Two-hundred and Seven years ago, the Imperial Roaman Empire and the sovereign state of Equestria went to war. The details are trivial- the story pointless, as always. Waves of green balefire consumed the land, burning earth and razing cities as it went.
However, all darkness gives way to dawn eventually. Eighteen months before today, the heroine known as the Light Bringer gave Equestria its salvation- a second chance, obtained by tears and signed in blood. The hell of the wastes was lifted, if only partially.
To the south, though, chaos still reigned. After a period of battle and controversy, the warlike tribes of Northern Roam were left divided and hateful. The SPQR federation was shaken, and the most powerful clan nearly obliterated with the support of the Enclave. The clans were left to themselves, no longer subjugated by the Legion from the south or the pegasi.
And without a common enemy, they had nothing left to do but take up arms against one another. Spears were sharpened, swords polished, and guns loaded- the Third Clan War was imminent, upon them in all but formality.
And what, you ask, does this mean for a small band of semi-competent mercenaries?
Well, profit, of course. Saddle up, load down, and get ready.
It’s time for Step Three.
