The civilized peoples of the south view the Bloodsworn as barbaric monsters, committing acts of bloody ruin in the name of some dark god. They see us as dumb and savage, living in huts and small villages. Let them think that. With the wrath of a thousand storms, the Bloodsworn begin their assault on the northern lands of the Undying Sun. Since almost all the Sun troops are fighting in India, we easily push deep into enemy lands, slaughtering the enemy. Rangers stationed in enemy territory (thanks for agreeing to let us build outposts Gamer) delay attempts at reinforcing the front with hit and run assaults, cutting down soldiers with deadly ease. The main target is to annex Korea and northern China, along with Undying holdings in Russia. Aiding our legions are our western kin, the Muscowvy. Though not as savage as our barbarians, they still fight with the same ferocity as our troops and are a vital asset in this war.Fear is our harbinger, and carnage is what we leave behind.
"They struck in the middle of the night, howling in their foul tongue like the half-demons they are. I watched a man be literally cut apart by a few of the barbarians, and saw a family be shot down by arrows that appeared from seemingly nowhere. These creatures, these men... nothing can stop them." - Survivor of one of the first attacks of the Undying Sun.