EltNESIII: Some Assembly Required

Upon special request, NPC diplomacy:

From: "Rebels"
To: Lyscovian Sultanate

Our own choices of land, eh? Splendid. A code of laws or pact must also be implemented wherein you cannot attack us, and we cannot attack you, or else the offender will be removed from power by the majority.
 
In a small office at the outskirts of the Palace-town, two bishops and two mayors entered from different rooms. They sat down at a new table, but it seems that, like that afternoon, they all seemed to be embarrassed or too scared to begin a converstion. Their guards marched in behind them. Ten Militiamen, holding their light javelins behind their back, their hunting knives gleaming on their leather armour, stood in stiff attention. Two Paladins of God, from the temple itself and five more attendent priests stood on the other wall. The burnished bronze of the Paladins glowed with a dark tint in the firelight, while the brown robes of the priests, holding quarterstalvs and incessantly whispering their prayers less for that day less they forget them, stood between.

Finally, the mayor of the western town of Queren, named Ursdan Tanns, spoke up. "We all know each other, friends from the Western Lands. And we all know some of each other's secrets. We all know why we came here: to end the madness taking hold in the rest of the country, and we all know how to do it."

"We must redefine the duties of the state, the people, and the chuch," finished Bishop Salheen, "And so we shall. The Candidate Dasten Gras will agree with us in this."

The younger mayor, Tuveon Sudd, spoke up, "And we have seen that all the electors would follow a candidate with strong foundation that supports us all. With no support or speaches at the meeting today, we have enough time to finish to agreement, we might have enough for the first recommendation, the first speach, and perhaps the Emperor-ship for this generation."

"We might well remember," said the last priest, "The orginal compact according to the Stone of the Ancients: 'And so the people of God seek protection, and the servents of god seeks people. And so annoited the first Emperor: That of Krasni Nard. And so, from the mouth of the god-empowered chief, now chief of all chief of cheifs, came the word of God himself: Lo, for now, in all the lands of Kettick and all the lands of my people, My servents serve the souls, My people serves the state, and My state serves all.' and so it was said. His priests will save our souls, his worshipers in Kettick will serve the Empire, and the Emperor himself will serve to save our land for God."

"And now, the new compact," said Salheen, reading from a scroll, "The Emperor has power over all events of the state, able to do whatever necessary to keep the land of Kettick, the chosen people of God, safe. He has the power of emergency taxation, military and anything else that he feels need to be done can be sought from the Council of Kettick. He himself is the tie-breaking vote.
The Church of God has all the power over the events of its own members, as well as half the Council of Kettick, to save the souls of all the people of God within the land of Kettick and to save the souls of the heathens without. They can power their own inquisitions without the nation on their own,and with permission within and with their own power.
The Mayors of Kettick have hold over every city and every town, except for church lands and for prayer-towns. They have all the power invested to keep their city, their places of worship, their roads and other responsibilities. They will have power over half the Council of Kettick.
The People of Kettick has the power to lead themselves, choosing for themselves a Mayor or a Bishop in the countryside, and a Mayor for each city and a Bishop for each Religious Site. The power of the government for the people, of the people and by the people shall be spread equally through all his lands. "

"And So say we all," they chanted. "Asham."
 
Protected within the loop of the river they gathered, felling trees, erecting a camp and a hall building on the eastern bank south of the river. In a place chosen by the Great Druid south of the encampment along the eastern bank they began to build a temple to the Spirits. The enormous logs that had carried the monoliths across the vast distances from the mountains were used to build the temple, buried deep in the ground they stood and the spirits were pleased.

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As the camp began to take shape a long hall sprang up and from there the Great Druid directed the building of the town, no man of Druidia is lazy he thought as he helped support a wall made of lashed logs so that it could be hammered into place, the heavy black iron war hammers making effective mallets in times of labor. “Well done friends” he said as they stood for a moment looking at the four finished walls of the hall. Then everyone went back to work there was much to do, roofing and carpentry, the beautiful green land rang to the music of the town. The river swept past and they fished, clean clear water that nourished the people.

“Spread the word to the other Druids. Tonight we shall meet in the hall, if the spirits aid us in finishing it before then!” the Great druid said, and several young boys ran off to deliver his words to the ears of the other Druids far across the town; each working with his own family and clan to erect shelter.

At dusk the Great Druid stood in the middle of the unfinished temple looking at the posts that towered around him, he was pleased by the progress it was no easy task to erect the massive logs and keep them in place. He smiled at the men there working, lashing logs into place to make support structures and gathering up their tools to retire for the night. “The Spirits be with you,” he said to a man who smiled back as he went home to his family. The rings of the temple were almost complete in a few more days they would be finished, a paltry comparison to what the true temple would be. In the sinking light he walked back to the hall.

At the rising of the moon each Druid came and sat down by the fire in front of the still unfinished hall, each chanting to the spirits. “Wind, Earth, Fire, Water” they sang, then “leather, bone, gold, Iron.” Finally their song died away and silence fell but for the roar of the flames.

“Brothers,” said the Great Druid in his usual booming voice. “There is much work to be done here, but the time has come to go forth and speak to the leaders and the chieftains. Tell them of the will of the Spirits we are the voice of the spirits; they will heed you. The words of the spirits will move them to come to the council; the council is the key.” The druids waited each ready to go and convince the people to come hear the words of the Great Druid. At last he spoke, “I wish you all the speed of the wind!”

“The wind is swift,” chanted the other Druids.

“I wish you the strength of the earth” said the Great Druid.

“The earth is mighty” they responded.

“I wish you the warmth of fire” his voice grew louder and he raised his arms.

“The flames sustain us” the druids responded.

The Great Druid was practically howling as he said his last words “Now run like a river from the mountains “

“We will Run like the waters” the druids departed each to his own clan, to gather supplies and perhaps companions to take with them. He sat gazing at the fire for a time before he stood and began to work again helping those who were still in need of shelter. He thought about the thousands of people that he hoped would soon come. The druids would all be gone by sunrise, but how would they fare?

Only the spirits knew.
 
Spoiler Politics :
The situation at Tangina was quite confused, to say the least. Messages from many places had been received by the council. Nations around the world, both friends and enemies, were calling for help from Tanresios. The northern colony of Burdos had sent a message from the bordering Britto-Gullic Kingdom, which contained threats of war unless Burdos was evacuated. They would have to know that Tanresios wasn't going to step back from their legal ownership of those lands.

To the south-east, the Barber people had fallen into war due to religious differences. The western faction supported Ancestor Worshipping, just like them, while the eastern faction supported this strange Devi Mareas religion. Everybody in Tanresios worshipped their ancestors, but that didn't mean that they would force others to do the same. Ancestor worshipping was something that had to come from one's own soul, not from being enforced to do so by other person.

And, finally, to the east, the situation within Bascland was worrying the Council more and more. While, at the start, it had been welcomed as a good, potential ally in regards to their similar government systems, they had slowly drifted towards centralizing and, dare they say it, slightly tyrannical positions. Thus, some people in the north-eastern mountains had rebelled, and sent a message asking for help to Barkino, while the Bascland people were asking for the start of the trade treaty that was never started due to many problems. These, and many other internal problems, had sparked great debate in the floor of the Great Council Chamber.

A great plater (OOC: a gong), made out of the best bronze coming out of the Tanresian smelters, was hit by the Chief, preventing further shouting and discussion to be held.

"Fellow Councillors," said the Chief of the Council, "we cannot dither anymore on these matters. We must decide what to do, if we want the solution to be useful."

"Those Gullic people shall be erased from the face of Earth for their insults!" shouted one of the councillors. A few more shouted their support for that position.

"Silence! I'll remind Councillor Arastas that war has never been the first resource of our country! Brito-Gullia may suppose danger to Burdos, but we won't be making war on them without due cause!"

"They have insulted us, that is enough!"

"No, it isn't! While I do not condone the use of the military in this situation, I accept that it is an useful deterrant. Thus, I propose this Council that Brito-Gullia is let known that any attempt to expel our people from Burdos will be met with war, and to reinforce the Burdos garrison. Please, those of you in favour of this proposal, raise your hands."

More than two thirds of the Chamber raised one of their hands. "Approved. Now, in regards to the petition from Barbers, does anybody have a proposal?"

"I move that the Army is sent to deal with this matter, to protect the part of Barbers that borders us, and broker an agreement to either push this Devi Mareas out of Barbers or for both religions to be accepted without distinction."

"I second that position," said other Councillor.

"All in favour, please raise your hands." This time, it was nearly nine tenths of the Council that approved that position.

"Now, a new matter. The Bascs have reported a rebellion in their lands, and those rebels are asking us to help them. With their current and already known slip away from the political system they took, so similar to ours at the start, we fear it is a matter of time before everything turns into a bloodbath. Does anybody have suggestions?"

This time, the question was met with a muttering amongst the Councillors. This was a very spiky matter, as Bascland's first reluctance to join Tanresios and their being bordering the biggest part of Tanresios was quite important to it. Many people felt that, were Bascland to join Tanresios, it would be a great improvement for everyone, especially there in Bascland, but it wasn't something to be taken lightly.

"For the moment, I believe the best thing would be to attempt to have the Basc government to restore correct government practices. While I, like many of you, would enjoy having them join Tanresios, it is not something to be enforced. We might try to ask them whether they want to join us, but do not make the mistake of believing that they will do so with open arms. Does anybody else wish to state some other matter?"

No one spoke this time. "Then I consider this meeting adjourned."


From: Tanresios
To: Bascland Union


We would gladly initiate the trading relationship that has remained on the back for so many years. However, we are worrid by certain events currently happening in Bascland, especially those happening around the region known as Andorr. We wish to prevent a potential great loss of life in your lands, as well as possible spreading of conflict into our lands. Thus, we would like to present you with a couple of possibilities to prevent such a conflict to arise:
- The first option, and the easiest, would be to restore your government, and . We volunteer to help to eliminate the corruption that seems to have appeared in your lands.
- The second option would be to give independence to Andorr and to any other Council that may desire to do so.
- The third option would be the one that we know you are less probable to follow on, but nonetheless the one we feel would benefit both you and us the most: you could decide to join Tanresios. While we know this would be quite unfair, it would make Bascland a part of a great nation and Tanresios would be greatly reinforced. Should you decide to go with this choice, all of Bascland would have the same rights as to the whole rest of Tanresios. It might be needed to divide current Bascland in two or maybe three regions, but they would nonetheless enjoy the same autonomy as other regions enjoy. The only difference would be that the capital would be somewhere else, but apart from that everything would remain the same. None of us would have to spend great quantities of money in attempting to start a trade route.
We do know that the likeliness of you choosing the latter possibility is minimal, but nonetheless we wish to present the possibility, to make you know that we would be glad to welcome you into our arms, but should you choose any of the first two, we will help you as much as possible in regards to that.

From: Tanresios
To: Andoric Councilship


Do not act rashly. We have sent a message to the council of Bascland proposing them our collaboration in trying to sort out this problem.
 
Departure of the Last Sultan
The Council of Lysrella had determined, in the waning years of the relatively-short reign of Sultan Syliima III, the end of the Sultanate. Its mandate was the creation of a confederation, more reminiscent in manner of that of the cultural and economic ties between the early city-states, between the various factions which now vied for power in the Sultanate.

Those generals who had led their forces against the Sultan had been named, with more than a little ignominy for House Lysrella, Sultans of their own plots, and it was demanded then that Sultan Syliima step down in favor of his brother, Abdhul, who was comparatively friendly to the rebels' cause.

Syliima III was not exiled by the Council, but his departure from the city of Lysrella would begin a life that was for all intents and purposes, a life in exile. Syliima's short reign as Sultan, and birth of the House Lysrella, notwithstanding, he would take his leave from the throne as little more than a commoner, and he would wander Lysrella's poleis for some time attempting to make his trade as a merchant before ultimately entering the service of his people as a soldier, irony of ironies.

It was by this time that the Empire was proclaimed, and perhaps out of some sense of remorse or perhaps under the pressure of his family members, Emperor Abdhul IV permitted the former Sultan to lead an expedition to the Southlands.

Syliima would leave the Sultanate with some thousand men, and would march south through the deserts and plains, for time uncounted. This marks the Sultan's true departure, as from that point on Syliima III was no longer Sultan of the Lyscovians, but a man of the army.

It is told that he embraced his new role with vigor, and the peoples he encountered in the as-yet-uncharted lands he either converted or conquered in the name of the Empire. He would earn himself the title Syliima of the Wastes, and his efforts would go in great ways to the taming of the metaphorical-wilderness which existed beyond the recognized borders of the former-Sultanate.

Syliima would, despite his exploits, never return to Lysrella. He died many years after the Council as a soldier, and was beloved by his men and feared or worshiped (and sometimes both) by those he had brought into the fold. Supposedly there exists a shrine built to the Last Sultan, but insofar as it is known, its existence has never been proved beyond the tales of wanderers and drunks.

Syliima's reign, rightly or wrongly, would be remembered as the reign of the Last Sultan. It is thought that he was as just and wise a ruler as he was a just and wise commander, but this cannot be proven. What is known is that considering the troubles which had already surmounted him by the time he took the throne form his father, he could have done little to prevent the collapse of the Sultanate.

There was no funeral. Upon hearing of his brother's death, Emperor Abdhul would mark for future historians a date upon the calendar. Here, truly, was the Departure of the Last Sultan.

"... glory o glory, where are you for us now?"
 
From: Bascland Union
To: Tanresios


Corruption? There is no corruption in Bascland. We do not wish to take ourselves off the throne- er, that is to say, the people wish to keep us as leaders. Yes. We will however deal with the Andorr problem peacefully, a combination of the proposed solutions.

You have our greatest thanks for your offered help; let it not come to bloodshed between Ancestor Worshippers anywhere in the world.

From: Andorric Councilship
To: Tanresios


We have prepared the following for your approval:

Treaty of Andorr said:
1: With Tanresan help, the Councilship of Andorr will separate from Bascland and join with Tanresios, on the condition that we retain full authority and autonomy over the governmental bodies of our land, the division of our provinces as we see fit, and the domestic and foreign affairs of our people.

2: The Councilship of Andorr will retain control of her own military, however should any aggression be met upon Tanresios by any foreign or internal power, we will lend aid in the form of military, monetary or moral support. (light vassalship)

3: Trade and peace will flow freely throughout the Tanresan peninsula, and there will be no mutual enmity between the entities of Tanresios, the Bascland Union, and the Councilship of Andorr.

From: Bascland Union
To: Tanresios; Councilship of Andorr


We will agree to this upon the further stipulation that the Bascland Union is duly compensated for her loss, in the form of either:

A: Access to the Tercio military unit technology, or

B: Control of a minor port in Tanresan Africa and 3 EP over the course of the next half century (1 turn).
 
The years had passed loudly, as armies in constant battle, years came and went only to mark the dates when brothers and close friends passed.

The years had not brought death to Skipeeyo, not at all; a stranger fate indeed befell him.

Success.

Skipeeyo the General, one of the heroes of the battle, how many warriors had fallen before him? Perhaps he was overshadowed, he was certainly in the shadow of the angel of death who haunted the fields alongside him. Aud and Skipeeyo, staying close in battles, she thrusting her spear, dancing out of the way of arrows, they had saved each other’s lives several times outside of Johvi, killed a lot of Stoney Warriors.

Aud had ascended to Generalship before him, helped him win the vote to take his Generalship. The Warlord smiled to see strong Wovvolken Norse, a good omen in these dark times. A counterexample, his name was no longer Busmuyek, but he had watched these warriors since the beginning of the campaign, seen them terrorize battlefield after battlefield, the Warlord was proud to see them as Generals.

And Skipeeyo had seen even greater success than that, his own land to farm back near Granae, and a wife to farm it for him and raise his children. His first son had already left Granae, his mother, and the civilian life and lived as a soldier, Skipeeyo the younger, a hero in his own right.

But not the Warlord’s apprentice. The Warlord’s apprentice is a doddering incompetent, a buffoon nearly to match the current Warlord in cunning. The War is being run wrong, all the Generals know, they had ceded to tradition, the older ones said, when they elected the last Warlord’s apprentice, and they had come to regret it. They often sympathized with Skipeeyo the elder, had his son been the next candidate perhaps they would not feel such regret for the line of succession.

This one rebuke, this one failure in a life of violent victories, does not sit well on Skipeeyo’s heart. He could talk to the Warlord about it, seek his council, in fact tradition dictates that he do so, the Warlord is right at the front, with his men, available to talk to his Generals.

But Skipeeyo the elder holds his tongue, and bides his time.
 
From: Tanresios
To: Bascland Union, Andorric Councilship


This idea isn't exactly what we had in mind. However, if this prevents war, we are willing to accept it. We shall cede a small port in Northern Africa for your use, and pay 1 EP (we fully expect that it will fall upon the Andorric Councilship to pay the remaining 2 EP).

Also, we would like to suggest a potential full military alliance, so that we will come to the aid of those that need it out of the three in the event of a war.
 
From: Councilship of Andorr
To: Tanresios

We don't have 2 EP to give. (income of 1EP per turn, starting next turn) However, we will repay you if you're willing to front us that?
 
To Phoolan Devi and Spartan Empire
From Aneb-Hetch


Wish to trade, are you interested? I also think we need to both work together to stop piracy being an issue.
 
From: Councilship of Andorr
To: Tanresios

We don't have 2 EP to give. (income of 1EP per turn, starting next turn) However, we will repay you if you're willing to front us that?

From: Tanresios
To: Councilship of Andorr


Yes, we are willing to front the extra 1 EP.

OOC: What would it take for Bascland to join me? And don't tell me "try to convince them", my previous offer was the best one I could make.

OOC2: Get on MilarNES 3, mate, you have to put up your asking for the EF Corps.
 
OOC: There's not much likelyhood that they will want to join you. What's the point? They already have the local autonomy you promise them. Plus, the leaders would also have to cooperate with you, and they couldn't be corrupt, rich and fat anymore.

I'll do the MilarNES thing now. Sorry for delay.
 
From: Spartan Empire
To: Aneb-Hetch


These pirates aren't our business, but we will string up any we find prowling about our shores. If you want to come help us, be our guest. As for trade, our funds are already allocated for similar deals with others at the moment; consider yourself on the waiting list.

From: Phoolan Devi
To: Aneb-Hetch


We would much appreciate this; let's meet in private to coordinate an attack on these pirates? Or perhaps we could lend rafts to eachother to patrol our respective trade lanes. We'll see. Trade would be most welcomed- we will set aside funds for the creation of such a wonderful exchange of goods and ideas.
 
OOC: There's not much likelyhood that they will want to join you. What's the point? They already have the local autonomy you promise them. Plus, the leaders would also have to cooperate with you, and they couldn't be corrupt, rich and fat anymore.

I'll do the MilarNES thing now. Sorry for delay.

OOC: OK, then I'll have to find other way. Dammit. I have an idea, but it involves certain ideas I am not very willing to do.
 
The second day of the council began with conflict. No one knows what exactly happened, but it ended with a bishop tending a broken leg, a mayor holding together a large wound in his chest and with a Paladin and a Militiaman impaled on each other's daggers in the shoulder. Their attendees also experiences a variety of minor bruises and cuts.

However, the Western Four have successfully given their compact and their support on candidate Dasten Gras. The onlookers watched as Bishop and Mayor together gave the compact and as Dasten Gras responded with his own candidacy speech. The Theocrat and the Mayor of Zanari glowered.

The mayor of Zanari stood up, shoot a dirty look at the Theocrat (who warded it off with a sign of reflection) and began his speech, "People of Kettick, I support Grandren Nard for the candidacy of Emperor! His family has served us all well over the years and kept the peace, and so will this man. He has already led troops against riots in the east, and have returned to await his coronation."

"And I do," spoke the candidate. At only 22, he was much well-kemp than yesterday after his river-ride back to home, "And I accept this candidacy. We need for the people of God to back off, and let the government to govern. They fear the loss of power they gained by the hand of Jorise Nard... power that they don't deserve. If you vote for me, I will fix the government and will make sure the priests live happily... and away from the government."

The Theocrat jumped at this pause in the speech of Granden, and proclaimed, "As we have said, in the ancient times, the Emperor's Throne does not sit upon a single house! We will vote for anyone but Granden, as he openly serves to destroy the religion of God in kettick, and leave us for heresy and for damnation! I support Gradis Trui, a religious man who will make sure the rabble-rousing Militia will stay defending the city from outside threats while we defend their souls!"

"Indeed" said Gradis Trui. The slight candidate was small compared to the hardened Grandren or the eloquent Dasten. Indeed, all the councilors know that he was directly, and simply a puppet of religion. Whether he sold his soul to god before his death cannot be known, but one has to make one's own judgement. "We are being led to damnation when they stop us from saving our souls! Vote for me to save our souls!"

The rest of the morning passed in debate after debate. Each candidate was drilled mercilessly, and although each group had hardlienrs who will never vote to reduce their power, increasingly the position of Dasten who will perserve peace and power seems to be growing as the other candidates, led by the two leaders, moved further and further out of reach of the moderates.

Finally, it came time to vote. Each of them placed a sphere of clay with the crest of one of the candidates in a vase. Then, within the vase it was molded into one large square. No one knew what the outcome will be. Even as they argued three abstentee spheres arrived, two from the east and one from the medical bay.

And the votes are counted.
Gradis Trui has won 4 of the 17 Crests.
Granden Nard has won 6...
And Dasten Gras won 7!
 
Anouncement: For balance purposes, no military unit can exceed 2,000 soldiers. Training will have to be your savior. (Picture it: units 10,000 strong costing the same in upkeep as warbands 300 strong. Unless I change upkeep totally (which I don't want to do) and to account for soldiers in a unit, this is the simplest fix. I don't see this as laziness, but not wanting to over-complicate the game.
 
Because YOU SUCK.

That's the kind of thing people should point out, though I will always notice it come update time. I fiddle with stats while I write. The change has been made in my files on my computer, and c/p into the front page. I've adopted this new system, (and am telling people so I don't forget) and it's worked so far. Good catch.
 
No harm in pointing it out on the thread. If you want, go for private, though.
 
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