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This is basically just a set up to the main story, just telling you whats going on, whos involved etc. If feedback is generally good, I plan on continuing the story.
Part One – The Rise of the King of Kryta
It is the year 1073 AE, and the newly established Grand Army of Kryta marched towards the Great Northern Wall of Ascalon with murderous intent. They had already wiped out any dwarves that crossed them during their trek across the Northern Shiverpeaks, leaving nothing but ruined forts and bloodied snow behind them. Nothing was going to stand in the way of their goal: the destruction of the treacherous nation of Ascalon, the people that pleaded for their help during their time of need, only to turn on them and mercilessly slay one of Kryta’s fondest men in cold blood.
But this story truly begins one year prior, just before the defeat of the Undead Lich inside Abbadon’s Mouth. The Chosen had reclaimed Thunderhead Keep in the name of Deldrimor, and Confessor Dorian himself led an attack force of the greatest generals of the White Mantle, fighting side by side some of the finest soldiers the Mursaat had to offer. They were, however, destroyed by the Chosen in an epic battle of magic and steel. The White Mantle were crippled, but still had the wisdom of their Unseen Gods to guide them. That is until the Titans were released from their prison. Any Mursaat that had not been killed prior to the opening of the Door of Komalie were wiped out by the immense power of the Titans. The White Mantle were left in ruins.
However, there still lived a high ranking agent of the White Mantle, who no-one but Saul D’Alessio and Confessor Dorian knew of. When Saul first brought news of the Unseen Ones to Kryta, he knew that the Royal Family of Kryta would be his main obstacle in removing praise of the Old Gods, so he turned to their Chief Advisor, known to the public as Advisor Jemanaar. D’Alessio promised Jemanaar power and wealth beyond anything possessed by the Krytan Royals, in return for his services in advising them to follow the teaching of the Unseen Ones. However, the invasion of the Charr forces saw the Royal family flee Kryta, leaving Advisor Jemanaar to rule over the kingdom. With the defeat of the Charr at the hands of the White Mantle, Jemanaar declared himself the new King of Kryta, gave D’Alessio more and more freedom to his religion, and gradually reduced the role of the Lionguard in Kryta, leaving them only to police Lions Arch. The death of Saul D’Alessio saw Confessor Dorian take control of the White Mantle, with Dorian and Jemanaar working closely together in secret to maximise the strength of the Mantle, and to make sure the wishes of their Gods could be carried out with ease.
Several months later, the Shining Blade returned to Kryta to inform the new King of the truth behind the White Mantle. Jemanaar was devastated at the news that his religion was all but destroyed, but put on an act of rejoice for the public to keep his true intentions hidden. His devastation soon turned to pure hatred towards the Chosen of Ascalon, angered at how they turned to Kryta for shelter during their time of need, only to repay them by destroying the very organisation that offered them help. For several days, Jemanaar locked himself away in his palace, stewing in his own anger. His hatred for the Chosen soon turned to hatred for the people of Ascalon, and as his thoughts fell to the control of his anger, he began to plan his revenge against the Kingdom of Ascalon. However, with the White Mantle reduced to small groups scattered across Tyria, and the Lionguard whittled down to nothing more than the police force of a city, he had no army to carry out his plan of revenge. Even if he had an army twice the size of that of Ascalon’s, the people of Kryta held much sympathy for Ascalon, and a full scale invasion would cause the people to rebel against him. Suddenly, his plan needed to become much more intricate.
When he finally emerged from the darkness of his palace, he declared to the citizens of Kryta that the White Mantle were to be considered as sworn enemies of the Kingdom, and anyone able to fight should join the Lionguard in searching the lands for any remnants of the Mantle, and to bring them to Lion’s Arch where they would each be slain by the King himself. Every man and woman who was physically able joined in arms in search for the White Mantle, and, as ordered, brought those that did not fight to the death back to Lions Arch. These prisoners would become the elite of the King’s new army. After announcing his true intentions to his captives, he released them as citizens of Kryta, and they immediately signed up to the Lionguard. With Jemanaar’s influence, these men quickly worked their way through the ranks to become elite generals of the Lionguard. Over the next year, the Lionguard would grow to a size greater than it had ever been throughout Kryta’s history. Its recruits, the majority of which were citizens striving to strengthen their weakened nation, were kind hearted to the citizens, and they became the symbol of a new Kryta, a notion strengthened by the Kings frequent praise of his army. Stories of the Lionguard reached Ascalon, stories of an army that would help any man in need, and could rally the support of even the most down-trodden of people. Although it pained him to do so, King Adlebern of Ascalon himself sent a message to King Jemanaar, requesting the help of any available Lionguard forces to rebuild the ruins of Ascalon. The first part of Jemanaar’s plan was complete.
“Ah, General Foltim. I have good news.” The Kings voice had become deep and gravely, one of the effects of being consumed by one’s own anger. General Foltim had been captured as a White Mantle agent during the rise of the Lionguard, but had quickly earned himself a position of authority, commanding a regiment of no less than 100 men, and answering only to the King himself. “We have received a message from King Adelbern.” Foltim cracked a smile.
“I assume he is requesting our assistance in re-building his fallen nation?” Foltim spoke with a heavy Vabbian accent, as most of his life had been spent there. He rose quickly through the ranks of the White Mantle due to his ferocity in battle. His large size made it easy for him to overpower foes.
“Yes. I believe now is an opportune moment to explain the next phase of my plan.” Jemanaar motioned for Foltim to follow and led him into a small room to the side of the palace’s main chamber, in which there was a large table covered with a detailed map of Ascalon and the surrounding areas. He locked the door behind them, and walked to the head of the table. “We are going to destroy Ascalon,” he slammed his fist onto the map. “…and everyone in it.”
Jemanaar looked up at Foltim, who looked somewhat confused. “If I may say so, while I whole-heartedly support the destruction of Ascalon for what they did to the Mursaat, I believe that the people of Kryta hold great sympathy for them. I do not believe that your people would support an invasion of a country that has been devastated constantly for over two years, and still depends on other nations to survive.”
Jemanaar chuckled to himself. “That, my friend, is what makes this plan so ingenious. I plan to frame the Ascalon military for the murder of the Lionguard recruits sent to help them.” The look of confusion on Foltim’s face had grown. “You see, what I plan to do is to send Captain Leesow to Ascalon City with a regiment of around 70 men, as per Adelbern’s requests. However, once inside the city, the troops will let loose, slaughtering anyone in sight and burning any buildings to the ground.” Foltim’s expression had turned from confusion to one of intrigue. “The troops must remain in the city until the Ascalon military arrives, at which point they are to be engaged, where Captain Leesow must fall in combat.” As the King paused for breath, Foltim voiced his thoughts.
“Leesow was never a member of the White Mantle; he has nothing against the people of Ascalon and avoids violence whenever possible. It will be difficult to convince him to carry out these orders, let alone to give up his life for the cause.”
Jemanaar looked into Foltim’s eyes.
“That is where you come in to all this.” The look of confusion returned to Foltim’s face. “During the battle, you must allow a member of the Ascalon military to kill Leesow. The higher ranking his assailant, the better. Once Leesow is dead you are to flee the city with a handful of others, and return to Kryta. I would recommend leaving your personal regiment at Yaks Bend so that you can cross the Shiverpeaks safely on your return.” Jemanaar stepped back from the table and looked at Foltim, as if asking for his opinion. Foltim paused to gather his thoughts.
“Well…err…I can guarantee the perfect execution of this plan…but…” he had to choose his words carefully so as not to offend his king. “…I…I must return to my point about the sympathy our people hold for Ascalon. An attack like this would cause an uproar, and even the Lionguard my take action against you.” As he talked, he could see a smile crossing Jemanaar’s face.
“True, but we did not attack Ascalon. Our men were led into an ambush, in which only you and a handful of others managed to survive. King Adelbern has publicly announced his dislike for Krytans. When he heard stories of how much better off our country was doing when compared to his dusty ruin of a kingdom, he became enraged with jealousy. After the attack, Adelbern will demand an explanation from me for the actions of my men. I will deny any such attack, and accuse him of framing the Lionguard for killing Ascalon citizens just so he can satisfy his ego, as well as putting the renowned and peaceful Lionguard in a bad light. I will make an announcement to the people of Kryta telling them of Adlebern’s plan to kill innocent Lionguard recruits by luring them into his city with a cry for help. He will of course deny it but in the end…”
Foltim now fully understood what his King had planned. “…in the end, the Krytans would sooner believe a kind and peaceful king than a desperate old man who has a know hatred for Krytans.” Foltim finished Jemanaar’s sentence, showing his understanding.
“Exactly. The people will be outraged, and demand justice. Any attempts by Ascalon to deny it will only enrage the Krytans more and more, and we will have the support of our people to invade Ascalon.” Jemanaar stood back from the table and crossed his arms, smiling at Foltim. Foltim grinned back.
“A genius plan sir…but I do however see one drawback…”
“You refer to Captain Leesow? A man who holds nothing against Ascalon, and a man who strives to keep peace and stop violence before it even begins?”
“Yes sir. Surely a man so well known for his peaceful tactics will not agree to slaughter innocent Ascalons?”
“Leave that to me, general. Now, go assemble your men. Tell them nothing of what we have discussed. They need only know to leave an hour after you and Captain Leesow, and are to wait at Yaks Bend.”
“Of course sir.” Foltim saluted his king and unlocked the door.
“Oh and general?” Jemanaar called. “Find Captain Leesow, and send him to me at once.” Foltim nodded.
“At once sir.” He closed the door behind him as Jemanaar sat down at the table. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, smiling at the thought of finally taking revenge on those who destroyed his religion.
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) but its done now. I know its pretty long, but believe it or not i cut some bits down to make it more digestible. This is the first bit of writing I've done in a while so any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. 
