A Pretext for Conquest

Two years ago…

A host of 3 thousand Tiefling horseman assembled right at the Archothinrian border. Almost the entire tribe. Only a few were left to guard the herds and children. There wasn’t much left to guard anyways. A series of tough years and increasingly harsher tribute put on by Avarov was bleeding them dry. There was no point in raiding other tribes, Cossack villages or trading posts in the mountains as they were either too poor or under protection of the Lord of the Steppes. Archothiria was the only option.

Batu Khan, the tribes leader rode forward and signalled the rest to follow him. He already sent out scouts before so he knew where hus targets were. After a couple hours of riding in one group, while avoiding any major roads, they split up into three. Each of them were going to a different city, or rather its unprotected outskirts. The plan was to pillage the surrounding fields and villages and flee with the loot before any of the garrisons can react.

The city Batu’s group was heading towards soon appeard on the horizon. In one moment the villagers were going on about their daily business, in another a cloud of dust appeared in the distance and a thousand horsemen descended upon them. They barged into the villages, trampling, shooting or cutting down anybody who didn’t get to safety in time. They would ransac the bodies and barge into houses, stealing anything of value and setting them on fire with magic. They emptied granaries, led away animals and burnt and trampled the fields. All of the loot was loaded onto horses, as each warrior had multiple, and after a village was cleared of all valuables they would move on to the next one or retreat to a designated meeting point.

Archorintian borderlands have not seen a raid of this magnitude in years, ever since the Great Khan was slain by the Veletians and the steppes incorporated into their young empire. But how would the Archothirians respond to this new situation?

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Alarms screamed throughout the fields as panicked villagers fled into the cities and protection spells were activated along the great walls of the military settlements. Military garrisons poured out of the city gates on their steeds and carriages, making their way towards the pillaging tribes with magically-enhanced swords, lances and crossbows. From atop turrets, artillery magi-cannons aimed and indirectly fired scattering Starsparks against the invaders: more often than not their targets were too far away or hidden by vegetation and buildings for any real damage to be dealt, but some groups were far less lucky than others. The airships of each city took off from their stations and, propelled by elemental wind spells, flew over to the villages that were still being raided or started giving chase to the tribes, and in both cases groups of archers and wizards on board started raining down piercing arrows and long-range attack spells from their positions.

In the meantime, each of the military cities used their communicator stones to report the ongoing attack back to the capital and other nearby settlements. The Emperors were quickly notified of this, and various diplomats and military generals were summoned to the Imperial Palace at once for an extraordinary emergency meeting.


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Eishet Baraqiel Malphasamael, great empress of the Archothirian Empire.


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“What’s the status on the southern frontier?”

“The stronghold cities are all holding up, my Empress,” - said one of the generals - “but there were heavy casualties in the surrounding countryside. The invaders haven’t yet been able to penetrate beyond the military defense front, and our forces are trying to push them away.”

“This is an outrage! Hadn’t we already held talks with Veletia to deal with the nomadic tribesmen before another raid occurred?”

“Yes, my Empress.” - said one of the military strategists in the room - “I would hate to suggest such travesty, but it is possible that Veletia could have intentionally pushed the Tieflings closer to our border to incite invasions. The punitive tributes that Avarov has been demanding of them would certainly fit this pattern.”

“Could they be trying to weaken our southern forts to prepare for war?”

“I wouldn’t exclude it as a possibility. The Tsar wishes to prove himself by expanding Veletia’s borders: going to war with the Empire would certainly unite the Tsardom under a common cause and solidify his position as absolute ruler.”

“Mh… We must avoid giving them any kind of Casus Belli. Contact our diplomats in Karolgrod and update them on the situation. In the meantime, we should begin to gradually increase militarization along the border. Even if the Veletians don’t plan to invade, we cannot allow for any further raids to take place.”

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The raiders didn’t stay for the battle. They started their retreat as soon as any opposition from the Archothirians appeared. A few were killed by the turrets and ranged attackers, some more fell by the airships. They fired arrows and bolts of fire as they retreated, raising shields, both physical and magical, to protect themselves against any Archothirian projectiles. This was just basic magic, innate to most Tieflings. Anything more complex would require a skilled shamman knowledgable in Heaven’s secrets and wielding conduits.

After running for at least half an hour, the riders switched horses, so they wouldn’t have to slow down later. The three groups reunited into one force and followed Batu back towards the border. Archothirians wouldn’t dare to cross it. Or at least he hoped so.

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