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Property Value Region Brann Sector Faction House of Ispir Allegiance Franor Empire Founded 3 Itizar (I Autumn) 3725 Builder Franor Empire Defenses 🧱 Stalwart (3/6) Garrison 🧟 150-250 (Throng)
⚔️ 200-300 (Fyrd)
🛡️ 140-180 (Hird)
🪓 35-45 (Thegn)
💀 12 (Grim)
🎯 100-130 (Skut)
⚒️ 30 (Smid)
🐎 40-60 (Reid)Siege Supply ~4-6 months Strat. Value 👁️ Sentry
🏰 Redoubt
⛓️ Chokehold
📜 RegistryCivilians ~2800
Overview
The Scar on the Body of the Delin River
Once, a beautiful castle of the past towered here, an architectural marvel of which not a trace remains today. Why? Because the unwashed savages of the Franor Empire, those “Blonds,” are incapable of creation. Their lot is destruction. In the bitter, bone-chilling winter of 3719, this stronghold was wiped off the face of the earth. The reason lay in their blind hatred. The castle sheltered unfortunate zoomorphs—persecuted, tormented creatures whom our noble Kingdom of Rede tried to save from extermination by secretly supplying provisions and weapons. We extended a helping hand to those whom these beasts in human form considered a mistake of nature. The Imperials failed to take the fortress by starvation—our supply lines worked flawlessly. Moreover, brave human mercenaries—men who cast aside prejudice for the sake of gold and justice—stood up in defense of our “lesser brothers.”
For the narrow-minded fanatics of Franor, this alliance was an unthinkable blasphemy. Seeing a human fight shoulder to shoulder with a beastfolk against “purebloods” drove them mad. Realizing their worthlessness in a fair siege, the Franor command acted vilely. They cleared the rear, brought up heavy artillery, and made a decision worthy of cowards: not to capture, but to annihilate. Ancient walls that remembered eras of greatness were turned into rubble by heavy fire, burying beneath them defenders whose only crime was the desire to survive.
…They call this “cleansing.” I call it a feast. Men and beasts, mixed into a red mash under the debris… That year the frost was such that blood froze faster than it touched the ground. This new foundation… it stands on the bones of those who trusted your “mercy,” Laurus. A delicious, crunchy mix.
The castle fell, and on its sacred foundation, like a boil on the body of the earth, a new one was erected in just 6 years. It was named Nytt. Just “New.” No imagination, no soul—only the cold, ugly functionality of Northerners. It is not a stronghold; it is a monument to their cruelty.
However, even with a heavy heart, I am forced to admit the danger of this place. Nytt Castle, this stone bastard, stands at the narrowest “bottleneck” of the deadly Delin River. It is here that the Franorians, using the labor of prisoners, erected a wide stone double-bridge:
- The first span leads from the bank to a fortified islet in the middle of the turbulent stream.
- The second span connects the island to the opposite bank. Now the Empire holds the entire northern trade and military traffic by the throat. It is a jailer-castle, staring at our lands with its empty, greedy arrow slits.
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