Temir Karacid was sitting on his throne in the palace at Civola. The city was ablaze with the recent statement of the Phoenix Throne to embargo the Taurician Islands. While Tauricia's main food source comes from the neighboring waters, whatever they cant catch they got to make up with imports of grain and inland meat. The embargo also meant that supplies of wood and iron used to create boats and refurbish ships would be cut. This was a crime against Tauricia itself, but the biggest crime came from the rumours that Taurician merchants were being captured in mainland ports and being put on trial for treason against the kingdom. This was clearly an act of aggression against the Southern Isles.

"I found no traces of your nephews Warchief." said Hzell Karacid after returning from his voyage. "We looked up and down the coast, but either we found no trace, or the Royal fleet blocked our path."

"I see. Do not bother to keep searching, they are in the Conrad lands now. I guess they can help secure an Ally for now, even if it is against me." said the upset Warchief.

"It seems Skyhaven has taken a route to stop all rebellion against them, including blockading trade with us. They are imprisoning Taurician Merchants, and are threatening to starve our people. What should we do?"

Temir thought long and hard about this statement. His brother tried to reason with Skyhaven, and he died for that cause. Temir was not to anger the independent spirit of his people. He was willing to bet on all the souls in the depths that his actions would either result in victory, or utter annihilation. At last, the warchief spoke.

"Call the banners, we march to war...."