How's this for a motivation for a war like Zenith?  Shining Bright kind of woke me up and demanded that I write it.<br/><br/><br/>As the imaculate abot called for a moment of silence in contemplation of the right order of the universe and the violations of it represented by Ahlat and his 10,000 mortal brides, one of those brides stood from the congregation and bound to a pulpit.  "I am Shining Bright, and I have come here in peace to adress you, Abot, and the Imaculate Order, and the Leopard, and the representitves of the empress, may she live forever, and the loyal people of Harborhead.<br/><br/>"Whispers among the Brides of Ahlat warm that you contemplate the Blossoming of Sorrowful Violence against us for our loyalty to our husband, but I come in peace.  Whispers among the people of Harborhead speak of violence, tribe against tribe, mortal opressed against dragon blooded protector, Harborhead against Yane, and yet I stand for unity.<br/><br/>"To our north and west, great evils lurk.  Armies of beasts sally forth from the Nameless Lair of Mah Ha Suchi.  Thousands die to yearly to sate the hunger of the Queen of fangs, and a mountain of dead flesh, crawling with ghosts and zombies, sits above city of Thorns, once as loyal to the Realm as we of Harborhead still are...  For the momemt.<br/><br/>"So I call upon you all, chosen of the imaculate dragons and leaders of Harborhead, to cease your internal strife.  I call upon you all to march together as the glorious citizents of creation that we are against the enemies of all creation.  I call upon you all to show the gods in heaven and the citizents of the Realm, loyal and disloyal alike, how the Princes of Creation stand ready to lead us against Creations greatest foes and the warriors of Harborhead stand ready to follow with spears in hand and songs on our lips."<br/><br/>The Leopard trembled, and the satrap spat, and the abot made a gesture for the usurper to be interupted.<br/><br/>In moments, a dozen arrows flew at Shining Bright.  All flew true, all struck there mark, and all exploded against bare flesh momentarily hard as iron.  The bride of Ahlat blazed with the power of the Unconquered Sun as she bellowed, "Then you leave me no choice but to do myself that which is the duty of princes of creation.  Look to your duty, Dragon Blooded of the Realm, or look to your crowns, for who am I who have taken your duty not to take your crown?"