And it came to pass in those days that the Empire of Varica, which Hroth through many great and glorious deeds had established, laid rent asunder. For each king was better than another in his own eyes, and as snarling wolves, they fought over Varica, not recognizing that Haeka had already chosen Hroth IV to sit on Varicas throne. For just as clouds hide Haekas face from men, so too did Haeka hide the glory of Hroth IV until the cup of the wrath of Haeka had been drained to its dregs.
Now there arose at this time a witch among the Kaldar. The Kaldar were vassals of Werhold, which in former times had been called The Emperors Right Arm. For eleven tribes paid tribute to Werhold and Werhold bended its knee to no one but the Emperor. Seeing then the great power of Werhold, and how its king had honor second to none but the one who sat on Hroths throne, the Witch decided that she would use her arts to seduce the Haecadem, King of Werhold. And so she made contracts with demons, giving them her blood to drink, and the lives of her servants. And some say that she even made Asmodai, who can call upon seventy-two warbands of demons, her lover. And these demons taught her the art of potion making, and divining the future from the life-blood of infants, and all manners of curses. And with these she ensnared Haecadem, King of Werhold, and became his wife.
But after the Empress died in Varica, the Witch cast her envious eyes about, and everything she saw, she desired. And she put an enchantment upon King Haecadem, and his mind became as a fog, and he could think of nothing but warfare. For at night, as he slept, his wife, the Witch invited all manner of demons into their bridal chamber, and they did nothing but speak of slaughters and wars, and all manner of things that should not be named in the ears of the slumbering king. And the King arose, and cast about him, and he marched too and fro across the land, for because of the Witchs sorcery, he could not look upon any living thing but he had the desire to kill it. And thus he warred against many tribes, and many kings, and even his own vassals!
And it came to pass, that he turned his eyes northward, to where the tribe of Hrafn dwelled. Now the Hrafn marched always with the Emperors of Varica, since the time of Hroth. And they established themselves in the northern reaches, after slaughtering the Fulanti who were there before them, and they defended the northern lands of Varica. And thus they were known as the Empires Shield, for from the time of Hroth to the present no enemy had been able to invade from the north, but the Hrafn had defeated them. And during the time of Haecadems father, King Cuphric, when he raided the northern lands, the Hrafn marched with him. And it is at that time it is reported that Cuphric exclaimed If I had but one vassal of Hrafns strength, I could rule the world.
Now when the Witch heard of these words that her Father-in-law had once said, she longed to make the Hrafns warriors hers. And so she cast a spell on the men of Werhold, and they marched north. And Werholds hosts covered the land like a plague of locust, and marched against Hrafn, and prevailed against them, for the majority of Hrafns warriors were still north, guarding the borders as they had done since the time of Hroth. Among those who fell was Lagr, the son of Burrulfr, a prince of Hrafn. And the Hrafn were shut up in the city of Assfell as a bird is shut up in a cage. But then the King of Eir, whose daughter Hlaeja was married to Burrulfr, King of the Hrafn, marched against Werhold. And Haecadem found himself caught between the fierce Hrafn on one side and the host of Eir on the other. And he withdrew.
But Eir did not follow them, for their King desired, not the lands of the Werhold, but the very Throne of Varica. For he had saved Hrafn, not for his daughters sake, who was married to the King of Hrafn, but because he too coveted their warriors, and wished them to march under him against the capital. But Burrulfr refused, for in the long history of the Hrafn, never had they marched except by the Emperors orders. But the King of Eir claimed to order Hrafn as the Emperor of Varica, for Hrafn had not yet acknowledged any Emperor at Varica. And he reminded Hrafn of the blood debt they owed him, for he saved them from the Werhold. And so Burrulfr agreed to march upon Varica under the King of Eir, for the Hrafn never take a debt, but they repay it sevenfold.
And the hosts of Eir marched south, along with the mighty men of Hrafn, among whom were numbered Burrulfr the King and three of his remaining sons, Hestr, who commanded the Raeka in battle, Tveir, who stood amongst the archers, and Adalbrandr. Now though Adalbrandr was but two years old, he marched with the army, for it is the custom of the Hrafn that the line of the King marches with the army, even from the womb. And for five years they fought against tribe and king, until they reached the immortal walls of Varica. But listen, for this is how the Hrafn repay their blood debt! Of the Kings own loins, Hestr and Tveir were both slain. For the Hrafn, among all the host which marched with the Eir, were the greatest warriors, and there was not one battle that the Hrafn did not lead the charge.
And it came to pass, outside the walls of Varica that the King of Eir held a great feast, and all his commanders came to it. Then Burrulfr, son of Blarhar, King of Hrafn, drank from the cup that was given to him. But behold, the cup was poisoned! And Burrulfr became grievously ill, and blood flowed from his mouth like a river, and day and night he cried out with a loud voice. Then on the third day he died. Thus is the fate of all who lift their hand against Haekas anointed.
But Haeka had mercy upon the Hrafn, for they were people that he himself created, when he turned ravens into warriors for Hroth. And so it was that Haeka sent a spirit of divisiveness upon the vassals of the Hrafn, and they turned their hands against their lord. Now Haeka did this for he had already seen that the King of Eir would be slaughtered, and his men with him, and none would escape. Therefore, wishing to preserve the Hrafn, he had their vassals rebel against them, so that they would return north, and not be numbered among the hosts of Eir. And it came to pass just as Haeka saw, for the King of Eir was defeated before the walls of Varica, and fled north. But the King of Werhold, seeing his enemy pass by, ambushed him, together with his entire army, and he slaughtered them until the river ran red with blood. Thus the King of Werhold was avenged for the loss he suffered before the gates of Assfell.
But Werhold did not escape Haekas justice. For how could a nation prosper that was controlled by a witch, one who consorted with demons? So it was that Haeka stirred the heart of Haecadem, King of Werhold, to march against Varica. Haeka did this knowing that he would be defeated by His anointed, and so Werhold would be judged for their sins. And it came to pass, as Werhold advanced against Varica, Haecadem became cut off from his army. And he fell into the hands of Hroth IV, Emperor of Varica by the Will of Haeka. But Hroth IV had mercy upon Werhold, for the sake of the deeds of its fathers, who were loyal unto the throne. And Haecadem repented of his sin in raising his hand against the rightful Emperor, and he was pardoned, he and his men. So Haecadem returned to Werhold.
But farther north, Adalbrandr had assumed the throne of the Hrafn. For when he returned, some wanted Adalbrandrs uncle, the former kings brother, Villieldr to assume the throne. Now Villieldr was a priest of Haeka. But Villieldr refused. For Haeka had granted unto Villieldr, his servant the gift of prophecy and had revealed to Villieldr that he had appointed Adalbrandr to do great things in His name. So Adalbrandr was crowned King of Hrafn by the hand of Villieldr, the priest of Haeka. Now when Adalbrandr was crowned King of Hrafn he was seven and the civil war had been raging for ten years.
Now at this time, Sterkveggr and Gullholt, vassals of Hrafn rebelled, forgetting the oaths that they swore to his father. But the smallest of all of Hrafns vassals was Gnott, and they remembered their oath, for they feared Haeka, who punishes all oath-breakers. And so Hrafn, together with Gnott went out to meet the rebels in battle. And when they saw Hrafns warriors drawn up, and that Adalbrandr was leading them, the warriors of Sterkveggr and Gullholt jeered saying, Wipe away your mothers milk from your mouth before you fight us! And when Adalbrandr stepped forth from his army as was his duty as sovereign, and challenged the leaders of the rebellion to single combat, they jeered all the more. For Adalbrandr carried with him the sword of his fathers, Raven-Feeder. And they cried out How can you kill us when you cant even lift your sword? and Is the sword talking to us, or is there a baby hiding behind the sword? and other words like that.
But little did they know that Haeka chooses not those who find favor in neither the sight of men, nor the strongest, nor the wisest, but those who please him. And the one He chooses, he strengthens, and the one He strengthens, he grants the victory. And so it was that the hosts of Hrafn rose up, and smote the rebels from the rising of the sun to its setting. But behold, so great were the tribes of Sterkveggr and Gullholt that for six years Adalbrandr smote them, and still they were not destroyed. But finally they came to their senses, and remembered their oaths that they had sworn, and bent their knee to their rightful king.
And at this time, Adalbrandr remembered his own obligation as King of Varica, and remembered the oaths that he owed to the Emperor. And Hroth IV still sat on its throne, though many still opposed him. And Adalbrandr feared in his heart, and his knees quaked, for Hrafn had not acknowledged its rightful lord, nor remembered its oaths of loyalty since Hrothiya had died. And he went to Villieldr, the priest of Haeka, and asked if the God would forgive him. And Haeka had mercy upon Adalbrandr, and upon Hrafn, and forgave him, saying Go, give your oaths to Hroth IV, my Chosen One, and fear not, for I am with thee.
And so Adalbrandr sent a messenger to Hroth IV, with many gifts, and swore the oath of his fathers, which the men of Hrafn had always sworn to Hroths line. And Haeka softened the heart of Hroth IV, and he greeted him not as a vassal, but as a wayward son who now returned home.
But of the rest, do not bards even now sing of them? Do they not sing of the Witch, who was punished by Haeka and by man once her sins had been fulfilled? Do they not sing of Adalbrandr, and the mighty deeds he performed in fulfilling his oath of loyalty he gave to the Emperor? Do they not sing of Thanes and Kings and Mighty Men? But if thou wish to learn more of these things, seek them out, for they know better of them than I.