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You would be hard pressed to find a Regalian in the capital that had not witnessed the early snow - much like it had come too soon last year. Obviously this raised some concerns, though the weather pattern of the city itself wasn't the only curious part. Regalia itself was blanketed in snow, but just across the narrow Anglian Sea, the whole landmass of Anglia, Dorinn and the north of Dragenthal were drenched in a perpetual rainfall that simply did not cease, a far cry from the snow flurries that struck Regalia. The rain was so never-ending that the banks of the Axl river broke and flooded most of the lowland, while rockslides in Dorinn became ever more frequent, the local visiting population evcuating for the southern shores of Vultaro to escape the torrents. And yet, in other areas of the Archipelago where rain was common, Brissiauds and Gallovia, not a single drop fell.
This raincloud that strung itself over the northwestern part of the archipelago was in fact so large that the dark clouds could be seen all the way from Regalia and Calemberg. Anglia was literally drowning, and the people spoke blessings to the Spirit that these freak rainstorms hadn't occurred during the harvest or planting season, for it would surely spell famine and doom on the Empire's food supplies. The State attempted to find some sort of solution, the Scholar's Court had indeed still been in disarray from the destruction of their headquarters and archive underneath the Imperial Palace, but had sent scholars with devices to Anglia to study the rain. Their tests all came back negative, none of the weather patterns had anything to do with Void or Exist Essences, there was no sizable buildup or indeed any trace of either planar essences present, excluding the possibility of a magical nature in the never ending rainfall.
Meanwhile, the situation in the capital and the lands beyond became more tense. Race riots broke out against the Elves in particular, but a true lynch hunt against the Silven also started as soon as the Imperial Steward issued a proclamation to encourage all states to arrest their Silven populations. Lusits and Ithania silently complied, while Nordskag and Daendroc's inhabitants started a vilified crusade to justifix the Silvens they could find, assuming they had been targeted by the Steward as the source of the destruction of the Imperial Palace. In the capital itself yet, the lack of a response from the newly appointed Proconsul or the Assembly caused a public stir. Originally the people had been coaxed into believing the explosion was a mere gunpowder accident, but the never ending zeal of citizens who wanted to blame the Elven traitors started taking hold in the poorer areas of the city, most notably those who had recently suffered casualties from their population in the recent battles.
Elsewhere, the civil war between the Massya's of Songaskia proved to be a stalemate. The young Massya was in control of the looted and devastated western pearl cities, albeit with a larger army, but his usurper anti-Regalian uncle still controlled the vast majority of the eastern cities that were deep in the heart of the deserts. In the north. The Isldar invasion against the Dwarven holds cracked, the great doors were destroyed and Isldar host after Isldar host marched into the halls of Dwarves. A three day carnage ensued before Anduin lie in ruin, the vast majority of the surviving Dwarven population being brought in chains and marched off as slaves into the interior of Ellador. With the hold of Anduin destroyed, only Grebor, last home of the Dwarves remained, those Dwarves there-in that rigged their entire hold with explosives. They had resolved that their race would not perish in the slave camps of the Isldar, but that they would go down with such a mighty blow so as to take much of the Isldar army with them. Luckily for them, the Isldar made no clear move against them yet.
It seemed there was no end to conflict and carnage in the world, even after the Bone Horror Crisis, instabilities across all continents continued to thrive. The youngest conflict of them all appeared to be centered in Sendrass: Something had caused the Sendrassian Empire to descend into a five way civil war seeing hosts of Mu-Allar descending upon each other. While officially part of the Crown Alliance and allied in the war against the Elves, the Allar considered mounting an army of their own to try and use the chaos in Sendras to reclaim a vast portion of the jungle that they had lost centuries ago during their flight from Sendras.
Similarly, the Shadow Elves made their first move against the eastern most isolated Regalian realm, the Principality of l'Elvellen and seized village after village, sacrificing the entire Human and Elven populations indiscriminately to their Void Gods. With urgency, the multifront war in Regalia became more and more pressing, and the recent losses had costed much of the military personnel the state had available. Within what was left of the Imperial Court, the envoys and personal ministers of the Emperor urged the Imperial Steward to contact the Emperor to return to Regalia, victorious or not, so as to replenish the lost soldiers with the huge army he took with him into the east. Certainly he would not arrive quickly, but given the global situation for any and all countries, Regalia seriously needed every last bit of manpower it could get its hands on to weather the storms.
This raincloud that strung itself over the northwestern part of the archipelago was in fact so large that the dark clouds could be seen all the way from Regalia and Calemberg. Anglia was literally drowning, and the people spoke blessings to the Spirit that these freak rainstorms hadn't occurred during the harvest or planting season, for it would surely spell famine and doom on the Empire's food supplies. The State attempted to find some sort of solution, the Scholar's Court had indeed still been in disarray from the destruction of their headquarters and archive underneath the Imperial Palace, but had sent scholars with devices to Anglia to study the rain. Their tests all came back negative, none of the weather patterns had anything to do with Void or Exist Essences, there was no sizable buildup or indeed any trace of either planar essences present, excluding the possibility of a magical nature in the never ending rainfall.
Meanwhile, the situation in the capital and the lands beyond became more tense. Race riots broke out against the Elves in particular, but a true lynch hunt against the Silven also started as soon as the Imperial Steward issued a proclamation to encourage all states to arrest their Silven populations. Lusits and Ithania silently complied, while Nordskag and Daendroc's inhabitants started a vilified crusade to justifix the Silvens they could find, assuming they had been targeted by the Steward as the source of the destruction of the Imperial Palace. In the capital itself yet, the lack of a response from the newly appointed Proconsul or the Assembly caused a public stir. Originally the people had been coaxed into believing the explosion was a mere gunpowder accident, but the never ending zeal of citizens who wanted to blame the Elven traitors started taking hold in the poorer areas of the city, most notably those who had recently suffered casualties from their population in the recent battles.
Elsewhere, the civil war between the Massya's of Songaskia proved to be a stalemate. The young Massya was in control of the looted and devastated western pearl cities, albeit with a larger army, but his usurper anti-Regalian uncle still controlled the vast majority of the eastern cities that were deep in the heart of the deserts. In the north. The Isldar invasion against the Dwarven holds cracked, the great doors were destroyed and Isldar host after Isldar host marched into the halls of Dwarves. A three day carnage ensued before Anduin lie in ruin, the vast majority of the surviving Dwarven population being brought in chains and marched off as slaves into the interior of Ellador. With the hold of Anduin destroyed, only Grebor, last home of the Dwarves remained, those Dwarves there-in that rigged their entire hold with explosives. They had resolved that their race would not perish in the slave camps of the Isldar, but that they would go down with such a mighty blow so as to take much of the Isldar army with them. Luckily for them, the Isldar made no clear move against them yet.
It seemed there was no end to conflict and carnage in the world, even after the Bone Horror Crisis, instabilities across all continents continued to thrive. The youngest conflict of them all appeared to be centered in Sendrass: Something had caused the Sendrassian Empire to descend into a five way civil war seeing hosts of Mu-Allar descending upon each other. While officially part of the Crown Alliance and allied in the war against the Elves, the Allar considered mounting an army of their own to try and use the chaos in Sendras to reclaim a vast portion of the jungle that they had lost centuries ago during their flight from Sendras.
Similarly, the Shadow Elves made their first move against the eastern most isolated Regalian realm, the Principality of l'Elvellen and seized village after village, sacrificing the entire Human and Elven populations indiscriminately to their Void Gods. With urgency, the multifront war in Regalia became more and more pressing, and the recent losses had costed much of the military personnel the state had available. Within what was left of the Imperial Court, the envoys and personal ministers of the Emperor urged the Imperial Steward to contact the Emperor to return to Regalia, victorious or not, so as to replenish the lost soldiers with the huge army he took with him into the east. Certainly he would not arrive quickly, but given the global situation for any and all countries, Regalia seriously needed every last bit of manpower it could get its hands on to weather the storms.
