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Hail Divine Emperor!
Lurker's Comment: Indeed, I rather enjoy his stories; though I still think the refined culture of the elite is better than performing for the "rabble" 
BirdNES 2: Forge of Empires -- The Manonash
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Abaddon
Deity
To Vissarai
From Canton
What treachery is this? While we lick our wounds from early encounters with the enemy, you launch an attack against ourselves? So much for the growing love between our nations. If you withdraw your attack from our colony we will overlook matters and place the blame on the confusion of battle.
From Canton
What treachery is this? While we lick our wounds from early encounters with the enemy, you launch an attack against ourselves? So much for the growing love between our nations. If you withdraw your attack from our colony we will overlook matters and place the blame on the confusion of battle.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
OOC: You betrayed me, stop playing dumb
.To Cantonia
From Vissarai
We apologize only that we had developed this contingency since your first wretched settlers reached our shores. We demand 1 EP in reparations, or you will find your last little bastion of territory seized. As your colonies likely have lost all trade revenue, it may be wise to give the lands away before they languish and fail on their own.
To Xochs
From Vissarai
Sorry about that; we needed to ensure the Cantonians would attack us and believe our ploy as loyal allies. No hard feelings?
To Asmarth
From Vissarai
*Shakes fist* We will return. Someday. Vissar will see those mines returned to our rightful rule.
Abaddon
Deity
To Vissarai
From Cantonia
You have no proof our retreat was a rouse. We attacked with a force used to test the Xock's tactics and after being soundly beaten we the retreated with hope you would aid us in the attack. We knew from battles in the north our army was not suitably equipped to meet with the perceived enemy alone. Your backstabbing manoeuvre disappoints us. You will not bully us into losing our colony. It is self sufficient and we have made many plans for the eventuality of your treachery. Try and take it if you must, trust us it will cost us more than it is worth. Again, we request that you withdraw from the lands we took and we will sign to peace.
From Cantonia
You have no proof our retreat was a rouse. We attacked with a force used to test the Xock's tactics and after being soundly beaten we the retreated with hope you would aid us in the attack. We knew from battles in the north our army was not suitably equipped to meet with the perceived enemy alone. Your backstabbing manoeuvre disappoints us. You will not bully us into losing our colony. It is self sufficient and we have made many plans for the eventuality of your treachery. Try and take it if you must, trust us it will cost us more than it is worth. Again, we request that you withdraw from the lands we took and we will sign to peace.
Frozen In Ice
Emperor
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Human-Slaughter, can I have a response soon please? I need to get to writing my orders.
Abaddon
Deity
Orders Sent
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Same. Bring it on abaddypoo! Or get on AIM, that works too.
Or get on AIM, that works too.
Abaddon
Deity
I've still not even attacked you! You simply launched an attack on my troops while we waited to join the main attack with you
Abaddon
Deity
To King Olmau of the Kiidor
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
To Lano O'Keyal of the Tekashen
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
To Benkza Nokazth of the Razzak
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
To Solace III of the Gaznel
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
To Tsi Sung II & Liu Hong of the Liasou
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
We trust that you are happy with the extent both our nations have expanded? Our borders now meet and I hope we can both benefit from the trade this will generate. We have much interest in your Tin mines and hope that we may begin purchasing some of this valuable material? We also again invite you to compete in the Cantorian Games.
To Lano O'Keyal of the Tekashen
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
Greetings, we are interested in the designs allowing you to build enlarged ships, do you wish to formalise trade agreements as well as submit a team to the Games?
To Benkza Nokazth of the Razzak
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
Hail, I hope our peace may now be forever lasting. In hope of uniting our northern nations, I am to steer the nationial religion to a branch of Yiithism and a sign of goodwill we invite you to enter competitors within the Cantorian Games. Is this met with glee?
To Solace III of the Gaznel
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
We are very interested in your small war galleys, are you willing to teach us on their construction in exchange for something? We also wish to invite you to compete in the Cantorian Games.
To Tsi Sung II & Liu Hong of the Liasou
From Luggon Drumn of Cantonia
Greetings to Sung II and Liu Hong, our nations have had little contact, but I hope for this to change, we will be sending a diplomatic envoy shortly. Will you accept them? With time we may invite you to compete in the Cantorian Games.
Frozen In Ice
Emperor
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We are overjoyed to hear that you will attempt to convert to a branch of Yiithism. We shall also gladly join the Cantonian games.
human-slaughter
brand new year
We will send the mightiest of Teka's warriors to compete in the games.
Abaddon, you might send me a story about the games to include in the update.
Abaddon
Deity
Will do Birdy, expect it in a day or so.
Why, thanks Birdy. Although note that I can't write at all.
The Seafarer
From his palace in Ryntgrad, in the depths of the morning on 220 Dan Fynra Pax (In the Glorious Years; abbreviated D.F.P.), the undisputed leader of the grand peoples known as the Ryntjin, Ryntjin Lynjin Krako Vuryta awoke with a start. He groped for his mask in the night, his fingers dancing along the cold stone on the floor. He found it and placed it on his face, tying the primitive strap behind his back. Although technically he did not have to wear it, as he was alone in his room, it was tradition for the leader to, at every waking moment, wear the mask.
"You're always a leader," his father had told him. "So you never take that mask off except when sleeping. Some think it is acceptable to take it off among close friends. But we are the traditional and the proud. You must always be a leader of your people."
Krako sighed. His consort, Flur Vuryta, was probably out praying. She was the only one he knew who was devoted to Ryntnul.
"The gods, the goddesses!" she breathed. Her breath smelled pleasantly like mint. He would always smile and run his fingers across her cheek.
"Can't you see? You have to better yourself, constantly."
"Sure," he'd say, not really thinking about it. To Krako, the gods were fine to pay lip service to. He'd go to a temple daily, think a bit, feel slightly foolish with his head bent down thinking about how he'd move forward on the path of life, but his consort would be happy and that's what mattered. He'd be willing to bet that the rest of the island felt the same way. And he'd be right.
No, religion wasn't going to fill the gnawing void in Krako's life. He felt that none of the Rynt leaders as of late had accomplished anything. Phyp, the original, the great, the Binder. Draena, the first and only Ryntjin Lynjin who had defeated not one but two rebellions. How could he compete? It was a question that had bothered him for a while, and each panic attack in the night lasted longer and longer.
And then he thought of it. It was an epiphany of magnificent proportions. Better still, he could build off the Scientists of Rynt. He could build off the expanding education system. He could build off the Rynt's love for the waters. And he would be renowned. He would join the ranks of the greats of old. He would get a moniker, his name would reverberate across history, and best of all it'd do Rynt some good. It was too good to be true.
The next day, he quietly made the preparations.
"Go," he told Kraz. "Go and get me the leaders of every trade we have. I have a grand project."
When they were collectively assembled in the Grand Hall, Krako began.
"As you know, our ships are able to sail beyond the sight of land."
"Adversus solem ne loquitor." Ignoring the biting words, Krako pushed on.
"So we will begin a process that I will call for lack of a better word colonizing. We will find land to possess and call it our own. It will be our legacy. We will be the first to find land in the great Elsewhere.
"Construct me a grand fleet. Find me the best of the best. Find me Rynt's brightest, Rynt's strongest, Rynt's greatest, and let them participate in this grand project."
The months passed. Krako had devoted insubordinate amounts of money to this project. It was almost as if all of Rynt was dedicated toward making this task possible: although there was no way this was true. But it would not be exaggerating to say that most of Ryntgrad was involved in this project one way or the other.
At last the day came. The sun was shining brilliantly from its place in the sky. A nice, cooling sea breeze came in. The leader of the expedition, one Maw Krats, kneeled before Krako, as did the twenty-five soldiers and assorted mélange of colonizers behind him. The five priests flanked Krako, which was rather hard to do properly since there was an odd number, so Krako stepped back and allowed the priests to stand in front of him. One by one, the priests blessed the man and by association the crew. And then came the group blessing. The High Priest of Donn, who had dominion over creativity, had stayed up all night thinking of this clever blessing. Rest assured that it is far more melodious and creative and awe-inspiring in the native Ryntak; in English it loses 99% of its aesthetic value.
By the powers of the five,
They who rule on high,
We implore them this:
May your journey not go awry.
Maw stood up. Krako shook his hand using a strange gesture peculiar to the Rynt and uttered his now famous words.
"Come back with some conquered territory, or don't come back at all!"
The Seafarer
From his palace in Ryntgrad, in the depths of the morning on 220 Dan Fynra Pax (In the Glorious Years; abbreviated D.F.P.), the undisputed leader of the grand peoples known as the Ryntjin, Ryntjin Lynjin Krako Vuryta awoke with a start. He groped for his mask in the night, his fingers dancing along the cold stone on the floor. He found it and placed it on his face, tying the primitive strap behind his back. Although technically he did not have to wear it, as he was alone in his room, it was tradition for the leader to, at every waking moment, wear the mask.
"You're always a leader," his father had told him. "So you never take that mask off except when sleeping. Some think it is acceptable to take it off among close friends. But we are the traditional and the proud. You must always be a leader of your people."
Krako sighed. His consort, Flur Vuryta, was probably out praying. She was the only one he knew who was devoted to Ryntnul.
"The gods, the goddesses!" she breathed. Her breath smelled pleasantly like mint. He would always smile and run his fingers across her cheek.
"Can't you see? You have to better yourself, constantly."
"Sure," he'd say, not really thinking about it. To Krako, the gods were fine to pay lip service to. He'd go to a temple daily, think a bit, feel slightly foolish with his head bent down thinking about how he'd move forward on the path of life, but his consort would be happy and that's what mattered. He'd be willing to bet that the rest of the island felt the same way. And he'd be right.
No, religion wasn't going to fill the gnawing void in Krako's life. He felt that none of the Rynt leaders as of late had accomplished anything. Phyp, the original, the great, the Binder. Draena, the first and only Ryntjin Lynjin who had defeated not one but two rebellions. How could he compete? It was a question that had bothered him for a while, and each panic attack in the night lasted longer and longer.
And then he thought of it. It was an epiphany of magnificent proportions. Better still, he could build off the Scientists of Rynt. He could build off the expanding education system. He could build off the Rynt's love for the waters. And he would be renowned. He would join the ranks of the greats of old. He would get a moniker, his name would reverberate across history, and best of all it'd do Rynt some good. It was too good to be true.
The next day, he quietly made the preparations.
"Go," he told Kraz. "Go and get me the leaders of every trade we have. I have a grand project."
When they were collectively assembled in the Grand Hall, Krako began.
"As you know, our ships are able to sail beyond the sight of land."
"Adversus solem ne loquitor." Ignoring the biting words, Krako pushed on.
"So we will begin a process that I will call for lack of a better word colonizing. We will find land to possess and call it our own. It will be our legacy. We will be the first to find land in the great Elsewhere.
"Construct me a grand fleet. Find me the best of the best. Find me Rynt's brightest, Rynt's strongest, Rynt's greatest, and let them participate in this grand project."
The months passed. Krako had devoted insubordinate amounts of money to this project. It was almost as if all of Rynt was dedicated toward making this task possible: although there was no way this was true. But it would not be exaggerating to say that most of Ryntgrad was involved in this project one way or the other.
At last the day came. The sun was shining brilliantly from its place in the sky. A nice, cooling sea breeze came in. The leader of the expedition, one Maw Krats, kneeled before Krako, as did the twenty-five soldiers and assorted mélange of colonizers behind him. The five priests flanked Krako, which was rather hard to do properly since there was an odd number, so Krako stepped back and allowed the priests to stand in front of him. One by one, the priests blessed the man and by association the crew. And then came the group blessing. The High Priest of Donn, who had dominion over creativity, had stayed up all night thinking of this clever blessing. Rest assured that it is far more melodious and creative and awe-inspiring in the native Ryntak; in English it loses 99% of its aesthetic value.
By the powers of the five,
They who rule on high,
We implore them this:
May your journey not go awry.
Maw stood up. Krako shook his hand using a strange gesture peculiar to the Rynt and uttered his now famous words.
"Come back with some conquered territory, or don't come back at all!"
