End of Empires - N3S III

I think it increases from your general actions. i'm guessing you can't directly influence the amount of money you get. However, if you attack some one you'll likely get more money due to the spoils of war. If you start many trade routes or have useful resources your economy should get a boost too.
 
We would much prefer all of the territory to be under our control. We would allow you unrestricted access to Ropoa Boa and the Peko River. These pirates you fight are a problem, and we understand your need to deal with them. However, there was no need to invade a nation unprovoked as you did. Had you asked, we would have allowed you to use our facilities as a base of operations.

In addition, we would like reparations to be paid to replace the troops you slaughtered.

We think our offer is quite generous considering that we could easily destroy you. We will give you 1000 Tui in addition to the terms above or you better send your people packing because we will drive them into the desert.
 
I'd like to "surrender" to the Prokym tribes through complacency and bloody defeat. Let them mix their culture with ours. I'll take up whatever mongrel child of that union would be. :)
 
We think our offer is quite generous considering that we could easily destroy you. We will give you 1000 Tui in addition to the terms above or you better send your people packing because we will drive them into the desert.

We would imagine that you would not want to fight a people who have nowhere left to turn. We will fight to the death if need be. However, we do not want to do this. We feel that if our terms are accepted, we can restart fresh, with no hostilities.
 
Reign of King Mukalla II: Part One


Childhood in Bahra was extremely tough for the average person, no exceptions were made for the nobility and royal families. Bahra during the reign of Kathiris I, Mukalla’s father, the growing ability of the kingdom to produce surplus foods and materials was becoming apparent and many expansions were made. At the age of fifteen Mukalla II accompanied his uncle, a sort of mentor to him, on the expedition through the mountain pass and the establishment of the city of Yishidim. During his travels across his future kingdom, the young prince learned much about warfare through the nobility around him. He learned the importance of horses to the battlefield and their ability to move fast and cut through troop formations with ease. After the journey was complete, Mukalla returned home to find his father in a weakened state from improperly prepared food. His father would later recover, but during the couple months of sickness Mukalla II gained much wisdom in what his role would be and how much of a challenge lay ahead.

During the next twelve years, Mukalla spent much of his time studying the art of agriculture in the royal fields. Learning much on the arts of irrigation and even is credited with designing new canals and water movement systems for his own use, which would later spread to the rest of the kingdom and help green up the sandy shores of the river Sesh. As his father managed to live longer than his father before him, into his mid-forties, Mukalla was taught much about warfare from the noble horsemen, learning to ride and fight on horseback he learned to love it and saw it as an amazing and ingenius method to wage war. During his training he revolutionized the way cavalry formations were used and tried out new tactics with his fathers army.

All the while in the east the valley was in turmoil, the Empire of the Sesh was reestablished under a new dynasty and the future of Bahra looked dim. Diplomacy broke down and Kathiris I feared invasion. Mukalla was sent as an ambassador to the Sesh, only to be refused access by the military. The only thing, the only sensible thing, left to do was to make an alliance. Mukalla traveled to the tribes in the desert, making friend and ally with many of them, seeking soldiers, seeking help. During his important venture another message arrived to him. His father had passed away, he was king at the age of twenty eight. Not a young king by any standard, if anything middle-aged and well learned. He raced home as fast as possible, he could not trust his other family members and feared being usurped by the other males, his brothers included.

With the military firmly and for the longest time under his control, he just needed to get home and claim his rightful place. Surprisingly, there was little resistance to his taking of the throne, he was viewed as competent, and possibly even more so than his father. As his reign started, Mukalla II was in a precarious situation, on his border one of the strongest empires in the ancient world, in the north many allies and friends waited his command. His next move seemed almost common sense, but the execution of it was to make or break his entire reign and perhaps his kingdom.
 
As some have speculated, I'm not going to tell you how to increase income. You can figure it out. :)
 
OOC: I admit to some confusion over exactly what is required of me for my spending orders, I have deduced the following.

That our budgets represent the 'discretionary' portion of our budgets, so all the normal costs of government are accounted for with the remainder in this case being the portion of the budget that a government has to spend on special projects and the like; also rolled into this figure appear to be military costs.

Now here’s what I’m a tad unsure about, the costs for military upkeep appear to not be automatically deducted from the ‘discretionary’ portion of the budget. Is this so?

I must admit to being completely and utterly confused about exactly what I need to do to recruit troops, the maintenance cost of troops as well as the cost of campaigns. It’s probably just me being tired after a long days work, but a recap for my convenience/sanity and I’m sure everyone else’s would be welcome, from anyone who understands the system.


For my sanity and I’m sure everyone’s, can we please ban the significant changing of stories once they are posted, certain people and I’m not saying who make my life incredibly difficult by posting what is really a first draft, changing it significantly all the while when I’m trying to write my stories. To be honest I should not have to trawl from page 34 of the thread to page 37 of the thread and re-read/re-check stories while I’m writing, I’m more than half tempted to just stop bothering to post them.


And I’m quite certain from an economics point of view that trade is probably one of the best means of increasing revenue. Generating significant increased surpluses of food to increase specialisation would also be a good means of gaining more revenue, but the gains might only prove to transitory, given that the best land accessible is already under cultivation or should be, any increase in the land placed under cultivation or even land made more efficient would be subject to diminishing rates of return. Another interesting way of gaining some increasing in revenue would be to review what exactly the ‘tragedy of the commons’ is. The neo-classical predicators of economic growth, property rights, rule of law, transport and market knowledge are rather difficult to fulfil in a meaningful way.

Of course Malthus holds sway so in the end it doesn’t really matter what you do, positive checks will screw you everytime ;)

First Speaker of the Senate House of the Republic of New Seshweay.
Years since the death of the Revered Aya’se 968.
Henceforth referred to as RA
Years since the death of the First Republic 968.
Henceforth referred to as FR
Years since the formation of the Second Republic 11.
Henceforth referred to as SR


A General Address to the Seshweay, acting with and in direct agreement with the Unitary Prime and the All Highest Moralist.

Know people of Seshweay that we fight on many fronts; that our sons, fathers and brothers duel the enemy on many far distant fields, know that our Glorious Republican navy dominates the seas, know that we fight sure in the knowledge of the support of the Ancestors in the face of the most repressible tyranny and the greatest evil imaginable, the Autocracy of Sesh.

In the early stages of our world, according to the Ancestors there were no kings, and Paradise flowed from the lack of Tyranny and Royal Arrogance, for did not the Ancestors say that the “Palaces of Kings are built upon the bowers of Paradise?” It is the pride and tyranny of Kings that so throw the Seshweay into disorder. For did not our Ancestors live in harmony until the Kings of Old Arkage did throw them into chaos and confusion? Did not the Exiled States and Ti-Sesh not have peace since their foundation in the absence of a King, did not the Autocracy of Sesh start this present conflagration?

Kings were introduced into this world by the Arkage, the great enemy of our Ancestors and present purveyor of our troubles. It was the most prosperous invention that the enemies of the Ancestors ever caused to exist, the instrument of so much conflict and the creator of the split between our lives and the Ancestors. It is well known that the Arkage worshipped their kings of old, an Autocrat crumbling into dust venerated by the deranged masses is not threat, but the Kingly Arrogance of a Majesty worshipped in life is more dangerous still. For the dead have no Arrogance, no Divine delusions, no Aggression and no Madness sure characteristics of the Autocrats.

The Madness of the Autocrats extends into the deranged fantasy of an Empire for they only share the same name as the Empire of Old! They claim continuity, they have none, this present batch of Tyrants shares not even the blood of the Old Empire, it claims to share the blood of a long dead people, and it spurns acknowledging by word or deed any blood of our people. Tyranny by foreigners and madmen at that! Contemptible to the precepts of the Ancestors and contemptible to all Seshweay and contemptible to all with even a shred of sanity!

They claim to be just, but justice resides not with Tyrants and do not the Ancestors themselves claim that? The words of madmen and foreigners cannot hold against the words of the Ancestors, not even in the deluded mind of the Tyrant can his corrupt mortal form hold to the divine scrutiny of the Ancestors. Men are not just; men are fallible, trust in the Ancestors. The Tyrant corrupts the laws of Seshweay by his very existence, how with all the power of the land vested in one man can the law be kept free from corruption, how can the Magistrates who draw all legal authority from the people and their representative the Senate hope to reconcile their fundamental basis in law with a King? We all know that the Arkage system of laws is a travesty of law, an excuse for the Whims of Kings to exercise powers, to crush the citizen-slaves who have populated Arkage and her bastard get for so long. Even the though of the Autocrat trying to uphold our laws has the Senate in mirth, will he bow to the Magistrate? The Senate is caught, between the thought of the Autocrat bowing and the Autocrat trying to administer our laws.. Arrogance humbled on one, and the ineptness of the Tyrant on the other.

Mirth makes up only a part, the humour does not detract from the sustained assault on Seshweay culture, the abrogation of our ancient values and imposition of alien ones upon our children, the perversion of our religion by the Dictator and its manipulation to serve the posturing of the tyrant, destruction of our most ancient and sacred institutions and inevitably their replacement with a faux façade a play at retaining them. Don’t blink, for in the place of the Senate of Ti-Sesh you will end up with a New Senate of Sesh composed entirely of foreigners and turncoats those who betray their fatherland. Surrounded on all sides by the foreigners shackles and tyrants whip, WE MUST RESIST.

But it is not just that, the enemy hold our greatest religious relics in their foul hands, and surely we all know that they tyrant and his ilk might make the pretence of following the Unitary Prime and honouring the Ancestors, but many say in small groups who are these Ancestors the tyrant worships we know them not. Of course we know they not, they are not ours, they are contrivances of the tyrant to destroy the faith and impose his peoples own twisted representation.

Know that the history of the Arkage show a history of folly, did they not eject their philosophers, has not their king acted in an absolute arbitrary manner so disgusting to those beloved of freedom? Yes! Tolerate it not.

For the Ancestors. Better to die fighting tyranny than live in shackles.

A modest petitioner, Seshweay Book of Messages:
RA 968
FR 968.
SR 11.


The Republic of New Seshweay, Protector of the Seshweay and Defender of the Faith, is our greatest asset, out most sacred possession, our sole remaining link with the Ancestors most Perfect and Benevolent. It is the duty of all Seshweay to protect it, so many have died in its name; its linage is unbroken for 968 years, the oldest existing institution in the known world and the most important symbol of Seshweay. Where once two Senates existed, now there is only one, where once the proud banners of Ti-Sesh flew, now only the banners of the Despot of Sesh fly, where once free men walked now reside slaves, held in thrall the Arrogance of a man who thinks himself a god.

Our Republic before the arrogance of Kings drove us to war was flourishing; even to this day it is, although the wheels of commerce have been slowed as we ready for war. Trade flowed from the known world, coins from all over the world accrued in the treasuries of the Republic, ships from all corners of the world called into the ports of the Republic, foreigners from all over our world came to live in the cities. Many fled from the madness of Dictatorship in Jania and then from Sesh, scholars ejected from the philosophical schools for ‘insulting the Imperial dignity’, Republicans emulating our teachings fleeing from a Dictatorship that punishes criticism with disappearance, Priests of Unity fleeing religious persecution and indoctrination in the cult that the Dictator and his ilk have formed, those with wealth leaving Ti-Sesh in droves escaping the thief king, those with decency fleeing from a mental deficient placed in control by puppet masters who cannot even now manipulate the strings and from an ‘Empire’ which exists solely to oppress the Seshweay and destroy them.

The vast dockyards in Onesh which built the vast merchant fleet of the Republic, with imported wood from our brothers in faith Styr now turns its attention to converting merchant vessels for transport duties and building warships. The merchants of Onesh and of the entire Republic have poured vast sums of money into their creation, rushing to end the war and return the flow of trade that they rely on. Vast amounts of war materials are imported every day on the fleets of the Republic from the North and West, ships sail into port every day loaded with iron weapons from the Triuli and often with living war material from the Styr where the faithful have answered the call to arms in ever increasing numbers.

The farms and stately residencies of the Senators of Paasa ready massive quantities of food, dried meat, olives, figs, grain and fruits are hidden in the vast granaries of the city ready for the troops, all provided for remissions of taxation in peace time, the Republics coins saved for the real battles that lie ahead not the trivial matters before the day. The Senators of Paasa long famed for two things, brawling on the Seante floors after arguments about poetry may now add a less amusing characteristic to their fame, service in the military.

The Republican fleet stationed in Mahid readies itself for battle, the sleek rams, high prows and many oars will soon be tested against the enemy in full battle, Sesh is weak on the sea a land based people, their warships are scarcely useful as anything better than barges, they make do with short poor timber unable to import timber from Styr. Their ships are ungainly, top heavy, slow, unwieldy and completely unsuited to be on the water, they would be of more use to Sesh if they were beached and troops on them used on the ground instead of dying a certain death at sea. The people of Mahid have donated heavily to the Ancestors, and the Ancestors demand victory, flush with money the Unitary Prime has gifted the Republic with a large portion of funds to finance the war effort and brining back into the fold of Ti-Sesh and the wayward Arkage.

Haise famed for its philosophical schools, its poets, its artists, its lyceum and its engineering school has contributed vast bequeaths, grand projects have been abandoned for the moment, the vast Temple to the Ancestors in the centre of the city lies quiet for the first time in 850 years, the roof over the Sepulchre of Aya’se lies unfinished, the work to restore his vault to its former glory marches on apiece after it was vandalized by the ‘scholars’ of Sesh in its original home, in their made dash to disturb the Ancestors and deface the most Holy Relics. They claim for understanding but it is plain for all to see they are deluded slaves of the Tyrants dictates. We all know how they removed our Lady, from her sacred resting place, defaced her tomb, exposed her form to the elements and questioned heritage, insulted our very soul and religion humiliated the population of Ti-Sesh who had kept her August Form safe for a 100 years in the chaos, a mere village that had managed to save her form from the madness of Arkage during the chaos, and who prospered inevitably under her watch into a city, only to have her divine form destroyed for the sake of ‘understanding’.

The whole of the Republic, with regret marches to war, but the insults to our dignity, our culture, our world, our religion, our brothers and sisters and to Seshweay as a whole have been to sustained and repeated to do anything but punish the enemy. “Aggression begets Aggression which justifies the utmost punishment of the Aggressor” our Lady said that, with a touch of irony, but in her name and image we take the fields of Sesh and defend her honour and the honour of the Republic as a whole.

For the Ancestors, For the Republic, For Seshweay, For the Lady!

The Book of Escapes, Codex of Martyrs.

Ay’Tse’Ma
Priest of Unity
Servant of the Ancestors
Formerly of the Temple of Paasa
Formerly of the Temple of Ti-Sesh


Escape. That is what we have been doing for almost six months, ever since the enemy invaded, they rounded up those who resisted, many didn’t, the shock of the collapse was too much to comprehend and the horror to great to dwell on. Priests were targets; the Arkage had eyes on our Temples, the gold busts, our Holiness and innate resistance of evil. The Arkage arrested many of us, alongside the Senate, we have not heard of them since, its been whispered that there is a field somewhere near Ti-Sesh where they now reside, there is little doubt that that is the case years have gone by. The murders and terror still rage unabated, the initial resistance has been crushed, the murder of Arkage soldiers is unheard of, but they see rebels in every shadow, every glare they get is enough cause for them to cut you down in the street.

Their soldiers are not soldiers, they are animals made in the image of men, they are billeted with good Seshweay families, eye the properties, wait for the slightest pretext, and arrest and kill the family and take what they like. They force themselves upon whoever they like for that is a sad fact, they understand enough of our ways to punish families in the worst ways, the physical pain will abate, but the eternal shame will reside. The Prime of Ti-Sesh while he was still alive had to issue more writs of the allowance of marriage for modesty reasons in two weeks than he had to issue for the whole of the his preceding career some forty years. Years have passed and they stride around like conquers still, our laws are destroyed, no King can sanction his soldiers being arrested and executed for breaking the rules of a conquered people. No King can handle the rebuke of a Court telling his favourites that they are guilty and the punishment will be death. No King can allow Courts which swore loyalty to the Republic, swore upon the Ancestors that they would grant justice and had in turn sworn to them by the supplicants they are free of impediment. No King could bend his knees to the Courts. They died.

The Temples which were allowed to continue to function had their bronzes stolen no longer could the Priests read the words of the Ancestors, the outcry at this sacrilege was such that even a Tyrant had to acknowledge its howl, and he returned the bronzes defaced and carved with crude amendments, such that they insinuated that the Tyrant was the equal of the Lords above. The outcry was muted after the Prime of Ti-Sesh disappeared, many whispered that he presented his case to the Tyrant in person and that the Tyrant had had him murdered. The Tyrant turned his full attention to Servants of the Lords, many openly praised the Republic as the sole link between the Seshweay and the Ancestors. This defiance at least in the eyes of the Tyrant was enough to justify the removal of any semblance of freedom previously allowed; priests who disagreed were arrested and were not heard from again. Those who managed to flee and conducted ministries in secret were punished with death, no pretence of moderation was allowed. Those who defied the Tyrant were massacred.

My story starts in Ti-Sesh, I fled with a number of my fellow priests from the animals of the Tyrant, they pursued, and we fled, we originally aimed to be move into the North and away from the roving soldiers, where we could be sure of good treatment by true believers. The declaration of war by the madman against the New Seshweay destroyed any hope of safety, forced to rethink our aim we instead began to minister at first to those few who we came across, handling marriages and ceremonies neglected since the murder of so many of our number. Eventually as our locations were passed amongst the faithful the number who sought us out increased which increased the danger. Large bodies of people disappearing for a time attracted the notice of the authorities, and with some judicious use of torture our position was revealed and the animals came after us. They failed, many were prepared to risk death to shelter us, and even clergy from the North harboured us at great risk to their own life, so horrified by the carnage being done.

New of New Seshweay preparing a land invasion greatly relieved many in Ti-Sesh, it had been passed onto us by agents of the Unitary Prime that a great host was prepared to march in concert with Bahrai to liberate us from the Tyrant. The enemy were panicking, they heard the rumours as well, and facing the well drilled and disciplined armies of the Republic on the open field terrified the slaves and peasants that make up the bulk of the Tyrants army.

Some of us were caught in the meantime, they died. They disappeared into the bottomless pits that the Tyrant had made ready for prisoners, most never reached them. It was a rare prisoner, who reached them.

End of passage. Next passage on the Death of Kings.
 
OOC: Oh my god. Random +1000 Economy boost to Masada. As well as immortality to five soldiers by his selection and five religions founded.

How in the world are players weak on English going to keep up with that kind of storytelling? :cringe:
 
OOC: I admit to some confusion over exactly what is required of me for my spending orders, I have deduced the following.

That our budgets represent the 'discretionary' portion of our budgets, so all the normal costs of government are accounted for with the remainder in this case being the portion of the budget that a government has to spend on special projects and the like; also rolled into this figure appear to be military costs.

Now here’s what I’m a tad unsure about, the costs for military upkeep appear to not be automatically deducted from the ‘discretionary’ portion of the budget. Is this so?

Yes to all of the above.

I must admit to being completely and utterly confused about exactly what I need to do to recruit troops, the maintenance cost of troops as well as the cost of campaigns. It’s probably just me being tired after a long days work, but a recap for my convenience/sanity and I’m sure everyone else’s would be welcome, from anyone who understands the system.

It depends on the troop type.

The following cost money to recruit:

Professionals (3)
Ships (10)
Elephants (10 for Thearak, 5 for Moti and Krato)

All troops cost money to maintain. This money has to be paid to keep them in existence. It does not necessarily have to be paid the turn you buy them, but if you want to use them on that same turn, you have to pay upkeep:

Ship (10)
Nobleman (1)
Professional (2)
Militia (.2)
Chariot (2)
War elephant (10)
Steppe horsemen (.2)

Elephants are half-price for the three elephant nations to maintain (go figure). Steppe horsemen can only be had by steppe nations, but they cost nothing to recruit for them. Nobles appear automatically (you can encourage their armament), and cannot be recruited.

To have troops on an active, offensive campaign, one should probably spend .5 per every soldier on a normal campaign. Exceptions are when you have a particularly easy terrain to cross, when you have very secure supply lines, or the opposite: difficult terrain and/or harassed supply lines.

For my sanity and I’m sure everyone’s, can we please ban the significant changing of stories once they are posted, certain people and I’m not saying who make my life incredibly difficult by posting what is really a first draft, changing it significantly all the while when I’m trying to write my stories. To be honest I should not have to trawl from page 34 of the thread to page 37 of the thread and re-read/re-check stories while I’m writing, I’m more than half tempted to just stop bothering to post them.

Don't worry about differences in stories. I view it as something like differing accounts of the same battle by the two sides: they both hold a grain of the truth, but not necessarily the whole truth. Reconciling them is, I believe, my job.

And I’m quite certain from an economics point of view that trade is probably one of the best means of increasing revenue. Generating significant increased surpluses of food to increase specialisation would also be a good means of gaining more revenue, but the gains might only prove to transitory, given that the best land accessible is already under cultivation or should be, any increase in the land placed under cultivation or even land made more efficient would be subject to diminishing rates of return. Another interesting way of gaining some increasing in revenue would be to review what exactly the ‘tragedy of the commons’ is. The neo-classical predicators of economic growth, property rights, rule of law, transport and market knowledge are rather difficult to fulfil in a meaningful way.

You're on the right track. :)

OOC: Oh my god. Random +1000 Economy boost to Masada. As well as immortality to five soldiers by his selection and five religions founded.

How in the world are players weak on English going to keep up with that kind of storytelling? :cringe:

I don't intend to make story bonuses gamebreakers. Note how well they helped when the first Sesh spiraled down into a collapse. :p

In any case, I award based on what I perceive as effort, not necessarily on what I like best. After all, I have some very weird tastes in writing. I might also simply standardize story bonuses later, because I feel I may not be fair in effort-judging, either. We'll see.
 
Orders in:

Empire of the Sesh
Treha
Thearak
Krato
Stad Men
Acca

Orders not in (sadly, a longer list):

Empire of the Trilui
Pekorova
Palmyra
New Seshweay
Hu'ut
Hamakua
Gallat
Ferman
Farou
Ederru
Bahra


No, you don't have to get them in yet, but try to do so tonight. I'm probably plowing ahead with the update even if I don't have yours.
 
The Prophet​

Foreword

It is with great pleasure that I was called upon by the King to collect the words of The Prophet Kleo, I have travelled far and wide, accross the nations of the Opporians [1] to collect the various teachings of the Path, and whilst the fact remains that The Prophets remains are interred under the Temple in Opios and that the stories herein should be understood for there deeper meaning and not for the simple facts that they may present themselves to be. For a start in may seem unusual that a man that was born in the mountains be taken by a ship; but obviously this is just a representation for the Ships greater journey elsewhere, down the Path.


The Coming of the Ship​

Kleo, The beloved and chosen of God, had waited twenty years for the ship to return him unto his final resting place. And on this, the twentieth year, on the final day of Thii, the day of harvesting, he climbed the mountain of Hiigad and looked seaward and he saw a ship coming to him through the mist, and he knew Joy.

But as he descended toward the city, he felt his heart begin to weigh down upon him, a great saddness welled up inside him, and it was for this wound in his heart, that Oporria granted him one last time with his followers, and the mariners of the ship, from the fabled land shored up the ship so that he could speak to his followers.

He walked down through the fields, men and women abandoned their fields and strove towards the city, whispering his name, and the coming of the ship. And when he approached the city gates it was thick with people trying to get in, and they saw him and they parted, many weeping openly, and he made himself to the Temple, where the Leaders of the City stood and pleaded "Go not yet away from us, for you are no stranger to us and you have come to us and you are our beloved,". And then the Priests said unto him "Let not us part now, and the years we have spent together fade into a memory,". And many of the people of the city approached and entreated him, but he answered them not.

And then a simple woman came down unto him, and spoke with great tenderness and care, "Prophet of Oporria, long have you searched for your ship, and now that it is here you must go, but deep is the longing in your heart for us, yet we ask that before you leave us, you speak unto us,"

And he replied "Of what can I speak save that which is within you, of what your souls beg for guidance on,"


On Love​

Then said the simple woman "Speak to us of love,"

And he raised his head looking upon the people and smiled, And with a great voice he said

"When love beckons, follow him. Though his ways are hard and steep. When he enfolds you in his arms, yield to him, though he may wound you. When he speaks to you beleive in him, though he may shatter you.

For even as love crowns you, he enslaves you, as he is your growth, he is your pruning.

All these things Love will do to you, and you will know the secrets of your heart and in that Knowledge comes a path unto the One. For when you love say not that God is in me, say that I am in God, and if you are worthy love will direct your course.

But if you wish of love only its pleasures and its comfort, better to cast it away, for you will find yourself in a seasonless world, where laughter is always empty and tears are neverending,"

On Marriage​

Then the simple woman spoke again, and said "What of Marriage, Propet?"

And he answered "You were bound together on the Path and your Paths will be bound forevermore. You will be together when the Oporria beckons you to him, and you enter Irallia, For you will be together even in the Heart of God.

Love each other, but make it not a bond that shackles you, but fills each others cup until they are overflowing and you can drink your fill. Sing and dance. Make joyous memories but let each other be alone, as the strings of the Oyo [2] vibrate alone yet the music is one,"

On Children​

And then a women in the crowd spoke up, a baby against her bosem, "Speak to us of Children, Prophet,".

"Your children are a gift from lifes longing for itself, They come through you, but not for you, as they are with you but belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for Oporria guides them also, as we are all his Children, just as he has housed our bodies on Siyya [3], you can house them. But only Oporria alone can house their souls for he is the beginning of all.

Oporria is the archer who sees his mark and fires you along it, and you are but a wind that can assist it to its target.


[1] all those who beleive in the Iralliam faith
[2] Oyo is similar to a lute
[3] Siyya is basically Earth


OOC: Ok the last chapter of this segment kinda sucked. More chapters will follow after updates. (a couple of chapters at a time).

Do note that this is merely a collection of his words before his death, and not all of his teachings. I don't really have time to write a whole religious book....
 
The Prophet​

Foreword

It is with great pleasure that I was called upon by the King to collect the words of The Prophet Kleo, I have travelled far and wide, accross the nations of the Opporians [1] to collect the various teachings of the Path, and whilst the fact remains that The Prophets remains are interred under the Temple in Opios and that the stories herein should be understood for there deeper meaning and not for the simple facts that they may present themselves to be. For a start in may seem unusual that a man that was born in the mountains be taken by a ship; but obviously this is just a representation for the Ships greater journey elsewhere, down the Path.


The Coming of the Ship​

Kleo, The beloved and chosen of God, had waited twenty years for the ship to return him unto his final resting place. And on this, the twentieth year, on the final day of Thii, the day of harvesting, he climbed the mountain of Hiigad and looked seaward and he saw a ship coming to him through the mist, and he knew Joy.

But as he descended toward the city, he felt his heart begin to weigh down upon him, a great saddness welled up inside him, and it was for this wound in his heart, that Oporria granted him one last time with his followers, and the mariners of the ship, from the fabled land shored up the ship so that he could speak to his followers.

He walked down through the fields, men and women abandoned their fields and strove towards the city, whispering his name, and the coming of the ship. And when he approached the city gates it was thick with people trying to get in, and they saw him and they parted, many weeping openly, and he made himself to the Temple, where the Leaders of the City stood and pleaded "Go not yet away from us, for you are no stranger to us and you have come to us and you are our beloved,". And then the Priests said unto him "Let not us part now, and the years we have spent together fade into a memory,". And many of the people of the city approached and entreated him, but he answered them not.

And then a simple woman came down unto him, and spoke with great tenderness and care, "Prophet of Oporria, long have you searched for your ship, and now that it is here you must go, but deep is the longing in your heart for us, yet we ask that before you leave us, you speak unto us,"

And he replied "Of what can I speak save that which is within you, of what your souls beg for guidance on,"


On Love​

Then said the simple woman "Speak to us of love,"

And he raised his head looking upon the people and smiled, And with a great voice he said

"When love beckons, follow him. Though his ways are hard and steep. When he enfolds you in his arms, yield to him, though he may wound you. When he speaks to you beleive in him, though he may shatter you.

For even as love crowns you, he enslaves you, as he is your growth, he is your pruning.

All these things Love will do to you, and you will know the secrets of your heart and in that Knowledge comes a path unto the One. For when you love say not that God is in me, say that I am in God, and if you are worthy love will direct your course.

But if you wish of love only its pleasures and its comfort, better to cast it away, for you will find yourself in a seasonless world, where laughter is always empty and tears are neverending,"

On Marriage​

Then the simple woman spoke again, and said "What of Marriage, Propet?"

And he answered "You were bound together on the Path and your Paths will be bound forevermore. You will be together when the Oporria beckons you to him, and you enter Irallia, For you will be together even in the Heart of God.

Love each other, but make it not a bond that shackles you, but fills each others cup until they are overflowing and you can drink your fill. Sing and dance. Make joyous memories but let each other be alone, as the strings of the Oyo [2] vibrate alone yet the music is one,"

On Children​

And then a women in the crowd spoke up, a baby against her bosem, "Speak to us of Children, Prophet,".

"Your children are a gift from lifes longing for itself, They come through you, but not for you, as they are with you but belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for Oporria guides them also, as we are all his Children, just as he has housed our bodies on Siyya [3], you can house them. But only Oporria alone can house their souls for he is the beginning of all.

Oporria is the archer who sees his mark and fires you along it, and you are but a wind that can assist it to its target.


[1] all those who beleive in the Iralliam faith
[2] Oyo is similar to a lute
[3] Siyya is basically Earth


OOC: Ok the last chapter of this segment kinda sucked. More chapters will follow after updates. (a couple of chapters at a time).

Do note that this is merely a collection of his words before his death, and not all of his teachings. I don't really have time to write a whole religious book....

Or you could just cut and paste the rest....:p

Orders sent.
 
Since my faction is doomed otherwise, I hereby change my mind. I wish to actually apply my story bonuses.
 
My orders are coming tonight, i just had some last minute things to do.

Edit: About 1 AM EST
 
Or you could just cut and paste the rest....

Orders sent.

Last time I did! and I offered the cookie :p

I'm doing some superficial changes at this point the later parts I will be changing heavily, seeing as It doesn't fit.
 
Given that's coming from Bahri's player, I'm not going to trust it. I'll compromise on no story bonuses written after this point applying.

The Arkageisation Reforms (Note: North King, you did say no story penalties earlier)
Various speeches made in New Seshweay were seen as good opportunities by King Fencid. An extreme partisan of Arkage, he had been looking for an excuse to change things. He decided to create the new reforms to restore Arkage culture.

First, he used his historian's sketchy knowledge of history and destroyed all those ancestors from the pantheon he was told were Seshweay. Second, using the speeches as his excuse, he created a new Empire of Arkage, moving the capital back to Arkage itself. He promised in a new coronation oath to defeat Seshweay and Bahri, and protect Arkage from all threats.

He got lucky when an obscure scholar hit upon evidence to show that the Seshweay did not originally consider the Arkage to be human. Naturally, he delievered a copy direct to the Seshweay, and proclaimed it as reason all the more to fight the Seshweay.

Historical events of the past were proclaimed- glories of the Craknids (now exaggerated), the double-cross of the New Seshweay alliance with Tisesh after promising to let Jania restore the Sesh (proclaimed as reason why the Seid agreement was broken), cities were reanmed to Arkagefied name- Seid became Jarid, for example, and others.

The old traditions of the military academies were restored, attempts were made to reconstruct Arkage language, the slave system while ignored in propaganda was reconsructed in secret, and proclaimed that the Arkage would be triumphant.

Fencid was determined to win the war, and create an Arkage greater then it had ever been...
 
In the primordial beginning, there was only the earth, the sky, and the ocean. These entities’ did not even have any contact with one another and were just there suspended within their own realm. It was by far the most boring point in the worlds history as the only thing that had happened was… absolutely nothing.

Well, that’s almost the case in that, these bodies of nature, that were once wretched apart by the randomness of the omniscient began to merge and smash into each other. However, this process from which all life is derived from didn’t really end until the unthinkable happened.

The creation and the revolution that had happened was that the first gods and goddesses had been conceived in this empty and barren world. As the winds came, hovering and levitating over the lands above, making the dust swirl like a desert sand storm in full throttle. The seas bludgeoning, slamming and smashing into the seas around causing the laceration of the barren locations around.

From this, from all this chaos and mayhem that had defined the first stage of this planet came the trinity. The first goddess who had come into being from this unpredictability is the great shrew. She was defiantly not, the most attractive goddess to come to this world as a major player, but she is defiantly the most important of them. From her breath, and waste, came all of the other deities that come to control the world and its functions.

After the weeks, she arrived from the depths of nothingness and oblivion came the second most superior and important deity who was the cuccuburaa the strong. After he glided and hovered into this world, he was made in charge of all things that moves, or correlates with the air. He helped the process of creating and forming the world completely as he created the necessary means for all life dependent on light to live and exist.

The last goddess that had popped out of nothingness and swam into the watery abbsys was of course the supreme water goddess, crocodilia. She was put in charge, by both the other deities and the necessary need for someone to fill in this nitch. Therefore, when all of these deities had been created and had appeared from wherever they must have come, the world exploded with a massive explosion.

However, the earth did not even stop forming at this point. As these nations of the earth, water, and sky smashing, and mixed into the fault lines, the result was the explosions, implosions, eruptions, and conceptions that had never been around in the previous times of the past.
 
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