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(1410.)

~23rd of Last Seed

Parius took careful steps thorough the streets of Hackdirt to narrowly avoid the obscene number of broken bodies that lay mangled on the ground. It was a sad sight, to say the least. Both sides dragged their away dead to be given a proper burial; and yet Iagun Brumli stood smiling. This was a triumph for both of them, as with this victory Parius had done what his father never could, and united all of Chorrol county. The commandant had led a bloody conquest that would grant him fame, or at the very least infamy throughout the entire county. The young king stood next to his general, watching over the aftermath of the battle. Parius stood significantly shorter than Brumli, and looked even more slender by comparison due to the commandant's thick ebony platemail.

"Congratulations on your victory, commandant." Parius said dryly, before quickly moving on. "Now, I need you to head to Gnottlesfont with a small company and escort the Lord here."

"I can't believe it," Iagun grumbled, his expression quickly turning sour. "All of this blood and we're selling this town out to that... worm." He said, venom dripping as he said the last word. "He played you for a fool, you're catering to his greed Parius. His ego will only inflate from here, and he'll want something bigger next." His eyes rolled over to the king. "Chorrol, perhaps?"

"We made a deal. I intend to honor it." He responded flatly. Iagun growled.

"We wouldn't have had to make a deal if you'd let me continue the siege as planned." Parius was silent for a moment, refusing to acknowledge it even though he knew Brumli was right.

"Just get it done." He finally said before taking his leave back to Chorrol. This was a momentous occasion for the White Oak. There would a celebration when he came back. The commandant grumbled in disapproval, but ultimately rallied a few men and head to Gnottlesfont.

~31st of Last Seed

The citizens of Gnottlesfont felt a chill just as the ebony boots of Commandant Brumli hit the ground there. The man had an imposing presence, that much was undeniable. He made his way to the Lord's manor.