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10th of the Deep Cold

1547

 

Silence.

 

The heartland of the Caliphate, once a great green savannah stretching from Al-Wakhrah to the Vandorian mountains, had become a scorching waste, bleached white beneath the southern sun. The Horde of Dunamis, crown jewel of the continent and seat of Richard Revlis, now lay in smoking ruin, her people strewn from Blackwater Bay to the northern riverlands. The mightiest keep in modern history had been twisted into an impenetrable blight on the land, a spite toward the Imperial aggressors who now slept at the bottom of the sea, quietly carried to their watery graves by the morning tide. The men’s bones lay scattered across the ruin, but their souls still lingered, eternally battling in haunted silence.

 

Storm clouds cast a shadow over the battlefield, and from the fortress of Ard-Ghorrock the scene hid behind an opaque sheet of grey rain. A lone mounted figure stood witness to the aftermath from afar, his horse perched on a cleft beneath the Vander castle ankle-deep in snow. The man sat in meditative silence until a faint thunderclap renewed his senses. He turned and left the only home he ever knew, never to return.  

 

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60 years later

10th of Sun’s Smile

1608

 

Nothing had changed. The world turned, battles were fought, men good and bad alike died, some with meaning, some for nothing. History repeated itself.

 

But at the same time, everything changed.

 

The Empire that subjugated half the world and half the races beneath her boot was no more, shattered into pieces that now vied for control over one another. The world went from oppressive order to chaotic freedom, a proving ground for the strong, cunning, and ambitious. In these times the spirit of Dunamis was rekindled in the young Matthias Revlis, who, guided by the spirit of his grandfather Richard Revlis, would strive to restore the Revlis name and once more set alight the bright star of his ancestors.


The Horde of Dunamis have returned.

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"Well, took 60 years but still worth it." Galdryn would say as he wears the new Dunamis armor

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Dabu, son of Nomad, pledges his warbow to the horde's cause, and fashions new suits of stylish garb. 

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Faragram gets onto his pony Fluffles and rides his way to serve the great Revlis once more! A purpose in his life again!

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Chuck claps his hands together.

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The main goon Kruzhar salutes his boss as he nods at the statement.

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Daeron Culnamo puts on his dusty old uniform, grabs his longbow and begins his trek into the wilderness. 

"We serve the Serjo once more." 

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A now middle-aged Taevius hears the news of this quickly making plans to ride and find his kin

 

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An old Nikola Karlówicz could be seen sharpening his sword and polishing his armor.

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"Yes" says Wem @Alakabam

 

Hearing of a Revlis return, Wem packs what belongings he has left and mounts a horse. "Let's get this show on the road..."

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"An interesting development." A man would comment.

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