A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

"Two of those boats are still in existence within the Shrine of Remembrance, where our ancestors first stepped onto these shores."

Exclamations broke out from around the room at my statement. "Why were we not told of the existence of such technology? Technology that we could have used to fight the enemy!" One of the generals asked excitedly.

Romnan spoke up, "It was thought best by those in leadership at the time of the discovery that as few people as possible should know of the existence of the ships. The secret has remained safe for over five centuries. Only the head councilman and members of the Ta'lont barony have known of the existence of these ships or so we thought. Please continue Roric."

"The Zoarinians have learned of the location and existence of these ships. How they learned of them we do not know. As we all know the Zoarinians have never been happy with being contained to this world and their long time wish has been to return to the first world and to explore and settle others. Our ancestors saw that as an unwise aspiration to have and they hid the technological ability to return or to travel between worlds from them, which was in large part what sparked the first wars between our two families. The Zoarinian governors have used this old hate, as well as the faith we have in our Creator that we continue to cling to, as grounds for going to war with us once again. But their ultimate goal once we are out of the way is to claim these ships for themselves and to live out the desires of the past, which could prove disastrous for our world, as we do not know what is transpiring beyond our world and are perhaps better off for that. That's their base reason for this war. Now on to how they plan to remove us from their path to glory. They have prepared for this war more intensely then any war of the past and have amassed an army of approximately eight hundred thousand men that is fully provisioned and should be ready to march within the month."

Several of the council members gasped at the hearing of the enemy's numbers.

"Roughly five hundred thousand of that number consists of their own men. Another hundred thousand of them are hired mercenaries from the south and the border towns of the plains. The remaining part of the enemy force numbering two hundred thousand strong has been supplied by the Attorgrons."

"The Attorgrons have betrayed us and thrown in with them?" General Sanjo asked as a sick expression briefly flickered across his face before his usual mask of control fell back into place.