September 23, 1887

The people of Khaina certainly weren't warriors. However, their extreme devotion to their Magistrate and Aural skill did help hasten their training. In less than a month's time, a group of approximately five hundred Khainan men and women- dubbed King Airel's Army- was prepared for battle. 

Alisha Valior and Airel Arystenn stood atop the hill that separated Khaina from the township of Glaisse-Altair, watching their troops assemble below. 

"I have spoken to my friends Furiel Kandain and Herbert Yulah, Magistrates of Rivikov and the Pylean Territories respectively. Both are strong believers in the legend, and are willing to stand behind you," Alisha smiled. "With the lands of Furiel and Herbert as well as Khaina, I believe that we possess enough territory to start a true kingdom." 

"Wonderful," Airel grinned. "But every kingdom needs a name. What shall we call ours?" 

"That should be your choice," Alisha said pleasantly. "After all, you are the King." 

"Soon, we shall rule more than just a little kingdom," Airel's eyes glittered with passion. "We shall rule an empire that reaches the four corners of Lessaenes. So, it shall be called...the Lessaenite Empire!" 

"I like your ambition," Alisha nodded. "Furiel and Herbert shall arrive this afternoon. Then, we can begin our journey to whatever lands lie north of here. Of course, we will do this only with your permission. There is no shame in choosing to stay here and rule what you have already gained. You may very well die on such a mission into unknown territory." 

"No!" Airel barked. "So what, if I may die? Such is the life of a conqueror! I will not be at peace until I have garnered a force large enough to attack and win Glaisse-Altair! Lord DeGlann shall bow before me!"

"So be it," Alisha grinned, her face shining with excitement as if she had been waiting her entire life for this moment. "Let the conquest begin!"