HEROES OF MIGHT AND MAGIC III: COMPLETE

Scenario Name:	(NC-1) Rise of the King [Episode I of the Noveno Cycle]
Version:	1.0.0	Date: 23/9/02
First Release:	-
Author:		DarkCloud
Home Page:	-
E-mail Address:	ftg3@lycos.com

Campaign Type:	Heroes III Complete
Map Size:	Medium
Difficulty:	Normal to Hard
Language:	English

Victory:	Defeat All Enemies
Loss:		Lose Hero

Description:
The Northlands have fallen to the Haedric Barbarians, now united after 1000 years of internal squabbling, by the Barbarian Lord Zarach, Master of the Winds, a former student of the Magic University at Narrath.


Playtesters:
DarkCloud (myself of course)

Also by DarkCloud:
N/A

-----  Please distribute this campaign freely -----

NOTE: 
CAMPAIGN EVENTS GO TO DAY 68.


PLEASE READ THE EPILOGUE BELOW ONLY AFTER FINISHING THE CAMPAIGN:


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EPILOGUE








With his forces defeated, Zarach flees into the Cloudpeaks, or as they are commonly called, the Northern Barbaric Cliffs, with a small band of followers.

Lord Zzulish, Lady Callais and the rest of the Northalnd's royal family return to their lands, along with Quillich's wife, Tenna and there is much rejoicing.

Lord Dallin V immediately announces that sicne the purpose of the alliance is complete and that the Barbarians are driven from the lands, that he would like to lodge a formal compalint about the Union of Castle Highpeak and Castle Angellika,
as the two nation's lands are separated by his castle and as such, he protests, cannot be united.

Alessandr glares at the Lord after he makes his request, then mentions that Zarach still lives and that, as such, Dallin's obligation to the alliance still holds.  Dallin's demeanor quickly sours and he begins to sulk.

Lord Alessandr, all smiles, mentions that he truly needs a trusted Marshall to lead the pursusing force to destroy and end Zarach's ambiitons forever.  Angellika fondles her sword with her left hand, glaring at Dallin.  Dallin rears back for a moment, then looks between the two monarchs and frowns.
Finally, Dallin takes a deep breath and accepts, downcastedly, then trudges out of hte hall acocompanied by a few loyal retainers.

Afer that, reperesentatives from Fafhnir and Lallach, the conquered Fafhnirian cities prostrated themselves before Alessandr and pledged allegiance to their "King" Alessandr and "Queen" Angellika. The remaining folk of Castle Dynnisdale quickly fallowed suit.

Following htyat, the Lord of the Northlands, in gratitude, and somewhat in fear, bowed to Alessandr and spoke- "To ye, King alessandr, I swear allegiance for there is no other way to gift ye with the lands that are your right and I know ye wish, for, my nation stands in your path of control of the Barbaric Lands, and I do not wish animosity between our two nations.
Therefore, I do truly pledge fealty to you, my King, as did these others, but ask ye for a boon."

"Ye may ask." Alessandr nods his head slightly.

Lord Zzulish took a deep breath and continued.  "I ask that, altough my nation be a part of ye's empire, that my nation may only be called to serve in thy's armed forces in time of war."

After a tense moment, Alessandr nodded and declared "Granted, now wise, gentle subject Lord."  Lord Zzulish slowly rose, acknowledging Alessandr as his King.

The Marshalls looked at each other around Alessandr and Angellika's backs and smiled.  "Just think of the new armies." Shobay beamed.  "And the new recruits." Dall laughed.
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Ezmerelda considered all these goings on, evaluatin the possible consequences. That night, in bed, she spoke- "Noveno."
"Yes Ezme?" I replied lovingly.
"Did you see what Alessandr did?"
"He's a King." I nodded.
"Yes." She storked my cheek.  "Now, do you think he will make a good ruler?" She cooed.
"Well..." I considered. "Perhaps,"
"No." She sadly shook her head. "Remember how he treats th common man, how he turned away those refugees near Castle Coldrake?"
"Yes!" I pushed muself up, suddenly angry. 
Ezmerelda looked up into my eyes. "You would have helped them, no?"
"For sure! Of course! They were farmers! I understand farmers! I understand their plight" I said strongly, nodding.
"Alessandr is too haughty, He is too out of touch with the common man." Ezmerelda pursed her lips. "We must do something about it."
"Yes, indeed!" I declared, plans running in my head.
"Oh, you make me proud!" She clucked and rose, kissing me ferociously.
...After a time, we fell asleep.

-Thus ends Part I of The Noveno Cycle.
