[i]A Reflection on the Reclamation of the Greenfall[/i]
[b]Lord Governor Seretenes Phikrates Eriokles of the Greenfall (-6 - 59)[/b]
[quote=Court Philosopher Keliares, 27]
From fall of Amadel the Greeneye (was) the Greenfall gifted unto Eriokles, now Governor-Lord at behest of his Brother Aedrius. As Aedrian hosts marched forth, conquest reaped, the House Eriokles turned to this land well-named. Under green shade did many fall from Aedrius and Greeneye, claimed by sarissa and bow and disease. The followers came from the bosom of the Empire to Eriokles in (search of) wealth and life among the trees.

"Follow," was his commandment, "and shape the virgin nature to the hands of men." Thousands bowed to his mind and mettle. Mighty was his army of dreams and power assembled in the groves and bays of Greenfall. Eriokles called to the soul of man and forth brought spirited work. Gladly did he accept the succor offered, for in his wisdom did he see the way the world's way.

It is the form of man to seek to break and tame the wild earth that untouched lies in corners of the world; in such form did rise man to conquer the world that had (been) abandoned by fae and their ilk. Curses ancient and dark lingered to halt the march of man, but gods above and strength within conquered all such that was set against us. Easier is our work and for Greeneye is thanks given in such respects. The land once harmful has spent its strength, and now awaits only our further embrace.

Quickly did Eriokles' host advance and admire. Wonders of nature unseen by man or beast were found and enshrined, prayers sent to the divines who sheltered our development. The homes of old Greeneye found in our breasts a love and adoption, yet Eriokles was unsatisfied. Visions within his head danced of road clad green, wonders of the Empire forevermore. Infectious was his hope, and strong the rain of axes and picks. Connections grew amongst those here and across the sea, a body anew to enrich the Greenfall. Such wonders were wrought in his court that the architects and builders of old would have bowed in reverence. A land, once barren of (human) touch and rampant in natural greed is new and greatest of feats. The roads and walls bring green gold, and ever greater is the foundations of man.
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[quote=Court Philosopher Keliares, 28]
A friend we thought was Thanesrow, a loyal and helpful servant. Alas, the Greenland is but host to traitors, to ones who do not blood nor faith nor spirit of man. This court once lively is now hushed, a darkness cast on Eriokles' soul and all he wish that all were well. Condemned us did Thanesrow with the blackest of poxes, fearful with envy of our Lord's success. Long did I warn, those that walked along with I. People so removed from man, praying to nature as if gods. Only chaos do they seek, destruction and reversion to times of woe.

Anger fills now ravaged hearts, and new strength binds us to our Lord Eriokles. The learned flock to fix the wrongs that taught those who lived under Greeneye, following roads by our hands built, blood spilt to clear the way. Torches now burn brighter as those holy among bless our faith, aiding us to tame the wilds and purify of pagan ills.

Rumors stir of vengeance as many march to Treewall, bringing civilization forth. Our forts, once protecting, now turn eyes to the north and Meadland, wishing to savage those who have wronged our spirits. In this hour does the holiness of him show on our black hearts, bidding us to stay our hand. Hope is what he entreats us to embrace, and so the heart (of order) we build. 
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