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Central Kasimir Woods, brought to a burning conclusion with smoke that rise into the distant sky. A battle was fought here between two tribes; Trai Cai and the Water Tribe; the Water Tribe being victorious. However, if a passing traveler was ever to visit the remains of Trai Cai they'd find piles of burning bodies, with a towering crucified figure that rose up into the sky; his body littered with spears and stuck blades that jabbed into his flesh before death. The women and children were conscripted into the victorious tribe, with all adult males either crucified or burnt alive with the rest of the bodies. If an individual was ever to approach these Aestatianized Tribesman over whom showed them the true path, they'd speak of a man named Eventide, who trained them in the way of War. There was a certain phrase that rang true throughout. This phrase was simple, and not without context,


"RENDER UNTO EVENTIDE."
 

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The fires that sprouted from central Kasimir spread further, and further up north, encroaching upon the Casmirian border enforced and guarded by the local Kolchravian liege. Reports from the numerous scouts and patrolmen would begin to echo that the glow of amber flames began to inch closer and closer to said border and word was sent out to Kasimir and the Capitol to send reinforcements to fight back the flames. Heilig men would scramble to fetch buckets of water and sand to dose out the flames but to no avail. A long and arduous battle to fend off the fires to which had already began consuming more and more of the forestry, pushing back the border that was protected for decades without fail. After a period of hours, alas a crack from above was heard - a sound all too familiar to the Heilig men of the Reiklands as what appeared to be a tiny meteorite in the night sky grew bigger and closer in rapid descent. “
You’ve nothing to fear, Heilig Heroes. This is where the tide shall turn.” Would be the words the young men would echo later that night amongst themselves when reminicining the events that were about to unfold. Spreading the words like wildfire and exaggerating it to no end.

Heatstroke in hand, the Lord General delved into the flames with reckless abandon as the fabled sword began to feed and consume the flames the savaged and roared. Weaving to beat them back in segments. Where the offensive of mankind against the spirals of amber were too fierce, he would lend his assistance in their battle and cover for their weaknesses. Yet despite this, the raging flames had taken the lives of but a dozen, young Heilig men. Refugees from Wulfmarsche and Altenach. The reports that would follow and the explanation for how such a wild fire would be all too similar: Confirming the suspicions of even the Lord General. This wasn’t the fault of their tight and strict border controls. No man was ever authorised to violate the Casmirian Accordance. This was the negligence of another. “Get ahold of the Knight-Kommandants. I want to know just /How/ this happened. And which Folsetian arsonist was responsible for this.
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As the fires grew across the plane, as the earth burned as would many Reiklanders fight, even as the Tailed Comet flew into the distant sky; Aridius simply watched, his expression hidden underneath a layer of plate. There was no denotation unto what was being thought, for there was no need to describe. His horse overlooked across the distant ocean unto the flames that danced north into Reikland territory; his steed heaving another breath that escaped through its own steel carcass as the man thought to himself briefly. The Aestatian, Eventide watched it burn by his own hand. Unintentional, but welcome.

"
Ash always falls."

Aridius said to himself, casting visage one more time before kicking off such a steed- riding into the night.


 

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Ever watchful over the realm of Kasimir, knowing that across the border lies formerly her home and on their side, her greatest failure.. smoke rising over the coast alerts her first. And the woman panics and moves closer, having thought it to be rising from the city, another image of her mind. But no, the overwhelming smell of ash hits her and she guides the ship higher, out over to see the burning wood. She doesn't know exactly where the border is in the woods, where it starts and where it ends, but her home lies to either side. Those below would see the Merlin weave through the smoke to reach north of the fire, and in passing would sound bells over Tyr'Kasimir. It halts above the flames and down from it flies its captain.

First order of business, firebreaks, if containment hasn't been attempted already. Her staff flares out as she comes to linger out beyond the walls of Casimir and she begins to cast with almost reckless abandon, fighting the clock to send gusts back against the flames, swallow them entirely where possible, and brute force back the woodlands. She swaths the edge of the forest fire in this manner, returning to the ship to rest as much time as she dares before diving once more. Screw your courage to the sticking place. The barest air current swirls around her, keeping the woman from immediately choking on the smoke or being set aflame herself. The heat blisters at her and her lungs protest even with a damp cloth up over her nose and mouth. There is no room for halting. Yet still, the cycle continues of uproot to make firebreaks, blow back the flames from licking at fresh wood or outright extinguishing it. As much as she can, as fast as she can, because the clock never yields, the sands never slow, and there will never be enough time, but she can buy some.

Moving from Casimir to focus elsewhere that the fires need beating back, the airship shudders to life once more as she returns to its deck, and they survey further. Slowly but surely working apart from yet alongside the effort of man, unknowingly, to contain this travesty. And unknowing of the politics surrounding this, Ciyera holds only one saddened and wrathful truth at heart: This was my home.


 

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