Fall of the Sikorimos (A.F. 216-221)
While the battles against Vorexia raged on political warfare of a far more sinister kind painted the Arosan streets red with the blood of the Sikorimos Patricians. Later in history the eight years that saw the Sikorimos’ fall from power and the ascension of the Penumar in their stead would be characterized as a dark one that preempted a later reign of terror by a far greater threat. It all began with
the sale of the state contracts in A.F. 216.
The Immortal Matiea and a mortal budget committee run by the Diapthylos Patricians
saw the sale of Republican construction contracts to Sikorimos retainers. What would normally have been a routine affair turned into the beginnings of a scandal. It was apparent from the start that
the contracts were the largest the Republic had ever drawn up and were highly sought after by all the houses.
Unsurprisingly the
Sikorimos seemed to use their pull with the Diapthylos to get the highest paying contracts which included the construction of the
Via Agrisurusm and the expansion of the
Grand Republican Navy. With each passing month the
Sikorimos retainers reported that their construction efforts were falling just slightly behind, blaming worker incompetence, poor weather, and a myriad of other minor reasons that would have been permissible were they not given in such rapid succession.
In
A.F. 217 the Council of Patricians made an official inquiry into the progress of the two projects and the Sikorimos retainers’ reports were woefully behind schedule, but they
received only warnings due to the council majority that the Sikorimos enjoyed.
A.F. 218 came and the projects still were far from meeting the quotas set by the Council of Patricians, and although eyebrows were raised any further inquires were squashed due to the intense campaigning (or in other words rounding up as many rural citizens as possible) of the Patrician families. Despite attempts by the minority families,
the council remained virtually as it had been since A.F. 215 save for two seats the Diapthylos took from the Penumar.
Trouble for the Sikorimos finally arose in A.F. 219 roughly around the same time Aristomachos was leading his forces against Vorexia. Disgruntled by their sudden lack of a voice,
the Penumar turned to the Kataxen and Eluthyeras and formed a coalition of sorts dedicated to bring the Sikorimos down a few seats and put the council back on a balanced level. The three families found the lagging projects issue the thing to focus on and they successfully lobbied for a full investigation to be committed.
After the initial investigations turned nothing up the plans were abandoned, but the Penumar continued searching on their own. In the
spring of A.F. 220 they into uncovered the fact that a small amount of the funds for each project had been stolen and put into an unknown place. When this was brought to light the
Sikorimos Patricians denounced the retainers involved and attempted to distance themselves from the scandal, and they almost did just that had the Eluthyeras uncovered where the embezzled drachmas went to.
By
A.F. 221’s winter the political scene was in an uproar over the events of the past year, both in Aros and without. The news of Aristomachos’ defeat was hard to swallow for most Arosans and the news of the civil war dividing Sakkema in two had set the Arosans on edge; when
it was found out that over 500 drachmas had been ferreted away from the projects and stored in Myrolos Sikorimos’ estates. The uproar was immediate and the Arosan people called for violence.
A
kangaroo court was held by the Patricians during which they condemned a rather surprised
Myrolos Sikorimos to the worst fate any Patrician could ever face:
permanent expulsion from Aros and the seizure of all his family’s properties. Within the blink of an eye the Sikorimos were ruined and to some the entire situation seemed to pan out too neatly and conveniently, but far graver matters were raging on just outside the border of the Republic.
Later historians would note it was a harsh punishment which signaled the beginning of a harsh time.
[Sikorimos Faction Removed; +5,000d (Sikorimos Assets) to the Republican Treasury]
The Death of Aristomachos (A.F. 219-221)
Part I. The Fall of Vorexia
When Aristomachos and his army emerged from the Appen Mountains they found themselves thrust immediately into the heartlands of Vorexia. The land that lay before them was not hellish or misshapen; in fact the land was eerily green even for the mild Anionian winters. With no need to set up a winter camp, and no real desire to do so, Aristomachos lead his army in a headlong rush to the capital of Vorexia with the hopes that he could seize it and effectively divide the kingdom in two.
Much of
his plans relied on the support from the Volgar and Sakkeman. During the last weeks of the year he
received word that the Sakkeman army would march north under the command of a mortal called Eurybia Lytreus. Eurybia was a woman in much the same position that had damned Myrolos—
in an event all too convenient, sudden, and against her character the woman who headed Sakkeman’s Warrior Council was found defiling a statue of Ionilemia. She was almost expelled from the kingdom for such a heinous display of heresy, but Brygima
saved her from that fate by convincing the council to allow Eurybia command of the first army that Sakkema would send to Vorexia.
Oddities abounded in this decision and many Sakkeman were at first suspicious of Brygima having a greater role in Eurybia’s downfall. It was
common knowledge that the two women were political enemies as Eurybia advocated the mortal cause while back the traditional rule-of-Immortals. Eurybia had seemed to be finally gaining what she and her predecessors had longed for:
a mortal with equal governmental power as the Immortal Queen. But these hopes were suddenly dashed with her heresy.
Eurybia still had many supporters and the
vast majority of them were marching north with the former council head. She reported to Aristomachos that she was leading a force over
50,000 men strong (she even went on to say that this was only a
third of the warriors her great nation could muster) and would converge with Aristomachos’ far smaller force by mid-summer.
Word too came down from the north where the Volgar had been occupying the brunt of Vorexia’s attentions for the past seven years. Their news was all at once disheartening and triumphant:
their ‘king,’ a man called Hekonoge the Strong, was killed by what they described as Vorexia’s ‘darkness,’ but before he fell he severed the black queen’s right hand. The troops, and the Immortals, took solace in this, believing that without her hand whatever evils the queen could conjure must surely be limited.
And by Vorexia’s reaction it seemed that the Arosan army was right to think so. The
Volgar reports went on further to describe how shortly after losing her hand Vorexia quit the field, her ashen legions leaving with her. This gave the Volgar room to breathe and time to elect Hekonoge’s fourth son Keltesis to kingship. Keltesis sent word to Aristomachos that he fully intended to seize this opportunity as a time to strike back at Vorexia and, at the very least, harry her army. He
told the Immortal to not fear Vorexia or her army appearing on the horizon anytime soon because Vorexia’s horde moved far slower than any army the Volgar had known. His spirits lifted, Aristomachos continue to lead his men east to the heart of the empire.
They
reached the city by late spring of A.F. 220 and it is likely they would have reached it sooner had Aristomachos cut a bloody swath through the Vorexian countryside. He looted every village, burnt every field, and killed every man in his path. Mercy was not even extended to the women and children of each settlement whose fates were arguably far worse than that of the mens’. However, Aristomachos was cautious in his looting, as rapacious as it was. He never let his men tarry for too long and while they pillaged he searched the village for any markings of Vorexia’s black magic. The only traces he found were
obelisks of a deep purple which thrummed as he approached them. Understandably he forbid any of his men to go near these strange objects and
by mid-summer the Immortal had battered down Vorexia's gates and slaughtered every citizen within its walls.
Part II. The Sakkeman Civil War
Vorexia fell very easily, almost too easily and it put Aristomachos on edge.
Basilika, his effective second-in-command, shared this feeling and implored for her master to retreat back to the mountains. Aristomachos seems to have seriously considered her words, but the decision was made for him with the appearance of Eurybia’s army by mid-summer of A.F. 220.
Aristomachos found Eurybia to be a respectable woman and easy to work with, despite all the venomous words he had received against her from Brygima. A sort of friendship was even kindled between the two, but before long it would be broken.
As the summer dwindled into autumn
the two generals found it odd that they had heard no word of Vorexia’s army marching south or in any direction for that matter.
No further word came from the Volgar and scouts sent to the north did not return. Something was amiss, that much was known, but neither leader could grasp what unsettled them so much.
During a war council a great commotion interrupted the proceedings. A messenger burst into the room and brought with him a grave message:
the Hypean people were once again in revolt. The reinforcements lead by
Brygima would be forced to change course and the Immortal queen ordered her general to take half of the northern army to march south and enclose the rebel Hypeans. Eurybia departed soon after the news was given, leaving the remaining 25,000 Sakkeman under the control of Aristomachos.
While marching south
she noticed that no Hypean harried their supplies like they had done in the last war, no village was deserted and its stocks burned to the ground, not even the traditional Hypean display of war—a flayed body of an enemy—was nailed to a tree or carefully placed in front of the army’s path. Without any signs of another Hypean rebellion occurring
Eurybia grew paranoid and surmised that Brygima was attempting to lure her into a trap of some kind. Still she continued on along the coasts to Hypema, ever wary for an attack that would not come until the New Year.
Upon finally arriving in Hypema
Eurybia’s army was beset on all sides by what seemed to be vicious Hypean warriors. They bore Hypean arms, tribal markings, and even features,
but these warriors fought like no Hypean. Their attacks were highly organized and not a one of them slipped into a berserker rage. They fought with a concentrated fury that was the hallmark of Sakkeman warfare, and this deadly combination of the Hypean’s inborn strength and the Sakkeman dedication to bladework almost did Eurybia in. It certainly destroyed her allies and on that day her army was slaughtered almost entirely, the
only people to escape were Eurybia and her closest companions.
Brygima had not been sighted during the battle and Eurybia had no concrete evidence to blame, but she knew that the Immortal Queen was behind the slaughter. She charged one of her companions with the task of racing to the north and gathering the 25,000 Sakkemans there while she rode south to bring word to the council of Brygima’s supposed betrayal.
She
reached Sakkema by the second month of the year and her arrival caused quite the stir. None of the council members who had remained behind the conflict had expected to see Eurybia and their surprise was shown clearly though their mild treatment of the haggard warrior. Despite Eurybia’s attempts to summon the council for a hearing on the battle at Hypema
none of them would heed her and the boldest among them even denounced Eurybia as a traitor to the state and a poor warrior. It was clear that these men and women were no friends of Eurybia. Not wishing to risk capture and execution by the Brygima—who by this point Eurybia was thoroughly convinced was her enemy—
she fled into southwestern countryside.
There she
began to convince her loyal rural supporters that she had been slighted during the Battle at Hypema and even claimed her heretical actions were not done out of free will. All blame was laid on Brygima and Eurybia painted the Immortal Queen as a foul tyrant worse than Vorexia. Her
support in the south spread like wild fire as the patchwork system of communities fell prey to Eurybia’s rhetorics. Incensed they soon
marched on Sakkema where they stormed the palace, killing two of the thirty council members left and imprisoning the rest. Eurybia’s supports called for Brygima to submit herself to their custody to answer for her ‘crimes,’ but as the rebels scoured the city they found that
Brygima had quit the city long ago and departed for the northwestern communities.
During all this
Brygima had been busy raising her own army in the settlements along the Arosan borders. Though not nearly as rich as their southern cousins, the northern Sakkeman had a strong conservative tradition and, for the most part, had been her basis of support within the Warrior Council.
Rallying all the Taxis from these villages Brygima was marching south again by spring, A.F. 221. The Sakkeman civil war had begun.
Part III. The Death of Aristomachos
Much further to the Arosan Immortal had been waiting fitfully for
anything to occur. While the two Sakkeman leaders had been dragging their kingdom into a civil war,
Aristomachos had sent Xanthus out with a small number of the Companions to search for any traces of the enemy and set fire to the surrounding villages in an effort to draw out Vorexia. While Xanthus was out pillaging Eurybia’s messenger arrived at Vorexia. When Aristomachos heard the news of what was unfolding to the south he cursed both Brygima and Eurybia. How two women he had believed to be competent were able to let themselves fall prey to petty political rivalries was beyond him.
Hearing that Eurybia was recall all 25,000 Sakkeman soldiers he vehemently refused the messenger’s request, even going so far as to forcibly turn the man out of the camp whilst calling the man a pawn with no greater perception than his small kingdom.
The messenger returned the next day and
brought word to the Sakkeman troops that their general was battling to the south and desperately needed them.
The 25,000 Sakkeman had been, by in large, loyal to Eurybia from the start and so they needed little convincing to ready themselves to march south. However, Aristomachos was adamant that this did not happen. He
attempted to convince the soldiers that Vorexia was the true enemy, not Brygima, but the Immortal was cut off by the messenger who
began to call Aristomachos an enemy of Sakkema for attempting to bar their way. The
messenger spat fiery accusations at the Arosan, claiming that he had been a part of Brygima’s ploys from the beginning. Confused, but infuriated, the Immortal violently denied the messenger’s accusations, but the mortal went on. He claimed that, perhaps, all the Immortals were behind this—Vorexia included, that all they really wished to see was the complete and utter subjugation of the mortals. Likening Aristomachos to as dark a force as Vorexia, Lachykos, and Zelotage,
the messenger stirred up both the Immortal’s and the soldiers’ anger. Overcome by the moment
Aristomachos struck the messenger, not with the force to kill the man, but enough to knock him unconscious.
There was a moment of complete stillness before the crowd erupted. They
tried to swarm the Immortal, but he fought them off long enough for his own army to realize what was occurring. Once they did their own attack was swift and brutal. The entire camp exploded into a battle without sides as former allies fought against one another.
Even though he was unarmed
Aristomachos had little trouble dispatching the horde of men who surrounded him, though even will all his skills he was not able to avoid all the attacks. In truth Aristomachos probably would have died there and then was it not for the efforts of Basilika coordinating the Arosan and Volgar mob into a force capable of penetrating deep enough to be within sight of their Immortal general.
Fighting with a fury that was near inhuman,
Basilika finally was only a couple dozen meters away from Aristomachos when the commotion suddenly halted as the sky seemed to gather in on itself to form a black mass. High above the city a storm was forming with an unnatural speed and it did not take Aristomachos long to realize its source:
Vorexia had finally shown herself.
Lightning flashed and blinded the Immortal as it
struck the Sakkeman before him, setting the poor mortals ablaze for an awful instant before they were burned away till only dust remained. The
men screamed and turned to flee, but found their feet swallowed by the city’s cobble streets that now hummed with a purple power.
A laugh cruel and shrill flooded the city and the
dead bodies scattered around the city center rotted to skeletons in the blink of an eye. The fell energy was almost palpable as it burned the air.
It buzzed in Aristomachos’ skull and brought the battered Immortal to his knees. He closed his eyes, prayed to the gods above that the things he heard would stop. It did after a time and the Immortal opened his eyes only to see t
wo black figures in front of him.
What happened after that is highly debated and many stories were brought back to Aros. Some said that Aristomachos rose up then and there in a great fury, attempting to destroy Zelotage and Vorexia. Others claim that Aristomachos knew the futility of any attack and instead bowed his head as the two fell figures leapt on him with wicked knives. His most ardent followers hold that Aristomachos sacrificed himself so that the rest of them could escape, while his closet devotee—and arguably his heir—Basilika believes that Aristomachos knew what would happen to him and accpeted the fate with the humility of an honorable warrior.
Whatever actually passed in those few seconds that eked by with a painful slowness does not matter nearly as much as what resulted from them. In the instant
Zelotage and Vorexia left in a flash of light Aristomachos collapsed to the ground lifeless.
Raised red markings cut across the Immortal’s body and they converged at the center of his chest where they formed a sign that would come to be feared by the Republic.
[+Major City under Aros: Vorexia]