@Azash: In some distant future when I have the time (and commitment :p) Anyway, I think this discussion does not belong in this thread, so yeah.

Well I'll be waiting for the update to jump into this, in the mean time Ill be catching up on the current happenings and all that. Are there any other threads connected to this that I should know about or are pertinent to this?

~Thanks

Try the first thread (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=160323) of this very same NES! :D

EDIT: And yeah, go on and hang me. :p

EDIT2: Or try, I mean.

Hmmh, I guess I can write a story at some point.. I doubt I'll be much affected in the update anyways :p

I reject that, I was away, I told them not to make a move on the Lengels in my absence.....I had no input on that plan at all.

Okay, then, it still wasn't Iggy's fault, it was the fault of stupid allies.

I just noticed that the updates on the first thread lack titles! I guess you have the extra work you so desperately wanted, Iggy. :D Also, why is it that the Citadel has stopped their explorations eastwards? I bet I'm somewhere in the lower right corner of the map... :hmm:

They have titles. Check the update post in this thread.

Aww. Sorry to disappoint you, Iggy. :sad: I guess you will have to work on the update instead. :lol:

Oh, also, should the Merhai still exist after this update, I will take them back. If they don't... then I'll find some other place and take a wrathful vengeance upon it.

I would reccomend Guarela to newcomers or i would recommend creating a Bladeist state somewhere. With the Ascendancy's imminent demise, Bladeism will soon become the largest and strongest religion in the world and will be without a overbearing Big Brother-esque nation.

Long Live Bladeism, Religion of Kings and Culture!

Or just wait until the update. There's lots of national destruction and some creation this turn. But mostly destruction.

You said that to me last update!.. please include a list of NPC's this update? I'll definitly take one on.

I would reccomend Guarela to newcomers or i would recommend creating a Bladeist state somewhere. With the Ascendancy's imminent demise, Bladeism will soon become the largest and strongest religion in the world and will be without a overbearing Big Brother-esque nation.

Long Live Bladeism, Religion of Kings and Culture!

The Ascendancy is being destroyed, so Bladeism becomes stronger? I can follow the twisted "logic" here, but it's completely wrongheaded. :p

The Ascendancy is being destroyed, so Bladeism becomes stronger? I can follow the twisted "logic" here, but it's completely wrongheaded. :p

Are you kidding me? I'm the only one holding it back. Myocaca would be as great or greater than Ardan and Veritas if i hadn't dragged it along into those wars with me. I spread Bladeism, but thats pretty much all the Ascendancy under the Wilipi's have been good for.

Are you kidding me? I'm the only one holding it back. Myocaca would be as great or greater than Ardan and Veritas if i hadn't dragged it along into those wars with me. I spread Bladeism, but thats pretty much all the Ascendancy under the Wilipi's have been good for.

No, because Swade has also had this immensely destructive effect on the surrounding nations, as well. Nurmafer was a rising power, as was Emor; both were crushed. New Veritas has the power to become as powerful as Veritas of old, before the Bladeists attacked. Sure, Bladeism was bled white, but so was everyone else; only Khemri and Gorin remained outside of your warpath consistently, and so only they are doing well. Swade's wars are innately destructive, but they haven't held back Bladeism; on the contrary, if Swade didn't trying shoving its nose all over the world, Bladeism would be about the level of Aegypt: a single country or region's cult.

You forgot Guangfei in the Swade's wars of destruction ;)

You forgot Guangfei in the Swade's wars of destruction ;)

No he didn't; Guangfei has never been involved directly.

No he didn't; Guangfei has never been involved directly.

Check your tenses there. ;)

You forgot Guangfei in the Swade's wars of destruction ;)

Everyone forgets Guangfei. You need to actually do something with it before we remember it. :p

I went to war with you Alex?

Wha what??? :cry: WHY SWISS???

EDIT: If you and your allies survive this turn, the Fury of the Dragon will be unleashed upon you. :mad: Thousands will rise, as numerous as the blades of grass, to fight for the Son of Heaven!

Guangfei and the Swades have never fought. They had situations where they were on opposing sides (the Ozkir/Alatia/Buguan landgrab), but never an all-out war.

Landgrab is such a harsh word, we were aiding in the liberation of Buguan and look, they still exist unlike Ozkir :cool:

Iggy, you got my garbled messages about being NPC'ed next week right? :crazyeye:

Don't worry, you'll probably have time to send orders regardless, despite your trip to China.

Please, everyone knows that you made a pact with the devil alex and attempted the desperate rescue this turn :).


EDIT: If you and your allies survive this turn, the Fury of the Dragon will be unleashed upon you. Thousands will rise, as numerous as the blades of grass, to fight for the Son of Heaven!

Resumink updatten.

Resumink updatten.
Want to take a 5-minute break and send DipNES orders for England? ;)

Sorry, I'm in the updating zone (the place where I become a super-efficient updater. It takes me about half an hour to get into the mood). Busily doing details of the Battle for ________ and the recapture of ________.

Busily doing details of the Battle for ________ and the recapture of ________.

Khadon and Redemption. You know it's true. :D

Khadon and Redemption. You know it's true. :D

It would be a very strange recapture if it really happens, I'll tell you that. :p

What with the centuries of Swades living there and it being renamed and rebuilt and the lack of any Oneists near by....the lists goes on.

What with the centuries of Swades living there and it being renamed and rebuilt and the lack of any Oneists near by....the lists goes on.

Tellus has seen odder things. Such as entire civilizations which seem to have a somewhat disturbing love for sharp metal things.

Tellus has seen odder things. Such as entire civilizations which seem to have a somewhat disturbing love for sharp metal things.
OOC: Would you rather we loved two sticks that are crossed and some dirty hippie who may or may not have died on such a contraption?

Or is worshiping a little fat man who's belly should be rubbed for good luck better?

A dancing elephant suit your fancy?

Or perhaps we should wear tiny little hats upon our head and ritually cut our babies penises, to be normal of course.

To be more Tellus-ish, perhaps worshiping crystals and being obsessed with glass is better.

Or veil our women and blow ourselves up. I like that plan the best. ;)

Note: These are not my views on the above religions, nor a intended insult to them. I'm just trying to demonstrate how a lot of beliefs are pretty crazy.

What with the centuries of Swades living there and it being renamed and rebuilt and the lack of any Oneists near by....the lists goes on.

I was more referring to the fact that if it did get recaptured, it wouldn't be by me. :rolleyes:

OOC: Would you rather we loved two sticks that are crossed and some dirty hippie who may or may not have died on such a contraption?


For a second, I didn't realize you were talking about religion :).

:lol:

Good point Swiss.

So, will we see the update before or after global warming melts the Yukon into a giant puddle?

Would you rather we loved two sticks that are crossed and some dirty hippie who may or may not have died on such a contraption?

That's three sticks, Latinate heretic! :p

Anyway, what is interesting is that we have at least two major religions with a particular fascination with various mineral resources and products. I wonder if future multiversial culturologists would tie that to a particular importance of mining in this world (you know, like the "shepherd religions" were tied to the importance of cattle herding in the Middle East)?

The Yukon isn't that icy Thlayli.

At worst it will become completely glaciated again, or maybe turn into an arctic desert. :p

I worship fruit!

Thought I should get it out in the open before it became an "issue"

and i hate spam.... oh look... spam -_-

Hey, I'm going to write a story about how the worship of fruit evolved. Just need to sleep beforehand.

That will be an interesting story. And it will make Fairhelt sound somewhat ridiculous, IMHO.

Update progress and ETA? Just copy/paste the values on one of them panels for us. :p

What with the centuries of Swades living there and it being renamed and rebuilt and the lack of any Oneists near by....the lists goes on.

Centuries is more than a slight exaggeration. It fell in 1592, and it's currently 1677.

Note: These are not my views on the above religions, nor a intended insult to them. I'm just trying to demonstrate how a lot of beliefs are pretty crazy.

I know beliefs are crazy, but most of the religions you mentioned are focused on things other than what you mentioned; only Christianity actually holds the example that you said as a particularly important tenet of their religion. On the other hand, your religion is named after sharp things. If it were a small subset to the spiritual values, I could understand, but yours is so focused around the sharp things (as told by your religion's name) that it borders on nonsensical.

:lol: But, Swiss, you forgot a few.

How about the view that the entire universe is a simply a brute fact? The one that holds that it makes much more logical sense for the entirety of existence just happened to pop out of nonexistence than for there to be something that created that universe.

Then there's the one that holds that all scientific principles are infallible, when in fact any scientist worth his salt knows that all of science rests on first principles that are necessarily unprovable. Oh, and, as a corollary, that scientific principles hold in all cases... except one - that the universe required a cause.

Finally, there's the one where people actually believe that they can know for a fact that there exists no transcendent being! :lol: I know, its nuts, but people actually believe that they have the kind of knowledge necessary to know such a thing, essentially, transcendent knowledge of everything - knowledge only one being could even be thought to have.

Its a crazy, crazy world and silly people will accept all kinds of cracked ideas. Unexamined beliefs are hard to hold, but some people are just happy to rest in the knowledge they must be right. Make no mistake, theists and atheists alike commit the same Socratic sin, but when the dark forces of ignorance gather, the forces of reason must rally ;) Glad to see we're on the same side.

Make no attempt to place me, I claim Resident Gadfly status :p

I know beliefs are crazy, but most of the religions you mentioned are focused on things other than what you mentioned; only Christianity actually holds the example that you said as a particularly important tenet of their religion. On the other hand, your religion is named after sharp things. If it were a small subset to the spiritual values, I could understand, but yours is so focused around the sharp things (as told by your religion's name) that it borders on nonsensical.

LC: Not all Christians share that love of crossed sticks ;)

LC: Not all Christians share that love of crossed sticks ;)

Like whom? Iconoclasts? Even the originally iconoclast Protestants have mostly abandoned the position. It's a central tenet of nearly all Christianity.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (www.mormon.org)

The link explains some basic beliefs. We hold that the faith of the members is our symbol, rather than a cross.

The point being that the man dying on the cross was important to their religion, where as carrying around Buddha statues or veiling women are not central to their respective faiths.

Ah

I saw it as more of as Swiss' objectifying religions, and me being nitpicky in the sense that we have no object but are sitll Christian. A little humor. I do understand your point, however.

I didn't mean to insult anyone, and i am not an atheist. I'm Catholic. But i was just pointing out the inherent sillyness in the beleifs of most religions.

And Blades are central because they provide protection and sustance and a connection to the Blademaster, who is very Shiva(the Shivaism one) in nature.

Oh, and Das, I agree with your view on the Mining things thing. I think its funny you pointed that out, because it seems true.

I'm not offended at all

It's not easy to offend someone with a religious backround like mine ;)

I'm just waiting for the "Cult of the 7 Dwarves" to pop up

So, what are the chances of the update being finished this weekend?

Same as me doing my dissertation rather than create a NES.. oh wait...

For some odd reason, people harbored grudges against lone travelers with long grey beards, leaning on sticks, and spouting aphorisms at small children while muttering to themselves. So Hammen did the only sensible thing, and shaved his beard. They still looked at him warily, but at least innkeepers didn’t lie about the available rooms now, and people were content to talk, if quietly, when he was around.

Unfortunately, beard or no, it seemed like no one would approach him on this road. Perhaps that had something to do with no one else being on the road, but it amused him to consider the remote possibility that they were all simply avoiding him. In any case, it was somewhat worrying–without a decent mirror, or indeed, even a standing pool of water, he hadn’t been able to shave in quite a while (shaving blindly with a straight razor being one of the various ways of suicide in the elder days), his beard was growing back. So when he did get to some civilized place...

He sighed, and paused on his travels. The road seemed longer than it had ever been before. That was the people, no doubt. The lack of people. As he sat on a roadside rock (perhaps this was what the Gorinese called an inn?), contemplating an innocent grasshopper, he wondered for the first time if there was some reason why the people had all gone, and if maybe it was a good idea to get off of the road himself...

Hammen got up again, and started to walk in the long direction northward. Even with his deafness, he heard the battle, but it didn’t worry him much. The staff, after all, was a cleverly concealed sword, and he was well practiced in his swordsmanship. Of course, he had forgotten that he had lost the sword-staff some time ago, but that barely bothered him when he did realize it: no doubt the soldiers would be a bit busy, and the fact that he was moving so slowly would blind them to him. Or some such nonsense.

Then he remembered that he was a New Eldist, and couldn’t fight them anyway. Recalling how he had become a master swordsman was too much work, so he shook his head and walked on.

When he did get among them, the sword sounds had stopped, and now only wounded and dying were there. Either the entire forces had been slain, or the victors had left their own wounded. With gear on. Most curious.

He stooped to minister to one, but that one saved his hands feebly, moaning about “demons”, so he moved onto the next one, who was a little more grateful.

So when he reached the Citadel, weeks later, he looked somewhat more ragged and irritable, and meanwhile had around twenty new disciples trailing along behind him. Not bad, for a random hermit walking through the southeast of Gorin.

OOC: Note that the above story is partly a lesson in why people who don't have a sense of humor shouldn't attempt it, and also an implied threat that I'll continue if Iggy doesn't post the update, which just became an explicit threat.

Nice story!

Some took her at her word. Others didn’t. It made little difference to Samia. Truth be told, it was a wonder anyone listened to lonely travelers on the road these days. Samia had heard tales spun wilder in the past year than in all her life before combined. As far as she could remember, which wasn’t very far. In any case, she was proud to have convinced a young pair of nobles and their entourage fled from Ardan that she was the exiled Empress of Kelios, now penniless and alone. Of course, if years of experience in wandering had taught her one thing, it was that nobles were more gullible than the common folk. As anyone could believe Kelios had empresses!

Still, not anyone could sidle up to a nobleman’s wagon while swathed in ragged, ruined shawls and convince the guileless lord and lady of her imperial claims. She was proud of her ability and even more proud of the hot soup they had offered. Some still cling to her front, but she paid it no mind. Men did not look at crones, even those who had once been as beautiful as she.

Her feet took her closer and closer to the border with Veritas. She meant no business in Veritas, same as anywhere else, no business but avoiding the hustle and bustle of the cities, and the fear of being recognized. There were those even here whose eyes could flare up with comprehension, knowledge of who she had been. She could not shake this feeling though she herself was no longer certain who she had been.

Yet tonight she would spend apart from her demons. They paced the roads behind, hiding in the deepest recesses of her mind when she turned to look, yet off the road she was safe, for a time. No one wandered these paths, none but refugees, and those were become fewer and further between. None to see her.

It suddenly struck her that she had not been as careful as she should have been, not as cautious. The thought of hot food had driven her to the Ardanese nobles, but even they might have recognized her. Might have been a follower in disguise, feigning aristocracy to uncover what had been lost. Or perhaps one of the servants. There had been a little slip of a girl, hardly past her thirteenth name day to be sold. A filthy practice of the Chanc, and she had known the girl to be Chanc at first sight. Had the girl known? The girl was no fool Ardanese noble.

She must be more mindful. Hide the brush so that none can see. Sleep in the day and walk in the night. Do not approach caravans but at the greatest need. Travel west. That was all Samia could remember, could truly remember, and that was what she would do.




And the significance of this story? Possibly nothing. Think of it as a response to NK's story and another tale born of boredom.

I didn't mean to insult anyone, and i am not an atheist. I'm Catholic. But i was just pointing out the inherent sillyness in the beleifs of most religions.

And I'm not insulting you. Nor was I upset. I was just pointing out the inherent silliness in most beliefs, religious or not ;) As for religions, a lot of them look silly on their face (Bladeism including), but make a lot more sense when you look at underlying reasons (Blades being vitally important to people leaving in a lush area in need of clearing; warfare's centrality to the people; etc)

And Blades are central because they provide protection and sustance and a connection to the Blademaster, who is very Shiva(the Shivaism one) in nature.

While it may seem silly when you first think about it, Bladeism is not quite so ridiculous. It reminds of Samurai beliefs concerning the spirituality of the sword and its importance in a warrior's religious life.

Ardanese noble.


O.o.

#1- Ardan. Its just an adjective. Don't hate it.

#2- What nobles? There is no such thing as, Ardan (at least the Davian portion) is quite a poor land. War isn't nice, you know.

And I'm not insulting you. Nor was I upset. I was just pointing out the inherent silliness in most beliefs, religious or not ;) As for religions, a lot of them look silly on their face (Bladeism including), but make a lot more sense when you look at underlying reasons (Blades being vitally important to people leaving in a lush area in need of clearing; warfare's centrality to the people; etc)



While it may seem silly when you first think about it, Bladeism is not quite so ridiculous. It reminds of Samurai beliefs concerning the spirituality of the sword and its importance in a warrior's religious life.
Why thank you :)

NOW ANSWER MY DIPLO YOUR HOLINESS!!!!!

O.o.

#1- Ardan. Its just an adjective. Don't hate it.

#2- What nobles? There is no such thing as, Ardan (at least the Davian portion) is quite a poor land. War isn't nice, you know.

Isn't Ardan a city?

There will always be wealthy people, even when most of the land is torn apart by war. Plus, this is not in Davar.

O.o.

#1- Ardan. Its just an adjective. Don't hate it.

#2- What nobles? There is no such thing as, Ardan (at least the Davian portion) is quite a poor land. War isn't nice, you know.
Since when do nobles have to be rich? (See: Versailles)

Ardan is Ardan. Noun, adjective, maybe even a verb in the future ;). What I mean is that there is no "Ardanese", nor is there any other subsitute but the long ones. Davian, Arcadian, or Orum for specific, or just plain Ardan (as in Ardan nobles do not exist in general.) And yes, that makes the fifth time I'm having this rant.

Second, I quote than in all her life before combined. As far as she could remember, which wasn’t very far. In any case, she was proud to have convinced a young pair of nobles and their entourage fled from Ardan that she was the exiled Empress of Kelios, now penniless and alone.

Ardan, as the nobles have "fled from Ardan", is a city located in Davar. As having just been occupied (and a large number of people fled from it to the other regions of the Union), I assume you were speaking of the city- and not a couple of nobles who have appearntly fled the entire country to what- Kalmar? ("Her feet took her closer and closer to the border with Veritas.", and I assume she can't walk on water.)

Sure there are some wealthy people, but the wealth is cemented in the hands of a very small minority when you speak of Ardan. Remember, Ardan is a limited autocracy- even under loose terms, barely 3% of the pop can be called "nobles". And these "nobles"- having wealth, if at all, would more than likey be Pirian and strictly Davian. What use would they have with a pagan girl with a funny accent? Davians are not known for their generoisty, after all.

I'm merely trying to prevent all the barbs aimed at my people. And, lastly, I'd like to point out that any Davian can be convinced that Kelios has an empress- very little is known about the world south of Tir, as Ardan's focus has been (greatly) drawn to her west for the last couple centuries.

Since when do nobles have to be rich? (See: Versailles)

Who says poor has to be a monetary value?

I think you're trying to make a good story into a socio-economic analysis of the realities of Tellus. It doesn't usually work.

The update IS coming this weekend.

In the next hour?

He had known it all along.

Had known how they would react, how they would judge, how they would stab their stubby fingers in their usual accusing way. It could be expected, from those southern barbarians, as they had done all along. Accusations and lies fell daily to the boy's ears, daily as the standard misconceptions were flung toward the northern lands.

They were well known within the Crest[1]- their kind had long trodded the snowy roads, had long visited in order to sell their poor crafts. Ever since the city's founding- and their ships had wound up floating much farther north than they could ever imagine- they had always came. The draw of the city, was, said by many who passed through its gates, strong enough to draw their greatest critic- and the weakest barbarian. It was, after all, through Vael Dash that the East could travel West.[2]

The girl was no different than the others who attempted to leech off the better. As sly as they all thought they were, as if hidden by some magical veil that gave them the ability to hide their origins. She had slunk towards the wagon with the faintest of intentions before spinning her tales of pity. Deep down, the boy could tell that she was different- well not so much different than not the same.

It was, in his best opinion, her skin that gave it all away. It had taken less than a second to eliminate all chance of the girl being a simple Arcadian- her skin was too dark for the northern climate. Likewise, She didn't possess the common bloodline of the eastern portions to be Davian[3]- her hair was as light as the morning's breath. She might have been Tuatha- were it not for the way she carried herself. No, the boy judged after a bit, she was more exotic than the immediate barbarians.

He listened carefully as she spun her web of lies, how her careful demenor alway seemed to slip as her eyes darted around the road. The boy grinned as the girl- dressed in common rags reserved to the poorest of the fools- proclaimed herself an exiled empress. The acted before he could resist, quickly crossing the road from his camp to aid his leige.

The boy tapped the lord on his shoulder, quietly diverting his attention away from the eoxtic specimen. The girl failed to take notice, too engorged in the simple meal provided (generously) to her- long had it been since she had had a decent meal, it appeared. The boy whispered careful instructions into the noble's ear, taking no pause after he finished. The boy quickly returned ot his post at the fornt of the caravan, scouting out any danger for his leige.

The noble's wife carried on her conversation- carefully picking up the way the girl prounced the various phrases ("more, please" beign one) with a hideous accent- the tongue rounded far too much to ever be considered "civilized". But, depsite her accent and all, the man smiled and poured the girl another bowl of the fresh soup. Greedily finishing this one also, the girl added on a dragged out "thank you" and made for the road once more.

The boy grinned as the the girl slunk away, a drunken smile slowly taking root on her face. She slinked off to the bushes, dragging her body as she fought off the sudden tides that seemed to carry her away. Deciding it unworth the effort, the girl brushed some fo the foilage out of her way and prepared to strech out alongside the road. Darkness took root as she fell alseep- no more than a dozen leagues from when she had begun her tirade.

Just minutes later, after the sedative had fully take effect, the boy paid the servant her due. With a heavier coinbag, the Chanc danced her way off into the night as the ropes were tightened. The boy grinned as the proverb flashed through his head : "Beware the money-hungry."

[1]Crest- Name for Vael Dash, "Crested Tide" being the name of the city.
[2]East....West- Generally, most ships (Davain at least) dock in Vael Dash before crossing the Exodian sea- for a number of reasons. To restock, avoid the colder northern currents, and to in general the remaining tensions with Norvalin.
[3]Bloodline- Due to isolation, much of the variants common in other lands is absent form the Davian genepool. Most of the population possess darker hair (with a very few number that have Valin traces being lighter) and are of smaller stock.

No. By Monday (Easter Long Weekend).

Ardan, as the nobles have "fled from Ardan", is a city located in Davar. As having just been occupied (and a large number of people fled from it to the other regions of the Union), I assume you were speaking of the city- and not a couple of nobles who have appearntly fled the entire country to what- Kalmar? ("Her feet took her closer and closer to the border with Veritas.", and I assume she can't walk on water.)

She is in what is left of Ardan, on Kelios's continent.

Sure there are some wealthy people, but the wealth is cemented in the hands of a very small minority when you speak of Ardan. Remember, Ardan is a limited autocracy- even under loose terms, barely 3% of the pop can be called "nobles". And these "nobles"- having wealth, if at all, would more than likey be Pirian and strictly Davian. What use would they have with a pagan girl with a funny accent? Davians are not known for their generoisty, after all.

Even the very wealthy are sometimes generous, if they can be convinced of tales. War tends to make the survivors more kindly. In any case, I don't think you can speak for every single person in your nation.

I'm merely trying to prevent all the barbs aimed at my people.

There are no barbs being aimed at your people. This is just some old and crazy woman ranting.

And, lastly, I'd like to point out that any Davian can be convinced that Kelios has an empress- very little is known about the world south of Tir, as Ardan's focus has been (greatly) drawn to her west for the last couple centuries.

Yet there has been trade between the nations further east and Ardan for decades as well, so at least some Ardan (that sounds stupid) ... Ardanese should be aware of foreign situations. In any case, the woman is old and crazy. She could right or she could be wrong. You're reading too much into things and taking too much offense.

Who says poor has to be a monetary value?

What else? Are your nobility spiritually poor?

:lol: But, Swiss, you forgot a few.

How about the view that the entire universe is a simply a brute fact? The one that holds that it makes much more logical sense for the entirety of existence just happened to pop out of nonexistence than for there to be something that created that universe.

Then there's the one that holds that all scientific principles are infallible, when in fact any scientist worth his salt knows that all of science rests on first principles that are necessarily unprovable. Oh, and, as a corollary, that scientific principles hold in all cases... except one - that the universe required a cause.

Finally, there's the one where people actually believe that they can know for a fact that there exists no transcendent being! :lol: I know, its nuts, but people actually believe that they have the kind of knowledge necessary to know such a thing, essentially, transcendent knowledge of everything - knowledge only one being could even be thought to have.

Its a crazy, crazy world and silly people will accept all kinds of cracked ideas. Unexamined beliefs are hard to hold, but some people are just happy to rest in the knowledge they must be right. Make no mistake, theists and atheists alike commit the same Socratic sin, but when the dark forces of ignorance gather, the forces of reason must rally ;) Glad to see we're on the same side.

Make no attempt to place me, I claim Resident Gadfly status :p

When we reach the era of enlightenment our nations' scholars are going to be at each other's throats :D

She is in what is left of Ardan, on Kelios's continent.

Arcadia.

Even the very wealthy are sometimes generous, if they can be convinced of tales. War tends to make the survivors more kindly. In any case, I don't think you can speak for every single person in your nation.

Good thing I'm going for generalities, then?

There are no barbs being aimed at your people. This is just some old and crazy woman ranting.

I thought she was young?

Yet there has been trade between the nations further east and Ardan for decades as well, so at least some Ardan (that sounds stupid) ... Ardanese should be aware of foreign situations. In any case, the woman is old and crazy. She could right or she could be wrong. You're reading too much into things and taking too much offense.


Around two hundred years, to be specific (around the time of Arcaida's founding.) And no, Ardanese is like Davarian- incorrect. People from France are French, people from England are English, and people from Ardan are Ardan. Ardanese is such an ugly word.

Btw, have you met me? Seriously, go have a chat with alex or Moose :).

Prophecy

Evern IV was tossing and turning in bed, having a nightmare. There were millions of Bladiests just killing each other. And then the Blademaster came down and was talking to himself about how to turn off something called the "Dream Enterer and Disguise Kit". Suddenly, the Blademaster turned into a little person dressed in green and the battlefield turned into a white room

"Who are you" asked Evern, utterly confused

The little green-clothed person just handed Evern a note, and then Vanished.

Evern woke up in a sweat with a note in his hand. He opened the note...it was on some wierd kind of paper he'd never seen before. He looked down and began to read it

Dear Evern IV,

You're f*cked.

Sincerely,
Swissempire, Leader of the Leperchauns

P.S. Good job on the Evil Killings and mass genocide though. Touche

Around two hundred years, to be specific (around the time of Arcaida's founding.) And no, Ardanese is like Davarian- incorrect. People from France are French, people from England are English, and people from Ardan are Ardan. Ardanese is such an ugly word.

Look at your own examples. People aren't usually called by the name of their nation. Perhaps instead of "Ardan", Ardanii? Ardent? Ardic? Ardian? Ardii? Ardish? Ardanner? Ard? Ardannian? Arduguese? Aardvarks?

:lol:

Aardvark forces are attacking sir! They want our insects!

Here's something to help. Sure, you could go for Ardan and say it's Ard with -an as a suffix.

Look at your own examples. People aren't usually called by the name of their nation. Perhaps instead of "Ardan", Ardanii? Ardent? Ardic? Ardian? Ardii? Ardish? Ardanner? Ard? Ardannian? Arduguese? Aardvarks?

*sigh*

Attack the Hippie day here already? My point was that you can not make and generalization on the adjective for people. You simply can't add "ese" or "ian" to the end of every bloody word and be satisfied. "Ardanese" is such an ugly word, and I don't realloy see what the whole deal about "Ardan" is. "Three million Ardan soldiers attack Merhai". See? It works fine.

EDIT: I am perfectly happy with my adjective.

translation issues between languages used in Khemri force me to use Ardanese

Apologies.

At least Ardan makes sense, I've never understand how you get Dutch from Holland or Netherlands

Attack the Hippie day here already? My point was that you can not make and generalization on the adjective for people. You simply can't add "ese" or "ian" to the end of every bloody word and be satisfied. "Ardanese" is such an ugly word, and I don't realloy see what the whole deal about "Ardan" is. "Three million Ardan soldiers attack Merhai". See? It works fine.

No, it doesn't. If you wanted to do that, then you'd have to go Union of the Ardan or some such thing. For example, Merhai is the name of the people, because the nation is the Republic of the Merhai. Yours is just the Union of Ardan, implying Ardan is a place, therefore the people should be different. And "Ardan soldiers" sounds wrong.

No, it doesn't. If you wanted to do that, then you'd have to go Union of the Ardan or some such thing. For example, Merhai is the name of the people, because the nation is the Republic of the Merhai. Yours is just the Union of Ardan, implying Ardan is a place, therefore the people should be different. And "Ardan soldiers" sounds wrong.

Stop telling him how to call his own people. Davar and Arcadia are the places Ardan is just the name of the union.

*sigh*

Are we really having this arguement?

In order to get the whole "Ardan" issue, you have to know where it comes from. Yes, Ardan is a place- its the capital. Yes, its also included in the name of the nation- The Union of Ardan (referring to the city). However, you have to understand the underlying fact of Ardan- its a religious center, mixed with other forms to make the city. You don't declare something is Romanese do you? Jerusalemian? Meccite? They all have their own names- names missing the standard endings.

Remember, we're talking english here- not everything has to be perfect in this tongue. Rather than all the obvious choices, the most annoying one was chosen.

Btw, "Ardani" is used to reffer to the inhabitants of the city of Ardan, with Ardan referring to the collective whole. *sigh* If it'll get you people to leave me alone, I'll change it to Ardani (for the whole), and Ardanic to the city.

There- happy? I now have to change my name to The Ardanic Union.

No, actually, I think NK makes sense.

I mean, the United States of America, right? You can substitute "Union" for "United States" to get the "Union of America".

But we don't run around calling ourselves America. >:|

I mean, even Canadian makes more sense, because at least the name changes! (although I think we should all start calling Canada Canadian :D)

Are we really having this arguement?

Yes. Names don't make sense unless they sound right. If they don't, they quickly become disused.

In order to get the whole "Ardan" issue, you have to know where it comes from. Yes, Ardan is a place- its the capital. Yes, its also included in the name of the nation- The Union of Ardan (referring to the city). However, you have to understand the underlying fact of Ardan- its a religious center, mixed with other forms to make the city. You don't declare something is Romanese do you? Jerusalemian? Meccite? They all have their own names- names missing the standard endings.

You don't call it Rome, or Jerusalem. That's a Mecca sentence, there. :p If Ardan is the city, then you would add something onto Ardan.

You don't call it Rome, or Jerusalem. That's a Mecca sentence, there. If Ardan is the city, then you would add something onto Ardan.

But you don't throw the boring old endings on either.

EDIT: And why aren't you on AIM NK? I have news that I need to bash into your head if you'll be playing Merhai again :)

translation issues between languages used in Khemri force me to use Ardanese

Apologies.

*sigh*

Due to the horrendous efforts of translating, your nation will simply be reffered to as the United KKK in Ardan from now on. Sorry.

@emu

I can clear up the Dutch/Netherlands/Holland thing.

Link. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netherlands_%28terminology%29)

*sigh*

Due to the horrendous efforts of translating, your nation will simply be reffered to as the United KKK in Ardan from now on. Sorry.

hey I don't care what you call MY nation. just don't see the problem with other people calling you different things :p

Translations sometimes substitute the original names anyway see Istanbull.

I have to side with Darkening on this one. My people are the Swade, who's capital city is Swade and who live in the Swade Ascendancy. I would hate to be called Swadish or Swadrian or Swadine or something like that.

That said, Ardanese is not an ugly word, though Ardanite is cool as well.

Swade Ascendancy is like "Roman Empire" and your people have always been caleld the "Swade." The Capital name is a little weirder, but I think yours is somewhat different.

Also, if we ever find out you exist, we shall be calling you Artanoi because no one will care what we call you.

In order to get the whole "Ardan" issue, you have to know where it comes from. Yes, Ardan is a place- its the capital. Yes, its also included in the name of the nation- The Union of Ardan (referring to the city). However, you have to understand the underlying fact of Ardan- its a religious center, mixed with other forms to make the city. You don't declare something is Romanese do you? Jerusalemian? Meccite? They all have their own names- names missing the standard endings.

Yay! Pointless argument!

But the examples you cite do add endings. Rome/Roma -> Roman/Romanus. Mecca/Makkah -> Meccan/Makkiyy. Jerusalem... what would you call a person from Jerusalem? Not "a Jerusalem", I'm sure. (In Latin, it would be Hierosolymnanus, but I don't think that counts.)

There- happy? I now have to change my name to The Ardanic Union.

You don't have to change the name. It's still the Union of [centered on] Ardan. Ardan is a noun there, not an adjective.

Just leave it alone, if he wants to be an Ardan, let him be an Ardan.

I have to side with Darkening on this one. My people are the Swade, who's capital city is Swade and who live in the Swade Ascendancy. I would hate to be called Swadish or Swadrian or Swadine or something like that.

Swade Ascendancy is the equivalent in English of saying "Ascendancy of the Swade", not "Ascendancy of Swade" (like "Union of Ardan"), which would imply that Swade was a ruler or a city, not a people. Thus, "the Swade" are the people, but "Ardan" is not.

But you don't throw the boring old endings on either.

Yes you do. Roman. Meccan.

EDIT: And why aren't you on AIM NK? I have news that I need to bash into your head if you'll be playing Merhai again :)

There's no guarantee the Merhai will still exist, and besides, I may settle on starting anew.

Yes you do. Roman. Meccan.


Ardann? Ardanan? Don't hardly work. :p If he wants to call his people the Ardan, let him, and let him refer to them how he wants. It is, after all, only a game.


Iggyyyyyy...the sooner you post this update, the sooner I can join the NES and stop being a lurker!

Good grief... it's nearly finished.

Sorry, my family has been using the updating computer for the last few hours, so I had to work remotely.

You could have just killed your family. Nobody would hold it against you.

Well, good luck, Iggy! No pressure!

The thumbs, they twiddle.

You could have just killed your family. Nobody would hold it against you.

My mom saw that. She's not pleased.

I'm off my updating computer. Once I'm back on it, I can post the update.

Time frame? So your mom knows you NES?

Yes. She says it's consuming my life. So does my dad. :p

Take your time with the update, and tell your parents that its better than freezing your butt off counting the trees in the Yukon:p

Yes. She says it's consuming my life. So does my dad. :p

I wonder why parents claim these crazy assertions. Just because I spend more time on the NESing forum then anything else does not mean that it is consuming my life :p

I don't tell mine for the reason that they wouldn't understand the knowledge I learn from it and say its something I should quit. They do ask why I spend hours on the computer though.

My Social Studies marks have moved from mid-eighties to high nineties since I started NESing, I usually use that as my argument.

I hope that I am not disappointed tommorrow morning....

By the way, would you like the humble players to take this opportunity to spam slightly with blessing to get you to the top of the next page for your supposedly glorious update post? Only three more following mine are required...

Here's hoping I don't die...the story arcs for another exodus would probably kill me. :p Not to mention, I won't have one. :rolleyes:

Oh Lord Iggy we praise you. Finish the update for which I sent orders for on March 16th.

will the update be tonight? like... in a few minutes?

My sister's not getting off the computer... but it will happen tonight.

Do what I always do. Irritate her.

edit edit, nothin here

slay her *shifty eyes* he he he

You're not helping.

You know the worst part is when you are a second rate power who sent orders assuming he'd have only a week before he would be able to rectify the situation he was throwing himself in :p

You people are so awesome!

My sister's not getting off the computer... but it will happen tonight.

How late, Iggy? 2359 hours? :3

I do believe Iggy won't meet his deadline of tonight.

Update 26- Years 1677 to 1730: The Sun Sets

Yathai has settled almost all of the available land around it. It is increasingly coming into conflict with the barbarians to their south. Attempts to civilize and convert them remain difficult and generally fail. The people are frustratingly stubborn, for reasons that the leaders of Yathai remain unsure of.
(-500 Spearmen)

Syracia has launched a quick campaign to destroy an isolated Ida’an’i’i pirate group on the mainland, suffering barely any casualties. It then launched a strike against one of the large pirate islands. Initially, the attack went well. The pirates were quickly pushed back, and eventually forced off the island with several quick battles. The island was secured, and supplies kept flowing, despite several concerted efforts to break the Syracian navy by the pirates.

With its naval dominance now confirmed by its recent victories, Syracia now began to explore into the archipelago- although not far, as the isolated exploring parties are vulnerable to raids.

A second offensive has begun further into the archipelago, and is so far successful, though the defenders are providing to be much more prepared and difficult this time.
(-10 Galleys, -1000 Axemen)

Being both a center of agriculture and production, and a major base for campaigns against the pirates, Ean Samhradh has become an economically strong and important city.

Trade attempts with Kelios have been made with the construction of a road to the border, but they have not yet been reciprocated by an increasingly militaristic Kelios.
(+Ean Samhradh Economic Center)

Kelios has been, as said just a moment ago, growing increasingly militaristic in response to the recent resurgence of the Divotheists and the threat of the Tsayan barbarians in the north.

Campaigns up the Allan river have brought Kelios’ borders up to those of the Tsayans. Outposts have been set up as an early warning system against possible attacks. Already they have succeeded in defusing a few possibly dangerous raids down into Kelios.

Both Kelios and Syracia have expelled all Divotheist missionaries from their countries, further omens of impending trouble for their western neighbours.

In more peaceful news, Kelios has completed the Cenotaph, and Aldis is restored to most of its original glory.

It appears that the Alse and Atheists fears were well-founded. Riding on a wave of Divotheist resurgence, Justok Nictuma and the leaders of Chancotol’s Merchant Council have officially merged their nations into one simply referred to by the hybrid name of ‘Chancosanx’, with its capital at Sobol. Alse was outlawed, though this was not strongly enforced. Practitioners of the faith were fined, but nothing else. This nation clearly doesn’t want to cause a conflict with Kelios.

But just in case the situation should come to that, several fortresses were built near the Kelios border.

Shortly after the union of the two Divotheist states, a book, the Logari Ixpurazi, was written, detailing all of the different forms of Divotheist worship.
(+Confidence)

Chief Kenna has outlawed Pirian Oneism within his nation. Several acts against Pirians took place. Those who could escape fled by various means to Arcadia. Others weren’t so lucky and were forced to fight against their oppressors. Finding victory impossible after a quick series of defeats at Nog and Murias, the remaining Pirians in the country fled to the north, where they set up a loose-coalition which holds out to this day.
(-500 Tuatha Swordsmen, +2000 Davian Volunteers (Battle-Ready Pirian Tuatha who fled to them)

Adar has formally united its nation with its conquests in Zemora. Possibly taking a subconscious hint from Chancotol and Sanx, it hybridized its name to Zamdar.

Bi and multilingualism is being encouraged, and cultural exchanges are going both ways. Pleased with Zemora’s calming influence on Adar, the Citadel has finally lifted its half-hearted blockade, allowing Adar back out into the world at large. Traditionalists in what is now known as the Province of Adar are horrified at what is happening, but they are a dying breed. The new generation of Zamdar is more tolerant and worldly than any that has ever lived in Malkavia or Adar in the past.

From a preliminary look, Zamdar seems to be leaning more towards the Khemri bloc than Veritas and its allies, though it has not made any official statements or actions yet.

Malereficar has expanded its territory and army, but little else.

Gamorrea has attempted to improve the economy of the impoverished regions of former Malkavia, but the area is still largely unproductive. Despite this, the city of Barakuir is showing some promise, should more investment be put into it.

Much more interesting than minor economic development is the massive religious upheaval that is sweeping the country. Centuries of settlement and pacifist existence (save the constant campaign against the northern barbarians) had allowed New Eldism to flourish in the country. Strengthening friendship with the small and advanced nation cemented the mix of faiths. However, the more orthodox and traditionalist inhabitants of the north, who maintained a nomadic lifestyle of hunting and fighting, were sickened by the ‘mass heresy’ in the south.

This simmering distrust was both augmented and reduced by the rise of Temuj Azgorra as leader of the Zam council. He devised a pragmatic faith uniting the beliefs of Gooranism with those of New Eldism, turning a violent tradition and a knowledge-seeking tradition into a hybrid middle ground of defensive nationalism and the pursuit of prosperity.

The new faith Gorrahnism, quickly gained some popularity, but it remains a minority, followed primarily in the more cosmopolitan south. Many New Eldists maintain their faith, and many of the northern Gamorreans have strengthened their current beliefs to counter those of their southern bretheren. However, no bloodshed has been caused, which given the potentially volatile situation is a victory in itself.

Due to its close relationship with the Citadel, Gamorrea has advanced into the Imperial Age
(Citadel of Knowledge and Gamorrea Enter Imperial Age)

Fairhelt’s shockingly fast advance into Merhai continued to within only a few day’s march from the capital city, Kaliai. A few fortifications delayed them, but not severely. But shortly into their assault upon the final fortress (though the shoddy, jury-rigged structure barely deserved that title), a totally new force entered the conflict.

3000 Iron Face cavalry smashed into Fairhelt’s flank. Having no experience fighting with or against light cavalry, the army was confused, scattered, and nearly annihilated, while inflicting minimal damage upon their attackers.

Taking a breath of relief, Merhai managed to send a few hundred soldiers to help, but their military and limited manpower were bled as white as the snow that covered much of their nation.

Realizing that Fairhelt would win by attrition, a counteroffensive was launched, to help force them to peace negotiations or possibly even turn the war back in Merhai’s favour.

The Iron Face cavalry led the attack back towards the inland sea, but they were soon met by a fresh Fairhelt army led by Arok, the son of the recently deceased Saro (A name usually followed by glorious titles such as ‘The Conqueror’). Arok needed no such label, his goal was clear enough to need no description in his name: To bring an end to Merhai, the one tribe with the nerve to refuse unification with Fairhelt during the great amalgamation of northern tribes several centuries earlier.

Biographical details aside, this force was both fresh and prepared to fight highly mobile forces. Huge numbers of military Ramids were used to drive off and break enemy formations, and large, heavy shields were provided to the several thousand spearmen in Fairhelt’s army.

Both forces were stalled, and skirmish warfare slowly wore away at them.

But while this took place, a force of thousands of axemen and dozens of Wooly Ramids slipped around through the northern reaches of Merhai and launched a daring strike on Kaliai from the Northeast. The small garrison was overcome, and the council was captured. A peace was signed, and the nation officially became a region of Fairhelt.

Most of the nation collapsed into chaos, to be later captured by Fairhelt or pledge allegiance to Gamorrea. Only the forces alongside the Iron Faces retained a semblance of order.

The force which had captured Kalia swung around to the north and advanced on the Iron Faces, surrounding much of the force. Many of the cavalrymen were not caught, of course, and tried to break the encirclement from the outside, but they were eventually dealt with by Fairhelt’s seemingly unlimited supply of Ramids, or by hypothermia and starvation if they tried to flee to the south (where they would be of far greater use to Khagan Khorchi).

Ultimately, Lengel involvement only delayed the inevitable. Merhai fell, albeit with much heavier casualties than expected by Fairhelt.
(-3000 Lengel Horsemen, -1500 Fairhelt Spearmen, -2000 Fairhelt Axemen, -35 Wooly Ramids, -Merhai)

Croyodon has been slowly and steadily growing in power, alongside its neighbour of Gorin. Following the Civil War and under the looming shadow of imminent Gorinese collapse, Croyodon began to grow more bold. It fashioned itself as an equal to the largest empire ever to exist (though many cartographers would claim it to be the original Lengel Empire, though it was a short lived flame compared to the boulder of Gorin). Any attempts made by Gorin to affect the internal affairs of Croyodon were rebuffed.

In Northern Gorin, almost all non-military control had dissolved. Croyodon moved some troops in to the lands west of the Wardash River to help maintain control, but it didn’t go further for fear of the Iron Face Lengel forces.

The military control found the form of a joint Gorinese/Croyodonian force, under the command of the Bajo-Oni general Treski Merleth. With massive, concentrated force it could crush any resistance it came upon, but due to Gorinese Command’s refusal to split up the force, recently reclaimed areas soon again fell to the Iron Face Lengels.

Nevertheless, Gorin marched onwards, fighting off all raiders who dared approach its mighty army.

The advance stopped at one of the larger Lengel settlements. The city was seized, though few could defend. As all of the war-worthy had joined the Khagan already, the only people present were the young, the weak, and the elderly. The population was rounded together, then massacred.

This failed to bring the result that Gorin desired, to draw the Iron Faces to battle. Therefore, Gorin simply repeated this act on the next village it found.

In the Iron Face camp, anger was boiling over. Khagan Khorchi could not continue his actions of slowly pecking away at Gorin’s forces unless he wanted a mutiny, his soldiers hungered to fight a real battle and avenge their slain brethren.

The Lengels’ anger was directed at a small Gorinese farming settlement in the great plains, somewhat ironically named ‘Deth’ (roughly translated to Gorinese as ‘Golden Fields’). The Iron Face horde descended upon the city, but was intercepted by the Gorinese/Croyodonian force. Perhaps it was a traitor who had given away the plans for attack, perhaps Gorin’s commanders had expected an attack on the vulnerable settlement, or perhaps it was just a massive coincidence. Regardless, this would be the decisive battle for the Lengels. If they won, Gorin would have half of its army broken, and would likely collapse under the weight of its previous defeats. If they lost, Gorin would continue its extermination, destroying the Lengel race like the Gerbers several centuries earlier.

The Battle of Deth began with the small Iron Face force which had first spotted the Gorinese racing off to the main war-host in a panicked retreat. Gorin’s considerably larger force made a rapid and organized advance, with Croyodon watching its flanks. The Iron Face main force fired with flaming arrows, igniting several alcoholic flame-traps, causing a frightening spectacle but killing few.

The Iron Faces launched several attacks on the front of Gorin’s force, firing arrows on them then retreating. This fighting retreat continued for quite a while, and was thoroughly inconclusive.

Growing tired of this repetitive combat, Gorin launched several cavalry charges to meet the attacking Lengels. Their Horse Archers were much less deadly when their mobility was matched, and havoc was wrecked upon their forces. Still, Khorchi seemed reluctant to attack, as if he were waiting for something. Taking advantage of their enemy’s apparent indecision, Gorin and its ally continued their relentless attack.

Around this time, a freak snowstorm engulfed the battlefield. Snowfall was not uncommon at this latitude, but such a storm in an area as far inland was strange indeed.

Khorchi planned a massive flanking maneuver against the Gorinese, using the poor visibility as cover. However, as this move was being executed, he himself was flanked. Croyodon had made its move earlier, and its highly skilled and professional forces had been extensively trained for a fight with mobile horsemen.

As Croyodon crashed through the Iron Face ranks, Gorin charged as well. The whole battle soon began to devolve into a melee. Khorchi’s forces fought with renewed vigour, but many of the greener portions of the Lengel force began to panic. General Merleth himself led an attack into the heart of the War-Host, and led several fellow Bajo-Oni in an attack against the Khagan’s personal bodyguard. The General of Gorin and the Khagan of the Iron Faces both fought in an epic horseback battle. It was very close, and Merleth managed to swing his mighty sword into the Obsidian mask of Khorchi. It shattered, but the counterblow of the Iron Face leader decapitated Merleth. He then slew a second Bajo-Oni, but a third sliced off his arm, then ran him through.

Throughout the battlefield, Gorin and Croyodon advanced, and many of the Lengels fought to the death. Others fled to the north. Regardless, all of the victors could feel that the Iron Face Empire was as broken as the Obsidian Mask which had been a symbol of it.

However, the losses suffered were bitter. And most of the survivors were defeated by a Nkondi force which struck a few weeks after the battle. The Nkondi rebels soon secured much of the area to their north, with no real forces to oppose them. The rest of the northern region (populated mostly by the few remaining Lengels) fell into anarchy, or simply was abandoned. Croyodon has sent a force to help restore control over the uncontrolled regions.
(-1000 Croyodonian Archers, -1000 Swordsmen, -500 Guards of the Council, -2000 Gorinese Cavalry, -5 Bajo-Oni, -1000 Spearmen, -10 000 Conscripts, -Iron Faces)

A series of explosions went off in the great forge complex of Hemleth, causing significant damage, both economic and structural (not to mention its negative effect on supplies for the war effort)
(-1 Economy Point for Gorin)

A second army of Gorin traveled through the south, re-establishing control over the area. Several small Emoran statelets were found, populated with refugees from the south. They refused to be moved, though they agreed to pay taxes to Gorin as long as they were allowed to govern themselves.

Gorin’s army then advanced up the Kalmar River, passing the growing Free City of Tigot before reaching Nkondi-held lands. The Nkondi fought strongly along a series of fortifications, but the power of Gorin was simply unbeatable. With no further outside enemies to fight, all internal conflicts were fighting against simply insurmountable odds. With the fall of Alaki, the Nkondi formally surrendered, and peacefully rejoined Gorin. Under the brilliant leadership of Lord Kaiser Basu Oborski VII, Gorin was saved from what some had predicted to be its inevitable demise. Other, more pessimistic observers predict that more of the same and worse will come in the future, and that no empire as large as Gorin can last long. And despite its successes, there is still much internal dissent within Gorin. A pacifist movement is growing, and moderate Masra-followers are chafing with their more extreme bretheren (who tend to be the ones in positions of command).
(-1000 spearmen, -500 archers, -1000 cavalry, -2 Ramids, -5000 Conscripts, -Nkondi Rebellion)

The Union of Ardan, staggering from the terrible loss at the Battle of Red Hill and the subsequent fall of Davar, has gone into damage control by emphasizing the connection between Arcadia and Orum, united in a spirit of defiance against Khemri. Unfortunately, there is still a large amount of resentment against Arcadia for its original heavy-handed and bloody invasion. Also, attention has been given only to the New Eldists, who were nearly wiped out during the aforementioned invasion, while the Gooranists were generally ignored. The Davians should be thankful that Orum hasn’t rebelled from their control yet. Expecting the people of Orum to help them is far too much to ask.

However, the occupation of the holy city of Ardan has the Pirian population of Arcadia in a state of religious outrage. The official submission of the city by the Bishop Jare accentuated this, and threw all practical power over the Union into Styatior Vain’s hands. Vain has skillfully channeled this anger into military force. Arcadia is ready for war, and close co-operation with Veritas has brought technological advancement.
(Union of Ardan Enters Imperial Age)

In Davar, large-scale civil disobedience has prevented Kalmar from profiting from its latest conquest. A man named Hugi, a leader of the resistance movement, was captured and martyred as an example. This cowed most of the resistance in the cities, but his death was a rallying point for the rebels in the upland countryside, who have grown quite powerful and are frustratingly hard to eradicate.

But this is not the only trouble Kalmar is going through. Growing increasingly frustrated with the collaboration with heathens against their Oneist bretheren and feeling a stronger connection to the ‘Courageous Valins’ then the ‘Cowardly Kalmarians’, the Keran tribes under the leadership of a defecting military officer named Servei Karseyn launched a rebellion.

The Keran homelands were captured easily, and collaboration with some Davians allowed Strategium to fall into rebel hands.

A Valin rebellion in Kallamas broke out, but was efficiently crushed by the large troop contingent in the city.

Despite these troubles, Kalmar has done a good job of preventing the rebellions from spread further. Without Kalmar’s tenacity and loyal troops (the Keran defectors ignored), the entire nation would have collapsed within a few years.
(-2000 Kalmar Axemen, -1000 Archers)

Several acts of economic sabotage have taken place throughout Khemri, such as sinking trading vessels, burning warehouses, and killing merchants. This was originally attributed to Veritas, and confirmed when a group convicted of killing several traders admitted that they were doing so at the command of members of the Assemblum Popularum of Veritas. News of this ‘cowardly slaying of civilians’ was spread throughout the nation, causing a general uproar and the dissolution of the illusion that Veritas was fighting an honest and honourable war.
(Completion of Silk Route delayed by one turn, +10 000 Militia)

Veritas has made one final call to arms, focused on Norvalin, the only Valin Republic not yet directly affected by the horrors of war. It is now nearly bled dry, further calls to arms will cripple the economy at a level comparable to the Swades.

Xenophon, the defender of Old Veritas, has left to Exilsium to command the forces, leaving his second in command, Vespasian, to defend against the mighty forces of Khemri, led by Ithaeur, (The Void) and the Knight.

In Old Veritas, The Knight led a daring attack towards Emor (the one in Veritas, not the one in the Swade Ascendancy), then curved up to the coast. Andama, now isolated, quickly fell to Ithaeur’s force. Vespasian’s beleaguered forces had no choice but to retreat, though the troops trapped in Andama fought to the death.

Vespasian’s retreat concentrated all of his forces in the highly-fortified city of Lux. Khemri’s two great generals descended on the city in a great two-pronged attack.

The city of Lux is built in a valley through the small mountainous area in central Tellium. There are two logical entrances to the city, one in the northeast and another in the southwest. The other sides are difficult to access, being highly mountainous and containing only mining roads.

The Knight’s force attacked from the southwest, The Void’s from the northeast. Ithaeur’s force struck first, advancing towards the eastern gate with thousands of Royal Guards, Crystal Knights, and other assorted soldiers. Vespasian sent out a small force of Urban Militia in a suicidal attack- most of it didn’t even reach Khemri’s army before being taken down by arrows or cavalry charge.

Khemri’s advance continued, then Veritas sprang a defensive trap. Its two surviving Yetis, positioned uphill from the battlefield, began rolling boulders (partially coated with Valin Fire) down at the attacking army. This dealt heavy damage to the formations of Khemri, forcing Ithaeur to break them up in order to avoid the boulders, which in turn resulted in more casualties from Phoenix Archers stationed on the walls of Lux.

However, the Yetis and their handlers soon ran out of large boulders. The massive creatures were sent down the hill in a terrifying charge. One was killed by intense arrow fire before reaching the army (though its body continued to roll down the hill, crushing several Royal Guards), the other taken down by a heroic Crystal Knight after smashing its way through a pikeman formation.

As the Yetis made their last attack, The Knight arrived with the second Khemri force. He immediately charged a Valin army waiting outside of the city walls. Brutal Crystal Knight charges with support from the Royal Guards caused great casualties against the Valin force.

Meanwhile, just having fought off the Yetis, Ithaeur’s now-struggling force was attacked by seven thousand of Veritas’ cavalrymen, ranging from mighty Rose Knights to Militia on Farm Horses, and everything in between.

The charge smashed apart the disorganized remnants of Khemri’s light infantry formations, and then met the Crystal Knights.

The tides of that particular battle raged for nearly an hour, as cavalry struck and maneuvered, while Khemri’s infantry attempted to box them in. But despite the skill and professionalism of Khemri’s army, Valin numbers managed to crush their force. The Void fell in battle, losing an arm and being impaled by the sword of a Rose Knight.

However, on the far side of the city, a different story was shaping out. The Knight’s force had smashed apart the Valin infantry, whose remnants had by now retreated back into the city. Rams advanced up to the city’s walls, and began to smash at the gate. It gave away soon, and Khemri’s force destroyed all who raised arms against them in the city. After a brutal street battle, the last armed resistance surrendered. Vespasian was captured, and his whereabouts since are unknown to all but Khemri.

With the victory secured, The Knight mourned for the death of his mentor, but wasted little time in continuing the campaign. Within a few weeks of the battle, all of Old Veritas was once again in Khemri’s hands.
(-2000 Khemri Pikemen, -500 Swordsmen, -6000 Royal Guards, -500 Horse Archers, -4500 Crystal Knights, -10 000 Militia, -3000 Valin Rose Knights, -2000 Phoenix Archers, -1000 Palantioi, -1000 Pelarioi, -500 Scimitari, -2000 Cavalry Militia, -5000 Urban Militia, -2 Yetis)

While traveling to Exilsium, Xenophon finally passed away of old age. He was buried in Pax upon his arrival. Command of the forces in Exilsium fell to the highest-ranking local Septilion, Endrius.

Endrius was quick to act against the Swade invaders. The surviving Oneists on the island fought guerilla warfare and tried to demoralize their invaders, but the fanatic Swades would not be swayed by the ridiculous claims of the Valins (such as the war with Myocaca, civil war within Swade Lands and the economic ruin of the Ascendancy :p).

Endrius’ forces managed to hold their ground against the growing number of Swades (they had more than enough food from the captured fields, and many of the last remnants of the civilian population were fleeing to join the military, as it was an easier job), but dire news reached them. The Swade Fleet had attacked the holy city of Exilsium, which was nearly undefended. It fell to a ‘small’ force of several thousand swordsmen, and was utterly destroyed, like Veritas before it. Only two of the five great cities of Veritas (Veritas, Kallamas, Exilsium, Redemption, and Unias) still stood, and only one of them fought for the Valins.

The force which had sacked Exilsium now traveled to Pax. The Valin fleet was prepared, however, and destroyed them before they could land.
(-10 Bladeremes, -10 000 Bladeist Conscripts, -1 Titan)

But this victory was to be short-lived. While Veritas was holding out, external forces moved to crush it…

The Knight’s Army, following victory in Tellium, took to the sea, reclaimed the island of Veritas, then joined the Swade attack.

A massive navy smashed the Valin fleet once again at the Second Naval Battle of Pax (the first being the victory over the Swade fleet), and Khemri made landfall. The Assemblum was captured, soon followed by both cities.

Endrius and the ruined survivors of Veritas gathered for a final stand in the mountains. They dealt massively disproportionate casualties to the Swades, but could not hold out against such numbers, especially when their enemies were aided by Khemri’s elite.

Soon after the total defeat of Valin forces in Exilsium, Khemri retreated from the island, leaving it in Swade hands.
(-8000 Urban Militia, -4000 Cavalry Militia, -1000 Scimitari, -15 000 Swade Conscripts, -1500 Royal Guards, -5000 Khemri Militia)

With captured maps and oceangoing vessels, Khemri set sail for the last bastion of Orthodox Oneism- Norvalin.

Returning its army to Tellium (landing them in Norvalin would be an untenable situation without enough supplies), several ships of the Khemri fleet blockaded the coastline of Norvalin, and Arcadia for good measure. Both groups were helpless against the blockade, for their fleets were both many weeks of sailing away, under the command of the Veritasian Oceanus Selenica.

Selenica, as of yet unaware of the disasters in the Republics, prepared to make a strike against the weakened heartlands of the Ascendancy itself.

But he did not strike alone.

Guangfei, disgusted by Swade barbarity and madness, joined the war on Veritas’ side. Its first move was to join its fleet in Qingdao with that of the Oceanus. The combined fleet set sail for the Emoran coastline. They no real resistance on the way, in fact, the tiny fleet of Myocaca joined them as they passed.

Davian Marines made the first deadly assault, chopping through the coastal defenders and establishing a beachhead. A Veritasian force followed.

As the military campaigned inland, Veritas made sure to treat the civilians well. They were allowed to continue practicing their religion and were generally left alone- in fact, they were treated much better by their occupiers than their own government, after all of the damage it had done to them.

And the rumours of this spread like a wave before the invaders.
(-1500 Davian Marines, -1000 Tuatha Volunteers, -4000 Urban Militia, -1000 Swordsmen of Divine Enlightenment, -10 000 Conscripts)

Of course, even before this, Myocaca and Sintonia had begun to fight the Swade.

Sintonia was weak, and seriously underestimated the Swade’s capability to damage them. The Swades instantly sent tens of thousands of troops stationed at or near the area in an assault against western Sintonia, while a smaller force struck at the capital from over the mountains, capturing the Sultan.

He was not deposed, but was forced to surrender and allow the Swades to conscript his people into the army.

After this brief campaign, Sintonia was out of the war. It was damaged, the Sultan was unpopular, but the nation remained independent.
(+20 000 Swade Conscripts (Net), -3000 Sintonian Swordsmen, -1000 Archers, -Confidence)

Myocaca performed considerably better. After the victory at Herim tower, many Oneists returned to Myocaca as military volunteers. General Sunez was given the difficult job of defending Diliculo from the final, massive Swade assault, while other Generals worked away at other targets.

General Swithrine led his forces to join with the Valin and Davian armies (though there was at first a small amount of distrust between them).

General Aaron attacked through the bottleneck area separating the Swade heartlands from Ozkir and Alatia.

Meanwhile, Guangfei struck from the south, with Buguan assisting. Ozkir was quickly overrun, while Buguan took Alatia.

Guangfei also launched a campaign into what had once been New Veritas. All they encountered in Swade territory there were civilians, who they conquered with minimal casualties.
(-1000 Ma Gun, -1000 Ma Bing, -5000 Guangfei Conscripts, -1000 Buguan Swordsmen, -2000 Myocacan Swordsmen, -2500 Bigjaur Riders, -1500 Cavalry, -6 Ramids, -Countless Swade Conscripts)

On all fronts, the Swades were collapsing. Evern IV Wilipi was being increasingly viewed as insane, even by his own people. He even began to lose his sense of ‘honour’, twisted though it was. For when Horthen Ceaser Emor arrived for his one on one ‘epic’ with the Swade Leader, he was killed by arrows on sight. On top of this, the civilians of the Ascendancy were sick of the brutal policies of Evern, taking away their young to fight and leaving their parents to starve due to a lack of agricultural workforce. While the military remained unfailingly loyal, the surviving civilians were all but rebelling.

Furthermore, all invaders were compelled to advance. Myocaca due to its need to survive, Guangfei and Buguan due to their strong desire to win a morale-boosting victory over one of their biggest historical threats, and the Oneists for their pure hatred for Evern IV ‘The Mad’ (plus the fact that Khemri’s fleet prevented them from leaving safely).

A brief time of hope arrived with a most unexpected occurrence. Aryie had been going through a leadership struggle, resulting in the throne going to Zekat, a Bladeist. Shortly after his ascension, things started to go badly in the city. Bladeist fanatics took to the streets, and began to fulfill Evern’s Extinction Doctrine. The nation’s military did nothing, until the entire nation was purged. Then, even more unexpected, the government went violent.

Most suspect that Zekat was merely a puppet of the Swades. Regardless of this point, the army of Aryie joined the Swades. Several thousand swordsmen advanced into Myocaca. They pillaged in a most uncharacteristic manner, fighting their way up the Myocacan coastline until forces could be redirected to stop them.

At the same time, a second force landed in Sintonia and began doing the same. Hazim II’s struggling government took another blow, but managed to prevent the fall of any major cities.
(-3000 Aryien Swordsmen, -5000 Myocacan Militia, -1000 Myocacan Cavalry, -1000 Sintonian Swordsmen, -500 Ky, -1000 Archers)

Despite this small aid, bit by bit, the forces of the Swades were forced back, to the ancient city of Swade itself. Here, Evern III Wilipi gathered his forces to make a last stand, in the holy city of Bladeism.

The invading Valins, Davians, Guangfei, Buguan, and Myocacans lay siege to the city, undermining its walls and fighting off countless Swade sorties. The battling was brutal, and neither side gained or lost an inch.

However, the arrival of Khemri changed this.

At first, the allied invaders believed that Khemri was here to relieve the Swades. But Khemri declared that it had tolerated the brutality of the Swades for too long, and joined the attacking forces.

They were distrusted, naturally, but never attempted any trickery.

At the end of the first month of the siege, one final change in the players decided the fate of the Swades.

A great ram, built by all of the besiegers together, finally smashed through the gate to the city, and attackers poured in. And a second, unexpected attack came from behind.

A force of three thousand Bigjaur Riders, led by a Swade man riding a rare Albino, charged into the city. It smashed a path straight to Evern, where he commanded his troops. The White Rider flung a javelin, and it impaled the mighty Swade leader.

All seemed to fall silent as the regicidal warrior spoke.

"The Tyrant is now gone, his corruption fertilizing the Earth. He deserves not the honourable blade in death, for he destroyed so many in life."

He continued to speak, but chaos broke out. The Swades attacked the man’s Bigjaur force, but they simply resumed their charge, breaking apart the Swade formation before leaving the battlefield.

The rest of the Battle of Swade was a slaughter. Every Swade Soldier was killed, and the city was put under joint occupation. Khemri maintained a truce with the Oneists, though it did not let them leave until negotiations could be held about if the war was to continue, or if they would accept peace terms.
(-Swade Ascendancy, -2000 Guangfei Spearmen, -500 Crossbowmen, -9000 Recruits, -1000 Khemri Crystal Knights, -1000 Horse Archers, -5000 Militia, -1000 Myocacan Bigjaur Riders, -500 Davian Marines, -500 Scimitari, -1000 Pelarioi, -2000 Urban Militia, -3000 Cavalry Militia)

Skilv’so has finally cast off what remains of its original name and culture, declaring itself to be Zuoharra. This has been accompanied by a large military reorganization.

Gerougia and Guarela are both growing together, mutually deciding that most of the outside world is too violent to get involved with for their tastes.

Destre has begun to develop economically, with the government focusing on improving agriculture.
(+1 Region)

Magland, under the rule of their first Emperor, Odan, has launched a grand campaign against the barbarians to its east. The army of nearly 15 000 soldiers smashed apart all resistance with ease, reaching the border of Rozan before wheeling around, campaigning back towards civilization.

All of the men who fought were killed, women and children were enslaved. All in all, this was reminiscent of Trinlin's early campaigns, where they enslaved their own religious bretheren.

This brutal attack has solidified the resolve of the remaining Trinlinist tribes, who are now growing hateful of the powerful nation which can destroy them apparently on a whim. They are drifting further and further away from the Trinlinist religion. For the opposite reason, Magland is also beginning to develop Trinlinism further.

In Magland proper however, the attack has been a great success. Huge amounts of plunder have been brought to Magon, and a large population of slaves has strengthened the economy and improved the standard of living for their captors. However, it has brought a large, discontent minority into the population, which is never a good thing.
(+1 Bonus Eco Point, +Confidence, -4000 Recruits, -500 Swordsmen, -500 Cavalry)

After the White Rider slew Evern IV Wilipi, he left for the coast. He left Cultesia with his followers and set sail for Exilsium.

Upon arriving, he declared it to be ‘The Free and Holy Land of Otaria’. He took control of the remaining militia there and began to resettle the land. The remnants of the Swade navy also joined him.

The new nation is apparently peaceful, and no actions have yet been made against it.
(+Otaria)

Following these busy years, the world is very much a changed place, but in other ways maintains the status quo. Khemri is an immovable boulder of a nation, as always. Gorin has made a temporary recovery, but it maintains severe unity and internal problems.

Veritas is shattered, most of its population is dead. A sizeable population still resides in Old Veritas largely unscathed, and Norvalin remains untouched by war- at the time of this writing, at least. But its power may be forever broken.

The Swade Ascendancy, despite all of its military prowess and fanaticism, is dead. It is completely occupied, and the civilians are quickly turning on each other, forming their own factions.

But the apparent end of this war shows not only suffering. It shows a possible path to future peace. A scholar of the Citadel based in Swade, shortly after the climactic battle, perhaps puts it best:

"All civilizations are founded to end violence. Men band together to prevent wanton slaughter and disregard for life. They entrust government with power over them, in return for protecting their rights, and allowing them to live as they choose provided they do not harm others.

Civilization is certainly better than the alternative. We know it to be so; for civilizations have steadily expanded and fostered imitators. The barbarians on the edge of civilization must eventually either be incorporated, found their own states, or flee to ever more remote locations.

But independent states are not the culmination of mankind's ingenuity, but only a step above anarchy. Corruption and thuggery become more subtle, but they persist. More people have more freedom, but not all have as much as they would wish.

The thuggery of civilization becomes apparent in the phenomenon known as war. Wars are almost never started for the good of the entire nation waging them. Instead, one ruling class, which has installed itself as ruler over the rest of the world, looks greedily or enviously at the domain of another ruling class. And then they attempt to take it by force. But, of course, they do not go themselves. Instead, they send those who are worth most in society, but given the least privileges. They send the common people, without whose power and whose actions no civilization is possible, to fight and to die in service of an empty cause, to fuel the greed of their oppressors.

This is only barely better than anarchy. And there is a better way, one that will benefit all men, not only those who happen to be born to the right family, one that does not require the needless death of millions.

That way is peace and cooperation, for the advancement of all mankind. War is the antithesis of peace, but also of progress. From its bloody grip, no society can recover. All across the world today, bloated nations batter each other, using their people as mere tools of death, to be thrown away at a whim and for no gain.

The way of peace is possible, and it is approaching. The day is very near when all mankind will live together in harmony. Join this cause, march together with us to end war, to end hate. Wherever we march, peace shall follow. And we will not rest until every nation is united in a brotherhood of peace."


Notes: Kelios only got 500 cavalry for its eco point because it was expensive to ship horses from the lands in the far west, and its current population of horses was low. In the future they will be normal price.

Hybridizing names? It must be some sort of fad. Who knows what we’ll see next? Norvexilsitasium, Khemrexou, Arcadavar, Gorimari (oh wait, that’s already been done)…

@LittleBoots- Could you give me a description of the religion, so I can put it in the stats?

@Luckymoose- In your face!

@Thlayli- In your face!

@Everyone else who doubted my solemn vow to finish tonight- In your face!

:p

The Thing that Cartographers Draw

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Nice Iggy you proved me wrong. Worth the wait.

What exactly happened to my attack on Veritas? (island).

Nice update Iggy.

Yay, I was totally ineffectual! :D

Psh, Joe still doesn't see stats :p.

Yay for waiting a month to see myself mentioned four times ;)

@Dark- Khemri took it over, the Swades never really did much to it, and your troops were much more needed in Emor.

'night.

I never wanted to invade Emor :[. I wanted to attack Veritas! *sigh*

Long Live the Emperor Long Live MAGLAND!

Rust and Decay
"A tool is a tool, unless it does the job itself."
-Anonymous

All in all, it was fairly amiable. The Extinction Doctrine had been amiably kept. The army was well in line due to his strategic placing of loyal secretly Bladeist commanders dispersed throughout the army.

How I do love war.

He grinned to himself in the room full of generals and remembered. The Swades had promised him splendor, wealth, and greatness. If only they would side with him...and it was so easy! Just kill off a few Oneists (those scum) here and there, and maybe offer some military support.

It was to come.

"We strike for Myocaca and Sintonia!" he roared. "They have not been true Bladeists!"

They cheered. Bloodthirsty Bladeists, every one of them. They were truly his troops. How faithful he was! How the Blademaster would reward him in the afterlife!

It was deceptively simple. Nobody would expect the Aryien troops to storm across the borders. Once there, they would obviously storm across and hit capitals and seize important cities. Surprise was on their side.

And so the plans were laid. Strike north and south. Vague it was, to be sure, but he preferred to let his generals think of the silly and insignificant details. What to do after, well, he would worry about that after. Zekat was a big picture man, after all.

--

A success! Good news indeed, in the dark times. The Swade Ascendancy looked to be crumbling. But surely, there was no way that Evern IV Wilipi could fall. A brave, loyal man who lived his life all for the Blademaster. Surely he was infallible. But still, dark, dark times. A spot of good hope was sorely needed.

And so messengers had brought back word. They had won victory after victory! They had fought, those loyal Aryien soldiers, up the Myocacan coast, pillaging for the greater good, up until those slow traitors had finally noticed. They were stopped, but no matter. What was theirs was theirs.

In the south, less success, though by no means disappointing. Hazim III, the pig, was struggling and on the verge of breaking. No major cities were taken, but he had to be content with what he had.

Now was the time for dialogue, though. It was time to break the good news. He would start with his small council.

"As you all well know," he began, ever direct, "we have had good news concerning our blessed nation of Aryie."

He waited for the people to add their various voices of approval and agreement.

"We have finally conquered some territory! Our cowardly ancestors have never had the bravery necessary to shed blood for the good of Aryie, and now that we have, we control a veritable kingdom! Nay, an empire!"

Muttering this time, less approving.

"An empire, my king?" His pesky pacifist economic advisor, Aklan Floun.

"Emperor," he said, acerbically. "The Emperor of the Holy Empire of Aryie. I've decided. It's to be mine."

"Yes, yes, we've perhaps doubled our territory, but--"

"No buts. This is but a first step to farther glory and fame."

"No, you see--"

"An empire." His eyes glowered.

"Oh yes, the Holy Empier of Aryie!" Aklan was unable to keep the derision from his voice. "Do you even expect that we will be able to hold onto it? The Swades are doomed. Sue for peace. Our prosperity will be short lived."

"Aklan of House Floun, rescind your comments, or I, acting as Holy Aryien Emperor, will be forced to make you retract them."

"I refuse." He got up and stormed from the room in anger, or at least, he would have, had the Commander of the City Watch not called his troops to seize the man as he got up.

"Wait!" he said, wildly. "I acquiesce! You are right! The Blademaster himself, he told me, he told me to apologize, he told me."

Zekat studied him curiously. "Your first infraction, my dear friend. But we go a long way back. Release him."

"How could he release him just like that?"

"Treason! It's treason, all right!"

Disturbed complaints fluttered around the room as Aklan sheepishly took his seat. It was all interrupted, however, for hark! Another messenger. Surely it was good news. The Swades had launched a successful counterattack, surely?

He grabbed the letter and dismissed the messenger with a curt nod. He broke the seal and read voraciously. His smile dropped and melted away into a grim slash across his face, and there into a veritable scowl.

He had the messenger hanged, of course. There was no way the Swade Ascendancy could be on the verge of breaking. Absolutely not. The Blademaster had far more kindness, surely, than to let their efforts be for naught.

--

A feast tonight to celebrate?

Aklan had passively resisted for long enough. Zekat had been a reasonable man. But he could no longer stand behind him.

He had scoured the shops for a deadly poison and found one, hidden deep away within an apothecary.

"I require a poison, on behalf of the Holy Aryien Empire."

She had nodded. The shop was, after all, on the shadier part of Karholm.

"Those that heal also have the power to hurt," she had said. "Do not forget that."

Those that build an empire also have the power to destroy it.

"The Constrictor", they called the poison. Once ingested, the victim's throat clogged up and he became unable to breathe. Death by asphyxiation was soon to follow. Aklan fiddled around with some of the colorless crystal. It looked like salt, or maybe even sugar. It was supposed to dissolve quickly and leave almost no trace.

He knew what he would do. He was to be seated near the king -- no, Emperor. He would have his hands enclosed within the sleeves of his ceremonial robe, arms folded, crystal inside. He would get up and walk to the king's cup, and then surreptitiously drop some inside his cup. It would dissolve while he asked the king to share a cup of wine with him for a future full of good tidings. And then he would be dead. Aklan did have friends in the council, he was sure. But it was too risky to involve anybody in this scheme now. A bell rang, crystal clear, echoing throughout the walls. It was time.

The feast was tinged with a hint of sadness. None of the council let it on to the other nobles, however. All they were told was that they were now proud members of an aristocracy of a veritable empire. They feasted wildly, and for a time, even the council forgot its woes for a while.

After the main courses had been served, it was time. Aklan was three seats away from the Emperor, who had guzzled gallons of wine by now. He had even used the ceremonial cup, larger than all the others, making his job more the easier.

He stood up abruptly, then walked purposely toward the king, not too quickly and not too slowly.

"Holy Emperor Zekat!" he called out. The Emperor's face was very red, like berries.

"A toast! Let us drink from your cup, to cement our friendship!" As he said this, he passed by the king's cup. It was time. His right hand slid down and grasped the cup by the top, with his hand. As he opened his hand, the crystals fell in with a splash that was dwarfed by the clamor in the hall. His fingers clenched on the cup, and he picked it up, then used his left hand to help stabilize it. He handed the cup to the king.

"To Aryie!" the emperor called.

"To Aryie!" the advisor agreed.

He drank deeply, and some wine trickled down his chin and stained his royal garments.

The effects...now.

"Wha--have--you--" The king's face grew profusely red, more red than Aklan would have thought possible. His mouth moved, but nothing came out. He hacked and coughed, the words stuck in his throat. He dropped the wine, a tasty vintage, and it splashed red against the white carpet, staining it. He clawed at his throat and then slumped to the ground, his head smacking against the floor with a sickening noise. His eyes were red, bright red, and the pupils were stained and almost disappeared. His chest heaved, his lungs surely dying for air. With his right hand, he pounded it against the ground, in a futile motion, and then he thrashed, hands at his throat, clawing at his chest, but it was over soon. He flailed, his body finally giving up the struggle, and he lay limp.

It was quiet. And then...

"Regicide!"

"The traitor!"

The nobles leapt toward him, in a rush. The council had backed up but now advanced, pointing fingers. They all blurred into one, the mob, and they all converged on him.

"Murderer!"

"Kingslayer!"

His allies had evaporated, or else they were blending in, or else they were too timid to do anything. In either case, what they were to do to him...he had seen the new Aryien torture chambers.

He scrambled down and picked the goblet up. There was still enough for a sip. It would be enough. He drank as the first man tackled him. The wine goblet flew out of his hands and hit the floor, a dull metal thunk, dry. He hit the ground.

"I'm sorry," he tried to say, but he found that iron fingers had tightened around his neck.

nice update, triksy little Valins fight with no honour :p what happened to that image of the noble Valins?

haza! i have won sort of....

Goddamn you for your lies Farow! But I'm not finished yet, and I intend to return the favor...

Amazing Update, I'm printing it to read at school, but from the map, well done. Its 14 freakin' pages!

Lightfang, the insane bloody ruthless Master who convinced you to go to war was Evern IV Willipi, Evern III was his sadistic father who beat him and his mother and siblings regularly, thus causing IV's sociopathic tendencies. He dissaccociated human life and worth when he was young. Thusly he ad no problem sending tens of thousands of Swade to their death in every battle, or genociding and entire people.

IC:

From: Otaria
To: The Warring World

We wish for peace. The Ascendancy is overthrown, and we are not them. We are peaceful and cultured Bladeists, valueing the half-aspect of the Blademaster The Ascendancy ignored. Thusly, we sue for peace. Let us keep and live upon our little Islands, and the mainland can be yours. Let us live here in peace, and the Swade are no longer a problem, only a partner. We disavow the Extinction Doctrine as flawed and declare is Heresy. The brutal reign of the Wilipi's is over, let this war end as well.

The Image of Noble Valins is gone, because a dagger in the dark is worth as much as a thousands swords at dawn. I will reclaim what is rightfully mine. (tropical fruit)

The Merhai have fallen?

Oh, you will regret. And the world will bleed.

Hey I probably own the most bloodied fields in the world....(tellium etc area)

I count, 7 wars that have taken place over it.

Not quite, Kal. I think Gorin's have seen more bloodshed. I mean, entire peoples have vanished... :rolleyes:

Tristaria/Nkondi/Gerber area was more violent.

Dula-Hathran destroyed, Gargari Destroyed, Aney-Tigot massively damaged (All by Eldrania), Eldrania destroyed, Gerbers and Moguls fight a bunch of foolish wars, Gerbers destroy Tristaria, Lengels invade Nkondi, Gerbers destroy Shalamari and are devastated by the Shalamari counterattack, Gorin Genocides the Gerbers... and the area is still largely uninhabited today.

The Aftermath

Jarel was the highest ranking officer stationed in Kelios, but before the Most Revered and the Guides, he bowed his head in honor.

Saereen rose. “I speak with the voice of all the Guides, and the voice of the Council. Captain-General, tell me, what has happened today in the streets of this very city? I hardly believed my eyes, and the tales less, yet by your cloak, they would seem to be true.”

A streak of red marred the perfect cream of Jarel’s cloak of office.

“Revered One—”

“There will be no need for titles, Jarel.” Saereen was sharper than usual. She softened her tongue for the next words. “I want to hear your story. I know you well, and you are not such a flowery man as to shower me with ‘Revered One’ and ‘High Guide’. Perhaps you believe that only one of the military can stomach the tale? I was in the army once, yes, long ago. Few remember. Continue.”

“Yes. There was a riot in the streets, this you must have seen from the Council building. Divotheists, out in force against your banishment of their priests. They seized good citizens of this city.” At this there was a gasp from the assembled. Jarel continued unheeding, “And threatened to kill them if their voodoo artists were not returned.”

“There is blood on your cloak, Captain-General. You engaged them?”

“Yes. It was a messy business. There were near on a thousand of them, possibly nearly the entire Divotheist population of the city. The Street of the Chandlers is slick with blood, but the bodies have been hauled away.”

“Good. Better that their pestilence in death do less harm than their folly in life. You killed them all, to be sure?”

“I believe so. We cannot be certain. The populace panicked and ran hither and thither. Some may have escaped among them. I have set monitors in known Divotheist neighborhoods to watch for those trying to sneak back.”

“You have done well. And your losses were not great, I hope? I am only aggrieved that it has come to war in Kelios before war abroad.”

“I am saddened to lose any soldier, High Guide.” Saereen snorted at the title. Jarel plowed ahead, “Our losses were few, yet I knew the four deceased as if they were brothers, as I know all of my soldiers. Their bodies are being prepared and will be sent to their widows and widowers before the day is through. The other, I thought I knew. He tried to join the rioters. His body will be burned in their pyre.”

“I am as saddened to hear of the loss of four of Kelios’s finest as you are to deliver the news, Captain-General. Remember, of course, their pay will continue to go to their widows and widowers for a year following today. I am afraid some of our commanders have developed leaky memories on that reform.”

“Be certain that I did not forget. I ask of you leave to return to the barracks, High Guide. The men will expect another speech, and I must deliver.”

“Yes, you must. Go now, you have my leave. You have done a great service for the Path today. We have been too lenient with these Divotheists who deny.”

Jarel left. In the bright light of the Hall of the High Guide, Saereen allowed herself a slight smile. It has begun. Now I must call the Council.

Tristaria/Nkondi/Gerber area was more violent.

Dula-Hathran destroyed, Gargari Destroyed, Aney-Tigot massively damaged (All by Eldrania), Eldrania destroyed, Gerbers and Moguls fight a bunch of foolish wars, Gerbers destroy Tristaria, Lengels invade Nkondi, Gerbers destroy Shalamari and are devastated by the Shalamari counterattack, Gorin Genocides the Gerbers... and the area is still largely uninhabited today.

I beg to differ. Gerber did not destroy Shalamari as much as the opposite. Still, thanks for supporting me. :)

You should be grateful to me, otherwise we as a region would have had two genocides less. ;) Nevertheless, I think that Kal'thzar was reffering to the battlefields; whereas genocides occured over a much wider area, and in a somewhat more disparate fashion outside of the cities.

He said he owned the 'bloodiest fields'.

I believe that is most accurately interpreted as the place where the most people died.

He said he owned the 'bloodiest fields'.

I believe that is most accurately interpreted as the place where the most people died.

Ditto. And I acutually agree with you, das. I was getting a bit beat with Shalamari at the end. A glorious crashing end is far better than slowly resigning to the creeping lack of interest. ;) Although I feel my golden age could've lasted a bit longer... (meh)

You get 15 minutes like everyone else...

He said he owned the 'bloodiest fields'.

But how many genocided people actually died in the fields? I suppose that if the Gorinese simply charged around and cut down whatever peasants they saw in the fields, but thats not the disciplinned and brutally-organised Gorinese way, is it? And it wouldn't have been effective enough. Whereas my little massacres were primarily urban, from what I recall.

The most people per area died in the region between Gerbers, Nkondi, and Eldrania. That's my last word on this.

Unless someone continues the discussion. :p

From: Oceanus Selenica
To: The Valin Republics

As commander of the largest remaining allied army, I hereby order all Valin forces, and request that all Ardanese forces, temporarily cease hostilities with Khemri. I and my officers will maintain temporary control over the government until a new Assemblum is convened, according to the law set down in the Act of Vandrios.

From: The Valin Republics of Veritas
To: The United Kingdom of Khemri and Kehexou

Our nation and resources are exhausted from war. Despite your face-saving gesture at Swade, your main ally and dependency is gone. However, we fully realize that the Valin Republics will not defeat Khemri in war, and that is no longer our goal.

We propose a peace treaty. We will recognize the majority of Old Veritas as Khemran territory, in return for ceding us the Holy Island of Veritas, and the city of Salvation, just across the strait. The Order of the White Rose will disband, and no longer operate within Khemran territory. We will encourage all potentially rebellious Valins to emigrate to the Valin Republics, thus preventing any chance of rebellion in your territories in the future.

We hope that peace can be achieved between our nations.

From: Oceanus Selenica
To: Otaria

We understand your situation, and agree that the evil doctrines of the insane Swade must be reversed, and their damage undone. However, you are currently occupying sovereign territory of the Valin Republics, and we will reclaim the island of Exilsium.

We wish only for friendship with your people, and if you agree, we will provide Valin ships to find a fertile land in the far East or South for your people to settle in.

May I ask when stats will be updated?

That's it! Cuiv is the scapegoat of next round! :D

Thats one long update.

The most people per area died in the region between Gerbers, Nkondi, and Eldrania. That's my last word on this.

Unless someone continues the discussion. :p
Well, of course. Genocide=lots of death! :p

nice update, triksy little Valins fight with no honour :p what happened to that image of the noble Valins?

*holds up a hand* that would be Emor. we may not be compleatly horoable, but that is only from the fact that we Will do what is RIGHT instead of what honor demands. which reminds me.

IC:
From Lady Alice the second
To Vertis, Myoccya, world
as the war is finialy over. we wish to make two requests
One, the Traitious "Horthen Ceaser Emor" be interned next to "Evern III Wilipi" with his blade. then a stone block of no less then 6 tons be placed on top of both their graves. my Mother had some.. disturbing visions before she died of from the infections of the wounds my brother Horthen inflicted upon her. It would be best if the Wilipi the mad, my brother, and his sword are forever sealed from this world.
The Second, We wish to Establish a homeland for the Emorian People. We would like to assume control over the City of Kernal, and Emirus, along with a small portion of land surounding the cities. We would Like to reclaim the entirety of the land that is culturally Emorian, but we will not press the issue, out of respect for your deeds and the vengeance you have finally brought our people.

By the way Iggy...the Iron Faces are in no way dead. Certainly weakened, but I would not call them dead. The mask that was shattered can be remade, and a heir to Khorchi still lives...

In anycase:

To Gorin
From Iron Face Rebels

This conflict started by your ancestors has bleed our countries to the bone. The time is nigh for peace. Allow us our ancestral homelands, merely the lands we had at the beginning of our arrivial in these lands, and our two countries will have peace at last.

To Croyodon
From Iron Face Rebels

The Word of your people means nothing. Croyodon is but a shadow of Gorin, a puppet dancing upon the strings of its masters. Call yourself great and powerful, but all Croyodon ever will be is the lesser Gorin. Retreat from our lands, or I will sacrifice all merely for a chance take the breath from your leaders body, as worthless as his word.

That's it! Cuiv is the scapegoat of next round! :D

You'll notice that I didn't ask when they would be updated, I asked if I could ask :p

Iggy :(, you forgot to add my country in .... :(

This history is instrumental the primary discussion of this essay - namely, the origin of Messianic Gnosticism. The horrors of the Old World genocide caused massive disillusionment among the Guarelai Bladeists. Theirs was not a religion of wholesale slaughter. They had been out of communion with Orthodox Bladeism for countless years, influenced by Gerougioikoi philosophy and religion for many of those years, and shared a common disgust for the events reaching their shores.

I might think of something better, but for now the scholars of the Citadel are simply referring to it as Messianic Gnosticism.

From the Gorinese Empire
To The Iron Face Rebels

You have been defeated. The Empire will not succeed any lands to you. We will, however, put strict restraints on the more radical aspects of our culture so that they do not clash with that of your people.

To the Nkondi

As we had before we will not take out vengeful discipline upon your people. However the semi-autonmy that you enjoyed will not be enstated as of yet. However, you will be able to make your own laws, though they will be reviewed lightly by the gorinese governor. Further rights may be discussed (pm me please iggy?)

To: World
From: Myocaca

We demand control of the Holy Bladeist City, as it is sacred to our people and must be in the hand of a bladeist nation. MAy we all lay to rest the evils which were cast under all our noses. The murder of countless people. I fought this war so that the true blademaster message was seen. We must honour the fallen dead. Myocaca wishes to assume control of the Blade range and set up a new model to the bladeist empire alongside Sintonia, Oharia, and Guarela. We must found a new order from this fallen one.

To: UKKK, Veritas Republic, Sintonia, Guangfei
From: Myocaca

Myocaca request return of Swade lands into Myocacan arms, these lands are to holy to be trusted to minor states you may wish to set up. We were the knife in the Emperor's heart that made him fall. We killed a mad man, but we killed our leader, father, our Brother. We have been forced through the good of mankind to kill our greatest friend. We suggest All territory on the Blade Range and south be handed to Myocaca and request old Emor be handed over to us and we will agree to the creation of an independent Emorian state in Krenel. We submit Territory under Guagfei and Buguan control remain under their jurisdiction as long as they respect the religion of the occupants of that territory. Myocaca wishes to hand our territory bordering Sintonia be handed over to them, and we ask that the former Swade territory in that area be handed over to Sintonia as well from Guangfei. We also will not tolerate Aryie's agreesion against us and we will deal with them ourselves. We also on terms of the Bladeist religion wish to set up a Sheath of Blades. A Holy council within the city of Swade. It will be sovereign from any nation and have representatives from a new model of the church which we hope to set up with cooperation from the Bladeist states around the world.

Eulogy and Elegy

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The banner of Kahir the Fox; after his reign, it was used as the flag of Merhai.

The lone tragedy of history is its inevitability. There are heroic last stands, but they make no difference. There are epic voyages of freedom, but their destinations are forever distant. There are duels of vengeance, but they end in failure. A people fight and fight against evil, but are overrun. It is the same all over the world–we have seen this sorry tale repeated.

From the days when the Eldranians trampled the heroic Dula-Hathran’s defensive line, to Gorin’s genocide of the Gerbers, to the last war of Veritas, they were all overwhelmed by the odds arrayed against them, and the vicious laws of history.

So it was with the Merhai. Born out of an unlikely flight, one that should have ended in massacre, the clans of the Merhai escaped the tyrannical Fairhelt, who had driven out their brothers by force. There had been no war in the Merhai Vale before–it was the closest place to perfection. The winters were cold, but we had food, and shared campfires. The ice was harsh, but the warmth of a people was stronger. The Fairhelt ruined that, and with ashes and blood ravaged the very land itself.

The Merhai fled to the New Vale, and despite raids and difficulties reestablishing life, they remade their homes here. It was peace; all was prosperity. Until the Iron Face. The Merhai could not bear to see fellow men, the True Lengels, fall under oppression by their own lords. They marched southward, and helped the horsemen find freedom.

Another evil came, Gorin. They raped, pillaged, and sacked the great cities of the world. They practiced the greatest barbarism: slavery. Overrunning the land with hearts the color of pitch, no evil was too great for them. The Merhai knew this threat had to be stopped, knew that evil marched unchecked. So though it was hopeless, despite the omens of failure, despite certainty of death, they blew the horns of war and marched south.

Two betrayals were made: Swade’s betraying half the world, and Fairhelt’s attacking their own brothers. Two betrayals it took to drag down the noble nation of the Merhai and their allies. Two wars, a heroic, wretchedly glorious last stand.

It was all for nothing.

The Vale of the Merhai will never see freedom again.

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The free men valiant who knew no fear,
Their ends in glory drew all too near,
The free men brave and bold, shouting fierce
Who set foul men of evil to flying;

For though the south-lands were dread and cold,
For though the southrons knew naught but gold,
For though all evil once dwelt in the south,
Still the fair men of north did not know fear.

Yet ‘hind the Merhai were coward men,
Whose arms ne’er sallied for glorious cause,
Their eyes were burning, their hearts were black:
With a knife in the dark they slew freedom.

To death! To death! A march of haste!
To death! To death! They feared no fate!
To death! To death! From northlands and south,
In a glory the free men fell dying!
In a glory the free men fell dying...

This story has ended.

Kal’s Story (I) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4359829#post4359829)
Kal’s Story (II) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4362697#post4362697)
Kal’s Story (III) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4391358#post4391358)
Kal’s Story (IV) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4395993#post4395993)
Kahir’s Story (I) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4480583#post4480583)
Kahir’s Story (II) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4535972#post4535972)
Kahir’s Story (III) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4561666#post4561666)
Laitu’s Story (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4861014#post4861014)
An Anecdote (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4935528#post4935528)
Falhir’s Story (I) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4948164#post4948164)
Falhir’s Story (II) (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?p=4951778#post4951778)

OOC: Forgive my vanity; I loved this nation.

To Gorin
From Iron Face Rebels

The Northern lands still do not bow to you. Both Iron Face and Gorinese armies were destroyed in this war, and if you wish to continue to fight, come and send your armies once more. Even if Iron Face loses once more, I'll see more Gorinese bastards dead in our lands.

If you wish for these Northern lands once more, you must fight and die for them. Choose what pleases you, but my people are tired of war, but will not cease until independance from Gorinese murderers is ours.

He said he owned the 'bloodiest fields'.

I believe that is most accurately interpreted as the place where the most people died.

I wrote it in the sense of 'battle' fields, just clear up any worries you people had...

anyone?

Diplo will have to wait

Thy, I wish you to know that if you accept any peace that does not ...."ensure" the gurantee we made in the very beginning, I will kill you myself. Norvalin will be gone- my one good legacy for this nes :). Of course, ym simple request is that what is mine is returned to me. Naturally, this will annoy Kal and Ken, but feh.

My simple request (officially) is that Davar be returned to the Union. In return, Ardan will pay three ecos to compensate Gorin, two to Khermi, and one to Kalmar. In addition, Ardan will officially withdraw from its alliance with Veritas (Erh, Norvalin?) and will no longer consider the island of Veritas a relic.

OOC: I still have a card to play, and if necessary, I will fight alone. Sure, I'm destined to lose. That didn't stop me any other time ;). *sigh* Its just a pity who people kept backing out of this bloody ordeal.

ughh you had to say it Dark

Sorry but no Valin presence in the old world is desired; and as such I will prosecute such a war. (excepting your colony of Orum, so long as its not expanded, and of course Kalmar)

oh and I formely guarantee Otarias independence at its current holdings.

Other than that I can negotiate with you.

Yeah I did. I'm not sure if you were reffering to me or not, as Davian isn't Valin.

I refuse to accept anything other than Davar returned to me. I couldn't care less about what happens to Veritas (city and isle). But Davar (as the fact of Ardan) must be returned- I'm offering to pay a large amount, after all.

Money isn't the issue, otherwise I would have taken direct control

stratigic concerns are; just look at this as an opportunity, you lose a liability (holdings on the mainland) and gain an opportunity to concentrate on your surroundings.

Will the UKKK be giving back the blade range and possessions south of it to Myocaca back when talks are through with Veritas or as soon as possible?

OOC: It is Evern IV Willipi. I would be much obliged if Iggy could change that in the update. No more hating on Evern III!

IC:

From: Otaria
To: The Valin Republic

We respect and empathize with your coveting of our new homeland, but, while it is a tragedy, there are no more Valin or Oneists on this isle. Indeed, there haven't been for quite some time now and we have become quite settled. There are even third generation Otarian Swades, and they'll soon have children as well. We've been here for close to a century now, and the Oneists have been gone for 4 Decades or more. We plead that you let us keep our homeland, for it is close to all of what is sacred and holy to us. This land is no longer a place of Exiles, but a haven for those who wish for progress and peace. Also, we need no assistance from your collection of ships. Our fleet of
55 Bladeremes and 14 Titans, which is most likely bigger than yours, should suffice us.

More bloodshed is unacceptable, but Otaria is ours. We will not attack you no matter what, but our shores will be defended against your incursion into them if you choose to abandon peace. We will not invade you, nor attack you, but you'll find our defenders staunch in their will to hold their new homes.

To: Myocaca
From: Otaria

We forgive you for your crimes. We accept and support your control of the Holy City, and hope you treat the Necropolis with the reverance it deserves. We ask only that you allow all Swade the right to leave the territory and go else where, and that you do not incorporate the Swade Homeland into Myocaca. We support your idea of a Cultesian Bladeist Empire, but to incorporate it under the sole name of the Myocacan Kingdom is an affront to the Honor of the Swade that is unforgivable. It is an insult to memory of all the good the Swade have brought about and a slap in the face to Willipo and the history of Bladeism. We urge tolerance and awareness of all your subjects.

Additionally, we urge forgiveness and mercy for the Aryien people. They were misguided in their actions, but they too must be forgiven. More Bladeist Blood must not be shed! They fought because Evern IV promised them land beyond their wildest dreams, and wealth. As the neglected runt of Bladeism, they were inticed. You must forgive them, and allow them to return to pre-war borders, and then we all must notice them and give them our trade and our respect.

These are Our wishes

To: The Emorians
From: Otaria
We support you gaining control of Krenel and having the Emorian Culture live on in their last glorious city. But you people are so few that Bladeists would far outnumber Emorians if you were given 2 cities and land. These cities have been build up by the Swade since they controlled them and are populated by Bladeists. Krenel can be yours, but anything else, in light of your small population, is unwise and greedy. Look to Tigot. Although you are slightly bigger than them, do not fool yourself.

As for your demands, the Epik was fought by Evern IV Willipi, who will be buried in the Necropolis as per tradition. Second, the Sword your dishonorable "replacement" brought was melted down already, and was ornementation on the body of Evern IV. It is no doubt encrusted in his blood and trampled into the dirt by now. Lastly, the Bigjaurs the body of your "replacement" were fed too are no doubt dead by now, but we could attempt to track down their great-grand pups for you. Also, how was your mother receiving visions? We were under the impression that she was tracked down and brought to the Necropolis and forced to furfill her promise of a fight. Of course the cruelty in the heart of Evern IV allowed him to slaughter her despite her leg wound. At least this is what our historians impart on us.

The Exilian Island will be mine. Or it will sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Bladeian occupation of my island is completely how should I say.......Unacceptable.

The Exilian Island will be mine. Or it will sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Bladeian occupation of my island is completely how should I say.......Unacceptable.

Sink it then, i dare you. You can gather up your followers WAYYYYY up north, promise them they can live on an island down south that they only have to conquer..

Then you and your 45 delusional people can get in a galley if your rich and sail down to Otaria, and then one Bladereme can shoot Swade Fire at you....and then your done. Good Times.

From the Gorinese Empire
To the Iron Face Rebels

Very well, you have choosen destruction for your people.

Sink it then, i dare you. You can gather up your followers WAYYYYY up north, promise them they can live on an island down south that they only have to conquer..

Then you and your 45 delusional people can get in a galley if your rich and sail down to Otaria, and then one Bladereme can shoot Swade Fire at you....and then your done. Good Times.

Once again the world is quick to bury me. Weather is it now, in a 100 years or even 500 years I will exterminate you in the most brutal way known to this world. That is all.

Iggy.... you forgot to add my stats and my country in the map... :(

To: The Emorians
From: Otaria
We support you gaining control of Krenel and having the Emorian Culture live on in their last glorious city. But you people are so few that Bladeists would far outnumber Emorians if you were given 2 cities and land. These cities have been build up by the Swade since they controlled them and are populated by Bladeists. Krenel can be yours, but anything else, in light of your small population, is unwise and greedy. Look to Tigot. Although you are slightly bigger than them, do not fool yourself.

As for your demands, the Epik was fought by Evern IV Willipi, who will be buried in the Necropolis as per tradition. Second, the Sword your dishonorable "replacement" brought was melted down already, and was ornementation on the body of Evern IV. It is no doubt encrusted in his blood and trampled into the dirt by now. Lastly, the Bigjaurs the body of your "replacement" were fed too are no doubt dead by now, but we could attempt to track down their great-grand pups for you. Also, how was your mother receiving visions? We were under the impression that she was tracked down and brought to the Necropolis and forced to furfill her promise of a fight. Of course the cruelty in the heart of Evern IV allowed him to slaughter her despite her leg wound. At least this is what our historians impart on us.

OOC: as I said, she died of infection. you never had the power to track her down. but IC wise...

IC:
To Otaria
you are confused. we made no comment on the followers of the Path of God, Or Of the Bladest. but of an EMORIAN homeland. a large portion of the population in the area in Question, in fact, a large portion of the easter portion of former Swade lands and easter Myocaca lads are Still of Emorian Decent, and some of our Cultural heratige is still apparent. Over 2/3rds of the Emorians who follow me Are Bladest. I myself am a Bladest, though My Daughter has chosen to follow the path of god, Like my husband dose.

On my brother...
Fed to the dogs.. how, fitting. a sutible death for him. though the blade, we are afraid melting it down is a little.. tricker then that. though your words have narrowed down it's possible locations. some of our followers will search the forges for it intimidatingly.
I will politely Decline on the comments that were spread by the "mad one" about my mother. she passed away at the age of 42, 6 months after my brother destroyed her kneecaps, of infections to said wounds.
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To Otaria
We wish to inform you we have retrieved the partially melted and twisted remains. we commend your people on the quality of their furnaces, and thank you for it. we will never again have to fear the destruction of the world by this blade. we will put its remains on public display for the rememberence of the one bit of good Evern IV Willipi managed to do before he died.

May I ask when stats will be updated?As soon as I get on my updating computer. They were finished with the update.

Thats one long update.I've written longer.

By the way Iggy...the Iron Faces are in no way dead. Certainly weakened, but I would not call them dead. The mask that was shattered can be remade, and a heir to Khorchi still lives...They were very badly damaged, and any attempts at a resurgence will probably be crushed.

Iggy :(, you forgot to add my country in .... :(Sorry... could you send the nation description to me in a PM? Then I'll edit it into the update.

From the Gorinese Empire
To The Iron Face Rebels

You have been defeated. The Empire will not succeed any lands to you. We will, however, put strict restraints on the more radical aspects of our culture so that they do not clash with that of your people.

To the Nkondi

As we had before we will not take out vengeful discipline upon your people. However the semi-autonmy that you enjoyed will not be enstated as of yet. However, you will be able to make your own laws, though they will be reviewed lightly by the gorinese governor. Further rights may be discussed (pm me please iggy?)
Nkondi accepts this. If you feel the need to get detailed, you can send me a PM.
Iggy.... you forgot to add my stats and my country in the map... :(Yes... see my previous response please. :)

@Swiss- I realized my mistake just before posting the update, but couldn't be bothered to fix it. I'll do that now.

OOC: as I said, she died of infection. you never had the power to track her down. but IC wise...

IC:
To Otaria
you are confused. we made no comment on the followers of the Path of God, Or Of the Bladest. but of an EMORIAN homeland. a large portion of the population in the area in Question, in fact, a large portion of the easter portion of former Swade lands and easter Myocaca lads are Still of Emorian Decent, and some of our Cultural heratige is still apparent. Over 2/3rds of the Emorians who follow me Are Bladest. I myself am a Bladest, though My Daughter has chosen to follow the path of god, Like my husband dose.

On my brother...
Fed to the dogs.. how, fitting. a sutible death for him. though the blade, we are afraid melting it down is a little.. tricker then that. though your words have narrowed down it's possible locations. some of our followers will search the forges for it intimidatingly.
I will politely Decline on the comments that were spread by the "mad one" about my mother. she passed away at the age of 42, 6 months after my brother destroyed her kneecaps, of infections to said wounds.
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To Otaria
We wish to inform you we have retrieved the partially melted and twisted remains. we commend your people on the quality of their furnaces, and thank you for it. we will never again have to fear the destruction of the world by this blade. we will put its remains on public display for the rememberence of the one bit of good Evern IV Willipi managed to do before he died.

There are no emorians in Krenel or Bladeist lands. Or any of Emorian descent. I recall you taking everyone and leaving, and in my orders i said to make sure of it. We re-populated the land with Bladeists. Otaria won't oppose the creation of your state, we just ask it not be so large that the Emorians will be a minority and thusly forced to rule harshly to maintian thier power.

Laying official claim to the area between Sintonia and Guangfei for a new nation.

Edit: Thinking through more before posting once again

OCC: Very Nice Update Iggy :)! Also, I realize I share no border with Merhai or Fairhelt but I can apply diplomatic pressure and the Valin-Khmeri conflict has stretched all over the seas so it is not a far march compared to them.

Laying official claim to the area between Sintonia and Guangfei for a new nation.

I believe Foozicaba has a claim there as well. So you two will both be there.

I believe Foozicaba has a claim there as well. So you two will both be there.

I just went back to check his posts. He's considerably to the south of me, closer to Gerougia. I'm intending to be right in the river valley.

You fools! Where am I supposed to go once my country is crushed?! >:|

You fools! Where am I supposed to go once my country is crushed?! >:|

I don't bite. Often. Besides, the trendy place is Azulia. :p

farrow could you get online please? or are you already on i can't tell

He's online.

There are no emorians in Krenel or Bladeist lands. Or any of Emorian descent. I recall you taking everyone and leaving, and in my orders i said to make sure of it. We re-populated the land with Bladeists. Otaria won't oppose the creation of your state, we just ask it not be so large that the Emorians will be a minority and thusly forced to rule harshly to maintian thier power.

OOC:
no, the Ones (no pun inteded) that migrated south were the followeres of the Path of God. there were still some 8000 emorian bladest still living in the land, and a good third of the followers of the path of god converted just to stay. you made the Followers of the Path of god move out, not the Emorians.
Swiss, Unless you genocided EVERYONE in the Area when you first got it, which is significant enough to be put in the update, there was and STILL IS a significant number of people of Emorian Decent in the Area.
and second, It's more likely for it to be even. I'm plaing on a republic, with no hint of religion in its makeup. with a large number of spade, even the majority, in the senete.

OOC:
no, the Ones (no pun inteded) that migrated south were the followeres of the Path of God. there were still some 8000 emorian bladest still living in the land, and a good third of the followers of the path of god converted just to stay. you made the Followers of the Path of god move out, not the Emorians.
Swiss, Unless you genocided EVERYONE in the Area when you first got it, which is significant enough to be put in the update, there was and STILL IS a significant number of people of Emorian Decent in the Area.
and second, It's more likely for it to be even. I'm plaing on a republic, with no hint of religion in its makeup. with a large number of spade, even the majority, in the senete.
No. All the Emorians left. Not just the Oneists. All of them. If they didn't leave with you they were forced out by me. And as Iggy can attest too, 1000 Spearmen were dispatched to hunt down Emorians all over the world. I assume they started with the closest ones and moved up:p

No retconning Terris.

Iggy, can you tell me how many Oneists remain on the island of Exilsium? From where I see it, Exilsium had a population of around 150,000-200,000 before the invasion. I doubt that more than 10,000 could have fled the island, since there was only a small fleet there, and you didn't say that the area was genocided more than normal.

Even if many were killed in the Swade invasion and the suppression of the guerilla war, there was no large-scale genocide at the level of New Veritas, so I'd assume that the number of Oneists at least equals the number of Bladeists on the island. I'm rather dubious that in <50 years, the ethnic makeup of the entire island has been totally changed. It's statistically (and logistically) impossible.

From: Oceanus Selenica
To: The Emorian People

We will create a homeland for the people of Emor, and all Oneists living in Cultesia, out of the occupied Swade lands, on two conditions. The first is that we work together to bring reconciliation between the Church of the One and the Path of God sect. The second is that Emor and Veritas sign a treaty of alliance and friendship.

@Dark: Sheesh, come on MSN before threatening me and stuff. :p

@Cleric: We should really, um, talk.

@Thlayli

HOW DARE YOU POST WITHOUT UPDATING YOUR NES FIRST.

Then lets talk you mad musketman.

Then lets talk you mad musketman.

Ok, PM incoming soon.

@Kal: If we're allowed to hold on to the island of Veritas itself, and Valins can freely leave Old Veritas, we have a deal.

@Stalin: I'm working, I'm working!

You guys radically underestimate the ability of the Swades to mess around with population demographics.

Emor was quietly cleared. A bunch fled, and a bunch of other converted. And the Extinction Doctrine took place in Exilsium. That was what allowed such large-scale guerilla warfare against the Swades.

There are about 10 000 Oneists left in Pax and the northern end of the island.The Swades were already recalling their troops, and governmental collapse resulted in a less rigid following of the Doctrine.

For comparison, there are about 40-50 000 ethnic Swades.

Exactly, I know the Swades are good at what they do (genocide, etc.) :D

Iggy, did you see my post about my religion's name? If so, can I hope to see a description posted soon? :D

Iggy, can you tell me how many Oneists remain on the island of Exilsium? From where I see it, Exilsium had a population of around 150,000-200,000 before the invasion. I doubt that more than 10,000 could have fled the island, since there was only a small fleet there, and you didn't say that the area was genocided more than normal.

Even if many were killed in the Swade invasion and the suppression of the guerilla war, there was no large-scale genocide at the level of New Veritas, so I'd assume that the number of Oneists at least equals the number of Bladeists on the island. I'm rather dubious that in <50 years, the ethnic makeup of the entire island has been totally changed. It's statistically (and logistically) impossible.
Ahem, in 97 years, the extermination of an island is very much a possiblity. It was fast at times, it was slow at times, but we have been occupying it without Oneist interference for 30+ years. So.....in an Island full of Genocidal Fanatics armed to the teeth with orders to genocide you, and you have no backup or re-enforcement, I think its quite likely there are none left. At all. I was under the impression there were none left in the part of the Island i had last update. I think Iggy might have confirmed that :hmm: I would estimate there are maybe a couple left on Pax, but def under 10K, and maybe some hiding in the north, but not enough to be more than 1000. They will be politely asked to leave. Our purity must be insured.

Iggy, could you clear that up, and could you PLEASE start doing the History again. That was one of the most useful story helpers. I want it, please:(

Did you see my note in the update asking you about that LB? I didn't have the time to check it again.

:clap::dance::woohoo::bounce::band:10 000th Post!!!:band::bounce::woohoo::dance::clap:

I might think of something better, but for now the scholars of the Citadel are simply referring to it as Messianic Gnosticism.

Did you miss this one then?

Link please?

Congrats Iggy. You have offically spammed 2x as much as me. :p

Yes, but you've still been banned about 5x as much as me. :p I think that is enough of a response to the accusation of 'spam'.

Ohhh, you wanted a short description too. Thats cool, I thought you just needed a name. I will get to work on that. Sorry about that!

Yes, but you've still been banned about 5x as much as me. :p I think that is enough of a response to the accusation of 'spam'.

Oh, many more. Haven't you been banned... once? I've been banned 10ish or more.

To: Valin League
From: Myocaca

This is an insult to Bladeist nations. This land is rightfully Bladeist. We will create a state for Emor, but such a vast amount of land with a vast majority of people being of Swade/Myocacan descent is outrageous. What you are proposing is casting out thousands of culturally native Swade and Myocacans. That land is not Emorian and has not been ofor over 300 years. We will see to it Emor has an independent State but our demand is that you do not willfully try to dictate the affairs of land no longer yours. If you want peace, we demand the land handed to its rightful owners.

To: Otaria
From: Myocaca

We will see to it that Myocaca goes under a new name of The Cultesian Bladeist Empire of Greater Swayaca. But that time will come when the city of Swade is placed into the hands of our Empire and the Bladeist homeland is united. We will have a talk with Aryie, but their insolence will not go unpunished.

Well, I'll write more about it in a post, but here is a relatively compact version. Edit it as necessary:

A syncretic religion, Messianic Gnosticism, also known as Messianic Oneism, incorporates Bladeism, New Eldism, Oneism, Kyriotheism (itself a modified Oneist religion), and Gerougioikai and Guarelai philosophy. The religion grew from a general disillusionment from the Great Sins of the North. The skeptical southern peoples had always questioned and probed and refined their religion, existing in an atmosphere of constant dialogue, competition, and compromise. The One God of Oneism is split into multiple aspects, as in Bladeism. The aspects correspond to the religions: the kindly Autorex, the mighty Strategos, and the peace bringing Hierophant. Prince, Paladin, and Priest, the God of Messianic Gnosticism is also prophesied to come as a liberator of all men. The Great Prophets of Messianic Gnosticism are Eugenides, Phidias, and Alexandros.

The Steel Beneath…

The hard do what is necessary. The strong do what is right. The good do both.
—Most Revered Saereen, High Guide of Kelios, r. 1679-1741

Light did not reach the Deep Cells. There was no sign of night or day, nor the passing of seasons. It was always warm in the Deep Cells, warm and moist. In the darkness, there was only the steady drip of water down the slick stone walls to remind the prisoners that they still lived. Some ran their fingers along the ground, moving to and fro the centuries of grime while others stared blankly at the grey rock as if to bore a hole with vision. All despaired of leaving but through the Red Door.

The Red Door stood ominously at the end of the block. To the newest in the Deep Cells, it was innocuous, merely an oddity that some ancient gaoler had seen fit to paint the door a vibrant red. After a few months, though, they knew. They all understood the meaning of the Red Door. Behind the Red Door lay death. You went through the Red Door and you never came back.

At least, so Lothir liked to believe. The prisoners did not talk to him lightly. The oppressive air felt too thick for frivolous speech down in the Deep Cells. He had been the Council’s Justice for what felt three lifetimes, yet he had never overcome his superstitions about the place. A hint of a whisper murmured in his ear at every step, a ghostly hand gripped his shoulder, or a wind blew far beneath where any wind would ever blow. Lothir was not fond of the Deep Cells. He exercised his fear on his prisoners.

Those who had been in the Deep Cells the longest did not have his fear. He envied them, and he hurt them the most. No one saw broken knuckles and shattered knees in the dark of the Deep Cells. No one would have thought to look if they could. Here were kept the worst of the worst of Kelios, those who could not be released, those who had strayed so far from the Path as to be irredeemable. Only the full Council or a half Council presided over by the Most Revered could doom a man or woman to the Deep Cells, and the vote must be unanimous. Lothir rarely got new toys.

It had been a wondrous surprise when the Most Revered herself met Lothir on his return from the Deep Cells a fortnight past. He was not accustomed to speech, and the Most Revered must have thought him dull-witted. Truly, he had been astounded by her words. There were to be many prisoners, nearly a dozen, put under his care in the Deep Cells. When he asked of their crime, she replied only that they were scum of the worst sort.

Three days later, seven men and four women were led down into the Deep Cells by men wearing the cream color of the Army of Blades. They seemed little different from the usual prisoners. Some held their heads high in defiance as if somehow they might free themselves. The labyrinthine passageways would ensure not. Others slumped, already defeated. Lothir thought it odd that so many should be put under his care so suddenly.

Days passed. Water and slime oozed down the walls of the Deep Cells. Lothir fancied that the oldest prisoners told time by how many drops fell, counting each droplet in an eternal struggle for life—and for sanity. When the eleven new inmates had been abandoned for nine days, the Most Revered returned. She was not as uneasy as he in the gloom of the passages. This time, what she said was of even greater interest to Lothir.

“Lothir, you have served the Council for a long time. Down here in the dark, I doubt you hear the news of the surface, but the Council has given me sole authority over the prisoners kept here, in all of the Holding. I am taking especial interest in the Deep Cells. Will you serve me as loyally as you served the Council?”

To Lothir, there was no question of loyalty. He served, as he always had. “Of course, High Guide.”

“My heart is glad to know that some remain followers of the Path. You are yourself a shining example.” At this, Lothir tried to interject. He thought of the Path little, if at all, and had not seen a Guide before her in a decade. The Most Revered raised a hand, and he fell silent.

“As I was saying, you are a shining example of the Path. You see, these new prisoners, they are not.”

“As are all of the prisoners I hold, High Guide, else the Council would not have sent them to me.”

“Of course, yet these eleven are worse. Let me be frank, and brief. They profess to be Divotheists, believers in absurd beings of the air that will save them. They will not deny these beings of the air, for if they do they believe that they are doomed, more doomed than they could ever be. Your task is to make them deny Divotheism. I have heard much of your talents, Lothir. I rely on only the best.”

“I am the best, High Guide. Yet do you want them alive?” No one ever left the Deep Cells alive.

“If you can. Once they have proclaimed Divotheism three times, killed them. It is no use trying to convince the stubborn.”

The Most Revered had left shortly thereafter, leaving behind a wonderfully fragrant tea and a sharp knife. Around the knife was curled a scrap of paper. Lothir had the Chief Undergaoler read it to him.

“’Use the tea the first time, the threat of the knife the second, and the knife the last.’ But what does it mean, Lothir? Who gave this to you, knowing that you cannot read?”

Lothir kept his smile to himself. “I will not say.”

That night, he made the first attempt. She was young, barely out of her teenage years. She was one of those who had hung her head in defeat while being led down the stairs. Perhaps she would yield more easily.

Yet the tea did not loosen her tongue to deny the sky gods. Not the promise of leaving, not the knowledge that she might still survive. After four hours, Lothir surrendered and led the girl back to her cell.

The next night, he used the knife. She did not make a sound when the blade pressed against her throat. Neither the promise of death nor the threat of doom could make her deny the sky gods. Lothir led the girl back to her cell.

On the third night, the knife nicked her skin. Warm blood, warm even in the steamy warmth of the Deep Cells, trickled down her throat and into the hollow of her chest. In his arms, she denied the sky gods, and cursed them. For the first time Lothir could remember, a prisoner did not leave by the Red Door.

@MjM- Twice, maybe 3 times.

From: Oceanus Selenica
To: The Emorian People

We will create a homeland for the people of Emor, and all Oneists living in Cultesia, out of the occupied Swade lands, on two conditions. The first is that we work together to bring reconciliation between the Church of the One and the Path of God sect. The second is that Emor and Veritas sign a treaty of alliance and friendship.


We would like to point out that the Path of God was reconsiled with Church of the One about 300 years ago. and since then we have had our freindship. but the third term we must disagree. untill you cease your pointless waring, in a war that has cost both sides dearly, we can not have an allaince with you. We would be willing to sign a defensive alliance once the war ends though.


To: Valin League
From: Myocaca

This is an insult to Bladeist nations. This land is rightfully Bladeist. We will create a state for Emor, but such a vast amount of land with a vast majority of people being of Swade/Myocacan descent is outrageous. What you are proposing is casting out thousands of culturally native Swade and Myocacans. That land is not Emorian and has not been ofor over 300 years. We will see to it Emor has an independent State but our demand is that you do not willfully try to dictate the affairs of land no longer yours. If you want peace, we demand the land handed to its rightful owners.


We agree with the Myocacan. Vertis should turn over the land to Myocacan at once.

OOC

Emor was quietly cleared. A bunch fled, and a bunch of other converted. And the Extinction Doctrine took place in Exilsium. That was what allowed such large-scale guerilla warfare against the Swades.

I was correct, there IS an Emorian Bladest Population there.

I will get revenge. If I have to run away to start anew every time, I will get revenge. I rarely get angry, and I'm not angry. I'm pissed. Even if I have to write story after story about one lone Lengel surviving to continue the culture and the hate elsewhere, I will do it. This the extent of my desire for revenge.

Fwiglo
Cities: Fantigo
Leader:The Council of Five /Foozicaba
Religion: Bladeism
Government: Oligarchy
Economy: 2- 2/0
Population: To be determined by me
Army: To be determined by me
Navy: None
Education: None
Technology: Bronze Age
Confidence: Tolerating
Culture: None
Wonders:
Description: Fwinglo is perhaps one of the smallest country in the world. They are isolated from everybody. They found their religion through an old man who been in many countries. Through him, Bladeism was found. Due to its size, their government, The Council of Five, was able to make the country stable. They spent most of their time on economy, building roads, and making farms for efficient. Now, they decide to reveal themselves upon the other empires.


i think you should know my place :P

Money isn't the issue, otherwise I would have taken direct control

stratigic concerns are; just look at this as an opportunity, you lose a liability (holdings on the mainland) and gain an opportunity to concentrate on your surroundings.

This is why the bloody war began in the first place- you two are simply prats (well, Kal alot more than Ken). You honestly expect us to give up and sign peace when we have very little left to lose? Yes I know how we have the chance of winning as we did when we began- (a very, very small chance) but as I mentioned before, I don't really care. If needed, I'll fight until Kal's puppet attacks me. But I hope those who are watching this fight remember- it won't be long until they're in a dispute, and you'll know what exactly you'll get.

Withou Davar, there will be no peace. Simple.

Anyways, I've begun the official paperwork to request that Contempt and Thy both shut up. At least contact me on AIM or MSN before you guys go and blow my hard won victories.

A syncretic religion, Messianic Gnosticism, also known as Messianic Oneism, incorporates Bladeism, New Eldism, Oneism, Kyriotheism (itself a modified Oneist religion), and Gerougioikai and Guarelai philosophy. The religion grew from a general disillusionment from the Great Sins of the North. The skeptical southern peoples had always questioned and probed and refined their religion, existing in an atmosphere of constant dialogue, competition, and compromise. The One God of Oneism is split into multiple aspects, as in Bladeism. The aspects correspond to the religions: the kindly Autorex, the mighty Strategos, and the peace bringing Hierophant. Prince, Paladin, and Priest, the God of Messianic Gnosticism is also prophesied to come as a liberator of all men. The Great Prophets of Messianic Gnosticism are Eugenides, Phidias, and Alexandros.

sounds similar to my religion, although I had a base of my own religion before I started comparing the "truths" from other religions to incoperate into my own. its very usefull for the borg factor :p

This is why the bloody war began in the first place- you two are simply prats (well, Kal alot more than Ken). You honestly expect us to give up and sign peace when we have very little left to lose? Yes I know how we have the chance of winning as we did when we began- (a very, very small chance) but as I mentioned before, I don't really care. If needed, I'll fight until Kal's puppet attacks me. But I hope those who are watching this fight remember- it won't be long until they're in a dispute, and you'll know what exactly you'll get.

so Why did you start a fight with a small success rate? And then expect not to have to make concessions?

Kal: If we're allowed to hold on to the island of Veritas itself, and Valins can freely leave Old Veritas, we have a deal.

I have never stopped the movement of peoples, I am an enlightned Tyrant after all :p. couple more points, Veritas (the island) will be demilitarised, not Veritas military units on it, or near it. And finally what price are you going to buy it for? :p

From: The Valin Republic of Veritas
To: Myocaca

Perhaps our information on the number of Oneists living in the region was not accurate.

Let's arrange an exchange instead. We will give control over the occupied Swade territories to Myocaca, in return for Myocaca's territory in New Veritas. We would also like to propose a 100 year Non-Aggression Pact and a trade agreement between our nations.

The Valin Republics also publically apologize for offending Myocaca so many hundreds of years ago, by asking the Lengels to cede Veritas back our former colony in Myocacan territory. We hope you accept this, and agree to friendship between our peoples.

To: Myocaca

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT CALL IT Swacaya or whatever that horrid amalgamation was. Just call it the Bladeist Empire of Greater Cultesia or something. Perhaps the Bladeist Union of Myocaca and the Swade.

To:Fwiglo
From: Otaria

Welcome, newly civilized brethern, to the greatest religion on earth. The Otarian Swade would happily help you with technological advancement and perhaps even regional expansion, through training of course.


OOC: Then you'd be BUMS. lolololololol.

But seriously, no Swaycaca. That hurt my soul.

And do not allow Veritas to rebuild their opressive empire so quickly. Remeber what happened the last time, and the time before that? History seems to repeat itself. I myself will take no action on the issue, because my people are tired of slaughter, but so many Bladeists died to liberate the lands of New Veritas(Which incidentally have NO Oneists in them anymore, only Bladeists). Don't give our land to Thayli or the Oneists. I beg of you, as the greatest Bladeist power.

And do not allow Veritas to rebuild their opressive empire so quickly. Remeber what happened the last time, and the time before that? History seems to repeat itself. I myself will take no action on the issue, because my people are tired of slaughter, but so many Bladeists died to liberate the lands of New Veritas(Which incidentally have NO Oneists in them anymore, only Bladeists). Don't give our land to Thayli or the Oneists. I beg of you, as the greatest Bladeist power.

Swiss, stop making OOC demands of people. You are not Swade any more.

Does it actually take a long time just to add my country and stats in the update???? :(

Swiss, stop making OOC demands of people. You are not Swade any more.

LOLs, i was not refering to myself as the Greatest Bladeist power, but to him...since he has control. It wasn't a demand, thusly the I beg of you thingy. Reading comprehension is a very good skill to learn someday:goodjob:

LOLs, i was not refering to myself as the Greatest Bladeist power, but to him...since he has control. It wasn't a demand, thusly the I beg of you thingy. Reading comprehension is a very good skill to learn someday:goodjob:

I think Cuiv's referring to the fact that as Otaria, you shouldn't care whether or not I receive my province back, nor would you know about diplomacy addressed to Myocaca from Veritas.

Unless of course, you aren't the peace-loving Bladeists you'd have us believe you are. ;)

Swiss, that wasn't begging, that was demanding and putting it in the form of begging. Don't try to bluff me.

You might want to reread my post because you seem to have missed the point. Stay in character.

OOC: swaycaca was a funny little thought I had at how I could butcher the two great names the most;)

IC:

To: Otaria
From: Myocaca

We are naming ourselve the Cultesian Bladeist Empire of Greater Myocaca. Short abreviation will be CBEGM. This name will be inaugurated when we get back full control of Swade. As of your forgiving us for our mistake in attacking Swade, you are the one who killed the great king, when we had the intention of imprisoning him. Things got out of hand and so all that slaughter came.

To: Valin Republic
From: Myocaca

We cannot grant you the land in former New Veritas. We have already drawn up plans to grant the territory to Sintonia for her noble service all these years to the Blade Alliance. However, we still demand that territory you have taken back.

Stay in character.
Thusly IC i did nothing and OOC i said my opinion

IC= In Character
OOC= Out of Character

Thusly if i don't make out of character comments when i'm in character...I'm staying in character....do you follow?

I'll stop making the comments in thread though, if thats bothering you.

Wubba was just taking my joke at the end of the update to heart.

Updating stats.

It's the Holy Empire of Aryie, Iggy! >:P

Although technically, it can't be an empire, because the emperor is dead, and he has no heirs.

A provisional government! Yay!

I'll just leave it as 'Aryie'.

A map for Foozicaba and Silver Steak.
http://forums.civfanatics.com/uploads/59597/YATHAI.png

Thusly IC i did nothing and OOC i said my opinion
Decloak: So, are you saying that given there was no OOC tag in front of it at the time, that Otaria invented "LOL" in this reality? If so, I presume everyone knows who to kill then. :p

Decloak: So, are you saying that given there was no OOC tag in front of it at the time, that Otaria invented "LOL" in this reality? If so, I presume everyone knows who to kill then. :p
:mischief:

We're approaching 200 pages in this thread, with almost 4k posts. The limit is between 3k and like around 4k. Once we reach 5k there is database problems. I don't want this to be shut down by a Moderator prematurely, maybe we should get part III up soonish, like after stats.

Its a good time too as well, the Greater War seems to be over.

It's an even better time than you may suspect...

It's an even better time than you may suspect...

What exactly is that supposed to mean?

Yeah, starting a LINESIII would be a good idea. Or a LINESII.b would be good.

While there are a few threads going around that are larger than 4k posts, we don't want too many because of the database issues SE was talking about.

It's an even better time than you may suspect...

So, are we going to start a new thread, or not? I don't want to post a story in this thread to have it get locked the day afterwards. :p

If you start a new thread, are you going to hand out awards? Or was that only applicable to the old thread?

Awards after the thread's completion. Which will be very soon Turner.

@Turner- LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III actually. By the numerical system I'm using, LINESIII would involve a whole new NES.

Nice update!

I no longer blame you for taking a really long time to write it, as it was worth it

EDIT: PAGE 200!

I guess I'll hold off on writing a story until the new thread. Good thing, too; I should really be doing work for Arabic right now.

Iggy, you sound like you're about to arbitrarily end the thread. I have no problems with that, but it seems like there are a couple unresolved issues that need another update before we go to a "true" BT.

From: Valin Republic of Veritas
To: Myocaca

How can you ask us to return the Emorian lands to you without anything in return? The Valin people deserve as much payment for the slaughter and damage of the Extinction Doctrine in New Veritas as the Bladeists do for their suffering.

We are willing to pay you for the province, if you insist.

I like the new avatar iggy.

Well, I have to end it soon anyway. Who says that they have to end in logical places?

@Swiss- Thank you.

I like the new avatar iggy.

Bah. My penguin is better. :smug:

Heresy Turner! I've had the penguin since back when you were using that Haida Artwork avatar, and the Calvin and Hobbes dancing.

If by Haida you mean Tlingit, then yeah. ;)

Egads!

Spam! By a Mod! Get him (er-her?)!

Mods by definition do not spam.

Besides, SwissEmpire started it. How many warnings have I handed out for spam in this thread? Y'all oughta be glad I didn't, cuz I can hit that infraction button real quick!

(And I'm a he, last time I checked. ;))

Eh. I'll shut up before everyone mutinies and decides to lynch me ;).

I support a BT and thread change. I really need a fresh start after all that I have been through with diplomacy. Need to repair relations with neighbors and just work on improving my domestic situation.

@Turner- Haida and Tlingit artwork is similar, both are coastal peoples in or near the panhandle.

But I don't want to spam any more than what is necessary to end this discussion.

BT and a threat change I support. Perhaps the new thread could open with a BT? :P

No BT, just awards and a new thread. Maybe a long update like last time, but nothing more.

Stats soon?

@Turner- Haida and Tlingit artwork is similar, both are coastal peoples in or near the panhandle.

But I don't want to spam any more than what is necessary to end this discussion.

You do know I'm Tlingit, right?

Yes, you mentioned that you were of some native alaskan descent in a thread a while back. I can't recall where that was, perhaps CPC.

Yes, you mentioned that you were of some native alaskan descent in a thread a while back. I can't recall where that was, perhaps CPC.

That should have ruled out Haida, then, shouldn't it? They're from the islands of British Columbia, IIRC.

Just because you're not related to a group doesn't mean that you can't use their artwork as an avatar.

Yes, you mentioned that you were of some native alaskan descent in a thread a while back. I can't recall where that was, perhaps CPC.

I think it was one of my ancestors who was the first white baby born in Alaska, though that seems a fairly incredulous claim. It may only apply to American whites (as opposed to any Russians or whoever).