LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

You guys radically underestimate the ability of the Swades to mess around with population demographics.

Emor was quietly cleared. A bunch fled, and a bunch of other converted. And the Extinction Doctrine took place in Exilsium. That was what allowed such large-scale guerilla warfare against the Swades.

There are about 10 000 Oneists left in Pax and the northern end of the island.The Swades were already recalling their troops, and governmental collapse resulted in a less rigid following of the Doctrine.

For comparison, there are about 40-50 000 ethnic Swades.
 
Exactly, I know the Swades are good at what they do (genocide, etc.) :D
 
Iggy, did you see my post about my religion's name? If so, can I hope to see a description posted soon? :D
 
Iggy, can you tell me how many Oneists remain on the island of Exilsium? From where I see it, Exilsium had a population of around 150,000-200,000 before the invasion. I doubt that more than 10,000 could have fled the island, since there was only a small fleet there, and you didn't say that the area was genocided more than normal.

Even if many were killed in the Swade invasion and the suppression of the guerilla war, there was no large-scale genocide at the level of New Veritas, so I'd assume that the number of Oneists at least equals the number of Bladeists on the island. I'm rather dubious that in <50 years, the ethnic makeup of the entire island has been totally changed. It's statistically (and logistically) impossible.
Ahem, in 97 years, the extermination of an island is very much a possiblity. It was fast at times, it was slow at times, but we have been occupying it without Oneist interference for 30+ years. So.....in an Island full of Genocidal Fanatics armed to the teeth with orders to genocide you, and you have no backup or re-enforcement, I think its quite likely there are none left. At all. I was under the impression there were none left in the part of the Island i had last update. I think Iggy might have confirmed that :hmm: I would estimate there are maybe a couple left on Pax, but def under 10K, and maybe some hiding in the north, but not enough to be more than 1000. They will be politely asked to leave. Our purity must be insured.

Iggy, could you clear that up, and could you PLEASE start doing the History again. That was one of the most useful story helpers. I want it, please:(
 
Did you see my note in the update asking you about that LB? I didn't have the time to check it again.

:clap::dance::woohoo::bounce::band:10 000th Post!!!:band::bounce::woohoo::dance::clap:
 
I might think of something better, but for now the scholars of the Citadel are simply referring to it as Messianic Gnosticism.

Did you miss this one then?
 
Yes, but you've still been banned about 5x as much as me. :p I think that is enough of a response to the accusation of 'spam'.
 
Ohhh, you wanted a short description too. Thats cool, I thought you just needed a name. I will get to work on that. Sorry about that!
 
To: Valin League
From: Myocaca

This is an insult to Bladeist nations. This land is rightfully Bladeist. We will create a state for Emor, but such a vast amount of land with a vast majority of people being of Swade/Myocacan descent is outrageous. What you are proposing is casting out thousands of culturally native Swade and Myocacans. That land is not Emorian and has not been ofor over 300 years. We will see to it Emor has an independent State but our demand is that you do not willfully try to dictate the affairs of land no longer yours. If you want peace, we demand the land handed to its rightful owners.

To: Otaria
From: Myocaca

We will see to it that Myocaca goes under a new name of The Cultesian Bladeist Empire of Greater Swayaca. But that time will come when the city of Swade is placed into the hands of our Empire and the Bladeist homeland is united. We will have a talk with Aryie, but their insolence will not go unpunished.
 
Well, I'll write more about it in a post, but here is a relatively compact version. Edit it as necessary:

A syncretic religion, Messianic Gnosticism, also known as Messianic Oneism, incorporates Bladeism, New Eldism, Oneism, Kyriotheism (itself a modified Oneist religion), and Gerougioikai and Guarelai philosophy. The religion grew from a general disillusionment from the Great Sins of the North. The skeptical southern peoples had always questioned and probed and refined their religion, existing in an atmosphere of constant dialogue, competition, and compromise. The One God of Oneism is split into multiple aspects, as in Bladeism. The aspects correspond to the religions: the kindly Autorex, the mighty Strategos, and the peace bringing Hierophant. Prince, Paladin, and Priest, the God of Messianic Gnosticism is also prophesied to come as a liberator of all men. The Great Prophets of Messianic Gnosticism are Eugenides, Phidias, and Alexandros.
 
The Steel Beneath…

The hard do what is necessary. The strong do what is right. The good do both.
—Most Revered Saereen, High Guide of Kelios, r. 1679-1741

Light did not reach the Deep Cells. There was no sign of night or day, nor the passing of seasons. It was always warm in the Deep Cells, warm and moist. In the darkness, there was only the steady drip of water down the slick stone walls to remind the prisoners that they still lived. Some ran their fingers along the ground, moving to and fro the centuries of grime while others stared blankly at the grey rock as if to bore a hole with vision. All despaired of leaving but through the Red Door.

The Red Door stood ominously at the end of the block. To the newest in the Deep Cells, it was innocuous, merely an oddity that some ancient gaoler had seen fit to paint the door a vibrant red. After a few months, though, they knew. They all understood the meaning of the Red Door. Behind the Red Door lay death. You went through the Red Door and you never came back.

At least, so Lothir liked to believe. The prisoners did not talk to him lightly. The oppressive air felt too thick for frivolous speech down in the Deep Cells. He had been the Council’s Justice for what felt three lifetimes, yet he had never overcome his superstitions about the place. A hint of a whisper murmured in his ear at every step, a ghostly hand gripped his shoulder, or a wind blew far beneath where any wind would ever blow. Lothir was not fond of the Deep Cells. He exercised his fear on his prisoners.

Those who had been in the Deep Cells the longest did not have his fear. He envied them, and he hurt them the most. No one saw broken knuckles and shattered knees in the dark of the Deep Cells. No one would have thought to look if they could. Here were kept the worst of the worst of Kelios, those who could not be released, those who had strayed so far from the Path as to be irredeemable. Only the full Council or a half Council presided over by the Most Revered could doom a man or woman to the Deep Cells, and the vote must be unanimous. Lothir rarely got new toys.

It had been a wondrous surprise when the Most Revered herself met Lothir on his return from the Deep Cells a fortnight past. He was not accustomed to speech, and the Most Revered must have thought him dull-witted. Truly, he had been astounded by her words. There were to be many prisoners, nearly a dozen, put under his care in the Deep Cells. When he asked of their crime, she replied only that they were scum of the worst sort.

Three days later, seven men and four women were led down into the Deep Cells by men wearing the cream color of the Army of Blades. They seemed little different from the usual prisoners. Some held their heads high in defiance as if somehow they might free themselves. The labyrinthine passageways would ensure not. Others slumped, already defeated. Lothir thought it odd that so many should be put under his care so suddenly.

Days passed. Water and slime oozed down the walls of the Deep Cells. Lothir fancied that the oldest prisoners told time by how many drops fell, counting each droplet in an eternal struggle for life—and for sanity. When the eleven new inmates had been abandoned for nine days, the Most Revered returned. She was not as uneasy as he in the gloom of the passages. This time, what she said was of even greater interest to Lothir.

“Lothir, you have served the Council for a long time. Down here in the dark, I doubt you hear the news of the surface, but the Council has given me sole authority over the prisoners kept here, in all of the Holding. I am taking especial interest in the Deep Cells. Will you serve me as loyally as you served the Council?”

To Lothir, there was no question of loyalty. He served, as he always had. “Of course, High Guide.”

“My heart is glad to know that some remain followers of the Path. You are yourself a shining example.” At this, Lothir tried to interject. He thought of the Path little, if at all, and had not seen a Guide before her in a decade. The Most Revered raised a hand, and he fell silent.

“As I was saying, you are a shining example of the Path. You see, these new prisoners, they are not.”

“As are all of the prisoners I hold, High Guide, else the Council would not have sent them to me.”

“Of course, yet these eleven are worse. Let me be frank, and brief. They profess to be Divotheists, believers in absurd beings of the air that will save them. They will not deny these beings of the air, for if they do they believe that they are doomed, more doomed than they could ever be. Your task is to make them deny Divotheism. I have heard much of your talents, Lothir. I rely on only the best.”

“I am the best, High Guide. Yet do you want them alive?” No one ever left the Deep Cells alive.

“If you can. Once they have proclaimed Divotheism three times, killed them. It is no use trying to convince the stubborn.”

The Most Revered had left shortly thereafter, leaving behind a wonderfully fragrant tea and a sharp knife. Around the knife was curled a scrap of paper. Lothir had the Chief Undergaoler read it to him.

“’Use the tea the first time, the threat of the knife the second, and the knife the last.’ But what does it mean, Lothir? Who gave this to you, knowing that you cannot read?”

Lothir kept his smile to himself. “I will not say.”

That night, he made the first attempt. She was young, barely out of her teenage years. She was one of those who had hung her head in defeat while being led down the stairs. Perhaps she would yield more easily.

Yet the tea did not loosen her tongue to deny the sky gods. Not the promise of leaving, not the knowledge that she might still survive. After four hours, Lothir surrendered and led the girl back to her cell.

The next night, he used the knife. She did not make a sound when the blade pressed against her throat. Neither the promise of death nor the threat of doom could make her deny the sky gods. Lothir led the girl back to her cell.

On the third night, the knife nicked her skin. Warm blood, warm even in the steamy warmth of the Deep Cells, trickled down her throat and into the hollow of her chest. In his arms, she denied the sky gods, and cursed them. For the first time Lothir could remember, a prisoner did not leave by the Red Door.
 
From: Oceanus Selenica
To: The Emorian People


We will create a homeland for the people of Emor, and all Oneists living in Cultesia, out of the occupied Swade lands, on two conditions. The first is that we work together to bring reconciliation between the Church of the One and the Path of God sect. The second is that Emor and Veritas sign a treaty of alliance and friendship.

We would like to point out that the Path of God was reconsiled with Church of the One about 300 years ago. and since then we have had our freindship. but the third term we must disagree. untill you cease your pointless waring, in a war that has cost both sides dearly, we can not have an allaince with you. We would be willing to sign a defensive alliance once the war ends though.


To: Valin League
From: Myocaca

This is an insult to Bladeist nations. This land is rightfully Bladeist. We will create a state for Emor, but such a vast amount of land with a vast majority of people being of Swade/Myocacan descent is outrageous. What you are proposing is casting out thousands of culturally native Swade and Myocacans. That land is not Emorian and has not been ofor over 300 years. We will see to it Emor has an independent State but our demand is that you do not willfully try to dictate the affairs of land no longer yours. If you want peace, we demand the land handed to its rightful owners.

We agree with the Myocacan. Vertis should turn over the land to Myocacan at once.

OOC
Emor was quietly cleared. A bunch fled, and a bunch of other converted. And the Extinction Doctrine took place in Exilsium. That was what allowed such large-scale guerilla warfare against the Swades.
I was correct, there IS an Emorian Bladest Population there.
 
I will get revenge. If I have to run away to start anew every time, I will get revenge. I rarely get angry, and I'm not angry. I'm pissed. Even if I have to write story after story about one lone Lengel surviving to continue the culture and the hate elsewhere, I will do it. This the extent of my desire for revenge.
 
Fwiglo
Cities: Fantigo
Leader:The Council of Five /Foozicaba
Religion: Bladeism
Government: Oligarchy
Economy: 2- 2/0
Population: To be determined by me
Army: To be determined by me
Navy: None
Education: None
Technology: Bronze Age
Confidence: Tolerating
Culture: None
Wonders:
Description: Fwinglo is perhaps one of the smallest country in the world. They are isolated from everybody. They found their religion through an old man who been in many countries. Through him, Bladeism was found. Due to its size, their government, The Council of Five, was able to make the country stable. They spent most of their time on economy, building roads, and making farms for efficient. Now, they decide to reveal themselves upon the other empires.


i think you should know my place :P
 
Money isn't the issue, otherwise I would have taken direct control

stratigic concerns are; just look at this as an opportunity, you lose a liability (holdings on the mainland) and gain an opportunity to concentrate on your surroundings.

This is why the bloody war began in the first place- you two are simply prats (well, Kal alot more than Ken). You honestly expect us to give up and sign peace when we have very little left to lose? Yes I know how we have the chance of winning as we did when we began- (a very, very small chance) but as I mentioned before, I don't really care. If needed, I'll fight until Kal's puppet attacks me. But I hope those who are watching this fight remember- it won't be long until they're in a dispute, and you'll know what exactly you'll get.

Withou Davar, there will be no peace. Simple.

Anyways, I've begun the official paperwork to request that Contempt and Thy both shut up. At least contact me on AIM or MSN before you guys go and blow my hard won victories.
 
A syncretic religion, Messianic Gnosticism, also known as Messianic Oneism, incorporates Bladeism, New Eldism, Oneism, Kyriotheism (itself a modified Oneist religion), and Gerougioikai and Guarelai philosophy. The religion grew from a general disillusionment from the Great Sins of the North. The skeptical southern peoples had always questioned and probed and refined their religion, existing in an atmosphere of constant dialogue, competition, and compromise. The One God of Oneism is split into multiple aspects, as in Bladeism. The aspects correspond to the religions: the kindly Autorex, the mighty Strategos, and the peace bringing Hierophant. Prince, Paladin, and Priest, the God of Messianic Gnosticism is also prophesied to come as a liberator of all men. The Great Prophets of Messianic Gnosticism are Eugenides, Phidias, and Alexandros.

sounds similar to my religion, although I had a base of my own religion before I started comparing the "truths" from other religions to incoperate into my own. its very usefull for the borg factor :p

This is why the bloody war began in the first place- you two are simply prats (well, Kal alot more than Ken). You honestly expect us to give up and sign peace when we have very little left to lose? Yes I know how we have the chance of winning as we did when we began- (a very, very small chance) but as I mentioned before, I don't really care. If needed, I'll fight until Kal's puppet attacks me. But I hope those who are watching this fight remember- it won't be long until they're in a dispute, and you'll know what exactly you'll get.

so Why did you start a fight with a small success rate? And then expect not to have to make concessions?
Kal: If we're allowed to hold on to the island of Veritas itself, and Valins can freely leave Old Veritas, we have a deal.

I have never stopped the movement of peoples, I am an enlightned Tyrant after all :p. couple more points, Veritas (the island) will be demilitarised, not Veritas military units on it, or near it. And finally what price are you going to buy it for? :p
 
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