It was a tragedy that would spark countless deaths in the north (or not). While resting in their beds, a town under the lordship of Black Company was attacked by mercenaries, armed in armor from the desert lands but bearing the banner of Acre. Among the townsmen, a was a simple merchant and towns folk from the Ward of Mithrim, not knowing the reason, only that war was upon them, they took up arms with the peasants of Bhulaban and manages to slay a few of the brutes before being cut down without mercy.
Word would spread quickly, by errand rider and messenger bird, to the Warden's stronghold of Ismirala. War unlooked for? From those who had just been given aid? Even as these tidings came, rumor began to spread that a host sent by King Lord Bryggan was already on the march.
Meanwhile, the Viceory drew newly returned from the south drew up battle plans for the defense of the realm while battles hosts of Mithrim returned from the southlands. It would be a hard fight, but they would hold. They must hold.
"Herald, Bring me pen and parchment, I would send word to Ki- Lord Bryggan and see if he can yet be dissuaded from this path of madness," said Thalion while still pouring over maps of the lands surrounding the castle. Where would Bryggan come from? Straight from Curaw, or across the bridge to the north? "Double the castle watch and send out riders to the northern bridge and the forests that stand between us and the city of Curaw," he added as the herald departed, who paused briefly to acknowledge the orders before stepping quickly down the hallway.
