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вЂњI respect the sovereigns and leadership of both great nations, however conflict of any nature between the two distracts us from our covenant.вЂќ As a collective, I ask upon you to aid me in this pact to grant Volgaro its salvation.вЂќ The young Emperor called out, the attention of his caught at the end of his fingertips.

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A land free from the Imperial Ambitions of the South and the East. That I would fulfill his shoes and more, maintain his promises of peace and stability over our Northwest. вЂњI had made a promise upon his Imperial MajestyвЂ™s death, over his coffin of stone. The Blackiron Emperor could recall the very moments he brought his own opinion to the forefront, tired of the constant political speech and nonsense that they had pressed upon other members of the court.

The Council of Blacklight, and its Great Court had been throwing endless accusations and points around the hall in argument for weeks for and against intervention within the matters of Volgaro and Riddenheim. A fist was pressed against his cheek as he read it at an angle, his head tilted to one side as he observed its contents over and over, as he did for weeks. In a time before this, in the time of Throkkrin Blackiron, perhaps he would lead from the front, however times were changing and the Empire is not so tightly held together as it was decades ago.Д®mperor Throki sat upon his cold stone throne, rereading the scripture that had been sent to him by the Kingdom of Volgaro. At the helm of the Imperial Legion was Commander Elrik Blackiron-Carladan, instead of the Emperor themselves. The column marched, the people holding solidarity, mothers attempted to push through the lines of the Emperors Legion, calling out to their sons, asking the Living Earth for protection. Throughout the column hundreds of cavalrymen from the southern realms of man weaved between each other, Onyx Knights of Lovinar, Silver Knights of Khivorhun, Red Knights of Alatia and the Green Knights of Frisolania. Each became another Legionary, Captains rode at the helm of their battalions, a red handprint emblazoned upon their masqued face, matching the feathers upon their helm and silk sash drawn across their breastplate. The Imperial Legion flooded the street, a finely honed column of pikes reaching for the mountain's roof. The path between the two iron walls that were the Blackiron Legion was filled with hundreds, thousands of men and dwarves, standing soldiers trained and ready to give their lives in the defense of the EmpireвЂ™s integrity and expansion of her Grace. Two parallel lines had been formed from the palace hall, the hold of the Emperor and all the way through the streets and ending at the gates of the Imperial City, holding back flocks of citizens, tens of thousands in their mob.

Crowned banners in black and white draped elegantly from the stone hall's roof, dwarves sealed beneath a masque of steel, their eyes peeking out through precisely shaped sockets stared forward. The flat bottoms of wooden spears smashed against the stone floor, men clad in steel head to toe beat their chests with a righteous fury to a dominating rhythm.