The Thousand Years War

 

How many more must die, before this war will end, ask the people.
As many that our enemy garrison with, replies the Centurion.
As many soldiers as they have, comments the Tribune
As many as until the war is done, declares the Legate.

 

Who would be remembered

A thousand years this war will rage, a million souls lost in flames. Who will stand by and watch as our homes are turned into graveyards, families will be torn apart. All for what, a petty rivalry? a minor dispute?  

The War of Generations

Years ago, before the collapse

The Novis Republic feared the Legion of Helna, their 'rapid expansion' caused anger, fear and distrust in the southern nation among the senate of Novis, so they attacked, They attempted The Searing Landing, which was a disaster, ever since, the two factions have been fighting a bitter, brutal conflict, even long since they destroyed each other's technology.  

Ruining fate

They knew the risk, but they didn't care, when they sent their marines, the war had begun, after the landing failed, panic set in, the scale of their action dawned on them, many in the Senate broke down, some, violently, on the border Helnan forces were quickly pressing the sudden advantage, Novisian forces were cut down en mass, and the Thousand Years War had begun.    

Why?

The people of Novis spoke, united in their actions, why was war their first option? Why did their senate, the backbone of their republic, choose the reckless, and dangerous path of war? Their fear was reasonable, but diplomacy wasn't even attempted, for what? The meritocratic democracy of Helna wasn't insane.

 

Shock and Awe

Helna wasn't not expecting an attack, but on their capital, Searing? So far south from the border it seemed like an insult, the landing was repulsed easily, and word quickly shot down from the capital to the legate, to the centurions.

War wasn't coming. War has arrived.