Chronicles Of Reymond: The Book Of Conquest
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| Chronicles Of Reymond: The Book Of Conquest | ||
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| ID | TBC | |
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| Value | xx Septims | |
| Weight | x.00 | |
The fall of the previous Kingdom had left the realm under the rule of pretenders. Agents of Shal and Malaque, the witchman and the heretic, following the paths of false prophets. The decadents of the Kingdom rally in order to return the East to just law, marching under the same banner.
The coalition came upon the witch army, intent on carrying out their crusade. The enemy had claimed a hill north of the Bjoulsae to fortify, denying access to the Reach. The witchmen were heavily outnumbered but employed a legion of daemons and desecrated dead as there frontline.
As the united kingdoms began to encircle the hill preparing for an assault, two ravens flew overhead. In awe, the soldiers bore witness to the fowl and the holy mountain, recognizing the Ebon King's approach. He walked on steps of starlight, carrying him straight to the united Kings. “I stand with you in this battle, Kings. You must strike swiftly and with courage for the enemy will grew stronger as they add our dead to their numbers. Defeat their leader and the rest will disperse.”
With a rallying cry Reymond began the charge, launching up the rocky slope. The ghouls descended upon him, clawing at his rose shield. His resolved each with precision, soon covered in blood as red as his beard. The vanguard followed him, covering his flank so Reymond couldn't be surrounded. In defiance of how many enemies fell, they were not downed swiftly enough. For every undead dispatched, another would take its place while the fallen would be raised again. Reymond soon saw his men dying around him, adding to the ranks of the dead as he had warned.
Many would have thought the battle lost then but the Ebon King knew they were destined to win. The stars began to the shine bright through the pink sky, the Blue Star the brightest of all. Reymond dropped his shield and reached up in faith, drawing the Sword of the Dawn from the lady's hands.
The host of evil cowered before Reymond as he raised the sword. With a brandish and fling, holy rays turning the hateful away, compelling them to run from their masters. Routed and confused, the witchmen provided little resistance. Reymond cut his way to the leader, the throne witch Mithman. He was a being of considerable Will of Purpose and one of the last of his kind. The witch had ruled since long before the Middle but his age was over and life would end here. He snarled and lashed out at Reymond but there was little he could do. Mithman was decapitated and his body turned to char by the light of Heaven.
As the battle came to an end Reymond yelled, “Capture the witchmen tribe and place them atop the bodies on the hill. Burn them both, they have disrespected the laws of Archen and we will never suffer the likes of their army again.” The soldiers did as he said, wiping the tribe from the realm with righteous flame. The witchmen screamed and begged but the gods had judged them long ago. When it was done the Ebon King spoke again, “Use the ash of their body as the sand for your glass, use the bones of their corpse to make your walls and roofs. Found a city on this hill to reclaim the land of our people, now and forever more.” So the city of Evermore, holy capital of the East, was established.
The army continued to conquer through the Reach, putting the witchmen under law and foot along the way. Reymond eventually reached the coast, looking into the Sea of Ghosts. Their crusade was over and their task was done, the mists of the sea cleared to reveal the Many Pointed Star to the children of the East.