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Generals of the Kridel-Caada War

Generals of the Kridel-Caada War

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from the years 543 AFN -548 AFN a war between the two kingdoms, Caada and Kridel, was fought. The reward? A bunch of barren islands, but the war was really for glory, money, and power. While nobles played the game of politics the warriors played a brutal game of blood. And between these two games were the knights, the generals of the war. While we don't have every story from the war I have found, what I think are the best, stories of every general of the brutal war. This is a small collection of those stories that I have written from other books and oral interviews from soldiers on both sides. Cover by kadauhara99
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The witches of Moraveth are nothing but ghosts-hunted, slaughtered, and forgotten. The Kingdom of Ravaryn thrives on our suffering, bleeding us dry to fuel their power. I was sent to stop them. Disguised as a noblewoman, I slip into the royal court with a single purpose: get close to the king, dismantle his empire from within, and make them all pay in blood. I have spent years sharpening my hatred into a weapon, and I will not fail. But then there's him. General Tristan Vale. The King's Butcher. The man who led the charge against my people, who burned my homeland and stained his hands with the blood of my kind. He is ruthless. Unyielding. A legend built on the bones of witches. And now he is my greatest obstacle. He watches me too closely, shadows my every step, as if he knows I don't belong. He is meant to be my enemy-my executioner, if he ever discovers the truth. But the longer I stand in his fire, the more I begin to see the cracks beneath his armor. The war-haunted man beneath the legend. And the way his touch-his forbidden, maddening touch-sets something inside me aflame. I came here to destroy the kingdom. So why does its deadliest weapon make me want to burn?

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