LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II
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Oruc
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OOC: wait where in-character? well considering im about to be invaded, this wont hurt that much.
Fine, Adar pledge's to never again wage an aggressive war.
OOC: I suppose I should clarify something, if your people try and enter Adar's borders they wont be allowed entry. Although your allowed in Zemora.
Shadowbound
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OOC: Note to self: It is Sintonia, not Swintopia. Must stop updating in the middle of the night.
Rumors leak out of Sintonia, from the desert traders who bring goods on camels to the nearby Bladeist colonies or the sleek trade-ships that run along the coast of the continent. One of these rumors is that of an artifact discovered in Pelarus, one inset with two crossed swords, held by identical figures in the tablet. They are set over a map of Sintonia, along with the nearby lands and oceans. One sword points down from the Bladeist colonies to the north, crossing what is now known as Sintonia before stopping just north of the lands claimed by the King. The other is perpendicular to the other, leading from the ocean, over Sintonia, and all the way to the river across the mountains. The swords were supposedly lifted out of the tablet, their steel dull but their edges sharp, and where they met an emerald had been set into it, sitting right at the far end of the main pass over the mountains.
King Hazim has claimed that the tablet, and the swords, show what Sintonia should be, and has claimed all the lands from the ocean, over the mountains, all the way to the river. He claims that the Sworded Map was a gift from the All-blades, a unique Sintonian perception of swords as a single being, which had been formed under Veritan control and Oneist influence.
Rumors leak out of Sintonia, from the desert traders who bring goods on camels to the nearby Bladeist colonies or the sleek trade-ships that run along the coast of the continent. One of these rumors is that of an artifact discovered in Pelarus, one inset with two crossed swords, held by identical figures in the tablet. They are set over a map of Sintonia, along with the nearby lands and oceans. One sword points down from the Bladeist colonies to the north, crossing what is now known as Sintonia before stopping just north of the lands claimed by the King. The other is perpendicular to the other, leading from the ocean, over Sintonia, and all the way to the river across the mountains. The swords were supposedly lifted out of the tablet, their steel dull but their edges sharp, and where they met an emerald had been set into it, sitting right at the far end of the main pass over the mountains.
King Hazim has claimed that the tablet, and the swords, show what Sintonia should be, and has claimed all the lands from the ocean, over the mountains, all the way to the river. He claims that the Sworded Map was a gift from the All-blades, a unique Sintonian perception of swords as a single being, which had been formed under Veritan control and Oneist influence.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
I'll be away until next Saturday. I'll try to send orders, but just in case:
Group #1 will proceed north and west from the Citadel, conquering Gorin, Croyodon, Merhai, and Shalamari. It will link up with Group #2, which will conquer the new world, then land on Veritas. The two groups will then conquer Khmeri. Group #3 will proceed north from our southern city, conquering Guangfei, Magland, etc. All three groups will join up to conquer the Swade and Myocaca. Then world domination will be complete.
Group #1 will proceed north and west from the Citadel, conquering Gorin, Croyodon, Merhai, and Shalamari. It will link up with Group #2, which will conquer the new world, then land on Veritas. The two groups will then conquer Khmeri. Group #3 will proceed north from our southern city, conquering Guangfei, Magland, etc. All three groups will join up to conquer the Swade and Myocaca. Then world domination will be complete.
Wubba360
Emperor
The drums beat as the sound reignated across the valley. The men in the Tower stood strong. As the enemy lined up Sunez stared down at the enemy.
"Draw your arrows men...aim..." Holding his arm up as the thunder crackled over head and the wind blew fiercly across the ground. As the heavens began to bleed, it was the sign Sunez needed, "Fire!"
A hail of arrows descended upon the enemy as they began to drop. The enemy general ran to the front on his bigjaur cheering his men they charged the Hamrin Wall. Carrying siege ladder they began climbing up like ants.
The field was black with men. They crawled up the walls relentlessly. Seargent Bradicus rallied his swordsmen to hold the wall. Drawing his sword he slashed upon the first man upon the wall. Hearing the crack of bone against steel the body fell limp to the earth below.
The Yu Yan and refugees at the gate still fired upon their enemy below. The enemy had yet to make any push for the gate. However, the wall slowly descended into man on man combat.
Although the Swade appeared to outnumber them, each man fought relentlessly. An old man drawing his axe broke the skull of a swade as blood spattered upon his face. Suddenly a massive volley came from the enemy, they would kill a hundred of their own if it meant killing one oneist.
Bradicus called the signal all men dropped down and raised their shields as the arrows rattled overhead. The swade around them found themselves without shade. Screams were blasted across the wall.
Suddenly the volley stopped. Picking up a scimitar Bradicus sheithed two swords cutting in an art form. Jumping back and forth weaving in and out cutting and jabbing. Caster stood beside him. The enemy was hardly a challenge. Throwing down ladders only caused more death for their enemies.
But in the distance the Hammer of the One was being put up. A ballistae of the grandest size.
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In the mean time a battering ram began to march up the ramp. Tossing stones and spears upon their enemies Sunez knew they were to many to keep them away. They had slowed them down but they still marched.
Soon the the ram cracked upon the gate. If the gate broke they would soon be over run. "Methuse get your men down to the gate. Don't let them through"
"Yes sir!"
Methuse ordered his men to seize tables and wood to board up the gate. "Move you dogs, this is your future!"
The wall was the battlefield and now the gate was holding but it was at a weak point, and in the distance the ballistae was being constructed, one finished no man power could hold up those walls.
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to be continued....
"Draw your arrows men...aim..." Holding his arm up as the thunder crackled over head and the wind blew fiercly across the ground. As the heavens began to bleed, it was the sign Sunez needed, "Fire!"
A hail of arrows descended upon the enemy as they began to drop. The enemy general ran to the front on his bigjaur cheering his men they charged the Hamrin Wall. Carrying siege ladder they began climbing up like ants.
The field was black with men. They crawled up the walls relentlessly. Seargent Bradicus rallied his swordsmen to hold the wall. Drawing his sword he slashed upon the first man upon the wall. Hearing the crack of bone against steel the body fell limp to the earth below.
The Yu Yan and refugees at the gate still fired upon their enemy below. The enemy had yet to make any push for the gate. However, the wall slowly descended into man on man combat.
Although the Swade appeared to outnumber them, each man fought relentlessly. An old man drawing his axe broke the skull of a swade as blood spattered upon his face. Suddenly a massive volley came from the enemy, they would kill a hundred of their own if it meant killing one oneist.
Bradicus called the signal all men dropped down and raised their shields as the arrows rattled overhead. The swade around them found themselves without shade. Screams were blasted across the wall.
Suddenly the volley stopped. Picking up a scimitar Bradicus sheithed two swords cutting in an art form. Jumping back and forth weaving in and out cutting and jabbing. Caster stood beside him. The enemy was hardly a challenge. Throwing down ladders only caused more death for their enemies.
But in the distance the Hammer of the One was being put up. A ballistae of the grandest size.
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In the mean time a battering ram began to march up the ramp. Tossing stones and spears upon their enemies Sunez knew they were to many to keep them away. They had slowed them down but they still marched.
Soon the the ram cracked upon the gate. If the gate broke they would soon be over run. "Methuse get your men down to the gate. Don't let them through"
"Yes sir!"
Methuse ordered his men to seize tables and wood to board up the gate. "Move you dogs, this is your future!"
The wall was the battlefield and now the gate was holding but it was at a weak point, and in the distance the ballistae was being constructed, one finished no man power could hold up those walls.
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to be continued....
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: The OOC ness of it all simply emphasized the insult and slur against me. I shall not rest until I gain an apology as the OOC ness simply made it personal!
But I digress. I hope all of Gorin will die a death a hundred times worse then Eldrania.
Wubba360
Emperor
The Harim Wall dripped blood from its sides. Yu-Yan and refugee armor was hardly distinguishible. All clothes were stained in blood. Bradicus swung his twin scimitars cutting like a mad man. Racking up death after death. The battle had lost all art or order.
It was pockets of men fighting for their lives. Caster stood by him slicing with vigor having abandoned the bow and arrow long ago. It was pointless to try and fight with such weapons now. Another young privet swordsmen, Simeon fought as well.
The three stood back to back jabbing at the horde around them. Simeon carried a regular sword and dagger. Suddenly a massive man descended on him. Thrusting his dagger into the opponent the warm dripping blood fell on Simeon's face. Unable to stand Simeon fell under the weight of the now dead man trying to get up.
Caster looked at the boy unable for one second to release him. The horde was relentless. Any false move and he would die. They still held all the stairs that would lead the enemy down into the tower.
Sill the thunder pounded through the sky and rain descended still more but it could not wash away the stain of blood.
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Sunez saw the wall. He could not allow the men to go un aided. Grabbing 4 men he ran for the stables. Horses would be no use, but Bigjaurs were perfect.
Running down he passed MEthuse still holding the gate. "Sir we are out of wood. We can't hold them much longer."
"Then be ready for a fight, drive them into the ground."
Running into the stalls Sunez grabbed the nearest Bigjaur and burst through the stables with speed. Riding up the stairs with his companions he flung himself upon the enemy.
The tearing of flesh and crack of bone pained Sunez but this was war at its purest most darkest stage. Man against man, to the death on the battlefield. In the fires he could see Bradicus and Caster fighting. Charging to aid them cried, "It is a good night to Die! Kill for the Living, Kill for the Dead!"
Suddenly a new urge swept the men as men began to connect up and drive the enemy back. Caster suddenly bent down shuving something over. Sunez wondered what was happening. Out of the crowd came a man, 7 ft tall. Carrying a hammer suddenly the crack of bone could be heard. Sunez screamed.
A young man got up, Simeon, slashing the man's head off. Sunez charged dropping off to pick up the limp Caster. Bradicus still fought viciosly. "I am sorry, I have failed Myocaca."
"No. brother, you have not failed, it is not over..." But he was already gone.
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In the distance the hammer was loaded and a massive rock was hurled, the Herim wall would finally fall.
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The rock came with an explosion as debris showered over them. Sunez ducked for cover as the wall broke open. The enemy began to pour into the plaza. Bradicus was first to react jumping down in front of the horde he began to hack away.
His face was that of a firey demon from hell. Unstoppable. Simeon soon jumped down with ten other refugees. They joined Bradicus and continued the fight. Sunez knew the wall was lost, now the fight was in the plaza.
Now if the gate fell two holes would open into the plaza. Then they would soon have to retreat. Methuse was far off, hopefully the old man had more to him then met the eye.
"For your freedom men!" Sunez charged down into the plaza with his men behind him. It was far from over, but so was sunrise. The Herim wall had been bloodied, now to would the plaza. In the blood would truth be found
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to be continued...
It was pockets of men fighting for their lives. Caster stood by him slicing with vigor having abandoned the bow and arrow long ago. It was pointless to try and fight with such weapons now. Another young privet swordsmen, Simeon fought as well.
The three stood back to back jabbing at the horde around them. Simeon carried a regular sword and dagger. Suddenly a massive man descended on him. Thrusting his dagger into the opponent the warm dripping blood fell on Simeon's face. Unable to stand Simeon fell under the weight of the now dead man trying to get up.
Caster looked at the boy unable for one second to release him. The horde was relentless. Any false move and he would die. They still held all the stairs that would lead the enemy down into the tower.
Sill the thunder pounded through the sky and rain descended still more but it could not wash away the stain of blood.
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Sunez saw the wall. He could not allow the men to go un aided. Grabbing 4 men he ran for the stables. Horses would be no use, but Bigjaurs were perfect.
Running down he passed MEthuse still holding the gate. "Sir we are out of wood. We can't hold them much longer."
"Then be ready for a fight, drive them into the ground."
Running into the stalls Sunez grabbed the nearest Bigjaur and burst through the stables with speed. Riding up the stairs with his companions he flung himself upon the enemy.
The tearing of flesh and crack of bone pained Sunez but this was war at its purest most darkest stage. Man against man, to the death on the battlefield. In the fires he could see Bradicus and Caster fighting. Charging to aid them cried, "It is a good night to Die! Kill for the Living, Kill for the Dead!"
Suddenly a new urge swept the men as men began to connect up and drive the enemy back. Caster suddenly bent down shuving something over. Sunez wondered what was happening. Out of the crowd came a man, 7 ft tall. Carrying a hammer suddenly the crack of bone could be heard. Sunez screamed.
A young man got up, Simeon, slashing the man's head off. Sunez charged dropping off to pick up the limp Caster. Bradicus still fought viciosly. "I am sorry, I have failed Myocaca."
"No. brother, you have not failed, it is not over..." But he was already gone.
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In the distance the hammer was loaded and a massive rock was hurled, the Herim wall would finally fall.
----------------------------------------------
The rock came with an explosion as debris showered over them. Sunez ducked for cover as the wall broke open. The enemy began to pour into the plaza. Bradicus was first to react jumping down in front of the horde he began to hack away.
His face was that of a firey demon from hell. Unstoppable. Simeon soon jumped down with ten other refugees. They joined Bradicus and continued the fight. Sunez knew the wall was lost, now the fight was in the plaza.
Now if the gate fell two holes would open into the plaza. Then they would soon have to retreat. Methuse was far off, hopefully the old man had more to him then met the eye.
"For your freedom men!" Sunez charged down into the plaza with his men behind him. It was far from over, but so was sunrise. The Herim wall had been bloodied, now to would the plaza. In the blood would truth be found
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to be continued...
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The three Ky sat on jet-black mares, watching the assault on the Hamrin wall from a hill-top behind the Swade lines. They were dressed in gray leathers, a chain-mail breastplate over their chest and chain gauntlets. Sky blue cloaks enfolded them, inset with the yellow sun of the Sunset Kingdom that was Sintonia, with a sword impaling it, that marked their order. Two curved blades rested in sheaths at each of their hips, another pair, longswords, slung over each's back.
"The Swade are over the wall." The senior-most said, an old man with a trimmed gray beard.
"That means nothing. The Myococans still hold the city, and the Swades have paid dearly." The one to his left answered, a tall man.
"Is the purpose of a fortress not to hold the enemy at the wall? This one has failed." The eldest replied.
"This has failed, but the Swade have not won. The Myococans are still strong." The tallest countered.
"Who wins or loses, it shall be clear by the end and we may report to the King."
"Only report? That is all we shall do in this war? Those who live by he blade should die and kill by the blade, but have we? And the grandmaster has decided to stay out of this because he does not have the will to kill cowardly Myococans?" The youngest said, who had thus far been silent. His mount bristled at the barely restrained energy of it's rider, as a good Sintonian horse should.
"That is the decision of the order. They are Bladeists, Swade and Myococans-"
"Pah! The Myococans are controlled by the Oneists."
-and the young Blade will learn to watch his tongue, before he learns the true meaning of dying by the sword." The oldest finished. The younger Ky wilted under his glare, and the mount took a nervous step or to back from the Oldest's own horse.
"I doubt we can tell what is happening from here. We should get closer to the battle." The tallest interrupted, seeking to change the subject.
"Perhaps... keep the blades sheathed. Remember, this is not our war."
"It may be Sintonia's." The tallest said as he spurred his stallion into a trot, at the same time as the youngest said, "It is a Bladeist's war."
The three Sintonian riders rode towards the battle, pressing their way through Swade soldiers, who's officers shooed them aside at the sight of the Sintonian crest on their cloaks.
"The Swade are over the wall." The senior-most said, an old man with a trimmed gray beard.
"That means nothing. The Myococans still hold the city, and the Swades have paid dearly." The one to his left answered, a tall man.
"Is the purpose of a fortress not to hold the enemy at the wall? This one has failed." The eldest replied.
"This has failed, but the Swade have not won. The Myococans are still strong." The tallest countered.
"Who wins or loses, it shall be clear by the end and we may report to the King."
"Only report? That is all we shall do in this war? Those who live by he blade should die and kill by the blade, but have we? And the grandmaster has decided to stay out of this because he does not have the will to kill cowardly Myococans?" The youngest said, who had thus far been silent. His mount bristled at the barely restrained energy of it's rider, as a good Sintonian horse should.
"That is the decision of the order. They are Bladeists, Swade and Myococans-"
"Pah! The Myococans are controlled by the Oneists."
-and the young Blade will learn to watch his tongue, before he learns the true meaning of dying by the sword." The oldest finished. The younger Ky wilted under his glare, and the mount took a nervous step or to back from the Oldest's own horse.
"I doubt we can tell what is happening from here. We should get closer to the battle." The tallest interrupted, seeking to change the subject.
"Perhaps... keep the blades sheathed. Remember, this is not our war."
"It may be Sintonia's." The tallest said as he spurred his stallion into a trot, at the same time as the youngest said, "It is a Bladeist's war."
The three Sintonian riders rode towards the battle, pressing their way through Swade soldiers, who's officers shooed them aside at the sight of the Sintonian crest on their cloaks.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
i didn't insult you so....
Of War and Religion
"War is war, is war, is war, is war. Har har, reflexive property."
-Mathematician Transvit Bakon
Priest Karzt was, by now, an old man. No longer did he take his daily walk around the palace grounds to look at the perpetually unfinished Monuments of Karholm. He hadn't liked this part of becoming old. The walks had slowly become more and more exhausting, until it became weekly, and then monthly, and now he just sat around the palace. He sighed. Maybe he wouldn't get to see the finished monuments upon completion.
And, plus, he could just hear the gossip around the town halls. Zekat visited him every day to tell him the news and such, the juicy gossip that his silly advisor Sevin Floumite didn't want him to hear. So he knew about the rumors flying that he had made an unholy pact that granted him a long life. He hadn't liked this part of getting old either.
To make matters worse, there was the whole Extinction Doctrine thing. Every single day, the Swade diplomat bothered him.
"Today is a fine day for killing Oneists, am I right?"
"Hey, you know what you should do? Destroy all the Oneists!"
"Come on, you know you want to slay them, just like we did!"
Of course, he didn't say that to his face, but Zekat told him of their dealings, and with the people, trying to create an anti-Oneist mindset. Yet, that would never work in Karholm, he knew. Under his decided neutrality, Karholm had grown into a cultural center, a magnet for philosophy and a shelter for peace within the storms of war that blew around.
One day, he thought. One day, we shall even rival the Citadel.
And now, to complete the negative sandwich, his thoughts drifted again to the impeding problem of the heir, just because his brain wanted to keep him up , late at night, in the twilight of his life. Yes, evidently, he had been blessed with this hard decision to make. Only the One knew which way would be best.
Aagi had not stabilized with time. Indeed, he had become more handsome, with exquisite long golden hair and blue eyes as bright as crystal, but his mind still remained an anachronism, childish and delusional. Now in the supposed prime of his life, he was still as crazy as ever. Karzt held no ill feelings toward this bête noire. At least he was happy, his head filled with adventures, people, tales, and such.
Still, he absolutely would not do. He honestly would have rather had Zekat sit the throne, and this he was tempted to do, despite the controversy it was sure to bring. Zekat had grown handsome too, but in a darker way, with jet black hair and haunting, taunting brown eyes. Really, Karzt did not know where they had gotten their beauty, but it surely didn't come from him, nor his now deceased wife.
Zekat was ahead of his time in brains too. He was cool and calculating, and yet he loved to party. Karzt still remembered the bash the prince had thrown on his marriage day. If he recalled correctly, and he usually did, the prince had ridden up and down the palace stairs with his friends on horses and even swung from the palace chandelier. He was wily too, for he had gotten the king drunk enough not to care until later. The king smiled. Yes, Zekat would be good. It all balanced out in the end.
Priest Karzt was interrupted from his thoughts by a light clicking of boots, which signaled Zekat's daily visitation. He always came at promptly three in the afternoon, just in time for his afternoon tea.
"Father," he said, as he entered.
"Son."
"I bring news."
"Speak."
"I trust you have heard of the Extinction Doctrine." Of course he had. That was talked about every bloody day. What should Aryie do? What could she do?
"Yes. And you are my Bladeist son."
"Yes. I've decided on one thing, Father. You might not like it."
Regicide, perhaps? Killing the king would make the most sense, since it had called for the extinction of all Oneists. Karzt found himself indifferent. Was this how he was to die, not caring?
"Go on."
"I've decided that I'm not going to heed the doctrine. I'm going to urge the populace not to either. It's stupid. I figured you might not like it because you've always taught me to honor religious figures who probably know more than I do. I know one thing though. I may not be a good Bladeist in the eyes of Evern III Wilipi, but I've decided, there is no way the Blademaster would condone it. I shall get my just desserts in the end, as will the Oneists. No offense, Father."
He nodded, almost disappointed that the solution of finding a heir wasn't going to be so easily solved with his murder. They talked about trivial things, and at least, Zekat left.
Forged from Bladeist fury and Aryian temperance. Yes...he would make a fine monarch.
"War is war, is war, is war, is war. Har har, reflexive property."
-Mathematician Transvit Bakon
Priest Karzt was, by now, an old man. No longer did he take his daily walk around the palace grounds to look at the perpetually unfinished Monuments of Karholm. He hadn't liked this part of becoming old. The walks had slowly become more and more exhausting, until it became weekly, and then monthly, and now he just sat around the palace. He sighed. Maybe he wouldn't get to see the finished monuments upon completion.
And, plus, he could just hear the gossip around the town halls. Zekat visited him every day to tell him the news and such, the juicy gossip that his silly advisor Sevin Floumite didn't want him to hear. So he knew about the rumors flying that he had made an unholy pact that granted him a long life. He hadn't liked this part of getting old either.
To make matters worse, there was the whole Extinction Doctrine thing. Every single day, the Swade diplomat bothered him.
"Today is a fine day for killing Oneists, am I right?"
"Hey, you know what you should do? Destroy all the Oneists!"
"Come on, you know you want to slay them, just like we did!"
Of course, he didn't say that to his face, but Zekat told him of their dealings, and with the people, trying to create an anti-Oneist mindset. Yet, that would never work in Karholm, he knew. Under his decided neutrality, Karholm had grown into a cultural center, a magnet for philosophy and a shelter for peace within the storms of war that blew around.
One day, he thought. One day, we shall even rival the Citadel.
And now, to complete the negative sandwich, his thoughts drifted again to the impeding problem of the heir, just because his brain wanted to keep him up , late at night, in the twilight of his life. Yes, evidently, he had been blessed with this hard decision to make. Only the One knew which way would be best.
Aagi had not stabilized with time. Indeed, he had become more handsome, with exquisite long golden hair and blue eyes as bright as crystal, but his mind still remained an anachronism, childish and delusional. Now in the supposed prime of his life, he was still as crazy as ever. Karzt held no ill feelings toward this bête noire. At least he was happy, his head filled with adventures, people, tales, and such.
Still, he absolutely would not do. He honestly would have rather had Zekat sit the throne, and this he was tempted to do, despite the controversy it was sure to bring. Zekat had grown handsome too, but in a darker way, with jet black hair and haunting, taunting brown eyes. Really, Karzt did not know where they had gotten their beauty, but it surely didn't come from him, nor his now deceased wife.
Zekat was ahead of his time in brains too. He was cool and calculating, and yet he loved to party. Karzt still remembered the bash the prince had thrown on his marriage day. If he recalled correctly, and he usually did, the prince had ridden up and down the palace stairs with his friends on horses and even swung from the palace chandelier. He was wily too, for he had gotten the king drunk enough not to care until later. The king smiled. Yes, Zekat would be good. It all balanced out in the end.
Priest Karzt was interrupted from his thoughts by a light clicking of boots, which signaled Zekat's daily visitation. He always came at promptly three in the afternoon, just in time for his afternoon tea.
"Father," he said, as he entered.
"Son."
"I bring news."
"Speak."
"I trust you have heard of the Extinction Doctrine." Of course he had. That was talked about every bloody day. What should Aryie do? What could she do?
"Yes. And you are my Bladeist son."
"Yes. I've decided on one thing, Father. You might not like it."
Regicide, perhaps? Killing the king would make the most sense, since it had called for the extinction of all Oneists. Karzt found himself indifferent. Was this how he was to die, not caring?
"Go on."
"I've decided that I'm not going to heed the doctrine. I'm going to urge the populace not to either. It's stupid. I figured you might not like it because you've always taught me to honor religious figures who probably know more than I do. I know one thing though. I may not be a good Bladeist in the eyes of Evern III Wilipi, but I've decided, there is no way the Blademaster would condone it. I shall get my just desserts in the end, as will the Oneists. No offense, Father."
He nodded, almost disappointed that the solution of finding a heir wasn't going to be so easily solved with his murder. They talked about trivial things, and at least, Zekat left.
Forged from Bladeist fury and Aryian temperance. Yes...he would make a fine monarch.
Don't you mean 'deceased' wife?
@the Swade ambassador.
@the Swade ambassador.
Grey is barbarian, white is uninhabited.
:rofl:I'll be away until next Saturday. I'll try to send orders, but just in case:
Group #1 will proceed north and west from the Citadel, conquering Gorin, Croyodon, Merhai, and Shalamari. It will link up with Group #2, which will conquer the new world, then land on Veritas. The two groups will then conquer Khmeri. Group #3 will proceed north from our southern city, conquering Guangfei, Magland, etc. All three groups will join up to conquer the Swade and Myocaca. Then world domination will be complete.
There wasn't any Bladeist-to Bladeist fighting in New Veritas. The Swades acted there first, before anyone else could react.
Shadowbound
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Myococans are Bladeist, right?
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Wubba's story characters with the names are Bladeist, right?
I'm missing the start to this whole thing, here's what I can tell:
Swade: Bladeist, wanting to kill all Oneists
Myococa: Bladeist, with a large Oneist pop
Swade invades Myococa. I thought the Bladeist Myococans were actually fighting them, or is it just the Oneists?
I'm missing the start to this whole thing, here's what I can tell:
Swade: Bladeist, wanting to kill all Oneists
Myococa: Bladeist, with a large Oneist pop
Swade invades Myococa. I thought the Bladeist Myococans were actually fighting them, or is it just the Oneists?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Out of curiosity iggy, what percentage of my population isn't ethnically "Han" so to speak?
And maybe asking wubba would be better then asking iggy
And maybe asking wubba would be better then asking iggy
Wubba360
Emperor
The men of Herim are mainly oneist but their are many bladeists amongst them. Oneists are scattered in Myocaca and abroad and their is currently an attempt to bring all oneists back and join the army
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OOC: Okie dokie. Now for teh storiez!
In the Royal Palace of Sintonia, where King Hazim held his court on the feast-days, the King himself sat. Beneath him were two seperate cushions and a masterpiece that only a foreigner would dare call a mere "carpet", and around him was the gentle flowing of water, and the soft twinkling of musicians in other parts of the palace.
This did not penetrate to him. Beyond the grand hall where courtiers and nobles mingled, night and day, past the double chambers of soldiers, through the rooms filled with artwork and his harem, and another chamber of guards, these Ky, before one could even reach his greeting hall, and beyond that were the rooms where the King himself lived. Very little penetrated that was not meant to penetrate, but one thing could not be kept out by thousands of guards.
"Tell me, Hazim, how did your sword practice go?" His reflection asked him, mockingly, "Oh, yes! You spent half an hour with an over-indulgent swordsmaster, before calling it a day and returning to your courtiers. I'm sure they all told you how 'impressive' they were."
Hazim tried to look away from the mirror, but his face was there again in the silk drapes that blocked out the window.
"Did your meeting with the War Council go well? I'm sure you decided on many... I almost forgot! You fell asleep while they debated the legitimacy of intelligence reports on Myococan garrisons!"
Hazim jerked his head away, this time to the waterfall that poured a gentle stream of the cool mountain water across his quarters, fitting into a shallow canal that the kitchens could put plates of food in and he could take delectable morsels from. His reflection stepped out of the waterfall, face full of scorn.
"Ah, mighty Hazim. I'm sure you will bring certain defeat to your enemies and salvation to your allies... you know who they are, yes?"
Hazim turned away again, this time back to the mirror.
"No! You wait to see who is the strongest, so you may jump upon the back of the weakest."
The reflection laughed. "All hail Hazim! King of vultures!"
"Enough!" Hazim screamed at himself. He grabbed the pitcher of plum wine and threw it at the mirror, shattering both and sending them across the polished floor until they ran into another pile of cushions.
He panted, and stared at the broken mirror for a time, the room having grown dark while he was in his fit of madness. He reached out a hand and pulled a rope, summoning his Majordomo, Buzan.
"Tell the Generals we march in two days."
OOC: Sadly, he's the sanest of his three brothers.
In the Royal Palace of Sintonia, where King Hazim held his court on the feast-days, the King himself sat. Beneath him were two seperate cushions and a masterpiece that only a foreigner would dare call a mere "carpet", and around him was the gentle flowing of water, and the soft twinkling of musicians in other parts of the palace.
This did not penetrate to him. Beyond the grand hall where courtiers and nobles mingled, night and day, past the double chambers of soldiers, through the rooms filled with artwork and his harem, and another chamber of guards, these Ky, before one could even reach his greeting hall, and beyond that were the rooms where the King himself lived. Very little penetrated that was not meant to penetrate, but one thing could not be kept out by thousands of guards.
"Tell me, Hazim, how did your sword practice go?" His reflection asked him, mockingly, "Oh, yes! You spent half an hour with an over-indulgent swordsmaster, before calling it a day and returning to your courtiers. I'm sure they all told you how 'impressive' they were."
Hazim tried to look away from the mirror, but his face was there again in the silk drapes that blocked out the window.
"Did your meeting with the War Council go well? I'm sure you decided on many... I almost forgot! You fell asleep while they debated the legitimacy of intelligence reports on Myococan garrisons!"
Hazim jerked his head away, this time to the waterfall that poured a gentle stream of the cool mountain water across his quarters, fitting into a shallow canal that the kitchens could put plates of food in and he could take delectable morsels from. His reflection stepped out of the waterfall, face full of scorn.
"Ah, mighty Hazim. I'm sure you will bring certain defeat to your enemies and salvation to your allies... you know who they are, yes?"
Hazim turned away again, this time back to the mirror.
"No! You wait to see who is the strongest, so you may jump upon the back of the weakest."
The reflection laughed. "All hail Hazim! King of vultures!"
"Enough!" Hazim screamed at himself. He grabbed the pitcher of plum wine and threw it at the mirror, shattering both and sending them across the polished floor until they ran into another pile of cushions.
He panted, and stared at the broken mirror for a time, the room having grown dark while he was in his fit of madness. He reached out a hand and pulled a rope, summoning his Majordomo, Buzan.
"Tell the Generals we march in two days."
OOC: Sadly, he's the sanest of his three brothers.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Iggy did the orders I sent you for this update got deleted, because I just read them and the update and it seems to me I didnt do anything. Not even renamed the city.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
iggy can i get a reply to my pm?
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