Domina Mundi

Ok all, stats are up! Here are some things I am noting

1. Quite a few of you did not realize that you can use IC to improve your province stats. This turn, I was kind and used leftover IC where I could, but I will not do so in the future. Please budget accordingly :)
2. Imperials: Your Admin Level is in reality one level higher, though due to the state of the Imperium, it is reflected at the lower level (so if your admin is listed at 4, it's really at 5). That being said, you need to raise your admin from where it would be if the Imperium was NOT divided (so a player with an admin of 5, it would be listed as 4 and would need to pay 6 to increase it). Sorry for the lack of clarification.
3. Eurus worshipers: You are highly encouraged to give at least 1 ep to Eurus. I helped everyone out in this situation by taking out something from your banked if needed, but going forward I will not. If you do not pay proper tribute going forward, there will be consequences from Heaven.
4. Things I am working on is a labeled map and ideally something to better show armies on. If you have suggestions for better showing numerous armies on the map, please let me know
5. Character locations are incorrect and will be fixed, but you all gained exp from last turn. Most characters should be leveling up next turn. That being said, I am looking into fixes to make this aspect for me, as I did not quite anticipate having to track 60 characters :|

Last but not least, if there are errors on the stats: please be gentle. This is a very time consuming hobby as many of you might know. I do work a full time job, I have a wife, ect. It does take me alot of effort to block off time that I'm in the right frame of mind to do stats in and sometimes errors get through. If I made an error in PC stats, please PM me.

All things though, so long as you're here having fun, that's what counts and I greatly enjoy this game :)

Thank you very much. I feel that there's enough info as is to get orders in by August 4th (August 3rd for a +1 LG boost!) but if you disagree, let me know

-Nuka
 
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The ground shuddered as the thundering march of the imperial legions roared through the streets of the still burning city of Herilanum, former stronghold of the Iberian rebels in the province and former seat of power for Mithras, King of the Freefolk. Held high above the heads of the armoured and bloodied lines of faceless figures fluttered proudly the green and blue banners displaying the sigils of Strabo and Caudex, respectively. The horns of imperial victory beckoned from every reaches of the region deafened only by the thundering march, like drums of war, stirring the very earth.

Thick smoke spirals onward towards the skies like series of vipers, enveloping the heavens. The sporadic wails of families trapped inside their burning homes, women raped and cut down in the dark and forgotten alleys by zealous warriors or young and broken souls castrated, crucified and bled by pikes outside the city walls were all but lost memories. Splinters of atrocities committed in the chaos of victory.

The few remaining few weep in desperation, watching helplessly from sidelines created by a wall of shields and spears, blocking them from intervening. Men, women and children were brought in linear droves. The iron chains of slavery placed tightly around their necks and wrists. A mother cries in terror as her newborn babe is ripped from her loving embrace and set aside on the cobblestone. She begs her captors for mercy, for her precious child to be brought to safety. With tears of despair she reaches out for her bright light in a growing darkness.

But like the hundreds of hapless souls around her she chokes on her collar and is whipped to the mud by her oppressor, forced along on roads unknown - never again to see her beloved.

On cobbled roads lined with the crucified remains of friends and neighbors she walked barefeet. The shadows of the wooden cross looms over her but she cannot bear to raise her head. With weary, sore eyes she tumbles along. The eventual sob escaped her dry throat.

Many days passed without rest or reprieve. The crack of the whip, and the searing pain of what seemed like endless lashings kept her onward. And the thundering march. The never-ceasing, heart-wrenching noise of the grinding march.

Wheezing, she raised her eyes for the first time since she had lost her child to the triumphant cheers and laughter of the masses. Her eyes ached as the sunlight touched them. Ahead of her were the open gates of a massive port city.

Rose pedals rained from the heavens amid them, thrown from the walls by young women to glorify the victors. She managed to bring up the strength to frown in disgust. Was this the face of the imperium she called home? was this her kin?

Brought through the cheering streets of the city, humiliated, beaten and cursed by strangers, she found herself brought into a line along with the others at the harbour clearing. Soldiers walked past them, watching their every move. She reeled in instinctive fear whenever the whip approached her. In front of her, atop a podium, stood the architect of her suffering. The man responsible for the deaths of hundreds. The tyrant branding her a traitor: Quintus. Suetonius. Caudex.

She would've spat at his direction, but could not muster the saliva. She lowered her head in defeat. Time passed and more and more people were being bought and sold off to different slavers for proper re-education. However, her vision was forced upward as a pair of soldiers grabbed her head and forced it to face a man in front of her. It was Quintus. He looked upon her like a beast would examine its meal before feasting. She hisses. He smiles.

"I want this one."
 
Polis name: Aokmarling Clans
Background: Barbarian
Capital Province: 33
Dynasty Name: Vubenik
Familial Head: Balamber Vubenik (Commander) (37) (M) Lord of the Aokmarlings
Additional family members:
Tervingi, son of Albrikt (Commander) (34) (M): Champion and childhood friend of Balamber. Son of prominent noble
Fraidun Vubenik (Commander) (28) (M): Brother of Balamber
Evbrota of Arrendas (Administer) (25) (M): A Solitasian hostage given over to the Aokmarlings in exchange for peace. His strange Errus worshiping ways have caused slight friction within the superstitious Aokmarling camp. However, so far his loyalty and shrewdness have proven useful enough to endear himself to his host.
Religion: The Old Gods
Background: The Aokmarlings are major group of Northern peoples, prominent herders of sheep and goats. Viewing those who sow with disdain and pity. Well known in the northern imperial fringes for their wool, in the times of imperial Strength, and their savage raids, in the times of imperial weakness.

The Aokmarlings have many mouths to feed and dwindling resources. Their warriors and nobles clamor to move south, eager to win honor for their clans, and favor with the gods. The priests speak of good omens for battle. The ambitious Balamber Vubenik by the deed and hand-axe united the Aokmarling tribes and clans in a loose tribal confederation. Fearful for their safety the Solitasians attacked Balamber's Kingdom, hoping to strangle the new polity in it's caddle. Now brothers forged in battle the Aokmarlings are. The meager loot of the Solitasian province of Arrendas smoothed over any outstanding disputes between the clans under Balamber, for the moment. An exchanging of hostages and tribute ended the brief war with the Solitasians. As the ever ambitious Balamber smells the weakness of the decaying Sanctus corpse and the greater wealth and glory that awaits there.
 
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