Whoa, that was a big omission. That's what comes of running half the NES on paper and half of it on the computer. Fixed.
What in God's name...?
DaNES II: When the Stars Fall
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Espoir
Warlord
To the Areians
Surrender Khorasan and we'll make peace.
Surrender Khorasan and we'll make peace.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Wonderfu update Dachs.
Kraznaya
Princeps
OOC: Ayo Dachs why are you giving the emperors personal names with the dynastic name as the family name that never happened in OTL. Also I was pretty clear on what I named my guy
From: The High Chancellor of Wu Chao, Sun Zheng, on behalf of His Majesty Son of Heaven Yang Yunfen
To: Soga Umako of the Riben Zhou
We are very much pleased with your visit, but we would like you to find and report the source of whatever pirate raid afflicted you for the good of security and harmony in all the region.
From: The High Chancellor of Wu Chao, Sun Zheng, on behalf of His Majesty Son of Heaven Yang Yunfen
To: Soga Umako of the Riben Zhou
We are very much pleased with your visit, but we would like you to find and report the source of whatever pirate raid afflicted you for the good of security and harmony in all the region.
Shadowbound
Incorrugible
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Dude, how much will it cost to improve my military quality?
Cynovolans
Not in my dimension.
Great update, Dachs.
From: Chaonia
To: Aorsi
CC: Panormos
You have seen our ships sack your Patikapatta, and our treasuries are now filled with Aorsi loot. Unless you enjoy seeing your lands being plundered and raided, then pay reparations for your former raids on our lands, and vow that your cavalry will never step foot in Chaonia or Panormos again.
From: Chaonia
To: Aorsi
CC: Panormos
You have seen our ships sack your Patikapatta, and our treasuries are now filled with Aorsi loot. Unless you enjoy seeing your lands being plundered and raided, then pay reparations for your former raids on our lands, and vow that your cavalry will never step foot in Chaonia or Panormos again.
Arkadios the Basileus, our great lord,
A wise and noble ruler,
Just and merciful to his friend and allies;
Ruthless and unforgiving to his enemies;
Brilliant and ambitious;
Young and energetic;
Basileus Arakdios was in Hekatompylos;
The great city of marble and wonder,
He reclined in his great throne,
And indulges in wine, women, song, and hookah in great quantities;
For he is a young ruler,
And like all young men prone to dalliance.
A messenger reaches his court,
“Hear, lords the misfortune that has befallen us;
Nikandros the vile, incestuous and depraved Basileus of the Seleukids;
Has marched with his army into our fair land,
He has come to this country to destroy us.
In the North come a great horde of barbarian,
Lead by Ardashir who is not a mere man;
Born to a vile union of a jackal and a whore;
He is half-man, half-beast,
He drinks the blood of his enemies in skulls;
He seeks nothing but plunder,
He comes upon us with an army of beasts,
In alliance with the lecherous Basileus of the Seleukids;
What shall we do my lord?”
Upon the messengers words the court falls silent;
Great Arkadios in his throne stared at the messanger,
A flagon of wine in his hand,
He remained silent and the court feared that he had lost his nerve;
But they were mistaken for Achoura Maznta is Just and Mighty,
Arkadios raises his eyes to heaven and gave prayer to Achoura Maznta;
The Creator of all Good and draws strength from Him;
Through Him all things are possible;
Arkadios speaks “What now? My court is struck silent with fear?
Are you brave men afraid? Do not despair for this coming battle,
Let us relish this moment that has been granted,
For this is a divine moment my brothers,
The forces of Angra Mainyu have revealed themselves,
His agents are the incestuous Basileus Nikandros and the bestial barbarian Ardashir,
Today is a fine day my brothers the day we have long awaited,
We the agents of Achoura Maznta now have the privilege of facing the minions of Angra Mainyu in battle;
We the forces of good, purity, justice, truth, and order will give battle to the forces evil, impurity, injustice, falsehood, and disorder,
Achoura Maznta will triumph over the forces of Angra Mainyu so it is written,
And so shall it be."
A divine voice spoke through him;
"Therefore my brothers. Do not approach this battle with trepidation or fear,
Approach it with love and worshipfulness,
For the time of the Final Battle has come, let us aid the Ultimate Triumph,
And so you shall tell your children, and your children’s children,
That I was there in the Final Battle,
I fought as a representative of Achoura Maznta,
I fought with Saoshyant,
I fought and I won,”
So saying Basileus Arkadios turned his attention to the flagon of wine clenched in his hand;
He smashed the flagon against the floor,
“I renounce drink.”,
He lifted the ornate hookah pipe and threw it on the ground,
“I renounce smoke.”
He knocked the exquisite platters of food to the ground,
“I renounce this rich food.”
He tore his silken robes from his chest baring his bosom
“I renounce this rich cloth.”
So saying he turned and drew himself up fully and most impressively to face his court;
“I renounce it all and give myself over to the cause of Achoura Maznta.”
They stared at him in wonderment and awe as a bright halo above his head and he took on the qualities of the divine.
The court fell to their knees and great lords wept;
Mighty noblemen prostrated themselves and praised Achoura Maznta’s glory;
All men pledged themselves to fight for Him;
The women swooned and bade their men to fight well and honorably,
An old priest with tears in his eyes spoke,
“Blessed am I, blessed are we all for Achoura Maznta has chosen us for this task.
Chosen us to aid Him in bringing about Frashokereti and Final Union with the Divine,
I am an old man, but I too pledge myself to Achoura Maznta and place myself in His Just Hands,
I too will fight.”
The court erupted in clamor as all men and many women added their voices to the cry.
“Then my brothers.” speaks Arkadios,
“Gather our armies so that we may destroy Angra Mainyu once and for all.”
The great lords and nobles gathered their host.
Arkadios drew his great sword Aglaia and raised it above his head,
It gleamed with ethereal light,
Studded with gems, inlaid with gold and silver it was a wondrous sight;
“With my sword I shall overcome Nikandros and Ardashir;
These so-called lords of their people,
The Seleukids will die and Selucia will be bereft.
The barbarians will perish and Chorasmia will be bereft.
Now let us hasten eagerly to the fight my brothers for Aglaia thirsts for blood.”
So saying did the Areian host march.
OOC: Thoughts on the epic poem style of story ? I'll probably use this style for the rest of the NES.
A wise and noble ruler,
Just and merciful to his friend and allies;
Ruthless and unforgiving to his enemies;
Brilliant and ambitious;
Young and energetic;
Basileus Arakdios was in Hekatompylos;
The great city of marble and wonder,
He reclined in his great throne,
And indulges in wine, women, song, and hookah in great quantities;
For he is a young ruler,
And like all young men prone to dalliance.
A messenger reaches his court,
“Hear, lords the misfortune that has befallen us;
Nikandros the vile, incestuous and depraved Basileus of the Seleukids;
Has marched with his army into our fair land,
He has come to this country to destroy us.
In the North come a great horde of barbarian,
Lead by Ardashir who is not a mere man;
Born to a vile union of a jackal and a whore;
He is half-man, half-beast,
He drinks the blood of his enemies in skulls;
He seeks nothing but plunder,
He comes upon us with an army of beasts,
In alliance with the lecherous Basileus of the Seleukids;
What shall we do my lord?”
Upon the messengers words the court falls silent;
Great Arkadios in his throne stared at the messanger,
A flagon of wine in his hand,
He remained silent and the court feared that he had lost his nerve;
But they were mistaken for Achoura Maznta is Just and Mighty,
Arkadios raises his eyes to heaven and gave prayer to Achoura Maznta;
The Creator of all Good and draws strength from Him;
Through Him all things are possible;
Arkadios speaks “What now? My court is struck silent with fear?
Are you brave men afraid? Do not despair for this coming battle,
Let us relish this moment that has been granted,
For this is a divine moment my brothers,
The forces of Angra Mainyu have revealed themselves,
His agents are the incestuous Basileus Nikandros and the bestial barbarian Ardashir,
Today is a fine day my brothers the day we have long awaited,
We the agents of Achoura Maznta now have the privilege of facing the minions of Angra Mainyu in battle;
We the forces of good, purity, justice, truth, and order will give battle to the forces evil, impurity, injustice, falsehood, and disorder,
Achoura Maznta will triumph over the forces of Angra Mainyu so it is written,
And so shall it be."
A divine voice spoke through him;
"Therefore my brothers. Do not approach this battle with trepidation or fear,
Approach it with love and worshipfulness,
For the time of the Final Battle has come, let us aid the Ultimate Triumph,
And so you shall tell your children, and your children’s children,
That I was there in the Final Battle,
I fought as a representative of Achoura Maznta,
I fought with Saoshyant,
I fought and I won,”
So saying Basileus Arkadios turned his attention to the flagon of wine clenched in his hand;
He smashed the flagon against the floor,
“I renounce drink.”,
He lifted the ornate hookah pipe and threw it on the ground,
“I renounce smoke.”
He knocked the exquisite platters of food to the ground,
“I renounce this rich food.”
He tore his silken robes from his chest baring his bosom
“I renounce this rich cloth.”
So saying he turned and drew himself up fully and most impressively to face his court;
“I renounce it all and give myself over to the cause of Achoura Maznta.”
They stared at him in wonderment and awe as a bright halo above his head and he took on the qualities of the divine.
The court fell to their knees and great lords wept;
Mighty noblemen prostrated themselves and praised Achoura Maznta’s glory;
All men pledged themselves to fight for Him;
The women swooned and bade their men to fight well and honorably,
An old priest with tears in his eyes spoke,
“Blessed am I, blessed are we all for Achoura Maznta has chosen us for this task.
Chosen us to aid Him in bringing about Frashokereti and Final Union with the Divine,
I am an old man, but I too pledge myself to Achoura Maznta and place myself in His Just Hands,
I too will fight.”
The court erupted in clamor as all men and many women added their voices to the cry.
“Then my brothers.” speaks Arkadios,
“Gather our armies so that we may destroy Angra Mainyu once and for all.”
The great lords and nobles gathered their host.
Arkadios drew his great sword Aglaia and raised it above his head,
It gleamed with ethereal light,
Studded with gems, inlaid with gold and silver it was a wondrous sight;
“With my sword I shall overcome Nikandros and Ardashir;
These so-called lords of their people,
The Seleukids will die and Selucia will be bereft.
The barbarians will perish and Chorasmia will be bereft.
Now let us hasten eagerly to the fight my brothers for Aglaia thirsts for blood.”
So saying did the Areian host march.
OOC: Thoughts on the epic poem style of story ? I'll probably use this style for the rest of the NES.
Are faction scores a zero sum game in that an increase in confidence for one necessitates a decrease somewhere else and the same for strength?
Abaddon
Deity
That wouldn't make much sense.. well, strength should be zero sum, but confidance not.
To: The Ruxsalannoi Horde & The Kingdom of Mysia
From: The Kingdom of Makedonia
We are willing to agree to present de facto borders of control.
We desire peace.
To: The Perseid Empire
From: The Kingdom of Makedonia
Withdraw from Attika now and we shall agree to a 10 year non-aggression pact.
From: The Kingdom of Makedonia
We are willing to agree to present de facto borders of control.
We desire peace.
To: The Perseid Empire
From: The Kingdom of Makedonia
Withdraw from Attika now and we shall agree to a 10 year non-aggression pact.
Dude, like, 550 talents.
They are not. That said, frequently actions that one faction tends to support will be anathema to another, and upon taking or failing to take that action, confidence will rebalance accordingly.
Shadowbound
Incorrugible
- Joined
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- Messages
- 4,078
Awesome, dude. Awesome update, too.
The night passes and the clear dawn approaches,
The Areian host prepare themselves for battle,
They gird their gleaming swords, saddle their mighty horses, don their shining armor;
Arkadios is the brightest of all, his armor glows with pure light,
Brighter than a thousand suns, the great sword Aglaia burns with dancing flames,
Before they meet the barbarian army they come across a stream,
Arkadios dismounts and orders that a great pyre be lit,
The Areian army kneels and gives prayer to Achoura Maznta,
Arkadios leads the prayer “Oh Lord, Creator of the World, of Justice, of Truth,
Of Purity, of Light, see that our swords strike true against the barbarians,
See that our courage does not falter,
See that we serve Thee faithfully,
Through Thee all things are possible,
Blessed are we to fight in your honor on this day.”
So saying they march in brotherhood to face the demon army;
Arkadios spurs his horse and races to the front of the line,
For Arkadios is a courageous Basileus;
The men look at him in wonderment,
“See there” they say,
“There rides the greatest ruler of Aeria. Such is his noble nature.”
The two armies crash into each other;
Arkadios strikes out with all his might,
Mighty Aglaia breaks shields and rends armor,
Beasts are ripped open and bone shattered,
A barbarian wolf-beastman snarls and lunges,
Arkadios severs his from his back down his entire spine,
Upon his lance an entire column of barbarian warriors are impaled,
“What ho! What ho Ardashir!” he shouts his challenge
“Show thyself cowardly knave! Face me in battle! I shall split thee in twain with Aglaia!
The cowardly Ardashir does not show his face,
“What ho!” cries Arkadios as he snaps the neck of a barbarian swordsmen,
He sights Ardashir in the distance his banner fluttering in the breeze;
He breaks out from the throng, intent to give battle,
He shouts “Ardashir! Face me!” ;
He urges his horse and goes to strike him,
Ardashir’s retainers block his advance;
A mighty blow from his lance flings their bodies from the saddle;
Ardashir tumbles from his horse in alarm.
Arkadios looks down and addresses him fiercely
“Thou art a coward Ardashir. Stand and fight me like a man, you wicked follower of Angra Mainyu”,
Ardashir skilled in the dark arts calls upon the wicked magicks,
Darkness falls as the sun is blotted out of the sky,
Cries of alarm ring out from the Aerian army,
“What black art is this!”
Arkadios raises Aglaia to the sky “Oh Achoura Maznta! Bring us Light! Drive this dark magick away!”
His prayers are answered as the darkness is ripped asunder as a sword rips through a veil,
The sun reasserts itself ferociously;
Alas the cowardly Ardashir has used the darkness to slip away like a rat,
Abandoning his army to be slaughtered;
The Aerian host falls upon the remaining barbarians in great anger,
The barbarians are slain to man,
Arkadios and his army kneel and give thanks to Achoura Maznta for their great victory.
Through Him all things are possible.
The Areian host prepare themselves for battle,
They gird their gleaming swords, saddle their mighty horses, don their shining armor;
Arkadios is the brightest of all, his armor glows with pure light,
Brighter than a thousand suns, the great sword Aglaia burns with dancing flames,
Before they meet the barbarian army they come across a stream,
Arkadios dismounts and orders that a great pyre be lit,
The Areian army kneels and gives prayer to Achoura Maznta,
Arkadios leads the prayer “Oh Lord, Creator of the World, of Justice, of Truth,
Of Purity, of Light, see that our swords strike true against the barbarians,
See that our courage does not falter,
See that we serve Thee faithfully,
Through Thee all things are possible,
Blessed are we to fight in your honor on this day.”
So saying they march in brotherhood to face the demon army;
Arkadios spurs his horse and races to the front of the line,
For Arkadios is a courageous Basileus;
The men look at him in wonderment,
“See there” they say,
“There rides the greatest ruler of Aeria. Such is his noble nature.”
The two armies crash into each other;
Arkadios strikes out with all his might,
Mighty Aglaia breaks shields and rends armor,
Beasts are ripped open and bone shattered,
A barbarian wolf-beastman snarls and lunges,
Arkadios severs his from his back down his entire spine,
Upon his lance an entire column of barbarian warriors are impaled,
“What ho! What ho Ardashir!” he shouts his challenge
“Show thyself cowardly knave! Face me in battle! I shall split thee in twain with Aglaia!
The cowardly Ardashir does not show his face,
“What ho!” cries Arkadios as he snaps the neck of a barbarian swordsmen,
He sights Ardashir in the distance his banner fluttering in the breeze;
He breaks out from the throng, intent to give battle,
He shouts “Ardashir! Face me!” ;
He urges his horse and goes to strike him,
Ardashir’s retainers block his advance;
A mighty blow from his lance flings their bodies from the saddle;
Ardashir tumbles from his horse in alarm.
Arkadios looks down and addresses him fiercely
“Thou art a coward Ardashir. Stand and fight me like a man, you wicked follower of Angra Mainyu”,
Ardashir skilled in the dark arts calls upon the wicked magicks,
Darkness falls as the sun is blotted out of the sky,
Cries of alarm ring out from the Aerian army,
“What black art is this!”
Arkadios raises Aglaia to the sky “Oh Achoura Maznta! Bring us Light! Drive this dark magick away!”
His prayers are answered as the darkness is ripped asunder as a sword rips through a veil,
The sun reasserts itself ferociously;
Alas the cowardly Ardashir has used the darkness to slip away like a rat,
Abandoning his army to be slaughtered;
The Aerian host falls upon the remaining barbarians in great anger,
The barbarians are slain to man,
Arkadios and his army kneel and give thanks to Achoura Maznta for their great victory.
Through Him all things are possible.
Kraznaya
Princeps
His family name and his personal name? Posthumous era names are kind of given posthumously.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Yeah but...we're living in the future, man.
THE FUTURE.
THE FUTURE.
Kraznaya
Princeps
Except you don't know how his era is going to go.
Kraznaya
Princeps
From: The High Chancellor of Wu Chao, Sun Zheng, on behalf of His Majesty Son of Heaven Yang Yunfen
To: Xiaozhuang of Daliang
In the interest of mutual economic prosperity and a world flourishing in the gifts of trade, we propose a mutual 6% reduction in official tariff duties by both our states.
Abaddon
Deity
To Yang Yunfen
From Xiaozhuang
Perhaps if you had included us, rather than snubbed us in your previous years we would be inclined to accept. As it is, we are only willing to reduce your trade tariffs by 2%. That would be in return for you reducing ours by 6%.
From Xiaozhuang
Perhaps if you had included us, rather than snubbed us in your previous years we would be inclined to accept. As it is, we are only willing to reduce your trade tariffs by 2%. That would be in return for you reducing ours by 6%.
Kraznaya
Princeps
From: The High Chancellor of Wu Chao, Sun Zheng, on behalf of His Majesty Son of Heaven Yang Yunfen
To: Xiaozhuang of Daliang
We are not interested in any unequal trade deal. We are willing to accept a mutual 2% reduction of tariffs, or any range up to 6%, but an unequal deal in any circumstance we will never consider.
To: Xiaozhuang of Daliang
We are not interested in any unequal trade deal. We are willing to accept a mutual 2% reduction of tariffs, or any range up to 6%, but an unequal deal in any circumstance we will never consider.
