Chronology of the Delgon war

The initial shock of the Delgon attacks to the North are being felt across the Empire, but their expansion has slowed as the Empire has mustered its defences. Danomar led a brave stand at Ardel, breaking his oath never to kill his fubarnii kin, but allowing the civilian population to escape south before Roban could arrive with his reinforcements and utterly destroy the city.

In the following weeks the Gerovan council had no choice but to submit to the occupying forces of the Delgon, in spite of Danomar’s small victories. The Posan and Arisel clans followed suit, abandoning the Empire and pledging fealty to the Enarii Lords. The so-called Retribution attacks would have continued except that the bitter cold of winter closed in early, the relentless blizzards forcing the Delgon to take shelter and curtailing further attacks. While Garabon and the other Enarii paced impatiently in their frozen palaces, the Emperor gathered his advisors. The losses to the North have been devastating, bringing the forefront of the Delgon warmachine to the borders of the Central Empire. Following his attacks on the Delgon, Danomar was imprisoned and escorted back to Gar Loren where he threw himself on the mercy of the Emperor. There were many arguments within the Royal Council, during which time Danomar was held in chains beneath the Imperial Palace. There were many on the council who cried that Danomar’s actions brought into question the very sanctity of the Knightly Orders and it was agreed that the Oathbreaker must be executed. However, the Emperor’s closest advisors looked to the North and understood the threat that the Empire is facing. The Emperor stood before the Council and overturned their sentence decreeing that the threat of the Delgon constituted such a threat on a scale never before seen and that the Knights must be used in defence. Danomar was pardoned and released, retaking his role in the North to defend the Empire, his forces bolstered by several detachments of Knights that had been drawn from across the Empire. It was a short and cruel winter, but by the time the snow had cleared the Empire was ready for the next wave of Delgon attacks. Belderak emplacements were attacked and destroyed before they could fire their first shells and the supply chains were devastated following decisive attacks by the Knights. The Delgon spent the first weeks of spring testing the defences, but at every stage they have been repelled, even losing some of their new territory to the Emperor’s forces. The Enarii are growing ever more impatient, driving their engineers to construct more engines of destruction, pushing their logging parties south into the Naralon Forests, sending out missionaries and always searching for ways to grow in strength. To the south, Arak Katain has continued his campaign, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. During his travels he has inspired ever more devanu packs to emerge from hiding and to retake what is theirs. The local militias have done their best to deal with many attacks, but without the aid of the knights the damage has been catastrophic and they have been unable to stop the growth. The richer villages have paid expensive mercenaries to protect them, but with varying levels of success. The only consolation is that Arak is forever moving forwards, destroying all in his path, but then moving on, his eyes fixed ever northwards. Those left in his wake must deal with bands of rogue devanu who are making the most of the weakened defences and broken villages. Meanwhile, on the western coast of the Empire, far from the growing hostilities, the aging clan lord of the insular Teralin clan has finally succumbed to the ravages of time. The newly appointed clan lord has great aspirations and has appointed an outspoken member of one the lesser noble families to act as his ambassador to tour the Empire and bring back news. Danakan, the unwilling Ambassador, has secured travel with one of the many trade caravans that regularly travel between his home in Teral and the fortified city of Orel, which sits on the edge of the hostile Argoran Wastes. He has a long journey ahead of him, particularly for one who has rarely left the lands of his clan.