Year 41 AoA (Age of Antagonism) Summer; Janwuaris. Poidos Capital City of Poi Erus The people of Poi Erus moved around their daily lives as the blue liveried city guards wandered about their rounds to snatch sneakthieves off the streets as gulls circled the harbour their cries adding to the ambient noise of the city. The smooth stone buildings fitted closely with finely made mortar that looked so permanent, and yet was lashed by weather all year round. Within the steepled government palace the cities Governor met with the nations ruler. "Oy, shitface get in here and explain this latest fuckup." The voice of the Governor called out into the hall and the shamefaced sailor wearing an Admiral's Uniform moved into the room. "I'm sorry sir. I thought it was another ship, the fog was so thick it was impossible to see." The Admiral was staring at his feet. "We didn't know until we hit..." The Admiral King turned to look at the shamefaced Admiral. "Hit. What." "Uhm... the lighthouse sir." The Admiral was red-faced and tearing up. A situation made worse when the Admiral King began laughing his head off at the incident. "You bloody drongo idiot." He said once the chuckles began to subside. "So ..." Suddenly another man came running in. "Governor, Majesty, there is a situation. Raiders from the reach have hit the town of Poi-Sidon. Dragon Ogres, Ogres with Orcs.... Autocracy of Rahn City of Rorkos The city of Rorkos was abuzz with activity as the people went about their lives. The two merchants who were in a tea-shop discussing matters that had little to do with tea as they sipped the expensive drinks. "There are rumours that the Legion of Peace has failed to prevent Joakan Raiders from hitting Gimswold's caravan again. Even the hundred men-at-arms Gimswold hired didn't help. He lost the whole caravan." The other merchant rumbled with laughter his rolls behaving like miniature Tsunamis. "Gimswold's lucky he can keep his own purse without losing it these days." Unobtrusively a small boy worked about the shop, listening to every word both the merchants said, as invisible as the furniture he was beneath their notice. "You'd think someone was passing on information on Gimswold's shipments to the Joakans, and Bribing the Legion of Peace to turn a blind eye." The first merchant chuckled drinking more deeply of the aromatic tea he'd selected. The second merchant wasn't laughing anymore. He looked around furtively. "Don't say that aloud Rementh." He hissed at the man. "It's bad enough that Gimswold even suspects such a thing." Rementh turned sharply at his compatriot's turn of phrase and turn of voice. "You didn't." The expression was one of disbelief. The way the second merchant squirmed sold it for Rementh. "You did... Ychloss, you idiot..." The boy turned and grabbed a chamberpot and made for the window before slipping out. The Legion of Peace would want to hear this. The Ahokan Plains Clan Urutu Camp The nights fire reached high into the skies as the stars soared above and the Clan had laid camp for the week. Other than those guarding the camp almost all of the Clan were present around the 'Fire of Telling' the youngest were closest and hushed as the Shaman stood there still as a statue. His skin was weathered and tough as leather almost the colour of copper. "It began in the dawn times." He began and those watching the fire could almost see the figures moving in the flames. "It was eternal night before the Dragon-gods brought light to the land and left their fire in the skies." Figures flew though the flames. "They laid their eggs within the mountains around the Dragon-gate and laid waste to the best intentions of man and beast. But driven back they were by the Ahokan Clans and sealed beyond the Dragon Gate. And now they await the time for return. The signs of their return have begun. The ground shakes in anticipation of their return... and what do we do." "We wait." The clansmen replied. "What do we do." The Shaman asked. "We prepare." The clansmen replied louder. "WHAT DO WE DO!" The Shaman roared. "WE DIE FOR VICTORY!" The Clansmen roared.