jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders sent!
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II
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Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
You have my orders, Iggy.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Thanks Cleric. If I need your help with anything, I'll send a PM.
My orders will come tonight.
My orders will come tonight.
But the Aurorae are nice.
Acting on a suggestion from Kal'Thzar, would you like to make infantry 5 times cheaper than Cavalry? So 1 point will buy 5000 Infantry, 1 point will buy 1000 Cavalry.
I may also fix up the navy. I mean, galleys cost the same as Khemri's Tridents with my current system.
I may also fix up the navy. I mean, galleys cost the same as Khemri's Tridents with my current system.
Wubba360
Emperor
orders sent 
long live Myocaca
long live Myocaca
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
heck yes i would, but cavalry would have to be a little bit stronger... cause i <3 cavalry
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
oh yea.... right forgot about that
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Only if you retrofit the existing numbers. I don't want my existing army to be doubled with one point of spending.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
That would make a lot more sense, and i could stop conscripting 15,000 peepes a turn
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Ok!
I'm working on orders, of course certain people who I've asked to contact me should definitely do that, or maybe get on MSN if they have it.
I'm working on orders, of course certain people who I've asked to contact me should definitely do that, or maybe get on MSN if they have it.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Yes, I agree with kal'thzar's proposal! LONG LIVE THE MASSES OF HAN CONSCRIPTS! 
Orders to come soon
Orders to come soon
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Eh, I love conscripts. This will work also. Orders after I ensure my own death.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
White Roses
"There is no spirit like that of the Valin people. Even if you truly hate us, acknowledge our sacrifice."
-Xenophon
---
He had heard the stories, but...was this truly possible?
The guide, crouched on the ground in front of him, was dressed in the traditional furs and skins of the frontier peoples. Though he missed normal cloth, these clothes were very warming, especially for this frigid wasteland.
The snow was falling slowly, silently.
Both men, staying absolutely silent, were slowly inching forward through the undergrowth. His guide motioned him over.
"As I was ordered, I observed for three days," he whispered. "During the day, the larger one, presumably male, heads off to hunt. Typically he uses his claws, but I have seen him attack deer and aldion with a wooden club. The female stays near this clearing, but occasionally wanders off to chase prey. The infant sleeps. He's been weaned, but is still very dependent on the parents."
The man looked worried. "So...I'm just supposed to run in there and grab it?"
The guide shrugged. "You're the expert. The mother's tracks look fresh, so she must have left not long ago. Move quickly."
The man took a deep breath, and stepped into the clearing. Everything was silent. A squirrel darted up a tree in fear. The snow continued to fall. He paced forward, silently, flowing across the field. He could see the "nest," several tree trunks uprooted and stacked together roughly in the shape of a cone. He decided that speed would be wiser than silence. And so he ran clumsily across the rest of the clearing, pausing for breath outside the tent.
It was dark inside. It looked like the floor was littered with bones, and...less appealing things. But in the corner, curled up in a tiny white ball and snoring softly, he saw it.
The reason for everything. Why the settlement of the frontier mountains was restricted. Why the Citadel cartographers had been turned back. Why a steady stream of scholars and soldiers in Unias and Paridium had been sent "away" on "permanent leave". He picked up the infant tentatively. The creature waved its fists in a sleepy gesture, but didn't wake up.
Then he heard it. First a rumble. Then a distant crash. After that...footsteps. Far too loud to be human.
It was definitely time to go. He ran out of the tent, just in time to see the creature's mother smash into the clearing. She was massive, the scientist in him said, probably fifteen feet tall, and a bipedal at that. But the rest of his body was screaming at him very loudly to get out of there.
The mother saw a small brown creature clutching her baby. And she roared, a vast primal scream that echoed through the valley. Then she charged.
The man ran faster than he thought was possible. His feet barely touched the ground.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Delios!"
The scout slid out of the forest, drawing back his bow. Two black arrows flew gracefully through the air to plunge into the creature's chest. She didn't even break her stride.
This was very, very bad. Still clutching the tiny infant, the scholar and the scout fled into the forest, firing arrows as they retreated. They would flee for hours, and would barely escape with their lives. But they had it. They had found the White Shadow.
---
"Thanatos passed last night."
The Assemblum greeted the announcement with silence. It had been expected, ever since the Stratikrator had taken a stomach wound in the retreat from Tellium, as his troops fought a desparate rearguard action to protect the army's withdrawal.
High Elder Palerian stood, clutching the silver staff of his office to keep his balance. This man, too, was nearing his end.
"The Union of Ardan's peace proposal is enticing," he said. "It would allow us to retreat from war with Veritas itself, and still salvage our dignity. What say you all?"
The Assemblum remained silent. It seemed that each man was lost in his own thoughts. Finally, an aged Elder stood, possibly the only one older than Palerian himself. With a wavering voice, he spoke.
"I have lived for over a century. My time is ending, and everything is growing dark. To die and see Veritas at peace would be good."
Palerian nodded, "Your point is valid."
"But I am not finished," the Elder asserted. "Peace is good. We began in peace, and the One intends us to prosper in peace. But the people of Salvation, and Tellium, and Lux, and Andama will not have peace. The people of Redemption, and Paleras, and Saenium will not have peace. They will have oppression, persecution, and death. The Light of the One will be stifled and destroyed. Because the pagan empires of Tellus fear two things in their hearts: The government of the people, and worship of a deity greater than themselves."
The Elder seemed to be a younger version of himself. "This world cannot stand divided, half enslaved and half free. It must become all of one, or all of the other. We must surrender, or fight until the Republics are secured."
The light in his eyes faded, and his hands shook. The Elder sat down.
Palerian rose. "I asked this question as a test of faith. Whosoever wishes to end this war now, raise your voice. For I, in good conscience, cannot continue if we are not of one voice."
No one in the Assemblum moved.
"Then we are agreed. The first task is the appointment of a Stratikrator. Every Host-Lord under Veritasan command is at the front, or in Norvalin. The garrison and militia officers here in Exilsium will not serve. Who, my lords, will be the next commander?"
There was a noise in the outer hall, and something which sounded like the echo of a struggle. Noises like that, Palerian reflected, meant something was about to happen.
The doors burst open, and a small column of men walked into the chamber. Seven of the men wore white cloaks and platemail, and each wore a longsword strapped to his back. Their leader was cloaked in black, with a hood over his face.
"The Assemblum stands divided and silent," his mocking voice remarked. "It seems that the great lords of the Valin people are at a crossroads."
Palerian pointed his staff at the man. "What gives you the authority to enter into this holy Assemblum?"
"Why, my good friend Palerian! You do not recognize me? In fact I am your equal, given temporary rank of High Elder by the provisional Assemblum of the White Rose. Of course, they're all dead, but the rank remains."
"No, that's impossible! You died!"
"My life, as it was, did end. But the One saw fit to hide me, as he hid the Exiles from the storms that crossed the sea."
The Assemblum whispered to itself, several members standing to get a good look at the man.
"It was a long journey across the sea, and I had expected better welcome. But be that as it may, there is work to be done."
The stranger pulled back his hood. The face underneath was heavily scarred, and almost unrecognizable from the man he was. His hair was cut, and he was thinner. But it was indisputably him.
Palerian smiled. "The Liberator."
"Indeed. Of course I might have been more polite in my entrance, but there is only one request I bring to the Assemblum, really quite an easy one."
"Anything you ask."
"Make me Stratikrator."
"There is no spirit like that of the Valin people. Even if you truly hate us, acknowledge our sacrifice."
-Xenophon
---
He had heard the stories, but...was this truly possible?
The guide, crouched on the ground in front of him, was dressed in the traditional furs and skins of the frontier peoples. Though he missed normal cloth, these clothes were very warming, especially for this frigid wasteland.
The snow was falling slowly, silently.
Both men, staying absolutely silent, were slowly inching forward through the undergrowth. His guide motioned him over.
"As I was ordered, I observed for three days," he whispered. "During the day, the larger one, presumably male, heads off to hunt. Typically he uses his claws, but I have seen him attack deer and aldion with a wooden club. The female stays near this clearing, but occasionally wanders off to chase prey. The infant sleeps. He's been weaned, but is still very dependent on the parents."
The man looked worried. "So...I'm just supposed to run in there and grab it?"
The guide shrugged. "You're the expert. The mother's tracks look fresh, so she must have left not long ago. Move quickly."
The man took a deep breath, and stepped into the clearing. Everything was silent. A squirrel darted up a tree in fear. The snow continued to fall. He paced forward, silently, flowing across the field. He could see the "nest," several tree trunks uprooted and stacked together roughly in the shape of a cone. He decided that speed would be wiser than silence. And so he ran clumsily across the rest of the clearing, pausing for breath outside the tent.
It was dark inside. It looked like the floor was littered with bones, and...less appealing things. But in the corner, curled up in a tiny white ball and snoring softly, he saw it.
The reason for everything. Why the settlement of the frontier mountains was restricted. Why the Citadel cartographers had been turned back. Why a steady stream of scholars and soldiers in Unias and Paridium had been sent "away" on "permanent leave". He picked up the infant tentatively. The creature waved its fists in a sleepy gesture, but didn't wake up.
Then he heard it. First a rumble. Then a distant crash. After that...footsteps. Far too loud to be human.
It was definitely time to go. He ran out of the tent, just in time to see the creature's mother smash into the clearing. She was massive, the scientist in him said, probably fifteen feet tall, and a bipedal at that. But the rest of his body was screaming at him very loudly to get out of there.
The mother saw a small brown creature clutching her baby. And she roared, a vast primal scream that echoed through the valley. Then she charged.
The man ran faster than he thought was possible. His feet barely touched the ground.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Delios!"
The scout slid out of the forest, drawing back his bow. Two black arrows flew gracefully through the air to plunge into the creature's chest. She didn't even break her stride.
This was very, very bad. Still clutching the tiny infant, the scholar and the scout fled into the forest, firing arrows as they retreated. They would flee for hours, and would barely escape with their lives. But they had it. They had found the White Shadow.
---
"Thanatos passed last night."
The Assemblum greeted the announcement with silence. It had been expected, ever since the Stratikrator had taken a stomach wound in the retreat from Tellium, as his troops fought a desparate rearguard action to protect the army's withdrawal.
High Elder Palerian stood, clutching the silver staff of his office to keep his balance. This man, too, was nearing his end.
"The Union of Ardan's peace proposal is enticing," he said. "It would allow us to retreat from war with Veritas itself, and still salvage our dignity. What say you all?"
The Assemblum remained silent. It seemed that each man was lost in his own thoughts. Finally, an aged Elder stood, possibly the only one older than Palerian himself. With a wavering voice, he spoke.
"I have lived for over a century. My time is ending, and everything is growing dark. To die and see Veritas at peace would be good."
Palerian nodded, "Your point is valid."
"But I am not finished," the Elder asserted. "Peace is good. We began in peace, and the One intends us to prosper in peace. But the people of Salvation, and Tellium, and Lux, and Andama will not have peace. The people of Redemption, and Paleras, and Saenium will not have peace. They will have oppression, persecution, and death. The Light of the One will be stifled and destroyed. Because the pagan empires of Tellus fear two things in their hearts: The government of the people, and worship of a deity greater than themselves."
The Elder seemed to be a younger version of himself. "This world cannot stand divided, half enslaved and half free. It must become all of one, or all of the other. We must surrender, or fight until the Republics are secured."
The light in his eyes faded, and his hands shook. The Elder sat down.
Palerian rose. "I asked this question as a test of faith. Whosoever wishes to end this war now, raise your voice. For I, in good conscience, cannot continue if we are not of one voice."
No one in the Assemblum moved.
"Then we are agreed. The first task is the appointment of a Stratikrator. Every Host-Lord under Veritasan command is at the front, or in Norvalin. The garrison and militia officers here in Exilsium will not serve. Who, my lords, will be the next commander?"
There was a noise in the outer hall, and something which sounded like the echo of a struggle. Noises like that, Palerian reflected, meant something was about to happen.
The doors burst open, and a small column of men walked into the chamber. Seven of the men wore white cloaks and platemail, and each wore a longsword strapped to his back. Their leader was cloaked in black, with a hood over his face.
"The Assemblum stands divided and silent," his mocking voice remarked. "It seems that the great lords of the Valin people are at a crossroads."
Palerian pointed his staff at the man. "What gives you the authority to enter into this holy Assemblum?"
"Why, my good friend Palerian! You do not recognize me? In fact I am your equal, given temporary rank of High Elder by the provisional Assemblum of the White Rose. Of course, they're all dead, but the rank remains."
"No, that's impossible! You died!"
"My life, as it was, did end. But the One saw fit to hide me, as he hid the Exiles from the storms that crossed the sea."
The Assemblum whispered to itself, several members standing to get a good look at the man.
"It was a long journey across the sea, and I had expected better welcome. But be that as it may, there is work to be done."
The stranger pulled back his hood. The face underneath was heavily scarred, and almost unrecognizable from the man he was. His hair was cut, and he was thinner. But it was indisputably him.
Palerian smiled. "The Liberator."
"Indeed. Of course I might have been more polite in my entrance, but there is only one request I bring to the Assemblum, really quite an easy one."
"Anything you ask."
"Make me Stratikrator."
North King
blech
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In reply to Mr. Xenophon,
No.
Sincerely, Random Merhai person
No.
Sincerely, Random Merhai person
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Mr. Xenophon can take his sacrifice and shove it up his @$$. The only sacrifice worth recognizing is the sacrifice of peace the Valin have always and will always make.
-Regioni(equivalent of a Grand Duke) Palarri
My orders will be in by noon tommorrow. Fukcing exams
-Regioni(equivalent of a Grand Duke) Palarri
My orders will be in by noon tommorrow. Fukcing exams
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