Edge of Extinction war story/Chapter 3

Elsewhere: Brilhado Gate Necromancer's Fortress, Eastern Deren.

The young Brilhado stood before the Fortress at the Gate with a sense of purpose and determination. His attire was typical of the younger necromancers and lacked the more elaborate face paint the older necromancers tended to use as part of their more elaborate rituals. The face paint, of course, served little functional purpose other than striking fear into the minds of those who saw it, and the young necromancer considered himself above such affectation.

“There are those who will tell you that now is the time to fall back, to rest upon our laurels; those who will state that the Order of Mysterious Necromancers’ guidance is suspect, their purpose manipulation. They are, of course, correct: the Order of Mysterious Necromancers offers us nothing in the long run but deception. They were founded on a lie, and their goals are their own advancement. In the end, the time will come for us to cast off the yoke of these would-be leaders...

“But I tell you, these individuals who cling to the tatters of diplomacy as if somehow they could will peace into existence are no better leaders for the Brilhado than those cloaked magi who hide their acts behind the image of another...

“These pacifists act not out of vision, but out of fear. The world of Lore is changing. Faced with such a change, and the uncertainty that comes along with it, these diplomats would run and hide like the Drakel of old, who, in the hope that they could hide from the Uncreator’s passing, took to the mountains for 1000 years...

“My father led the Brilhado in the wake of such a ruler. I’ve seen directly the results of such cowardly guidance... and it is the very same deposed leader whose counsel now suggests that we should turn aside from this conflict.

“Were the wishes of the Celegra family realized, the Brilhado would be reduced to an afterthought, a footnote, on the pages of history. Worse, the very creature that slew my father offers the Drakel king guidance at the hand of that same family...

“Diviara Celegra may be loyal to the Uncreator, but he is a traitor to the Brilhado, to our people, to our culture, and to our history... and his son Amilara is an apostate who would lead us in a different war entirely, a civil war from within, seeking to liberate the very creatures who owe their continued existence to our intervention but who ungratefully shove us away.

“The rightful place of our kind is as the rulers of this weak and failing world and not as afterimages barely able to hold on to their own light... no less lead their new creation and bring life and light to that darkness...

“Remember, we did not create this war, and those who say that we are equally culpable in rising to the bait of our aggressors are engaged in a subterfuge. We respond to threats on our very way of living; not responding to such aggression is the same as acquiescence to the aggressor, and I tell you that such action will never stand. It is the Paladins who brought this new calamity upon our heads, and it is the Paladin Order who must pay the levy and tariff that is due for such actions.

“There are those who are calling now for an election among our people. Who would defy the record and wishes of our late great ruler, Shroudbrood, my father, in selecting his own replacement? Who would add to this conflict a battle of succession? Have we not faced enough in this unprovoked war on our very livelihoods without adding internal drama to the conflict?

“Mark me well. Down that pathway lie the bones and ashes of our enemies. The people of Vandar ruled via acclamation, and their rulership created the very foundations that the Brilhado used to reclaim our foothold in this world.

“Ask yourself: what is being sought in such a call? Why might the Celegras and those like them wish to interfere with the orderly and proper succession of the Brilhado people?

“I say unto you, it is no wonder that Diviara Celegra would support such a course; it is no wonder because he, as a Wearer of the Mantle, used just such a tyranny of the majority to control Vandar, Neld, and ultimately Deren...”

“Celegra is no better than a hypocrite, and he will use just such an illusion of choice to guide our people not into glory, but into the faded memories of the past that he offers as a false hope of the world to come...

"We know that that which has fallen does not simply rise again, but that which has fallen can be made to rise via the very arts we have mastered for so long...

“We must stand strong. The Brilhado must respond to any threat to our sovereignty and authority with unflinching determination and single-minded perseverance. We must see through false promises and hopes and build a future based upon the glory of our past station rather than on the memories of a world long since lost to us.

“Grimveil, the rightful leader of the Brilhado people and general of her necromancers, has spoken."

Grimveil paused to assess the impact of his words upon the assembly. As cheers and adulation echoed through the meeting hall, he saw that they had had the desired effect: he had masterfully played upon the doubt and insecurity of the people and fed them with the sustenance of his father's truth. In doing so, he had signed the warrant extending his own authority. The Brilhado would stay the course; he was now certain that the election would be at the very least delayed until the aftermath of these events...