Dictator Lipeche II sat in his tent, studying the map laid in front of him while smoking some dirge. It was the first shipment from the explorers sent to the new world. Maybe not all in the new lands were as cursed and as vile as the alliance men initially thought. Of course not many of the alliance-borns traveled beyond their mountain homes. The new rush for traders of the sea however is changing the old ways however. But Lipeche II knew the faith of this new would-by merchants of the high waters. Most of them never had any experience at sea. Only a few of those fools would made it to the knew world to find any goods to buy and even less would make it back to sell the new found spices. 

"Stick to the old ways...." Lipeche II's father told him once. "They are proven and true. Gambling away your chances on the new has never favored anybody but fools." 

Lipeche II's thoughts were far from the seas however. His fullest attention was reserved for one of the alliance's neighbors and not the one it was currently at war with. His eyes were fixed on Dont and his thoughts were filled solely with plots on how he would dispose the current president and attain his revenge. The humiliation in Dont by him, his men and their loyalist allies fueled an inferno in his heart, a fire that would only be extinguished with the blood of the supreme commander's enemies. 

Just then, a man came running into his tent carrying what seemed to be a letter. He was paced and out of breathe when he arrived and stopped in front of the dictator but he still bowed and handed the commander the message he was carrying. Lipeche II thanked him for his actions and sent him off. Lipeche II noticed that the letter was sealed with the seal of the house of the Handerssons. A message from the battalion. Lipeche II hurriedly opened the letter to see what manner of news his men brought from the front lines. 

The messages reads;
"
To Supreme Commander Lipeche II, Lord of the Alliance's Defense

Herr Oberbefehlshaber, current events are going according to plan. We have made a small fortune for ourselves while pillaging and raiding and we have gained the enemy's attention. We have stayed true to your strategy. Every town we encounter, we would surprise the nobles loot their homes and take their riches. Then we would let one escape to warn the next the while leaving their families to the mercy of their towns-kin. On one occasion, we have even had the support of the towns folk as they rose up against the ruling nobles and celebrated our march into their town. 

However we soon learned that an army numbering within 50,000 to 60,000 men are marching for us. He had to abandon the town. We soon learned from our scouts the the town was raised to the ground and none were left alive. 

We are now marching with haste and should return very soon, perhaps before the last week of summer. We hope that all goes as planned. Good luck on behalf on your part Herr Kommandant." 

The signature of Field Commander Handersson was at the bottom of the page. 

The dictator quickly threw the letter asside and summoned his two most trusted commanders. The enemy outnumbered them more than they expected but they had the advantage of surprise. The plan was still in motion and soon Terherideon would fall to the might of the four united.