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End of Empires - Update Twenty-two
Tread Lightly
Ten Years
580 - 590 SR by the Seshweay Calendar
469 - 479 RM by the Satar Calendar
295 - 305 IL by the Leunan Calendar
570 - 580 SH by the Sharhi Calendar
Tread Lightly
Ten Years
580 - 590 SR by the Seshweay Calendar
469 - 479 RM by the Satar Calendar
295 - 305 IL by the Leunan Calendar
570 - 580 SH by the Sharhi Calendar
I have taken some of your scribes to administer my kingdom. They are men who know more than all of my soothsayers and mystics. I am not afraid to admit this. - Arastephas the Redeemer, to the Union of Aya'se after the Satar conquest
You are the Light, my love. Khatai I, to Aelona cuCyve
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And so it transpired that after over a decade of uneventful conflict, the war over Subal was finally finished. The outbreak of peace had caught many by surprise. In truth, it seemed as though the Farubaida had scored a tremendous victory without actually winning the war, instead appealing to the Ayasi in the Holy Moti Empire. Though many in the Kothari Exatai would grumble that they had given away far too much compared to the losses they had suffered, cooler heads pointed out that, had the Empire entered the war, the losses they had suffered would have increased rather rapidly.
The Peace of the Had was fairly simple. Subal, as the Carohans had repeatedly insisted on, would be ceded to the Farubaida. The rebellious slaves in the Had would be given their freedom, and the option to emigrate to the Farubaida with full protection under the law. Palmyra would be freed, to pursue its own destiny, and the Exatai would give some small tracts of land on the east coast of the Kothai to the Carohans.
But the complications immediately multiplied. Few of the slave rebellions had been all that organized to begin with, and no one could really be proven to have been in one, or to have not been in one. Various owners denied that recaptured slaves had ever left their estates, while tens of thousands of slaves who had quite certainly never done so claimed freedom under the treaty. Under the watchful eyes of the Ayasi and the Farubaida, the latter hoped, they would surely not be denied. But the perils were too great, and the Kothari fought viciously in the legal sphere, that is to ensure they would not go free.
In the end, most of the freed slaves were those who were in rebellion at the time of the surrender, as they could clearly demonstrate their resistance by continuing to resist, and by marching as organized units out of the country and into the Farubaida.
The aristocracy in Palmyra found it devilishly hard to organize the newly freed state for one thing, most of the people in power, outside of the rebellion, had ties to the old regime. These nobles had to be convinced, mostly by force, to release their slaves. Moreover, they protested (completely justly) that these had never been set out in the peace terms of the Had. Eventually, they reached an uneasy compromise, where the south of the Palmyrian free state held numerous slaves, and mostly maintained the traditions and institutions of the old Exatai. The north, being the center of the recent rebellion, took on an appearance much more akin to the old state of Helsian Hiut, where communes of freed slaves took over the agriculture and trade, and the masters were left either penniless, or driven south.
But surely the biggest problem arose in the south of the Exatai.
Sensing weakness, the governor-general of Hanakar began a rebellion of his own. He proclaimed that the Kothari Redeemer had grown soft, and that he had lost the Exatas that bound the country to him. His army followed him, taking the Satar settlements in central Hanakar, and soon threatening to take the old cities of Waipio and Hanakahi. Their raids soon threatened the province of Zyeshar, which itself had been unstable for quite some time and as local militias in the eastern marches of Zyeshar defended themselves, some questioned whether they, too, might be better off without Kothari rule.
Nor was the treaty entirely painless for Caroha.
Subal had never belonged to the Farubaida, and had been lost by its immediate predecessor, the Empire of Helsia, in 434 SR almost a hundred and fifty years before. The population of the city mostly spoke Faronun then again, the population of the city was mostly bilingual, and also spoke Hiut. Though the urban Hiut tended to be more worldly and held fewer slaves than their counterparts in the rest of the Kothari, there still remained a large amount of business to sort out, and a large number of aristocrats fled across the border back into the Exatai at the earliest possible opportunity. Subal was suddenly left leaderless, and the city had to be put under a military governorship when bread riots threatened to shatter the new peace.
Meanwhile, without the prospect of war to unite them, the pieces of the Farubaida began to bicker much more than they had in recent memory. In particular, representatives from Dremai and Helsia began to decry the amount of spending that had in recent times gone to the Faerouhaiaou region, and the power that such a relatively small and, the outer Helsians charged, cowardly region wielded. This much alone would already have been quite enough, but the debates spilled over onto the Senate floor, and into the Pentapartite Council, which became gridlocked with frivolous measures from either side.
Even so, many took the opportunity of peace to rebuild and recuperate in truth, the cradle of civilization had known death for so long that few born before the wars remained alive.
The House of Maolaia in Dremai grew from a humble hospital under the care of Aluoda Railief into an impressive complex only rivaled by the doctors in the Sephashim. To its southeast, the Faerouhaiaouans laid the foundations for an enormous new Aitahist temple in Sahelihaia, one which, when completed, would serve as a monument to the Goddess, as well as to the universe as a whole a central chamber, surrounded by great porphyry pillars, would be capped by a magnificent dome, with an enormous circular opening in the ceiling, to let in the light of the heavens. As of yet, of course, it was mostly just in the planning stages funding had been slow, especially with the political turmoil.
In the Sesh, the Seshweay raised a series of new temples in Sies, and had begun to focus on the conversion of the Satar along the southern reaches of the river. But even as this new religious revival took place, influences from the Holy Moti Empire had begun to penetrate downstream: the literature and art of the Moti could be seen in the plays of the time, which started to make references to Kirost, or the Godlikes quite un-Seshweay-like things, to be sure.
All the while, rumor had it that a certain peculiar girl was fulfilling some very peculiar signs indeed.
The long-expected death of Ayasi Fifth-Frei might, at another time, have threatened to send the Holy Moti Empire off a cliff. But the wily Ayasi had long planned for this occasion: making alliances with the Godlikes and the Grandpatriarch, maneuvering to ensure the accession of his son, First-Lerai. These first few years of First-Lerai's reign had surprisingly little to do mostly, he continued the policies of his father, and attempted to patch things up with the aging councilor Tarci.
The conversion effort in the Upper Sesh proceeded quite slowly, despite the spate of church-building and the heavy investment into that region by the Ayasi. In Satara, especially, the large Ardavani minority somehow managed to remain fairly intact, even if the effort did chip away at their numbers.
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Long treated as a mere foreign curiosity, it was now impossible to ignore the spread of Aitahism to the Spice Islands. The Cult had taken hold of most of the Leunan Republic, and though the Republic would have serious qualms about declaring anything the state religion, it was only too happy to patronize the Cult of the Goddess, building temples across the empire. One such place in the middle of Auona, the Birchbark Shrine, was a particularly beautiful example winding paths in between a green forest, fountains at their intersections. Despite its relative inaccessibility, it quickly drew pilgrims from across the Republic.
However, the Faith was not so welcome in every country.
The quiet land of Rihnit, long relatively isolated, had quickly discovered the difficulties of opening up to the world their ports brought merchants, who brought priests, who brought Aitahism. Alarmed by the spread of the religion among their people, Rihnit adopted extreme measures, declaring that anyone attempting to spread the religion would be branded and expelled, and limiting commerce to the capital of Agnato Gy Kbrilma. Such measures easily halted the new religion but they had the additional effect of infuriating the merchant community, and moreover making their business quite difficult; soon, the country's trade revenues plummeted.
One people who still could trade at Rihnit's ports and soon, the only people to bother were the Opulensi. The leadership of the Republic of the Daharai began to sponsor the monk Sadar, whose Third Precept of Illumination was quickly adopted as canonical Indagahor. His disciples spread throughout Spitos, and soon arrived in Rihnit as well, helping to turn back the Aitahists, and coincidentally linking the two countries much closer together than they had been before.
The Daharai set about to the task of rebuilding their country, but found it more difficult than initially assumed. Many of the problems were not the damage from war, but the damage from peace scars across the landscape, massive eroded areas where the forests had been clear-cut for timber, or burned off to farm marginal lands. Trade revenues rebounded, of course, but not to their previous levels: the simple truth was that many of their old harbors were gone, and though Epichirisi and Treha remained great ports, the tendrils of Opulensi trade had been taken up in many areas by the Carohans, or the Leunans, or even the Parthecans.
Perhaps to distract themselves from this, the Daharai decided to launch a war against the breakaway kingdom of Erlias. The tiny island state had few defenses beyond their fleet, and thus the only critical stage of the campaign was the initial naval battle. The Opulensi set sail from the black harbor of Undia, meeting the fleets of Erlias in battle in the straits just north of the island, and found it rather more difficult than they had anticipated, losing several vessels in the melee. Nevertheless, the odds against Erlias were simply too great for the tiny state to overcome; the Daharai quickly destroyed what remained of the fleet, and shuttled their army to the island. The city surrendered almost immediately.
But the Republic had grander ambitions than just this, intending an invasion of the southern sea. After allowing the expedition some time to recuperate, they launched south, capturing the tiny archipelago of Pekshi Pok, and using it as a staging ground for the logistical nightmare of a campaign against the Baribai home islands.
The expedition gathered native guides on the Pekshi Pok, but the guides proved of little value against the more prosaic dangers of the open ocean waves, winds, and storm. The Opulensi ships, even the most seaworthy among them, had not been built for this kind of beating, and a number sank without a single survivor, in full view of their fellows. Despite the losses, they pressed on, and finally arrived in rag-tag fashion among the northern islands of the Varmoa Pok and the Beni Pok. Luckily enough, the Baribai did not have the organization to react in time nor, indeed, did they seem to fully realize the extent of this danger.
After regrouping, the fleet proceeded down the island chain, taking one after another in bloody conquest, slaughtering a thousand Baribai warriors in the lagoons and beaches of the archipelago, in time subduing the entire island chain, and founding the colony of Mede to secure their new holdings.
In contrast to all this activity, the Leunan Republic remained fairly quiet. They built new roads to the north, intending to fully connect the River Centa to the capital, though surveyors quickly dismissed the possibility of digging a canal to further connect them. The Senate soon voted that the discretionary fund they had set aside for this canal would be just as well spent endowing a university, the first of its kind this far east. Modeled loosely on the Sephashim, it soon had started to attract scholars from the region as a whole, though in truth it still did not even match the Archives the barbaric Parthecans had established further north.
The Republic took a turn for the darker, too the Senate voted to increasingly restrict voting rights, narrowing the pool who could cast votes in elections time after time. In some cities and provinces, the Republic had become much more a merchant oligarchy which, of course, it had always resembled, but approached still more closely.
Parthe, meanwhile, though it had some struggles in this period, still had begun to assert itself in the crowded east. A series of voyages to the southwest connected the country more and more with the wider world Parthecan merchants became an uncommon sight in ports as far as Epichirisi itself (instead of impossibly rare sights). The new power created new problems, as it had a habit of doing the growing merchant community attracted a growing pirate community, which prompted the former to demand the expansion of the royal navy to deal with the new problems. Meanwhile, a concerted effort was undertaken to develop the far north, with several new cities being founded. With minor Leunan support, an expedition even prodded into the unknown, firmly establishing the trade route with Tarat for the first time, and even discovering a northern land before autumn storms and ice forced them to turn back.
Just to the northwest, the isolated kingdom of Lesa, becoming less isolated all the time, concluded a tremendously important pact with the neighboring Tanuot peoples. In return for a rather extensive series of rights granted to the Taunot, they came under the rule of Lesa, and the kingdom began to expand down the north coast for the first time. Trouble came quickly though for their new border with the Berathi quickly turned into a problem area.
The main source of the trouble was the continuing expansion of Iolha into the region, an expansionist force that greatly alarmed Lesa, and prompted them to redouble their own efforts, deploying a considerable force. These forces all too quickly came into conflict with Berathi natives, Berathi mercenaries working for the Iolhans, and the Iolhans themselves and sometimes all of them at once. Each side blamed the other for the skirmishes, but the truth of the matter was that it didn't matter. Indeed, all that mattered was the fact that the conflict between Iolha and Lesa just barely settled anyway flared once again. Fortunately, the two had avoided blows thus far.
Complicating matters further, the Savirai arrived on the scene. Apparently, Qasaarai had not been quite content with his northern frontier, and ordered a new campaign to subdue the Berathi in the name of the Goddess. The vast and well-trained forces of the Dual Empire put both Iolha and Lesa to shame though the former would likely be able to stand against them in a protracted war, they certainly could not directly compete for land among the Berathi.
Caught in the middle of all of this, the Berathi seemed to be the butt of a long drawn-out joke. With enemies at every side, many of the remaining horsemen began to hire themselves out to whichever of the three sides was willing to pay the most, and fought their kinsmen for the lands they had once held dear.
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The conquest of the Baribai had been quite simple, but the Daharai were hardly content. Rumors of lost continents or mysterious islands had existed for centuries, and the Baribai themselves seemed to have them as well though most of the older Baribai dismissed them as legends, and told the Opulensi that they would be far better off staying put. Naturally, the Daharai ignored the savages, telling them that their own vessels were doubtless far superior, and could make any voyage. They would find the mystery islands without any trouble.
And to the surprise of very few, launching from the southern Beni Pok, the Daharai ships vanished into the waters of the Nakalani. After not hearing from them for several years, the Daharai had to conclude that their ships had been lost in the endless ocean to the south. Some time later it would be discovered that a few shipwrecked survivors had landed on the islands of the Ilfolk, to be rescued by the friendly natives, but they, too, had no idea where the rest of the expedition had ended up, if it was anywhere but the bottom of the ocean.
At nearly the same time, the little country of Jipha, apparently tiring of their great festivals of the arts, launched a huge expedition into the south, hoping to discover new lands and establish firmer contact with the Kayana states. Led by the king himself, this voyage, too, turned out to be a rather poor idea. Though they did not end up shipwrecked, the king died of disease on the voyage, and though a trade agreement had been signed with Parna, they had only discovered a couple of tiny islands in the south seas.
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Tiagho was an old city among the oldest in the world. Palaces had been built atop palaces, old crumbling ruins becoming foundations. Some whispered that beneath the old imperial palace lay a labyrinth of stone, a maze of rooms and homes built by kings stretching as far back as Ain and Glaide themselves. Dozens of dynasties had ruled the city in the centuries between: many native, but the Tollanaugh, too, and the Dulama, and perhaps even the nearly mythic Amure. But none had been quite so foreign as these Vithana.
The horsemen, led by their masked emperor, Avralkha, had scythed through the old Dulama; now, they sought to settle, to rule. Tiagho had resisted them for some time, but now it had fallen, and new as they were to the south, the nomads recognized its imperial pedigree. It would be the capital of their new Vithanama Empire.
Of course, adopting the native naming convention meant fairly little, and everyone recognized it. Even if they had the most powerful military in the region, the Vithanama were balanced on a knife edge. The Dulama remnant, to the west, had an impeccable history, and support from much of the nobility. The men who held Dula themselves were, perhaps, less legitimate, but they still could mount a serious challenge. And so they turned to perhaps the one person with as little right to rule as they did, whose only ancestral claim was power Paitló.
Together, the two countries targeted the rump state of the Dulama, launching a campaign into the central valley, with the intent of taking Mora, and perhaps even Aeda. But they had underestimated the power of their opponents, who fought them to a standstill. The war quickly devolved into one that was reminiscent of the civil war fought on the very same ground a grinding war of attrition, full of sacked cities, depopulating the heartland of this once glorious empire still further. It was a war wholly unsuited to Avralkha's soldiers, and as the emperor grew older and perhaps, more canny he knew it was foolish.
He offered the Dulama a peace treaty that seemed surprisingly generous, letting them keep much of the interior. With that, the war that had started as a fratricidal squabble over the throne finally came to an end; the Empire was split in four; and though raids would resume only a few years later, as Avralkha's successors coveted Aeda, the real conflict was all over.
Their attention finally free to wander, the Dulama seemed to take notice of their northwest frontier once again. Naran and Ther had held them to a stalemate for quite some time now, and somehow convinced the Noaunnahanue to join the conflict, raiding up and down the west coast of the Dulama. But even all this wasn't quite enough the city of Ther had already fallen, and its king and people fled to the offshore island, and there were rumors that the Dulama might be constructing a fleet to challenge the Noaunnahanue and their allies more directly. Naran pushed the Dulama force back from around Dael while the larger Empire fought the Vithanama, but with that distraction gone, the Dulama attacked in a new direction, almost seizing the entire Vale of Gold with a single stroke.
But though the Narannue faced an increasingly grim situation, life on the western sea continued very much as it had for most of the peoples there. Noaunnaha had taken more and more of an interest in the far south, to be sure, exemplified by their entrance into the war against the Dulama. But for the most part, their colonies there remained a rather minor affair; they had only just started to press into the markets of the Airendhe, and the sheer scale of the piracy throughout that sea proved daunting even for the hardiest of their sailors.
Instead, the majority of their wealth still derived from the trade route with the distant Reokhar Eshai, and even this route fell under some threat, as tensions heightened between their merchants and the Reokhar ruler, Vashala. Evidently, their entrance into these lands still fairly recent, after all had run some of the Reokhar's own merchants out of business. Particularly irksome to the westerners was the fact that their own maritime commerce had ground to a complete halt, utterly outcompeted by the larger and more seaworthy Noaunnahanue ships.
For the moment, Vashala had been placated by various rich gifts, including a magnificent bejeweled vest, and a golden statue. Still, many of the merchants worried at the precarious situation, and decided to switch to safer paths in the south hauling cotton to the Trahana, or gold, and bringing back tea, teak, and the occasional pet monkey.
At the same time, new lands were secured in the deserts just to the northwest of their homeland, as various Sorgh tribes began to settle among their villages. Despite the challenges, Noaunnaha looked towards a surprisingly bright future.
By now, the Airendhe had become a complete mess. The collapse of the Haina had not been replaced yet by a Trahana hegemony, and the pirate infestation had gotten worse. Paitló had actually done a surprisingly good job of regulating piracy in his own lands, extorting a protection fee, to be sure, but certainly his waters were better patrolled than any other in the region and this from a pirate king. But unaffiliated pirate enclaves had been established across multiple coasts, lingering south of the Opul'annai especially, as the exile state had mostly focused on harvesting timber, and had almost no ability to regulate the commerce that passed them by.
The Haina colonies struggled less than might have been expected in the absence of a central authority. Certainly, the easternmost colonies quickly fell abandoned, but the ones on the eastern shore of the Airendhe had grown quite populous, and soon harbored many would-be kings, making alliances with one another, and preparing for what were seen as inevitable challenges from the Paitlóma and Trahana Empires.
Across the mountains, Dziltocampal had not taken well to the collapse of the Haina monarchy. Trade with the west had almost instantly become a dangerous proposition. Almost no one wanted to make the journey to the coasts, even if they could fetch better prices for their wares there; instead, links with the north became increasingly numerous, as the faith of Iralliam continued to enter the country, and new farms emerged by the riverside.
In the far north, the depredations of the Moti had left much of the Hai Vithana homeland devastated. They welcomed aid from the Karapeshai Exatai, whose new Redeemer Karal regarded the southern trade routes as critical to his own Princedom; he set up the new kingdom of the Eha Vithana, which retained much of the land of the old Hai Vithana. Of course, what remained was mostly the poorer parts. Only Amhatr had real value, as the anchor of a major trade route between the south and the north.
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