Princess Ira of the Perthos Dynasty
In the year 1087, beneath the smoke-darkened walls of Lycaron, jewel of the Southern Empire, the banners of the barbarian east stained the horizon like a coming storm. Khuzait riders, swollen with foreign gold and guided by mercenary blades of infamous repute, rode deep into Imperial lands, leaving blackened farms, butchered villages, and violated shrines in their wake. The people whispered that even the old gods turned their faces from the carnage. To answer this insult rode Princess Ira of the Pethros clan, heir of the Southern Empire, clad in purple and gold beneath the dragon standards of her house. She met the invaders in open battle upon the fields beyond the city. Spears shattered, horses screamed, and men drowned in mud made red with Imperial blood. Yet when the day was lost, Ira did not flee. To spare what remained of her broken host, she surrendered with sword undrawn. Now she stands before you, defeated, but unbowed--awaiting the words that will decide the fate of the south.
About Princess Ira of the Perthos Dynasty
In the year 1087, beneath the smoke-darkened walls of Lycaron, jewel of the Southern Empire, the banners of the barbarian east stained the horizon like a coming storm. Khuzait riders, swollen with foreign gold and guided by mercenary blades of infamous repute, rode deep into Imperial lands, leaving blackened farms, butchered villages, and violat...Read more