Dear readers, tonight with us is a recently ascended prince, here to talk leading his people against ruthless invaders to his kingdom.
Tell us a little about who you are and where you grew up. What was it like there?
I’m Rogan, Prince of Blythinia – the central kingdom of Elyria, and younger brother to Rodar. We both reside at the capital, Blythia, the seat of power of our late father. It is a pleasant place: a sprawling city atop a hill, that sits both overlooking the upper lake of the River Slow Water and nestled beneath the first marches of the Spine mountains that separate the kingdoms of men from the north and the distant elurons. Blythia is both rugged yet beautiful, modern yet old. I’ve spent all my life there, apart from following our father to neighbouring Courlan to visit the Rennes, his – and now our – great allies. Other than that I spent my three years at the Citadel like all of my rank and birth, learning the ways of war, courtly affairs and scholarly, educated strands.
You mentioned your father; what happened there?
He passed away nearly a year ago. Unfortunately, I would be lying if I said I was stricken about it. He and I never saw eye to eye. Rodar was his favourite son, the very image of him in fact: cock-sure, confident, a talented soldier. He decided to take Rodar with him to Sacaria during the troubles with the Avonners, whilst I was due to be married off to some merchant’s daughter. Rodar would rebuke me for saying, but I think things have turned out for the better, despite King Jaime being perhaps the best military leader we need against this invasion plaguing Elyria.
What will you do now in light of your father’s passing and this invasion?
My brother and I will share rule and forego the expected passing of power to the eldest son. Rodar’s a capable military man and will be able to lead our forces against this new threat. I have confidence in him, and so too do the generals. We have mustered all our strength and marched south to meet this invading force of ‘Bronzemen’ as they are commonly called. The pride of Blythinia has ridden out: the White Lancers, the Retinars, our personal Blue Cloaks.
What has been your greatest achievement?
I suppose it would have to be ascending Retinars’ Rock, the lower peaks of the Spine that tower over Blythia. It’s the final hurdle to pass into the ranks of the Retinars, one of our elite cavalry orders where any man can join despite his birth or heritage. There upon that frozen precipice I carved my name into the rock amongst the hundreds who had surpassed me.
And a more recent affair would be the recent peace that was forged with Avon. It wasn’t all my success, but I played a significant part, and I don’t think I’d be wrong in saying that it was my words at the end when our treaty was looking to fail that saved it. I think it was a great achievement nonetheless; we couldn’t march to war without securing our western border.Continue reading “Rogan (of Forward Banners, Jamie Powell-McCrae)”