End of Empires - N3S III

Yep.

Preferably something peaceful who trades.

Also, a navyy would be good.

"Peaceful who trades" would probably get you Noaunnaha in the far west, or Serkos in the southeast, or Yevel or Chapru in the north. Though to include Yevel you have to take out the "peaceful" bit.

Of those, Noaunnaha probably is the easiest to play right now, since it's got almost no real threats; Yevel or Chapru have roughly equal potential. Serkos would be the rough equivalent of playing Singapore. Except, you know, minus all the modern-age perks that make Singapore cool, so it's kinda just a tiny city state. :p

Can I join as Hai Vithana?

Diplo:
From:Hai Vithana
To:Laitra Empire
We offer a hefty sum of money to buy a strip of land leading into the tropical south. Name your price.

You may certainly join! On the balance, though, I'd like to note that countries in this era really didn't tend to purchase or sell lands; rulers view their territory as something quite personal. Honestly, you'll have an easier time convincing most kings to part with their daughters than even the most worthless province.

Hey guys, can I join? And if I can, what are the open spots? And could someone please guide me to the last update and the state of the world? Thanks.

You can always join. If you want advice on which countries to take, I'll need slightly more direction than "anything not yet taken" though. ;)
 
No no no, I take Nóaúnnáhá. Although I won't be able to join before December, but I doubt that this will be updated by then. :p
 
No, stating a fact. :p
 
I'm interested in Noaunnaha. Do they have any pre-made cultural things that one should know before playing them? Or stats?
 
Nooo, I said I'm taking it already! [pissed]
 
I'll take Serkos, perhaps. Or Gadia, if that was taken. Something small and easy to start with- its my first time with a NES.
 
:lmao: Arrow Gamer's city state is Serkos
 
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The Cöstere, are the order that is closest to the Yondar. Why would they be here? Aethid thought as he watched the sage walk in through the opened door. It is an honour for a sage of the Cöstere to visit one's own home. It could mean anything though. Aethid snapped back to reality, and watched and listened intently as the sage began to speak.

"Aethìd, these lands are under Londel's guidance. His people who were called the Yondar, rule over the lands with justice. But, let me tell you, of the creation of the five worlds and the first breaths of humanity on our world of Mydram."

Aethid, having heard this story many times, truly became confused. "Why are you here and how do you know my name?" Aethid asked.

"Now now, you will find out soon enough." The old sage flashed a grin at Aethid, yet it was only a grin, and nothing was behind it.

"In the beginning, there were two worlds with a void of chaos between them. These two worlds were called Jotlan and Yolkner. The worlds of fire, and ice. On these worlds, the strangest of creatures came into being. The Aloten, a race of giants, formed out of the chaos. The Aloten then fell to the worlds of Yolkner and Kötlan, where they grew into their own separate beings."

"The Aloten on the icy world of Yolkner, became the Re Yolk. They were peaceful, and their society was one of perfection, and they stood as a beacon of light in the young multiverse. This stood, until the Köten came into being."

"The Köten, as the Aloten on Kötlan began to call themselves, grew to be very aggressive, and would brave the storms of the chaos, to attack the Re Yolk, and level their beautiful cities with fire and magma. They could wield fire, where the Aloten controlled the element of water."

"Eventually, a bridge was formed between the two and a massive war started which changed the heavens forever. The Köten and the Re Yolk used their powers against each other on the bridge. Ice met fire in the chaos and a new world was created. This world was called Yondìn. A new group of powerful beings came to live on this new world, and called themselves the Yondar. The Yondar could control all of the elements, and so held the the opposing sides in place and brought balance to the three worlds. Once the worlds were brought to order, their leader, Londel, forced the chaos into a new world name Hal. The Yondar locked the chaos into this world so that it could not escape. The chaos, angry that the Yondar would do such a thing, brooded in the depths of Hal for time immemorial as peace reigned throughout the multiverse. Eventually, the seals on Hal weakened enough to let little gasps through. One gasp hit Yondìn and the Yondar attacked the chaos once more. The chaos broke loose and the battle between the Yondar and the chaos went all over the void. Eventually the chaos was thrown back into Hal, but it was too late. The damage had already been done as another world, our own was formed. Another world, had come into being from the chaos. Great reptiles roamed our world, some say that some of them breathed fire."

"The Yondar, attempting to fix the situation to the best of their ability, killed most of the reptiles. Evidence can be seen to the South, where the battles occurred. Still no water can be found in these areas. Once victorious, the Yondar called the world Mydram and the first humans were created in the image of the Yondar out of the mud and clay. To this day, the battle for the heavens continues, and a new Era will begin again, next time the chaos breaks it's bounds."

The Sage looked at Aethid, with a look of knowing on his face. Aethid recognized it, and asked the question. "Why are you here father, if just to tell me the story?" Aethid looked at the sage, and the sage finally answered. "In some of us, the Yondar placed a gift, an ability to contact them, and to talk to them as well. You Aethid, are of the enlightened few who can keep in contact with the Yondar."

"What makes you say this father?" Aethid asked.

"Have you ever dreamed of talking with Londel himself? Have you ever felt the reverberations of his voice through your skull? Have you ever noticed that you were able to remember those dreams?"
"Yes father, though I have not thought it important till now." answered Aethid.
Do you wish to join the most esteemed order of the Cöstere?" "I do father." Aethid answered. "Good. Go to the temple, they are awaiting you there. Your training will begin when you arrive." The Cöstere sage turned, and glided out of the room.

Later, Aethid walked up to the steps of the temple, the stones crunching under his feet. Robed figures stood on either side, as he went up the steps. He counted the sages as he passed them. There were thirty of the Cöstere in all. Aethid walked into the temple, and the darkness surrounded him.
"Be one with your surroundings." came a voice that reverberated through the temple. "Use your senses to guide you."

Then, the doors closed behind him. He went to open them, but he could not. Inside, it was purely black, as if no light had been in this room for a while. The stone was hard on his bare feet as he stumbled through the dark. He ran into a wall and hit the ground hard. Groaning in pain, he got up, and continued onward.

"Let your senses guide you." came the voice, which seemed to be further away, but still echoed through the chamber. Aethid followed the wall until he reached a ledge. He laid down onto the cold ground and felt for something, anything near it. They were stairs. He had found his destination. Aethid, ignoring his senses, went down the stairs, and was hit with something hard. He stumbled off in bewilderment, and prepared to fight his opponent, who was already gone. More careful than before, he continued down the stairs. After a while the stairs ended, and Aethid was again stumbling through the dark. "Use your senses to guide you." the voice reverberated off of the arc like walls of what was obviously a cavern. Something hit him again in the legs, and knocked Aethid off his feet. Aethid got up, and continued. "Why do you want to become one of us? Do you feel you deserve it?" "No! " Aethid shouted in reply for the first time. Then the the thing, a stick, hit him again.

He stumbled through the dark, defensless and under assault and then tripped and landed on the ground hard. Something clattered across the floor, something wooden. He groped around for it on the stone floor and found it. He picked it up and the stick hit him again on the left. "Listen to your senses. Hear my voice. Feel your surroundings." The stick hit Aethid again, this time from his left.

Aethid began to redden and became enraged at the Cöstere. "What is this for? Why are you doing this to me? How about this, I beat you, and then I leave?" then an orangish flash appeared in the darkness, and pain shot up his arm, which quickly became wet with blood. He dropped his stick, and picked it up again to only be rapped on the head by his opponents' stick. Aethid carried his weapon, and now stayed silent, while clutching his arm. He listened to the sounds in the cavern, and began to hear footsteps over his beating heart. He followed the footsteps and managed to swing at the Cöstere sage with his stick. The Cöstere sage dodged the stick and pulled it out of Aethid's hands. "Good child, you have learned the first lesson. Follow my steps, and you may just survive." Dripping sounded on the cavern wall, and Aethid was completely lost and the only directions he had was the sound of the sage's footsteps on the cavern floor.
 
The men came into his house.

Iza did not think they would. After all, he was far from the road. And further from the river. He lived among a stand of trees deep within the forest, a sad shanty built from clapboard. His father had been a hunter, before a bear mauled him. Then he was just a sick old man who Iza had to tend until he coughed his last. He had prayed to Yleth that nothing would come to kill him, but clearly that god hated him or was not there, because the men came.

His aged mother who could no longer speak croaked a harsh note of alarm, but the soldiers merely laughed in their strange tongues and threw her to the ground. The cookpot fell into the fire as he stammered that he was not a soldier, that he would show them the road, do anything they asked. The coals scattered across the floor. They killed his mother then, driving a spear through her body. It was a horrible thing. “Where gold?” shouted the largest of the three, a hulking brute whose wide eyes marked him as a demon rider of the far west. “Where gold?” he asked again, almost tenderly, as he drew a knife and ground it into Iza’s palm. He screamed, then.

Iza was not a bad man. But he had done some things earlier in life of which he was not proud. He was not a good hunter, and not a good farmer. But he was a decent bandit. He tried to rob people who looked like they could afford it, mostly because robbing starving children and poor farmers got him nothing in return.

He gasped, “I have gold!” The man stopped, and a slow smile came over his broad face. “Gold,” he replied, melodiously. Iza had one item of precious value, a silver necklace set with an onyx stone that he had taken off a stupid merchant. He prized up the floorboard and thrust it out to the soldier, his hand trembling as rivulets of blood ran down the silver. His fellows had grown tired of smashing Iza’s pots and joined him, and they started shouting excitedly in their tongue. The big one said something slow in reply, and quicker than lightning, they were wrestling with one another for the necklace.

That was when he decided to run.

They did not follow him, but the sounds of shouting and violence pursued him as he made for the animal tracks his father had showed him when he was a boy. He clutched his hand, whimpering, regretting every moment that he had decided to sin against the gods. It was terrifying to walk the forest at night, as there were great boars, wolves, and bears twice the size of a man.

No longer, though, for him.

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Prince Laeng was seated upon the sejit, the ceremonial mat woven from river reeds upon which the leader of the Xieni people had sat since there was a Xieni people. Attendants carried it with him; there was no other place that tradition would allow him to sit.

Laeng did not live in a palace like most great men. King Itae, his great-grandfather, had decreed that there would be no palace but the homes of his countrymen. Itae had been wise, as wise as his father had been foolish, who had always grumbled at the decree that had made them 'beggar kings.' Even as the Redeemer showered Laeng with new lands and subjects, and the warlord of the Vischa showered him and his own with bribes and promises, he remained a perpetual visitor, a borrower of his noble subjects homes. This worked to his favor in several ways, Laeng knew; the King of the Xieni had no home, because he did not need one. All homes were his. All lands were his. And the true palace, the sejit, moved with him. He stayed humble, he spoke to many people, and he did not grow indolent and fat.

His son Taexi, like his father, had grumbled at the lack of a true home. Taexi had spent too much time in Atracta with the other young princelings. Laeng whispered prayers to many gods in his heart, hoping that time would reveal the right path. But Taexi was a true student of the Kaphaiavai. Many of the chants and forms of Ardavan he did find greatly useful in cultivating his own inner peace. But that peace had been disturbed by the shouting matches between Taexi and Laeng about the religion of their people, and the Prince of the Wind's lack of...fervor in converting them.

He had been away for too long, meeting with the emissaries of Avetas, meeting with the emissaries of...others. Wisdom did lie in caution, but foolishness lay in excess. The eternal court, he called his mind. Ever judging, rarely deciding. He had not seated himself on the sejit for weeks, it seemed. It was heartening to finally be able to think.

"The petitioner, serenity," said his advisor, with a puzzled tone of voice that indicated he had already attempted to get his Prince's attention several times.

"Ah," exclaimed Laeng. "Yes. I hope you found the most wretched of the refuge-seekers within our walls."

"He is truly pitiful, serenity." He withdrew in a tactful and practiced manner.

Laeng had a secret tradition. Whenever there was a decision he could not make, he sought out the poorest of the poor to make it for him. Laeng was a student of the great Balance of light and shadow that had once stilled all his people's hearts, before the tumults of warring gods had rippled the tranquil pool. Even if the time of worshiping the Balance was coming to an end, he had to make his peace. And that meant, for a brief moment, putting the greatest man of the land at the mercy of the weakest.

His advisor had not lied to him. The man was pitiful: A sallow face, bandaged hand, and torn clothes hanging off of a half-starved body. Surrounded by the simple elegance of the room, he looked like a gigantic insect crouching on a maiden's bed. Laeng smiled at the wry amusement of the thought.

"Sit at my floor and take rest, be it meet," said the prince. The man merely nodded. His eyes looked somewhat hollow, the Prince observed. He was twitchy, looking sidelong with the air of someone who was weighing a burden of guilt. It did not necessarily mean much, but the man's inability to meet his eyes spoke of shame, fear...many things that dominated the minds of many men. Perhaps he too would have been like him, were he poor and ragged.

"Your name?" said Laeng kindly.

"Iza," the man replied.

"You are named for the Dark Hunter? Then you must be from the west."

"Yes. South of Xiuko. Though, Xiuko is..."

"Gone, yes, I know. Iza, do you know why you are here?"

"No," he replied, simply. Laeng liked a man of simplicity. Admittedly, he looked like a broken wreck, but the Prince knew from experience that men often needed to be broken in order to be reforged.

"I want to ask you a question."

"Why?"

Laeng smiled. "Duty is the answer to almost any question I can be asked."

The man scratched his face, but did not feel like responding to this.

"There are two men, Iza. Two very great and powerful men. Each of them want your allegiance. Each of them will try to kill you if you choose the other. Which man do you choose?"

"Which is more powerful?" he said back.

"Ah...say that they are both equally powerful."

"Which man is more gracious?"

"They are both gracious men, well schooled in flattery and praise."

Iza shrugged. "Then why does it matter which you choose?"

"Ah, well, that is the trouble. One of the men wishes to take your mind away and enslave you to his will. The other has invaded your lands and killed many to threaten you into action. Both of these men are evil in their own ways. And both of these men are good in their own ways."

He paused, leaning forward, the light glinting off of his silver mask.

"Which do I accept, Iza? The loss of myself, or the loss of those around me?"

Iza frowned. "A father shapes the minds of his children."

Laeng smiled. "Well said. But it does not help me."

Iza's frown deepened. "My family is dead," he said flatly.

"If you can answer my question, I will give you enough silver to start a new one," the Prince said.

At this, Iza bristled. "You answered your own question."

Laeng thought for a moment. He had always been a student of riddles. Mentally, he replayed the conversation. But he was at a loss.

"Duty," came Iza's voice.

Laeng said, "Ah." It was not the answer his heart had hoped for. But it was the one his mind approved.

"We are all slaves. But your duty is to many. The man who has made those many suffer most, you can never follow. When the first blow is struck, the bridge is broken."

Laeng regained his serene smile. "I was going to give you this mask as a reward," he said. "But it seems I may need it for some time longer."

"I do not want your mask, my Prince. But you can give me something."

"And what is that, Iza?"

"A sword."
 
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