The Imperial Capital of Shiyiang, the year is 463 of the Celestial Calendar of Xia, and the Niirai gasp for air in shock.
Empress Yiang had discovered that her husband and general was orchestrating a plot to have her firstborn child and second born heir assassinated so that he could take the throne as Regent when he would have finally dealt with her. Outraged, she summoned her husband to court to face judgement. Arriving unknowing what to expect, her husband came to court with two of his best soldiers as bodyguards to demonstrate he is an elf of importance that commands respect. It changed nothing. Her judgement was passed, and her husband was sentenced to death, to be publicly executed. Startled by her discovery of his plan, and refusing to face such a humiliating death, he pulled out his blade, and charged at her, ultimately committing suicide by Imperial Guard.
The general’s two loyalist bodyguards left the encounter unharmed, and were to return to their previous assignments until a new general is assigned to their command. But they did more than that. They spread a twisted version of the truth among the soldiers, along with a handful of ignorant imperial servants who only caught a glimpse of what was happening while they tended the grounds, saying how the Empress Regent brutally butchered her husband in the middle of court in a ruthless display of cruelty, and that it is she who had sent out assassins to eliminate her children she had with him now that her heir has come of age, so he would take the throne safely.
They were not completely wrong however, as the Empress Regent knew how her children would react to her seemingly murdering their father. She really did send out assassins to eliminate her threatening princes which would want to avenge their father, but when two of these attempts failed, the news and the conspiracy of Empress Yiang the Cruel spread like wildfire.
Within days, Shiyiang was under siege…
On a rainy morning at Siyiang when the city was asleep and the gates were shut closed for the night, a warhorn echoed through the calm, and a boulder flung overhead reached the city wall’s battlements, shattering the wooden roofs and framework on top, and killing a handful of guardsmen inside. From the woods beyond the fields in Shiyiang, an entire army emerged, holding shields, spears, and torches, some riding on horseback, while the red and black banner of Lun-Yiang flapped in the rainy winds of dawn.
Promising the warlords great fame and fortune if they aid him in his cause, two have adorned his banner, and have set to follow him in his quest to avenge his father’s death, put the Tyrant Regent to justice, and take his rightful throne as the first born of his father to become Emperor of Xia.
After a full week under siege, Shiyiang finally fell, not due to the outside forces exploiting a weak point in the city’s defence and breaching its walls, but due to an internal rebellion against the Tyrant. The city was engulfed in flames as the besieging army only watched. Soon enough, the city gates were raised and they flung open by themselves, civilians in mass fleeing the scene as Lun-Yiang marched his army in to the inferno. His first act was to restore order to the burning city, to put out the fires, and to put down the rebels that had caused it, even if it was in his favour. But when he marched on the palace and burst in through the large double doors of the throne room, he had found his mother was there, dead already. She was sat on the throne, a phial in hand, lifeless. he had committed suicide by poison rather than face false accusations, and be executed for them.
The remaining imperial court was summoned, and as Lun-Yiang sat himself on the throne and proclaimed himself the new Emperor, the court denied him that right, saying it is not he who is the heir. Enraged, he had the entire court executed in his own display of ruthless cruelty, and placed his own loyalists in court positions, successfully proclaiming himself Emperor, with the full support of the court.
Obviously, everyone was unhappy…
Another rebellion in Shiyiang soon followed that left the city nearly a ruin. Most of the city’s people have fled as in time it became the symbolic target for any and every power hungry prince or warlord who wished to claim the title of divine emperor. The eight princes scrambled for allies, some marched on the capital in either support or opposition of Lun-Yiang, some prioritised fighting for the country side and resources, realising the capital itself is worthless, as yet another fled abroad to seek foreign help with his entire wealth in tow.
While at sea, the many multitudes of pirates which were under Xia’s payroll have stopped receiving payments, and have begun praying on the Xia homeland, forming their own pirate confederation, electing a pirate King, and sowing dissent among the people along Xia’s coastal regions, fanning the flames of a second Yellow Turban rebellion.
Xia was fractured in to many warring factions once more, and everyone within trading distance of it would feel the effects of the southern giant quaking violently with internal conflict.