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His Majesty Cyrinis Aerilius walked through the halls of Castle Chorrol, his new seat of power after wrenching control of the City from Count Algor Valga after a tense two month siege. His Kingdom had ruled the woodlands of the Colovian Highlands for years from his wooden fortress of Nova Colovium. Battling against trained Chorrolians was difficult and it cost him men and resources, but now, as he stood within the white stone halls of his former enemy's palace, he smiled. His troops, dressed in red and yellow battle armor pushed forward the blue and white-dressed guard that once defended this palace, All of them chained with tears and bruises upon their bodies, set to be hung from the walls of Castle Chorrol. A new day dawned for Chorrol and for the Colovian Kingdom. King Aerilius looked up just in time to see his men cut down the large banner depicting the white and blue tree of Chorrol and to see the red diamond of Colovia taking it's place. The next thing he heard were screaming to his left. He turned immediately to see three Chorrol guardsmen waving their swords and running towards the King, hoping to break the spirits of the Colovians in one fell swoop of their swords. The King drew his blade, the only Colovian warrior nearby. As one guard swung his sword, Cyrinus ducked and drove his blade deep into the guard's belly. As the next came to him, he drew his dagger as he slid his sword out of the first guard. He slung the dagger out of his hand and into the second's eye, his body falling limp. The Third halted as he debated whether or not he wanted to challenge the King. Before he made up his mind, more Colovian soldiers rushed in and surrounded the last guard, forcing him to drop his weapon. The last embers of resistance for the Chorrolians was done.

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