All the mages of Radovid The Stern fled his realm. He was left with none. But, because of his stupidity, he forgot that magic can't be destroyed, and as long as there are babies flushing out of the vagina, then some will be born with magical properties. And sensitive to the world of magic. But where will these babies go?
After the war with the North fighting the invading force of Nilfgaard. Mages fled to every other realm. More so to the south. Some went north. After it all, Emperor Emhyr became more lax on his mages in his realm. Then a civil war broke out within Nilfgaard. The main issue was should the conquered territories remain annexed or should it go back to its freedom? One opposing side said "yes" the other "no." For it was very expensive to fund the "useless" territories conquered by Emhyr.
Not a while longer after the mysterious man killed The Emperor on a podium, the leaders of The Republic of Nilfgaard, one of the sides during the civil war, were mysteriously murdered. There was no rightful leader by blood lineage left. All except the son of Emhyr. With no more blood being spilled with the civil war over, the military, and the thirsty mages wanting to prove their might wanted another war. A campaign of vengeance toward Radovid and his ruthlessness. And a war they got…and war they fought, Alexander The Great style.
However, the question was, how should Lucas restart the war? Nilgaard had lost over one-hundred-thousand men fighting for his father. The mothers, sisters, and wives would conceivably say no to another war. But, Lucas was no fool, he understood humans too well. He received this talent from his father. Humans are willing to fight a war for capital gain if no soldiers die in the process. Ludicrous but very true.
Once Lucas had killed his father, he waited for the blood in Radovids realm to become hot. The Stern butchered without remorse making too many enemies with not enough soldiers. With more deaths, more people came to Nilfgaard for hospitality or asylum. The refugees were quite surprised at the sudden lax of The Sun's empire on magic. This and the explosion of popularity with a new famous school located on a mountain, near the border of Tousaint. Close enough to be near that beautiful land but far enough to not enter their providence.
People flocked to the school, for there was none in all the land, except for beyond Novigrad. The rest of the lands surrounding Radania were heavily influenced by the so-called Eternal Fire. After a mere seven months of political anarchy in Nilfgaard, Lucas decided to make his grand appearance.
The chess game was played by Radovid. He played as white, he made the first move. But with this first move, instead of moving a pawn, he moved a rook.
Because the army in Nilfgaard was practically depleted, The Stern met little resistance from local militia. There was a large meadow about twenty kilometers southwest of Brugge: which had fallen a few weeks before. There from the bountiful, glorious women posed to the previous emperor, the luxurious food, all this spoil led to a hugely constipated army. Encamped in a valley that had a few hills surrounding the region. If the next fort in Dillingen was taken, then Cintra was within Radovid's grasp and the rest of Black Sun's Empire.
And this my son is the power of magic in fantasy books. With a little bit of ingenuity in a fictional setting, magic has very, very little limits. It is almost limitless or...magical.
Around one in the morning when the soldiers were completely drunk and having trouble shitting from all the food they ate; our lord Lucas and his fanatical followers sat on a hill overlooking the valley.
"How do we do this my lord?" The one asking Lucas was a woman. Her voice was harsh, and her face was hardly visible under a black robe resembling their subtle positioning. "The breeze is light and there is no rain. Nor is there any mildew from the day before." Came the deep voice of the Son of Emhyr. Another follower in a black and gold trimmed robe approached from the rear. He was short. The dwarf pointed with his stubby hand towards a few hills surrounding the massive encampment. "If I may Anointed One, we have The Fanatical Eleven here, perhaps we could stand on these hills and gather enough wind too…" The dwarf became slightly hysterical rubbing his hands with many ringed gems together "use wind to flush them out with smoke." Lucas marveled "I appreciate being called a god, but I am useless without you. This is a torrific plan. We will use the elevation against them" Lucas held the dwarfs shoulder's together and looked him in the face. The dwarfs nose was twisted fully shielding his left nostril "this is it...the start of it all." He then positioned himself in front of all The Fanatical Eleven "this is it, the making of history, let us show them the errors of their ways. And how taking away the freedom to rightfully practice magic will be Radovid's demise….! Take two to each hill and block enough air to wear our enemies can't breath." They bowed and obeyed with pleasure.
This, this was surprisingly too easy: he thought. The enemy had no mages to counter them. They had their Eternal Fire priests, whatever magic they did, but they were more accustomed to genociding filthy humanoids. The blinding religion was their own doom.
Small clouds began to form around the valley. The meadow in of itself was the size of a few Vizima castles. The air began to become trapped, and the smoke from the fires slowly became more thick. Lucas twirled his hand above the camp trying to capture all the rising smoke from the thousands of camp fires. Slowly but surely a few other Fanatics helped as well with the large "cloud". The sky fell, and then they rained fire.