At once, she had gone deep into the desert, convinced somehow that the Savirai would be her people; she went among them, healing, preaching, and generally fulfilling signs, before finally arriving in the realms of the Order of Mirai, in the northeast of the Face of the Moon. She had expected to meet resistance, but the people of the region were generally eager to take her in and protect her, to see if she indeed fulfilled the signs, and perhaps offer her up as the true Seventh Aitah. Eventually, they sought to ensconce her with the Alonites, who would doubtless know exactly what to do with her, and sought to avoid contact with some of the potentially unfriendly orders the Sadorishi came to mind.
Moving northwest, she neared the court of the Aelonists in Tarvaen, only to be informed at the last moment that this country, too, had been caught up in trouble evidently the Sadorishi, nervous at the growing power of the Alonites, strongarmed their way into the country, forcing the local rulers to choose between resistance or meek acquiescence (in the end, the king himself and much of his court would choose to voluntarily join the Alonite order, but the Sadorishi had effectively taken the southern half of the country).
She had almost nowhere left to go. Ereithaler had seemingly no religious allegiance now, allying with the Maninists and Aelonists in turn when it suited them. The Ethir and Stettin states were clearly only target practice for the Halyrate and Ereithaler. That left two places.
Thus it was that a strange woman with a foreign accent arrived at the Alonite safehouse in Vana, seeking asylum.
Fresh from the banking catastrophe, the Accans were still reeling when they were hit by yet another blow. The death of the High Ward Montoss now at the height of Alonite power in the last century led to the election of Elea Gyldwin in her place. Most famous as the subject of the burn the witch speech from scarcely a decade prior, she wasted no time in pushing a new agenda through the Concourse, the first item of which was the dissolution of the Accan Quarters.
Inviolate for centuries, the Accan Quarters had been established practically at the beginning of the Halyrate, tying the two sides of the Kern together. In some cities, the Accans in Gallat numbered almost ten or fifteen percent of the population; quite suddenly, they had the rug pulled out from under them. There would be no massacre here they were imply informed that they would have to join a Halyral order and forswear loyalty to the Vellari, or face expulsion from the Halyrate.
It was a daring move, and one that met with immediate outcry from across the Kern. High Prince Zakraphetas, only barely removed from an assassination attempt, could scarcely believe the mess his predecessor had gotten him into but even had he been able to smooth things over before, that would have been impossible now.
The truth of the matter that the Halyrate, though it had owed its survival to the Karapeshai in days of old, scarcely cared whether it earned the enmity of the Satar now had become clear, but what had become still more clear was that war was imminent. Even staggering under the blows they had just been dealt, the Vellari nuccia could mobilize an enormous fleet. And so they did, gathering for an uncertain war where even who numbered on the two sides hadn't yet become clear.
For their part, the Accans on the other side of the Kern almost universally joined the Piriveni Order, though not an insubstantial number left for the other side of the Kern.
With war on their minds.
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Though conflict seemed to be brewing in the north of the world, in the south, they worked hard to defuse what tensions existed particularly those religious in nature. Rumor had it that the Grandpatriarchy had made some sort of peace with the Kothari Redeemer, but none could suss out exactly what the details were.
And despite proclamations from the Kothari Exatai reminding anyone and everyone that the Shuhar were still their vassals in rebellion, the southern empire went untroubled by invasion or even sanction for much of this decade. Instead, the peaceful interlude allowed them some luxuries they had not been afforded for quite some time. Most notably, Carhas II was able to negotiate the establishment of trade houses in Krato and distant Arrunehtar to better facilitate exchange with both lands not to mention make it a good deal safer.
This was a fairly rousing success, as exotic timbers and nuts became a surprisingly hot commodity in Krato and the Trahana lands though far more valuable, obviously, were the gemstones from the south, and the ivory harvested from the deeper jungles. While Krato had once been a source for ivory in its own right, the denudation of the Yensai by the march of Satores some three hundred years earlier had destroyed the habitat of the native elephants and now ivory was as scarce there as it was anywhere else.
Similar merchant-mindedness seemed to prevail in the empire of Gaarim, where the country set about improving roads and strengthening ties to both Tsutongmerang (which was to be expected) and the Khoskai (which was not). All this made a great deal of sense for the empire what was more surprising was its construction of a small fleet near the capital that was outfitted along Tsutongmerangic lines, readied for a long voyage, and then sent eastward on a grand journey that rounded the straits and sailed along the coast until it reached Leuce, in the Kothari Exatai, before turning back and sailing home.
While it was pure symbolism, it was powerfully done, and it marked a new era in Gaarim. Merchants began to ply the waves in every direction, particularly to the Airendhe and Tsutongmerang itself, and while others continued to control much of the trade going into the empire, they now at least had some control over that vast source of wealth.
The Zarian, meanwhile, turned up their nose at such vulgar activities, and instead looked inward. Specifically, inland, as their newest king, Cerjin II, pushed his soldiers deep into the jungles, driving out the tribes who had dwelt there for hundreds of years and seizing their villages as their own. While the Zarian were able to secure considerable territory, they had some trouble getting much productivity out of the rainforest; their planting patterns had been more suited for the coastal regions and less so for the interior.
But the biggest movement in the south came around Tsutongmerang, where the schemes of various factions pulled the state in half a dozen different directions. The most obvious move was that of Xochipepe of the Prosperity, who assembled a great fleet and army to conquer the few remaining independent cities of the isle they called Mashineshtotang, just to the south of Tsutongmerang itself. The conquest, supported by the Truths, took several years, starting with a march on the inland city of Kahera, resulting in a bloody siege that eventually led to the burning of the volcano-worshipers' capital in a spectacular display of violence. Advancing in a great procession, the soldiers then fought independent states one after another, bringing each to its knees in turn, and though persistent rumors of cannibalistic tribes plagued the army's sleep at night, this never came to pass. By the end, only one city remained still in resistance, though the siege lines were noosed tight around it.
Compared to this, Itoshia of the Truths had rather less spectacular accomplishments. His influence extended mostly to the waves around the capital proper, where he set up a series of patrols by semi-independent privateers whose job was less to loot passing ships, and more to force them to dock at the city itself in order to pay fees to the Triads. This proved less popular with the major powers, but it was not too unusual in the world at large.
Perhaps most intriguing was a cultish religion set up by Tepin, the leader of the Talents, whose unsavory Dregs beat up more than a few Conclavist missionaries in the interior of the main island. They instead began to worship the strange stone totems that dotted the interior, and resisted the interference of the more established religions fiercely, calling themselves a revival of the old animist beliefs.
But unusual as it was, the Talents' new faith could not compete on the larger scale with the huge influx of Conclavist money and missionaries, spearheaded by distant Hailsia. The missionaries reached deep into the isle of Mashineshtotang, and into the southern reaches of the Shuhar Empire everywhere spreading the gospel of Doru o Ierai: that the purpose of man was to uncover the universal Truths that were woven throughout the universe.
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Shattered for centuries, the successors to the old empires in the west had gone through so many phases of squabbling and attempted reunification that one would be entirely forgiven for thinking that the current time was nothing more than the next in this line. For Tiagho had begun to beat the drums of war, and while one might have expected their designs to be focused on the Highland states of Dula, Tara, and Anraugh, they instead went eastward, smashing the smaller state of Nedama with fairly little trouble in a battle by Lake Ndeos.
At the same time, they worked to secure their western flank, allying with the Taidhir, though a similar effort to bring the Raighama into their alliance was rebuffed, with the smaller state pointing out that they had little interest in joining with the power who had been a long-term enemy. Nevertheless, between Tiagho and the Taidhir, they had the power to be a real force in the cradle.
The Khoskai, meanwhile, seeking to break out of the traditional trade routes that funneled all of their wealth through the Airendhe (and, obviously, made them dependent on the Trahana), began to rebuild the Grand Canal, an ancient edifice from the Dulama period which had lain in disrepair so long that it was entirely unusable. Hiring engineers from the academies of the old Dulama cities, they managed to scrape together quite an impressive workforce one that was able to build a new and enormous canal with a complex lock system for ascending the lands between the Rivers Thala and Thuaitl but they did not quite have the money to make the effort a success by the time the decade petered to an end.
Rumors of a treaty between the Dula and the Khoskai, to counter the central alliance of the Taidhir and Tiagho, abounded, but there was nothing substantive; at the same time, reports from the south indicated that Gialla had invaded Ochu but that there was nothing here but the normal order of things where the successor states were locked in constant combat.
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Ossified and immense, the Empire of the Trahana had been seemingly frozen in time for years even with the rise of the Golden Ships. Perhaps this had something to do with an intellectual and artistic stagnation, as the Decadence had been the style for decades now. Perhaps, though, it had something to do with the ancient Dowager Empress, who had lived long past her prime, and continued to rule through her son, whose ability to resist was minimal, at best.
The opening finally came with the death of the Dowager Empress, not only removing the single greatest figure of the old guard in Trahana politics, but also leaving the young and impressionable young Emperor vulnerable to influences from any number of his courtiers. The first to catch his ear and thus the most successful early on, were the nobility of old Trahana, those who had the bloodlines stretching back the furthest, almost to the first days of the Empire. The Emperor, rather confused by the kindliness of his new advisers, passed what they hoped would only be the beginning of certain laws taxing the establishment of new corporate ventures like the constituents of the Golden Ships.
But the Golden Ships had already begun to strike back, and while they had not yet caught the ear of the Emperor himself, they were able to insinuate a force of advisers into the capital themselves, and, truthfully, they did know rather more about what was going on in the outlying regions than the old nobility did.
It was they that sponsored the construction of a series of new lighthouses on the southern islands, which had once been a great hazard for navigation along the Airendhe route, but now would be guarded by a magnificent series of lights.
Further along the coast, both Naran and Hariha looked to expand their share of the trade along the Ocean. Pulled in several directions at once, Naran's taelics could not agree on a place to focus their military force some advocating for war in the south, others in the north, or even the west but they certainly could agree that building a larger fleet was a desirable thing. For, once, Naran had the greatest and proudest fleet in the region, and though they were surpassed by the Noaunnaha now, many felt like they ought to reclaim that glory if they could.
Hariha needed no program of shipbuilding, for they were already one of the greatest navies on the Sunset Ocean. Instead, they looked mostly to expand their hold on existing markets, signing an alliance with Cuivar and extending feelers north to see which Reokhar successors might be most amenable to the same sort of deal. As it turned out, most of them had a certain wariness of Hariha, especially Havur, which sat on their border, and had in fact signed a deal with the distant empire of Tin Tan Tar, looking to discourage a Harihan assault.
In that distant empire, the intellectual developments of the past three hundred years were reinvigorated by the work of Kieng Huae Kieng, who expanded the probabilistic calculations of his predecessors and introduced a theorem which would later become one of the cornerstones of probability analysis. More importantly, Kieng displayed a singularly practical genius as well, suggesting a number of innovations adopted by his government, including the introduction of paper money, carefully regulated (though it only happened in fits and starts, as the people distrusted this new idea greatly), a state gambling house, and a state insurance company as well.
Meanwhile, the upper Kolgir valley was colonized with surprising rapidity, owing not a little to the adoption of a new type of plow better able to cut steppe soils, and a heavy infusion of government money. This had the natural effect of somewhat unnerving the local Vischa nobility, and it spurred more than a few of the Kyumai raiders in the area to target Tin Tan Tar as they had their southern enemies previously.
Darkened skies presented something of a problem to agriculture throughout the western half of the world, clouded by volcanic ash and this drove many of the less careful countries deep into debt as agricultural revenues fell far below the expected levels.
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Only a couple of decades removed from the tumultuous creation of the Exatai, the Vischa seemed to be in no mood for a serious conflict. Some trumped up excuse was found to launch a series of raids against the Kyumai (and they didn't have to look far, because Kyumai raids on the Vischa had almost simultaneously begun to intensify)... but this was rather transparently an attempt to grab loot and livestock from their steppe rivals and to give the imperial comitatus something to do, not an attempt to take territory or win a long-term conflict.
Behind this arc of raiding and counter-raiding on the frontier, the heartland of the Exatai passed through a quiet, if not entirely happy, period.
Meanwhile, the High Prince invited several of the greatest Eskana Valley notables to his court in Arhat, letting them participate in the politics of the capital for the first time but this only somewhat alleviated the problems there, as court politics only lent a noble a little influence over the affairs of state. The most influential of these lords, Yuryas, used his new proximity to the High Prince to push for investment directly into the Eskana, pointing out that while the Prince was investing heavily into his homeland, little of the money found its way across the Nelhai.
Despite the minority's discontent, the investments certainly proved worthwhile while much of the rest of the world felt the heavy impact of the darkening skies, the increasing crop yields from around Lake Eskha managed to offset the losses elsewhere in the Exatai, and though there was no growth, the land suffered few of the famines and depredations that other, nearby lands did.
The Telha Exatai suffered rather more. The River Einan froze over for three consecutive winters, and so, too, did a number of the rice paddies in the lowlands, their crops withering in the cold. Even the Rath Satar, with little to no agriculture except for a few scattered farms around Asihkar, turned a little bleaker, with the grasses fading to withered clumps of brown, and a few scattered dust storms rising out of the east. But the country weathered the crisis, and the High Prince Pharaxes was still able to implement a broad program of monastic building by the end of the decade, coupling this with a series of persecutions of what few heretics or heathens remained within his borders.
This met with general approval among the populace, who were, after all, looking for someone to blame for the crop failures, or perhaps looking for a little more land somewhere, but with rather less approval among the merchants, who grew concerned that perhaps the less pious might not want to make the long trip through Tephran territory.
But for the moment, the pogroms extended only to natives, and efforts of the Exatai on either size of the Tephrans with the Vellari extending trade feelers in either direction, and the Vischa building a series of trading posts to better secure the steppe route increased the flow of trade regardless. And after 804 RM, the greatest threat on the Tephran borders diminished somewhat, though through no actions of their own.
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Not long after the speech at the Concourse, a woman by the name of Aelea arrived in Cyve. Bearing almost more scars than skin, she had been an Aelonist living on the island before she went on a mission to Sarkanda, in the shadow of the Zalkephai Rashai. It was there that she had been tortured at the hands of the Zalkephic zealots, and released as an example to other would-be martyrs. Her arrival in Cyve prompted pity from many, but little else she was given a Wardship to tend to in the western section of the island, and largely ignored until she began to make a play for the High Wardship the ruling theologian in the country.
The death of Hygren, last High Ward of Cyve, left the path open, and Aelea managed to wrangle her way to a successful election promising nothing less than a holy war what she called a Hymn to conquer Sarkanda and expel the Zalkephai, freeing the tiny Aelonist population from hardship. To this end, she began to marshal the many friends that she had acquired in her travel from as far afield as Sierdha, Parthe, and the Halyrate, not to mention the Ethir, Ereithaler, and of course Cyve itself. Though Athis had been embroiled in a number of new conflicts as we have already seen, the call to war did not fail to earn recruits, seeking a victory against the ancient enemy.
Across the sea, the Zalkephai, too, had been gearing up for war, but they of course had little knowledge of the Cyvekt buildup. Instead, they had begun to ready against the Vellari, whose political difficulties not to mention their isolation after the infamous speech had seemingly pulled them in another direction entirely. But something stopped the Zalkephai at the last moment probably the raising of new forces in the northwest of the rival Exatai, or the surprising level of competence displayed by Zakraphetas, or perhaps the rumors of alliance between the Vellari and the Exalai.
Whatever it was, they did not march, instead letting their forces go home for some time. Those who did not ventured out as priests into the far north, snowshoeing and skiing across the endless wilderness and prodding at the heathen Varasar.
The invasion fleet came with the dawn, hundreds of ships and over fifty thousand men.
The invaders landed on Sarkanda, at Xaishas, and here, on the beaches, the first of what would be many battles was fought. The Zalkephai had received some warning of the incursion from a surprising source the Sadorishi in the Halyrate had given them word, and men, and it was with great shock that the Alonite volunteers found a thousand of the Sadorishi (and some number of others) drawn up on the shore, with nearly ten thousand Zalkephai berserkers beside them.
Faced with this, the Hymnal forces were given pause. Attacking into the teeth of the Zalkephai forces seemed like a suicide mission, even with their far greater forces. But if they were to refuse battle here, they could simply be followed; Sarkanda was not that large an island.
After a bit of deliberation, a plan was arrived at, and a small part of the invasion force sallied forth. Landing on the beaches, the first Aelonist forces disembarked on the island thousands of elite heavy infantry from the Chorus of Aelome, the fanatical force from Sierdha. This was the signal that the Zalkephai had been waiting for, and they charged at the enemy with a great shout, intending to drive them immediately back into the sea.
But even as the full fury of the Zalkephai crashed upon them, and the Sadorishi into their flank, the Chorus held strong, digging their heels into the sand.
For they knew that they only needed to hold for a short time, as another force landed just to the north, and another, just to the south, and another, and another. This initial beachehead was enough to distract the Zalkephai especially since the Chorus stubbornly refused to die and finally, on either side, the Hymnal armies pinched the Zalkephai between them. Flights of arrows scattered amongst them, and the Halyral volunteers flung a hail of crossbow bolts into the mass, and then, singing one of the familiar bardic calls from the Aelonist repertoire, the Sierdhe cavalry charged full force into the exposed Zalkephic flank.
It was evident from here on that battle would be won by the Hymnal forces, but the slaughter that resulted gave even the most hardened of warriors surprise. Even a surrounded force can take quite some time to die, if it has no inclination to surrender, and no one in this war gave quarter. The beaches were soon stained red, and the few survivors on the other side mostly the Sadorishi trudged into the distance, hoping to give battle another day.
This provided the template for most of the battles of the Hymn, with the allied forces crossing Sarkanda in a long, grinding campaign, taking each fortified position with only a great deal of effort, and lives. But it was judged worth it quickly enough especially once the cheerful crowds in Xaishas emerged from their homes to welcome the liberators. The Hymnal fleet achieved naval superiority quickly enough; the rather small blue-water Zalkephic fleet simply could not match them in numbers, and the Cyvekt ships soon put fire to many of the smaller ports all around the Sea of Chamar.
Aelea had her revenge, but it was far from the end of the Hymn.
Able to pick their battles now, the Hymnal forces continued their advances. A large detachment, the Chorus of Aelome, who had already proved their mettle in battles in the south, assaulted Yevel, with the ancient castle of Seabreak standing in their way. After some three months of siege, they were able to reduce it only with the aid of a curious concoction of burning pitch one of the Aelome commanders had seen used once in his travels to the distant east. In the north, the Parthecan forces, aided by their great navy, slipped from island to island, promising the locals a rather more lenient time than if they were to fight the more fanatical of the Hymnal forces; they began to make headway even on the mainland.
But here was where the Aelonists' advantage ran out. The Zalkephai forces skied their way around the Sea of Chamar with surprising speed and deftness, and they appeared out of nowhere in the depths of the winter to strike at the Parthecans, nearly catching their fleet at the mooring, and certainly killing a number of them before they were able to flee into the water.
The Zalkephai continued to organize their response, holding their own fleet back from the sea, deep within the river system, and only issuing forth when they thought they could achieve some advantage thus were small victories like the battle of Zianvi won over tiny detachments of the Hymnal fleet.
In the end, though, the stalemate would not be broken: the one side had the land, and the other, the sea. But with the coming war between the Accans and the Halyrate one where the Aelonists would doubtless have to pick a side that was bound to change.
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Frozen coasts have an eeriness all their own. There is no sound of waves, for the water closest to the land is solid, and the water near the ice's edge is half frozen, too, just a clattering like the sound of shavings of snow in a drink. The ice itself begins at the shore, pulverized by waves for months before the waves, too, freeze solid. A person could walk along the rocky shore, and hardly tell ice from rock for a stretch some ten paces wide; one was black, and one was white, but otherwise, they had the same shape, the same size, and the same consistency.
Yuki sat there for many days, wrapped in old furs, the white tufts around the edges of the leather like the mane of some southern cat, watching the snow and showing no interest in the coming or going of the day or night. This land had been retaken by her people some time ago, but the rest of them had readied for the next enemy assault, standing at the watch with their spears; one of them brought Yuki hot food every day out of pity. They whispered that she had lost a brother, or a father, or a mother or a sister or a lover in the war, but none knew why she stared so.
And so the One Who Brought Her Food paused one day and asked her why she sat there and watched the sea. And she did not turn to acknowledge him; she only said, It is not yet time.
He carried the words back to his fellows, and they agreed it was something strange, but they paid it little mind. And so Yuki sat again for days and days, watching the accumulation of ice at the edges. One would not think that water could freeze when it is so driven by the sea, but one after another, the blocks of pack ice would freeze in place, grinding to a halt as they locked in an endless tapestry, or perhaps a mosaic of thin blue veins across an endless white. Many wondered if Yuki had frozen in her seat, for surely it could be none too comfortable sitting where she did, on the sharp rocks regarding the sea, with the wind biting at her face and peeling the skin right off.
And so the One Who Brought Her Food paused one day and asked her if she was comfortable, if she did not wish to come inside with them. And she did not turn to acknowledge him; she only said, It is not yet time.
From time to time, snow would fall on the ice. While northerners do not quite have the fabled dozens of words for snow that the rest of the world supposes, it is no easy task to describe that particularly heavy snowfall of midwinter when the flurries come thick and fast from the water, and the snow has a clinging quality that lets it accumulate rather quickly. This is the most dangerous time, after a snowfall, for it is then that ice and land are indistinguishable, and one can never be sure if they are treading on shore or open water. It was after one particularly heavy blizzard that they wondered if Yuki had left her customary post or if perhaps she had been buried.
And so the One Who Brought Her Food paused that day and asked her if she was not quite sick of the snow yet. And she did not turn to acknowledge him; she only said, It is time.
Time for what? he asked.
But she gave him no reply, and simply picked up her spears and began to walk out onto the open ice
and across it, toward the island that had lain inaccessible for so long to them, where the Hymnal fleet had been raiding from with impunity
Reconquest.
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OOC:
Stats will come this week, along with a list of the random deaths and the subsequent positions that need to be filled.
PLEASE take note of the spending rules. Your annual income is
annual. You had ten times that to spend this last turn (there are plenty of ways to notate this in your orders, and I'm fine with all of them) and you will again next turn. It's not a huge deal at present, but you'll want to take note of it for the treasury and debt stats at the very least.