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The day started out as any other.

Lady Mora, the Duke of Rons' only child, was seen entering the bazaar, hardly a strange occurrence for the girl who grew up helping the common folk in their daily endeavor to procure the means to feed their families. Bright and smiling, the lady was seen talking to the baker, running an errand for the jeweler, then listening with rapt attention to teh old woman who sat outside the plaza fountain. Departing the fountain, it was reported that the Lady Mora thanked the old woman for the tale, dusting herself off before walking to the infirmairy to help out as she did whenever her duties allowed her. Filled to the brim with patients and victims of teh war with Enery, "enough help" was, beyond being a laughable phrase, a veritable impossibility. With her healing abilities and knowledge of brewing healing potions (among other spellcrafts), Lady Mora's help was greatly appreciated.
That is, until she disappeared.

Kenneth, the Duke of Enery, started off his morning going through papers documenting the current affairs of state, his advisers reported. He should known better, said they, than to choose to work in the dining hall. As had happened countless times before, the young duke stalked off to meet with his generals, annoyed with the swooning perfumed ladies who each harbored the hope of drawing his attention. Seen leaving the room several hours later, he eventually joined in his troops' training in anticipation of another clash with Rons. To them (his troops, that is), he was a most capable leader, able to fight "with the strength of ten men," as one man recounted, while still possessing "the wiles and cunning of a fox," as maintained another. He was an invaluable asset to their cause, whatever it happened to be. That is, until he disappeared.

The War Generals of Enery began to cry for Ronsan blood, almost as soon as Duke Loman began his rage at the Enerians for the disappearance of his darling daughter. Meeting at the front lines, these two formidable armies were on the brink of collision when the Duke of Kenneth stumbled out of the Ashwere Woods, leading Lady Mora by the hand, both bruised and dirty, but none too worse for wear. Behind them, on Kenneth's charger, were the two ambassadors to Enery and Rons from the kingdom of Vaek. Shocked and angry, to say the least, the two armies turned, not on each other, but, instead, eastward.