My name is Beradus. I am the leader of the Gleinmoor Dominion. It was created on the very first day of launch and we have been active on and off since then. The point of these posts is not to recruit or to gain fame, but to share with you our mythology. In it, you will learn of our creation, and the path that took the Petty Kingdom of Alexia's Dominion towards their eventual home in Gleinmoor. Please enjoy the read.
Pictured is Beradus, First of His Name, 75th King of what is now the Gleinmoor Dominion
Chapter 1: The First Legion (Oathbinders)
"In her hour of twilight, with her Sun setting, on that day, the Dominion was born." - Dominion Chronicler
The rise of the Dominion was swift, equaled only by the swiftness in which it was nearly brought to its knees. In the Old World there were tribes, duchies, kingdoms, and the beginnings of what would eventually be called Empire. On the southern coast, in the midst of rock and wind-swept stone, born out of sweat, blood, and molded from the very earth on which they sat, a power was blooming. Alexia the Young, first of her name, united various tribes, built cities that grew and spanned the coast, and conquered those too stubborn to see this new power for what it was: a dominion.
As Alexia's political reach expanded, so too did her military might. Now she formed a professional army, one thousand soldiers strong, whose purpose was to guard the fledgling dominion from its foes no matter the distance or time required. She allied with nearby city-states, whose growing naval prowess was only matched by their love of free flowing gold and commerce. She used her newfound wealth to contact and hire The Roaving Princes, a band of mercenaries over two thousand men strong and of Bastarnaeian stock.
As her ambitions grew, so did her enemies. A rival appeared to the north, and she was destined to conquer them as she had so many before. Marshaling her conscripts and mercenaries, she set forth. Her professional army would join within the week. Four thousand men strong, she marched across the land with reckless abandon, sparing only those who surrendered or were unable to fight. Nearing the capital, the rival met her in the field, mustering an army of seven thousand men to sally forth and crush those who dared to burn his land.
Alexia wasn't an imbecile. She moved swiftly and called her allies to the battle. If only they could sack the undefended capital behind them, or even march on their flanks, she would stand a chance. It wasn't to be. The battle was short and swift, as her brave line of men buckled under the weight of the men sent to crush her center line, as light cavalry charged in from the flanks, surrounding them. To the last man, her army fought. To the last man, they were slaughtered. Messengers overseeing the battle raced to send the message to the army's Colonel, Isauros I. Proclaiming himself king, he retreated his army to secure his claim, which he managed effortlessly.
Mourning the loss of his beloved leader, Isauros sought vengeance against the allies who had abandoned them in their time of need. First, he tripled the size of his army, to three thousand men it would always be. Second, he pulled every reserve that he had that could safely be pulled. Third, he built a navy. One by one, he crushed his former allies until at last, twenty years later, he alone stood victorious over all of those who had betrayed his former Queen.
A great triumph was held in the capital city where the streets were lined with dancers and singers, and the mood was festive and celebratory. The Dominion had come into its own, and so had Isauros. Standing atop the dais in front of his men and the masses, he proclaimed:
"The soldiers before you today have brought justice to our kingdom. From this day forth, if ever there is a person who makes to us an oath, the First Legion will always be there to make sure that their oath is binding."
The First Legion, the Oathbinders, was born.
End Chapter 1