2808 - Five years before the Blind Death

Uroni rode through the forest with his men in tow, admiring the landscape. He could have sworn the trees here were more lush than the ones in northern Mieca. Maybe it had to do with the Noutazu nurturing them into tall and proud creatures. In the five years that had passed since he started the campaign, he had not ceased to be amazed by that river that rivalled the Gattainniu. Uroni found himself thinking about all the things that led to that instant, and marvelled at the Daicia.

First the Asoritans had come, bronze-clad and intent on subduing the proud people of the steppe. Yet Father had succeeded in destroying their entire army and bring numerous weapons and slaves as prize back to Miegonnatsu. However, he knew that victory would only lead to more battles, for he had wounded a proud people, and proud people were nothing if vengeful. So he, the Naputi of Miegonnatsu, set out to unite the Miecans like the Unati of old. He proclaimed that those who did not fall in line would fall into oblivion. Most were swayed to his side by his numbers and the stories of his deeds, that had travelled around the steppe as fast as the wind. Some refused to follow him, though, and were brought into the fold through force of arms.

It would be three more years before the Sun Bitch’s servants came again. By that time, Uroni was old enough to ride with Father and give hell to the southerners. Their leader was a weasely cunt, who would only advance slowly after securing his position as best he could. In due time, he managed to reach the city that Uroni’s birth, the proud Miegonnatsu, and lay waste to it. But the Miecans also managed get back at him before he could retreat to the safety of Naundei.

And so they came again. This time they were wary and did not put up much a fight. In a few months they were already fleeing home, their leader murdered by his own men. So much for such a great empire. Sometimes he wished little Angi could have joined them at that time.

After the Asoritans vanished, Father spent the remainder of his rule holding the tribes together and being hailed as the heroes of old. This worked well for him, but by the time he died Uroni needed to prove his worth if he was to ensure that the Miecans would follow him. After all, they were a people who followed strength.

This led him to follow the example set by Asor and conduct raids on the neighbouring northern steppes people and the Nwotez. This soon turned into an effective war of conquest, in which local elites were killed and the people were brought under the protection and lead of loyal Miecans, many of them bound to Uroni by blood.

But Uroni’s rule was to be short lived, since five years into the campaign he got the cramps.