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The face of the hobgoblin noble did not alter while the King spoke. It had been inevitable ever since the rise of the Night King, the two Empires were on a head-to-head collision course. To Espada, such would be a war against an arch-enemy; An ancient foe who laid claim to the peninsula for...

Hasrul tilted his head. The black ink of his tattoos creating the illusion of a flickering flame as they contrasted the light of the torches. His patience seemed endless, for he offered no reaction to the otherwise heated words spat by the Night King. The King of Espada. The pretender of the...

The Hobgoblin's armour was laid with silver and gold, with several emeralds hinting to his noble status. The crimson of his skin contrasting the blue linen and fabrics decorated by jewelry of gold. His hair grim, and his hand resting on the heavy rubies that weighted his sheathed scimitar's...

The waves crashed upon the bulwarks of Morana Cruz, crimson by the blood spilled. Broken half-burned pieces of hull and tattered sails all fell washed off, for the less orderly hobgoblin scavengers and camp followers to try their luck in their finds. Stray cannonfire blasted upon the beach, with...

Haderdein observed as his corsairs pushed their attack against the Espadan navy. The Xebec, contrasting the bulky and heavy Sparnish warship, were small and rather fast ships, made from eons of pirate tradition of the Southern shores of the Erovan Sea. As the sleek crafts pierced through the...

Squeling shrapnel flew over the decks, casting crew and ropes alike to the sea, while blinding flashes quake the decks, tossing the heavy guns of the xebecs overboard. The Espadan navy speared through and spared no moment to allow the Alurmanat ships to prepare for the coming battle. Charred...