This was the ancient term for war in Edofasia. And throughout history this had proven true. For hundreds of years the Edofasians had struggled against imperial designs on their lands. At first it was small bands of gurrelia fighters. As the enemy marched deeper into their homes soon it became Clan backed Militas. And then came 1916. The E.N.A formed and Edofasia truly went to war. And it didn't end. For another 50 years it raged on until finally there was peace. Terra caught it's breath for a few decades. And peace was secure. The long winter faded to spring. However nothing lasts forever. An uprising began in the cold slopes of Lakedan. Alayka called for aid. And Edofasia. Desperate to keep the peace. Answered. Division after Division rolled north across the Great Northern Road. The rebellion was crushed swiftly. The people. Apprehensive at first. Began to welcome the E.N.A. after all. They had brought running water. Housing and enough food to feed everyone. But then they didn't leave. They waited to hear from the Alaykan government. But nothing came. After several weeks. Edofasia had the people choose. Join Edofasia or remain in limbo. The majority voted to join. This was met with rage from the Alaykan government. Which could be written off. However. The North began to stir. Novmir the land of the snow in the north. Long had they fought for their dying empire. Proud and bull headed. They desired to return to the days long past where they held the whole of the north. And now Edofasia stood in the way.