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End of Empires - N3S III
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North King
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And this post as well!
This doesn't mean I'll get it done much faster than normal (though I hope to get it finished before Wednesday), I just saw the opportunity.
This doesn't mean I'll get it done much faster than normal (though I hope to get it finished before Wednesday), I just saw the opportunity.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Orders have been sent.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
A Quick Introduction to Bhehinar.
*Note: The maps were not mod approved, so I could be wrong
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Spoiler :
and when present denotes that the character is pronounced independently of its followers, thus allowing “Seh-r”. The final strong vowel, {Ö}, is found in the conjugation of verbs and in adjectives. Unlike the character { Ë}, the {Ö} serves two functions depending upon its location within a word. In most adjectives, such as cönl, cool, it comes as the first vowel and breaks the word as does {Ë}, allowing “coe-nl”. When the {Ö} falls as the second vowel or less, it performs the opposite and places the weight upon the remaining sound; for example while the the verb Jagös, is pronounced “Jah-GOES”, one of its forms, the present third, is jagos and is pronounced “JAH-goes”*Note: The maps were not mod approved, so I could be wrong
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Vertinari118
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Now Slavic ASAP.
Cuivienen
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You're already late.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Ordrs sent.
(Undermining a fellow (enemy) empire! yeah!)
(Undermining a fellow (enemy) empire! yeah!)
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
The dome of the Sapphire City can be seen for miles. But that is not our concern. Nor are the rising walls of the great triangular citadel that men have taken to calling the Ark, for its' prow-like tower, pointing down the river toward Seis like the raised spear of a warrior. Nor is the great hexagonal arena, or the vast slave markets, packed with buyers and sellers alike. In fact, Magha is not our concern...but what lies below Magha is.
For countless thousands of years, the Sesh and the Jafa have carved deep gouges in the land, like a plow pulled by thousands of giant oxen. Before they open out into the lowlands near Tisesh, the rivers are still powerful with mountain runoff, but too wide to cross. And they have carved the Red Cliffs of Bahra.
Silver fish dart through the waters, daring the languid crocodiles to come closer. After a brief swell of reeds, the stony shore gives way to the cliffs, a harsh red stone, almost as if all the blood spilt in the Sesh had flowed here and collected, staining the earth for all time. There are places where the cliffs grow low, allowing spring floods from the Two Rivers to water the fertile plain between. But at Magha, where the white Jafa and blue Sesh are joined, these cliffs are at their highest. The city itself is a triangle, narrowing as the space between the rivers narrows, high above the rushing waters.
These red cliffs defied even the Silver Prince, whose scouts reported that no mass of horse could ever cross such a diffcult waterway, unless Taleldil himself could lift them through the air or build a bridge from the winds. Atraxes was forced to move his armies far upstream, fording the icy headwaters of the Sesh where a light coverlet of snow coated the ground, in order to storm down on the Bahran royal city as he had planned.
This city has now been a Satar place for several generations, but it was the wandering Ardavani ascetics who viewed the red cliffs as something more than the minor diversion or troubling nuisance that they were for the locals. Oracles and acolytes of Ardavan alike were both drawn to and repelled from the city: Drawn because the Redeemer was there, and repelled because of the noise and chaos of the place.
The red cliffs were a perfect solution. And so began the great tradition of oracular cliff-temples, which would last for many years.
Ardavan is a religion based on discipline and martial prowess. The mind and body are dual weapons to be honed, for the battles in this life and the tests of the next. So many Ardavani seek isolation for just that reason: To train their bodies and minds, outside influences must be purged.
So, as the great building of the monuments of Magha went on above, a quieter process continued below on the cliffs. Men were lowered down on ropes and slings, and before long wooden platforms were improvised. The discovery of the pulley from a passing Seshweay servant greatly improved matters. The quiet clink of chisels went on, day and night, as the cliffs were shaped and honed. Within some years, the first platforms had been carved out of the red stone.
The first few were simple surfaces carved into the cliffs, with the overhanging rock of the cliff above forming a low ceiling for what was really a small, box-like cave. After a minor collapse, a strict order from the Redeemer forbade the oracles from burrowing too deep into the cliff side. So, the oracles wandered. They searched for lightweight building materials of reeds and wood. And the construction continued, building out from the cliffs as opposed to into them.
Their homes were small niches inside the cliffs, with a small training circle for pre-dawn exercises in the dark within the earth. Then, the oracles of Magha left their tunnels, and wandered out into the maze of wooden platforms, stone walkways, rope bridges, and shrines that lined the cliffs, poking out into thin air above the rushing rivers. They made their dawn chants to Taleldil, practiced forms of agility and concentration, and joined their brothers in combat on the great platforms buttressed by mighty beams of wood from the mountain forests, that could hold twenty men or more.
While the cliff-temples became more beautiful and intricate as time went on, with reliefs from the Kaphai-Avai and images of Taleldil carved from the red stone, and shining, polished hardwood replacing the ramshackle boards of the first few shrines, the cliffs would be impossible to cross by any but an Ardavani or an exceptionally talented commoner. More than one acolyte fell to his death, countless feet below, for a momentary lapse in concentration on the morning walk to training.
It was on these cliffs that the Ardai were born.
For countless thousands of years, the Sesh and the Jafa have carved deep gouges in the land, like a plow pulled by thousands of giant oxen. Before they open out into the lowlands near Tisesh, the rivers are still powerful with mountain runoff, but too wide to cross. And they have carved the Red Cliffs of Bahra.
Silver fish dart through the waters, daring the languid crocodiles to come closer. After a brief swell of reeds, the stony shore gives way to the cliffs, a harsh red stone, almost as if all the blood spilt in the Sesh had flowed here and collected, staining the earth for all time. There are places where the cliffs grow low, allowing spring floods from the Two Rivers to water the fertile plain between. But at Magha, where the white Jafa and blue Sesh are joined, these cliffs are at their highest. The city itself is a triangle, narrowing as the space between the rivers narrows, high above the rushing waters.
These red cliffs defied even the Silver Prince, whose scouts reported that no mass of horse could ever cross such a diffcult waterway, unless Taleldil himself could lift them through the air or build a bridge from the winds. Atraxes was forced to move his armies far upstream, fording the icy headwaters of the Sesh where a light coverlet of snow coated the ground, in order to storm down on the Bahran royal city as he had planned.
This city has now been a Satar place for several generations, but it was the wandering Ardavani ascetics who viewed the red cliffs as something more than the minor diversion or troubling nuisance that they were for the locals. Oracles and acolytes of Ardavan alike were both drawn to and repelled from the city: Drawn because the Redeemer was there, and repelled because of the noise and chaos of the place.
The red cliffs were a perfect solution. And so began the great tradition of oracular cliff-temples, which would last for many years.
Ardavan is a religion based on discipline and martial prowess. The mind and body are dual weapons to be honed, for the battles in this life and the tests of the next. So many Ardavani seek isolation for just that reason: To train their bodies and minds, outside influences must be purged.
So, as the great building of the monuments of Magha went on above, a quieter process continued below on the cliffs. Men were lowered down on ropes and slings, and before long wooden platforms were improvised. The discovery of the pulley from a passing Seshweay servant greatly improved matters. The quiet clink of chisels went on, day and night, as the cliffs were shaped and honed. Within some years, the first platforms had been carved out of the red stone.
The first few were simple surfaces carved into the cliffs, with the overhanging rock of the cliff above forming a low ceiling for what was really a small, box-like cave. After a minor collapse, a strict order from the Redeemer forbade the oracles from burrowing too deep into the cliff side. So, the oracles wandered. They searched for lightweight building materials of reeds and wood. And the construction continued, building out from the cliffs as opposed to into them.
Their homes were small niches inside the cliffs, with a small training circle for pre-dawn exercises in the dark within the earth. Then, the oracles of Magha left their tunnels, and wandered out into the maze of wooden platforms, stone walkways, rope bridges, and shrines that lined the cliffs, poking out into thin air above the rushing rivers. They made their dawn chants to Taleldil, practiced forms of agility and concentration, and joined their brothers in combat on the great platforms buttressed by mighty beams of wood from the mountain forests, that could hold twenty men or more.
While the cliff-temples became more beautiful and intricate as time went on, with reliefs from the Kaphai-Avai and images of Taleldil carved from the red stone, and shining, polished hardwood replacing the ramshackle boards of the first few shrines, the cliffs would be impossible to cross by any but an Ardavani or an exceptionally talented commoner. More than one acolyte fell to his death, countless feet below, for a momentary lapse in concentration on the morning walk to training.
It was on these cliffs that the Ardai were born.
History of Palmyra's Buildings.
The cities, villages, and towns of Palmyra have distinct building styles based on when it was built and who did so. They often were created by whatever material is at hand. In fact, it's possible to see that one building of one style can be m=next to another one with an entirely different one. It can also reflect who or what group of people live in the area.
The most ancient and the wealthiest style of buildings is the Walloong Mootoo which means cold stone which comes from the cool feeling when touched. It's made out a mixture of marble and clay which often has to come from far away areas to be built. It's home to the wealthy and or a place of religious significance. In addition the main government offices and administration are often housed within these buildings.
But the religious sites and shrines are similar to the Walloong Mootoo but depending where they are they can be much more ornate inside the building.
In the most important shrines the inside is often painted with rare dyes and covered in frescos of religious significance. In addition the most important ones often have not just Walloong Mootoo but also have a rare blue stone that's thought to be from a meteorite that had crashed into remote area of Palmyra in the very distant and remote past.
The interior of the buildings can very from shrine to temple often depending on what is around but also the importance of the religious site.
The cities, villages, and towns of Palmyra have distinct building styles based on when it was built and who did so. They often were created by whatever material is at hand. In fact, it's possible to see that one building of one style can be m=next to another one with an entirely different one. It can also reflect who or what group of people live in the area.
The most ancient and the wealthiest style of buildings is the Walloong Mootoo which means cold stone which comes from the cool feeling when touched. It's made out a mixture of marble and clay which often has to come from far away areas to be built. It's home to the wealthy and or a place of religious significance. In addition the main government offices and administration are often housed within these buildings.
But the religious sites and shrines are similar to the Walloong Mootoo but depending where they are they can be much more ornate inside the building.
In the most important shrines the inside is often painted with rare dyes and covered in frescos of religious significance. In addition the most important ones often have not just Walloong Mootoo but also have a rare blue stone that's thought to be from a meteorite that had crashed into remote area of Palmyra in the very distant and remote past.
The interior of the buildings can very from shrine to temple often depending on what is around but also the importance of the religious site.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
The fleets of the Trilui sail.
To where do they sail?
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
They Sail through Treha of course! 
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Why is everyone so paranoid.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
Backstabbing, conspiracies, general chaos.
This is the most important update NK said. That should indicate that big things are going down.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Have I mentioned how glad that I am about being up here in the calm north
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Against Opulensi of course, isnt it quite obvious?
