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BirdNES 2: Forge of Empires -- The Manipur Coast

A reply from all three Ir'Charigiri
To: King Harald of the Striga


I am rather offended by your question, although I will over-look it as you are, apparently, ignorant of our system of government. I assume that you received messages from the other Ir'Charigiri; we are the three who rule the Bringiri people as one. All offers are open. However, another insult such as that I have received will not be tolerated.


OOC: They tend to get very offended when their authority is questioned. And, they ignore each other as much as possible. Hence the three messages but only one reply.

To: Bringiri Rulers
From: King Harald of Striga

Now you dare threaten me! over a simple misunderstanding, A King being threatened by a bunch of lowly goat-herders.
I will recieve no more messengers until you can treat your neighbours with the proper respect.

OOC: Kings tend to get offended when threatened.
 
To: Bringiri Rulers
From: King Harald of Striga

Now you dare threaten me! over a simple misunderstanding, A King being threatened by a bunch of lowly goat-herders.
I will recieve no more messengers until you can treat your neighbours with the proper respect.

To: King Harald of Striga
From: Shozu Selenarus, Ir'Charigiri of the Sun


I fail to see the threat. I stated simple fact: I will not tolerate another insult of this kind to Bringiri customs, Bringiri people, or Bringiri rulers, be you ignorant or no. As you can see, the other Ir'Charigiri have deferred to me in this matter so as to allow more direct communications. All offers are still open if you wish to repent from the path you are following.
 
To King Harald
From King Bork


Many apoligies dear Harald my aides misinformed me in pronouncation, I hope this does not strain our relationship.
As for the proposed borders... we gladly accept.

Please continue down for story.... Thank you. :D



King Bork let out a long heavy breath, his generals report constant raids from his southern border, he looked at a crude drawing of the border and found out that the nation of Striga resides to his south. He whistled and a messenger jumped up and ran foward, I have a message I want delivered to Striga, "It has recently come to my attention that we have touched borders and that raids are commonplace there. Therefore I propose that we draw up final and established borders between us. My messenger shall recieve your answer and report back to me." King Bork waved the messenger off and he scampered off to prepare for his trip south. King Bork then turned to his chief merchant and asked, "Have you done trade in Striga?" When the merchant nodded the king continued, "Who is the king and what their economic stability like? Basically all I am asking is, are they good trading partners?"
The Chief Merchant, called by his fellow traders as Virulus, thought long before he answered, "Sir, the king is called Harold and they appear to be a bit weak economically, but so are we sir. Give them time, they have the power to become a great trading nation."
King Bork smiled, "Fantastic, you may depart my good sir." The Merchant bowed and left.

Several hours later a worn and tired messenger approached the palace.
"Halt, who goes there?!" Shouted the palace guards.
"It is I, the lowly messenger with a message for the king from Striga."
"You may enter."
The messenger trudged foward, head drooping and legs struggling to move in front of the other, finally he navigated the long stairs and stood before the king.
"Sir, King Harald is pleased to make your acquaitence and proposes that our borders are set like this...." The messenger hands King Bork a rough map, "He awaits your response."
King Bork studies the map and determines it to be good and called for a new messenger to deliver the approval. Then he sat back and remembered that the merchant said, 'Harold, not Harald' yet the messenger reffered him to 'Harald not Harold' he stopped his new messenger and asked him to get his real name. The messenger saluted and took off.
 
To King Harald
From King Bork


Many apoligies dear Harald my aides misinformed me in pronouncation, I hope this does not strain our relationship.
As for the proposed borders... we gladly accept.

I will update my map.
 
EDIT NVM! 10 char
 
To: King Harald of Striga
From: Shozu Selenarus, Ir'Charigiri of the Sun


I fail to see the threat. I stated simple fact: I will not tolerate another insult of this kind to Bringiri customs, Bringiri people, or Bringiri rulers, be you ignorant or no. As you can see, the other Ir'Charigiri have deferred to me in this matter so as to allow more direct communications. All offers are still open if you wish to repent from the path you are following.

To Shozu Selenarus, Ir'Charigiri of the Sun
From: King Harald of Striga


Dealing with one is much simpler.
I believe it would be a good idea for or greatest minds to confer with one another, like you suggested earlier, it will surely help to avoid any future cultural misunderstandings.
As for trade I'm sure if their is money to be made the merchants will seek it out.
If the Barbarians become a large enough to threaten your lands then you can count on my aid.
 
To Shozu Selenarus, Ir'Charigiri of the Sun
From: King Harald of Striga

Dealing with one is much simpler.
I believe it would be a good idea for or greatest minds to confer with one another, like you suggested earlier, it will surely help to avoid any future cultural misunderstandings.
As for trade I'm sure if their is money to be made the merchants will seek it out.
If the Barbarians become a large enough to threaten your lands then you can count on my aid.

To: King Harald
From:Shozu Selenarus, Ir'Charigiri of the Sun


This is good and beneficial for all. We look forward to a great lineage of peace and power for both our peoples.
 
Apologies for my disappearance. For a variety of reasons I've been extraordinarily busy for the last week. Very nice update, of course. Unfortunately, I find myself oddly lacking in both ideas and, still more strangely, enthusiasm for the Sweordwera. I think it's probably best for me to withdraw and let someone else take my spot.
 
I will. Are you sure you cannot send me goals and spending at least?

And I offered Perfectionist's place to a propagandist and am waiting for a reply.
 
I can, but they won't be thoughtful, or whatever (not that last one was either). I don't want to blow of this NES with crappy orders, so yeah. Just base it on my previous one.
 
Stats for A propagandist:

/A Propagandist - Manipur
Ruler/Heir: /
Leadership/Stability/Culture: 0/0/ 1
Available Spending: Economy/Treasury: 1/7 (you get 5/7 this turn)
Population/Area/Diversity: 1/1/1
Domestic Economy/Trade/National Upkeep: 2/0/0 Growing
Confidence/Corruption: 29%/40%
EC/TC/RC: 0/0/0
Maps & Charts: ,,,,,,,,,,,,, = None*
Religion/Fanaticism Level: Pagan: 0 / 0
Significant natural resources: 0 (none)
Policies Permitted: 0
Indexed Army/Navy Value: 1/0
UU: 0/0
Army: 1000-I, 0-M, no -aUU (1400-max)
Navy: 0-W, 0-T, 0-nUU
Projects: No
Army Costs: 1 EP buys: 1200-I, 200-M, 200-aUU
Navy Costs: 1 EP buys: 10-W, 5-T, 10-nUU
Technology: Minimally trained and lightly armored spearmen and archers; copper weapons; horse drawn chariots for mounted.

*All the commas are an artifact of a new automated process that looks up what trade routes you have and puts them in the stats. As trade routes show up they will be separated by commas.
 
Bits of Iskan Poetry

Rowing forth against the tides,
Riding on through windy plain -
Not to break the bonds of fate,
But to live it as we wait.

Doomed we are, deny we can't,
Death - an end we all must face,
No man 'scapes the ghastly chill,1
Though they stay through strength of will.

Life is not the only loss,
In the end the world itself
Shall be touched and wounded here2
By the Red Man's3 bloody spear.4

Through Time all are damned to fall,
Time, the Breaker, Time, the Sharp,
Time, the Bladed, Time, the Sword,
Time, the undoer of lords.

[...]

Generally pessimistic for the rest of the poem. But, there is a catch:

Great Man, greatest Man, Oh Man,
None may parallel thy height,
Great, so great, that even doom,
Cannot dent thy noble soul.


1 The fear of death, rather than death itself.
2 The Iskan believe that though the divine and the demonic sometimes intervene in mortal affairs, they also believe that those live in differnet planes of existence.
3 The "Grim Reaper" is a faceless man in a bloody cloak in Iskan belief.
4 And the "reaper" uses a spear, but when mass deaths become common this could upgrade into an axe.
* Birdjaguar is notorious for poems, I believe -- I hope my averagey work doesn't get net me bad points.
 
111

Shozu was crying over the bodies of Diringos and Lizera. He knew he should follow them, for he felt something in his very soul cry out for his own death. As it was, Diringos had followed the siren call of his own soul to the grave.

But Shozu had something to finish: negotiations with King Harald had yet to be completed, and there were those among the lesser Charigiri that he could not trust. Besides, the other's had deferred to him in this matter, a deference of the highest magnitude.

He found one of those at his court fluent in the Strigan language, a young Charigiri short-named Sharahentii. He gave him a message, explaining that the other's had deferred to him in this matter, that it was important that the Bringiri and Strigan peoples share common grounds. The rest of the message detailed how he who carried the message was a valued member of Bringiri society, to be kept their as ambassador and translator but not harmed.

It was more his fear of Shirohotep's Charigiri, Sharahentii's father, than anything else that motivated the last part of this letter. However sneaky and underhanded it was, though, he was sure that it would thwart that particular enemy's schemes and ingratiate the Ir'Charigiri to King Harald. It would all work out, he was sure of it...

Shozu Selenarus II lived only long enough to get a response to his letter. He then followed the other Three to the grave so as to renew their pledge to the Giri and come forth enlightened with new purpose.

114

The Council was visiting another village, one that had been pillaged by one of the competing bandit factions of the Triiumiho Mountains. Sharahentii was aghast at the still smoking ruins, but still more important was the Tree; it was untouched, and the bodies of the slain villagers were placed reverently beneath it.

To Sharahentii, this was still a new experience. He had returned recently from another minor diplomatic mission at the Strigan court. Something he did not quite understand; he had been taken as a translator, as was usually the case.

From what little he understood from his few experiences with this sort of brutal pillaging, this was the work of Shozu's Bandits, a fanatically Girist group of bandits that believed they were carrying out the will of the Second Shozu. What an absurd thought!The young Third Shozu had been brought along and, although only two, he seemed to understand better than anyone what had happened, for he only was crying.

This was touching to Sharahentii, who had been the young Shozu's caretaker for as long as he could remember. It had been he who had taken him from his mother and father to be raised in the Palace at Shirohotep. He was like a son to Sharahentii in the same way Sharahentii had been like a son to the Second Shozu.

This is one of many, many cases of banditry in this time period of Bringiri history. Although Shozu's Bandits were by far the strongest group, there were a number of large competing factions that raided the towns in the foothills of Triiumiho.

119

"...as for your father, Sharahentii, I want him killed. You shall take his place as the Charigiri of Shirohotep." At this, Sharahentii's eyes glazed and his mouth frowned. He had never wanted this from Shozu...

"What is wrong Sharahentii? I have always wished to give you something for your years of labor in my service; this is a just reward for you and your traitorous father." Sharahentii nodded. He still did not want it.

"On to the next order of business, then. I wish to see all of our messengers here after this meeting is adjourned. I will send them to all the Charigiri of the land; I need an oath of fealty from them all, so as to renew the power of the Ir'Charigiri!"

"The bandits also pose a problem. However, I see a solution in the Shozu Bandits. They believe themselves to be performing my work. Obviously, this gives me power over their actions. I shall turn them against their fellow bandits while offering incentives and protection to those willing to settle the Triiumiho. That should fix the problem." Shozu paused then for a long time.

"The meeting is adjourned. I wish to see the messengers in a short while. For now, you are all dismissed, except for you, Sharahentii. I have another task for you." The various Urin'Charigiri rose quickly and left. Sharahentii approached Shozu's throne, dreading what was to come next.

"I want you to kill your father, Sharahentii. I want you to do it, not anyone else. Just you."

"I understand, Shozu."

Sharahentii kills his father and becomes the Charigiri of Shirohotep. Shozu's various policies in relation to the bandits and the Charigiri strengthen his control over Bringiri and eliminate the bandit problem.

123

"Come and see, Sharahentii! I have completed the greatest of my works." Sharahentii knew the shout of Shozu, his master. He knew also the insane cruelty of his master's whip in every word.

"I will come, and I will see, Shozu," he replied, rising from his chair and walking slowly towards Shozu's workroom, that secret hope rising, but then falling with every step he took.

He soon entered Shozu's room and he knew at once that what had been done was important; he could feel madness radiating from Shozu, the same sort that he had felt when Shozu had claimed the throne, and when he had reorted the death of his father.

"I have figured a way to prevent treason, Sharahentii, an idea borrowed from one of Striga's philosophers; it is called hierarchical bureaucracy! Rather than just three layers in each of three chains of command, I have formulated a great chart that maps every Charigiri's position, his duties, who his superiors are, and who his inferiors are. And all will be appointed with the help of the three Ir'Charigiri. Can't you see that this will give us ultimate power over the fate of government withing Bringiri?" At this, Sharahentii cringed and started to speak slowly in an attempt to keep his opposition hidden.

"If only I could see it, Shozu! It must be brilliant, I can feel you in your creative mood, as you were when I lost my sight to your beauteous rage. Control is what must be provided a government, control to the Three who deserve it and to the city of our faith, Shirohotep."

"I am glad that you like it, Sharahentii. It is now time to implement it, for the good of all. Prepare the messengers as you have so many times, Sharahentii. I will prepare a copy of this list for each, to be sent to those Charigiri of import outside Shirohotep and Iilwarantsa." Shozu seemed in an odd sort of fever, even greater than the last.

"As you command, Shozu," replied Sharahentii, wilting at yet another unreasonable demand on Shozu's messengers. He left quicker than he came, not wanting to risk his master's impatience.

The List was successful and implemented by all three Ir'Charigiri. It did, in effect, place an enormous amount of power to determine the destiny of Girism and Bringiri in the hands of the Three.

160

Shozu was visiting the sick-bed of Gairinos. Sharahentii had no idea why, they were supposed to keep away from each other. Sharahentii knew that for sure after such a long life. He would be back soon, though. It was time now to make sure that Shozu did what he needed him to do...

Shozu entered the room, swaggering even with the stoop he had developed in his old age. His eyes were no different, however, and he glared at Sharahentii as he came in.

"Is that you, Shozu? I can no longer tell, I have not seen you in such a while," said Sharahentii.

"Indeed it is. What do you want, Charigiri?" said Shozu, his voice full of the bitterness that pervaded his life and his thoughts.

"I know you are poisoning Gairinos, Shozu. Why? Is your desire to end your own life so great that you would kill another to do so?" asked Sharahentii.

"I see...so you are here to get me to do something are you? Well, I suppose I must," said Shozu, "What is it that you want?"

"I wish to be he who chooses the next Shozu, Brilliant One. It is important to me, for you have been a kind and generous master. I need to know him again upon the death of Gairinos." Shozu laughed. He didn't stop for some time.

"I need you to see something of mine, first. It guarantees my rule after death! It will force you to continue doing what I say, even after I die. How do you like that, Charigiri?" At this, Shozu, brought forth a scroll, signed by him. "There are many like it posted throughout the city. You cannot deny me my rights, Sharahentii!"

"And I shall not, Shozu. All I wish is to choose the next Shozu," said Sharahentii.

"Fine. You may have your wish, as the last gift of a dying man to his oldest advisor." At this, Sharahentii smiled and left the room before Shozu could say anything more.

Shozu III's decree eliminated the possibility of the Charigiri Council usurping power when he died. He made clear his wishes for the nation to the people, and the Council's actions would be judged by these. His precedent was to be followed by the others of the Third Three and every Three afterwards.

163

"Diringos Gairini is dead!" At this proclamation by the doctor, Sharahentii signaled to the guards. The unsheathed their swords and ran through the other Ir'Charigiri.

"Remember, you of my servants who help me shall be rewarded. Now it is time to procliam one death and two suicides." Sharahentii rose with a gladness and quickness to his step that none had seen for many a year. The two guards and the doctor followed him to address the crowd outside the Palace.

"The Ir'Charigiri are dead. Gairinos died, and the others have followed him, as is their duty! Now, bring forth babies for consideration!" At this, many women moved forward with babies of all types, some obviously too old to even be considered. Sharahentii saw them all, and eventually chose the most mild of the children to be the next Shozu, one who did not cry when he was threatened, and one who smiled when he was given a book.

"Now the tyranny is at an end. You shall be the next Shozu, little one, and all the people shall rejoice at hearing your name. Glory be to the Shining Lord." At this, Sharahentii drank the cup he had prepared and died quickly and peacefully in his vision of the future.

In the history books, Sharahentii was to go down as the most fanatically loyal of any Urin'Charigiri. He supported Shozu's every decision, chose his successor, and then killed himself in grief shortly after his death. In reality, he hated Shozu with every bone in his body and killed himself in the hope that someone better suited might partake in the raising of the next Shozu.

As it was, Shozu IV was raised by a scholar who taught him to love books and delight in poetry. Sharahentii achieved his goal, ending the reign of Shozu III and beginning one much less eventful.
 
* Birdjaguar is notorious for poems, I believe -- I hope my averagey work doesn't get net me bad points.
My rhyming verses scarely count as poetry, but I thank you for yours. :)

211

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219
etc. IIRC, for the current update, the years run 101-200; are you getting ahead of yourself or should I subtrack 100 from each? Nice events though.
 
etc. IIRC, for the current update, the years run 101-200; are you getting ahead of yourself or should I subtrack 100 from each? Nice events though.

Oops! Wrong century. Stupid mistake of me to make. :lol: I made it in my orders to, so scale everything back 100 years if you can, okay?
 
Not a problem.
 
More Events in Bringiri History

170

The young Shozu peered over the books he was reviewing, almost seeming to hide behind them. He glanced at one more column, yawned lazily, and began to address the Charigiri Council.

"It seems you have have carried out my wishes to the best of your ability," said Shozu, "Although my newfound knowledge has gifted me with goals beyond those listed here, I shall allow you to go about business as normal until I discover how to fix it. You are dismissed." At this, Shozu rose and waved a hand. The Urin'Charigiri scampered out of the room.

"Well, that went well. Now back to my books..."

Shozu beings a withdrawal to his books; the Urins start to shake off their habitual fear of Shozu and the other Ir'Charigiri as they see he has come back in a much more mild incarnation than his last one. Gairinos, on the other hand, begins breaking protocol and soaking up the funds of the lackluster Shozu regime...

173

Gairinos was pleased. His wishes had been carried out in his absence to the letter, each of his Urin'Charigiri performing at a top level. He was obviously a good judge of ability; but now was the time for him to rule once again. He had new ideas, better ones too.

"I have called you, my Urin, here to present a new policy, one of trade. The Enhalii River is ripe for domination. It extends throughout Striga and into uncharted southern territory; this makes it the perfect candidate for an excess of trade." His Urin'Charigiri nodded, but were afraid to speak. A habit of fear had surrounded the Urins since the time of the Third Shozu, one which he intended to break.

"As you know, Shozu is attending more and more to his books and less to the affairs of the state. Lizera is near as bad, although it is her job to do so, not Shozu's. We must act vigorously to counteract this government slouching." The Urin'Charigiri were shocked at this immense break of protocol; it was unheard of for one Ir'Charigiri to speak of the others, let alone to criticize their activities. The Urin'Charigiri started to talk, every one of them. Gairinos let them continue to simmer for a minute, and then raised a hand in preparation of his main speech.

"It is important now that we remain calm. I know it is unlike me to criticize my fellows. However, you must admit they are doing a poor job of it! The government is beginning to fail as it did in the middle of the Second Three. This makes it our top priority to cover the missing aspects of my fellows, as well as to dominate our neighbors in case of external strife.

"As to how we shall do this, as I stated before, the answer lies in the Enhalii River. It runs through all of Striga, and economic dominance of that River will allow us to garner access to all the various markets within Striga. If we make them reliant on us, their King will be incapable of action. This should make us safe in our position for many years to come."

At this, Gairinos cut his speech short and ran off, for he had heard their was yet another envoy from the southern expansion bearing new maps and artifacts from the strange, uncivilized peoples in the south.

Gairinos IV was rude, obnoxious, headstrong and, above all, an exceptional leader when it came to economics and foreign policy. Although the tradition had been for Shozu to handle foreign policy, the Fourth Shozu cared more about his books than his power; as such, Gairinos took over the foreign policy area, unofficially absorbing the entire Urin related to it. Shozu took no notice.

176

"Tell me, you are Sharahentii's son, correct? The important one, that is?" Shozu asked the young man. He may be the lead he was looking for, something to fill in the gaps in his book. It was lucky that the others had found him, otherwise he may have been stuck in a rut forever.

"I am. I can tell you about Sharahentii's late life, if that is what you desire, Shozu."

"It is. Please, tell me everything you know, no matter how trivial."

The young man spoke at great lengths about Sharahentii's faithfulness to Shozu III, his devotion, and how he had chosen the Fourth Shozu and killed himself in grief. All the while Shozu took notes, interjecting questions every now and again.

It took the better part of a day to take from his son all that he knew about Sharahentii, Once Urin'Charigiri and Charigiri of Shirohotep. He returned to his chambers and summoned one of Gairinos Urins to discuss a new project for them to work on...

"I have finished research for my book, Charigiri. And it will be a wonderful masterpiece, titled The Chronicles of Sharahentii, and tells the tale of his rise to prominence and his devotion to Shozu III, whom he treated as a son. What little information I could not directly discover about his life is filled in with bits and pieces, both fabricated and contrived, so as to make the book tell a seamless story rather than nothing but another dry history treatise.

"It has, however, come to my attention that their is no worthy place to house this book. No libraries, no universities of any note; oh, there are the village scholars and the small wing for various religious works here in the Palace, but I need a place of great learning to store this book.

"This is where you come in. I wish to build a permanent temple around the First Tree to enshrine the Words of the Gods, as well as copies of every manuscript that has yet been written by the Charigiri, be they treatises on religion, history, or fantastical stories contrived from thin air.

"It matters little to me how you construct it so long as it is beautiful and wondrous to behold. And I shall gather the learned Charigiri from all over the realm to come and teach, for their shall they be among those who most understand them. Teach, that is, those of us who deserve to learn. It is important that not to many learn to read, for reading dilutes the power of the proper names, slowly erasing the value of the text. This is well known among those of us who study such things.

"You have at your disposal any amount of money and materials you wish. However, be careful not to make it to large or it will attract the attention of your master. You are dismissed pending your first design submissions." Shozu waved his hand and the Urin stood and left.

The records of this particular meeting show two things. Firstly, greater cooperation and awareness of the other Ir'Charigiri is developing at this time, allowing, as in this instance, for one Ir'Charigiri to temporary borrow the services of another's Urin.

The second revelation from the record is current thought about reading and writing at that time, which was that most people should not do it; as not all people can write a masterpiece, not all people are fit to read one, either. Those chosen by the Giri, i.e. the Charigiri, were the only ones allowed to read or write.


The Chronicles of Sharahentii

A text that can be compared to the modern novel, it is based on a real person, Sharahentii. While it was recently revealed that he was not as he seems from this record, the Chronicles paint him as a loyal, pious, and wise man.

Whenever possible, Shozu used Sharahentii's actual words and actions so as to depict him accurately; however, he was missing a critical piece of information: his thoughts. The recent discovery of Sharahentii's journal portrayed the bitter man he really was, as well as his brutal betrayal of Shozu III.

Beyond the historical inaccuracy of the work, it is most well known for its beautiful writing and the ways in which it filled the gaps between actual historical accounts. These fillers contained side plots contrived entirely by Shozu IV, and revolved more around the Urins of his day then those of Shozu III.

These, among other things, contributed to moder Bringiri claims of this being the worlds first novel. While highly contested by other cultures, it is without a doubt both the first novel written by any Bringiri and the first fictitious work to originate from the Bringiri culture.
 
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