Mazera Mega Story Thread

Just a visit to the Lanun.



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Lanun Antics


"So, what are we doing out here?" ask Kryst as he held onto the bar of the ship. He was standing on the deck of a boat, trying to maintain his footing as the boat rocked back and forth, prompting his sea sickness.
"You'll see what I mean. It was right around here." replied Dresk. He had come banging on Kryst's door early in the morning, babbling about a huge creature attacking his boat and destroying it. Kryst had found Dresk's boat was indeed missing so agreed to take his boat out to take a look. They hadn't found anything yet.
"I know, but what are we looking for? All you've told me is that something really big is in the water and I don't doubt that. Why are we trying to find it?" He glanced into the water and noticed it had gotten calmer. That was a relief to Kryst. Since he discovered he got sea sickness he'd barely ever gone on his boat. Being on a rocky boat was almost torture. Then he noticed something in the water. "Hey, Dresk. What's that?" He pointed towards the object.
"I don't know. Let's go check it out." Dresk began to steer the small boat towards the object when Kryst stopped him.
"Hang on. Let's think about this. What if it's like a Kraken or something? We could die."
"Yes, but what if it's a whale? We'll become rich."
"How long has it been since we found whales out here? I doubt there are any left."
"How do you know? You never come out here. It could damn well be one."
"Well, think of the implications."
"I don't want to, I want to see what that is."
"No, let's just head back and call your boat lost."
"It's my boat, let me go ge-"
It was at that point that the whale dove into the water and crushed the boat with its tail.




THE LANUN FIND A WHALE RESOURCE

The Lanun recently discovered they had a family of whales living near their capitol city. They will begin harvesting them immediately and selling products made of these massive creatures to other nations.​


(Also, the name of the main continent is Mazera. I had named the thread Mazera Mega Thread because I was gonna try to change my name, so I just came up with a reason as to why it's called Mazera.)
 
War.

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Kh’Khun stood atop his warmount, and huge lizard-beast from the depths of the jungle. The sky was red with sunset and fire, and streaked with smoke, and the tails of meteor and fireballs. The battlefield was mounded with the dead, mostly Hell-Stink Sheim, but also some of his kin. Noticing movement to the side, he released an arrow from his bow. The movement stopped. Kh’Khun was the commander of the North Eastern Armies, the armies fighting the Sheim. Even know, his vanguard was approaching the Sheim, city who’s name he couldn’t be bothered to remember. After all, it mattered not. It would burn some enough.

Shal’Keth charged through the dense foliage, short blowpipe in one hand, dagger in the other, pausing his charge just long enough to fire a dart at the Cualli that he saw through the trees. Another Cualli appeared before him, and met his dagger. Peering through the brush, he saw several Cualli, milling about in apparent confusion. Second later, a loud trumpeting noise came from his left, followed a second latter by several riding lizards mounted by Mazatle Riders. When the Riders passed, not a single Cualli remained. Shal’Keth grinned. Things were getting better for the Maztle

Met’Mel jumped from the blasted, and partially melted stone, landing on all fours before lunging, and plunging his dagger in the Kidney of the Sheim Ritualist. As the body fell, Met’Mel stood up and turned to the three Kurio humans cowering in the corner.
“Take me to you’re commander” he said. Then enemy of you’re enemy is you’re friend.

(I hope the last one dosn't violate you're non-interfierence policy;). If it's to much, just please don't kill Met'Mel.
 
War.

Spoiler :
Kh’Khun stood atop his warmount, and huge lizard-beast from the depths of the jungle. The sky was red with sunset and fire, and streaked with smoke, and the tails of meteor and fireballs. The battlefield was mounded with the dead, mostly Hell-Stink Sheim, but also some of his kin. Noticing movement to the side, he released an arrow from his bow. The movement stopped. Kh’Khun was the commander of the North Eastern Armies, the armies fighting the Sheim. Even know, his vanguard was approaching the Sheim, city who’s name he couldn’t be bothered to remember. After all, it mattered not. It would burn some enough.

Shal’Keth charged through the dense foliage, short blowpipe in one hand, dagger in the other, pausing his charge just long enough to fire a dart at the Cualli that he saw through the trees. Another Cualli appeared before him, and met his dagger. Peering through the brush, he saw several Cualli, milling about in apparent confusion. Second later, a loud trumpeting noise came from his left, followed a second latter by several riding lizards mounted by Mazatle Riders. When the Riders passed, not a single Cualli remained. Shal’Keth grinned. Things were getting better for the Maztle

Met’Mel jumped from the blasted, and partially melted stone, landing on all fours before lunging, and plunging his dagger in the Kidney of the Sheim Ritualist. As the body fell, Met’Mel stood up and turned to the three Kurio humans cowering in the corner.
“Take me to you’re commander” he said. Then enemy of you’re enemy is you’re friend.

(I hope the last one dosn't violate you're non-interfierence policy;). If it's to much, just please don't kill Met'Mel.

That's fine. Gets the lizards more involved.
 
The Battle of Naggarond



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The flaming undead and chattering skeletons lurched ever closer to the Kuriotate city of Naggarond. It had been a pitched battle for Naggarond and this would be the final attack. After gaining, losing, gaining, then losing Naggarond to the Kuriotates, Os-Gabella was determined to end the Kuriotate resistance of Naggarond. The skeletons got there first, smashing against the wooden gates of Naggarond as the Pyre Zombies lumbered slowly behind.
The archers hidden back in the trees pointed their bows to the skies and let loose a rain of arrows. These arrows fell into the Kuriotate city, killing several of the defenders and making the job easier. The mages began throwing fireballs at the city, hoping to be the one to shatter the protective walls built around the city. When the wall did shatter, skeletons were crushed, but many more poured through the ever widening hole in the Kuriotate defenses.
The Kuriotate men fought valiantly, pushing the skeletons back out of the city before the Pyre Zombies attacked and began exploding when punctured with a blade. Sheaim warriors had charged across the plains by this time and began climbing through the hole in the wall of Naggarond. As the wall continued to crumble, men scaled the walls and fought upon the palisades, several bodies falling on the fighting Kuriotate and Sheaim warriors below
Kuriotate Centaurs charged around the flank of the archers and mages and quickly slew them all, lessening some of the pressure on Naggarond. The Centaurs then charged north towards the rear of the Sheaim army which turned to face this new enemy. The Centaurs crashed against Sheaim spears and shields and a pitched battle began with many deaths on both sides.
Soon, there were Mazatl lizards crawling over the walls of Naggarond and descending upon the Sheaim, slashing their throats before moving on to another target. The Sheaim fought back against this combined defense by slaughtering the Centaurs and turning to face the Mazatl attackers. Cualli lizards then entered the fray, attack the Mazatl from the rear, causing another front for the Mazatl to defend to open.
The battle inside Naggarond was going badly for the Kuriotates as the Sheaim skeletons and warriors had pushed their way to the town center. Archers were on top of houses, firing arrows at oncoming attackers before falling to a determined skeleton that climbed the house. The last man in the city was slaughtered at the monument to Cardith Lorda. The skeletons then turned and poured out of the city to begin slaughtering the Mazatl.
A mere two hours later, the Mazatl were dead, the Kuriotates had been purged from Naggarond, and the monument to Cardith Lorda had been felled. Sheaim archers finally reached their newly-acquired city, making Naggarond much, much harder to defend.
 
Front page map updated. The Dural have expanded to the coast and an island, the Lanun gained some island, Tebryn Arbandi grew on his Deadlands Island as did the Elohim on that island, the Elohim gained an island, the Archos have spread up to Clan borders and taken some of their cities in war, Os-Gabella gained Kuriotate land and some land towards the Mazatl, and the Balseraphs gained three islands off their coast.
 
ARCHOS CONTINUE TO EXPAND RAPIDLY


The Archosian nation has rapidly expanded as of late, adding several Clan and Bannor settlements to their lands. Spiders have already been seen on the borders of the Ngomele and the Chislev are beginning to have to fend off small spider scouts in their lands. It seems the Archos have plans for Mazera, but they remain to be seen.​

(Jesus Christ. I'm using the Archos, emperor difficulty, and they really are late-game powerhouses if you declare early war. I used the HN spiders to kill all defenders then declared war on them and waltzed right in. My score is more than double that of the second place Balseraphs.)


Spoiler :
Archos War Plans


Corane sat on his web throne staring intently at a piece of parchment. Reading had never been his strong suit, growing up and living in the Archos. From what he gathered, the war on the Clan of Embers was going successfully with Hezic'kul and Death Fort being added to his empire. The war against the Bannor was also going well, though not as well. The Archos had captured Vallus and slaughtered several Bannor regiments, but they're still resisting.
Corane looked up at Agnir. "And we are approaching the Ngomele and Chislev as according to plan?" He set the sheet of parchment down and awaited an answer. Agnir looked at his own parchment and nodded.
"Yes, sir. Our spiders are already infilitrating the Chislev forests and we will release the next group to hatch into Ngomele lands. Though, we need to be careful with the Chislev. Reports of the Clan's war against them say it's going bad. The Chislev know their forests and are going to use them to repel us." He fell into silence again and stared at his lord. Corane nodded and thought for a moment.
"And the Elohim haven't interfered? This is peculiar. These days they seem to consider themselves the police of Mazera. This is going better than expected. Very well. Initiate plans to spread to the islands near the Lanun. Show no signs of hostility towards them until it is necessary." Agnir nodded and rushed away to carry out these orders. Corane watched him go and went back to staring at the parchment.
 
SMALL UPDATE


The Archos have expanded between the Elohim and Dural, reaching the coast and expanding to a nearby island. The Grigori have taken advantage of the Clan and Bannor being at war to capture several of their cities, growing their nation almost twofold. The Cualli have captured every settlement and outpost up to the Mazatl border and then some.​


Spoiler :
Journal of Tarkar Merek
Age of Rebirth
Year unknown


The empire has expanded. Dannmos found a location he deemed worthy of being settled and founded the city of Indonion. It's a nice quaint area. Surrounded by trees, corn fields to the south, and gorgeous snowtopped mountains to the north. If I wasn't Dannmos's adviser, I might just move there myself.
On a lesser lighter note, I met with an emmissary from the Archosian empire. Their leader, Corane, demanded we give them tribute of 30 bushels of wheat and 10 sacks of gold. Our leader, Dannmos, denied the request. The Archosian emmissary looked angered when he left. If only I knew what was to come. A few weeks after that visit, the Archosian spiders came. They began infesting our granaries and fields, biting those who attempted to remove them. Several hundreds died in the attack and the Archosian warriors hadn't even arrived yet.
We stationed our warriors at the walls of our cities, ready to repel any enemy who dares attempt to invade Dural. Dannmos and myself remain in the palace with the royal guard. I hope it is enough and I hope the guards can hold the Archosian tribesmen back. If they don't, our small nation could be doomed.



(No one seems inspired today)
 
SCIONS OF PATRIA


The Scions of Patria have felt fit to reveal themselves to the continent of Mazera. Located on a large island between Rinwell Isle and Tebryn's Deadlands, it's hard to imagine that the Lanun had never met these people. Many nations are miffed with the Lanun for hiding this new nation. The Scions control a large area and could be a super power on Mazera in the coming years.​


(No one's got anything? Guess I'll try to be extra productive to entertain you guys.)
Edit: Front page map updated
 
I've got some insperation

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Kh'Khun watched as the walls of the city began to tremble, then shuder, then fianl beging to crumble. As it collapsed, Sheim Pyre Zombies poured out, only to be cut down with arrow-fire, so many exploding that it created a chain reaction, blowing-up zombies that hadn't been hit with arrows. A sceond latter, the ground trembled as a fissure appeared behind the walls, amide the Sheim Ritualists and mages. As the Sheim collapsed into the earth, the fissure closed to allow the Mazatle to enter the city. The city was only lightly defended, the Mazatle magic’s preventing the raising of their corpses as undead, the Sheim soldiers were easily defeated without their undead. Kh’Khun smiled as his mages began firing the city. The Hell-Stink would be purged with fire.

Met’Mel, staggered through the woods, his gaze glued to Naggarond below, ingoring the sting of the wound in his flank, he would heal. Those Sh’ek Thel Cualli, just like them to ally with the Sheim. And yet, he realized, it wasn’t. That thought gave him pause. Why would the Cualli ally with the Sheim? The Sheim seek to end creation, but if that happened, the Caulli would die, and could never get more slaves. Why, he thought, not noticing the shadow creeping up on him.

In the shadows of the temple, the Guardian addressed his kin.
“It is almost time”, he said.
 
From Ozziel's Journal:

I recently came upon a curious wanderlust, as I sometimes do, and determined that the stars were right for me to travel Erebus and see its splendors, up close, rather than simply write about their histories from my comfortable home in Sant Mapfre. I decided that, due to its convinient location, the Dural empire would be an excellent place to visit. It has many wonders worth mentioning: its brilliant artisans, its dedicated artists, its devoted musicians, and an astoundingly prompt international mail service.

When I first arrived in “Crystalhollow,” I was somewhat apprehensive. The Dural give their cities names like “Oakmeadow,” “Wellviolet,” and, yes, “Crystalhollow.” Giving cities names that pristine is practically begging for Orcs or other forms of barbarians to rename them something like “Ashfield.”

I cannot feel at home in a city until I've found its inn, brothel, and library. Since I was neither tired nor in need of company, I sought the library first. Any doubts I had about the Dural's competence were completely and utterly erased when I found. Never in my life have I seen such a magnificent store of knowledge. To be sure, the building itself was glorious to behold. It was twice the size of any library I'd seen before, and every inch of it carved with pictures from ancient epics. The slaying of Mulcarn, the creation of Eurabatres, Logos' founding of the Elohim order, Bhall's fall, and many others besides: all were lovingly etched into the pillars, so that a man need only look at the top and make his way downwards and around to behold the stories of the ancient eras. There were a handful I did not recognize. By the dress of the individuals involved, and the symbolism used, I believe those relate to the history of the Dural. I spent quite some time examining them, before deciding to research Dural history and determine their significance.

Aye, and then there was the library itself. Let me explain: Jubilee does not have a library. It has a building calling itself a library. In truth, it is a maze of bookshelves, whose placement and contents are determined by a byzantine (but apparently self-consistent) system determined by the librarian, which takes months to learn and understand. The floor in the section for erotic literature and nautical guides (apparently, they are one in the same as far as the librarian is concerned) no longer has a floor, and its ceiling is riddled with holes. A small flock of chickens has made its home there. Also, several (relatively) sane eyewitnesses have reported seeing an orangutan lurking in the rafters of the magical research section, apparently undoing the mayhem wrought by the librarian in that section's organization scheme.

The library in Crystalhollow was a completely different matter. Brightly lit by magical stones, the sections were clearly organized, neatly arranged, and precisely cataloged. I was greeted by a pleasant-looking young lady, who, upon brief examination, recognized me, presumably from an etching in one of my books. “You're Ozziel, aren't you? That Balseraph scholar? Your book on the rites and practices of the White Hand was recently made part of the minor religions curriculum! What brings you to Crystalhollow?” I explained that I was traveling Erebus on research, and she was quite happy to show eme around the library. So many wonderful tomes... I briefly considered selling my home in Sant Mapfre and moving to Crystalhollow. But I suspected I'd soon miss the unpredictability of my home. And besides, it would mean living in a city named Crystalhollow.
 
Traveling up north for this one.


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Deep in the Illian lands, close to the Doviello border, is a small cave filled with icicles. In this cave is a tribe of Frostlings. What makes this tribe different is that they are led by Mokka, the Frostling King. He had united these Frostlings under his banner and moved them into this cave. Here, close to Illian lands, they can still live as if it were the Age of Ice, as well as help Auric Ulvin bring about another.
This is why Conchubur the White Spear had come to this cave. He had come to speak to Mokka on the behalf of the Illians. He entered the cave with a Frostling escort and saw the Frostling King himself sitting on a throne of ice. He was small, about the size of a dwarf. Light blue with icicles in place of hair, he wore a mask over his face. He looked up from his stick figures and looked at Conchubur. He spoke to him in the language of the Frostling. "Why have you come to my cave? Why should I not have you killed and eaten?"
Conchubur had expected this. Frostlings were suspicious by nature, often choosing to kill something instead of talk. However, Conchubur had brought a sack of gold with him, a slight bribe to get him through to Mokka. He bowed to the Frostling King and began to speak in the Frostling tongue. "Auric Ulvin sent me to speak with you. He plans to ascend to the Throne of Winter and bring about the new Age of Ice. He sees the Frostlins having an important role in this endeavour and having an important place in the new Age of Ice."
Mokka stared at Conchubur, not moving, but obviously thinking. "Yes. We will help you in your endeavour. I will send Mosla as our emissary at your capitol of Garduk. Send us an emissary of your own and we will keep in contact." Mokka was silent after this, returning to playing with his stick figures. Conchubur bowed and left the cave with a small Frostling following him. Mokka watched him leave and nodded. "It is for the best."
 
Corruptive.


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Tebryn looked out across the Deadlands. The cracked earth and corruption were spreading nicely. Soon this entire island would be under his sole control and he would have a base with which to bring about Armageddon. The only problem was the self-righteous Elohim expanding to the coast of his Deadlands. That would get in the way.
He turned and walked in towards his chambers. He sat at a desk and pulled up a parchment. It was the monthly report of enemy military and navy numbers. He planned to strike the Elohim, teach them a lesson for sticking their noses into destiny. It would take a while, though. Einion was not known to give in easily. He'd have to use demons to crush the holy men of the Elohim. That would require a Planar Gate.
He had already begun the construction of such a gate. It wasn't stable enough to draw forth demons quite yet, but soon, Chaos Marauders and Succubi would come pouring out of it, blood-thirsty and ready for battle. Tar Demons may come sliding through, which could be used for defence as their skin is thick and difficult to get through. Mobius Witches could enter, allowing him to research demonic tomes with ease. Revelers, dancers caught in a dance of blood and death, will waltz out of his gates and slaughter his enemies by the hundreds.
But what he was waiting for were the Minotaurs and Manticores. He had his sages focus greatly on the Manticore known as Darkmaw, a legendary Manticore reknown for being a strong beast in the Godswar. Yes, this world will burn in time, but this continent, Mazera, is first.
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Hyborem gazed through the mirror at Tebryn as he sat in thought at his desk. Soon, he would join him in that world and the righteous. Soon, very soon.
 
Broke 1,000 views in a week. Not bad.

Spoiler :
"Many moons ago, we received an envoy from a culture known as the Archosian. They are an aggressive people who share a interesting bond with the spiders of Erebus. They demanded that we subjugate ourselves to their will and let them trample us as if we were ants. No, I said! I refused their insulting and degrading demand! I sent them back to their Warlord with nothing but shame. Now, their reaction has begun. Already the spiders have begun to attack our food. Already, the Archosian tribesmen marched towards our glorious cities. But our men, our warriors, will triumph over the untrained rabble of the Archosian! We will slaughter all those who seek to conquer the Dural! We will vanquish any evil that attempts to invade our glorious empire! Our men will sacrifice their lives for all we have built and all that we will create! Do not let the name Dural be a footnote in the history of the Archosian! Men! To the barricades! The Archosian will not stop and this is our time to prove what we can do! For honor, men! For Dural!"

- Dannmos, before the Battle of Brookden
 
They had been camped outside the goblins fort for the better part of a day, waiting for nightfall.
These were the so called "Muris" goblins, they had been the blight of Prespur for as long as Niez'thal could remember, but soon they would be purged. He scanned the ranks of the Moroi he had brought they were currently undergoing the Rites of Battle. A ceremony before each fight where an adept would cast a binding spell of loyalty that would (hopefully, at least for the adepts sake) stop the Moroi from slipping into a never ending bloodlust. After the spell was cast the Moroi warriors were adminstered a small dose of Niez'thals pecious blood, as a vampire his blood contained powerful magics that would grant any who drank it a portion of his power, but as always, power comes at a price. There is always the small chance that the blood will overwhelm the warriors with Aeron's fury and that they would go insane.

The Rites were nearly complete and the night was into full darkness, Niez'thal could feel his power grow with every minute that passed, the anticipation was palpable. He rarely had a chance to test himself in battle these days even if it was against goblins. The adpet had finished applying the Rites now and the Moroi were howling at the moon, they were like animals. Niez'thal grinned, baring his fangs "Attack! kill them all!" he shouted, the Moroi roared in unison and charged from the clearing they had been hiding in, they were carrying ladders between 4 of them and there were at least 30 moroi there. The ladders were for scaling the forts walls.

Niez'thal had perfect sight in the gloom unlike the goblin archers who were frantically trying to shoot the moroi with arrows, however one got lucky and barbed and poisoned arrow struck into a Morio's shoudler, the warrior merely grunted and carried on running withe ladder in hand. niez'thal doubted the warrior would survive the poison when the vamp blood wore off. The Moroi made a great sprint up the hill and threw their ladders upon the forts wooden palisade, the goblins were too weak physically to throw them back down and niez'thals bloodthirsty warriors clambered up the ladders with the agility of apes. The goblins didnt stand a chance in close combat as they were brutally cut down by axe wileding maniacs, seeing that the battle was in their favor Niez'thal began his sprint towards the fort gainng speed as he went, just a short distnace from the walls he jumped and flew threw the air. An arrow flew towards him mid-flight, however he caught it easily in his right hand and he landed on the other side of the fort amidst a group of fleeing goblins, seeing he was alone they turned around bringing out rusty kvives and other useless weapons.

With the posion arrow still in his hand, niez'thal rammed it into the nearest goblins large eye, it went straight through to its brain killing it instantly. Laughing gleefully he brought his sword to bear and gracefully sliced his way throught the once again fleeing goblins.

To be continue...

sorry for bad spelling/gramer mistakes Im not a very good writer :lol:
 
Thanks :D your stories are great too. I wouldn't mind writing some more for the Calabim if your ok with it.
 
Thanks :D your stories are great too. I wouldn't mind writing some more for the Calabim if your ok with it.

Go ahead. I'm not sure what to do with them. They're not involved in the Sheaim/Cualli vs Kuriotate/Mazatl thing and the closest nations are the Malakim and the strange shadey nation down south.
 
SMALL UPDATE


The Calabim nation has grown due to gaining several Muris Clan settlements. The Scions of Patria are looking to spread onto the main continent of Mazera, which could crowd up the land a bit. Tensions are beginning to rise between the Khazad and Hippus as both want sole rights to the mithril deposits. This could lead to war. The Illians have expanded rapidly, their lands now border the Amurites. Also, the Lanun have discovered floating pieces of the party sent to Rinwell Isle. There are several scattered parts including a torso with a strange bone-like spear through it. Something dark is living on Rinwell Isle.


MALAKIM COLLAPSE, THREE FACTIONS RISE


The Malakim, who have so far kept an isolationist stance in the wars in nearby nations, have split three-ways, as civilians want to join the wars, or continue isolation. The ones who want to join the war are led be Decius, the isolationists by Varn Gosam, and the remains of the original government by Kane. With these three facts attacking each other, they are weak and could easily be conquered.​


(Edit: Erased the Goblin "territory" because it wasn't as fun as I thought. Instead I'll be putting a list of the Goblin clans on the front page with a ranking of their danger. The Hamstalfar have been erased and joined the Svartalfar, but that's not the nation that is going to be destroyed. I just had nothing for them. Also, if someone wants to take up the Malakim story, go ahead. I'm just gonna let that play out. Keep up the good writing!)

(Second Edit: Updated the map on the first page and put up the Goblin Clan list. Just a reference tool and to help you know if you should be freaking out when you see that Goblin Clan banner coming over the hill.)
 
CLAN OF EMBERS WARLORD SEEKING HELP


"My name is Warlord Ishlar Kafahn. I reside in the Clan of Embers city of Renegade Hill and have grown tired of our inept leader's attempts to save our nation. I wish to start my own clan, the Clan of Chaos. I want to trade with your nations, expand peacefully, and enlighten my destitute and uneducated people. Please, if any nations are willing, I need funding and troops in order to overthrow Jonas Endain. Please, send me word of your help and these needed supplies and I promise this useless war with the Ngomele, Chislev, Bannor, and Grigori will end. I also promise that I will attempt to stem the Archosian tide. Please, I beseech you." Signed, Warlord Ishlar Kafahn of the Clan of Embers​

(PM me if you would like to take over a civ and work with this. If I have already given you permission to guide a civ and want to help dear Ishlar, send me a PM and tell me what your nation is willing to supply. If you wanna do it as a story, I'd be glad to let you post it publicly. Ishlar's success depends upon you guys.)
 
(Quadruple post? Sad)

A story so important to the future of a nation that it will not be in a spoiler tag.


Ishlar Kafahn's Plight


The Grigori were camped out in the trees to the east and the Chislev in the jungles to the south. Warlord Ishlar Kafahn could see the campfires of both. It showed the confidence of both armies in their skills as the Clan of Embers has been unable to hold them back. He was disgusted. He looked out over the battlements of Renegade Hill and saw Ngomele fires to the west and sighed. Jonas Endain has run his people into the ground. He had bankrupted the horde, abolished education and made his people savages.
Ishlar rolled up a parchment he was holding and attached it to the leg of a bird, sending it east. He did the same with the south, west, and north. He sent several birds, all to different locations. He hoped he would hear from someone, anyone, who was willing to hear his plight. The Clan of Embers needed to be liberated from Endain's inept leadership.
He turned and started his way down the stairs. He had to meet with the sympathizers, Orcs within Renegade Hill that wanted to help his cause. He was relieved to have found some, sure that there would be none that were unblinded by Endain's religion-fueled blood thirst. He reached the hut in which the meeting was taking place and entered. There was no turning back.​
 
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