DruidPeter

The grinding stalemate of the 2nd great war came to a gushing breakthrough, thanks to the treachery of one man: Voroshilov Rosutin. As he now walked eastward, through the baking cracked clay of an endless desert, he turned over and over the events of the past few days in his mind. Desperate for an answer. Some flaw in his plan. Something that he could point to and say, “Aha! This! This… justifies my actions.” The mighty naval strength of the Slavstadt had proved utterly impotent against Vadjyara, which was well protected by the mountains to the north, and the basin to the south and west. Of course, this was a double edged sword. Vadjyara had no navy. They could not attack the Slavstadt state directly, but only provide aid to the Ruhssen who bore the heavy pounding as best they could. The caravans stretched many, many leagues1into the West. But they were well protected by the rocky, jagged teeth of the north. The Dienstahg chain tore into the flesh of many Slavstadt excursions, with