Imperial Claims and Omen’s in the Sky

Early in the Month of Av of year 501 events would take an unexpected turn. War has been ripping across the lands. Peace would seem a mile away. In the Rovenmark lands though, a song of hope would stir as Warden Khyranis would prepare to stake claim as Emperor.

The night before the claim would be staked the Warden would fall asleep with uncertainty gripping the heart. The Warden would dream as he slept. In his dreams, the Warden dreams that he is bound in the ground. He dreams of being restained. The dream is more than a dream. It is a message meaning he is meant for more. Then the dream shifts as the former emperor, Dynamos Parvineum Emperious steps into view. He extends his hand and pulls the warden forth. The warden stands to his feet and lives as he was meant to live.

This is the dream of the Warden the night before staking his claim. To the Warden, this is more than a dream.

The next day upon waking the Warden would stake his claim. News would be spread rapidly. The claim would stake the following.

My Fellow Lords

We are in the empires darkest hour. The dead ravage entire cities. The Tricksters stir, with the calamity of a second god war seeming more likely with every day. Across the continent, thousands die in pointless battles as the provinces fracture apart in revolution.

I have done what I can, brokering treaties and uniting the loyal provinces into a council. But it is not enough: We need strong and efficient leadership if we have any chance of emerging from this quagmire. I have consulted with other loyalists, and I have communed with Dynamos himself: both have agreed there is only one path forward.

I hereby declare myself Emperor of North Spherodin, and command all lords to pledge their support. Loyalty will be rewarded. Treason will be punished. Previous acts may be forgiven.

For the sake of civilisation, make the right choice.

His Imperial Majesty, Khyranis Helspite Emperious

These words would be met with uncertainty. One can claim right of the Emperor but if the people honor not the crown, the crown is meaningless.

Will the Banner Lords leading the armies of the Post-Imperial Civil War bend the knee? It is yet to be seen. Word stirs from Calyrissia that the Fulcrum’s have honored the claim already with public statements.

The world waits to see what happens next. As the world waits though omens in the sky would emerge.

A day after the claim would be staked the yellow sun would turn red for an hour. As it shined red two meteors would leap forth from it’s shine and traverse the sky coliding into a distant large star. The star would burst into specs and dust far exciting what you think it should. In the center of the specs and dust a red ball of light would loom. As the sun shifts back to it’s normal yellow the red ball of light would loom and persist occupying the sky.

What this omen means is uncertain. Some say it is a declaration of divine doom. Others say it is confirmation from the gods of the validity of the claim of Warden Khyranis.