The War of Wars

They have taken my son. It feels that is all that must be written for history to know why I have sent our children to war, but I will not deny the Speakers their records.

My son was born with a power unlike any other. We have yet to know what that power is. He is an incarnate, one truly born into the Buriman bloodline, yet he is stolen from us. It matters not to me which Zark took him, only that he is taken. I will march every able-bodied warrior from every clan, city and village in our borders to retrieve him, and I do not doubt that each one would give their own life to gain his. I do not care who or what must die for his return.

Heed this warning, all Zarks. If you so much as take a drop of my son’s blood, I will take enough of yours to tint the Blue Deep red.

My chieftains make south, and I fill our boats with eagerness. We will march to the salted lands west of Kilyan, and I will lay waste to each Medosi dog I find. No Keeper has ever lost a war. I vow this to the Keepers before me and all to come: I will not be the first.

— Lord Keeper Edav Burima, NCY 189