or you can kill everyone...
hi there LightFang, how are you
y halo thar.
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Hmm, hmm...I think it's about time I found a UU!
Story and stuff to come if I get inspired. I know you're all anxiously waiting. 8)
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II
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y halo thar.
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Hmm, hmm...I think it's about time I found a UU!
Story and stuff to come if I get inspired. I know you're all anxiously waiting. 8)
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: You people are getting on my nerves 
When that happens, I usually go out on a killing spree killing the said people who are annoying me... 
When that happens, I usually go out on a killing spree killing the said people who are annoying me... 
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Apperantly you're trying Swiss. Through, I'm pretty sure it'll be the other way around for this time.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
lets go panda boy BRING IT!!
on a more cheerful note, i have muffins
From the Gorinese Empire
To Skilv'so
We would like to start trade and reaffirm our previous friendship with an alliance of some sort...(ooc. and maybe muffins?)
on a more cheerful note, i have muffins
From the Gorinese Empire
To Skilv'so
We would like to start trade and reaffirm our previous friendship with an alliance of some sort...(ooc. and maybe muffins?)
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
"Panda boy"? Eh, Ken you do realize the boat you're in? Gorin still has a pretty big dagger logged in its back. But, what do I know, you're doing us a favor . As I believe Stormbringer pointed out, it's actually extremely hard to get alex to commit to anything.
. As I believe Stormbringer pointed out, it's actually extremely hard to get alex to commit to anything.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
its called a joke... ha ha
have a muffin
have a muffin
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I did not see it as one. I demand an apology for the slur against my beliefs and my Chinese ethnicity.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
ummm what does being chinese have to do with pandas??
i dont see the connection? other than pandas are from china... sorta
yea chinese people dont look like pandas either... i just said that cause you have a giant panda for your avatar...
muffins?
i dont see the connection? other than pandas are from china... sorta
yea chinese people dont look like pandas either... i just said that cause you have a giant panda for your avatar...
muffins?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I see how it is. I will now go write my story. Let us hope that your allies are willing to fight Guangfei due to your laspe of judgement.
I digress and will cease posting.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
lmao i really hope you are joking, cause i know i am (hence the oocness) anyway, im going to bed
the muffins are on the table, have fun
the muffins are on the table, have fun
OOC Note that Mikel Ambrotos will find funny:
Yes, they seem levelheaded enough.
Back on topic: This may be the second most pathetic war after the one where the Gerbers declared war on the Moguls for saying no to 'hey, lets trad e[sic] guys!'
Yes, they seem levelheaded enough.
Back on topic: This may be the second most pathetic war after the one where the Gerbers declared war on the Moguls for saying no to 'hey, lets trad e[sic] guys!'
foolish icarus
Shipwreck
Skilvso to Gorin
Peace and well greetings, men and women of the Wardash.
For trade, your ships are welcome to ply our docks so long as their prows come painted in peace, and our markets are places where any fellow or missus can trade good wares for good coin. Truly, you'll find plenty o' persons with a bit of eagerness for another source of tradin from the north.
As for that matter of alliances, we're allied with Khemri and beyond that any other people will have to do something real special to prove they're right to have our trust, but we're always happy for general friendship and honesty with good spirited folk. Some of the folks you've got now were once our kin, and we'll be courteous and forthright in all our dealins with you so long as you extend the same consideration to us.
Fair winds to wisdom,
The Council of Princes
Peace and well greetings, men and women of the Wardash.
For trade, your ships are welcome to ply our docks so long as their prows come painted in peace, and our markets are places where any fellow or missus can trade good wares for good coin. Truly, you'll find plenty o' persons with a bit of eagerness for another source of tradin from the north.
As for that matter of alliances, we're allied with Khemri and beyond that any other people will have to do something real special to prove they're right to have our trust, but we're always happy for general friendship and honesty with good spirited folk. Some of the folks you've got now were once our kin, and we'll be courteous and forthright in all our dealins with you so long as you extend the same consideration to us.
Fair winds to wisdom,
The Council of Princes
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Well, remember the specific exception...
Shadowbound
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OOC: Right. So, replace the centers with cities and I'll start plotting out the story sequence and looking for a time to make them centers.
BTW, what does the gray and white on the map mean? I have some ideas, but they're probably wrong.
BTW, what does the gray and white on the map mean? I have some ideas, but they're probably wrong.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
The Crusade
Te, Stratikrator, Ðekeron o`lannos tec`Veritas, a tec`ela`Assemblai, protorion virse-ela chatosi, eöntasei Eta-kelaeii, a virikratos Elo`valum`viriae.
I, Stratikrator, pledge allegiance (eternally) to Veritas, and to her Assemblum, as a wall (defending) against her enemies, protector of the Ones servants, and executor of his just will.
-Stratikrators Oath of Service, circa 900 P.D.
Prologue:
Passing through the thickening clouds, a light rain began to fall. For miles around, the soft patter of water on grass filled the ears of those still alive. In the predawn light, smoke rose silently from a shallow valley. It was warm, as a soft breeze blew in from the sea. It swirled around the rising tendrils of smoke, and they reluctantly gave way, dissipating into the night air. Even in the mountains of central Exilsium, no place was far from the sea.
As the curtain of smoke pulled away, a shallow valley was revealed. It ran red with blood. Some kind of battle, or slaughter, had happened here. Moving closer to the carnage, there were hundreds of bodies, broken and bleeding, that lay at haphazard angles across the entire length of the valley. Towards the eastern end, a small village was clustered near the worst part of the battlefield. The corpses lay thickest here. A figure slowly emerged from the carnage, pushing aside the two bodies that lay on top of him. Back hunched, he tore off his helmet and ran.
He ran for what seemed like hours, stopping only to collapse in a heap at the foot of a great tree. Gasping for breath, he lay back against the tree, sobbing uncontrollably. This was madness. This was was
---
They came in waves. The enemy had cold eyes, he saw. They had been beaten back and defeated before, but there were always more. As both armies moved north, the warfare became crueler, and more barbaric. They were fighting for their homes.
Men! Now we will break these scum, for honor and glory!
For honor and glory!
The battle was joined, as both sides met in the center of the valley. Slowly, inevitably, they forced the enemy back towards that village. It had been cleared long before the enemy scouts arrived, but abruptly a flaming arrow struck one of the thatched roofs. They burst into flames, as the enemys archers dived off the building, shrieking in pain.
They were forming for a cavalry charge. Spearmen were ordered to the front, and the ranks of horse crashed into them like waves beating on the rocks at Krenel. They held, and he drove a spear into the heart of an oncoming horse. It foamed, and collapsed right in front of him. He barely cleared the writhing body, hearing the horses scream as one of his comrades finished it off.
They were falling back, praise all! They retreated silently, bowing to numbers and strength. Their gray cloaks whispered as they fled the valley, leaving only smoking ruins in their wake. The men cheered, and one of their captains ordered him and five others to sweep the houses still standing for hidden enemies.
He entered the first house, a simple cottage, breaking down the door with a kick. Inside he saw one of his comrades, holding a child by the hair. She was small, with dark eyes had black hair. Her eyes pleaded for mercy, but she didnt struggle. Her parents lay behind, in a pool of blood.
He screamed. The blade fell. Something caught fire, and outside he heard a shout. The enemy! An ambush, they cried, the enemy had laid a trap.
Figures in the door, blades in their hands! Darkness.
---
He sat in the shadow of the tree, and dawn did not come. The clouds were thickening. Then he heard the telltale clatter of cavalry. Three horses approached, and their soldiers dismounted. They had cold, bright swords, and colder eyes. The tallest one wore a purple cape.
They were Valins. He would die now.
Te, Stratikrator, Ðekeron o`lannos tec`Veritas, a tec`ela`Assemblai, protorion virse-ela chatosi, eöntasei Eta-kelaeii, a virikratos Elo`valum`viriae.
I, Stratikrator, pledge allegiance (eternally) to Veritas, and to her Assemblum, as a wall (defending) against her enemies, protector of the Ones servants, and executor of his just will.
-Stratikrators Oath of Service, circa 900 P.D.
Prologue:
Passing through the thickening clouds, a light rain began to fall. For miles around, the soft patter of water on grass filled the ears of those still alive. In the predawn light, smoke rose silently from a shallow valley. It was warm, as a soft breeze blew in from the sea. It swirled around the rising tendrils of smoke, and they reluctantly gave way, dissipating into the night air. Even in the mountains of central Exilsium, no place was far from the sea.
As the curtain of smoke pulled away, a shallow valley was revealed. It ran red with blood. Some kind of battle, or slaughter, had happened here. Moving closer to the carnage, there were hundreds of bodies, broken and bleeding, that lay at haphazard angles across the entire length of the valley. Towards the eastern end, a small village was clustered near the worst part of the battlefield. The corpses lay thickest here. A figure slowly emerged from the carnage, pushing aside the two bodies that lay on top of him. Back hunched, he tore off his helmet and ran.
He ran for what seemed like hours, stopping only to collapse in a heap at the foot of a great tree. Gasping for breath, he lay back against the tree, sobbing uncontrollably. This was madness. This was was
---
They came in waves. The enemy had cold eyes, he saw. They had been beaten back and defeated before, but there were always more. As both armies moved north, the warfare became crueler, and more barbaric. They were fighting for their homes.
Men! Now we will break these scum, for honor and glory!
For honor and glory!
The battle was joined, as both sides met in the center of the valley. Slowly, inevitably, they forced the enemy back towards that village. It had been cleared long before the enemy scouts arrived, but abruptly a flaming arrow struck one of the thatched roofs. They burst into flames, as the enemys archers dived off the building, shrieking in pain.
They were forming for a cavalry charge. Spearmen were ordered to the front, and the ranks of horse crashed into them like waves beating on the rocks at Krenel. They held, and he drove a spear into the heart of an oncoming horse. It foamed, and collapsed right in front of him. He barely cleared the writhing body, hearing the horses scream as one of his comrades finished it off.
They were falling back, praise all! They retreated silently, bowing to numbers and strength. Their gray cloaks whispered as they fled the valley, leaving only smoking ruins in their wake. The men cheered, and one of their captains ordered him and five others to sweep the houses still standing for hidden enemies.
He entered the first house, a simple cottage, breaking down the door with a kick. Inside he saw one of his comrades, holding a child by the hair. She was small, with dark eyes had black hair. Her eyes pleaded for mercy, but she didnt struggle. Her parents lay behind, in a pool of blood.
He screamed. The blade fell. Something caught fire, and outside he heard a shout. The enemy! An ambush, they cried, the enemy had laid a trap.
Figures in the door, blades in their hands! Darkness.
---
He sat in the shadow of the tree, and dawn did not come. The clouds were thickening. Then he heard the telltale clatter of cavalry. Three horses approached, and their soldiers dismounted. They had cold, bright swords, and colder eyes. The tallest one wore a purple cape.
They were Valins. He would die now.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
erez what nation you play?
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