I was born 35 years ago, nearly to the day. My childhood had been spent learning the chivalrous lessons of any good Vlandian boy, and I eagerly began my quest to become a lord someday, much like the one who employed my father.

Eventually my dreams became a reality, and I earned the right to serve our King. I raised a band of knights, pikemen, and crossbowmen, as would any of my kin, and served my liege faithfully. I was even granted two towns to control, though they were of low prosperity and needed much work. For years I toiled away, attempting to make something of these battanian doghouses, and then my labors bore two great towns doubled in prosperity.

Then the western empire attacked, and I held off countless armies, alone. I lost and retook my cities, alone. Then when the burden became too much, I used all the influence I'd earned with my supposed brother in arms to request their aid, which was given, but at a price.

We retook my towns, but to my horror, the king had just accepted a new clan and was looking to butter them up. The vote came, the vote went, as did my loyalty for the cause.

I served years as a mercenary after that, seeking fortune and fame wherever it could be found, until I amassed an amazing army which was being requested by every kingdom. In my time away from politics the west reunited the empire, vlandia greatly expanded, and the Aserai conquered much of Calradia. I saw no future other than fortune, so I set my eyes on the ones who could bring it.

Battania.

They'd lost their kingdom, but still stood a great band of raiders who every kingdom was paying to keep at bay. When their king requested my service, I gave him my sword happily.

We raided, pillaged, and plundered until we grew rich. Then we grew powerful, and expanded to two castles and a town! We gave the first castle to the king, but I've kept the rest for my clan.

The wars faded, caravans and workshops provided great income, and peace seemed forever lasting. I grew bored, after my third child's birth, and started a small war with the band claiming to be the northern empire (they had no lands). At first it was great, a chance to keep my troops fresh, but everything changed when the western empire attacked.

The bells of war rung, I fought countless lords at my doorstep. An army of a thousand now stands at my doorstep, and I shall not let them in.

Whatever this day may bring let it be known I, Lacilion of the Callestire, tried to save Battania.