DEATH DECK

Tame the fortune.
Withstand your foes.
Assemble four equal ranks.
Become master of death.

BLOOD

The distant lands have spilled the blood of a highborn. Marking the beginning of uncertainty and the spreading of rumors and fear all across the distant kingdoms.

DEED

With the message of sudden death of a highborn spreading ever so freely across the kingdoms of far and near questions begin to arise of whom have committed such a deed. Questions of honor and loyalty begin to unravel the order centuries old.

FEAR

Fear and doubt spreads like wildfire across the distant lands. Consuming everything in its path as kingdoms and the noble houses venture into unknown. Direction uncertain, fate of centuries long order hanging by a thread. Getting ever so thinner, every passing day.

JUSTICE

Conflict with the ruling houses is not desired for the lower houses. However, it is becoming ever so true that the rulers of the distant kingdoms are preparing for what seems to be a revenge driven campaign. Desire to avenge one of their own under the disguise of justice and honor, even when none can be found.

PLEA

Attempt for a peaceful resolution, dialog and mindfulness in a form of a messenger approaching the battlefield where both sides are now facing one another. Last attempt for the display of honor and loyalty. Its futile as high houses blindly dismiss the plea for peace and prepare for war.

DECLARATION

The war is declared, and the battle soon be put in motion as the sole resolution of such a deed is said to be blood for blood. That is its justice that is its will. The high houses want blood to be spilled, no one can stop such will from coming to be.

SLAUGHTER

And so, it begins. Men charging each other at the sound of the horn. Blades and blood, blood and blades it's a dance of life and death. Death more than anything else consumes the battlefield just as the blood of the fallen begin to paint leafs of green bellow.

WARY

The screams and cries become ever so silent. The ground now different, don't look the same. The men left standing don't look the same. It's a moment of quiet, and yet it all was so loud just a few moments ago. The high houses are the ones left standing. Yet the noble ones grow ever so wary of each other, why does mistrust linger if justice was served?

TREACHERY

Not much time passes by as men of the noble houses begin to look on to each other and down to their blades. Thinking that the other will betray at any moment. The blades are lifted and the blood begins to spill once more. Is this how honor and justice look like? Fear has poisoned the minds of men and destruction follows them all.

DEATH

At the end of the battle the only true victor was death. No man is left standing and those who remain no longer resemble that of men. It is as if death has taken their very souls. The eyes reflect no life in them. There is no fear, no glory or pride to show for. What's left is blood and blood alone until it all becomes dirt once more.