End of Empires - N3S III
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Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
So when is update.... and dont say thanksgiving as I dont celebrate it.
Vertinari118
Deity
Orders sent!
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Just because you don't celebrate it doesn't mean you don't know what date it is
It's next week, with the order deadline being this Saturday.
North King
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Cuivienen
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The last light of the day shone in through the window. A soft breeze shifted heavy curtains, bought at great expense from Tehabi traders. Documents on the desk rustled. The sea wind was welcome in the heat, carrying with it a whiff of salt and the cool air of the Kern Sea. The high wards private quarters occupied a sea-facing wall for good reason. Summers grew oppressively hot in Aldina. Ailrin had lived almost two decades in the flourishing port, but memories of cooler days in the hills north of Gallasa still haunted his memories.
There was a light knock on the door. Knowing that his much-cherished privacy was to be intruded upon one last time for the day, Ailrin raised himself from his seat and hobbled to the door. The wooden panels creaked as he opened them. One would hardly guess the hall of wards to be younger even than the city, itself but a century old, so ancient did the building now appear. As he mused silently on the passing of time, Ailrin noticed the young man standing opposite the threshold. Young, dark-skinned and handsome, this was one of the few Nahsjad acolytes. Ailrin chastised himself for failing to guess by the name.
Hello, sir, High Ward Ailrin. I you are aware of my request for a meeting, yes? I am Amar ba Jalani, Amar ba Jalani an-Amakar al-lin'Tehabi, and an acolyte. The young man, really little more than a boy, no more than sixteen years since naming, quaked a bit with nervousness, Ailrin noted. He soon recalled also that the Nahsjad do not date ages from name-day but from birth. Strange people.
Yes, yes, I remember, I remember. Do not take my old age and doddering appearance for intellectual weakness, my boy! I remember that you wished to travel on another mission again so soon after your return, something about your people trusting one of their own. I admire your zeal. While he said this, Ailrin returned to his seat. Be seated! Its too hot to stand around and chat, far too hot. How you lot live in greater heat than this I will never know. I have not left this island for your deserts since I was only a bit older than you. So, what is it that you wished to speak with the High Ward about, exactly?
The manAmar, Ailrin admonished himselfmouthed a few words before speaking, perhaps gathering his thoughts. I have spoken with some of the other wards here in the city, but none had a sufficient answer for me. None have traveled into the Nahsjad lands; they leave that task to the acolytes these days, and no wards here are old enough to have been acolytes sent south in their youth. I wish to bring our faith to my people, that they might leave behind all vestiges of darkness. It is our great and noble duty to teach all the danger the world faces, and to spread the word of the struggle. Here he paused. Ailrin nodded, more to himself than to Amar. Nonetheless, Amar seemed to take the gesture as confirmation to hurry on.
Yet I do not think I am up to explaining our beliefs to the Tehabi leaders. They are steeped in traditional beliefs, and many will not listen. They have come to adopt many of your Gallatene customs, yet reluctance remains. What of our own identity?
Ailrin considered this for a moment. A memory came to him. It was decades ago when I last went among your people. The Tehabi were not so ascendant then as now, and I am afraid I do not know if they will react differently from others. But I learned, in my mission work, that the Nahsjad of this region, and perhaps the Tehabi as well, see themselves apart. You must minister to that. I called the community of the faith the realm of light, and many were convinced that theirs must become that realm. I cannot remember the Nahsjad words any longer. Imer something, I think. But tell them of the realm of light. We are the faith of the light, and they must become the beacon. It is a strong challenge.
Throughout this, the young man had been nodding. It is Imaar an-Amrah, High Ward, realm of light. And I will bear your words close at heart.
And so Imaar an-Amrah came to pass.
OOC: I hope North King doesn't object to my pseudo-Arabic for the Nahsjad language. "Amar ba Jalani an-Amakar al-lin'Tehabi" is something along the lines of "Amar, son of Jalani, of the Amakar family, of [a people conquered by] the Tehabi clan". A person of originally Tehabi blood would simply be "at-Tenabi".
There was a light knock on the door. Knowing that his much-cherished privacy was to be intruded upon one last time for the day, Ailrin raised himself from his seat and hobbled to the door. The wooden panels creaked as he opened them. One would hardly guess the hall of wards to be younger even than the city, itself but a century old, so ancient did the building now appear. As he mused silently on the passing of time, Ailrin noticed the young man standing opposite the threshold. Young, dark-skinned and handsome, this was one of the few Nahsjad acolytes. Ailrin chastised himself for failing to guess by the name.
Hello, sir, High Ward Ailrin. I you are aware of my request for a meeting, yes? I am Amar ba Jalani, Amar ba Jalani an-Amakar al-lin'Tehabi, and an acolyte. The young man, really little more than a boy, no more than sixteen years since naming, quaked a bit with nervousness, Ailrin noted. He soon recalled also that the Nahsjad do not date ages from name-day but from birth. Strange people.
Yes, yes, I remember, I remember. Do not take my old age and doddering appearance for intellectual weakness, my boy! I remember that you wished to travel on another mission again so soon after your return, something about your people trusting one of their own. I admire your zeal. While he said this, Ailrin returned to his seat. Be seated! Its too hot to stand around and chat, far too hot. How you lot live in greater heat than this I will never know. I have not left this island for your deserts since I was only a bit older than you. So, what is it that you wished to speak with the High Ward about, exactly?
The manAmar, Ailrin admonished himselfmouthed a few words before speaking, perhaps gathering his thoughts. I have spoken with some of the other wards here in the city, but none had a sufficient answer for me. None have traveled into the Nahsjad lands; they leave that task to the acolytes these days, and no wards here are old enough to have been acolytes sent south in their youth. I wish to bring our faith to my people, that they might leave behind all vestiges of darkness. It is our great and noble duty to teach all the danger the world faces, and to spread the word of the struggle. Here he paused. Ailrin nodded, more to himself than to Amar. Nonetheless, Amar seemed to take the gesture as confirmation to hurry on.
Yet I do not think I am up to explaining our beliefs to the Tehabi leaders. They are steeped in traditional beliefs, and many will not listen. They have come to adopt many of your Gallatene customs, yet reluctance remains. What of our own identity?
Ailrin considered this for a moment. A memory came to him. It was decades ago when I last went among your people. The Tehabi were not so ascendant then as now, and I am afraid I do not know if they will react differently from others. But I learned, in my mission work, that the Nahsjad of this region, and perhaps the Tehabi as well, see themselves apart. You must minister to that. I called the community of the faith the realm of light, and many were convinced that theirs must become that realm. I cannot remember the Nahsjad words any longer. Imer something, I think. But tell them of the realm of light. We are the faith of the light, and they must become the beacon. It is a strong challenge.
Throughout this, the young man had been nodding. It is Imaar an-Amrah, High Ward, realm of light. And I will bear your words close at heart.
And so Imaar an-Amrah came to pass.
OOC: I hope North King doesn't object to my pseudo-Arabic for the Nahsjad language. "Amar ba Jalani an-Amakar al-lin'Tehabi" is something along the lines of "Amar, son of Jalani, of the Amakar family, of [a people conquered by] the Tehabi clan". A person of originally Tehabi blood would simply be "at-Tenabi".
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
King Kral'taq of Birisa and Chief of the Clans of Hafnid looked out amongst his people from the palace balcony, those who had arrayed beneath him to listen to him. Indeed the Bisrian nation that Kral'taq's forefathers had built was strong, yet his people remained untained by the soft living of the more 'inferior peoples' of this world.
He called upon his trumpeters with a flourish of the hand and stronde out to the poduim on the balcony from which he would address his subjects.... the crowd slowly fell silent, indeed Kral'taq after he slew his rival and brother Gre'saz for the throne after his father's death, and then went on to ritualitically drink his brother's blood, he gained the respect of his peoples.
'People of Bisiria' he began 'The Bisirian nation must expand, we must take some of the yet to be pacified Hafnid territory to the south of us in the Hafnid mountains. We can no longer stand by while our fellow Hafnids do not reside under the benevelent rule of the House of Bisiria!'
The crowd roared, ready, and perhaps even eager for the bloodshed ahead.
'The proud people of Bisiria have been denied what is right for far too long, we shall have it, or we shall take it!'
The crowd was estatic.
Kral'taq had done what had come to do. Without another word he left the poduim and strode back into the palace. On the wall was a map of the borders of his realm.. He plotted. No he would not seek war with his neighbours, they were too powerful and indeed could be better allies... But the mountains to the south and across the seas.... Those were becoming options.
As always Kral'taq thought about long into the night.
He called upon his trumpeters with a flourish of the hand and stronde out to the poduim on the balcony from which he would address his subjects.... the crowd slowly fell silent, indeed Kral'taq after he slew his rival and brother Gre'saz for the throne after his father's death, and then went on to ritualitically drink his brother's blood, he gained the respect of his peoples.
'People of Bisiria' he began 'The Bisirian nation must expand, we must take some of the yet to be pacified Hafnid territory to the south of us in the Hafnid mountains. We can no longer stand by while our fellow Hafnids do not reside under the benevelent rule of the House of Bisiria!'
The crowd roared, ready, and perhaps even eager for the bloodshed ahead.
'The proud people of Bisiria have been denied what is right for far too long, we shall have it, or we shall take it!'
The crowd was estatic.
Kral'taq had done what had come to do. Without another word he left the poduim and strode back into the palace. On the wall was a map of the borders of his realm.. He plotted. No he would not seek war with his neighbours, they were too powerful and indeed could be better allies... But the mountains to the south and across the seas.... Those were becoming options.
As always Kral'taq thought about long into the night.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Have stats been updated? I think I will send orders this turn.
a_propagandist
The Light Brigadier
I would be interested in picking up the Ritti again. Is that alright with you, NK?
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Busy week, orders coming soon.
North King
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Hmm. Dannydehz took them while you were gone. Can you work that out with him?
a_propagandist
The Light Brigadier
Never mind then. I'll look for another nation to pick up.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
You're seriously itching for an attack, aren't you 
? You're not supposed to be advertising yourself so strongly- it only makes more people aware that you're there.
? You're not supposed to be advertising yourself so strongly- it only makes more people aware that you're there.
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Orders will be sent sometime tonight.
das
Regeneration In Process
They are. He was only referring to his own, I believe.
North King, out of curiosity, do the stories posted after the deadline but before the update (especially if it's more than a day before the update) still counted?
North King, out of curiosity, do the stories posted after the deadline but before the update (especially if it's more than a day before the update) still counted?
North King
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Yes and yes to the last two posts.
Mithradates
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I'd like to claim the Nahari Empire if that is ok.
