Lance's splinter and shields crack. Swords slash and spears puncture. Peace fades into obscurity, a memory only held by those grey of hair and wrinkled in their face. The Seat of Sundered Kings lives up to its name, as East prays to false Gods and falls into a decadent stupor, the West is emboldened. O' Colovia, land of Kings and Gods whose names echo throughout history, shall now be your finest hour or shall the sons and daughters of Rislav and Reman fall like many before them? As perpetual war encroaches and Warlords such as Merovech Thrice-Killed rise to enforce their will and dominate, all is to be gained and lost in a land more bloody than the Arena.
If Colovia is the Arena, then the Brenna Valley is the spectacle the crowds have come to see. Powers vie for dominance of this relatively small yet crucial region, and augurs predict enough fighting shall soon be seen that rivers of blood shall soon flow into the Abecean.
"...and restoration on the Grand Cathedral will continue for the foreseeable future. Prelates remain steadfast that private worship in one's own home be upheld. In other news, one Flavius Sabatius, former Master of Revelries under the late tyrant Leovic, has been murdered in his villa outside of Anvil. Any news reporting to this henious act is to report to the Prefect or any Guardsman!
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