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Two centuries after failing to conquer Goranth, Breakaway, once a pirate haven, became a duchy in the same kingdom it once tried to overthrow.
The irony was clear. Nobles in Goranth still chuckled over spiced wine when discussing it. "Imagine," they said, leaning back in velvet-draped chairs, "pirates turned loyal subjects. What’s next? Wolves herding sheep?" Their laughter lingered, yet unease remained: Breakaway had risen from obscurity to irrelevance, then to legitimacy.
But Breakaway’s story began far from the polished halls of Goranth’s capital.
The settlement began as fishing huts on Goranth's southeastern coast, settled by colonists from the kingdom.
The coast was all jagged cliffs above an azure sea. Waves crashed, sending spray skyward. The first settlers, weathered and sunburnt, chose the site for its abundance. Fish flashed beneath the surface. Boats of rough timber bobbed as fishermen hauled heavy nets.
“Careful now,” Maren snapped, her voice sharp as sea wind. She stood knee-deep in the surf, guiding her son as he struggled to pull a wriggling net ashore. “Don’t let it slip!”
“I’ve got it!” the boy gasped, his knuckles white around the rope. He stumbled backward as a wave surged around his legs, but Maren caught him by the arm and steadied him. Together, they dragged the net onto the sand, its contents flopping and gleaming in the sunlight.
The settlement grew slowly, with huts clustered by the shore. As word spread of rich fishing and a sheltered harbor, new colonists arrived, some for fortune, others fleeing debts or worse.
Its spot along Inner Sea trade routes turned the village into a busy port, but not for legal trade.
The docks buzzed night and day. Lanterns lit crates being moved by burly, multi-lingual dockworkers. Ships of all kinds crowded the harbor: schooners with red sails, battered fishing boats, and cannon-bristling galleons.
“Do you have it?” a man in a threadbare coat whispered, glancing nervously at a pair of guards as he leaned in close to another beside a stack of barrels marked dried cod.
The other man smirked and murmured, sliding a small pouch into his hand, “Fresh off a merchant ship out of Narathis. Saffron. Enough to buy you a new coat, and then some.”
Smuggling thrived. Goods rarely appeared on ledgers: spices, silks, stolen wine, and enough weapons to arm armies.
A revolutionary drove out Goranth's officials and declared independence, turning the port into a pirate haven.
His name was Calder Vyne, charismatic and ambitious. He arrived on a black ship with a wolf’s head prow. Few knew his origins; some whispered he was a former admiral, others that he was born among pirates.
Calder’s gift was words. He could sway a crowd with his deep, resonant voice.
“They call us criminals,” he declared from atop a barrel in the square, a bonfire behind him. “Thieves! Murderers! Scum! What is Goranth if not a thief? They steal our labor, freedom, and futures!”
A cheer erupted from men and women tired of taxes and contempt. Calder raised his blazing fist.
“No more!” he roared. “Tonight, we take back what is ours! Tonight we are free!”
The revolution began with blood and fire as officials were driven out or killed. Calder led the lawless port into independence, ruled by pirates answering only to themselves.
Goranth tolerated Breakaway until its leaders made a fatal error, launching a full assault on the kingdom.
It began with arrogance: a belief that Goranth could be toppled by those it called vermin.
“They won’t see it coming,” Calder told his advisors aboard the flagship “Sea Serpent”. Maps lay open on their rum-stained table as they nodded.
But they did see it coming.
The counterattack was swift, a storm of steel and fire struck Breakaway before its fleet was fully prepared.
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Breakaways War with Goranth
Retaking the city was costly, so Goranth granted Breakaway independence. In displeasure, Goranth imposed heavy duties and more anti-smuggling patrols. Banditry rose, patrols failed, and Breakaway's leaders suspected Goranth of supporting outlaws, but had no proof.
Though the stalemate kept the region stable, Breakaway soon became a pirate haven, a market and supply point for ships disrupting Goranth’s trade.
Flush with wealth, Breakaway’s pirates plotted to sack Goranth. Goranth prepared a counterstrike when the plot was discovered. The pirate plan: a sea assault to distract defenses, while insurgents seized the palace and gates.
Goranth sent urgent messages to Brennan and Dwarvenhelm, who, along with Illyria, agreed to lend armies. Dwarvenhelm offered secret tunnel passage to Oretoun. The allies circled the peninsula and landed near Breakaway, waiting for the pirate army to leave.
Goranth spread rumors of a northern invasion and seemed to send reinforcements. In reality, these ships carried no troops; Goranth’s navy slipped away to join Brennan’s fleet behind the island northeast of the city.
As Breakaway’s navy passed Goranth’s eastern tower, the Goranth-Brennan fleets slipped behind and trapped the pirates in Whiting Bay. At the same time, Illyrian and Dwarvenhelm forces crept into Breakaway and seized it mostly unopposed. Scouts kept the city’s soldiers unaware. Days later, the allied army marched toward Goranth behind Breakaway’s departing troops.
When Breakaway’s army neared Goranth, the city staged a false uprising: smoke lured pirates into range. As the fleet charged, the gates slammed shut.
Goranth and Brennan’s ships struck from behind, while Dwarvenhelm and Illyria ambushed Breakaway’s army. Battles were swift; Breakaway’s forces were decisively routed.