The war of flowers

The marching, as it is most commonly called, is not seen as the start of the civil war but is often seen as the beginning of the catalyst that will, within a year, become the war of flowers. The poorer people of Civitas Wisteria, as the city was called back then, went marching up the streets and planted themselves right outside the Summer Palace. The protest was against the poor living conditions of the people, after years of neglect by the nobility.

In the days fallowing whispers an uprising started spreading like wild fire tough the slums. In the early hours of the day the gates leading tough the city was barricaded. All of the slaves of the city freed from their masters and poorly paid workers didn’t turn up for work. On the night of this day the main city district and port was split in half and people from both sides rushed to get to one or the other.

Many of the noble families escaped the city but just as many where killed and some where hunted all the way to Rosae Atrio, hiding by the king's side. A few joined the rebellion, whispers where spreading of a man who was a leader for the more organised rebellion efforts and plans of making him the new lord of Civitas Wisteria spread.

Things where bad in the city and the rebellion seemed to be loosing. More and more people of the city was murdered or bought in to slavery every day. At the heart of the rebellion occupied parts of the city hundreds of people gathered and discussed a course of action for four days. On the forth day a missing courtesan of the city walked in, bloodied and bruised. And it is said that the people cheered, for Aiden Lucens had not been their leader but his company that disappeared that night, the courtesan, was. This is when the rebellion for the first time announced an official leader but it is said that the courtesan had been leading from the shadows from the very beginning.

Magnolia Arbores officially joins the rebellion as the first of the three remaining leaders not involved in the war picking a side between the rebellion and the nobility. Sending both man power and resources to the rebellion controlled Civitas Wisteria and aiding in the occupation of the city.

A month after the army’s betrayal the first peace talks was held in the rolling fields of Rosae. But the talks was fruitless with both sides unwilling to budge or compromise, all four of the regions wanting different things. It is well known that the new leader of Civitas Wisteria refused to even appear at the peace talks, sending emissaries in his place.

Less than a year later both the Lord de Regional Magnolia and Lord General was assassinated within hours of each other by order of the king in an attempt to regain the regions. The Magnolia Arbores was not as easily overtaken and the Lady Oraculum de Regional Magnolia closed the regions borders with large trees making it almost impossible to travel tough.

On this day the skies above Civitas Wisteria went dark, as four pairs of black wings blocked out the spring sun as four black dragons tore into the city. Destroying most of it and forcing the rebellion to go in to hiding.

A new first army is but in place with a new general loyal to the rebellion and Civitas Venenata Wisteria.

The old Lord de Regional Chrysanthemum dies in his castle deep within the mountain leaving the nobility with no active support or recourses from the mountain.

In the early hours of the day two of the adult dragons descended on to the village of Papaver. It is said that the forces of the rebellion answered the call before the village even knew what was going on but survivors from the village swear that the only on there was the Lord Bastardis himself, and in a heroic display killed one of the dragons himself before the explosion that made the crater that now stands instead of the village.

After days surrounding the capital without seeing any change, Rosae Atrio is engulfed in a dome of darkness. No one getting in or coming out of it, trapping the nobility and thousands living in the city inside. Since then a time of peace has swept over the country even tough a anxious eye is kept on the black dome.