Not again. I’ve told you that story many times. Everyone knows the story of Lenaeus Beach. How about I tell you a different one, of how we got to there. One of why we had to fight there. I’ll tell you the story of the rider with the golden torc. Before the battle was won and turned to legend, an alliance between our backwater Demepolis and the powerful city of Lektrios was struck. It has been roughly thirty years since that summer, if my memory holds true. I was of maybe one or two years at that time. Demepolis was more of a large town with wooden walls rather than the city it is today. To say that we were an important town would be stretching the truth. Our nobles came to the Lektrians requesting an alliance against our neighboring city of Kalocea, may their shades rot in the Netherworld …show more content…
A taste of success can embolden thousands. The Royal Army made it no secret that it marched on them, not to win but to completely destroy any opposition, to crush skulls and spirits to instill such a lesson that quell the notion of rebellion for all time. The might of the Great King Cassephernes would fall on them as a wave crashes over houses made of sand. They would not be levies raised in haste but the battle hardened army of the Ekmanhaniid Dynasty. Only Lektrios did answer their call. Though it sounds heroic, the aid they sent was not near enough and they probably knew it. One thousand men and twenty ships were a drop into the bucket of what they faced. It was with heavy hearts we learned of the defeat of the rebellion. The Great King likely took no notice of Lektrios or the other cities of our mainland until then. In the next four years to follow, Cassephernes put down other regional rebellions within the boundaries his empire and tributary states, but it’s said that he had a slave tell him, ‘Remember the men of Lektrios,’ when he awoke every