LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

To: Myocaca
From: The Ascedant Master, Evern IV Willipi

You DARE slaughter Bladeists in agression, you DARE invade a brother for the sake of conquest and gold, you DARE divide Bladedom with your heresy!

The blood of the Myocacans shall stain our Blades reluctantly, but stain them all the same. The River Blade shall run red with blood.

To: Sintonia
From: The Ascendant Master, Evern IV Willipi

:lol: You declare war on me when 40,000 of my Swordsman are stationed in your territory right now, and 16,000 members of your warrior class are the sons of Swade Soldiers who immigrated after seeing their friends die on the fields their fathers did.

Sultan Hazim, you are declared deposed, my soldiers will seize you and your palace at once. A suitable successor will be chosen. If your 4,000 Swordsman and 2,000 Archer army can stop this, then the Blademaster truly smiles upon you. But I wouldn't bet on it.

OOC: LMAO, Shadowbound, there are 40k Swade Swordsman in your country, as well as a huge number of Swade Immigrants. Every update since i invaded New Veritas, 15,000 Swade immigrated to Sintonia. Thats a good 60,000. Declaring war was not such a good idea.

Wubba, i am dissappointed. This could have been defused with a simple Swordfight or a Tournument, but no. I will devour you

And you have all forced me to play my ace.

The Oneists will be spared for now, the dissension in the ranks must be dealt with.
 
Many winds have swept across the steppes of Gamorrea. Whether it be the cold, harsh winds that every winter bring a chill to the very bones of foreigners who set foot in this strange land, and to which the people have so long become accustomed to, or be it the warmer, summer winds that bring with them the ideas and trade of the civilized world. But there was one wind which rarely found its way to the plains and mountain peaks of Gamorrea, a wind which seemed to stop at Citadel’s border as an arrow against a wall of stone. This stone has since eroded to become as effective as a sandcastle in the beaches against the high tide. This new wind, was the wind of change.

Long had Gamorrea lived in its northern wasteland , taking pleasure in engaging its neighbors in unjustified armed conflict. The Gamorrean horse archers had become well known throughout the continent for their ferocity in battle, and its reputation as a tradition based culture was common knowledge. A civil war had been fought to preserve this tradition, to preserve the theocracy and stability that Gamorreans had so valued.

But things had changed. One could ask any peasant, ask any city dweller, about the state of affairs in Gamorrea. One would always receive the same answer. Things were changing. And in that answer, one could find a mixture of contempt and confusion, of anxiety and anticipation. In the south, there was not a town that wasn’t inhabited by a New Eldist, or “Elts” [1] as they were pejoratively called. First they came in small groups, often plying their trade in the more skilled professions and specialties that many native Gamorreans had lacked the knowledge to imitate. Soon, however, many flocked to their religion, with what many in the northern areas and those in Zam Gamorre viewed as nothing more than mass heresy. As these Elts filled the southern cities, and gathered in the bustling trade center and economic capital of Gamorrea, Thula Pax, the Zam [2] could no longer ignore their benefits to Gamor [3] society. Universal religious freedom was enacted in 1640 for the first time in Gamor history, and this formal recognition of the Eltian minority would prove to be a turning point in Gamor development.

It would be this growing Elt minority which would put pressure on the Zam to consider allowing practicing Elts representation in the council. In its long history, the Gamor Zam had never admitted any but the most devout, most orthodox of Gooranists into its ranks. The Elts however, had other avenues of influence. As wealth drives any powerful, modern state, it was beginning to drive Gamor down its newfound path. And Eldists had more than enough wealth.

The Zam traditionally replaced its members as they died in a regional appointment process, but as the southern regions grew so populated with Elts it became increasingly difficult to find adequate candidates amongst the people to staff the Zam entirely. As such, in an unpopular move, the Zam began disproportionately representing the northern regions where Goorists were more than plentiful, and the Elts knew that their time had come.

The Elts may have had little political power, but they still possessed the power of money, and the people of the south grew discontent with this disenfranchisement. As talk of leaving Gamorrea and joining the citadel grew, the Zam began to act. Through what can only be described as luck, or perhaps a blessing from Goora herself, a new high priest had been elected in place of the old Dazra Karatu, and his name was Temuj Azgorra. [4]

Only 42 years old (one of the youngest in recorded Gamorrean history), Temuj was elected with the rhetoric of a pragmatic nationalist (and it is almost without doubt that many prominent Elts, and their money, played a significant role in his election). Recognizing the importance of the Elts on Gamorrean culture, and wanting to preserve the unity of the Gamorrean people and nation, he announced the council of Mursai. Inviting the religious leaders from all throughout Gamorrea, from Elts to Gooranists to Animists from the far north, Temuj began what can only be described as a gargantuan effort to keep his people united.

Records from the meeting are sketchy, as much that occurred has become that of legend, and the members were sworn to secrecy of all but the final results of the gathering. What is certain is that Temuj quickly locked the doors and forced all the participants to listen to a lengthy speech Temuj himself had written, a speech that at first was greeted with jeers and skepticism but soon captivated the participants. Perhaps it was the blaring heat of the Mursaian summer, maybe it was the oratory skills of Temuj himself, but the shock and realization of the potential factionalization of the Gamorrean nation, and the total eroding of its culture, quieted the various traditionalists into hours of intense concentration.

As soon as Temuj finished his speech, silence befell the hall for what would later be described as an eternity. Some claimed that behind Temuj the participants could see the sunlight reflecting off his skin in an almost holy light, a light which left no man untouched by the symbolism and enormity of the situation they now found themselves in. Soon, Temuj broke the silence with one word. Change.

The point of this meeting was finally becoming apparent, and the tired and overheated priests of Gamor (many of whom were nearing the later years of their life, and were actually in a very dangerous state) waited with bated breathe for what Temuj had to say.

All that is known after that point is that Temuj presented to the group a book of New Eldist faith, and some scripture of Goorist faith. Reading aloud excerpts from both faiths, especially those exemplifying the divinity of the one god Eldos and the Godess Goora. This made many within the building stir, and it is said that many Northern Gooranists began vocally decrying this as heresy, only to find themselves berated by the much more skilled, energized, and zealous Temuj to the point of emotional degredation, and few spoke again after the most opposed had themselves been humbled.

It had come the time for formal change. It soon became obvious that many Elts, and many of the more reform minded Gooranists, had come prepared. Almost immediately declaring themselves loyal to a new, syncretic faith, the reformists declared that the church adopt a new name for this faith and immediately adopt it as its state religion.

The opposition was surprisingly quiet. A combination of the heat, the verbal abuse by Temuj, and the sheer number of reformists within the group had limited the strongly opposed to a tiny, yet determined, dozen. They looked on with contempt as the doctrine of New Eldism was integrated with Gooranism, and Goora and Eldos were claimed to be the same and only God. The sex of this God was dismissed as non-important, and the people were quick to adopt a gender neutral article, with very holy connotations, Ket. Ket Gorrah [5], would be the name. Many tenets that had become antiquated, or were just lacked consensus, adopted the New Eldist ideals as a default. It became evident that those Gamorreans of New Eldist faith were also quick to adapt to their native culture, as the peace loving nature of the Citadel’s faith was downplayed in favor for a more nationalistic, self defense oriented philosophy. It also became apparent that the former quest for knowledge, while still there in name, had almost become a quest for wealth. Perhaps the influence of the Elt financiers, perhaps the result of the Gamoration of New Eldist philosophies.

Days would pass, but finally the tenets of the new faith were decided upon. All that was needed was a name. Legend says that one reformist jokingly suggested the name “Gorrahnism”, after Azgorra himself, and the name stuck. Azgorrah was initially reluctant to choose that name, as it seemed almost like idolatry, but his ego, and talk amongst the reformers that Temuj was in fact a prophet, dispelled his uneasiness. The meeting was dismissed and deemed a smashing success by Temuj, as all but a dozen religious leaders (including one councilor) left pleased and had adopted this new faith. However, the uneasiness had once again crept into Temuj’s mind. He knew that it would be no where as easy to convince the people at large to adopt this new syncretic faith, especially in the northern regions where dissenters and heretics were bound to gather. Only time would tell if the peasantry would take to this new faith, and Temuj was certain other reforms would be necessary to garnish their support. He was not going to stop with the faith of Gamorrea, but his ideas would shape the social and political futures of Gamorrea for centuries to come.

The winds of change had come to Gamorrea, and Temuj readied his sails for its impact.

[1] Elt literally meant “coward” in Gamorrean, due to the pacifism inherent in New Eldian ideas. This word no longer carries the negative connotation it once did, and many New Eldists refer to themselves as Elts.
[2] The Zam is the theocratic council of Gamorrea
[3] I got tired of writing Gamorrean a lot, so Gamor is now an appropriate adjective :p
[4] Temuj was a common male name among Gooranists, as was the surname Azgaorra, or lit. Bearer of Goora.
[5] ket Gorrah is just literally The One and Only God, Gorrah (another transliteration of Goora), and is accepted as another word for Eldos in the Gamor language.

OOC: Thats about as good as its gonna get from me, as I lack the skills to write character-centric stories. I'll just stick with this historical story deal (which I lack the diligence to proofread for tense and voice). Hopefully I'll only need to write a few more to keep up with you guys...
 
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A decrepit temple. A broken door. Dark eyes stare from shadowed walls. Temple of iron, and fear. Wordless screams, unheard in the night. A shard of Obsidian, lying in the center.

Visions came unbidden as Khorchi rode up the mountain steps to the forboding temple, with the woman warriors of Nkondi traveling behind him. It seemed to so strange, seeing these glimpses of what was to come before even reaching there. He was confused, but he hadn't been sane since he walked in that fateful village.

Or was it a village at all?

Such questions are unwise, my prince. It is best not to dwell on the past, as the future, our future, lies within the temple.

Yes, the temple is all that matters now. I have a sense, that my questions will be answered there, and I will arise to power over the scattered tribes...


Of course, my prince. You will be rule with an iron fist, as your father once did...

Khorchi stopped at Yesui's spirit ambigous statement. He turned his mind back, to the father he had known. A weak, ambitious man. Willing to play the game, but not the price. Only striking at weakness, never teaching his son war or fighting. Not a 'True Lengel' at all, though he fashioned himself as such. His father ruled nothing, only fools.

My father is a weak, pathetic man. He has no more an iron fist than the Citadelers do. He's merely a fool playing with Kings, acting the part, but coming short.

The temple will reveal everything to you...


"My lord," questioned the physical Yesui, stopping behind his horse. The Nkondi woman behind her were not present for his little act in her tent, so they were questioning the sanity of their leader in following this Lengel man. Some were even considering muntiny.

Khorchi knew of course. He wasn't sure how, but he could sense it. He could feel it, even taste the betrayal in the air. It was not all coming from the foolish Nkondi, however, it seemed as though the temple itself was soaked in it. Soaked in betrayal and death.

Shaking off the feelings of doubt, Khorchi pushed past the broken door, and steped into the destroyed temple. The stone walls seemed to hang, as if about to fall but never actually doing so. Khorchi stood to regard the Lengel structure, shoddily made (as Lengels were never stonemasons), before quickly moving down the main corridor.

Iron masks hung upon the wall, and their shadowed eyes stared blankly at every person that passed. Although, it seemed as if their empty sockets followed Khorchi, his Obsidian mask upon his face. It was only the light, he thought, only the light.

We are close. I can feel its power.

The sense of heavy power was strong, even oppression now. It choked him, burned him, drowned him in its sorrow. It was as if one thousand years of torment and suffering was gathered in this place. Every injustice, every war, every death gathered in this single atrium.

Gathered into the single obsidian shard lying upon the broken altar. Carefully, he took a step. With every minute, he took one more step away from the speechless Nkondi. Yesui looked on with muted eyes, and the voice within his head cried with glee, growing softer with each step he took. With each step, the pressure became greater, Yesui's laughter faded, and her physical bodies eyes grew brighter in insanity.

Every step, and that suffering and misery that made him feel so sick began to invigorate him. From war and hate he grew happy, even as the pressure increased around him. Finally, he stood at the edge of the altar, the shard within arms reach. This was the moment he had come here for, the final answer to his questions.

A gloved hand reached out, and grasped the shard. The feelings ceased, the laughter faded alltogether. The pressure lifted, and time stopped. A burning sensation covered his hand, and the obsidian shard began to glow a sickly red.

"My son, I see that you have found me at last," a powerful voice said, echoing throughout the broken temple. From the shadows beyond the altar, a stone statue, the head missing, walked on its own power to the altar.

"I have led you on this journey of your, my son. I gave you the broken sword and mask, relics lost to time, but not to me. I sent Yesui to guide you to me, and even gave you the strength you needed to kill those that defile your lands," the headless statue continued to speak, placing a stone hand upon Khorchi's shoulder.

"Thus you have found me, a mere shell of what I am, kept in this shard hidden deep in the mountains. For my son, I did not do this for nothing. I have a task for you," it spoke gravely.

"Are you, Koke? Is my father a God?" Khorchi asked amazedly, looking in wonder at the walking statue in front of him.

"No, my son, I am not Koke. I am Guyug, a shard of his Obsidian heart. A demon lord, if you will. I am a mere Prince compared to my father, but you, my son, are descended from him and will take up my task where I failed. To bring one thousand years of war and death to these lands, until such time as nation will never war against nation again," the statue spoke, removing its hand from Khorchi's shoulder.

"War? Constant war? Like the Lengels of old?" he asked, feeling strangely exicited at the prospect.

"Yes, my son. Now go, take up your mantle of Khagan from your pretender 'father', and smash army against army for as long as you live," screamed the statue, retreating back into the shadows. Silence reigned, and time suddenly restarted. Yesui gasped in shock, her personalties merged once more, while the Nkondi on lookers fell to their knees at the immense pressure emmiting from the shard.

With a roar, Khorchi released the shard, and a red beam of power blew the top of the temple off. The Nkondi behind him were destroyed at its sight, and only Yesui withstood its power. At the epicenter of the blast, Khorchi stood unharmed. Moments after it stopped, he collasped.

Darkness covered his vision. He was fighting with his a Zealot upon the battle field with his father, and had taken a blow to the head. Darkness clouded his vision. Screams and cries of battle were all around him. Quickly he got to his feet, and reached for his sword.

It was steel and gold, with obsidian flecks within it. An obsidian mask hung loosely in his cloak, and Khorchi could not distinguish reality and dreams. It did not matter, his father had been felled in the fighting. He was the Khagan now, and it was as it should be.

War was coming.

A golden sword and obsidian mask would lead it, but would he go down in history as the insane warrior, or as the god touched Emperor?

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Eh, peace happening now is...funny. I've burned my way across Gorin, aided the people rebelling against him, convinced a third party to invade him, set off a couple of explosions in his heartland, took their capital, defeated his army three times (or two, whichever) and stained a hill red. Peace? Yeah....I want to see this treaty.

Anyways, any peace that is signed must deal with every aspect of this war- including Thy and Kal. And we all known Thy won't sign without Old Veritas, and Kal will never give it up, so there will be no peace. Not to mention the fact there will be no peace with Swiss.
 
Looking forward to it. This weekend we can debate the terms of peace while we wait for the update.
After they've sent military orders?

@Croyodon's Suggestion

From: Fairhelt
We and the Merhai tribe will be reunited soon, and we are not going to stop that. However, we have no more offensive plans beyond that.

From: Merhai
Peace discussions would be excellent.

From: Nkondi
We demand full independence for ourselves and our Lengel bretheren. If Gorin is willing to meet this condition, we can negotiate.

EDIT: Though we may have to see how things go... ^

@Contempt- Nice story.
 
A Pledge

"Man hath fought man since the beginning of time, and when there was none to fight, he fought himself" - Said 4th Alexandrian Dynesty

King Aegis I knelt in front of his father. He managed to contain the awe he felt, felt a bit irritated with the decadence of the whole thing. The Palace Servents were to blame.

And As King Aegis Knelt there, his fathers body was entombed into the crypt, a very lavish crypt at that, no expense had been spared, this was the great King of Khemri and Kehoxu, masters of the world, sitting upon a throne second to only the Heavens itself. The list of platitudes went on.

King Aegis disliked this, this opulance was a waste, frivolous. But when one is as Powerfull as the nation that was now his had nothing to strive for apart from the statu quo this is what resulted.

The Turgid Kingdom begged for change, the former lands of Nurmafer needed to be resettled and made rich. Both their ancient lands and the lands they took when they fled. The Priesthood had been falling behind in its duties, the army was the only area that had been re-energsied and that was due to Aegis' reforms as a Prince, and his four trusted generals, handpicked, loyal, able.

His father had always said that winning the military was the easy bit, and that his years as a Prince were to be enjoyed, the real problems began when you became King and had to deal with the incessant buzzing of sychophants, Priests whining on and on about their theological factions under representation at court and finally the aristocracy, also whining, but about problems dealing with their estates and holdings.

King Aegis would learn this with time, but he pledged before his father to put in place some reforms, but first he would need to consult with his advisors, Generals and others.
 
OOC: No one tells me about this? That I have 40,000 of Swade's soldiers in my country?

**** this.
 
From: The Valin Republic of Veritas
To: The United Kingdom of Khemri and Kehexou


We propose the following peace:

1. All Valin lands east of the province of Mogul are ceded from Khemri to Veritas. In return, Veritas will pay 2 economic points to Khemri.

2. Khemri repudiates all ties with the so-called "Swade Ascendency," and withdraws support for their barbaric and inhuman actions.

3. Khemri and Kalmar withdraw from the land of Davar, returning it to the control of the Union of Ardan.

If these conditions are not met, Veritas and her allies will wage full and complete war until the sovereignty of the Four Republics and the Union of Ardan are fully secured.
 
OOC: No one tells me about this? That I have 40,000 of Swade's soldiers in my country?

**** this.

They're not in your country, they're in Exilsium and Swade holdings in New Veritas. And there isn't as much settlement as Swiss has suggested, due to recent Valin naval dominance.
 
A Knights Tale

"And All the Kings horses and all the Kings Men, had omelette"
-Khemrian Proverb; to make the best of the situation



The Battle of Gyarth and The Battle of The Red Hill; A study in historical record keeping

What follows is the account given by the contempary Khemrian scholar Jupier; who was ordered to record the battles of this Campaign. Contrast this with the details given in the Knights Memoirs.

The Battle of Gyarth

The Battle Began as soon as the Khemrian Horse Archers approached the field, their sleek horses riding through the suprised Ardan army, cutting down the few isolated soldiers.

The Knight upon reaching the battle with the main body of his army, immediatly Pushed the Armoured Ramids and Knights into a charge, A wall of Steel descended down upon the Ardan lines, Pennants and Banners flying the glorious sun bouncing off their armour, the body of the Ardan Army, dusty militia and some few professional spearmen stood to receive this.

The enemy staggered back, as the Knights Lances ruptured the front line of troops, and the War Elephants flung men aside as they crushed others, Ardan weapons bouncing off the armoured sides of these leviathens.

The Khemrian infantry then pushed forward, the Royal Guard spread into the gaps produced by the Cavalry, within minutes of this contact the Ardan General, Xean, withdrew his men, falling back in full retreat.

The Battle of The Red Hill

The Knight had by this point cut off all Ardan Supplies and forced General Xean in an attempt to retreat to Nkondi lands, however The Knight managed to force Ardan into battle due to the superior quality and temperment of the Khemrian forces, the Ardan forces attempting to male the best of a bad situation forted up a Hill from which this battle gains its name.

This effort was all for naught however, as the grass was stained red with the blood of the Ardanese army, and The ever Triumphant Knight moved onwards with his army into the Ardanese lands with assistance from Ithauer to the South.


A Knights Tale; Memoirs

The Battle of Gyarth

The Dawn broke, and I had the men awoken, I was pushing them hard to catch the Ardanese by suprise, I put my armour on and immediatly began to sweat, every single Knight I have talked to says the same, even when Campaigning in Winter.

The Horse archers had been pushed hard, their steeds were noticebly not in the best condition, I sent them out again, they could rest tommorrow, or so I thought.

First Contact was made shortly after, A lone horsearcher had returned to inform me of the battle, I pushed the men into a full march, Cavarly matching them. They produced a small dust-cloud; I arrived on the battle seeing the Horsearcher sowing chaos in the Ardanese ranks. However I saw noose of men tightening round them, so I Immediatly flung the Cavarly and Ramids into battle, to releive the pressure on the horse archers, and also to buy me time to reorganise the Infantry, The battle moved quickly into the last phase as I got all the infantry that were ready to charge into the battle, to support the Cavarly, before they were overwhelmed.

This payed off, as the suprise and numerous breakthrough points threatened the Ardan lines, and they fled. The horse archers made to give chase but I ordered them back, their steeds were in no condition to chase. We stood down and rested the men, as some of the Royal Guard went around the battlefield killing the wounded Ardanese and taking the officers for interogation; unfortuntatly nothing of note was learned from them, most died during the process however.

The Battle of The Red Hill

With my forces rested up I was able to force the Ardan army to do battle, unfortunatly this resulted in them taking a Hill and defending that. Numerous Cavalry charges were not able to break the infantry line, so I was forced to move the Royal Guard into combat, and they made the small progress up the hill, not by virtue of their greater Combat abilities, but by virture of their ferocity, they did not kill those in front of them, instead the mutilitated them, cutting off a limb and leaving the man to scream in pain, as they moved up the hill to the next target. This speeded up the process somewhat, but meant that the whole hill screamed as broken men lay here and there.

The battle ended when Xean was killed, the small remainder of the Ardanese men surrendered, throwing down their weapons.

My men went about the task of silencing the screaming men, and rounding up those who had surrendered, there was some 1000 of them. The battle had been fierce, many men; friends, had died. My men demanded blood, I could give them nothing less.

I ordered the Ardanese slaughtered. This is the true reason why the battle is called The Battle of the Red Hill, regardless I doubt that anyone reading this will care, as it is to be intered with me when I die.
 
Duty

Never forget, Never Surrender
No retreat, No mercy
-The Void


Ithauer moved Away from the Kalmar official; pondering the question. He watched the progress down below. He had cleaned house so to speak, Kalmar was re-affirmed in its loyalty. No Problem was too wayward that their was no solution, for Ithauer had a strong stomach and was capable of the greatest evils if he thought it would further his duties.

"No my lady; I do not think that the Khemrian Crown will wish to adminstrate that land, we will hand it over to yourselves to govern," He responded the Official, he had thought it out from all angles. Even such simple questions as this required great thought.

"On your way out you ask The Knight to enter; hes the one wearing Full Plate,"

And The Knight was here, Ithauer could not help but feel parental to this mere child. He was gifted certaintly, he loved his men and they him. Was had not totally destroyed him. Yet.

But then he would have plenty of time to depart his fatherly wisdoms to him.

"Ithauer, its great to see you again, no problems I assume?" The Knight was animated, his visor up, but otherwise in full Plate.

"No problems at all, I heard you had more excitement than myself on the way, Feugan,"

The Knight froze; "Where did you learn that name?"

"I know it because it is my Duty to know, nothing more,"

"I would appreciate it if it was not mentioned to any, you know the myths that go with it,"

"I am quite sure that the myth does not refer to yourself but one your descendents, if you ever settle down to have children,"

"None of that quite intrests me at the moment" The Knight replied.

"Don't give me that, I saw the look your giving her lady, she is Oneist you know, might be difficult,"

The Knight blushed; Ithauer Chuckled.

"We leave tommorrow with most of the men, I have put many of my officers and trusted men to advise Kalmar, we will be ranging ahead to meet up with The King,"

"The King? What happened?"

"The King died,"

New travels slowly in these parts Ithauer thought, especially with the Chaos to the south and west. Their friend, Prince Aegis had brought them together for their ability to think, and Now the Prince had become King, and everyone moved onwards.

Apart frome Ithaeur, all he had left was his duty, although he saw something of himself in this Knight, in Fuegan.
 
To the Justiciar Council of Adar
From High Chief Justok Nictuma of Sanx
It our humble wish that you do not oppress my fellow Divotheists. Perhaps you could grant them an independent country on the southern coast? Or better yet, join into our faith yourself, and make Divotheism the official religion of Adar. Imagine what great things could be accomplished then!

Divotheism can be freely worshiped in Adar and Zemora.
 
Veritas returns all lands, and we reach the status quo again
Kalmar Annex's all Ardan lands that have been taken
Veritas pays 2 eco points

And that, my friends, is why there will be no peace :).


Egh- That was written by a Khermian, wasn't it Kal? Your story is full of holes :).
 
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