Empire of Sonnstahl

For Sunna and the Emperor

The armies of Sonnstahl march to the beat of drums and the thunder of cannons. Led by zealous priests and bold knights, these soldiers’ discipline and vigour is famed around the world. Inspired by the example of Sunna, Goddess of Humanity, there may be no limit to the ambition of the Empire of Sonnstahl!

To overcome internal divisions and unite the nation against its enemies is the task of the Emperor. He or she cannot merely be a conqueror on the battlefield. They must also compete in the political arena, navigating the treacherous currents of rival families and religious factions. Thanks to esteemed universities, where magic and technology are refined into effective weapons, Sonnstahl has become a master of many trades, and now seeks to extend its grasp to foreign lands.

Playstyle

The different ways to play The Empire of Sonnstahl army are either based on big slow units which are supported by smaller nearby using shooting power or faster units which pick their fights. The best way to remember when fighting with the Empire of Sonnstahl is that the sum is more than the single parts. The Empire of Sonnstahl can bring heavy knights, powerful mages, mighty artillery, and masses of trained infantry, all with their different strengths an capabilities. When you field the army of Sonnstahl, you should always remember the army works best when its different units are used together.

Lore of Empire of Sonnstahl

Sunna Myth - Part One

The Sun Maiden came, in our time of greatest need. Let her mighty deeds be written here, that she might not pass out of memory, but be remembered evermore.

It was in the cold years, when the sun was pale and the summers were short, that the goddess came to us. In that time of darkness, the beasts of the wood, barbarians of the wastes and brutes of the mountains descended upon us, and we were swept before them as reeds before the flood. First to rise from the mass of foes was Bragh, the Black Bull, slayer of a hundred chieftains, shattering armour and bodies with his great mace.

The people of the Askar lay in the path of his westward rampage. Their King, Warin, saw all hope was lost. Still he marshalled ninety brave warriors to hold a ford over the river Gewache, and buy his people time to escape the approaching doom. The eve of the battle found him in a riverside shrine, deep in prayer. To Ullor, Father of Winter, he prayed for blizzards. To Volund, the Smith, he prayed for strength of arm and steel of spine. Finally, to Sunna, he prayed that his people would see another dawn. The alarm was raised as he finished railing at the silence of the gods; the beasts came as the daylight failed.

Each defender gave their life dearly. No man fell with his blade unblooded; a score of foes fell beneath their feet. Yet it was not enough, for Bragh then took the field. The Askar died to his mace, until only King Warin stood between the Black Bull and the western shore. Great horns gored valiant Warin’s horse, and a single blow shattered the King’s shield and arm both. The Bull stood ready to deliver the deathstroke, when a lone soldier leapt forward.

Helm dislodged, golden hair flowed to the warrior’s waist, Warin was stunned to see a woman plant her boots in the bloody water between King and Beast. Dwarfed by the Bull, even a brave Askar maiden could not hope to hold back that enemy. But at this moment, the dawn broke, with a fire not seen in a decade. A blinding blaze of light from the eastern horizon ignited her polished breastplate and sword. The brilliance staggered Bragh as the woman struck. The first blow cut through Bragh’s heel, bringing him crashing to one knee. The second sunk deep into his chest, drawing a roar of pain that shook the earth. The third and final blow drove straight between the monster’s open jaws, and into his skull.

As the Black Bull fell, the beasts fled. Though only one in nine survived, the King’s men rushed to Warin’s side, pulling him from the river to face his rescuer. All clamoured to know the name of their saviour, yet the King stilled them by falling to one knee. He knew that face, lit by the dawn’s glory, and knew his prayers had been answered. He offered her his sword, even as he spoke: "It is Sunna. She has come."

The Book of the Askar, Chapter One, taken from the Sunna Cycle

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