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LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II
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Swissempire
Poet Jester
Contempt, it has been very good fighting you.
Wubba360
Emperor
orders sent1
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Yes alex, the council in Pax is still on. And New Veritas will not harrass any priests that you choose to send.
Iggy: Can I assume that all of the NPC'ed Valin nations will be sending delegates?
Iggy: Can I assume that all of the NPC'ed Valin nations will be sending delegates?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
The Prophecy Three
Warmaster Evern, the Black Prince as history has now called him, was an avid reader of all texts. He spoke many languages, but one of the aspects of literature he liked very much was Early Swade Prophecy.
He dusted off the text and stooped over to read it. It was called the Tria Prophuter, Swadeskrit for the Prophecy of Three. He read and was instantly engrossed.
The Swade, chosen people of the Blademaster, shall be blessed by the Blademaster with the Children of his seed. He shall bless them thrice, three holy sperm shall he let them have. And these three seed shall produce the three, the Trinity. The Trinity shall create the Swade, save the Swade, and give it Rebirth in Salvation.
"A Good start" Evern commented to nobody in particular. Most Swade texts had Growth and regrowth over tones in them, but this one did a good job of setting the scene.
The Crea Tovri: The Creator or Builder of the Swade. He shall rise like the Swade from Humble beginnings, shwoiung his prowness through Brain and Blade. He shall build the Empire, Expand the Faith. He is the Will of the Blademaster.
Evern had to go back and make sure this text pre-dated Wilipo, because that described Wilipo, whose name literally ment Will of the Blademaster. Maybe this was a true Prophecy? Evern read on.
The Savalatoria: The Savior of the Swade, a woman exiled by the speaker of the Blademaster. Born of no father but the Blademaster, born a man whose body shall change so she may save the Holy City and the Holy People.
"Diva", Evern thought, "This must be Diva, the story of her Immaculate Conception. She saved Swade, the holy city, and Swade, the Holy People."
The Renasansa: Born of Nobility, but struck by cleansing poison, he shall spread over the lands of the Swade and he shall spread Rebirth for the people, he shall Save the Swade. But he must do it at a young age for his very gifts shall destroy him. He of the High peak shall be him.
The 14 year old Evern was taken aback. It must be him. Evern ment high peak, he was born of nobility, and they called him the Black Prince because of the disease that had left the left side of his face...black.
And So a young man, driven by a prophecy, set otu on his quest to save hi people.
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The tent was the largest one of the encampment; near thirty paces to the side. It was not wasteful for all of that, though, for more than one dwelt in it on the many travels of the nation, and more so, because it retained mobility despite its vastness. A hole was cut in the top, and from that, smoke came from the fire within. Despite the thick walls of the tentramid hidethe light still shone through, and shadows could be seen to play across the wall in the firelight that flitted across it.
Tiran studied the walls for a moment. The shadows were few. The Council had obviously dispersed. He could even see some of them leaving now, as he studied the full perimeter of the tent that he could seewomen both old and young, representing the various tribes as they had come together. The Great Council, the wise women of the Merhai had heard Kahir today. He wondered how the meeting had gone.
No need to sneak here; it wasnt a hunt, and the tent was open to all men and women of the tribes, though when the women of the council were in session, only a select few were allowed to hear the proceedings. Though one could theoretically listen through the ramid hide walls of the tent, it was against honor to do so, and as yet, the Merhai had made too few enemies to be wary of spies.
He calmly walked around the tent to one of the gateways, propped open with a stick, and stooped low to avoid the low upper beam of the door. All men bow before the women of the Council, Tiran. It reminds us of the fact that, while we are the warriors, the decisions of the tribe are left to them.
Inside, only a few of the Council were still left, conversing in low voices with each other, or perhaps with a few of the common folk who had come inside to hear word of their decisionand why they had decided thus, as well. The fire burnt with the low whoosh and cracks that he always associated with it; sitting by the fires side was his father, muttering to himself as he gazed at something, deep in thought.
Tiran walked up to him, and touched him lightly on the shoulder. Kahir looked up; Tiran saw that he had been studying a map.
Tiran. He smiled. How did your hunt go today?
Less well than yesterday. Well need to move camp soon, father. The game avoids this area now. Why on Earth are we even camped all together like this?
Those things can be learnt in time, son.
Tiran narrowed his eyes. Why must you keep your plans secret from me? Im your son, after alland only in a few years, Ill have to lead armies of my own.
This is true. Kahir sighed. You will learn in time. At the moment... I am still formulating them, if truth needs be told. The options of our nation are few, and even with our choices forcibly narrowed, the path is hard to take. It is as if we have a harder time deciding which of two paths to take, when only yesterday we easily chose one of fifty. The spirits around us like to jest.
But what are have you decided upon now?
Nothing. But I have looked at a map, and I have dreamt.
And?
My dreams are never small, Tiran.
I knew that, father. I was more inquiring as to where those dreams were focused... He looked pointedly at his father. I want to know what we are doing. It is... hard to serve, when one does not know the task at hand.
No, Kahir said. It is easy to serve when you do not know the aims. It is when you do not have any instructions as to what to do. To rule, however...
And I am destined to rule!
I thought I had hammered that foolish notion out of you already, Tiran. He sounded annoyed. You are no more destined to rule than any other man. And rather less destined than any womenfor we are not the rulers. I wield power, yes, for I command great respect. But you shall never sit the Great Council, and it is only through your own prowess that you shall come to lead an army, or gather respect to yourself.
And I shall never gain prowess unless I learnand how can I learn, when my father refuses to teach?
Very well, Tiran. Sit, and I shall teach. He took a small cup of water that had laid by his notes for some time, and sipped from it.
We were driven from our valley a long time ago, and from that day, our people have not known peace or sanctuary, and shall not until we have a home of our own. And it is that which I intend to gain. That will be the legacy I leave to my peoplea destiny set, a home in sight. I do not pretend that I shall be the one to lead them into this promised land, but I shall be the one to have led them to it.
And where is this promised land?
One must either be content with what one has, or be determined to gain something more from life. And, as you have gathered, I am not content. Look about you the next time you are outside. The land we live in is beautiful, but harsh. A land of stark contrasts, where life and death mingle freely. It is not a land to build a home in, merely a refuge to rest in until we can launch our next stoke, to lead us to our new home.
I spoke to the Great Council today. They, too, dream of a home, and they have listened to the people. We have hungered for a long time. We have seen tyrants and fools rule, and we have seen glorious dreams turn into dust.
The Fairhelt contented themselves with a valley. I will not. No matter how bountiful this vale might have been, it is nothing compared to the home that I wish to leave my ancestors. I will not content myself with a valley, Tiran. The firelight reflected in the center of his eye, giving him a focused, daring look. I will create an empire.
Tiran studied the walls for a moment. The shadows were few. The Council had obviously dispersed. He could even see some of them leaving now, as he studied the full perimeter of the tent that he could seewomen both old and young, representing the various tribes as they had come together. The Great Council, the wise women of the Merhai had heard Kahir today. He wondered how the meeting had gone.
No need to sneak here; it wasnt a hunt, and the tent was open to all men and women of the tribes, though when the women of the council were in session, only a select few were allowed to hear the proceedings. Though one could theoretically listen through the ramid hide walls of the tent, it was against honor to do so, and as yet, the Merhai had made too few enemies to be wary of spies.
He calmly walked around the tent to one of the gateways, propped open with a stick, and stooped low to avoid the low upper beam of the door. All men bow before the women of the Council, Tiran. It reminds us of the fact that, while we are the warriors, the decisions of the tribe are left to them.
Inside, only a few of the Council were still left, conversing in low voices with each other, or perhaps with a few of the common folk who had come inside to hear word of their decisionand why they had decided thus, as well. The fire burnt with the low whoosh and cracks that he always associated with it; sitting by the fires side was his father, muttering to himself as he gazed at something, deep in thought.
Tiran walked up to him, and touched him lightly on the shoulder. Kahir looked up; Tiran saw that he had been studying a map.
Tiran. He smiled. How did your hunt go today?
Less well than yesterday. Well need to move camp soon, father. The game avoids this area now. Why on Earth are we even camped all together like this?
Those things can be learnt in time, son.
Tiran narrowed his eyes. Why must you keep your plans secret from me? Im your son, after alland only in a few years, Ill have to lead armies of my own.
This is true. Kahir sighed. You will learn in time. At the moment... I am still formulating them, if truth needs be told. The options of our nation are few, and even with our choices forcibly narrowed, the path is hard to take. It is as if we have a harder time deciding which of two paths to take, when only yesterday we easily chose one of fifty. The spirits around us like to jest.
But what are have you decided upon now?
Nothing. But I have looked at a map, and I have dreamt.
And?
My dreams are never small, Tiran.
I knew that, father. I was more inquiring as to where those dreams were focused... He looked pointedly at his father. I want to know what we are doing. It is... hard to serve, when one does not know the task at hand.
No, Kahir said. It is easy to serve when you do not know the aims. It is when you do not have any instructions as to what to do. To rule, however...
And I am destined to rule!
I thought I had hammered that foolish notion out of you already, Tiran. He sounded annoyed. You are no more destined to rule than any other man. And rather less destined than any womenfor we are not the rulers. I wield power, yes, for I command great respect. But you shall never sit the Great Council, and it is only through your own prowess that you shall come to lead an army, or gather respect to yourself.
And I shall never gain prowess unless I learnand how can I learn, when my father refuses to teach?
Very well, Tiran. Sit, and I shall teach. He took a small cup of water that had laid by his notes for some time, and sipped from it.
We were driven from our valley a long time ago, and from that day, our people have not known peace or sanctuary, and shall not until we have a home of our own. And it is that which I intend to gain. That will be the legacy I leave to my peoplea destiny set, a home in sight. I do not pretend that I shall be the one to lead them into this promised land, but I shall be the one to have led them to it.
And where is this promised land?
One must either be content with what one has, or be determined to gain something more from life. And, as you have gathered, I am not content. Look about you the next time you are outside. The land we live in is beautiful, but harsh. A land of stark contrasts, where life and death mingle freely. It is not a land to build a home in, merely a refuge to rest in until we can launch our next stoke, to lead us to our new home.
I spoke to the Great Council today. They, too, dream of a home, and they have listened to the people. We have hungered for a long time. We have seen tyrants and fools rule, and we have seen glorious dreams turn into dust.
The Fairhelt contented themselves with a valley. I will not. No matter how bountiful this vale might have been, it is nothing compared to the home that I wish to leave my ancestors. I will not content myself with a valley, Tiran. The firelight reflected in the center of his eye, giving him a focused, daring look. I will create an empire.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Mmhm, nice story NK. I kind of exhausted my story writing skills after the Gregorian trilogy...but I'll probably start a new one next week.
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More stories tomorrow. I'm trying to keep to a fairly standard sleep schedule in anticipation of that school year coming up. Orders sent, btw.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
mr mod sir, will you be starting the update tomorrow?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
A small man in an absurdly out of style green suit, way past retro shoes, and a wilting impossibly long clover in his matching in its out-of-styleocity top hat delivered a message in an envelope to the Penguin Embassy in The Lunar Republic of Ireland. The Envelope having been throughly scanned, sniffed, and waddled on was delivered to the Ambassador himself who was at the time in a teleconference with the Lord himself. No not God, Iggy.
"Your Lordship, It appears there is an urgent top secret for our combined 4 eyes only then to be summarily shredded ultra double secret confidential note for you from the Leperchaun Cheif Executive. Should we open it, sire?"
Iggy, always non-chalant in this Yukonish Ways simple affirmatively gestured with his hand. The penguin opened the envelope and gasped as only a penguin can gasp.
To: Lord Iggy, LINESII Mod and Master of Tellus and Penguins
From: His Truly Great and Awesomeness, though not a Lord because he doesn't exploit the workers nor hang on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in society but instead beleives Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical penguin ceremony, Chip Sinton(Also known as Swissempire to those who wish), Mod of ChipNES03 and Duly Elected Executive of the Leperchauns
I hereby challege thee to an update race of proportions never before WITNESSED in this universe or any others if you subscribe to the beleif that there are others. If you win i shall present you with 3 Chip points, Three shall be the number of the points and the number of the points shall be three. Four shalt thou not get, neither shalt thou receive two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three and of course Five is right out.
Do you except or shall i be forced to say Ni, or depending on when you receive this, Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki PTANG!
"Your Lordship, It appears there is an urgent top secret for our combined 4 eyes only then to be summarily shredded ultra double secret confidential note for you from the Leperchaun Cheif Executive. Should we open it, sire?"
Iggy, always non-chalant in this Yukonish Ways simple affirmatively gestured with his hand. The penguin opened the envelope and gasped as only a penguin can gasp.
To: Lord Iggy, LINESII Mod and Master of Tellus and Penguins
From: His Truly Great and Awesomeness, though not a Lord because he doesn't exploit the workers nor hang on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in society but instead beleives Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical penguin ceremony, Chip Sinton(Also known as Swissempire to those who wish), Mod of ChipNES03 and Duly Elected Executive of the Leperchauns
I hereby challege thee to an update race of proportions never before WITNESSED in this universe or any others if you subscribe to the beleif that there are others. If you win i shall present you with 3 Chip points, Three shall be the number of the points and the number of the points shall be three. Four shalt thou not get, neither shalt thou receive two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three and of course Five is right out.
Do you except or shall i be forced to say Ni, or depending on when you receive this, Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki PTANG!
A small penguin with reddish bandana over his head and what appeared to be an AK-47 leapt into the space station through the airlock. The station was large and earthy. Not surprising, as it was Ireland (only the South, the North had been too attached to the UK and broken off on takeoff) floating somewhere in the ZPNES dimension. A leperchaun dignitary approached.
"Hello, welcome to Ire-AAAGGHH!!!"
The creature went up in flames as Gris (the penguin) fired a round of molten needles into his chest.
"Sorry." He said, sweeping the smouldering ashes under a rock."
*****
"Is that some sort of 'Che Penguin' slaughtering our greeting team?"
"I think he's just trigger happy."
The penguin on the security camera let out a whoop and leapt into an elevator shaft. A large flash filled the cameras in that sector, followed by static.
"Just trigger happy?"
Gris shimmied up the elevator cable, then blasted out one door to see a control room of some sort. Inside were two leperchauns and a Human. He leapt through the smoking door, pulled off two front flips, then landed bowing at the human's feet.
"Swissempire, I presume?"
"Actually, my name's Ch-AAAAAGGHH!!!!!"
The human went up in flames as Gris fired a round of molten needles into his chest.
"Don't do that!" exclaimed the human, clothes charred but otherwise unharmed.
"Sorry. I forgot that NESers were so hard to kill."
"You were trying to kill me?"
"Uhh... I was testing... to see if you were the NESer. So you ARE Swi-"
"Call me Chip. And why did you need to kill all of my greeting team?"
"Comic content. Besides, did you REALLY care about them?"
"Not really."
"And you can get new ones by writing a few words anyway."
"True... anyway, why are you here?"
"Pour vous." said Gris, holding out a letter.
"Huh?"
"J'ai dit 'Pour vous'. Oh crap!"
"Huh?"
"Sorry, I picked up a disease a little while ago in Civ3NES. It's called 'French'. It makes you say strange gibberish and mime things. I think I picked it up during my stay with the Insane Pandas of Anguile."
"That's terrible. Oh hey, you have a letter for me."
"I just told you that."
"No you didn't, you spouted some gibberish."
"Just read the stupid thing."
Chip opened the letter. In Iggy's messy script was a single word.
Accepted.
"That's all? All of this for one word?"
"Well... I dunno. Ask Iggy. So anyway, the race is on."
Gris walked out and jumped into the open elevator shaft, grabbing hold of a cable.
"Parlez-vous français maintenant Chip?" asked Gris, with a slight grin.
"Non, je ne parle pas en fra-"
Chip's eyes widened.
"NOOOOOOOONNN!!!!!!!!"
*****
Disclaimer: The author has absolutely nothing against the French language, people, or culture. He merely found this concept amusing, and decided to write.
"Hello, welcome to Ire-AAAGGHH!!!"
The creature went up in flames as Gris (the penguin) fired a round of molten needles into his chest.
"Sorry." He said, sweeping the smouldering ashes under a rock."
*****
"Is that some sort of 'Che Penguin' slaughtering our greeting team?"
"I think he's just trigger happy."
The penguin on the security camera let out a whoop and leapt into an elevator shaft. A large flash filled the cameras in that sector, followed by static.
"Just trigger happy?"
Gris shimmied up the elevator cable, then blasted out one door to see a control room of some sort. Inside were two leperchauns and a Human. He leapt through the smoking door, pulled off two front flips, then landed bowing at the human's feet.
"Swissempire, I presume?"
"Actually, my name's Ch-AAAAAGGHH!!!!!"
The human went up in flames as Gris fired a round of molten needles into his chest.
"Don't do that!" exclaimed the human, clothes charred but otherwise unharmed.
"Sorry. I forgot that NESers were so hard to kill."
"You were trying to kill me?"
"Uhh... I was testing... to see if you were the NESer. So you ARE Swi-"
"Call me Chip. And why did you need to kill all of my greeting team?"
"Comic content. Besides, did you REALLY care about them?"
"Not really."
"And you can get new ones by writing a few words anyway."
"True... anyway, why are you here?"
"Pour vous." said Gris, holding out a letter.
"Huh?"
"J'ai dit 'Pour vous'. Oh crap!"
"Huh?"
"Sorry, I picked up a disease a little while ago in Civ3NES. It's called 'French'. It makes you say strange gibberish and mime things. I think I picked it up during my stay with the Insane Pandas of Anguile."
"That's terrible. Oh hey, you have a letter for me."
"I just told you that."
"No you didn't, you spouted some gibberish."
"Just read the stupid thing."
Chip opened the letter. In Iggy's messy script was a single word.
Accepted.
"That's all? All of this for one word?"
"Well... I dunno. Ask Iggy. So anyway, the race is on."
Gris walked out and jumped into the open elevator shaft, grabbing hold of a cable.
"Parlez-vous français maintenant Chip?" asked Gris, with a slight grin.
"Non, je ne parle pas en fra-"
Chip's eyes widened.
"NOOOOOOOONNN!!!!!!!!"
*****
Disclaimer: The author has absolutely nothing against the French language, people, or culture. He merely found this concept amusing, and decided to write.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Tis on then 
I'm starting the update.
For a recap on rule changes, the only ones accepted were the changed economy rules, which replace rural economy with the region system.
I'll have to instate the other rules at some other time.
>_>
<_<
EDIT: Oh, and to save me time when doing the map, I am putting nation names directly onto the map. Here is a sample from last turn's map, showing both the old and new systems:
For a recap on rule changes, the only ones accepted were the changed economy rules, which replace rural economy with the region system.
I'll have to instate the other rules at some other time.
>_>
<_<
EDIT: Oh, and to save me time when doing the map, I am putting nation names directly onto the map. Here is a sample from last turn's map, showing both the old and new systems:
das
Regeneration In Process
As already mentioned, Amon Savag isn't here, but his cause lives on!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Good. I didn't like the old style at all, although it was but a nuisance. No point in tempting the MOD's wrath for such a petty thing. 
Ach, I am bleeding to NES again! I hope I will have permanent access when I finish boot camp. Right now, I have no life outside the weekends, and five days on this forum usually means hours of (fairly useless) backtracking. Luckily, I will have the answer in about a month.
Ach, I am bleeding to NES again! I hope I will have permanent access when I finish boot camp. Right now, I have no life outside the weekends, and five days on this forum usually means hours of (fairly useless) backtracking. Luckily, I will have the answer in about a month.
Symphony D.
Deity
Lurker's Comment They give you weekends off!? 
Damn cushy socialist European militaries... *mutters* 
New map titles are nice, though the font seems familiar.
Damn cushy socialist European militaries... *mutters* New map titles are nice, though the font seems familiar.
Oruc
Reactionary
Iron Face Empire? Tsk tsk Portugal overshadowed Iron Face in that Nes
