Fractures in a Dying World
The Recent Past
The Recent Past of the Wastelands.
War of The Blood Rose: 75 years BCS (Before Campaign Start)
“…the meal was Crodlu when they attacked. Hundreds of them, maybe even thousands. I lost count as they swarmed the fortress. They came with axes and daggers; blades and bows; spears and billhooks. All were clad in crude armor of chain, leather, and some plate. Sorcerers were mixed with their ranks and they set fire to the very stone of Tjagon Tor, The Dragon Maw. The stone melted as the charged. We were not ready. At best our superiors were halfway armored, and at worst I saw at least one soldier in nothing but his briefs defending himself with a broken spear shaft. We did not last the night. I thought I had caught the glimpse of their leader; a silhouetted figure that stood atop the burning walls. He had a sword made of a softly glowing metal. I think it was Renicium, the sun metal. I heard them shout, “For the herald!” before a spear was thrust into my gut. I awoke some days later covered in blood. I was commended by my SO for bravery. I asked him what it was for. He said for surviving. I believe that. At the worst count we lost nine in ten soldiers, at best five in ten. Either way; the army was decimated and driven out. They hit hard and fast; almost like lightning. Our Dragon Riders flew over the battle covering the soldiers’ escape, and they said the fortress seemed to house a rose of pure blood. Now it is three months later and the now dubbed “Blood Rose Rebellion” has made it to the inner cities of the Wasteland. I am Dragonic, I do not pray to the gods. They left us, but we never worshipped them. But now… I find myself wishing they were here as I stand in the barracks of Ferdan. Someone to watch over us beside the harsh eyes of the Dragon Rulers. Even an emissary of The Five is here. Five protect us, the rebels are almost here.”
~ From the journal of Sergeant (Now General) Landiz Migevjog of the Third Legion.
The War of The Blood Rose lasted three months but those were three months where mountains bled. What would become known as the Blood Rose Rebels came from the far west beyond the great canyons. Beyond the outlying villages and waystations of the Wasteland, and even beyond the once proud fortress of Tjagon Tor, The Dragon’s Maw. The Rebels were formed by a Dwarf man named Kardarak. He was said to have been a mighty warrior and a brilliant strategist, even at one point captured and employed by the Dragonic military in his younger years. The Rebels formed as only a small outlying hideout of one hundred people or less. These included anyone from any race other than Dragonic. Soon that number multiplied until it was in the tens of thousands. No one knows how they amassed so many forces, but the fact remains that they did and made rivers run with blood and killed hundreds of thousands of Dragonics.
They first appeared at Tjagon Tor as is stated in Landiz’s journal. They did not use their full numbers in the assault, but some records state that the fortress was undermanned at the time. These sources are however not to be trusted, due to the fact that they were heavily edited by the Empire. Nevertheless, the soldiers at Tjagon Tor were taken entirely off guard by one simply fact: the rebels had magic. The melting of the stone walls is not an exaggeration by any stretch of the imagination. Sorcerers were mixed with the charging rebels. Entire divisions of soldiers were supposedly slaughtered by powerful magic.
The rebels destroyed the fortress and more than decimated the battalion stationed there. What soldiers survived were dragged from the burning wreckage of the fortress were transported to the inner kingdom only to watch as the Rebels made their way through the outer Wastelands. Slowly they made their way further until they were on the inner-Wasteland’s door. The Dragon Empire placed almost every soldier in their disposal at Ferdan; the next city on the rebels’ path. Three months into the rebellion the armies met and bled each other dry. The only reason the Dragon Empire won the day was because of their dragons. This was the greatest triumph and defeat in the Empire’s history: an almost total defeat. Kardarak’s head was placed on a spike in the center of Hazlandija a week later for three months.