On the crest of a ridge, gaze taking in the flame wreathed city, plumes of smoke obscuring an otherwise clear day, a tall woman stands upright. Beside her, a stout dwarf speaks, his voice like gravel, "Navina, the opposition has offered its surrender." The woman, without moving gives her reply, "Then it is done, and so begins my empire. May the Four give us the guidance to make it prosper."While there has never been a day of peace for the empire, the results cannot be argued. The Navinellion army has fanned out from Palin conquering swaths of land and towns. Those of the empire prosper, and conquered settlements quickly warm to the idea when the sting of defeat leaves their hearts and the sorrow of lost loved ones becomes bearable. It has not always been a prosperous time however, in the early days of conquest, rebellions and riots threatened to destroy the fledgling empire. Since those early days conquests have slowed, opting to gain full control over existing people first.
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