alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Looks good! NK, any news since our last conversation?
Looks good! NK, any news since our last conversation?
From: The Ardavai Exatai
To: The Vithani Exatai
In the name of the Gold and the Silver, the Dual Avatars, and of the Seven, and of Taleldil, Lord of Wind and Thunder, we send this message to you. The words have been written in blood, as is custom, binding them to truth.
For years, the Vithana and the Ardavai have warred, despite their common faith. But did not the Satraps war before the rise of Taleldil, Emperor of the Heavens? Did not the Princes war upon the Rath Satar before the coming of the First? "Know him by his Aspect." We have clashed and found each other strong. We have found each other worthy of the Lord of Wind and Thunder.
Now, many have died. This is a sure sign that men have become weak. No longer have the they strength of Aspect to resist the ravening spirits of the warring heavens, and so they falter and die. This is not a sign of Taleldil's displeasure, but of his impending victory. If the spirits are driven from the heavens by his power, they will prey on the weaker. But we are the servants of Taleldil, and we shall outlast death.
Once, the Satar and the Acca were two peoples. Two destinies, two lives. Now, we are one. We are Ardavai. We are path-seekers. You too, are Ardavai. Do you not follow the Kaphaiavai, as we do? Do you not wear the mask? Do you not have your own Oracles who interpret the guidance of the Heavenly Emperor? Do you not claim the mantle of Exatas?
You are noble Vithana, you are uplifted Vithana. No more shall brothers in Ardavan lift spears against one another in war. You will join us. We will send you weapons, we will send you scriptures. Whatever you need, you shall have. Slaves from the false spirit-worshipers, you shall have. Great elephants to terrify your enemies, that too you shall have.
I give all these things to you, not to gain your submission, but to gain your friendship. Does it not pain you that your brother Vithana worship false spirits? That the northern kingdoms, which legends say bathe in pools of shadow and light, do not know the Chains That Free?
It is your task, not to spread Exatai to the faithful, but to spread it to the unworthy. You are our brothers, foes no longer. And the world shall be made worthy.
For as it has been written in the holy Kaphaiavai:
"Beginning there were many gods, and none.
And in the end, there shall be only one."
My dear brother, my exalted Prince, my treasured companion. Know that we shall sow terror among the unrighteous.
Sealed by mine own hand, with the blood of mine own slave,
Vespelian, Prince of the Sun, High Prince of the Satar, First Censoratta of the Acca, Ninth Redeemer of Man
@Iggy,
You can have Helsia, I'm going to look into picking up a nation on the edge of the fog or starting a new culture somewhere.
Holy mutha-hell. I'm beyond words, and pleased that I decided to show back up! Without a doubt, I'm so in. Beyond my wildest dreams NK x.x, grazie! Now I have to actually read lol.
To the Monarch of Elets
Işŗ ē Dāroćramįr, Evynæ Thorsrdyn, Omigāium Rhiaōmł, Anyāićra Bleilæđ, Rhedaŗāium Sabiræđ, or Anyaisćra Utæđ.
I am Dāroćramįr, Thorsrdyn of Evyn, Sovereign of the Empire, Herald of Anyāis, Lord of the North, and Scourge of Those Broken. As I rest upon the Throne of Anyāis, I take note of my neighbors. I have seen to the sundering of my enemies, and now I shall see to the sowing of my friends. I have taken notice of you, and I have decided to invoke the Old Offer, by which you may submit yourself to the Empire and be taken under its defense.
I offer generous terms. Submit to the Empire and become brothers with the Host than inhabits its borders. Pay your fair share of the burdens that are necessary, both in coin and man; and in return live a millennium in peace. Your lands, villages, and homes will be safe- never to be bothered by outsiders again. You and your descendants will rule for all time in your domain, second only to my rule. Such security is worthwhile, is it not? So, I hereby invite you personally to travel to Anyāis to accept my offer. Your safety will be guaranteed by the Host itself, and you will be my personal guest for a week of celebrations in your honor.
In the past, the Empire has consumed those that had drawn its attention. One by one, the nations of the north have fallen to the host of Anyāis, until now only the Empire remains. I offer you a chance to avoid that fate. With my protection, with my friendship, your people will be safe and your nation assured; none would dare attack that which lies in my charge. I await your decision.
To the Xieni
Işŗ ē Dāroćramįr, Evynæ Thorsrdyn, Omigāium Rhiaōmł, Anyāićra Bleilæđ, Rhedaŗāium Sabiræđ, or Anyaisćra Utæđ.
I am Dāroćramįr, Thorsrdyn of Evyn, Sovereign of the Empire, Herald of Anyāis, Lord of the North, and Scourge of Those Broken. Your crossings into the territories of the Empire have angered me, and in doing so have made yourself a powerful enemy. I will have no further dealings with your backward people until you submit yourself to the Throne of Anyāis and pay tribute to me. Failure to do so immediately will result in your utter destruction, without doubt. Do not take my words lightly; your time draws to an end.
From: Nephrax-ta-Delphis, Prince of the Scroll, Satrap of Kargan
To: Neruss
The Eastern Fist of the Redeemer requires your leader's humble submission. In return for your fealty, your life will be spared, your lands will be retained, and your family will not be enslaved. You shall be confirmed as Satrap of Neruss in all your former privileges. An appropriate tribute should be remitted to ourselves, which we will in turn submit to the Redeemer. Additionally, a Censoratta will be dispatched to your city to ensure your eternal loyalty to the Mask.
To the Vithana
The fact that you come to my door with such brazen prattle shows that you do not know who you are dealing with. I am Dāroćramįr, Thorsrdyn of Evyn, Sovereign of the Empire, Herald of Anyāis, Lord of the North, and Scourge of Those Broken. At my hand lies the greatest Empire this world has yet to see, one of unchallengeable strength and unimaginable power. At my command lies an army more numerous than that of your entire people, an army that has never tasted defeat during its long history. The Host of Evyn is more than capable of defending the Empire, and crushing any who dare question my power. This I assure you.
I know you- I have heard the stories the people tell of your savagery and your so called deeds. They do not intimidate me; and I tell you now, with no hesitation, I do not fear you Horse-Lord. Come as you may, you will not do as you say- the North will not be troubled by such petty threats you spout. Now, as you have insulted both the Throne and the Empire, I am left with no choice- should your soldiers take one step further into Elet land, you may consider the Empire your enemy.
To Elets
You mistake my offer of friendship for one of hostility, I do not threaten you. Whether you wish or not, the course now brings you into my reach and as such, the Empire will not be denied. It is up to you whether you and your lineage continue in power, or if you become like all those who have denied the Old Offer. You need naught but kneel before the Throne, and the whole might of the Host will be brought against your enemies.