Tsoate
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How dem stats a coming bub? Need to know how swiftly I can crush these upstart city states on my borders.
End of Empires - N3S III
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North King
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Stats should come soonish.
In other news, I am strongly leaning towards an extended update in the near future. I was angling for Update 30, but I'm willing to be flexible if this current set of shenanigans stretches out longer. Think something like Update 12 -- two or three or four hundred years of development -- like we're zooming out with the camera for a couple of centuries and zooming back in.
In general, since I'm not a big fan of the word "boring" as applied to my updates, I wouldn't call it a "BT". But it's the same thing, functionally.
In other news, I am strongly leaning towards an extended update in the near future. I was angling for Update 30, but I'm willing to be flexible if this current set of shenanigans stretches out longer. Think something like Update 12 -- two or three or four hundred years of development -- like we're zooming out with the camera for a couple of centuries and zooming back in.
In general, since I'm not a big fan of the word "boring" as applied to my updates, I wouldn't call it a "BT". But it's the same thing, functionally.
The Empire of Trahana would like it known that it will not tolerate warfare that disturbs the key trade routes between west and east.
Stats should come soonish.
In other news, I am strongly leaning towards an extended update in the near future. I was angling for Update 30, but I'm willing to be flexible if this current set of shenanigans stretches out longer. Think something like Update 12 -- two or three or four hundred years of development -- like we're zooming out with the camera for a couple of centuries and zooming back in.
In general, since I'm not a big fan of the word "boring" as applied to my updates, I wouldn't call it a "BT". But it's the same thing, functionally.
I think that's a good idea. It looks like we're headed for a conclusion of most of the major outstanding conflicts in the next few years--the war between Leun and the Daharai, the collapse of the Dual Empire, the various conflicts in the Moti Empire, the fallout from the collapse of the Dulama. Maybe they won't be totally resolved by the end of the next update, but they'll be pretty far along at least.
Let it be known also from the mouth of the Redeemer that a conquest of Banur and Ultai by Atsan would not be looked upon in a favourable light, and might indeed be considered both an aggressive move against our vassal the King of Parna and a challenge towards our Exatas in the region.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Satores, Prince of the Vithanama, knows the Kothari have no exatas. They have become content with their luxuries and southern cultures as if fat cows fed from the milk of their Moti and Aitahist masters.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
@Perfectionist: The largest weighted gold coin of the Exatai has been called the Ka'shim since the days of Atraxes. The name means 'new Ka,' the Ka being the coin of ancient Krato which flooded the Sesh and became the de facto currency after Atraxes' great pillage of Krato, requiring recasting.
Perhaps, Satores, we shall meet you or your progeny on the field of battle one day, at the Third, or the Fourth, or the Fifth Armageddon, and on your head will fall your idle boasts, and our exatas shine forth and be made apparent.
CivDad
King of Garama
From: Siand-Rawasar Toch'a, Suebu of the Toch'a, Chairman of Pawinpingyan Harbour
To: The World
The Inatri are a peaceful people, preferring trade. But do not be fooled: Should you invade us, the very spirits of the waters shall bring storms to your shores.
To: The World
The Inatri are a peaceful people, preferring trade. But do not be fooled: Should you invade us, the very spirits of the waters shall bring storms to your shores.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
EEEEEEEEPIC RAP BATTTTLEESSS OF HISTORY
AAAAAAAITAH
VERSUS
JITANUUUUUU
BEGIN
*****
Goddess here, you mere mortal
When anyone hears your name, they’ll just chortle
“Jitanu” really? Yo Momma’s a BlTCH!
Perhaps from bringing forth such a stupid little snitch!
Everything you did, Arasos did better!
Even then your job had to be finished by Sadar!
I’m a goddess, my people are legion,
Your petty little religion has barely a region!
*****
You’re the whore all the girls want to be
All they have to do is pretend that they can see
How many Aitahs are there? Oh wait, we don’t know
Because every little BlTCH wants to have a go!
You claim to be a seer? How can you be so blind?
Clearly Schizophrenia, you of four minds
Without Iehor, your light dies on the vines
None of your lines can beat any of mines
*****
All the Ancestors agree with me to say
“Why won’t that ass stop it’s bray?”
You answered Indagahor’s conundrum in a flash:
“Yes, salvation goes with cash!”
Really? What a cop out!
You’re the biggest of the sell outs
Without any doubts!
*****
You upjumped women can’t control your passions
The only throne you ever sat has become ashen
Even death can’t handle your BlTCH'n
Last corpse not even cold, and you’d already be switching
I’ve made my peace, I’ve found my Iehor
While you grub on the ground, into the heavens I’ll soar!
*****
WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE
EP PIC RAAAAAAAAAAAP BATTLEEEEEEEEEES OF HISTOOOOOOOOORY
AAAAAAAITAH
VERSUS
JITANUUUUUU
BEGIN
*****
Goddess here, you mere mortal
When anyone hears your name, they’ll just chortle
“Jitanu” really? Yo Momma’s a BlTCH!
Perhaps from bringing forth such a stupid little snitch!
Everything you did, Arasos did better!
Even then your job had to be finished by Sadar!
I’m a goddess, my people are legion,
Your petty little religion has barely a region!
*****
You’re the whore all the girls want to be
All they have to do is pretend that they can see
How many Aitahs are there? Oh wait, we don’t know
Because every little BlTCH wants to have a go!
You claim to be a seer? How can you be so blind?
Clearly Schizophrenia, you of four minds
Without Iehor, your light dies on the vines
None of your lines can beat any of mines
*****
All the Ancestors agree with me to say
“Why won’t that ass stop it’s bray?”
You answered Indagahor’s conundrum in a flash:
“Yes, salvation goes with cash!”
Really? What a cop out!
You’re the biggest of the sell outs
Without any doubts!
*****
You upjumped women can’t control your passions
The only throne you ever sat has become ashen
Even death can’t handle your BlTCH'n
Last corpse not even cold, and you’d already be switching
I’ve made my peace, I’ve found my Iehor
While you grub on the ground, into the heavens I’ll soar!
*****
WHO WON?
WHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE
EP PIC RAAAAAAAAAAAP BATTLEEEEEEEEEES OF HISTOOOOOOOOORY
There is a small chapel in Athas, down under the town; the road to it descends precipitously down the steep hillside, over a small rivulet flowing fast and white with foam over the rocks, and onto a small area of flat ground on which this chapel is built, after which the hill again becomes dangerously steep. The chapel can only be accessed with any ease from above, and even so it was a difficult walk down that way for Metexares. It was not the only place where one could worship Opporia in Athas, but it was the only place where one could be sure of not being disturbed except for something of importance. The water from the torrent splashed his shoes as he walked over the low wooden bridge, and he sat down on a stone in front of the building - a small structure held up on rough stone pillars. He turned his back, looking over the valley, and he took off the gilded mask* and laid it on his knee, and sighed quietly, looking out over the valley below. The rivulet ran down into a larger, but still minor, river, that ran from left to right, west to east, along the valley. Somewhere it joined the Had, one supposes.
He tried to gather his thoughts and direct them to the question of which of the candidates to be High Commissioner of the Great Observatory was the right one. Well, who would do it best was obvious; it was clearly that genius from the fringes of the Exatai, from Zeray, who had somehow risen to the middle echelons of the bureaucracy on pure merit. Then there were several possible nominees from the Moti Empire, and two complete incompetents who were both local Ardavanis from princely families, and an unremarkable Satar bureaucrat. Probably the last one would be chosen; he would be the uncontroversial choice. The Redeemer was not completely decided, though; he had had that same course of thought several times already, and got no further. He let himself slide a little from the top of the stone onto a little patch of grass with sand all around it, with his back against the stone, and sunk into a slight reverie. He sat, thinking nothing in particular, for some time.
His mind ascended to greater matters. He thought to himself, and his thoughts came together in speech in his head; he addressed, in his mind's eye, a young Satar noble woman, Arotrexe, whom he had been friends with - nothing more as such, even though few young Kothari Satar had friendships with women of the same age - when he was growing up near Jahip. He supposed she must also be in her late fifties and married these days, and he would not have told her such things, but one needs little verisimilitude in an imaginary confidante. In any case, he spoke to her.
"We have had, you know, nearly thirty-five years of peace now, while I have been Prince. We would have no gain, no Exatas at all now, if all those years ago we had not submitted to the Ayasi; through peace we are greater than ever. We rule in Leuce, our ships have sailed in the seas of the west; Palmyra itched to rebel under our direct rule, but under the peace is loyal. But never, Arotrexe, did I want to live at peace all my days: I have been restless continually, and so am I now. We are Satar, and I am the Prince of the Star and the right ruler of the world. We are thought to be peaceful for not thinking it right to fight in the great war between First-Lerai and Talephas, both as a compliment and as an insult, but we had little choice. Now, though, my soul calls me to war. Often comes the time I think, O Rock of Opporia, O scion of Tavha! Once your protector, no more is the Ayasi's Exatas! Let us arise and claim our birthright and ride forth to war! But then another spirit arises within me, and says, O Agent of the Light, O Son of Truth! Defend and prosper your people: thou hast preserved peace, and through peace is goodness, through peace is the furtherance of the Faith, and through peace our ships sail the distant seas and our courts echo with music. And then comes a third voice, and says, O wise prince, O mighty leader! Dost thou not see thy foes approach? Gone is the Ayasi's peace and all thy prosperity, unless thou dost defend it. March forth in the name of Opporia, and let the false and barbarian princes flee back before thee into the wilderness whence they came! Thus speaks my spirit, and I am restless; yet I do nothing, and perhaps will never." His young friend smiled, and before him the image of the back of her golden hair seemed to fade.
The felt hat, skewed slightly to one side, projected a little over the smooth rock. Perhaps Opporia, who sees all our thoughts, looking upon its bright green outline, could see contrasted beyond it the image of Arotrexe's golden hair, and beyond that the endless blueness of the sky over the never-ending valley. Few would have known that felt hat, but the priest knew it well. He cleared his throat audibly and began to speak softly in Satarene*. The felt hat jerked suddenly up, and Metexares stood up and turned round. Golden mask, once more in place, faced bronze-edged white. One might have detected slight dizziness from standing up too quickly if one had seen his face; as it was, he sat down once again on the rock, now facing the chapel, when he saw who it was. The priest - a non-imaginary confidant this time - finished his incantation and stood there, at a comfortable distance, looking at his lord; his lord, left to resume his thoughts, lifted his thoughts yet higher, and looked on his own lord. O Opporia! O Lord of Light! Guide me, and may I be on earth lord of all, in right as well as truth, and thy greatness known across the world!
He stood up and took off the cap, resting it on the stone, and the noonday sun cascaded down on his head above the mask; he walked forward and entered the chapel. The priest picked up the cap, and followed him, walking into the shade while the river flickered and twinkled along in the daylight.
* The Kothari Redeemer only wears the actual solidly golden mask on special occasions.
* Satarene is the form of the Satar language used liturgically in the Iralliamite church in the Kothari Exatai.
He tried to gather his thoughts and direct them to the question of which of the candidates to be High Commissioner of the Great Observatory was the right one. Well, who would do it best was obvious; it was clearly that genius from the fringes of the Exatai, from Zeray, who had somehow risen to the middle echelons of the bureaucracy on pure merit. Then there were several possible nominees from the Moti Empire, and two complete incompetents who were both local Ardavanis from princely families, and an unremarkable Satar bureaucrat. Probably the last one would be chosen; he would be the uncontroversial choice. The Redeemer was not completely decided, though; he had had that same course of thought several times already, and got no further. He let himself slide a little from the top of the stone onto a little patch of grass with sand all around it, with his back against the stone, and sunk into a slight reverie. He sat, thinking nothing in particular, for some time.
His mind ascended to greater matters. He thought to himself, and his thoughts came together in speech in his head; he addressed, in his mind's eye, a young Satar noble woman, Arotrexe, whom he had been friends with - nothing more as such, even though few young Kothari Satar had friendships with women of the same age - when he was growing up near Jahip. He supposed she must also be in her late fifties and married these days, and he would not have told her such things, but one needs little verisimilitude in an imaginary confidante. In any case, he spoke to her.
"We have had, you know, nearly thirty-five years of peace now, while I have been Prince. We would have no gain, no Exatas at all now, if all those years ago we had not submitted to the Ayasi; through peace we are greater than ever. We rule in Leuce, our ships have sailed in the seas of the west; Palmyra itched to rebel under our direct rule, but under the peace is loyal. But never, Arotrexe, did I want to live at peace all my days: I have been restless continually, and so am I now. We are Satar, and I am the Prince of the Star and the right ruler of the world. We are thought to be peaceful for not thinking it right to fight in the great war between First-Lerai and Talephas, both as a compliment and as an insult, but we had little choice. Now, though, my soul calls me to war. Often comes the time I think, O Rock of Opporia, O scion of Tavha! Once your protector, no more is the Ayasi's Exatas! Let us arise and claim our birthright and ride forth to war! But then another spirit arises within me, and says, O Agent of the Light, O Son of Truth! Defend and prosper your people: thou hast preserved peace, and through peace is goodness, through peace is the furtherance of the Faith, and through peace our ships sail the distant seas and our courts echo with music. And then comes a third voice, and says, O wise prince, O mighty leader! Dost thou not see thy foes approach? Gone is the Ayasi's peace and all thy prosperity, unless thou dost defend it. March forth in the name of Opporia, and let the false and barbarian princes flee back before thee into the wilderness whence they came! Thus speaks my spirit, and I am restless; yet I do nothing, and perhaps will never." His young friend smiled, and before him the image of the back of her golden hair seemed to fade.
The felt hat, skewed slightly to one side, projected a little over the smooth rock. Perhaps Opporia, who sees all our thoughts, looking upon its bright green outline, could see contrasted beyond it the image of Arotrexe's golden hair, and beyond that the endless blueness of the sky over the never-ending valley. Few would have known that felt hat, but the priest knew it well. He cleared his throat audibly and began to speak softly in Satarene*. The felt hat jerked suddenly up, and Metexares stood up and turned round. Golden mask, once more in place, faced bronze-edged white. One might have detected slight dizziness from standing up too quickly if one had seen his face; as it was, he sat down once again on the rock, now facing the chapel, when he saw who it was. The priest - a non-imaginary confidant this time - finished his incantation and stood there, at a comfortable distance, looking at his lord; his lord, left to resume his thoughts, lifted his thoughts yet higher, and looked on his own lord. O Opporia! O Lord of Light! Guide me, and may I be on earth lord of all, in right as well as truth, and thy greatness known across the world!
He stood up and took off the cap, resting it on the stone, and the noonday sun cascaded down on his head above the mask; he walked forward and entered the chapel. The priest picked up the cap, and followed him, walking into the shade while the river flickered and twinkled along in the daylight.
* The Kothari Redeemer only wears the actual solidly golden mask on special occasions.
* Satarene is the form of the Satar language used liturgically in the Iralliamite church in the Kothari Exatai.
Golden1Knight
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Posted stats. Let me know of anything of concern. Also a possible orders deadline on the front page. We'll see if that changes.
Some indication - at least an approximate one - of how the Holy Moti Empire's forces are divided between sides in the civil war would be handy. Or is that whole army the army still in the hands of the Ayasi - in which case about what is the size of the Godlikes' army?
North King
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The Godlikes are somewhat divided, but they have roughly 60,000 men under arms, with 10,000 of those being cavalry.
Sorry, I'll fix that soon.
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Letter of the Grandpatriarch to the Ayasi and the Godlikes.
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To: Honourable Godlikes and Most August Ayasi
CC: The Redeemer of the Kothari Exatai
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It is a grave concern of the ancient Church of Iralliam and of us, that the godlikes and the Ayasi have come to blows with the consequence that the Empire has been struck low. Do you not comprehend that in fighting each other, you who proclaim yourselves sons of Opporia, you open the way for the vile savages of the Vithanama and the Satar of the Karapeshai, indeed the former have already taking the opportunity to strike at the abode of Iralliam. It is incomprehensible that you have not understood that to fight each other is to bring about only your own desolation, and the desolation of your Empire and all the people therein as it is thrown to the maws of the circling jackals. Indeed your conflict makes one wonder whether the lords of the Moti are but children squabbling over a bowl of rice, even as savages burn the storehouse. Are you truly so shortsighted and corrupted by greed and hubris that you do not see the necessities of the whole? The late Ayasi fought the Karapeshai that the enemy might be struck down and stalemate ensued, do the godlikes and His Present Majesty truly believe that internecine war amongst themselves will not result in general weakening and harm for all, and see about a result far worse in the event of conflict than that which occurred previously? Do they truly believe that their division will not have consequences in the future to the detriment of their people?
We urge you as such, in the earnest hope that the Lords of the Moti are honourable men, with benevolent intent with minds not so clouded in darkness as to be ignorant, in the strongest of terms to repent of your errors and the current savage and barbarous war of brother against brother and to come together to establish a renewed compact by the light of Opporia by which the Empire and its people might be united against the multitude of forces that would bring about its ruin. We urge you all to turn your gaze away from earthly pettiness, from temporal grievances and disputes, and towards instead the immortal light of Opporia, whom enlightens the minds of men and bringeth peace and serenity to all who kneel before his throne. You must be prepared to sacrifice, and make peace with each other for the greater good of your people, for only through sacrifice, goodwill and with an understanding of the threat that faces you, can you unite with common purpose to expel the barbarians and restore the honour and strength of the Empire in the name of your faith. Something that surely is both sides aims. Thus know that in coming together for the good, you may find favour with Opporia and retain the strength of your nation, in defence of civilisation and true religion against the darkness that threatens to strike at its core.
To facilitate such a peace, and a renewed compact we proclaim a summons to all amongst you, Ayasi and godlikes who would answer, and to representatives of the Redeemer of the Satar of the Kothari Exatai, to whom the burden of defending truth falls in this dark hour, to come to Opios that you may take counsel together in sight of the tomb of the prophet, that with minds turned to heavenly things and to the common good of all, you may come about to do what is right in the sight of gods and men, rather than wage war against each other bringing about your own ruin in the process. Let us pray that you heed these summons, and turn back from precipice you stand upon.
May the peace of Opporia fall upon the Moti, lest the hand of the dark god consume them.
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~ His Beatitude, Grand-Patriarch Aisen, High Priest of Opporia.
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To: Honourable Godlikes and Most August Ayasi
CC: The Redeemer of the Kothari Exatai
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It is a grave concern of the ancient Church of Iralliam and of us, that the godlikes and the Ayasi have come to blows with the consequence that the Empire has been struck low. Do you not comprehend that in fighting each other, you who proclaim yourselves sons of Opporia, you open the way for the vile savages of the Vithanama and the Satar of the Karapeshai, indeed the former have already taking the opportunity to strike at the abode of Iralliam. It is incomprehensible that you have not understood that to fight each other is to bring about only your own desolation, and the desolation of your Empire and all the people therein as it is thrown to the maws of the circling jackals. Indeed your conflict makes one wonder whether the lords of the Moti are but children squabbling over a bowl of rice, even as savages burn the storehouse. Are you truly so shortsighted and corrupted by greed and hubris that you do not see the necessities of the whole? The late Ayasi fought the Karapeshai that the enemy might be struck down and stalemate ensued, do the godlikes and His Present Majesty truly believe that internecine war amongst themselves will not result in general weakening and harm for all, and see about a result far worse in the event of conflict than that which occurred previously? Do they truly believe that their division will not have consequences in the future to the detriment of their people?
We urge you as such, in the earnest hope that the Lords of the Moti are honourable men, with benevolent intent with minds not so clouded in darkness as to be ignorant, in the strongest of terms to repent of your errors and the current savage and barbarous war of brother against brother and to come together to establish a renewed compact by the light of Opporia by which the Empire and its people might be united against the multitude of forces that would bring about its ruin. We urge you all to turn your gaze away from earthly pettiness, from temporal grievances and disputes, and towards instead the immortal light of Opporia, whom enlightens the minds of men and bringeth peace and serenity to all who kneel before his throne. You must be prepared to sacrifice, and make peace with each other for the greater good of your people, for only through sacrifice, goodwill and with an understanding of the threat that faces you, can you unite with common purpose to expel the barbarians and restore the honour and strength of the Empire in the name of your faith. Something that surely is both sides aims. Thus know that in coming together for the good, you may find favour with Opporia and retain the strength of your nation, in defence of civilisation and true religion against the darkness that threatens to strike at its core.
To facilitate such a peace, and a renewed compact we proclaim a summons to all amongst you, Ayasi and godlikes who would answer, and to representatives of the Redeemer of the Satar of the Kothari Exatai, to whom the burden of defending truth falls in this dark hour, to come to Opios that you may take counsel together in sight of the tomb of the prophet, that with minds turned to heavenly things and to the common good of all, you may come about to do what is right in the sight of gods and men, rather than wage war against each other bringing about your own ruin in the process. Let us pray that you heed these summons, and turn back from precipice you stand upon.
May the peace of Opporia fall upon the Moti, lest the hand of the dark god consume them.
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~ His Beatitude, Grand-Patriarch Aisen, High Priest of Opporia.
The Redeemer does not wish to involve himself in legal matters that are essentially for the Holy Moti Empire to sort out on its own; this can indubitably be done, if it can be done at all, without our inexpert legal assistance, and whatever judgement is judged to be legal by the appropriate institutions in the Holy Moti Empire, we will hold also to be just and do not presume to anticipate. Likewise, and especially, whosoever has the mandate of the Holy Moti Empire possesses exatas, and we shall honour them.
If the conference at Opios, or whatsoever other negotiations are carried out, are of no avail, and if we are convinced that they shall not be, we shall have to inform ourselves and come to a judgement, and perhaps act accordingly.
If the conference at Opios, or whatsoever other negotiations are carried out, are of no avail, and if we are convinced that they shall not be, we shall have to inform ourselves and come to a judgement, and perhaps act accordingly.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
OOC: I really have to wonder, what amount of the Godlikes' rebellion is directly inspired by their vast, justified, and well-motivated hatred for Aisen and all that he represents? Emphasis on the word Godlikes.
Also, you should be incredibly careful about who you label a "savage," given the...precariousness of the Grandpatriarchate's position at present.
Emphasis on the word Godlikes.Also, you should be incredibly careful about who you label a "savage," given the...precariousness of the Grandpatriarchate's position at present.
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To the Redeemer of the Kothari Exatai
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It is not the intention of the Church that the Redeemers representatives come to Opios to meddle in the internal affairs of the Holy Moti Empire, quite rightly as you say they are none of his concern. We requested your representatives attendance due to the reality that should the Empire fall into ruination due to its internecine strife, be it due to internal factors or the predations of outside forces it would fall to the Kothari Exatai to pick up the banner of Iralliam from the ashes as the last great nation of the faith left standing. Naturally also the Exatai has a stake in the momentous affairs occurring, and in the future of the cradle. We think also that perhaps it could serve as a moderating voice amidst this dispute between fellow adherents of the faith, with its presence reminding them that their actions resonate far beyond the borders of the Empire.
~ Grand Patriarch Aisen.
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ooc: wonder away, it seems clear from the update that this civil war is primarily due to questions regarding the legitimacy of the Ayasi (missed steps, Ayasi raised at the behest of two particular councillors) the questionable outcome of the war (half the empire wanted to continue the war) and a financial collapse (causing the commons circumstances to be disrupted) with this developing into a power struggle between the faction which put the Ayasi in place, and the godlikes and a swathe of the disenchanted masses. It doesn't really have any thing to do with the Church of Iralliam (directly, obviously it concerns the Church if chaos runs rampant).
Also what do you think Aisen represents? From how I see it, he's pretty much an orthodox Moti church type, which hasn't grated well with the Helsians or the Ardavanists but otherwise hasn't raised hackles elsewhere (Things have gone swimmingly in the Kothari Exatai, and nothing much has changed ecclesiastically in the Moti Empire). There was a minor trifle a couple of decades back over worshipping animal spirits (he permitted veneration) ofc, but that was swiftly shut down and the point wasn't pressed. I also note he was universally praised for reforming the education and appointment structures for clerics (ending old corruption). All in all I think your idea of a "vast, justified and well-motivated hatred for Aisen and all he represents" proceeds from his excursions into more zealous evangelicalism, and from the well-known stoush he (I) had with the mostly Aitahist Farubaida government (Iggy) over state support for disobedient clerics and alleged favouritism for Aitahism. That and your rampant Ardavanist sympathies
Oh, and I called the Vithanama savages, which I think is entirely justified from the Iralliamite perspective considering their unprovoked attack and the fact a majority of their people, and thus presumably of the invading force, sacrifice human beings to a death god as the main characteristic of their religion. (note: Vile savages of the Vithanama and the Satar of the Karapeshai, the qualifier of savage applied to the Vithanama only, whereas the qualifier Satar applied to the Karapeshai [hard to call you savage since the Kothari share your satar culture and are Iralliamite])
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It is not the intention of the Church that the Redeemers representatives come to Opios to meddle in the internal affairs of the Holy Moti Empire, quite rightly as you say they are none of his concern. We requested your representatives attendance due to the reality that should the Empire fall into ruination due to its internecine strife, be it due to internal factors or the predations of outside forces it would fall to the Kothari Exatai to pick up the banner of Iralliam from the ashes as the last great nation of the faith left standing. Naturally also the Exatai has a stake in the momentous affairs occurring, and in the future of the cradle. We think also that perhaps it could serve as a moderating voice amidst this dispute between fellow adherents of the faith, with its presence reminding them that their actions resonate far beyond the borders of the Empire.
~ Grand Patriarch Aisen.
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ooc: wonder away, it seems clear from the update that this civil war is primarily due to questions regarding the legitimacy of the Ayasi (missed steps, Ayasi raised at the behest of two particular councillors) the questionable outcome of the war (half the empire wanted to continue the war) and a financial collapse (causing the commons circumstances to be disrupted) with this developing into a power struggle between the faction which put the Ayasi in place, and the godlikes and a swathe of the disenchanted masses. It doesn't really have any thing to do with the Church of Iralliam (directly, obviously it concerns the Church if chaos runs rampant).
Also what do you think Aisen represents? From how I see it, he's pretty much an orthodox Moti church type, which hasn't grated well with the Helsians or the Ardavanists but otherwise hasn't raised hackles elsewhere (Things have gone swimmingly in the Kothari Exatai, and nothing much has changed ecclesiastically in the Moti Empire). There was a minor trifle a couple of decades back over worshipping animal spirits (he permitted veneration) ofc, but that was swiftly shut down and the point wasn't pressed. I also note he was universally praised for reforming the education and appointment structures for clerics (ending old corruption). All in all I think your idea of a "vast, justified and well-motivated hatred for Aisen and all he represents" proceeds from his excursions into more zealous evangelicalism, and from the well-known stoush he (I) had with the mostly Aitahist Farubaida government (Iggy) over state support for disobedient clerics and alleged favouritism for Aitahism. That and your rampant Ardavanist sympathies
Oh, and I called the Vithanama savages, which I think is entirely justified from the Iralliamite perspective considering their unprovoked attack and the fact a majority of their people, and thus presumably of the invading force, sacrifice human beings to a death god as the main characteristic of their religion. (note: Vile savages of the Vithanama and the Satar of the Karapeshai, the qualifier of savage applied to the Vithanama only, whereas the qualifier Satar applied to the Karapeshai [hard to call you savage since the Kothari share your satar culture and are Iralliamite])
