The Kabal Mine Conflict

The Kabal mine, situated northeast of Arlessa was an important resource point for Arlessa and Versano. Due to its proximity to Versano, Camdoria wanted desperately to disrupt it and use it to fund their efforts on shirking off the Tarvalan Empire. The following accounts were taken from Gregor Kalevala's scribe, who wrote on behalf of the prince of Camdoria.

## The Battle

"Shields! advance forward!" A voice cried out as some of the men in the ragtag force moved forward to intercept the Imperial vanguard. Gregor Kalevala looked on, noticing that the Camdorian militia were far to disorganized to keep hold of the position. "May Asha the Merciful take pity on us after today’s sorrow" he said in a quiet prayer as archers on the Imperial side picked off the stragglers and begun to pepper the shield wall. The Camdorian rabble pushed forward, but then immediately lost ground as the Imperial soldiers began to cut down those who lead the formation. getting slaughtered left and right. "Fall back to the mine!" Another voice yelled.

As some of the Royalists scurried back to the safety of numbers, the road firmly in Imperialist grip. The rest seemed to flee the area, Gregor half hoping they were off to get reinforcements but knew deep down that they had routed and were not coming back, with help or otherwise. The men left formed up around the mouth of the cave, shields facing out, and the few archers Camdoria had were nocking their arrows and waiting for the impending charge. Inside the mine were boxes and crates of Feyrock, an important mineral substance used in High Magic and a resource they would be able to sell and fund the army for years to come, perhaps even encourage more mages to appear on their side, as Camdoria was currently lacking.

"We must hold the line!" the voice from before cried out. Gregor looked, seeing a man dressed in red and a gigantic hat with a large white feather protecting his head. The Imperials started to march forward slowly, full of confidence. Gregor started up the battle prayer his family had practiced for centuries.

“By the power of Markoth the Wise, we shall persevere and hold the line! By the valour of Bran the Bold, Fury will be my weapon in this fight! With the wisdom of Vance the Learned, we will be shown the path to victory and with the grace of Asha the Merciful, we shall find ourselves protected from all harm!" Gregor paused, before shouting out "FOR THE COURT OF FOUR!", "THE COURT OF FOUR" was shouted out amongst the Camdorians, just as the Imperials cried "For Tarvala!" and crashed into the lines. The chaos of battle ensued, the Imperials paying dearly for each step they took, men falling in silent agony as they clutched at their wounds, slowly pushing the Camdorians back. The man in red with the fancy hat fell with a sword in his chest, Gregor had been striking left and right, seemingly unable to kill anyone, exhaustion taking its toll before he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, forcing him down on all fours he looked and noticed scrapes and cuts all over his tired body, and an arrow lodged itself deep inside his thigh. He saw the approaching shadow of an Imperial soldier, large hammer in hand, ready to bring it down on Gregor's head.

Feeling weary and his eyesight slowly fading Gregor hushed a few words "May Asha the Merciful protect me from harm..” He looked down at his sword as the world turned black and the battle fell silent.

Camdoria lost the conflict, the mine falling solidly into Imperial hands, the battle proved costly to Camdoria, however, as a sign of good faith, Tarvala ordered the immediate return of all injured - including Prince Gregor, to Camdoria.