The Southern Solution

[The Lion 736]

U.A.C. Assemble!

 

The Patriarch, Justiciar Darius DeNurem sits in contemplation upon his throne of enlightenment. He scans the cracked green stones about the hall, looking for places for new additions to the fort. In front of him stands four soldiers, idle as they wait for him to speak. Darius thumbs at three scrolls that he holds firm, each hand written and sealed with official marks. Darius takes a breath breaking the uneasy silence, “The Southern threat; A front that needs more attention. It disturbs me to hear reports that our frost brothers of Fenn have struck some sort of deal with the heretics that occupy their land. This of course cannot be tolerated.” Darius pauses before motioning a Disciple forward, handing him the scrolls, “Send the ravens.”

 

They went in a flurry of feathers, flapping to a quick beat. The ravens soared from the weathered fortress of Ac’Talarah, two moving East as one headed South. Before the weeks end the news had arrived to each receiver in mind. Heinrik Carrion the first of his name, Rex Urik Azog and the Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe are handed this scroll in a timely fashion, upon opening they are met with these words;

 

For the Rex, Urik Azog

Dear the mighty Urik Azog, Rex of the Warnation,

 

I write to you in the year 1453, 6th of the Amber Cold. It has come to my attention that there lies a tower of great evil in the Southern region of Anthos, currently intelligence has confirmed it resides within the Princedom of Fenn’s lands and her people are in some sort of protection agreement with the one true enemy. Will you join I, Darius DeNurem, along with Heinrik Carrion I, the first of his name, and the Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe to discuss the Southern Threat? Ride for the Disciple Headquarters, Ac’Talarah, the location outlined on the back of this letter.

 

Sincerely, Darius DeNurem

 

For the King Heinrick Carrion I

Dear your majesty, the King Heinrick Carrion, first of your name,

 

I write to you in the year 1453, 6th of the Amber Cold. Your victory in the North was an achievement for all people of Anthos, truly you are noble and just in your cause. It is with this truth that I seek your head look South. Within the Princedom of Fenn looms a spire created from the pure malice and pain that the Great Enemy seeks to chain us down with. I have written to you on this day as an invitation to meet with fellow leaders, the Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe, the Rex Urik Azog, and I. I motion this meet to be held in Ac’Talarah, my current hold in the enchanted forests. The location can be found on the map on the back of this message.

 

Sincerely, Darius DeNurem

 

For Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe

Dear the Great and Grand King Wulfgar Grandaxe,

 

I write to you in the year 1453, 6th of the Amber Cold. As per your suggestion after my initial attempt to rally you behind this just cause, I have called a meeting. This meeting will be between the mighty Rex Urik Azog, King Heinrick Carrion the first of his name, and I, representitives of the UAC. The discussion will be on the Southern Threat you face and what we will do to tackle the issue. If not apparent already, I seek not to include Tundrak of Fenn as his truthfulness and loyalty is up for question. I offer the frost elf Prince repent should he have committed the greatest crime and seek only to remove all heretical scum that dwell in your land. Please come at once to ancient fort of Ac’Talarah, a map detailing its location is on the back of this note.

 

Sincerely, Darius DeNurem

 

A crudely drawn map found on the back of each letter:

 

Behind a dozen iron doors and gates and heavily fortified stone sits the dining hall of Ac’Talarah where the meeting will be held. A feast fit for whatever you call God is displayed on the table, each meal warm and cooked to perfection for the guests. The finest wines, ales, and other alcohols are up for drink. A shield sized saucer is covered in a mountain of cactus green at the center of the table with four finely crafted pipes positioned artistically around the shield. The food and drink await the company of words from Anthos’ shining examples of mortal beings, the leaders of the Free Anthosian People.

[DragoonCrow 346]

"Maybe you should escalate this...solution" Crowley asks.

[Galendar 631]

Amealeo sits alone in his tent, sniffling at not receiving a letter

[Archbishop 1784]

((that fort in westerlands right, erm its sorta being demolished..

[Googlesearch 141]

Sonn Ander strolls through the ruins of Adunia

 

((That has been the case for months. May as well get some use out of it.))

 

 

EDIT

 

((The castle still remains. Somewhat...))

[Chikachu 402]

Kayrin Earendil pours over his work with his advisors in Anadune.

 

((Dunno what ruins you're walking through Google...))

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Rap'Lur bakes a better pie.

[Aetosion 2062]

 

Free Anthosian People.

 

((Let's not make an acronym for that.))

[Cooonie 55]

Elwyn cringes at the horribly drawn map..

[The Lion 736]

Stiff air flooded the halls of that decrepit keep, light shining upon a throne that struck fear into lesser men. Its devilish curves adorned with polished brass that gleamed in the presence of Sol. The skulls of fallen foes facing the Patriarch as he studied an atlas created in this very same hold. While he studied the curves of Anthos he could not help but keep his attention on the South.

[bickando 3967]

Cirnelle did not realize that Fenn had made a deal with any "Southern Threat".

[Zezimus 1523]

A thunderous clatter of boots are heard from outside the fortress as Grand King Wulfgar and an entourage of armoured dwarves arrive at the location of the meeting. As he enters inside, the Grand King seats himself opposite Darius, immediately stretching out his arm to take a pipe from within the centre of the table. Stuffing it with cactus green, and setting it aflame with a small metallic lighter, his eyes gleam across the table towards the other nation leaders as he awaits to hear what they have to say.

[The Lion 736]

Also takes a pipe and packs it, blowing O's as he speaks in broken Marian (imagine broken Russian), "Blessed tiding, Grand King of Grandaxe, may all that you hold true smile upon you. Before the main contenders comes to the ring, I'd like to talk about technology and what you and your people are working towards to combat the taint that blights our realm. As of now, my people are working on a self reliant system to remove taint without the needs of a higher power. We seek to bring the tools of liberation to the common man. The farmers, the miners, the traders and lumberjacks each should be given a chance to protect themselves and those around them, do you agree? As of now we're looking at different species of flora to perhaps "eat" the taint, and you?"

[Zezimus 1523]

Wulgar offers a nod of head as he leans forward in his seat, sliding the pipe out from between his lips as he begins to speak.

 

"Aye, n' blessed toidin' tu yeself Justiciar. As ah matter ov fact, weh 'ave recentleh com' intu' possession ov ah certain piece of Dervas technologeh, once knuwn tu 'ave loikleh baehn forged by t'e generation ov dwarves 'o ventured tu Kal'Karik in t'e earleh yers. Such 'as given us an edge in combattin' aneh threats upon t'e Grand Kingdom. Our alchemists 'ave furthah been workin' 'awn ah mur' potent form ov alchemist's foire... Rathah dangerous business, ah can assure ye. Ah 'ave 'eard ov nay such flora t'at ye speak ov 'owevah. 'ow moight weh com' intu' possession ov it, iff ah dare ask?"

[Knox213 10]

King Heinrik Carrion I arrives somewhat late with a large portion of men, he takes a seat, and awaits for the others to speak first.