Kelian-Bherian War
Military: War
Kelian tribesman lay raid to their fellow tribe of Lantel, siphoning supplies and resources meant for their people. Bheria, recently allied with Lantel and the provider of the trading, declared war against the Kelians in which neither side escapes unscathed.
When the Tribes Broke
Lantel, the southern tribe, chose Bherian hands over Kelian kin. Their chieftain, Eamon, saw opportunity in King Victor Nightland’s offer of trade—food for metals, a steady supply in exchange for safety. For Lantel, it meant stability; for the other tribes—Aalona, Iday, Brandy, and Yerling—it meant betrayal. With nothing left to lose, the four tribes turned against those who had once been their own, raiding the trade routes that brought sustenance to Lantel’s hearth. Blood spilled on the frozen ground, and what started as skirmishes between hungry men grew into a full-blown conflict.
The North Turns Inward
Lantel responded swiftly. Iday, closest to them, bore the brunt. Their warriors were pushed further north, stumbling into Aalona's domain. But the Aalona, ever suspicious, saw no kinship in these displaced warriors. Spears met shields; the north turned in on itself. From the chaos rose a call—rally. The tribes, scattered and bloodied, came together. Four banners flew against one. For the first time in generations, the northern tribes stood as one against a common enemy.
The Bherians Step In
Bheria could not stand aside. Their ally, Lantel, faced annihilation without support. Under King Victor Nightland’s command, the Bherian forces mobilized. War was declared, and the armies moved north. Their paths converged at Desacre, a quiet farming village turned to battleground overnight. Lines were drawn in the cold soil. Warriors clashed; shields shattered under relentless blows, and the land drank deeply of blood. The fighting stretched on, both sides entrenched, neither yielding.
The Winter's Breath
The last days of the year brought a momentary lull. Both sides pulled back, licking their wounds, breathing winter’s breath. But peace did not follow the dawn of the new year. With an unexpected fury, the Kelian tribes struck hard and fast. The Bherians staggered under the assault, their lines broken by the sudden onslaught. Victory’s taste on their tongues, the Kelians made their next move.
A Two-Pronged Strike
Splitting their forces, the Kelians pressed westward into the highlands and pushed northeast against Bherian lines. Highgate fell first, a raid with precision. Kelian warriors moved through, looting, pillaging, and burning. From there, they crossed into Riverrun and Aqiside, securing the river passes, vital veins that divided the lands. Meanwhile, the main Kelian host stormed the northeastern border where Bherians had regrouped, keeping them on their heels.
The Fall of Highgate and the March on Choilli
As Highgate burned and Riverrun fell, the main Kelian force regrouped at Riverrun, preparing for the next blow. They moved swiftly, pressing to Choilli—the last line. The Bherians, under Victor Nightland himself, braced for the final assault. The Kelian forces stormed the town, a violent push that shook the very walls. Nightland fought with a fury, but so did the enemy commander, Dona Aalona. When the dust settled, both leaders were captured. The battlefield went silent.
A Hostage for a Hostage
With both sides’ leaders held captive, the fighting halted. Debates roared in the Kelian ranks over the worth of their commander. The tension hung thick; in a rare moment of reason, an agreement was reached. Hostages exchanged, and swords lowered. Lantel lost land, but gained time. The other tribes, with no stomach for further war, took the peace, however fragile.
Scars in the Cold
The war left its scars. Lantel, smaller now, remained under Bherian protection. The other four tribes withdrew, not defeated, but weary. A stalemate that spoke volumes—of hunger, of survival, of the cold truths of the north. Bheria learned the taste of northern frost, and the Kelians, the weight of southern steel.