The Battle of Svetlogorsk
“Send word to the Prince at once, he must know of what has happened in Svetlogorsk!” Zacharius ordered one of the bystanders upon hearing the news brought to Fleatown with great haste. “By all means send word, Gromovnik, but the Prince will do nothing! Yes, very true” The citizens of Novigrad wasted no time in notifying the stranger to their town of how things function within the realm. They have seen villages be burned to the ground, hundreds displaced and broken people fleeing to Novigrad or cities in the west of Slavia. Not since the days of the kings have these lands known the comfort of safety. This simple but harsh truth left a bad taste in the mouth of Zacharius, his job was to always be the wall between the Sons of Perun and the darkness. He had sworn an oath to Perun that he would do so, and yet as years go by it is increasingly difficult to do so. “If the Prince shall not defend Svetlogorsk or avenge it, then I will. Who of you will follow me?” The young Gromovnik spoke ass
