alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Ayrie is A pc 
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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The Light Brigadier
of Lightfang, though it seems that it is so subservient that it could not possibly be player controlled
Edit: subservient to Guangfei
Edit: subservient to Guangfei
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Destre may become even more so subservient if her player continues to make snide remarks
Yeah, it was so subservient that it, as the runt Bladeist brother who wanted to make a difference, went to war against Myocaca (foolish, perhaps, but still) under the self-styled Emperor Zekat I, who himself took the throne from his weak and mentally inept brother Aagi, murdering him by giving him a molten golden crown on his head. Yeah, totally.
North King
blech
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Previous Story
[Note: These stories are not in sync with the updates, at all]
Waves of rain had paved the world in a verdant green. The trees were blossoming into full beauty; the fields were alive of the most vibrant grass, glimmering like ten thousand stars with the morning dew. The path, narrow and mud-brown, stretched off into the distance, winding with the hills and the streams, threading its way into eternity. The world was beautiful: Jaidev knew, but only in his head.
His family made a sorry caravan. They were six, in all; his mother, father, three sisters, so young that they complained about the hard bread mother made them eat. They stopped too often for their father to rest, the mules to water, and the children to sleep. Jaidev saw them growing thinner by the day; if he looked down, he knew he would see himself mirroring that change. If they didnt push along faster, he thought, more than once, they would all die. A neat row of corpses on the roadside, providing free boots to passers by. His father probably wouldnt mind that fate now.
The man had grown more clipped with every conversation. Their family had put him on one of the mules, and he swayed on its back, falling several times. He was hot to the touch; Jaidev and the others got him water as frequently as they could, but they suspected it was fetid and doing more harm than good. Jaidevs mother, black circles growing beneath her eyes, did not sleep anymore, but sat beside him, staring at his heaving chest and rotting arms stump.
Some time passed like this before Jaidevs father died on the plain. He had gone in the night, under the watchful gaze of his wife. She did not wake any of the children, though she no doubt knew the second his breath drew no more. Jaidev found her the next morning, curled against him, her blood well hidden beneath layers of cloth.
He buried them himself, digging shallow graves as best he could, and piling rocks over them to make certain the carrion eaters would not feast on them. The littlest one sat crying herself to exhaustion while his other two sisters tried to comfort each other. He looked at the graves, and idly wondered if he should say a prayer. Tinura had not listened for a long time to his prayers, and they no longer seemed much use.
He turned away from the rocks, silent, and looked at his family. His last tie to the world: three others who shared his plight. Yet they were too young to know what they should do.
The air shimmered above the path, and a dead stillness was coming over the world. Jaidev dripped with sweat as he gathered their meager belongings, stowing them on the mules once again. He helped his sisters up to ride the ones that were free, while he continued his long, slow walk northwards. High black waves of clouds were building overhead, gathering for a massive plunge; he began to hurry their procession along. There must be shelter somewhere around here.
It began to pour, and the trees were all too far off the road: he might waste hours trying to get the mules there and back again. So he continued onwards, acutely aware of the increasingly boggy road, but knowing there was little he could do. It was some time before a hovel of sorts appeared in the distance: desperate now, he knocked on the door.
Many things happened at once: he heard a girl scream, lightning flashed behind them, the door jerked open, and a crash of thunder seemed to lurch the world itself. Soaking and shivering, Jaidev peered into the slight opening, and had a glimpse of a very old, very shriveled face before the door opened, and the man, his back to them, gestured them in wordlessly. Grateful for the shelter, but somewhat curious as to the old man, Jaidev brought his sisters in; they fit through the narrow door one by one.
The old man still had his back to them, busying himself with something at the wall; when he turned around, Jaidev saw him spooning a thick vegetable curry into several bowls. On closer examination, his long tunicif thats what it waswas old and discolored, and his wispy beard gave the impression that he never really paid attention to his own appearance. However, his expression was kindly as he passed along bowls among the children.
Go on, go on, it isnt poisoned. He chuckled at his own lackluster wit. Really, it isnt, he said, looking serious. You have the look of having lived off of
Hard bread, ventured one of his sisters, Chandra.
Dried fruit, said another, Lakshmi.
Animal droppings, volunteered the third, Meghana.
I ate grass, retorted Lakshmi. It made me
meat with a helping of maggots, interjected Chandra again. The old man frowned.
All right, thats enough, snapped Jaidev. But the sisters hadnt been able to complain in ages.
Worms. Beetles. Paint! Wood! Metal!
Look, do you want the food, or not? asked the old man, somewhat grumpy now. At this, they didnt make another sound, and immediately took the proffered bowls and spoons, eating their way through the curry. The old man gave one to Jaidev last, who took it reluctantly, and got one for himself. All right then, lets move somewhere else.
It was pouring rain outside, and the cabin had only two rooms; they moved into what appeared to be his bedroom: a raised hammock was tied in one corner, and otherwise, it had a small bookshelf. Jaidevs eyes were immediately drawn to it, but he forced his attention back on the foodit was good.
I cant thank you enough... Jaidev said, hesitating at the old mans name.
He chuckled again, seeming to take it in stride. Lukma. And its nothing; you really did look quite hungry.
Jaidev frowned. But you had already made it long before
He was interrupted by a flash of lightning, and thunder that shook dust out of the roof onto them. The girls screamed again; Jaidev merely jumped. But Lukma only smiled. I think you should stay the night; I dont think this is going to let up. Jaidev hesitated again, but his sisters begged him to let them stay one night out of the rain; he agreed, and sent them to gather their blankets.
You can sleep in the other room, he told them, Ill sleep in here. The old man didnt even blink, he merely waited until they were out, before turning his gaze on Jaidev.
Why did you run? he asked without preamble. He smiled as Jaidevs jaw dropped, and said, not many people travel out of Andhara during the monsoon; and you look like you have more sense than that. So why did you leave?
Jaidev closed his eyes for a moment. My father... He paused. Was... caught poaching in the kings forest. They cut off his hand, and we were all exiled.
Lukma nodded; he seemed to know exactly what Jaidevs pauses and breaths meant, but said nothing of them; his smile had faded somewhat. And your mother? the old man prompted gently. When Jaidev didnt answer, he put his hand on Jaidevs arm. You miss them. It was not a question. Think of their happy moments more than their ill ones. Talk with your sisters someday soon about them; tell funny stories.
Jaidev turned away. He didnt know why, but showing his tears to a stranger seemed simply indecent. Lukma spoke to his back anyway. I know how it feels, that I do. But their children live on, and thats what you should find important. Remember them; make sure your sisters remember them, and go on. Jaidev nodded, more to make the man shut up than anything else.
Ever helpful to break the tension, Lakshmi came into the room, beaming, bearing Jaidevs blankets. Youll need these to sleep!
Chuckling again, the old man said, shes right, lad. Rest.
* * * * * * * * *
[Note: These stories are not in sync with the updates, at all]
Waves of rain had paved the world in a verdant green. The trees were blossoming into full beauty; the fields were alive of the most vibrant grass, glimmering like ten thousand stars with the morning dew. The path, narrow and mud-brown, stretched off into the distance, winding with the hills and the streams, threading its way into eternity. The world was beautiful: Jaidev knew, but only in his head.
His family made a sorry caravan. They were six, in all; his mother, father, three sisters, so young that they complained about the hard bread mother made them eat. They stopped too often for their father to rest, the mules to water, and the children to sleep. Jaidev saw them growing thinner by the day; if he looked down, he knew he would see himself mirroring that change. If they didnt push along faster, he thought, more than once, they would all die. A neat row of corpses on the roadside, providing free boots to passers by. His father probably wouldnt mind that fate now.
The man had grown more clipped with every conversation. Their family had put him on one of the mules, and he swayed on its back, falling several times. He was hot to the touch; Jaidev and the others got him water as frequently as they could, but they suspected it was fetid and doing more harm than good. Jaidevs mother, black circles growing beneath her eyes, did not sleep anymore, but sat beside him, staring at his heaving chest and rotting arms stump.
Some time passed like this before Jaidevs father died on the plain. He had gone in the night, under the watchful gaze of his wife. She did not wake any of the children, though she no doubt knew the second his breath drew no more. Jaidev found her the next morning, curled against him, her blood well hidden beneath layers of cloth.
He buried them himself, digging shallow graves as best he could, and piling rocks over them to make certain the carrion eaters would not feast on them. The littlest one sat crying herself to exhaustion while his other two sisters tried to comfort each other. He looked at the graves, and idly wondered if he should say a prayer. Tinura had not listened for a long time to his prayers, and they no longer seemed much use.
He turned away from the rocks, silent, and looked at his family. His last tie to the world: three others who shared his plight. Yet they were too young to know what they should do.
The air shimmered above the path, and a dead stillness was coming over the world. Jaidev dripped with sweat as he gathered their meager belongings, stowing them on the mules once again. He helped his sisters up to ride the ones that were free, while he continued his long, slow walk northwards. High black waves of clouds were building overhead, gathering for a massive plunge; he began to hurry their procession along. There must be shelter somewhere around here.
It began to pour, and the trees were all too far off the road: he might waste hours trying to get the mules there and back again. So he continued onwards, acutely aware of the increasingly boggy road, but knowing there was little he could do. It was some time before a hovel of sorts appeared in the distance: desperate now, he knocked on the door.
Many things happened at once: he heard a girl scream, lightning flashed behind them, the door jerked open, and a crash of thunder seemed to lurch the world itself. Soaking and shivering, Jaidev peered into the slight opening, and had a glimpse of a very old, very shriveled face before the door opened, and the man, his back to them, gestured them in wordlessly. Grateful for the shelter, but somewhat curious as to the old man, Jaidev brought his sisters in; they fit through the narrow door one by one.
The old man still had his back to them, busying himself with something at the wall; when he turned around, Jaidev saw him spooning a thick vegetable curry into several bowls. On closer examination, his long tunicif thats what it waswas old and discolored, and his wispy beard gave the impression that he never really paid attention to his own appearance. However, his expression was kindly as he passed along bowls among the children.
Go on, go on, it isnt poisoned. He chuckled at his own lackluster wit. Really, it isnt, he said, looking serious. You have the look of having lived off of
Hard bread, ventured one of his sisters, Chandra.
Dried fruit, said another, Lakshmi.
Animal droppings, volunteered the third, Meghana.
I ate grass, retorted Lakshmi. It made me
meat with a helping of maggots, interjected Chandra again. The old man frowned.
All right, thats enough, snapped Jaidev. But the sisters hadnt been able to complain in ages.
Worms. Beetles. Paint! Wood! Metal!
Look, do you want the food, or not? asked the old man, somewhat grumpy now. At this, they didnt make another sound, and immediately took the proffered bowls and spoons, eating their way through the curry. The old man gave one to Jaidev last, who took it reluctantly, and got one for himself. All right then, lets move somewhere else.
It was pouring rain outside, and the cabin had only two rooms; they moved into what appeared to be his bedroom: a raised hammock was tied in one corner, and otherwise, it had a small bookshelf. Jaidevs eyes were immediately drawn to it, but he forced his attention back on the foodit was good.
I cant thank you enough... Jaidev said, hesitating at the old mans name.
He chuckled again, seeming to take it in stride. Lukma. And its nothing; you really did look quite hungry.
Jaidev frowned. But you had already made it long before
He was interrupted by a flash of lightning, and thunder that shook dust out of the roof onto them. The girls screamed again; Jaidev merely jumped. But Lukma only smiled. I think you should stay the night; I dont think this is going to let up. Jaidev hesitated again, but his sisters begged him to let them stay one night out of the rain; he agreed, and sent them to gather their blankets.
You can sleep in the other room, he told them, Ill sleep in here. The old man didnt even blink, he merely waited until they were out, before turning his gaze on Jaidev.
Why did you run? he asked without preamble. He smiled as Jaidevs jaw dropped, and said, not many people travel out of Andhara during the monsoon; and you look like you have more sense than that. So why did you leave?
Jaidev closed his eyes for a moment. My father... He paused. Was... caught poaching in the kings forest. They cut off his hand, and we were all exiled.
Lukma nodded; he seemed to know exactly what Jaidevs pauses and breaths meant, but said nothing of them; his smile had faded somewhat. And your mother? the old man prompted gently. When Jaidev didnt answer, he put his hand on Jaidevs arm. You miss them. It was not a question. Think of their happy moments more than their ill ones. Talk with your sisters someday soon about them; tell funny stories.
Jaidev turned away. He didnt know why, but showing his tears to a stranger seemed simply indecent. Lukma spoke to his back anyway. I know how it feels, that I do. But their children live on, and thats what you should find important. Remember them; make sure your sisters remember them, and go on. Jaidev nodded, more to make the man shut up than anything else.
Ever helpful to break the tension, Lakshmi came into the room, beaming, bearing Jaidevs blankets. Youll need these to sleep!
Chuckling again, the old man said, shes right, lad. Rest.
North King
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Sadly, the ending to the story arc is spoiled to anyone who's paid attention to my nation.
jeps
Arcadefire
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
good story NK
human-slaughter
brand new year
Woah ive missed a lot.
To Guarela
From The Priory
What proof do you have that this is that so called mountain. We see no reason why you should have claim to it.
To Guarela
From The Priory
What proof do you have that this is that so called mountain. We see no reason why you should have claim to it.
jeps
Arcadefire
To The Priory
From Guarela
We never claimed it, but said that it is a holy mountain for us, and asked if we ccould MODIFY the borders around it. That way we get the holy mountain yet keep the same amount of land.
From Guarela
We never claimed it, but said that it is a holy mountain for us, and asked if we ccould MODIFY the borders around it. That way we get the holy mountain yet keep the same amount of land.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
My orders will be tomorrow Iggy. Should prove interesting after I have a chat with a certain annoying person.
human-slaughter
brand new year
To Guarela
It is only that we dont believe that it is a "Holy Mountain". Looks like just a mountain to us. If it was so important why had you not already claimed it in the time before we arrived. This sounds lke some plot to encroch on our land that we took fair and square.
jeps
Arcadefire
To the Priory of Envia
FROM GUARELA
It is most unfortunate that you are not willing to let us negotiate this. However, will you allow our pilgrims to at least visit the holy mount?
FROM GUARELA
It is most unfortunate that you are not willing to let us negotiate this. However, will you allow our pilgrims to at least visit the holy mount?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
My orders are to pour everything into the project. We must explore and establish a sound knowledge of our surroundings before we embark on any new ventures! 
Oh, and keep on sending missions to the southern barbarians. They must be converted to the faith of Mantea - even if they do not want to be a part of the holy communion. Thus, the faith will spread even faster than Yathai's borders.
Oh, and keep on sending missions to the southern barbarians. They must be converted to the faith of Mantea - even if they do not want to be a part of the holy communion. Thus, the faith will spread even faster than Yathai's borders.
Oruc
Reactionary
Iggy can you tell me if my orders I sent are too long?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Message received and replied to, emu. Hope it was any good.
