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Attend, young ones, and learn the history of your family.
It is said that because the Dark Emperor Fermas was already long dead, he was in no hurry in his conquests. The Dark Emperor had fought long and difficult campaigns against the Dwarves and the Pershamon... almost a hundred years, it is said went before the Dwarves yielded, and the Pershamon to this day have made a wall of horses and arrows and their dead holding him at bay. The Kingdom of Old Anadastros had been slowly under attack for fifty years, losing land inexorably bit by bit, as noble after noble broke faith with our King and the Gods, and went over to serve that foul demon. But the final deathblow against Old Anadastros came in the days of your grandfather, Earl Eomond. It was this attack that brought our people low and brought us to our present state. It was about the two-hundredth year of Emperor Fermas' reign when it happened.
Our good land of the Earldom of Ostering was lost, forty years ago, when your father Lord Cantwell was but in his early teens. He was only was a boy of thirteen but rode with his father to the Battle of Oster Bridge as all young men should. He did brave service, as he does to this day. There he witnessed the great tragedy as his father's forces were crushed by Vorokhoi's army of traitors and sellswords. We might have won the day, were the other side not strengthened by a number of powerful undead and the hobgoblins of the Burning Hand Legion. The unhallowed dead cannot fear, for they are not mortal. The Hobs do not know fear... how can you defeat such a foe? This accursed army was led by Baron Doran de Rais, an Anadastran noble who had sold his allegiance to Emperor Fermas early on, and was rewarded for it... or cursed, depending on your perspective on such dark matters. It is said that even now Baron Doran remains in the service of his unholy liege lord, somewhat less human than he was in your grandfather's day but no less lively.
After the defeat and the massacres of our peasants and soldiers which inevitably follow, your grandfather Eomond and our family were forced to flee into the mountains and seek shelter from the pursuing Vorokhoi army. Those Anadastrans fortunate enough to escape into Nyremi were taken in by the good King Hesketos I the Wise. Earl Eomond was accepted as a vassal, and given the manor and hall now called Ostering House. King Hesketos I and the rulers of Great Alastin were able to negotiate a truce with emissaries of Emperor Fermas, and the lines have held for the most part. And thus has it been for the last two generations, Earl Eomond Caratillus, Lord Cantwell Caratillus, and now you. The Dark Empire continues to press forward at the edges, in the shadows, anywhere it can. With the help of our allies and trust in the Gods, someday we will take back our lands and avenge our people. Perhaps you, perhaps your children. One day, one day.
May the blazing light of Aurentuli ever light your path and warm your hearts.
-Brother Breccalt, Family Priest to the House of Caratillus and the Earl of Ostering
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