The council was never more united. By a large margin it was decided to fight alongside the Caravaneers of Risonande. Fire falls where the sky has been ingited by battles far above the worlds of Kuston Wall. At last, Sovendahl has entered the fray. From the Kindred Fortress the fleet issues forth, side by side with its chosen ally. Steadfast defenders are the Caravaneers, bolstered now by our numbers. Though our fleet would not turn the tide of battle by the force of our battl

As the council chooses, so the strength of our banner grows. Six cutters join the fleet from the garrison reserves of the Kindred Fortress, eager warriors of distant Sovendahl, glad to join their kin in this campaign. These are new eyes on the voidward battlefield, a premier source of reconnaissance, and a fierce spearhead when they are pulled together. Elsewhere, by the outer bastions, the first Nuzirrim are beginning to break through. Slowed in its advance, the bulk of the

The Astropoleis of Amad Tir do not fall easily. Each siege is a war onto itself, weeks and months spend breaching wall after wall towards the inner core. Whilst battles rage in the halls and tunnels of the city station, outside the fleets vie for an advantage and positions to lend their troops bombardement support.

The Nomoi of the parting realm Nuzir are nomads of the void. Starfaring ships are their steeds, holy as shrines, beloved as hearth and home. Each vessel carries at its heart a shard of burning amber, cinders of divine fire granting life and warmth in the deadly depths of space. Ashawheya Raiders are a common sight among the Nuzirrim clans, vessels lean and uncompromising, much like their makers. A lesser warship of the Nuzirrim, nonetheless a vicious beast. The Ashawheya stri