The War of 080

Early in AFS 77 a conflict erupted between the newly formed Nation of Barboroy and the Kingdom of Revrent. Someone within the government of Barboroy thought it would be a good idea to attempt to claim a lot of the soil in Jarr as property of their own. They saw only an abundant resource to help fuel their engineering cravings, Revrent saw it as a violation of their personal space. It did not make matters better that Barboroy than found it in their best interests to threaten Revrent and setup outposts on these “claimed” lands to defend them. For some reason they took offence to Revrent relieving them of their outposts and claimed lands; which lead to an attack on South Revrent.

King Godred, ruler of Revrent at the time, did not take this offence lightly. He ordered a full out attack on Barboroy. This would become the most bloody and first major war that took place after the fallen star. It also marked the first war in which new technologies and science would be seen on the battlefield. The effects did not go unnoted, and after the tears and onslaught ended a world meeting was held to discuss the grievous effects that science has on war.
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Tuesday, August 16th, AFS 080

We have been on the frontline now for nearly ten months. I must say that the Barboroy fight with great passion to keep their homelands their own. They have inventions and tinkerings the likes no man back home has dreamed of. Iron clad clockwork men, weapons that shoot lightning, and even guns that do not use powder but instead steam to project the ammunition. But their folly is in their lack of magic. If it wasn’t for our wizards I fear that we would have been driven back by now.

For weeks we have been waiting for reinforcements to arrive from our allies. I have to admit; when Kanada’s men arrived I was angered to see only twenty men was what they considered reinforcements. But these troops are not like your normal warriors. They hold themselves so highly on the battlefield, but so lowly to themselves. It’s hard to imagine how they became so powerful. So focused. One man is worth a thousand of ours, easily. The one assigned to our division, Takez Ganry, is breathtaking on the battlefield. His attacks are flawless and incomparable. His level of precision and devastation is unmatched by anything in our arsenal. In one swing he seems to be able to cleave through armor as if it doesn’t exist, and even slain men with a single blow. It’s as if he can dodge bullets and even deflect them with his own swords. But with all of his greatness and grander, he only eats the simplest of meals and never partakes in any activities other than reflecting on the next day. The other day I overheard one of the troops talk about how they heard him complain about the use of guns. But from what I heard he wasn’t complaining, just stating that it is not the weapon of a warrior, it is one of a coward.

But with his amazingness aside, he still is no match for the Barboroy’s use of explosives. Their devastating assault upon us with their artillery is relentless, and unforgiving. Everything gets laid to ruin beneath these bombs. I fear in the end they may drive us off their lands, but only be left with ruble to rule over. The Captain says that the Capital is calling in a special favor, but I don’t see what could help us. I fear the only thing that will stop such devastation is more destruction.

~Sergeant Edward Groveous, Revrent Army
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On September 3rd AFS 080 the sky pirate vessel Sōl lead a bombing run over the Capital city of Barboroy and the frontline of the assault. The same bombs used by the Barboroy were used against them on a massive level. Over 120,000 people were killed in the bomb runs. Barboroy surrendered that evening. The next day they issued an official apology to Revrent. King Godred accepted the apology and in a show of good faith helped aid the fledgling war torn nation, now in shambles, rebuild.

A few weeks later a global meeting was held. It was the first recorded in over 300 years. Discussions of the battle and the impact of the new found sciences were discussed heavily for many days. The results of the meeting was the signing of a treaty which prohibits the use of high yield explosive weapons both on small and large scales, but has nothing to say about production, storage or transfer. In short bombs were made illegal to use on a global level. A number of countries signed the treaty declaring that they only regarded the non-use obligations as applying to other parties and that these obligations would cease to apply if the prohibited weapons were used against them. This treaty became known as the Barboroy Treaty.

Since then most major nations have signed the treaty including most independent factions including a representative of the pirates of Xadune. To date, only Kinsley has not signed the treaty.

It’s Just How Things Are

The feline race of Xadune has been infamous as being an abrasive race for as long as any one mortal can remember.  But until about two decades previous to our current year, the entire race vanished as if it never existed.  After almost a year without this diverse culture, all but their Gnoll rivals had forgotten they had ever existed.  When the year turned and started a new chapter, the Feline emerged once again.  When that time came, things were even more different than anyone had anticipated.


Dodging the limbs of fallen trees, her feet naturally find soft undergrowth to dig into the moist earth to help push her along.  The slender feline had been running for so long now she could hear her heartbeat in her ears.  Draya saw a town coming ever closer as she ran, scanning the borders for an oncoming threat, gave her inspiration to continue.  Occasionally she would look over her shoulder to see if she lost her pursuer, eyes darting around quickly and processing the new information.  The sparse woods of Central Pha had provided her with great cover for the time being, but it was hard to mislead one that can hunt better than she could. 

Upon approaching the town within a hundred paces, she slowed her run to a jog and getting closer still, she slowed to a walk.  Walking into the town she bowed her head, hiding the perspiration that was begging to run down the sides of her face.  Occasionally she shook her head as venders beg for her attention and approach to try to lead her to their goods.  The sounds of the busy market rang in her ears as if she could hear for the first time.  A sound like no other caught her attention, making her left ear turn behind her to pick it up clearer.  It rang out again, something so subtle to make her skin crawl.  Armor plating grating against the chain mail underneath drawing closer with each step the person took, walking with a purpose, this may very well be her pursuer.

Darting around the corner of a shop she hid in the alley, sinking against the wall, letting the silence deafen her for a moment before the pursuer walked by the same alley she hid in.  Taking a deep breath, she held it in for a moment or two before she felt strong enough to peek up through her sweat stained hair.  Draya’s pursuer walks in front of the alley slowly, looking down to acknowledge her.  A large male feline in plate and chain mail wore a smirk across his face as if showing her his victory in a small way.  The eye contact they made for that brief moment filled her heart with dread, she knew she was trapped.  It was too late to turn back now.  With her legs heavy and exhaustion encumbering her, she tries to stand but falls to no avail.  Tears fill her eyes but too stubborn and her pride standing in the way of letting them fall, she forces herself to her feet.

Pushing one leg forward at a time, she drags herself out of the alley where the male awaited across the way, leaning against a shop with his arms crossed wearing a smug look.  Walking away from the building he heads the way they came, out of the city, with Draya 20 paces behind as two other large feline fall in behind her several paces back.   


This is how it was, the smaller feline would come to town wearing collars to get goods and leave without saying a word.  The larger feline would come to the city looking for smaller feline, both male and female, and if found they would follow without a fight.  Rarely would a non-collared docile feline come to town alone and if they did, it was assumed the dominant would follow soon after.  No one questioned it; it is just how things were.

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