I was talking more about the Electoral College decided who would be the leaders without any input from any other citizens. Trust me early America was not as open as we wish it was.
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I was talking more about the Electoral College decided who would be the leaders without any input from any other citizens. Trust me early America was not as open as we wish it was.
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@JOPA:
Thanks. I want to write two more parts to the story for this chapter. One is for everyone and one will be just for you (but it will be made public later on once entire story is done).
Thanks. I want to write two more parts to the story for this chapter. One is for everyone and one will be just for you (but it will be made public later on once entire story is done).
orangelex44
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Good writing. I assume, then, that the Amurites are about to undergo a change in government?
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Not right away. it will take awhile.
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Anyway - since everyone else seems to be contributing some creative output, I suppose I should as well.
The harbor was full of ships. Of course, that wasn't unusual in Dunwich, but the cargo of those ships was quite different. These ships carried men - the Army had finally returned from the Continent.
It was meant to be a celebration to exceed anything the world had ever seen. Rum flowed everywhere, Amurite fireworks lit the sky, Luichirp machines flew everywhere, games of all kinds spilled into the streets and citizens from all over the Lanun lands had traveled here. However, the pinnacle of the party was the Triumph Parade, where the victorious Army would march from the docks to Admiral Plaza, outside the Captains Complex, through the mighty Arch.
Admiral Plaza was packed. Lanun of every age and race, women and men, and even some foreigners filled every nook and cranny up to a thin rope that marked where the Army would stand. As the first men of the Barefoot Legion entered, an ear-shattering cheer erupted that some claimed could be heard even from Kingsport. Rank by rank, the Army entered. The Barefoot Legion led the way, as always. They were followed by the First Militia, called the Landlubbers. After them marched the Brave Brothers mercenaries, who this day were Lanun. The cheers never faltered, the waves of sound kept crashing down.
And then... the Driftwood Regiment entered the plaza. It was once known as the Second Militia. Where once thousands of men would have passed under the Arch, there were only a bare hundred. Most were wounded, and the normal brisk march of the Army had become a slower, pained shuffle. Worst of all, the men of the Driftwood Division hadn't closed ranks - they marched in their normal positions. The gaping holes in the Regiment were apparent. Here and there, a half-dozen men would stand together, but the Division was mostly empty space. The second that the first man passed the Arch, a silence began to grow in the Plaza.
By the time the Driftwood Division moved to stand at attention under the steps of the Complex, the silence was complete. It was a harsh silence, compared to the noise that an entire nation had made in celebration. It was loud; it grew in the minds of citizens until most were desparate to hear something, anything. Yet none broke it, until from the ranks of the Barefoot Legion a single voice rose up.
That one anonymous voice began to sing. The tune was that of a solumn dirge, and in a deep bass the words carried to the furthest corner of the Plaza.
'Twas a long cold day off Dunley Reef
A hurricane blew, and hail feel t'beat
the sheets hung off the fo'ward mast
but a pirate ship allows no defeat.
An enemy laid near off port bow,
the Captain ordered, we accepted the call
and thus began the battle.
(refrain)
I left me mates off Dunley Reef,
the sea mistress keeps all her souls.
I mourn to the bodies that walk now still,
and I'll sing on the day I drink with me hearties.
We crashed upon our foe off Dunley Reef
And we left our deck for battle...
The song continued for seven verses. That voice never stopped, but on the second refrain the rest of the Barefoot Legion slowly joined in. By the fourth, the entire Army had joined together, and by the last rendition of I'll sing to the day I drink with me hearties, the whole population of Dunwich was giving voice. Through it all, the men of the Driftwood Division never moved a muscle, and stood to attention under the eyes of their countrymen and their High Captain.
The next day, two things happened. First, Off Dunley Reef was offcially made the Lanun anthem. Second, a hundred of men were seen lined up at the Barracks to sign into the Army, and make the Driftwood Division whole again.
The harbor was full of ships. Of course, that wasn't unusual in Dunwich, but the cargo of those ships was quite different. These ships carried men - the Army had finally returned from the Continent.
It was meant to be a celebration to exceed anything the world had ever seen. Rum flowed everywhere, Amurite fireworks lit the sky, Luichirp machines flew everywhere, games of all kinds spilled into the streets and citizens from all over the Lanun lands had traveled here. However, the pinnacle of the party was the Triumph Parade, where the victorious Army would march from the docks to Admiral Plaza, outside the Captains Complex, through the mighty Arch.
Admiral Plaza was packed. Lanun of every age and race, women and men, and even some foreigners filled every nook and cranny up to a thin rope that marked where the Army would stand. As the first men of the Barefoot Legion entered, an ear-shattering cheer erupted that some claimed could be heard even from Kingsport. Rank by rank, the Army entered. The Barefoot Legion led the way, as always. They were followed by the First Militia, called the Landlubbers. After them marched the Brave Brothers mercenaries, who this day were Lanun. The cheers never faltered, the waves of sound kept crashing down.
And then... the Driftwood Regiment entered the plaza. It was once known as the Second Militia. Where once thousands of men would have passed under the Arch, there were only a bare hundred. Most were wounded, and the normal brisk march of the Army had become a slower, pained shuffle. Worst of all, the men of the Driftwood Division hadn't closed ranks - they marched in their normal positions. The gaping holes in the Regiment were apparent. Here and there, a half-dozen men would stand together, but the Division was mostly empty space. The second that the first man passed the Arch, a silence began to grow in the Plaza.
By the time the Driftwood Division moved to stand at attention under the steps of the Complex, the silence was complete. It was a harsh silence, compared to the noise that an entire nation had made in celebration. It was loud; it grew in the minds of citizens until most were desparate to hear something, anything. Yet none broke it, until from the ranks of the Barefoot Legion a single voice rose up.
That one anonymous voice began to sing. The tune was that of a solumn dirge, and in a deep bass the words carried to the furthest corner of the Plaza.
'Twas a long cold day off Dunley Reef
A hurricane blew, and hail feel t'beat
the sheets hung off the fo'ward mast
but a pirate ship allows no defeat.
An enemy laid near off port bow,
the Captain ordered, we accepted the call
and thus began the battle.
(refrain)
I left me mates off Dunley Reef,
the sea mistress keeps all her souls.
I mourn to the bodies that walk now still,
and I'll sing on the day I drink with me hearties.
We crashed upon our foe off Dunley Reef
And we left our deck for battle...
The song continued for seven verses. That voice never stopped, but on the second refrain the rest of the Barefoot Legion slowly joined in. By the fourth, the entire Army had joined together, and by the last rendition of I'll sing to the day I drink with me hearties, the whole population of Dunwich was giving voice. Through it all, the men of the Driftwood Division never moved a muscle, and stood to attention under the eyes of their countrymen and their High Captain.
The next day, two things happened. First, Off Dunley Reef was offcially made the Lanun anthem. Second, a hundred of men were seen lined up at the Barracks to sign into the Army, and make the Driftwood Division whole again.
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To the Corrupt Dictatorship of the Amurites
Do you dare insult us by ignoring our arguments? You are silent because you know we are right, you know that this cherade is being ripped apart around you, you know that your true motives are out for all to see.
Answer us or end this madness!
Do you dare insult us by ignoring our arguments? You are silent because you know we are right, you know that this cherade is being ripped apart around you, you know that your true motives are out for all to see.
Answer us or end this madness!
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We are done negotiating. We have stated what we want from you so as to lift the embargo.
orangelex44
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[small voice in background]: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
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If only that were true.
If the outcome is ''YES'' you will control my government.
If the outcome is ''NO'' you will ignore it and the embargo will remain, you will then send forth your Crusaders and claim that the vote was a fix, because if the Amurites believe in Democarcy then surely the rest of the world does too.
Furthermore, there is no way we could have your representatives there as they will use mind magic to change the minds of the voters, and if we ban them from being present you will not accept the result.
There is no way for us to win.
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3rd party observers?
orangelex44
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*AHEM*... The Lanun shall graciously volunteer!
Hippus people are overjoyed by this glorious victory and will set up their terms soon. Hippus Warlords view Brandon as demigod and Brandon intends to use this influence to end the anarchy of tribal structure and to institute strong central government with military and foreign authority. Hippus also invite members of Mithril Guard to improve organization and tactics of Hippus army. Logistics are in special need of improving.
Concerning Calabim issue, Brandon thinks that every nation, like every tribe, has right to determine their own rule. Brandon's tribe traditionally set most powerful son of the ruler as a heir, while others used elections.
But Hippus are not fit for the task as they are not neutral in this affair. They have warm relations and open trade with Amurites, while they see Calabim as threat.
Concerning Calabim issue, Brandon thinks that every nation, like every tribe, has right to determine their own rule. Brandon's tribe traditionally set most powerful son of the ruler as a heir, while others used elections.
But Hippus are not fit for the task as they are not neutral in this affair. They have warm relations and open trade with Amurites, while they see Calabim as threat.
The next session of the Khazad Senate was to be a troubled one. After Arturus Thorne's outbreak, tension rose among senators. Some old clan leaders remembered the day when Thorne's forefathers wore the iron crown of the Underhome king, and the heir's outburst made the First Consul situation look frail.
The session started with a host of questions. Why send so few soldiers in the north? How to punish Cassiel for his betrayals? Should we spend more money now on troops in order to gain more later?
The First Consul remained silent for a long time, and tension rose among the senators. Finally, Arturus Thorne rose again, and challenged his former friend:
"Now what, Kandros? Aren't you going to take a decision? You haven't been using our troops efficiently. Sending a few soldiers to the north while defending against orcish attacks which never came. Now the Grigori are against us again. Will you not act, or will you wait for the end of the war before moving?"
Kandros shuckled. He was making this too easy.
"But the war is over." said he, in a soft voice, contrasting with that of silver-clad Thorne.
"Let me introduce you Gifted One Filipides Otendain."
The guards opened the doors of the council room, and a lame-looking dwarf entered. He was dirty, his boots open and tinged with blood. His shirt was torn and looked like a conglomerate of dirt and sweat. He walked, almost falling with every step, up to the middle of the room.
"Filipides is just back from Kwythellar, continued Kandros Fir. He used his arts to travel all the way from there in two days, moving the earth herself so the roads he trode moved and let him close the enormous distance faster than any stead of the Hippus could run. He is very tired, but I thought he earnt the right to tell the assembly himself of the news."
And Filipides spoke, in a tired voice:
"Cardith Lorda is dead. The Kuriotates are vanquished."
Shouts and roars erupted in the Senate. Senators of clans long opposed hugged each others and laughed. When Filipides fainted, Kandros had him removed and sent to sleep. He'd need days to recover of the efforts he had to do. He might not survive the after-effect of the magicks he had deployed to bring the message home.
"Kuriotates are no longer a threat. They are a ruined country now, and the leader that led them into this failure is no more. We no longer need to fight them. On the contrary. We will help them rebuild. Some of their lands we will rebuild ourselves, and will remain subject to our rule. We will also re open the trade routes long closed with them, and make sure they send us their wares in exchange rather than sending them to the Grigori.
Cardith Lorda was our enemy, and he is gone. The dead of Grindstone Plains are avenged now. But Cassiel remains. That untrustworthy betrayer.
We will send messages to the Grigori people. We do not hate them, but they must get rid of their leader, or they will starve. Their economy will wither. Our soldiers in the south will fend the orcish menace. Our troops in the north are no longer blocked by the Kuriotates. Grigori will have to fold if they do not want the might of Khazad to fall upon them."
The session started with a host of questions. Why send so few soldiers in the north? How to punish Cassiel for his betrayals? Should we spend more money now on troops in order to gain more later?
The First Consul remained silent for a long time, and tension rose among the senators. Finally, Arturus Thorne rose again, and challenged his former friend:
"Now what, Kandros? Aren't you going to take a decision? You haven't been using our troops efficiently. Sending a few soldiers to the north while defending against orcish attacks which never came. Now the Grigori are against us again. Will you not act, or will you wait for the end of the war before moving?"
Kandros shuckled. He was making this too easy.
"But the war is over." said he, in a soft voice, contrasting with that of silver-clad Thorne.
"Let me introduce you Gifted One Filipides Otendain."
The guards opened the doors of the council room, and a lame-looking dwarf entered. He was dirty, his boots open and tinged with blood. His shirt was torn and looked like a conglomerate of dirt and sweat. He walked, almost falling with every step, up to the middle of the room.
"Filipides is just back from Kwythellar, continued Kandros Fir. He used his arts to travel all the way from there in two days, moving the earth herself so the roads he trode moved and let him close the enormous distance faster than any stead of the Hippus could run. He is very tired, but I thought he earnt the right to tell the assembly himself of the news."
And Filipides spoke, in a tired voice:
"Cardith Lorda is dead. The Kuriotates are vanquished."
Shouts and roars erupted in the Senate. Senators of clans long opposed hugged each others and laughed. When Filipides fainted, Kandros had him removed and sent to sleep. He'd need days to recover of the efforts he had to do. He might not survive the after-effect of the magicks he had deployed to bring the message home.
"Kuriotates are no longer a threat. They are a ruined country now, and the leader that led them into this failure is no more. We no longer need to fight them. On the contrary. We will help them rebuild. Some of their lands we will rebuild ourselves, and will remain subject to our rule. We will also re open the trade routes long closed with them, and make sure they send us their wares in exchange rather than sending them to the Grigori.
Cardith Lorda was our enemy, and he is gone. The dead of Grindstone Plains are avenged now. But Cassiel remains. That untrustworthy betrayer.
We will send messages to the Grigori people. We do not hate them, but they must get rid of their leader, or they will starve. Their economy will wither. Our soldiers in the south will fend the orcish menace. Our troops in the north are no longer blocked by the Kuriotates. Grigori will have to fold if they do not want the might of Khazad to fall upon them."
Darksaber1
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[Lurker stealth de-activated] Hmm, soon to-be-extra fanatic Amurites vs. the Calabim, should be interesting, to say the least. And arcticnightwolf, looks like your national suicide plan is working. [Lurker stealth Enabled]
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To the Amurites
From The Calabim
We will accept third party observers in the place of Amurititian ones. However, we stress that the Lanun are in the pay of the Amurites and therefore not a third party. We will contact and name a third party ourselves.
However, I must make clear that the Council has decided how the Human populkation would be tested, should we agree to do so. We will pick a random sample of 200 hardworking, honest humans, who own between 3 and 5 acres of land and pay between 200 and 350 Drakara per annum in taxes. These men are considered to be members of the ''Upper Brotovoi'' Caste. We will send Moroi to each of their houses, with a scribe to record the results in a tally, and a third party representative to check the results are valid. We will also have Haloi Agents on guard to ensure that no dirty tricks, such as mind magic or bribery are being used against any parties involved. Please note that any attempts to sway the voting will result in the Imprisoning of the perpetrator in the Pits of the Kraltavoi. The question that will be asked is, ''Who should rule the Calabim, humans or Vampires?''
OOC: Please note that this is exactly what is done in real life for political surveys. (taking a sample of the population, I mean) And that our terms are very much appropriate considering the culture, setting and era.
From The Calabim
We will accept third party observers in the place of Amurititian ones. However, we stress that the Lanun are in the pay of the Amurites and therefore not a third party. We will contact and name a third party ourselves.
However, I must make clear that the Council has decided how the Human populkation would be tested, should we agree to do so. We will pick a random sample of 200 hardworking, honest humans, who own between 3 and 5 acres of land and pay between 200 and 350 Drakara per annum in taxes. These men are considered to be members of the ''Upper Brotovoi'' Caste. We will send Moroi to each of their houses, with a scribe to record the results in a tally, and a third party representative to check the results are valid. We will also have Haloi Agents on guard to ensure that no dirty tricks, such as mind magic or bribery are being used against any parties involved. Please note that any attempts to sway the voting will result in the Imprisoning of the perpetrator in the Pits of the Kraltavoi. The question that will be asked is, ''Who should rule the Calabim, humans or Vampires?''
OOC: Please note that this is exactly what is done in real life for political surveys. (taking a sample of the population, I mean) And that our terms are very much appropriate considering the culture, setting and era.
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The poll must be wholesale and amurites must be present, along with Calabim and a third party. By choosing only the upperclass, you are skewing the results. Better to avoid any skewing, one way or another, and make it the entire population.
The question need not be "Who should rule the Calabim, humans or Vampires?"
merely, "Do you wish to have a locally elected human represent you in Calabim domestic government and rule?"
The question need not be "Who should rule the Calabim, humans or Vampires?"
merely, "Do you wish to have a locally elected human represent you in Calabim domestic government and rule?"
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These are not the Upper Class, which is why there is an upper limit to the Land and Tax values, these are the Middle Class. The suggested question is too complex for the Humans to understand fully, which is why we have suggested a simpler one. If you must have representatives present then they *must* be members of your senate, with no links to Religion or Magic. They may bring nothing into our country but the clothes they wear, they will be searched and examined by our agents. This is to prevent Amurite Agents skewing the results in their favour.
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We have chosen this sample as opposed to a sample of the entire human population, to avoid such undeserving and untrutworthy people as we mentioned in our last letter, having any say in the Government. This is an accurate reflection of the Khazad and Amurite systems, where the wealthier you are the more power you have.
