The Would-Be Tyrants

A rather scathing firsthand record of the Elocinite War penned by Marshél Putallo, written before the ending of Lequaria.

### THE COULD-BE TYRANTS

***Of the rise and fall of the Sovius Unity of Elocin, from an Atzlanite perspective.***

***Penned by Marshél Putallo***

*It is difficult to say where it started. A vision born from hatred for being under the authority of another? From envy for the Pope Mira and their standing? A desire for knowledge forbidden within the theocracy? Or, were they always bandits, just biding their time? We can never know for sure, for those who would know are dead, and would not have spoken true if they still lived. The events are all we have - Facts picked from the smouldering ruins of a heinous desire.*

*The Elocinites arrived upon Lequaria within the authority of Swedia. Soon after, they departed for the very north-westmost region, an island in the Everdeep Ocean, and erected a small colony. Such a venture was unusual for Swedian culture - Radical, even, but their dedication and hard work eased the suspicions of their masters. Until they stole supplies from the Swedian reserves, and announced their secession.*

*They were now and evermore the Sovium Unity of Elocin, led by 'Dictator Brudder', whose rule was aided by their chief advisor, Smidge. The new nation quickly proved themselves adept in the arcane arts, and truly industrious on a scale beyond even the Swedians. As their wealth and power grew, so too did their interest in realms beyond our own - From lingering evidence left in their wake, it is estimated they discovered a realm of unearthy power, one that possessed artifacts granting them flight, and arcane boxes with veiled contents.*

*But for entering this realm, it would appear there was a foul consequence, as the Elocinite citizenry, whose numbers had been growing drastically, soon devolved into complete and dire madness. Although they wanted for nothing, they now wanted everything. Wielding their arcane wings, they soared throughout Lequaria under the cover of a violent thunderstorm, pillaging and looting every settlement, every outpost they encountered, leaving only that they didn't desire. Diamonds, coins, any and all weapons, priceless relics, they took all.*

*And so it was that the Swedians, their father nation, cried out to the reverie of Lequaria, and the Elocin state's rights as a nation were revoked. The Elocinites protested against this slight, taking up arms with their stolen weapons and armours. Currently in greater numbers, and having taken all from the armouries of their neighbours, the Elocinites were confident, arrogant even, in their power to repel attack, and to travel to the Swedian domain to wage war directly.*

*Perhaps they sought dominance of all Lequaria. Such certainly seemed their intent, as they stole not only weapons and armours, but essential gear, as if trying to ensure rival nations be forced to rely on them and their whims. Perhaps in a traditional engagement, they would have proven unstoppable, and could have then led a warpath across Lequaria, and claimed all under their domain. But in their arrogance, they failed to realise that there were other forms of magic. Older. More destructive. And so, the King of Enbious travelled alone to the Sovium Unity of Elocin.*

*It is said that the Elocinites laughed, jeered, and mocked. And then that their screams echoed through the veil-gates to every corner of Lequaria. Whatever ancient runic magic rests behind lock and key in the realm of Enbious, it laid waste to Elocin, and its people, the would-be conquerors of Lequaria, are now no more than another relic. Another gathering of vacant, ruined houses. Another brief chapter of history.*

*What drove the Elocinites to such deranged depths? What awoke such murderous intent within them, such greed? Were their relics truly all destroyed, or do some still remain, buried in the dust of their fallen realm? We may never know for certain.*