The Final Days of Stregabor

As with all the 5 nations of the world, Stregabor was no exception to the madness caused by the invaders.

On June 20th, 2022, at exactly midnight, a group of anti-imperialists snuck into the chambers of the Emperor and murdered him cold. For days, nobody would enter his chambers, for His instructions were clear: "Shall anybody make entrance to mine slumber, they shalt make no exit."

On the 3rd day, the Duke began to worry. The Emperor had not been seen for days, and the only place to check first would be his room. And as he opened the door, his eyes were cursed by the image of the dead Emperor. The once white tiles of His beautiful room were now a deep red, and his chest was housing 10 wounds. He had been murdered. And the crown, stolen.

Great panic ensued. There was no Emperor, no leader to lead the people. Luckily, there were Dukes, however for many, this did not suffice. They needed one man, at the head of them. And so, the Duke proclaimed:

> "Thy Emperor hath fallen! He is who but not breathing. Thy Emperor Pengu III hath no successor. Thy Empire ist in disarray. It is mine holy duty, as thee grandchild of thy First King's Brother, to place order upon thee kingdom. Thou art made all invited, to thee Holy Coronation of Paulus I, Primus Inter Pares on June 25th. Hark! For a familiar era returns formerly to Stregabor. Pax Inter Nos Populo. Nova Ave Primus!"
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And on the 5th day, he stood in the place where all the past men had become rulers, and crowned himself. With enough Dukes giving him support, he was the rightful ruler of this new, reformed Kingdom. WIth no crown, a new one had to be made, and as such, a new reform had come. The ruler was no longer the King, or the Emperor, but he was the Primus. The Duke called himself The Paulus I, Primus Inter Pares.
On the 6th day, the new Primus woke up to a vision of darkness along the horizon. Looking out of his tallest tower, he could see the darkness enveloping Hovengaard, Camp Ostra, and soon East Point. There were no longer Duchies standing. The last remaining one was Greater Varendor, the fortress of the Stregaborians.

> "Fear not, my people, for thou art safe within the walls of our city. With mine holy powers, gifted unto me by the First King, I declare a rebirth of our Kingdom! We are in an era of change. One where we must adapt, where we must start anew. Forget our ports, forget our military posts. Varendor is our new home. Varendor is the home of Stregabor, as it has been prescribed in ancient prophecies. Our ancestors, the vikings came to this land seeking peace and hope, and our fortress is the only one that stood the test of time. Come, my people, let me bless unto thee, the peace and protection of The Primus. Those who disobey, shalt be kill'd."
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Many feared for their life, disagreeing with the Primus as being the rightful new ruler. A new plot was formed by the remaining Dukes to oust him into the darkness. As this was being done, The Primus killed any and all who opposed him, enacting a true reign of terror among the remaining surivors.
And on the 7th day, the darkness had reached the walls, slowly climbing atop them. The remaining followers gained access to the safety of the castle, and sought refuge within. At midday, the Dukes captured the Primus, tieing him up and began transporting them. Supporters of the Primus fought to free their new leader, and many were killed. For them the final hope was lost when the Primus was thrown into the darkness. His last words were:

> "Fear not, my people. I shall return! Pax Inter Nos Populo!"
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And then he died.

And on the 8th day, a green light came upon them, believed by many to be the Primus' true form. They were blinded by it, and woke up, in a new land. Unknown to them, but strangely familiar.