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>The civilisation gets +6557 Population.
>The civilisation gets +1.0% Rate of Growth.
>The civilisation gets +0.05 Militarism.
>The civilisation gets +10 Health and Prosperity.
>The civilisation gets +5 Productivity.
>The civilisation gets -5 Cohesion and Happiness.
Once again, this widespread violence drags on for hours. It's a matter of attrition and endurance – though the Bruguvic technically suffer heavier losses, the Ancronic proportionately suffer more casualties than their foes. Nevertheless, the victor is decided by strength of will rather than strength of arm and this time, in spite of their losses, it is the people of Ancron who come out on top. The warriors of the Brulicruvic bravely hold the line against a barrage of blows from the never-hungry, while the auxiliaries harry their flanks and pick off the smaller mobs where they can. Eventually, the Bruguvic break and scurry away to their homes, where they hope to lick their wounds and gather their strength for another counter-offensive.
They aren't given the time that they need. The wounded are left behind with a few hundred auxiliaries to tend to them while the guardians of truth lead the rest of the host forward. They sweep over the remaining villages before they are able to coordinate another defensive effort and this time, after all of the bloodshed that the sisterhood inspired, they do not offer any priestesses they find a choice. The remaining drobrac are slain wherever they are found for their resistance, while the never-hungry flock that they led are allowed to join the fold, free from any consequence. They shall continue to lead lives of plenty, they are promised – they are simply expected to share the abundance that they enjoy with the rest of the Croglatol. That is all that shall be asked of them in return.
There is a sizeable minority among the Bruguvic that clings to the teachings of their deposed sisterhood and believe that the Ancronic shall invite another calamity with their hubris and warring ways, yet surprisingly, most of the never-hungry don't seem to mind the change in leadership. Some of them appreciate a return to the old ways, while others don't really care who's in charge as long they won't go hungry and don't have to endure more violence. In return, the never-hungry provide the Ancronic with much-needed relief in the form of sustenance. Clay pots full of dried beans and sealed jars laden with honey are ferried from the fertile south to the devastated west, which has been struggling to feed itself for some time. At last, its people might know freedom from hunger.
