382YE Spring Equinox winds of war - Revision history

Twiggy at 14:18, 19 March 2026

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	It is bad enough for the Imperials; it is hard to imagine how terrible it must be for the Grendel.		It is bad enough for the Imperials; it is hard to imagine how terrible it must be for the Grendel.

	If the {{Black Plateau}} was restless before... the intensity of the dreams and visions it brings seems to double over the next few nights. It becomes harder and harder to tell what is real and what is a phantasmagorical hallucination. Supplies of liao run dangerously low as soldiers desperately seek the solace of anointing. The violence, if anything, escalates even further. Only the Red Wind Corsairs and the Wolves of War seem capable of remembering what quarter is - perhaps thanks to the tenor of their orders. Those Imperial soldiers whose generals have urged them to give in to the power that is lose in Spiral, to cut the Grendel down, to take revenge, to hate.. they revel in it, in the slaughter. The worst are the orc armies, and the Towerjacks, who begin to echo some of the atrocities of the Iron Helms, but the Citadel Guard and the Northern Eagle likewise begin to seek out opportunities to slake their thirst for blood on the orcs. For their part, the Grendel match the Imperial ferocity blood for blood. They fall back, but it is clear their generals are struggling to keep them under control. They stand and fight when they should retreat. The Black Eels and the Brine Turtles seem least affected, but their relative discipline is more than made up for by the Salt Dogs, Sand Pipers, and the Stone Gyre.		If the {{Black Plateau}} was restless before... the intensity of the dreams and visions it brings seems to double over the next few nights. It becomes harder and harder to tell what is real and what is a phantasmagorical hallucination. Supplies of liao run dangerously low as soldiers desperately seek the solace of anointing. The violence, if anything, escalates even further. Only the Red Wind Corsairs and the Wolves of War seem capable of remembering what quarter is - perhaps thanks to the tenor of their orders. Those Imperial soldiers whose generals have urged them to give in to the power that is lose in Spiral, to cut the Grendel down, to take revenge, to hate... they revel in it, in the slaughter. The worst are the orc armies, and the Towerjacks, who begin to echo some of the atrocities of the Iron Helms, but the Citadel Guard and the Northern Eagle likewise begin to seek out opportunities to slake their thirst for blood on the orcs. For their part, the Grendel match the Imperial ferocity blood for blood. They fall back, but it is clear their generals are struggling to keep them under control. They stand and fight when they should retreat. The Black Eels and the Brine Turtles seem least affected, but their relative discipline is more than made up for by the Salt Dogs, Sand Pipers, and the Stone Gyre.
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Wolves of War">The schemes of our enemies have robbed us of the mercenaries that make our force so flexible. But we shall not be deterred. We advance into Ankra, then Ossuary then Screed, making no attack on any coastal regions or fortifications. Where we meet the Grendel, whether they defend or attack, we shall engage them. We shall not press hard to drive them back, instead our assault will be measured and careful. We hold back until we see the banners of the Summer Storm and the Iron Helms. Only then do we surge forward to give our enemies the dead reckoning they're owed.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Wolves of War">The schemes of our enemies have robbed us of the mercenaries that make our force so flexible. But we shall not be deterred. We advance into Ankra, then Ossuary then Screed, making no attack on any coastal regions or fortifications. Where we meet the Grendel, whether they defend or attack, we shall engage them. We shall not press hard to drive them back, instead our assault will be measured and careful. We hold back until we see the banners of the Summer Storm and the Iron Helms. Only then do we surge forward to give our enemies the dead reckoning they're owed.</quote></div>
	The Iron helms take Screed. The Grendel there retreat south and east. Some to the fortified port of Apulian, some to the south-eastern border, to Apulus, to rendezvous with the forces driven south by the main bulk of the Imperial armies. There, on the lower slops of Apstrus, in the shadow of Solen's Doubt the final battle of the season is fought.		The Iron helms take Screed. The Grendel there retreat south and east. Some to the fortified port of Apulian, some to the south-eastern border, to Apulus, to rendezvous with the forces driven south by the main bulk of the Imperial armies. There, on the lower slops of Apstrus, in the shadow of Solen's Doubt the final battle of the season is fought.

Twiggy at 15:22, 16 March 2026

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	Furthermore, a band of hard-bitten [[Steinr]] wardens who patrol the plains beneath the [[Sermersuaq#Silver Peaks\|Silver Peaks]] return to Atalaq, battered and bruised, shortly before the Spring Equinox. They bring news that a group of Jotun have passed into the foothills there. They tired warriors assert that the Jotun have been received by the [[Thule]] - a diplomatic envoy to the orcs of [[Otkodov]] no doubt. There is much heated discussion about what might happen if the warrior-born Jotun were to forge an alliance with the warlocks of Otkodov; none of it heartening. For their part, the northern orcs take no part in the invasion by the Jotun. They remain in their mountain fastness, seemingly disinterested in the slow advance of the western orcs.		Furthermore, a band of hard-bitten [[Steinr]] wardens who patrol the plains beneath the [[Sermersuaq#Silver Peaks\|Silver Peaks]] return to Atalaq, battered and bruised, shortly before the Spring Equinox. They bring news that a group of Jotun have passed into the foothills there. They tired warriors assert that the Jotun have been received by the [[Thule]] - a diplomatic envoy to the orcs of [[Otkodov]] no doubt. There is much heated discussion about what might happen if the warrior-born Jotun were to forge an alliance with the warlocks of Otkodov; none of it heartening. For their part, the northern orcs take no part in the invasion by the Jotun. They remain in their mountain fastness, seemingly disinterested in the slow advance of the western orcs.
	===Game Information : Sermersuaq===		===Game Information : Sermersuaq===
	As the Spring Equinox dawns, the Jotun are dug-in at Stark, and half-way towards complete control of Tanikipari. They control most of the land between the western border and the shores of lake ~~Atkonartoq~~. There are raiding forces all over the territory - any character who lives there could have seen or encountered them. The Jotun are being very cautious - but they are not afraid to spill orc or human blood in pursuit of their conquest of the territory.		As the Spring Equinox dawns, the Jotun are dug-in at Stark, and half-way towards complete control of Tanikipari. They control most of the land between the western border and the shores of lake Atkonaroq. There are raiding forces all over the territory - any character who lives there could have seen or encountered them. The Jotun are being very cautious - but they are not afraid to spill orc or human blood in pursuit of their conquest of the territory.

	==Home (Semmerholm)==		==Home (Semmerholm)==

Twiggy at 22:51, 12 March 2026

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	Regardless of these concerns, the host of Dawn rises and goes forth to face the Druj... only to find that they have quit the field.		Regardless of these concerns, the host of Dawn rises and goes forth to face the Druj... only to find that they have quit the field.

	The orcs are in full retreat - withdrawing south faster than the Dawnish armies can advance. There are the usual Druj tricks - traps and ambushes left to bedevil the unwary and the overconfident. Bands of saboteurs and ~~guerillas~~ who seek to outflank scouts and overzealous bands of questing knights and bring them to a bad end. As they fall back they fire the manors and villages they have conquered, sending plumes of greasy black smoke into the sky to taunt the armies of Dawn. They refuse every attempt by the armies of Dawn to draw them to battle, melting away like fog before the light of the rising sun whenever the captains think they have them within their grasp.		The orcs are in full retreat - withdrawing south faster than the Dawnish armies can advance. There are the usual Druj tricks - traps and ambushes left to bedevil the unwary and the overconfident. Bands of saboteurs and guerrillas who seek to outflank scouts and overzealous bands of questing knights and bring them to a bad end. As they fall back they fire the manors and villages they have conquered, sending plumes of greasy black smoke into the sky to taunt the armies of Dawn. They refuse every attempt by the armies of Dawn to draw them to battle, melting away like fog before the light of the rising sun whenever the captains think they have them within their grasp.

	Oh, for sure, scattered bands of Druj continue to raid across the territory beyond the front lines. They burn, they loot, they murder. The Golden Axe spend much of their time hunting these groups, but for each band they corner two more slip through their fingers. During the Winter Solstice, a particular strike force raided the Pits of Brychel for example, carrying away a band of scholars studying the old Terunael ruins there. No sign of the raiders or the scholars is found. Those witnesses who survived the attack say that the Druj were not alone - that they met with certain bandit bands who had long harassed the people of Ulvenholm and Boar's Dell, descendants of the bitter orcs who once ruled all of Semmerholm. Now they are gone - retreated back south alongside the armies - and they seem to have taken the bulk of the bandits with them to the relief of the yeofolk and Navarr alike.		Oh, for sure, scattered bands of Druj continue to raid across the territory beyond the front lines. They burn, they loot, they murder. The Golden Axe spend much of their time hunting these groups, but for each band they corner two more slip through their fingers. During the Winter Solstice, a particular strike force raided the Pits of Brychel for example, carrying away a band of scholars studying the old Terunael ruins there. No sign of the raiders or the scholars is found. Those witnesses who survived the attack say that the Druj were not alone - that they met with certain bandit bands who had long harassed the people of Ulvenholm and Boar's Dell, descendants of the bitter orcs who once ruled all of Semmerholm. Now they are gone - retreated back south alongside the armies - and they seem to have taken the bulk of the bandits with them to the relief of the yeofolk and Navarr alike.

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	But two regions are liberated. Thousands of orcs dead.		But two regions are liberated. Thousands of orcs dead.
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Winter Sun">We Join our 2nd legion kin and charge head long into west ranging in Spiral. We scream the name of Thrace and in his name we shall overwhelm the Grendel in our assault. Loud still ring the voices from the mines of old. Free this land of the barbarian skum. Show no mercy... For the Empire... For Thrace</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Winter Sun">We Join our 2nd legion kin and charge head long into west ranging in Spiral. We scream the name of Thrace and in his name we shall overwhelm the Grendel in our assault. Loud still ring the voices from the mines of old. Free this land of the barbarian skum. Show no mercy... For the Empire... For Thrace</quote></div>
	The Iron ~~helms~~ come at last to Screed. Perhaps it was inevitable, in a way. With the soldiers travel magicians from the darkest parts of Varushka - cabalists well versed in the arts of bargaining, and the dark spirits they have chained. They meet the Iron Gulls, supported and supplied by marines and the Grendel legionaries that serve the navies. They build on the successes the Empire has already had, pushing the orcs back towards the coast. They fight without quarter. Any orc that falls into their hands is torn apart by dogs, crucified, impaled, ripped limb from limb. They have gone beyond mercy, beyond humanity perhaps. What begins as cruelty escalates quickly. They are in the shadow of the {{Black Plateau}} - their actions call to it, and it answers. A circle of power begins to flow. Hate begetting hate, fear feeding fear. The {{Black Plateau}} rouses.		The Iron Helms come at last to Screed. Perhaps it was inevitable, in a way. With the soldiers travel magicians from the darkest parts of Varushka - cabalists well versed in the arts of bargaining, and the dark spirits they have chained. They meet the Iron Gulls, supported and supplied by marines and the Grendel legionaries that serve the navies. They build on the successes the Empire has already had, pushing the orcs back towards the coast. They fight without quarter. Any orc that falls into their hands is torn apart by dogs, crucified, impaled, ripped limb from limb. They have gone beyond mercy, beyond humanity perhaps. What begins as cruelty escalates quickly. They are in the shadow of the {{Black Plateau}} - their actions call to it, and it answers. A circle of power begins to flow. Hate begetting hate, fear feeding fear. The {{Black Plateau}} rouses.

	Into the shadow of the {{Black Plateau}} the Iron Helms come. There, as the sun sets, the cabalists begin to weave their magic. Bolstered by the knowledge that they have the full support of the priests, and the generals they draw on old pacts. They call to the shadows beneath the trees of distant Miekarova and Volodmartz, on the blackness that waits beneath the hills of Karsk and Karov. They draw it to them, streamers of cold, hungry darkness. And then they turn it loose upon the Grendel.		Into the shadow of the {{Black Plateau}} the Iron Helms come. There, as the sun sets, the cabalists begin to weave their magic. Bolstered by the knowledge that they have the full support of the priests, and the generals they draw on old pacts. They call to the shadows beneath the trees of distant Miekarova and Volodmartz, on the blackness that waits beneath the hills of Karsk and Karov. They draw it to them, streamers of cold, hungry darkness. And then they turn it loose upon the Grendel.

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	The Winter Solstice saw the armies of Dawn, and their allies in the Golden Axe, victorious, the bulk of the Druj forces in retreat across Semmerholm, pulling back into Axmure. The Varushkans are not the only allies fighting alongside the people of Dawn. In a peerless act of [[Summer magic]] not seen since the time of [[Empress Brannan]], Dawn's witches have called forth a grand host of elfin knights and goblin soldiers from the Fields of Glory, from the domain of [[Eleonaris]], the Sovereign in Scarlet and Gold.		The Winter Solstice saw the armies of Dawn, and their allies in the Golden Axe, victorious, the bulk of the Druj forces in retreat across Semmerholm, pulling back into Axmure. The Varushkans are not the only allies fighting alongside the people of Dawn. In a peerless act of [[Summer magic]] not seen since the time of [[Empress Brannan]], Dawn's witches have called forth a grand host of elfin knights and goblin soldiers from the Fields of Glory, from the domain of [[Eleonaris]], the Sovereign in Scarlet and Gold.

	Now heralds of Summer fight alongside each of the four armies of Dawn. The golden cohort relishes every opportunity to prove their strength against the vicious, cowardly orcs of the Mallum. They sing as they fight, exulting in the chance to spill the blood of the twisted Druj. Their presence is an inspiration, and not only on the field of war. They offer and receive camaraderie with gusto, extending supernal hospitality to their fellow warriors, and accepting it in their turn. The golden palanquins of the noble fey never seem to lack for prime victuals, fine wines fermented from no earthly grapes, and shared tales of wild hunts, of glorious romance, and heroic battle in the ~~summer Realm~~. The regimented ranks of green and black tents that house their soldiers - those squat, unrefined squires and archers - welcome the yeofolk to share their coarser fare, their strong spirits, and more earthy tales of conquest and desperate conflict.		Now heralds of Summer fight alongside each of the four armies of Dawn. The golden cohort relishes every opportunity to prove their strength against the vicious, cowardly orcs of the Mallum. They sing as they fight, exulting in the chance to spill the blood of the twisted Druj. Their presence is an inspiration, and not only on the field of war. They offer and receive camaraderie with gusto, extending supernal hospitality to their fellow warriors, and accepting it in their turn. The golden palanquins of the noble fey never seem to lack for prime victuals, fine wines fermented from no earthly grapes, and shared tales of wild hunts, of glorious romance, and heroic battle in the Summer realm. The regimented ranks of green and black tents that house their soldiers - those squat, unrefined squires and archers - welcome the yeofolk to share their coarser fare, their strong spirits, and more earthy tales of conquest and desperate conflict.
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Hounds of Glory">Once Again the knights of the Summer ~~Realm~~ march with us. Rejoice in their presence and compete to Charge Triumphantly, more gloriously and show our strength. Prove our superiority in friendly competition too with the Golden Sun and enjoy the company of our fellows in the eastern sky and Gryphon's Pride and our Varushkan Comrades in the Golden Axe.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Hounds of Glory">Once Again the knights of the Summer realm march with us. Rejoice in their presence and compete to Charge Triumphantly, more gloriously and show our strength. Prove our superiority in friendly competition too with the Golden Sun and enjoy the company of our fellows in the eastern sky and Gryphon's Pride and our Varushkan Comrades in the Golden Axe.</quote></div>
	The Dawnish match their strange allies feast for feast, drink for drink, tale for tale. Gifts are exchanged; weapons and armour forged in Summer forges or bound with the light touch of Weavers. Trophies of great beasts from forests magical and mortal. Arrows fletched with unearthly feathers, or marked in the colours of noble houses. Flasks of dark purple wine, of thick brown beer; bottles of finest vintage, of strong Vaushkan mead. Some mortals and some courtiers of Eleonaris exchange favours. There are challenges offered and met, and fights "for love" between mortal and immortal, and even occasional dalliances in those timeless moments when the fires burn low and the moon hangs fat and slow above the trees of Axmure.		The Dawnish match their strange allies feast for feast, drink for drink, tale for tale. Gifts are exchanged; weapons and armour forged in Summer forges or bound with the light touch of Weavers. Trophies of great beasts from forests magical and mortal. Arrows fletched with unearthly feathers, or marked in the colours of noble houses. Flasks of dark purple wine, of thick brown beer; bottles of finest vintage, of strong Vaushkan mead. Some mortals and some courtiers of Eleonaris exchange favours. There are challenges offered and met, and fights "for love" between mortal and immortal, and even occasional dalliances in those timeless moments when the fires burn low and the moon hangs fat and slow above the trees of Axmure.

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	The Empire prepares for one final push, The Grendel secure their positions. The {{Black Plateau}} rumbles and mutters.		The Empire prepares for one final push, The Grendel secure their positions. The {{Black Plateau}} rumbles and mutters.

	Thirty three thousand soldiers raise their banners. Nearly fourteen thousand troops commanded by independent captains - ten thousand at least supporting the Summer Storm alone. Two legions of [[Knights of Glory\|knights]] called from the Summer ~~Realm~~ march with the Imperials, alongside the Summer Storm and the Towerjacks. Bound to fight with the Empire by the same magicians of Dawn who set the glorious contingent to aid their own armies in Semmerholm.		Thirty three thousand soldiers raise their banners. Nearly fourteen thousand troops commanded by independent captains - ten thousand at least supporting the Summer Storm alone. Two legions of [[Knights of Glory\|knights]] called from the Summer realm march with the Imperials, alongside the Summer Storm and the Towerjacks. Bound to fight with the Empire by the same magicians of Dawn who set the glorious contingent to aid their own armies in Semmerholm.

	The Imperial strategy is complex. Some strike for Ossuary, others to Ankra, seeking to exploit the foothold the Empire has secured in seasons past and the Grendel have failed to dislodge. One heads straight for Screed and...		The Imperial strategy is complex. Some strike for Ossuary, others to Ankra, seeking to exploit the foothold the Empire has secured in seasons past and the Grendel have failed to dislodge. One heads straight for Screed and...

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	Horrors, then. A war of human folk against horrors.		Horrors, then. A war of human folk against horrors.

	The vallorn creatures are at their most dangerous when they draw near a Spring [[regio]]. The power of the vallorn takes root more easily there, more swiftly, and with more vitality. The plants and the husks are drawn to these places. Those who must fight the vallornspawn around the scattered Spring regios of West Ranging endure some of the worst fighting of the campaign. They speak also of things coming ''out'' of the regio - handfuls of horrors that attack with the power of Spring magic as well as wooden claws. The vates whisper and mutter, certain now. The hand of [[Yaw'nagrah]] rests on western Liathaven, despite the efforts of the [[~~Conclave\|~~Conclave]] to [[Amity and enmity#Declaration of Enmity\|forbid her entry]]. Has she been called? Or is Liathaven so long outside the borders of the Empire that the Conclave's edict no longer holds sway here?		The vallorn creatures are at their most dangerous when they draw near a Spring [[regio]]. The power of the vallorn takes root more easily there, more swiftly, and with more vitality. The plants and the husks are drawn to these places. Those who must fight the vallornspawn around the scattered Spring regios of West Ranging endure some of the worst fighting of the campaign. They speak also of things coming ''out'' of the regio - handfuls of horrors that attack with the power of Spring magic as well as wooden claws. The vates whisper and mutter, certain now. The hand of [[Yaw'nagrah]] rests on western Liathaven, despite the efforts of the [[Conclave]] to [[Amity and enmity#Declaration of Enmity\|forbid her entry]]. Has she been called? Or is Liathaven so long outside the borders of the Empire that the Conclave's edict no longer holds sway here?

	There are more pressing questions; the matter of Yaw'nagrah must wait.		There are more pressing questions; the matter of Yaw'nagrah must wait.

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	Soldiers become gardeners first, and warriors second. Perhaps it is appropriate that it is the [[the Marches\|Marchers]] who support the Navarr - they are farmers, and sometimes fighting the vallorn is like weeding a fallow field. Scythes and sickles are employed as often as bills and bows. Fire works a little; once the plants have been cut and torn out, they are burned. Walls of black smoke drift through the trees joining with the miasma. This is not the heart of a vallorn; once the fecund life is uprooted, it is slow to grow back.		Soldiers become gardeners first, and warriors second. Perhaps it is appropriate that it is the [[the Marches\|Marchers]] who support the Navarr - they are farmers, and sometimes fighting the vallorn is like weeding a fallow field. Scythes and sickles are employed as often as bills and bows. Fire works a little; once the plants have been cut and torn out, they are burned. Walls of black smoke drift through the trees joining with the miasma. This is not the heart of a vallorn; once the fecund life is uprooted, it is slow to grow back.
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Quiet Step">The time has come to return to the old war. We march through Bregasland into West Ranging where we will, supported by our marcher allies, make an overwhelming assault on the vallorn expanding there.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Quiet Step">The time has come to return to the old war. We march through Bregasland into West Ranging where we will, supported by our marcher allies, make an overwhelming assault on the vallorn expanding there.</quote></div>
	Behind the plants come the [[Vallornspawn husk\|husks]]. The [[~~Synod\|~~Synod]] says that these are tragic victims; that their life has not fled them and their souls are trapped in torment. Unlike those corpses that are ridden by winter spirits, say the guides, the vallornspawn husks are living beings enslaved forever on the verge of death. They are tenacious opponents, and they come with the miasma that brings swift death to those that fall before it.		Behind the plants come the [[Vallornspawn husk\|husks]]. The [[Synod]] says that these are tragic victims; that their life has not fled them and their souls are trapped in torment. Unlike those corpses that are ridden by winter spirits, say the guides, the vallornspawn husks are living beings enslaved forever on the verge of death. They are tenacious opponents, and they come with the miasma that brings swift death to those that fall before it.

	There is an unsettling egalitarianism to these vallornspawn. Navarr and [[orc]] shapes shuffle and stumble together, their differences wiped away by the plant life that controls them. Some are clearly recent - the wounds that felled them clear to see, writhing with fresh greenery. Others are older - much older in some cases - unrecognisable as human or orc, devoid even of the scraps of clothing or armour that the fresher vallornspawn sport.		There is an unsettling egalitarianism to these vallornspawn. Navarr and [[orc]] shapes shuffle and stumble together, their differences wiped away by the plant life that controls them. Some are clearly recent - the wounds that felled them clear to see, writhing with fresh greenery. Others are older - much older in some cases - unrecognisable as human or orc, devoid even of the scraps of clothing or armour that the fresher vallornspawn sport.

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	Horrors, then. A war of human folk against horrors.		Horrors, then. A war of human folk against horrors.

	The vallorn creatures are at their most dangerous when they draw near a Spring [[regio]]. The power of the vallorn takes root more easily there, more swiftly, and with more vitality. The plants and the husks are drawn to these places. Those who must fight the vallornspawn around the scattered Spring regios of West Ranging endure some of the worst fighting of the campaign. They speak also of things coming ''out'' of the regio - handfuls of horrors that attack with the power of Spring magic as well as wooden claws. The vates whisper and mutter, certain now. The hand of [[Yaw'nagrah]] rests on western Liathaven, despite the efforts of the [[~~Imperial~~ Conclave\|Conclave]] to [[Amity and enmity#Declaration of Enmity\|forbid her entry]]. Has she been called? Or is Liathaven so long outside the borders of the Empire that the Conclave's edict no longer holds sway here?		The vallorn creatures are at their most dangerous when they draw near a Spring [[regio]]. The power of the vallorn takes root more easily there, more swiftly, and with more vitality. The plants and the husks are drawn to these places. Those who must fight the vallornspawn around the scattered Spring regios of West Ranging endure some of the worst fighting of the campaign. They speak also of things coming ''out'' of the regio - handfuls of horrors that attack with the power of Spring magic as well as wooden claws. The vates whisper and mutter, certain now. The hand of [[Yaw'nagrah]] rests on western Liathaven, despite the efforts of the [[Conclave\|Conclave]] to [[Amity and enmity#Declaration of Enmity\|forbid her entry]]. Has she been called? Or is Liathaven so long outside the borders of the Empire that the Conclave's edict no longer holds sway here?

	There are more pressing questions; the matter of Yaw'nagrah must wait.		There are more pressing questions; the matter of Yaw'nagrah must wait.

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	Soldiers become gardeners first, and warriors second. Perhaps it is appropriate that it is the [[the Marches\|Marchers]] who support the Navarr - they are farmers, and sometimes fighting the vallorn is like weeding a fallow field. Scythes and sickles are employed as often as bills and bows. Fire works a little; once the plants have been cut and torn out, they are burned. Walls of black smoke drift through the trees joining with the miasma. This is not the heart of a vallorn; once the fecund life is uprooted, it is slow to grow back.		Soldiers become gardeners first, and warriors second. Perhaps it is appropriate that it is the [[the Marches\|Marchers]] who support the Navarr - they are farmers, and sometimes fighting the vallorn is like weeding a fallow field. Scythes and sickles are employed as often as bills and bows. Fire works a little; once the plants have been cut and torn out, they are burned. Walls of black smoke drift through the trees joining with the miasma. This is not the heart of a vallorn; once the fecund life is uprooted, it is slow to grow back.
	<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Quiet Step">The time has come to return to the old war. We march through Bregasland into West Ranging where we will, supported by our marcher allies, make an overwhelming assault on the vallorn expanding there.</quote></div>		<div style="float:right; width: 450px;"><quote by="General of the Quiet Step">The time has come to return to the old war. We march through Bregasland into West Ranging where we will, supported by our marcher allies, make an overwhelming assault on the vallorn expanding there.</quote></div>
	Behind the plants come the [[Vallornspawn husk\|husks]]. The [[~~Imperial~~ Synod\|Synod]] says that these are tragic victims; that their life has not fled them and their souls are trapped in torment. Unlike those corpses that are ridden by winter spirits, say the guides, the vallornspawn husks are living beings enslaved forever on the verge of death. They are tenacious opponents, and they come with the miasma that brings swift death to those that fall before it.		Behind the plants come the [[Vallornspawn husk\|husks]]. The [[Synod\|Synod]] says that these are tragic victims; that their life has not fled them and their souls are trapped in torment. Unlike those corpses that are ridden by winter spirits, say the guides, the vallornspawn husks are living beings enslaved forever on the verge of death. They are tenacious opponents, and they come with the miasma that brings swift death to those that fall before it.

	There is an unsettling egalitarianism to these vallornspawn. Navarr and [[orc]] shapes shuffle and stumble together, their differences wiped away by the plant life that controls them. Some are clearly recent - the wounds that felled them clear to see, writhing with fresh greenery. Others are older - much older in some cases - unrecognisable as human or orc, devoid even of the scraps of clothing or armour that the fresher vallornspawn sport.		There is an unsettling egalitarianism to these vallornspawn. Navarr and [[orc]] shapes shuffle and stumble together, their differences wiped away by the plant life that controls them. Some are clearly recent - the wounds that felled them clear to see, writhing with fresh greenery. Others are older - much older in some cases - unrecognisable as human or orc, devoid even of the scraps of clothing or armour that the fresher vallornspawn sport.

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	* The final conjunction, available only on Sunday, allows the heroes of Anvil to visit the Gethern Expanse in Screed, Spiral. A force of elite Grendel mercenaries are heading towards this location, although what they intend to do when they get there is not known at this time.		* The final conjunction, available only on Sunday, allows the heroes of Anvil to visit the Gethern Expanse in Screed, Spiral. A force of elite Grendel mercenaries are heading towards this location, although what they intend to do when they get there is not known at this time.

	By the time of the Spring Equinox summit, the Civil Service will have completed reports for each of these conjunctions, which will be presented to the [[general\|generals]] during the [[Muster]]. The final decision about which major conjunctions to exploit, and who will take part in the battles, is the heavy responsibility of the [[~~Imperial~~ Military Council]] alone.		By the time of the Spring Equinox summit, the Civil Service will have completed reports for each of these conjunctions, which will be presented to the [[general\|generals]] during the [[Muster]]. The final decision about which major conjunctions to exploit, and who will take part in the battles, is the heavy responsibility of the [[Military Council]] alone.

	A further quartet of large conjunctions have been identified early on Saturday evening of the Spring Equinox. Two open portals in East Floes, Sermersuaq close to the location of engagements against drowned dead during the Winter Solstice. The second pair of conjunctions allow passage to the final two Spring Regio known to exist in West Ranging, Liathaven.		A further quartet of large conjunctions have been identified early on Saturday evening of the Spring Equinox. Two open portals in East Floes, Sermersuaq close to the location of engagements against drowned dead during the Winter Solstice. The second pair of conjunctions allow passage to the final two Spring Regio known to exist in West Ranging, Liathaven.