Exarch Bradley

A.C. 2857 - 2860
My good companion Candos has died in a Boar Hunting accident, without his brother there is and was something missing. Unfortunately it caught up to him eventually. One man does not a nation make and therefore I step into the position as Lord Protector of Queen Emily and the children.

Within one year our grand Queen dies, most likely of a broken heart. She was the glue which held most of the States in check. Without her guidance and link to the past a great storm brews on the horizan. What shall I do for youth is no longer with me.

Fall A.C. 2858 - in the hand of Scribe Kayle.

Lest history forget newly crowned Exarch Bradley takes the role nearly unopposed as his manner and charm win the day. Never would the words be spoken but the last remaining children of Candos and Emily have disappeared supposedly sent back to live with the Queens distant relatives under safer conditions.

A.C. 2861 - 2865
The capable Sir Beau I’ve sent to Thyestes in an effort to establish a reasonable land route to the Conorrian Empire once again. They have gotten themselves into internal trouble and some outlying territories have decided to follow a more neutral stance in politics. Those with deep pockets step into court so frequently I can scarcely tell courtier from merchant. The treasury is opened wide by my will or without in the creation of a great Merchant House in Laedrus. In the capital we hold grand celebration for my son Maros is named official Heir.

A.C. 2866 - 2870
My faithful wife Lucilled has died, but she seemed quite content having attended our sons wedding and a year later a grandson!

Within the nation I’ve ordered that aid be given to those Grail neighbors under the most duress. Diplomacy has succeeded where battle did not in expanding our borders enough to join up once again with the Empire.

A.C. 2871 - 2873
A project long in the making is completed. The extensive works in and around The Salt Shore. What wonder it must be to have such wide open country to take advantage of.

Summer A.C. 2873 - in the venerable hand of Scribe Kayle.

At One and Seventy our head of state has passed into the great beyond. A night of rest with no awakening, perhaps not such a bad fate for those of us old men. Maros is crowned Exarch.