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The Battle Begins

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       “They call themselves ‘The Steel Legion.’ We’ll see how their steel compares to our own.” The words were spoken quietly as the Syndicate General traced his finger over the fletching of an arrow. Leaves rustled as the light of dawn broke over a quiet glade. Shifting his position, sharp eyes watched the enemy armor glinting in the morning light like a tide of iron. A quiet chuckle followed, calm and knowing. “They march like thunder, blind to the arrows in the wind.” A silent nod. “Loose the signal. Let them wake to our whispers before the storm.” A single arrow sliced upward through the air, its flight swift and silent. In its wake, a thousand more followed, darkening the morning sky.      “The scum rise with the sun,” growled the Legion General, narrowing his eyes at the dark swarm of Woodland Syndicate arrows cutting through the dawn’s golden light. Beside him his Warden grinned, drawing her sword with a metallic hiss. “Let them hide behind sha...
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PREQUEL - The Spark

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         The Ebonreach Wilds lay untouched for centuries, a vast expanse of ancient forests, winding rivers, and untamed hills that served as a natural barrier between two great kingdoms. To the north, the Steel Legion thrived in the rugged Ironwood Dominion, their disciplined society carving order from the land through strength and resilience. To the south, the Woodland Syndicate wove their lives into the intricate Sylvan Nexus, where sprawling cities were connected by elaborate systems of trade, transport, and strategy. Though their cultures differed, the kingdoms shared an unspoken understanding: the Wilds were neutral ground, unneeded and unclaimed, a no-man’s-land that shielded them from open war.      That balance has now shattered. The Steel Legion’s population has swelled, filling their fortresses and settlements to capacity. Their people look to the Ebonreach Wilds as a frontier, rich in ironwood trees, fertile fields, and precious minera...
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