King Baldrick Voreia
At Arkyn's speech, the king's face darkened. So it's true, then, what they're saying. Occidens prepares for war once again. Admittedly, Occidens had invaded many times in the past. They were an invading kind of people. What was new, though... Weapons of a kind unseen, with the devastating power of a dragon's breath harnessed by steel and man. It did not bode well for Voreia if such weapons were turned upon them, for bows and spears and shield walls would do nothing against such a thing.
But ice and snow can keep out any enemy. General Winter and Commander Snow are our greatest allies if it comes to war. If.
"Marcus, Rourke. Good morning to you." He inclined his head towards both. "I'm afraid feasts shall have to wait, at least a moment." He looked downcast. Such a waste. "My son has returned from Occidens, bearing grave news. They have built machines of great power- War machines, armed with cannon and steel. More than an equal for anything we can produce, perhaps." He shook his head. "While I wish I could believe they'll simply go after Notia again, it's entirely possible that they will head north instead of south. In which case..." He shrugged. "I don't want Occidens becoming any more powerful either way. They've taken far too much in the last decade or so- They've become a threat. A course of action must be decided, and soon- Voreia cannot afford to wait until these machines are flattening out fields."