Herald of Steel

The Helvati did not record their history in written scrolls or books, the practice having not evolved yet due to a variety of reasons.

One was because their culture was relatively young, so their civilization had not advanced enough to require such meticulous record keeping. People still trusted each other enough to believe whatever they said without requiring any material proof.

This lack of complexity aside, the second reason for it was due to the fact that the place they lived in did not have easily available material to write on- such as papyrus or stone.

And this was perhaps an even greater handicap as evidenced by many examples from Earth.

It is hypothesized that the four great ancient civilizations of Earth- the Mesopotamians, the Egyptians, the Indus Valley, and the Chinese became great civilizations because they all had access to good writing surfaces.

The Mesopotamians (modern day middle east- Iraq, Syria, Jordan, Palestine, etc.) had an abundance of stone, the Egyptians had papyrus, the Indian subcontinent people had good quality leaves, barks, and clay, and the Chinese had paper.

So for the island natives who had no easy access to any of them, a writing style never quite developed.

Most of the time, their records were transmitted orally through poets and bards.

It was only very recently, i.e.- in the past few centuries that their writing became sophisticated enough, and that was only after it was invaded by the Sybarian tongue.

Towards this infiltration, even now there was great debate among many of the tribes regarding what to do.

Some wanted to ban all outsider words outright and kill anyone caught uttering them.

While others were a lot more ambivalent, for they found these words to be very convenient.

There were many terms that could describe things that their native tongue could not.

So although they were not expressly in favor of using these foreign words, these tribes did ask the more powerful clans to make new native words to replace them before banning them.

Needless to such a linguistic endeavor involving so many different tribes with so many different dialects and accents was an impossible endeavor for the scattered tribal folk.

Even a modern civilization would have had a hard been reconciling all the differences.

And thus bards and poets and the songs and poems they sang still remained the most popular way of recording history, as the musical lyrics and its rhythmic nature made it easy for the people to learn and remember its contents.

These men would travel the native lands and regale stories that they had either heard from their teachers, seen with their own eyes, or simply made up using whatever rumor or hearsay they happened to come across… which was, unfortunately, more than ninety percent of the case.

Once you heard their tales, you would seriously wonder how much of written history was actually 'history' and not simply the fiction of a madman.

But it was still taken as gospel by the people of the time and considered the highest form of entertainment.

They loved to hear these 'learned' men describe to them the illustrious stories of their glorious past and culture, of many famous battles, of great heroes and legends, of huge battles between gods and spirits, and of strange and fantastic scenes they had witnessed while traveling around.

And among those experiences, there was the recount of one bard who had once gone to a jewelry shop belonging to the outsiders and became bedazzled after looking at all the various kinds of exotic stones, gems, and gold inlaid in there.

From there he composed a poem to describe the diamonds, and as he sang,

"Stones that shine like fireflies, glimmering in the dark like the stars!"

This sounded so catchy to the natives that it basically became a part of their language, the phrase now being used to describe something extremely precious.

So many looters excitedly recalling the lines, quickly began to take all the glass items they found.

However, not all of them thought whatever the bards spoke was so precious.

Some of the looters resisted the humane urge to collect these shiny baubles and then unable to distinguish the material assumed it was cursed.

Particularly if there were any shamans or so called learned men among them, they would recall the poets' words and cry out in horror and malevolence,

"These things are made of the same things the stars are! They are our eternal enemies! The cursed outsiders! Destroy this! Destroy this and burn everything here!"

The natives believed that the spirits they revered were from the earth and that they had great enmity with the stars.

This belief was perhaps formed as a result of these backward people's fear of the unknown. After all, ancient people would look up into the skies and gazing at the celestial bodies come up with the most kinds of tales.

This was only one version of them.

And here, the glass products were shattered and the people housing them burnt at the stake for the crime of blasphemy as seen by the Helvati.

Other than these two groups, there was the last group- the one who simply asked the nobles whose houses they were raiding what this was.

The problem here however was that most of the time the owner of the house would be dead or have fled.

And even if he had not, he would not understand what they were saying since the two groups spoke different languages.

So these people mostly leave set aside these trinkets and look for other better known loot.

And there was really no shortage of good quality loot here.

For instance, unlike in the impoverished north, large volumes of jewelry- necklaces, rings, bracelets, and anklets were found here.

Books and manuscripts were another thing found mostly here in the South, many of which were worth their weight in gold.

Huge quantities of livestock were taken.

And lastly, a lot of the villagers were taken as captives and slaves, who were then promptly sold to the nearby slave traders for a pretty penny.

Whenever any war or conflict broke out, these people were the first ones to arrive at the scene, circling around it like vultures.

They really did not care who they took as slaves, the enemy, or their own people, as long as they got the body, any previous identity was moot.

There was indeed a reason why merchants had a bad reputation during this time, being called names such as greedy pigs and black hearted bastards.

Some of them truly deserved it.

Metztil's hungry wolves in this way soon began to raze the lands around Caira, turning its people homeless.

Towards this, Alexander personally felt bad for the innocent caught between.

Not only had they had their temples and other stone structures demolished to provide for Alexander's catapult ammunition, but now they were having their houses looted, farms torched, livestock taken and women violated.

If he had not been forced, he would have rather not used such a tactic.

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But this was the unfortunate reality here.

As they say, gods fight and mortals suffer.

He needed to finish the battle quickly and this was the only way to force the hand of the nobles living in these parts, making them exert pressure on Lord Parker.

And indeed, seeing all the grain they had just stored for the spring planting get looted, their lands being set ablaze, their homes raided and their womenfolk humiliated, messages began to flock to Miss Linda from all parts of her land, begging her to come and save.

And the lady then passed this pressure onto her husband, which was why he was forced to attend the current meeting called by Lord Bernard.

The very handsome man who was in charge of the roughly 10,000 Margraves men quickly demanded in a hard tone,

"My lord, our lands are being razed and people slaughtered. Is this how the Heeat family plans to protect us?"

Lord Parker had already received news of the Margrave's men preparing for battle.

It seemed that they wished to head out with or without the Heeat's aid.

'Damn those nobles! They dare pit us like that! Heh! The people! When did these black hearted bastards start caring about those peasant trash? Cowards and craven leeches… they only know how to hide and whine!'

Towards the energetic and boisterous Lord Bernard, Lord Parker cursed like so in his heart, wishing that he had killed the man when he got the chance.

Indeed, what Lord Parker said was true.

The Margrave's troops were not riled up by anything like the plight of their fellow countrymen.

Rather it was the nobles who supported Miss Linda that pushed the officers among the army ranks to agitate the men.

This was because all of them were afraid that they would be Metztil's next victim.

Many had even already fled their fiefs and the lucky ones managed to seek refuge in Caira, where they gave very detailed and vivid descriptions of the destruction and cruelty they had witnessed.

Of course ninety percent of that gross exaggeration, but it managed to accomplish the intended goal, which was spreading panic and fear among the elite.

In this way, they planned and plotted, against the very same man who gave them refuge under his very nose.

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