No Exit (event)
Character: King Myliros Isliados of Oreikalos
I remember it like it was yesterday. The world shook, pillars of fire consumed countless around me, and Aervalr shattered into a million pieces. But from that catastrophe I rose. For I could see the way the wind was blowing, I could see that Aeschraes had won the civil war, and I could see opportunity. Acting quickly in the chaos, I overthrew the inept Axiaotheists who ran Karpokhori, and sent immediately for Oraispol.
Within a few years, I was the Governor of Oreikalos, granted a license to reconquer the northeast in the name of the Aautokratir. And conquer I did, toppling several petty horse-lords and even claiming the city of Aterispol as the new capital of my Governorate. I was among the great figures of the empire, and all feared me.
Come Aeschraes' death in 1228, however, it all came crashing down. The Ölteni, hearing of my patron's demise, came thundering into my domain, while Aterispol burst into riots against my rule. Antonios, my so-promising son, was killed by those degenerates, and I wept over his corpse as the Purest wept over the First Man Mornthalix. And then I left the city, thinking it a temporary retreat, after which I would reclaim the city as our people had once reclaimed the Empire.
Instead, I have simply waited, keeping my grip upon my little ember of Aversaria, raising high the banners of an Aautokratir long dead. I know I have no hope of retaking Aterispol, much less the Empire. But what else can I do? My life has been spent conquering this land, ruling this land, terrorizing this land in the name of Aeschraes and the Second Empire.
What are a few more years?