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

Faint, a mere glittering of dust and fire, hostile battle lines are drawn across the stars. The tall ships of Nuzirrim and Tir stand firm against one another, locked in vast formations, maneuvering hour by hour. But in-between them, lesser vessels run freely, skirmishers rushing fast along the periphery, charging at the flanks and breaking through where they can. Harriers and cutters, corvettes and harpies needling at the enemy, exposing weaknesses and drawing blood, tipping

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