This is a world war. Hordes of the east: deadly vampires and they undead servants, foul fiery magick of Amurites, countless legions, they all march west and burn all they encounter, civilization by civilization, to the ground.
Balseraph are on exile. Their glorious cities now suffer under Amurite oppression.
Mechanos capitol is on fire, besieged by countless numbers of predatory vampires, spectres, skeletons... Amurites set fire where they appear.
Who will be next? Dwarves and Grigori. They will be the next victims.
* * *
Bind by an ancient
treaty, the Republic of the Khazad sends its troops to defend their Mechanos friends. This means war against the aggressors.
* * *
'Sire, we have taken Nubia. I will order my men to raze it.'
'No.'
'Sire, we have no chance to keep the city. The enemy is too strong in the area.'
'I know. It might have not any sense tactically speaking, but I still have a feeling the citizens of Nubia are not interested in war. They want to live their peaceful life. They fight solely because their queen is a puppet in Amurite hands. If she broke free again, she would act differently, I believe.
Remember? She
said, she is not our enemy. She is being manipulated.’
‘What should we do?’
‘Give the governance of the city to a neutral party. Ask Thudr if he is interested.’