To an old friend

Twenty years ago, the nation of Cyshane was overthrown by its own past.

 

The bloody horrors of the Dead Reclamation - the return of our country's bygone kings and queens, riding out at the head of endless corpse-throng armies to reconquer their old empire - have been followed by a period of extended peace.

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Not merely peace, but prosperity. For while the rest of the world continues to shun us for our necromonarchical government, Cyshane's renewed investment in the Cold Arts has begun to reap dividends. Rapid technological and industrial progress is at our fingertips. A brave new future, founded upon the glories of the past, awaits us all.

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Now the Hollowbrow Queen - corpse-regent, Ur-empress, Her Majesties' Majesty, who reigns on high in the city of Catalfac - has made a surprising announcement to mark the anniversary of war's ending.

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She will take a breathing consort, of royal blood, to symbolically unite the dead and living citizens of our great country. A harmonious marriage of past and present.

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Who will the lucky candidate be? I have no idea, and undoubtedly the dead lords themselves will be vying murderously to ensure that their favoured choice is the one to take the Hollowbrow's hand. We are governed in Cyshane by no less than twelve imperial dynasties spanning eighteen centuries and five distinct languages - so you can only imagine just how much endless scheming we have to endure.

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I will see you in Catalfac, on the date noted above, for what promises to be a memorable and historic occasion.

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- The Historian

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P.S. I have left some other notes scattered about the place to help guide you, and perhaps amuse you, while we wait. If you know your history, these should be easy to find. Simply search for heroes (or at the very least protagonists) and you're certain to stumble onto them.