Golden1Knight
Emperor
Five years and only 22 updates? 
Happy birthday EoE.
Happy birthday EoE.
End of Empires - N3S III
- Thread starter North King
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Luckymoose
The World is Mine
TO: Taexi
FROM: Ephasir
I do not fear your wrath. The drums of war call us all to our true deaths, Taexi. You will remember my name.
TO: Taro, Prince of the Scroll
FROM: Ephasir, Prince of Bone
His lies run deep. His tyranny, absolute. You may ride as you ride, to battle or home. Cherished are my memories. I will play the spear's song for you, brother.
Symphony D.
Deity
Pretty much every 3D projection method requires an Equirectangular input (2:1) or Mercator (1:1) unless you really want to screw around with texturing. One of the nice things about ArcGIS is it allows a given raster input to be georeferenced to a particular projection (i.e., assigning a Winkel-Tripel coordinate system to a raster image of a WT map) and then can alter the raster to fit other coordinate systems automatically. Theoretically it should also be able to do this without artifacting if set to Nearest Neighbor, though it's been awhile since I've used it. If that's out of the way, something like this could probably be done.
Projecting onto a sphere in a program like 3ds Max is superior for rendering still shots, but would require some kind of web client with 3D capability like Java or Flash to be easily accessible.
North King
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Sounds good.
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
....well, I saw my death coming
I'll play Seehlt out to the end. Well played, Lucky.
I'll play Seehlt out to the end. Well played, Lucky.
TheMeanestGuest
Warlord
And There He Fell
The city was quiet on that morning. Those who found themselves out of doors were gripped by a sudden apprehension, and it was that they hurried down those great and silent streets until they should come to some shelter from that crushing stillness. Perhaps unease was borne on the air itself, for a cold wind had come down from the north, and grey clouds had settled over that city, and each one carried in its tempestuous heart a most peculiar anticipation - snow.
The harbour should have been filled with a hundred sails and a hundred more from each corner of the world, but on that day it was not. Upon the docks should have laboured a great and noisy throng, men of strong back and sun bronzed skin. Though they did not know it, it was they who were the blood of the great engine of commerce - steady and solid. But on that day the docks were empty, and it was left to the gulls. There were no ships upon the water as far as the eye could see, save a bedraggled clutch that sat itself in the midst of that harbour, huddled close about each other. A once-great fleet, now less so. They had stowed their deep red sails, and they waited. As the first flake of snow was born, as it drifted, and as it melted upon the air, a single ship set out from the company of its brothers.
It powered forward as its oars cut the water, and at its prow was a man who had once been young, but who had grown older. Yet still, one could not say that he had become old. Grey spread slowly out from his temples, true, and it flecked his beard, and there were lines upon his face that had not been there before, but so too was there still a vigour to his form and pose. He was of that age where memory of youth burns strong within the breast, but he was of that age where that ultimate resignation presses down upon the shoulders, and weighs yet heavier upon the soul. He was Kaltas Nire, and he went to face his fate.
Though carried by a craft small and insignificant, the messenger who had come in the depths of the night bore dire words. Those words accused him of crimes multiple and varied. They said that falseness was his delight. They said that he was a traitor, and they said that he must submit. His men had cried out when these words were spoken, they had sought to drown them out with the fury of their voices, they had unsheathed their swords, and they had called for blood. But Kaltas Nire simply stood, and nodded once. He was a servant of the Republic, he said, and he would bow before its will.
Tears were upon many faces as that single ship set out on that cold grey morning, but those men gnashed not their teeth, and they tore not at their clothes and hair, and they did not call out. They were soldiers, and they were loyal to their prelate.
None greeted them upon the dock, and Kaltas Nire knew then that it was death that the Red Chamber sought for him. He made to go alone, but in this only were his men unfaithful, and they would not allow it, and so at last he relented, and secretly he was glad for it. His friend Eandar walked at his side, and a hundred more were about them. They walked, and ten thousand silent eyes peered out at them from the buildings of the city, and the old Imperial Palace loomed in the distance, and it seemed that so quickly were they before it. There at last were they greeted, and stood upon the square were five hundred and more Green Brothers, who are charged to defend Order and Republic, who are without peer in battle, and who are brave and sure upon the field. They held still their spears and their shields of burnished bronze, and they stood there in good order in their white linen armour and green cloaks, tall and fearsome helms set upon their heads. At their fore was Rhoedas, the Golden Bastard, who all knew was Brother of the Order in name only, who was vain and cruel, and who was said to be child of the line of Imperial Opulens. The Golden Bastard wore not the garb of the Daharai, and instead was mantled in rich silk of indigo. At rest upon his shoulder was his great sword, which he treasured most, and with which he had cut in twain many who had stood before him. There was a smile upon his lips, and he called out: "Kaltas Nire! You are named traitor to the Republic. You are named foe to all true Brothers of the Order. You are named criminal, and degenerate, and villain. By order of the Red Chamber are you stripped of your command, and of your rank, and by order of the Red Chamber are you forever severed from the Serene Order of the Daharai. Cast down your sash."
And so he cast it down.
"Cast down your helm."
And so he cast it down.
"Cast down your sword."
But he could not cast down his sword, for a fire then kindled deep within him, and it was that he remembered his pride. He remembered when none hailed him as hero, and he remembered when none had died by his word or by his blade, and he remembered when he knew no single word of wisdom. But in memory only could he find such solace, and it was that he stood both hero and butcher, and it was that he had grown both wise and weary. His men were restless, and he knew then that they would fight, and he knew so too would they die.
"This I cannot do." he said. "I will not allow that I should be brought a criminal before the Hierarchs, I will not allow that I should be shamed before the people, I will not allow that I should be cast into some cold and lightless pit to await the pleasure of my enemy. I am Kaltas Nire, and I will suffer no ignominy."
His men found their blades, and each was ready to do battle, and the Green Brothers shifted, and they gripped tightly their spears. But Kaltas Nire held up his hand, and with that single gesture he brought all to stillness, and he spoke: "But neither shall I see my friends die upon this square. Neither shall I allow that brother should fight brother. And so I demand my ancient right, and I demand that my trial should be here and now, and I demand that it should be in combat." The Hierarchs had gathered upon the steps of the palace , and they huddled together in their pure white robes of office, and they had heard all that had there been said, and their serenity had not faltered. But at these words some among them began to jostle their fellows, and some among them began to hiss and murmur. This they had not anticipated.
Rhoedas laughed, then, and he looked upon the sharp line of his own blade with admiration. "Such is your right, Kaltas Nire! You choose to die by my hand. So be it!" And at that Kaltas drew his own blade, and the two men advanced into the space between. By ancient law there is no ceremony to such a trial, and there is no delay. Rhoedas rolled his shoulders, and he hefted his blade as each man began to circle the other. They drew near, and for a single moment only was there pause as each man looked upon his foe. The Golden Bastard struck first with a great and sudden swing, and Kaltas leaped back, but too late, and he was cut upon his arm. Rhoedas had been confident in his blow, but too confident, and when the strike of his sword did not sink solidly into flesh he found himself unbalanced, and this was to the advantage of Kaltas, who strode in, and delivered a lick from his own blade that cut the Golden Bastard upon his thigh, and he followed quickly with another, and it would have been that then Rhoedas would have died, his belly cut open. But it was not so, for beneath his mantle of indigo he wore a shirt of fine metal scales, and the blade of Kaltas danced across it, and found no flesh. Rhoedas laughed again, and it echoed in the silent square, and the Golden Bastard struck again at Kaltas. It was that they fought one against the other for many moments, striving for advantage, and it was that ere it ended each bore many cuts from his opponent, but end it did. At last the blade of Kaltas struck true, and it went cleanly through the neck of Rhoedas, who was the Golden Bastard, and his fine mantle of indigo was fine no more, for it was soiled by blood, and rent in many places. And he fell upon the ground.
Kaltas stood alone, and all was silent. "And so I am free." he said. He seemed to reach for something, then, and he too fell upon the ground, and he closed his eyes. Eandar rushed to his side, and he called out to Kaltas, and shook him gently. And there too was Sadar, though later none could say from whence he came, so sudden was his arrival, and he held Kaltas's hand in his own. Death seemed to hold back a moment then, and Kaltas stirred, and spoke his final words: "Eandar." he said, softly. "There is a dream that is the Republic. It passes to you that it must be realized. Walk not upon the path I chose, or that of those who came before us, for I see now that those paths lead not unto Enlightenment. There is strength in our people. Embrace it, forge a new path. I think... I think that of all of us it is you who shall know Enlightenment, my brother." Kaltas looked to the sky, then. "Ah. I had always wanted to see it snow."
And then he was gone.
Those white flakes drifted down, and the warmth of life left his body on that cold wind. The people came then, slowly at first, as Sadar and Eandar - and even the Green Brothers - stood their vigil. In ones in twos, and then in a great flood. They laid flowers upon him where he fell, in the hundreds and in the thousands, and by nightfall a hill of bright colours seemed to have grown of a sudden before the steps of the palace. Peace reigned in the city that day, and it was Kaltas Nire who had made it so. He was Kaltas Nire, and in the end he was remembered not for conquest, nor for glory, but for the good that he had done.
das
Regeneration In Process
The Ayasi stands by his father's Declaration of Protection. Since Moti armies have not been invited to fight alongside the Redeemer of the Kothari, he will not take part in the conflict personally. Nonetheless he will discourage outside forces from intervening in this war, on pain of Moti retribution.
Golden1Knight
Emperor
It is with regret that I, Kalimethar II proclaim my domain the islands that my father discovered. These will be called Mourning Islands.
Now, about this aggressive proclamation, all I have to say is that if you fear that I somehow support the rebels, you're not thinking clearly. I can believe in the cause of these rebels, but to risk an open conflict for them? That would be stupid. So, do not worry, it will not come of Jipha interferences in this war. The only thing that will do to the rebels is to offer them exile, as every political leader deserves.
We recommend that you dialogue with the rebels. It seems they are trying to regain the long lost freedom.
Now, about this aggressive proclamation, all I have to say is that if you fear that I somehow support the rebels, you're not thinking clearly. I can believe in the cause of these rebels, but to risk an open conflict for them? That would be stupid. So, do not worry, it will not come of Jipha interferences in this war. The only thing that will do to the rebels is to offer them exile, as every political leader deserves.
We recommend that you dialogue with the rebels. It seems they are trying to regain the long lost freedom.
Why the noble King Kalimethar II believes that our proclamation of no tolerance towards any who interfere in our affairs indicates any personal suspicion on our part about his intentions in particular is beyond the comprehension of the Redeemer, who has none but the friendliest sentiments towards Jipha. We do, however, have a piece of advice to give you: your habit of giving unsought and almost treasonous advice - far too fitted to some kind of fantastic age where people know no lordship or respect for their betters and think they can determine their own lives' course independent of their rightful lord - may, one of these days, bring destruction on your head from a hand less restrained and more intemperate than our own, and we do not believe we are the first, or even the second, to indicate this unto you. May peace and understanding be forever upon your head.
das
Regeneration In Process
(Also, I sincerely hope you're lying with the whole long lost freedom line. Seeing as it is very explicitly a Satar governor issuing a traditional Satar challenge for leadership without even trying to put on freedom-loving airs.)
Seeing as it is very explicitly a Satar governor issuing a traditional Satar challenge for leadership without even trying to put on freedom-loving airs.)
Golden1Knight
Emperor
(Also, I sincerely hope you're lying with the whole long lost freedom line.
(Nah, the King was just dramatizing the fact that the vassals of the Redeemer are dissatisfied with his government. Saying "The rebels seek meanly they are the new tyrants" would not cause a good impression.
Also, I think NK decided to explore rebellions. The Redeemer will have to cut many heads to keep the land in order.
)North King
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Some random things I drew the other day (I did not have a good scanner handy, and didn't bother unifying colors at all ):
The world from the perspective of the Moti. The world map is modeled, loosely, after the descriptions given in the Tale of the Moti-hero Kirost -- the world centered on the feast tent of Eso Soggo in Gaci, with the various rings encircling it -- the furthest obviously being plagued by bandits and such. There hasn't really been a consistent design for Uggor writing, so it's all in our alphabet.
The world from the perspective of the Faronun. Rather more accurate than most people's conceptions of the world; this particular Faronun geographer avoided putting anything on his map that he did not have a fair amount of corroboration for (the search for truth being holy, etc.). He simply leaves the parts he doesn't know as much about blank. All of the place names are written in Faronun script.
There's a Satar map as well, but I haven't assembled it on my computer yet; I'll post it when I do. I'll think about doing some others -- maybe Dulama.
):
The world from the perspective of the Moti. The world map is modeled, loosely, after the descriptions given in the Tale of the Moti-hero Kirost -- the world centered on the feast tent of Eso Soggo in Gaci, with the various rings encircling it -- the furthest obviously being plagued by bandits and such. There hasn't really been a consistent design for Uggor writing, so it's all in our alphabet.
The world from the perspective of the Faronun. Rather more accurate than most people's conceptions of the world; this particular Faronun geographer avoided putting anything on his map that he did not have a fair amount of corroboration for (the search for truth being holy, etc.). He simply leaves the parts he doesn't know as much about blank. All of the place names are written in Faronun script.
There's a Satar map as well, but I haven't assembled it on my computer yet; I'll post it when I do. I'll think about doing some others -- maybe Dulama.
das
Regeneration In Process
Great to see that, NK. It's much as I envisioned it. Sadly scripts aren't my strong side. Maybe Ninja Dude can make one?
tuxedohamm
Disguised as crow.
Díarmad u Dael
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
*The following occurred prior to the update. While Dael was still under direct siege from Dulama.
The seas had been calm and the winds favorable during the trip from Naranué to Dael. Díarmad had made good time. His crew had asked few question, but he knew they were burning to know what they were doing so close to land controlled by Dulama. They were not warriors. They had dealt with their share of pirates, but quick sailing prevented most attacks from being successful. The few times anyone managed to successfully board, they were quickly dispatched to the unmerciful sea. However, risking the ship by approaching Dulama was a different matter.
The sailors watched the shore carefully. They saw the signs of war, bodies, burnt fields; but the camps of Dulama warriors did not appear to be camping directly on the shore. This benefited the early journey of Díarmad, but it risked complicating the final part of their trip. Dael was likely surrounded and would be tricky to enter.
Díarmad had prepared as best he could. Before approaching Dael proper, Díarmad brought out the first secret, a wooden carving of the same wood as the ship. He had seen them in port before, but it was the u Húnnáhá within his crew that understood what it was better than even Díarmad. The carving was that of the Great-Beast of the Jackal Ship-Family, or rather Ghost-Family of Nóaúnnáhá. Díarmad looked it over, but quickly had his crew lash it to the prowl of his ship. He would enter Dael, not as a trade ship of Naran, but as one of Nóaúnnáhá.
Further into the night, Maírn u Nuín, wife of Ón Dael (1) watched as a single ship quietly oared to the docks. She stood in the shadows, guards within site but not too close to give her position away. Standing with her was Níall u Dael, her second eldest son; Tirné u Dael, her eldest daughter; Kellán u Dael, her youngest daughter; and Eúan u Dael, her youngest son who was held close by Tirné. Eúan though nearly a decade old was very sensitive and nervous about what was occurring. Tirné quietly hummed to Eúan to keep him from crying, while the others kept a tense watch with their mother during the warm night.
Maírn noted the markings of the Jackal Ghost-Family lashed onto the prow. At a distance it looked like any other Nóaúnnáhá ship, but as it approached, it was clear that the Great-Beast had been added well after the ships construction, and possible in conditions more difficult that port. This addition was her clue that the ship came for her and her family. She would soon be heading back to her home in Naranue with her children. Her husband was remaining in Dael until it fell and him with it, or the Dulama were driven back to the depths from which they spawned. Her eldest son, Cáedhín u Dael would also remain behind. As heir to his father, it was his duty to do as his father would. For all they were aware, Cáedhín would be Ón Dael before Maírn returned.
As the ship came to a rest, a man jumped to the dock with a grace that belied the age his face bore. One of the guards approached him, and they spoke quickly. A quick wave of the guards hand was all the signal that Maírn required. With a measured urgency, she directed her children towards the ship, keeping close step behind. The guard and sailor along with other sailors still on board quickly lifted the family on board. The guard handed the sailor a couple bags, the few things Maírn could gather before they rushed to the docks. The sailor tossed them to others on board and scrambled up a rope back to the ship. As quick as the ship and arrived, it was now pushing away from the dock and heading away from the city.
As they moved through the water, the sailor approached Maírn, Greetings, Maírn u Nuín, wife of Ón Dael. My name is Díarmad u Dael. Welcome to your ship.
Thank you, Díarmad u Dael. But you are still captain of this ship. It belongs to you.
Díarmad lowered his head at the comment, U Ón Dael, you allowed my parents and I as a child to be part of Táelic u Dael. If nothing, this made us more than the worthless street hawkers we were when Limach ruled us. For that, this ship is yours to command.
Maírn stood for a moment, eyeing the man. Though, it had been many decades since Ón Dael and her initially felt that anyone could be part of Táelic u Dael, this man seemed too old to describe himself as a child during that time. She was old herself by this point, being nearly six decades herself. The birthhelper(2) even saying with amazement that she was uncertain how Maírn had survived the arrival of Eúan; it already being a shock that she had been with child at that age anyway. Yet, Díarmad stood before her with the rough aged look of a person years older.
His life must be rough. She thought to herself before saying with a smile, Then to Naranue we sail.
----
1- As the lineage of táelic leader moves from father to son, the wife of the leader is commonly referred to by her birth táelic and the individual who she wed. Maírn in Naran language would be known as Maírn u Nuín u Ón Dael. Children of the leader would commonly just be referred to as the name of their clan such as: Níall u Dael. However, formally they would have a title designating them as the children of the leader such as: Níall u Ón Dael. The wife and children could be referred to by title only: U Ón Dael.
2-Birthhelper - nóadhul - A female trained to assist with a childbirth.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
*The following occurred prior to the update. While Dael was still under direct siege from Dulama.
The seas had been calm and the winds favorable during the trip from Naranué to Dael. Díarmad had made good time. His crew had asked few question, but he knew they were burning to know what they were doing so close to land controlled by Dulama. They were not warriors. They had dealt with their share of pirates, but quick sailing prevented most attacks from being successful. The few times anyone managed to successfully board, they were quickly dispatched to the unmerciful sea. However, risking the ship by approaching Dulama was a different matter.
The sailors watched the shore carefully. They saw the signs of war, bodies, burnt fields; but the camps of Dulama warriors did not appear to be camping directly on the shore. This benefited the early journey of Díarmad, but it risked complicating the final part of their trip. Dael was likely surrounded and would be tricky to enter.
Díarmad had prepared as best he could. Before approaching Dael proper, Díarmad brought out the first secret, a wooden carving of the same wood as the ship. He had seen them in port before, but it was the u Húnnáhá within his crew that understood what it was better than even Díarmad. The carving was that of the Great-Beast of the Jackal Ship-Family, or rather Ghost-Family of Nóaúnnáhá. Díarmad looked it over, but quickly had his crew lash it to the prowl of his ship. He would enter Dael, not as a trade ship of Naran, but as one of Nóaúnnáhá.
Further into the night, Maírn u Nuín, wife of Ón Dael (1) watched as a single ship quietly oared to the docks. She stood in the shadows, guards within site but not too close to give her position away. Standing with her was Níall u Dael, her second eldest son; Tirné u Dael, her eldest daughter; Kellán u Dael, her youngest daughter; and Eúan u Dael, her youngest son who was held close by Tirné. Eúan though nearly a decade old was very sensitive and nervous about what was occurring. Tirné quietly hummed to Eúan to keep him from crying, while the others kept a tense watch with their mother during the warm night.
Maírn noted the markings of the Jackal Ghost-Family lashed onto the prow. At a distance it looked like any other Nóaúnnáhá ship, but as it approached, it was clear that the Great-Beast had been added well after the ships construction, and possible in conditions more difficult that port. This addition was her clue that the ship came for her and her family. She would soon be heading back to her home in Naranue with her children. Her husband was remaining in Dael until it fell and him with it, or the Dulama were driven back to the depths from which they spawned. Her eldest son, Cáedhín u Dael would also remain behind. As heir to his father, it was his duty to do as his father would. For all they were aware, Cáedhín would be Ón Dael before Maírn returned.
As the ship came to a rest, a man jumped to the dock with a grace that belied the age his face bore. One of the guards approached him, and they spoke quickly. A quick wave of the guards hand was all the signal that Maírn required. With a measured urgency, she directed her children towards the ship, keeping close step behind. The guard and sailor along with other sailors still on board quickly lifted the family on board. The guard handed the sailor a couple bags, the few things Maírn could gather before they rushed to the docks. The sailor tossed them to others on board and scrambled up a rope back to the ship. As quick as the ship and arrived, it was now pushing away from the dock and heading away from the city.
As they moved through the water, the sailor approached Maírn, Greetings, Maírn u Nuín, wife of Ón Dael. My name is Díarmad u Dael. Welcome to your ship.
Thank you, Díarmad u Dael. But you are still captain of this ship. It belongs to you.
Díarmad lowered his head at the comment, U Ón Dael, you allowed my parents and I as a child to be part of Táelic u Dael. If nothing, this made us more than the worthless street hawkers we were when Limach ruled us. For that, this ship is yours to command.
Maírn stood for a moment, eyeing the man. Though, it had been many decades since Ón Dael and her initially felt that anyone could be part of Táelic u Dael, this man seemed too old to describe himself as a child during that time. She was old herself by this point, being nearly six decades herself. The birthhelper(2) even saying with amazement that she was uncertain how Maírn had survived the arrival of Eúan; it already being a shock that she had been with child at that age anyway. Yet, Díarmad stood before her with the rough aged look of a person years older.
His life must be rough. She thought to herself before saying with a smile, Then to Naranue we sail.
----
1- As the lineage of táelic leader moves from father to son, the wife of the leader is commonly referred to by her birth táelic and the individual who she wed. Maírn in Naran language would be known as Maírn u Nuín u Ón Dael. Children of the leader would commonly just be referred to as the name of their clan such as: Níall u Dael. However, formally they would have a title designating them as the children of the leader such as: Níall u Ón Dael. The wife and children could be referred to by title only: U Ón Dael.
2-Birthhelper - nóadhul - A female trained to assist with a childbirth.
North King
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NK that map is really awesome. I love it, actually have difficulties describing my feelings about it. It's really awesome.
