Can you guys provide pictures with each of these posts please?
It would help us all to know what is happening.
Here is the map you should use:
*** (Aun Kerac)
After 2 weeks on the open seas, I safely arrive in Rutileo.
We ride hard from the port to the Castle Ostadt.
When we arrive my son greets me in the throne room.
"This way father, the war discussions have already started."
I enter the room where my Barons sit, along with the Prince from the Northern Principality.
They all stand as I take my seat.
I wave my hand at them, and they all take their leisure.
"Tell me what has happened," I command.
"Krull has already launched an invasion force to attack the Empire sir,
They have made impressive progress, but it was simply because they took the empire by surprise.
The Empire's forces are gathering,
and his Majesty has called upon the people to pick up arms and follow him.
So far, we have seen a rather dull acceptance, but each day the number of militia grows," High Baron Enlor replies.
"Fools," I mutter. "Iseroth in all his Zeal for war is but to awaken the sleeping Giant,
And so close to when the Empire itself we about to collapse on its own bureaucracy."
Silence echoes throughout the chamber.
"What else?" I ask.
"Ithaca has joined the war, we have news that they invaded the south of the Empire where they are weaker,
but their forces there are still strong. We have yet to see where exactly they are.
Luckily, Eaglesland has come to their aide as well. The West is open to a full scale invasion.
With Rutileo's help, we could balance the forces of this war," Elnor answers again.
"And with out it?"
"It is near impossible for the alliance to win."
I stand and pace the room.
Rutileo has suffered enough war, and I am growing old.
Already I have fought in 3 wars, and in each Rutileo has suffered.
"Are we even able to join the war?" I ask.
"Our armies await your command..." Elnor answers tentatively,
"But their morale is low. Many of them have already seen more bloodshed then they care for."
"What say the Knights?" I ask.
“They are as always, ready for war. But I feel they too are getting tired.”
“After so many dark years,” I sigh, “To think Rutileo would still have to march to war after just getting out of the dark ages.” I look up at my comrades. “We will wait and see how things progress. Let the army disperse into the nearby country as they please, so they may be well rested should we need enter the war. As for us, we remain on the ready; any news must be delivered as soon as possible.”
My barons all rise and bow. Then one by one, gather their things and leave. My son and I are left in the room alone.
“What think you father?” He asks.
“Nothing good Richard, nothing good…”
