Aliies

… We were once a powerful empire, a people born of the steppe and the saddle only to rise and take what was rightfully ours… So much toil, an empire fragmented, a mad-queen laughs and we are left beneath the oppression of her will… Part the Fourth: Mongolia… Fires burn day upon night, a black ash in breath and scream in air. Villages, towns, cities… People, women, children and men… All are culled, none but spared… And they claim we are the demons? We are the heretics that curse their way of life? For at least we would spare those not of fighting prowess and certainly let the women and children to thei

… I have seen much toil of late, the earth underfoot has been stained with the blood of countless innocents… But for why, I ask? Part the Third: Easternshire… Its quiet, save for my breath not but a sound stirs the warmth of the night’s silence. The cloth is bunched high neath my chin, I feel lonely in the isolated tent away from the others, I don’t think it’s a privilege at all to have your own to claim at night. I am a leader in place of charge at the fore of the remnant of an Eserian force, latter the day from whence our good-kings be slain at treachery’s door, I find no comfort in the knowledge of

… Politics? You speak of politics whilst be our foe come-a charging upon our stead! Part the Second: The Westernese… The shout and cry echoed irritably, mine chamber contorted to the bulk by the frustration growing amid the gathered lords of my realm. “You speak of treason!” they would say… “Send in our cavalry!” they would shout… I focused my inner demons for the moment, rubbing the bridge of mine snout ‘neath the weight of the spectacles. A guard drabbed in mine house’s finery stepped forward to restrain one of the delegates, this act of disloyalty would press no more! “SILENCE!

… The Eserian dogs lay dead in my halls… I feel the malevolent grin warping my features to see their infidel-blood soak into the mortar of the stonework beneath them… Many years of hardship and oppression die this day, my only seeming-regret was that I didn’t do it myself… Part the first: Bloodlines… With a flick of my regal cloak, I spin on my heels and rest myself in the embrace of my throne, overseeing the removal of the dead from these hallowed chambers. “Lets the blood soak, to remain as an entrenchment of our declaration of independence as the blood of Eserian Kings stains the greenery of my hall

Prologue... Herein lies the history of the Human people, an account of wars and ages passed through development of both war and of the sociological. Like all great stories, this one has a beginning, one that was defined by the actions of a single person that would decide the fates of an entire race... Earth, solar-calender year 1929. After two consecutive decades of war and conquest on many fronts, the many smaller nations of the Human race had been herded together or wiped from all records entirely as the war for dominance raged between three rival nations. The war had begun over the decisions of the ruling government of Greater Mongolia