The Miracle at battle_county.GetNameNoTierNoTooltip (event)
Yesterday, I went to sleep as a pawn. Today, I rise as a king and a hero. What was thought utterly absurd was proven possible at battle_county.GetNameNoTierNoTooltip, where I entered the extraordinarily thin ranks of those that have successfully bested attacker.GetFirstName in battle. Most of the warlords of Etepezea have decided to throw in their bets with me, either out of genuine awe, or simple pragmatism. Whereas Oraispol was preparing for the grim realities of sack by a barbarian army for months, they now know nothing but revelry and celebration.
I return to the city to flowers and prostrations thrown at my feet, my subjects - truly acting like they are mine for the first time. As I am carried back to my palace to cheering crowds, two things are certain. One, my former captors will no longer be able to keep me under lock and key, but definitely see me as a threat. Though they might set our differences aside temporarily to defeat Cenware, after that, all bets are off. Two, attacker.GetFirstName may be bruised, but attacker.GetSheHe is definitely not down. The Imperrech will be back - and they will be prepared next time. What happens next determines whether I become a legend, or if I lose it all.
We must prepare for the coming storm.