Anroth: The War For The Gods

Prologue

- Thoron -

"Now announcing the exalted High King of Marthor, Defender of the Humans, King Farmore of Clan Swordcrafter."

Applause and cheers resounded throughout the illustrious throne room. From his seat at the side of his liege, Thoron was bursting with pride at the sight of Farmore finally sitting upon the silver Throne, finally cementing his place as High King. It had been a long, arduous campaign fraught with difficulties, but now, with his great friend and ally upon the throne, all of Marthor would prosper.

The young King cleared his throat, raising his hand to halt the vivacious applause from his new subjects. As the clamor finally died down, the newly crowned High King of Marthor began his speech, his breath leaving a mist in the ever cold air.

"As your High King, I make these promises to each and every one of my people: I will lead our prosperous race to even further heights, expanding our reach ever further beyond our cold shores, to show the entire world of Anroth, from the Autaran to the Aetar, that Myopolis is the one and true God of the Humans!" The regally dressed young man paused to allow his subjects to applaud, yet Thoron found himself shocked into silence.

One and true God...? Farmore had never spoken of foolish concepts such as these before! Thoron found his pride being replaced with a newfound anxiety, a great unease forming upon his sight of the bold grin upon Farmore's face. He knew Farmore's words be untrue. Ever since childhood, he had been told of The Gods, of how they governed all the people of Anroth, from the hardy, strong-willed humans to the pious and arcane Aetar. Farmore knew these things as well, and yet here he sat, proclaiming such foolhardy rhetoric before hundreds of his soldiers and knights. Thoron looked out again amongst the crowd, the undeniable anxiety within him slowly growing.

Why do none of them seem to think otherwise?

The applause and cheers yet again died down, and the confident king resumed his speech.

"To prove this will be no easy feat, however. The Aetar, as friendly and amiable as they may appear, are in truth working to deceive us all, to deny us and our creator, Myopolis. As the God of Warfare, he decrees us prove his superiority through combat, and so combat it shall be. The Humans of Marthor hereby declare war upon the conniving, deceitful Aetar of Erenfall, to halt their lies once and for all!" More applause broke out.

"The invasion of Thorheight begins on the morrow, and with it, begins our destiny as the greatest and strongest people in all of Anroth! We shall scour the lands of their vile taint, raze their cities to the ground and purge the wretched fiends and their corruption!"

Thoron could only gaze in horror as the people erupted into ever greater cheers. Farmore stood up, his long cape billowing behind him as he walked down the hall, Thoron following anxiously behind him as Royal Advisor. The Knights of Myopolis drew their swords, raising them above the King's head as he made his exit. As Farmore made to leave the throne room to his quarters, he turned toward Thoron with a grin upon his face.

"And as for you... Thoron?"

Thoron blinked once, before quickly responding,

"Yes, my liege?"

"Ready the ships."