KalNES

[jalapeno_dude]

JD, just noticed your start position, I actually had that in mind when I designed it

Awesome! I try to create nations that the mod can fit into their world easily.

 

[Xtream_Rockstar]

okay i edited my templet now hopefully it makes more sence

 

[germanicus12]

I would like to join

Nation Name: Kingdom of Polita
Capital: Polita
Ruler: King Diknois
Government: Monarchy
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: -1
Prestige: Noble 2
Army (Quality): 10,000 (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 1,000 (Inferior)
Education: 2
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: The Politans were considered one of the most Prestigest nations in the world, other nations would sign peace treaties and resolve differences in the comfort of Polita.

Build it on the river just before it becomes a delta.

 

[North King]

Binikos
Capital: Kesala
Ruler: Dardos of the Exile (a title)
Government: Absolute Monarchy
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: -2
Prestige: Neutral 0
Army (Quality): 5,000 (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 80 ships (Inferior)
Education: 1
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: A free spirited people, the Binikans migrated from the mainland to their islands some hundreds of years ago: their tales tell them that they were the first to ever brave the ocean waves (unless one counts the sea nymphs). Indeed, they were fleeing the persecution of all other men and the gods themselves, and only stole away through the barest of chances; Mother Ocean then took it upon herself to destroy their ragtag fleet, and they were tossed and turned. But the goddess Filiquan of Love took pity upon them, and guided them safely to safe harbor. They built themselves a home away from home, a city in exile of magnificence, and vowed to bow to no men or gods: they would ever be free. Now they build a multitude of sailing ships that ply the seas with the wares of a hundred nations, trading for their livelihood, but warring when necessary. Their sole goddess is Filiquan, for Love alone sided with them in the darker times: temples to her are a mainstay of their culture. Friendly competitions are frequent (the game talquon is a favorite), but the people are quite fond of one another, and aid each other as best they can: few starve on the island kingdom, unless the island kingdom is starving itself. Thus, disregarding the judgement of others, but not unreasonably so, the people of Binikos remain free and defiant.

One point into stability.
Four points into Navy (+80 ships).
One point into Army (+5,000 infantry).
One point into Education.

 

[The Farow]

Derios
Capital: Derios
Ruler: King Malus
Government:
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: 0
Prestige: Choose one; Dread 2, Neutral 0, Noble 2
Army (Quality): 10,000 (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 40 (Inferior)
Education: 0
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: A large group of peoples moved and settled in the regions around the straights of now Derios. As time passed the peoples slintered into little tribes and city-states. The tribe in modern day Derios had the strategic location of being on the straights and quickly rose to prominance. The merchants gained more power then the kings and a Aristocratic Republic slowly evolved. Now they begin to look outward colonizing and finding markets for which to trade in.

I think I will join here:

 

[adherence.]

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start area!​

Rahinin
Capital: Nakirahon
Ruler: The Rahakal
Government: Divine Monarchy
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: 1
Prestige: Noble 2
Army (Quality): 10 000 Infantry (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 0 (Inferior)
Education: 1
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: After a great migration from the southwest, the Rahinon people settled and were peacefully united under the Rahakal, the heavenly sovereign, believed to be descended from the Gods themselves. In this way, the nation of Rahinin was born. Choosing to settle in fertile valleys, the Rahinon are strongly agrarian, but they look to other lands for their exotic goods and wares as well. With these attitudes, they have built a strong, cohesive society, always looking forward, and always looking up. And indeed, they look up, to their main deity: Sutarua, Goddess of the Sun. Under the guidance of the deities and the king, the Rahinon have faith in the future of their nation and in the midst of an uncertain world.

(+4 into stablity, +2 into army [10 000 infantry], +1 into education)

 

[Sheep]

Darude
Capital: Darude
Ruler: Emperor Tiesto.
Government: Absolute Monarchy
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: -2
Prestige: Neutral 0
Army (Quality): 5,000 (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 80 ships (Inferior)
Education: 1
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: The people of Darude are a people with a long and proud tradition. They are proud artisians and engineers, and their works both culutral and practical are sought after in other other lands. They are also a martial people with a long tradition of militarism, boys taken from their homes at the age of 8 to train in their barracks, and learn in the 'state-run' schools and universities, for the betterment of their nation.

 

[germanicus12]

I would like to join

Nation Name: Kingdom of Polita
Capital: Polita
Ruler: King Diknois
Government: Monarchy
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population:
Culture:
Stability: -1
Prestige: Noble 2
Army (Quality): 10,000 (Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 1,000 (Inferior)
Education: 2
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects:
Nation Background: The Politans were considered one of the most Prestigest nations in the world, other nations would sign peace treaties and resolve differences in the comfort of Polita.

Build it on the river just before it becomes a delta.

Sheep I took that area.... sorry.

 

[Sheep]

You never specified which river. Furthermore I want the delta. But fine I will change.

 

[North King]

The Darkening and the Host of Dwellers​

In the age when star and grove were in communion, and fragile men conversed with the gods, the parents of earth were stirring. Their critic eye was turned to the people of this idyllic haven, who took their gifts for granted, and it narrowed with displeasure. The fools danced upon the precipice of disaster, and they knew naught of the difference between right and wrong: there had never been wrong to teach them. The parents of the gods grew with anger at the naivety of those who had taken their composition and changed it; they frowned upon the earth-dwellers.

The skies darkened; nights swelled; grey clouds covered the sun from horizon to horizon, even as the sun itself turned away from the earth and cast a greater darkness upon the earth than any had known. Only the faint light of thunderbolts that danced in a frenzy in the clouds and the dim glow of rotting tree stumps afforded any sight at all. The gods themselves despaired as the currents of the universe began to twist against them, and men threw themselves upon the ground, praying for this endless winter to come to a close. The clouds turned dry, though they still blanketed the earth, and chill gales swept the land.

It was in this darkest day that gods and men called a great council, a gathering of all that lived on the earth; every voice was heard, from the lowliest worm to the mighty trees to the tribe of man. All had come to the council, presided over by the chief god, Harthus. Harthus was acclaimed by his compatriots as the bravest and wisest of all those who had ever been born, and thus was likewise acclaimed as the natural leader of all those who lived upon the earth. He looked over the host of those who had come: plants withered by the shrouding mists of drought, animals dying of thirst, men so thin as to be blown and tossed by the wind, and even the gods looked haggard. Yet there was a quiet strength in these, a steel determination strengthened by the hazards of the situation; Harthus saw this, and bade them take up arms.

The men took up their bronze and gold armors, shelling themselves in their breastplates, and winding leather greaves about arm and leg; the monkeys of the high forests took up stones in hand and pounded their chests; deer grew antlers in a season when they should not be, and tossed their heads defiantly towards the skies; field mice chewed their claws into razor sharp sabers, and their squeaks became as a roar; the trees grew branches of awesome strength and startling speed, their roots pulling free from the ground and beginning to walk; and the gods put on golden armor with deeply incised bronze runes, and took up their staffs of power. The Host of the Dwellers readied to march.

They Who Came Before were perturbed. Despite their punishments upon these people who insulted and desecrated, they did not see, and instead they now marched upon the very land that housed them. This, they saw, would be the war that could not be undone, for it was as though those that lived were pulling down their own house in spite; The Fathers of the Gods brought forth their voice upon the world, and the very earth trembled with its reverberations; the sky spoke it, the winds howled the message, and an eerie cacophony of sound, strangely mixed as though coming from a hundred thousand throats at once, met the Host of the Dwellers.

“Be not so quick to take arms, mortals and immortals.”

“We will take such arms as we desire,” Harthus replied in righteous anger. “You have attacked us, and bade us die, even as you created us. It is a mockery of the world, where an artist takes his own work and destroys it piecemeal, and we shall not suffer it; we shall not suffer you.”

“You know not of what you speak, Harthus, King of Gods.”

“Ignore him, Harthus!” shouted mighty Galnyt, God of War, scarred and terrible, and the warriors of the Host clamored in agreement. “He is a devil who wishes to sway us with his sweetened tongue, but to me his words taste only of the bitterest unripe fruit. He would have us abandon honor and dignity, to caper before him as a puppet show before a drunken audience!”

“Nay, let him speak!” cried Yanil, Goddess of that which Grows, for her heart was filled with anguish at the coming war. “If we may reach an accord without blood spilled, then this should be our path.”

“He destroys our lives as he preens upon his throne,” argued Filiquan, Goddess of Love, who had become wroth with the Creators’ for their war against the world with whom she was infatuated. “We will reach no accord but what he demands of us.”

“I would bid you all quiet,” Harthus ordered. “Speak, Heavens, but do not expect us to bend to your will.”

“It was us who created you, and us to whom you shall return. Dirt and bough and hair alike, you are all as fishes in the ocean of existence; the immortals among you being larger fish, say perhaps sharks, while the field mice are so small as to not be seen (yet still known). Still, though, you are all beings who we would pay little and less attention to. Yet from the kindness of our hearts, we have looked after you. The world is us, and we have sacrificed much for you. Yet you destroy the lands for your own gain. Leave them be! Frolic if you must in the fields and the forests, but do not mold them unless by our will. Such is our compromise: respect us as the creators, and we shall respect you as the created.”

And thus it was that a spell seemingly sunk over the entirety of the assembly; Harthus himself became lax, and said, “This is not an unfair compromise. This concord may be done, done, thrice done; let us remake our bonds of fellowship.”

The skies and the earth filled with chatter as the Host of the Dwellers began to disperse; the task which they had come to fulfill–stopping the arrogant dominance of the Creators over the earth–lay unfinished.

Yet, the king of men, Dardos, spoke to his close advisor Tythos: “Far be it from me to question Harthus himself, but this concord seems no compromise at all. Still we act upon the stage they have given us, only now we feel better about it.”

“Sleep, my lord; surely all will become clearer in the morning,” Tythos soothed.

“Certainly; it should.”

* * * * * * * * *​

OOC: This is the first part of the epic of the Binikan nation.

 

[Kal'thzar]

OOC: This is the first part of the epic of the Binikan nation.

It is fitting that such an epic should come to pass with such good literature

 

[andis-1]

Darude
Capital: Darude
Ruler: Emperor Tiesto.
....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darude

familiar with? Sandstorm is quite good imo.

 

[North King]

The Trials of Men​

Thus did the Host of the Dwellers scatter, like the dust of a weathered fortress: the plants, animals, and gods went back to their appointed places, and all were quick to resume their worship of the Creators, but with renewed heart. All was well, but for the strand of discord that thrummed in every heart. For a feeling of uncertainty that could not be quieted lurked, such that mortals’ hearts doubted in the Creators’ even as they were in greater awe of their power.

These times were troubled, for the Creators only gradually relaxed their grip upon the world: summer came back in slow turns of the moon; the rains were unhurried in falling; and light dawned each morning only as a slow array of beams gradually topping the hills of the earth. The air was still cruel: men’s noses freely ran and froze on their lips, and sometimes an exhaled breath hardened and fell to the ground with a faint clinking.

Dardos, king of all men, led his host from place to place, for the winter had not yet let up, and no game was there to be hunted. But for their brief time of union, men now saw few animals, and had to scavenge on the few they could find: hundreds died of starvation in the woodlands and rolling grasslands, and they began to subsist on grasses and roots. The men were at first thought fearful, for they knew they were changing the holy balance of creation. However, the worry that they suffered over their families’ hunger outweighed it, and men grew to love the grass seed and the root, though they would still eat the animals if they came by.

The nights were still long and cold, though, even with their new sustenance, and the gods were of no help. “If we were to aid your people,” Harthus chided, “then we would have to tamper with what is not to be altered. We do not fear the wrath of the Creator, but we do not wish to arouse his anger, for the war would be terrible indeed.”

So the people half-starved, for the plants were not so plentiful as to feed everyone, and they froze through at times. Dardos grew more and more angry, and finally bade his people stop at a bend in the Great River. He set a band of them to collecting seeds from the most edible plants, while he tried to warm his people in what ways they knew best, but without the lore of fire, he was at a loss, and made do with inferior methods So it was that when his men came back with seeds, he bade them sow them into the ground.

After a season, the skies were still dark, and the winds still bitterly cold, but the people were finally fed: they built up vast stores of grain that they hauled with them in wagons by the train.

The Creators looked down upon the fields of crops growing around the village that had sprung up next to the Great River, and were furious, for these men had violated the very ground, as they saw it. They did not want to crush the village immediately, however, for men were one of their most treasured creations: they were nearest to the Gods, who were nearest to the Creators themselves. Therefore, they sent a message as they would to a dim kinsman, and the ground shook again with the reverberations of their voices.

“Dardos; the kingdom of Men, I bid you listen.”

Dardos gathered his people to hear the words of the Creators, but his mouth was set in hard suspicion from the first word. “Speak, brother of the Concord. Speak; we listen.”

“We see all, we know all. Game is scarce in these parts, and trees wither, for it is no easy task to undo what has been done. Yet you have chosen to forsake patience, and you till the earth as though you created it yourself, and move grass from land to land without regard for how it should grow. If you must subsist on roots and grains to survive, then so be it: subsist. But, alas, we cannot allow you to destroy in order to create. That which has been created is perfection; any change is therefore disharmony. You know the evil we speak of: destruction for its own sake cannot be practiced by true beings.”

“Perhaps what you speak is true, but you must understand: we men are not so invulnerable as the earth itself, as you are. We are mortal, and the passing of each man into the afterlife, while not feared, is undesired: we still have much to live for. And yet we freeze to death, and we starve. What would you have us do?”

“Run to the corners of the earth. If your kind are spread evenly throughout the lands, then you will not put such strain on any one area, and the game and subsistence can sustain them. You will not starve; as for the frozen cold clime, I can offer you little but hope: the summer will come soon.”

To himself, Dardos said, “I do not trust the Creator: he seeks to scatter my people unto every land of the earth, and make me unable to watch over them; he will make us weak.” To the host assembled, he spoke: “I do see the wisdom in these choices, but I must deliberate with my captains; we shall decide the path that we go down.”

“Call for us when you are finished; we will hear,” they spoke, and the ground quieted again.

Dardos assembled his captains, twenty five of his most beloved warriors, who led the others in battle, and his trusted Tythos as well; they gathered in the great hall that had been thrown up in the center of the village, and sat in the custom of a debate-circle.

“The Creator is not benevolent,” Dardos began. “He desires not what is best for us, but what is best for maintaining his own garden. We are like a single rose blossom: beautiful, in his eyes, but not necessary, and easily cut away should he feel that the other plants would be better off. And thus is he trying to prune us down: we will be clipped into pieces, should we allow this to come to pass. He would have us scattered to the far ends of the earth, and I would not be able to maintain messages sent between us. Man will become small, divided, weak.”

“Surely he cares for us as he cares for his children,” they answered. “He surely cannot be so malicious as to deliberately weaken us: he only wishes what is best for us.”

“I do not believe this is so,” Dardos answered.

“My liege,” Tythos spoke up. “Even if we were being so weakened, there is little we can do; perhaps if we split, but keep the memory in our hearts so that one day we will reunite, all will be well, and we may march upon earth.”

“It is thus that I plan,” Dardos answered, “but I am not so patient as you. We are but mortal, and our memories die with us. We would tell our children to remember that we were one once, but the tale shall be distorted. Thus, we shall indeed split, but work to pull down creation from the inside. If we split, but then in secrecy convince each of the gods to our reasoning, then we may fell the Creator, and earth shall become paradise eternally. What say you?”

“This is madness,” answered the captains.

“Then I will keep you to my breast; the village shall remain one, and defy the creator upon this riverbank.”

“We will not hear such treachery against the very universe,” answered his captains: twenty walked away, and took their bands with them, so that the men that remained were reduced to merely a fifth of their former host.

The five remained, however, and with them hundreds who followed them. “You are loyal, and brave,” Dardos told them. “I will name each of you an Admiral, and bid the people follow your command as they would my own. Arise, Lord Rasthos. Arise, Lord Birtal. Arise, Lord Kartin. Arise, Lord Chenos. Arise, Lord Nioa.” He turned to Tythos. “And you, my loyal counselor, accept the title of Lord Chamberlain, to manage the people when I cannot.”

“We accept with grace, my king,” each of them said in turn.

“Now bid the people who remain to pack their goods into wagons that they themselves can haul, and ration the grain, for the Creator will not waste time in moving against us.”

* * * * * * * * *​

 

[~Darkening~]

Spoiler :

Acheron
Capital: Arcades
Ruler: Veruis Resche
Government: Supremem Dictatorship
Economy (Points): 3 {base value}/TC's
Population: 2
Culture:
Stability: 0
Prestige: Choose one; Dread 2
Army (Quality): 5,000 Pratagi {Infantry}(Inferior)
Navy (Quality): 0 (Inferior)
Education: 0
Tech. Level: Bronze Age
Projects: Carnos Vulcari (1 point spent towards it) [+Arcades Trade Center]
Nation Background: An often-violent, overcrowded series of city-states that lie along the coast and within the core of the delta.

 

[Kal'thzar]

Sneaky Dark with the project there...*shrug* you pay more for it I guess

Second you realise you will start RIGHT next to Germanicus? giving you this whole Upper and Lower Egypt type thing?

(actually to be fair I was going to put an NPC there anyway )

 

[andis-1]

lurker's comment: Just so that you know that I'm here. Watch your backs

 

[~Darkening~]

Eh, how is it sneaky when you say that its allowed right on the front page? Bah. I'm sure Germanicius won't mind me as a neighbor....

 

[Abaddon]

Edited myself in.
Orders following shortly.

 

[Kal'thzar]

ok Alls good, I will do update 0 sometime today or tommorrow (considering Time constraints), orders are in for Friday midnight (GMT). Update over weekend, etc.

I currently have 2 people (or is it 3 ?) that wish to join later, so this should be good.

I'll be adding in a LOT of NPC's.

 

[Abaddon]

Sweet, Bring on the NPC's