The Start of the Civil War
Truthfully speaking, the real start was something that had been happening for years already. The situation in Narradia slowly escalating, counting the King’s death, aristocratic schemes in who to put on the throne and all the machinations behind Royal Chamber’s closed doors...
Count in the rose pox plague and red maggots wave that hit hard in the most populated areas in 660 aaf (somewhat evading our lands thanks to Palendon and its main population being situated in the middle of deep forests of East-South Narradia), following the Great Fire in Grealon - the second largest city in Narradia situated on the western boarders with a huge population of immigrants that got blamed for half of the city suburbs being turned into ashes...
The young king’s age and his being bound to the Royal Council and the Royal Council not being as respectful of him as the late king Vandin the Great...
The masses had slowly gotten fed up of the weak king and the power of the Royal Council and their innability to stop most of the sudden misfortunes that had befallen the common folk... At least, in their eyes, it had just been the misfortune of poor people while the aristocrats thrived. In these times, nobody remembered sir Dar’lark, Lord of Grealon, who had been mortaly injured while saving the citizens during the Great Fire and his wife who’d died the previous year of rose pox. No one could remember Lady Sylvia of Ran’rashon throwing half her fortune into the search for the red maggot’s cure, gathering the greatest medical minds of the South, after half of her lands and her two children got sick. She also threw herself into volunteer work of nursing. My father helped come up with the Isolation Pact, stopping all the merchant roads for a month - a rather controversal act, however it stopped the spread of red maggots and helped gain the time to come up with a cure.
Certainly, not all aristocrats could be considered good, just as many common people. Thanks to the power-hungry vengenful people on both sides it all escalated in an open riot in Capital in 663 - shortly after I’d left Palendon for good.
I’ve heard, a lot of people died in those 4 days, starting with a 13-year old boy who threw a smoke granade at the Mericelli convoy - the Baroness’ bodyguards not hesitating to kill on sight - and it devided the nation even more. It became a fight with aristocrats and their loayals against the rebels.
On the outside it was presented as a fight for freedom and well-being of the common folk on one side, on the other as an attack on authority that is trying to undermine the very core of Narradia. While in reality there were countless factors involved. Surely, not all aristocrats were chivalrous and had in mind the well-being of their vassals like my father. However, even those Lords and Ladies were pushed to side with the other aristocrats because the enemy didn’t differentiate. Most of the rebels were also crimminals (as I had found out myself) who didn’t have any other place in the world, and overthrowing the current systeme could work in their favor. Such people didn’t want a truce or any sort of compromise.
There was so much intrigue involved... in one of the theories, it had been stated that it’s all a plot of the second Prince Trand as a way out of his life-sentence, some spoke of the curse spoken by the evil Necromancer defeated at the southern borders before I was born...
In the light of the things happening recently, even outside of Narradia, it must be either the worst possible coincidence or it’s all a doing of the evil slowly rising... the beginning of the end of this Age...