LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II
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Hail Divine Emperor!
Report on Guangfei
By General Fan Si of the V Panda Imperial Army, Iggy Occupation Force
To Supreme Overlord Pandara, Ruler of the Divine Empire
By your decree on the status and position of the Imperial Monarchy of Guangfei, I have submitted this report for your eyes only Oh Supreme One.
Guangfei was established in the Year 1010 by Liu Bang later Emperor Gaozu. After Gaozu there were 6 more Emperors to date, Emperors Han, Xian, Wu, Yi-Ga, Hu and Yue. There is no dynastical title instead the Imperial Clan titles itself the Royal House of Liu. In less then 400 years, Guangfei has turned from a primitive barbarian land to the Cultural Wonder of the World with the blessing of the Pandas.
One of the largest countries in size and population, it is an absolute divine monarchy. Succession is usually a peaceful and bloodless process, in which the wisest or most intelligent or best street smart candidate is chosen. In By General Fan Si of the V Panda Imperial Army, Iggy Occupation Force
To Supreme Overlord Pandara, Ruler of the Divine Empirethe succession practice, there are four primary “figures” so to speak. The late Emperor, the High Ministers, and the Estate Generals are these four figures.
In normal successions, only the Late Emperor, and the High Ministers choose the next successor thus when the Ministers are unable to accept the Late Emperor’s choice for heir, the Estate Generals are called to break the deadlock. It must be noted that the Estate General has no power at all in normal times and can hardly be considered a senate in the light of the absurd Assemblium of the New Veritasians. In these 400 years, there has only been one civil war due to a dispute of succession, the War of Succession between Prince Che later Emperor Wu and Prince Hong.
An oddity here unlike the other proto-Chinese nations we have founded, the theory of the “Mandate of Heaven” has not come into being that a dynasty can be overthrown. In fact, it is taboo to overthrow the House of Liu, the Great Founders. By religious and cultural decrees, all future Emperors/Empresses (they foresaw that a woman may one day rule) must be descended by blood by the paternal line to Emperor Gaozu, or King Liu Bang as he was titled prior to his death.
The Imperial Government is organized into three distinctive branches with the Emperor supreme in all three. These three divisions are the Department of Military Affairs, The Censorate and The Council of State. The Military Affairs Department is under the direct command of the Emperor and obviously governs military affairs. Under the Emperor, there is a council of high ranking Generals by the name of Gunxi whom makes and formulates the general strategy and appoints lower ranking generals to command. The Gunxi is headed by 2 Generals of the highest prestige, and skill. Under the Gunxi are a larger number of mid-low ranking generals whom command in the field and are responsible for tactics and following through the orders of the Gunxi.
The Council of State is separated into two branches the Secretariat which proposes policies and the Chancellery that reviews policies. As thus, there are two officials under the Emperor, the Grand Secretary also known as the Prime Minister and the Chancellor. Under the Grand Secretary there are two more branches, one dealing with policies supported and advised by the common people and the other dealing with policies suggested by the well educated. As the two branches are usually quite biased, it is the duty of the Grand Secretary to work out and negotiate policies that benefits all.
A recent addition to the Grand Secretary, is the branch of foreign affairs whom propose policy and relation dealings with foreign nations and is charged with securing lodging and other material goods for foreign ambassadors. The Chancellery reviews the policies recommended by the Secretariat and are to present the Emperor with their own beliefs of the policy and form results independent of the Secretariat. Unlike the Secretariat, there is only one branch under the Chancellery.
The Censorate is in charge of investigating corruption and official abuses of power with two men delegated to the task. One man investigates corruption such as using government funds to build a bridge to build a dwelling for himself. The other man investigates official abuses of power such as an official ordering the properties of his family’s rivals being confiscated. These two men are called Censors.
The Grand Council of the Empire is a separate entity from the Imperial Government. It is the highest area of rule and law making in the Empire. The members are the Emperor, the two general head of the Gunxi, the Grand Secretary, the Chancellor, and the two Censors. The members of the Grand Council to date has been nothing but the most intelligent and well educated in the Empire.
This ends my report on Guangfei so far as they and we are under vicious penguin and polar bear assaults under the tyrannical despot and well known Francophile, Thlayli. All Hail the Overlord! Long Live the Divine Empire!
OOC: Felt like writing a boring report on my own country
Swissempire
Poet Jester
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Swissempire
Poet Jester
You rock Symph, for real. But enough of my spam *punishes self*
@SS- Well, the resources for an exodus have yet to be completed. And your people are doing a fine job of maintaining their culture, don't worry.
@alex994- The penguins deny their complicity in the Guangfei/New Veritasian war.
@alex994- The penguins deny their complicity in the Guangfei/New Veritasian war.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
@Lord_Iggy, what about the primitive penguins huh? We all know how the New Veritasians bought so many of them to use as food from the Trinlinese! it's a heresy I say 
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I had to rewrite this story. Twice. So if it's unusually good, that's because I poured all of my anger and frustration into it.
Against the West
"And then the One gave him a vision, of a great Dragon. It was vast and powerful, with golden scales. But blood dripped from its jaws, and an iron crown sat atop its forehead. Then there appeared a Phoenix, with a tail of blue fire. It clawed out the eyes of the Dragon, which vanished into the sea."
-Pacian, 3:14
"Operational situation degrading."
-Last radio transmission, Alexandrine V Imperial Panda Army, Iggy Occupation Force
Part Two:
Somewhere high in space, various mercenary polar bears, aided by French Panda vigilantes and a variety of French and Persian soldiers in various motley assortments of capitol ships (somehow led by a Mon Calamari extracted from some other universe,) were maintaining a sustained barrage of thermonuclear fire on the orbiting Alexandrine Panda fleet. The clever prepositioning of a wormhole in the quadrant had disrupted all communication with the homeworlds, and the Franco-Perso-Polar-Panda-Mon Calamari Expeditionary Force (F.P.P.P.M.C.E.F.) was steadily forcing the Chinese Pandas back towards their moon base complexes. For now, there would be no more interference with the wars on Tellus.
None of that mattered to the two Host-Lords, however, as they strode out of the lift into the road. The two guards on either side wore pure white tunics with no device, marking them to be Novitiate Disciples, loyal servants of their masters who only obeyed the command of the Uniarch, who was the supreme protector of the Church in New Veritas. Even so, they recognized legitimate authority, and unbarred their iron spears quickly. Without a word, the commanders swept by into the marbled streets of the Quarter of Ecclesiastes.
The crescent moon, barely obscured by a cloud, sent down a few pale shafts of light, to be reflected in the dull whiteness of the walkway. The Quarter of Ecclesiastes was one of the most beautiful spots in all Redemption, built at the personal expense of several generations of Uniarchs. Temples and monasteries, along with living quarters for the Priests and Disciples of the One who staffed them, lined the road, some with small censers of incense hanging on chains, wafting their heady perfume out into the breeze. There was no time to bother with admiring the scenery, though. Time was more valuable than gold to these particular soldiers.
It wouldn’t do well for morale if the citizens of Redemption saw their top generals running, but even so they pushed the limits of a fast walk. A blue-robed priest muttered a benediction as he walked slowly by, and the muted peals of the night-bells calling the faithful to Disciplines* could be heard from afar. Two scribes from the Assemblum tried to simultaneously bow and get out of their way, as a result, the huge pile of scrolls that they were carrying toppled into the walk. Neither Vandrios nor Gregorian paid them any attention, and the scribes were left to whisper their apologies to the night sky.
As they continued towards the center of the city, the temples grew progressively larger and grander. One monastery caught Vandrios’ eye. A single light was visible through the arched window, and the silhouettes of Disciples kneeling in devoted prayer before an icon of the One flashed through his vision. There was a small walled garden behind the structure. Vandrios saw the tops of a white rose bush peeking over the edge. That bush grew only in Redemption, and in Salvation across the sea. It was forbidden to all but the priests to cultivate them. A single rose remained in bloom, even so late in the season. He took that as a good omen, and passed on. A single petal drifted to the ground behind them.
Near the end of the quarter, the largest Temple of the One in all Redemption came into view. It was the personal residence of the Uniarch, and two High Archpriests, who were his advisors. The Basilica of Pacian the Incarnate had not yet been completed, but the outward structure had. The silver dome at its peak was designed on models of the Hall of Elders in Old Veritas. A hall that now lay in ruin, or so the rumors told. A Vertan artist who had seen the monuments of the Island of Veritas had been brought in, at great expense, to complete the mosaics for the inside of the building…but no one had seen anything yet. Neither man turned his head to look at it.
They finally reached the Quarter Gate, unbarred in times of peace for the city, and passed through the archway. In the gloom, Gregorian heard the distinctive click of two boots coming to attention. He smiled. Stratikrator Panteras, his old commander, was always a strict disciplinarian. On this side of the Gate, all the soldiers were Legioni men, loyal only to the dead Stratikrator. They saluted the Host-Lords briskly, and this time, both men returned the salute, with a nod. The place they were now in was the intersection of several roads. The road from the Lift and the Quarter of Ecclesiastes met the way that led from the Quarter of State. There was also a street that traveled south, towards the Haggles.
The square that was formed was called the Place of Remembrance. A small fountain stood at its center, a steady stream of water trickling downwards into the pool. At the top was a small statue of the One. It was jarringly familiar to anyone who called himself Valin. The statue held a silver spear in its right hand, and a golden tree in its left. It was the same statue that once sat atop the Arch of the Exodus in Veritas of old. According to the Mariners that went that way, the statue had been cast down into the First Harbor. Only the legs remained of the mighty statue, as it sat atop its crumbling arch. The power of Veritas had been broken, and destroyed…
But it was rebuilt anew, as Gregorian looked to the left. There it stood in all its strength, the Stratikrator’s Citadel. Like a stone giant reigning as a king in his castle. Three round towers were connected to each other, and a central keep. And from that keep rose the Tower of Command, lancing upwards; a needle trying to sew up the sky. It rose 350 feet from the hillside, 600 feet above the cliffs, and nearly 900 feet above the sea. Stratikrator Panteras had done well in its building.
After the great fire one century ago, and the Swade invasion that nearly reached the woefully unprepared city, the young Stratikrator Panteras confronted the Assemblum about the issue. He declared his intention to completely re-plan the city, and fortify it, so that the future citizens of the city would not suffer if war came. When the Assemblum protested that there were no workers and no funds for the project, Panteras uttered his trademark phrase, which would soon become famous, “The Legioni will provide.” Over the next fifty years, the entire army was literally drafted into the Second Building of Redemption, along with any criminals and vagrants that happened to be around. The Quarters were walled off, the outer gates reinforced, and the Citadel was built.
Then Panteras paid the finest craftsmen and architects, out of his personal fortune gained from years of conquest, to build the Tower of Command. And it rose. From its peak, the Stratikrator would live in times of peace, looking out from the top of the tower over the Guarded City like an eagle in his aerie. And that was their destination.
The gates swung open.
---
It was Choi who struck first, running forward as he jabbed his spear towards the northerner. Tri-Alat saw the spearhead coming, and danced backwards, out of its range. Then he countered with a stab at Choi’s neck, which was easily beaten away. Crouching for a moment, Choi sprang forward again, stabbing repeatedly at his opponent’s head.
Tri-Alat was unimpressed. He ducked, and then ran to the left, whirling his spear over his head in an arc. Then he brought it down, and it audibly cracked as it connected with the southerner’s skull. But nothing broke, and Choi retreated, wiping blood off his scalp.
“You would betray us to those eastern pigs?” Choi panted as he delayed for time.
“We came here to fight,” Tri-Alat responded. And this time he struck first. The ceremonial spear he held glinted in the sunlight as he roared a battle cry. The northern chieftain charged his exhausted enemy, using the spear as an extension of his arm. He feinted, then when Choi swerved away, switched from blade to spearbutt, slamming it down into his enemy’s stomach. With the wind knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards.
Tri-Alat’s expression was grim as he charged forward yet again to finish off his opponent. But Choi had intentionally exaggerated his movements, and regained his balance on one foot. With the other, he kicked at Tri-Alat’s spear, knocking it out of his hands. It flew through the air to land several meters away on the left. Now Choi was on the attack. With no weapon, Tri-Alat had no choice but to dodge Choi’s attacks as he was forced away from his fallen spear.
Tri-Alat had no defense but his hands, and Choi knew it. Seeing that victory was near, he slashed his spear across his enemy’s chest. Tri-Alat jerked back, but the spearpoint caught him on the left arm, slicing it to the bone. The northern chieftain cried out in pain. Now Choi knew that it was almost over. As his enemy winced at his arm, Choi stabbed towards Tri-Alat’s chest…
And was caught by surprise, as his adversary gripped the oncoming spear with both hands, and vaulted over it. The body of the flying Tri-Alat crashed into Choi, sending both of them rolling onto the ground. In the struggle, the spearshaft snapped under their combined weight. But a broken spear is still usable. Choi threw the wooden butt at Tri-Alat to distract him, and then grabbed the head of the spear, using it as a dagger. Now the northerner had no choice but to retreat.
But before Choi could react, Tri-Alat picked up his fallen spear that he had been inching towards all this time. But he wouldn’t keep it for long. As the southern chieftain ran at him for a new attack, Tri-Alat pulled his arm back, and threw the spear at his enemy.
It impaled Choi through his chest. The bewildered man, failing to comprehend that his life was about to end, crumpled to the ground. The southern tribesmen shrieked with dismay, and ran from the circle. Tri-Alat had won. But he too fell to the ground, bleeding from various places. With cries of happiness, the northern tribesmen ran forward to help their leader.
Vandrios turned to his aide. “It is done. Those southerners may join Guangfei, but at the least we will have this man and his men on our side.”
The man nodded, and opened his mouth, but at that moment a brown-clad scout ran into the field. He saluted, hastily.
“My lord Vandrios. Decadion Virconus, reporting! While scouting the southern plains upon your request, we saw several tribes fleeing from here to the south. And on our return, sir, we spotted a party of soldiers, heading for this village.”
Vandrios frowned. “What flag do they bear?”
“The Dragon Throne.”
“I see. Septilion Andronian, order the troops. I will command personally. We shall meet them with iron!”
---
Notes:
Disciplines: Any man training to be a Disciple of the One must obey the Disciplines, which are seven periods during the day. One hour is taken to worship the One in prayer, varying on which Discipline is being performed.
Against the West
"And then the One gave him a vision, of a great Dragon. It was vast and powerful, with golden scales. But blood dripped from its jaws, and an iron crown sat atop its forehead. Then there appeared a Phoenix, with a tail of blue fire. It clawed out the eyes of the Dragon, which vanished into the sea."
-Pacian, 3:14
"Operational situation degrading."
-Last radio transmission, Alexandrine V Imperial Panda Army, Iggy Occupation Force
Part Two:
Somewhere high in space, various mercenary polar bears, aided by French Panda vigilantes and a variety of French and Persian soldiers in various motley assortments of capitol ships (somehow led by a Mon Calamari extracted from some other universe,) were maintaining a sustained barrage of thermonuclear fire on the orbiting Alexandrine Panda fleet. The clever prepositioning of a wormhole in the quadrant had disrupted all communication with the homeworlds, and the Franco-Perso-Polar-Panda-Mon Calamari Expeditionary Force (F.P.P.P.M.C.E.F.) was steadily forcing the Chinese Pandas back towards their moon base complexes. For now, there would be no more interference with the wars on Tellus.
None of that mattered to the two Host-Lords, however, as they strode out of the lift into the road. The two guards on either side wore pure white tunics with no device, marking them to be Novitiate Disciples, loyal servants of their masters who only obeyed the command of the Uniarch, who was the supreme protector of the Church in New Veritas. Even so, they recognized legitimate authority, and unbarred their iron spears quickly. Without a word, the commanders swept by into the marbled streets of the Quarter of Ecclesiastes.
The crescent moon, barely obscured by a cloud, sent down a few pale shafts of light, to be reflected in the dull whiteness of the walkway. The Quarter of Ecclesiastes was one of the most beautiful spots in all Redemption, built at the personal expense of several generations of Uniarchs. Temples and monasteries, along with living quarters for the Priests and Disciples of the One who staffed them, lined the road, some with small censers of incense hanging on chains, wafting their heady perfume out into the breeze. There was no time to bother with admiring the scenery, though. Time was more valuable than gold to these particular soldiers.
It wouldn’t do well for morale if the citizens of Redemption saw their top generals running, but even so they pushed the limits of a fast walk. A blue-robed priest muttered a benediction as he walked slowly by, and the muted peals of the night-bells calling the faithful to Disciplines* could be heard from afar. Two scribes from the Assemblum tried to simultaneously bow and get out of their way, as a result, the huge pile of scrolls that they were carrying toppled into the walk. Neither Vandrios nor Gregorian paid them any attention, and the scribes were left to whisper their apologies to the night sky.
As they continued towards the center of the city, the temples grew progressively larger and grander. One monastery caught Vandrios’ eye. A single light was visible through the arched window, and the silhouettes of Disciples kneeling in devoted prayer before an icon of the One flashed through his vision. There was a small walled garden behind the structure. Vandrios saw the tops of a white rose bush peeking over the edge. That bush grew only in Redemption, and in Salvation across the sea. It was forbidden to all but the priests to cultivate them. A single rose remained in bloom, even so late in the season. He took that as a good omen, and passed on. A single petal drifted to the ground behind them.
Near the end of the quarter, the largest Temple of the One in all Redemption came into view. It was the personal residence of the Uniarch, and two High Archpriests, who were his advisors. The Basilica of Pacian the Incarnate had not yet been completed, but the outward structure had. The silver dome at its peak was designed on models of the Hall of Elders in Old Veritas. A hall that now lay in ruin, or so the rumors told. A Vertan artist who had seen the monuments of the Island of Veritas had been brought in, at great expense, to complete the mosaics for the inside of the building…but no one had seen anything yet. Neither man turned his head to look at it.
They finally reached the Quarter Gate, unbarred in times of peace for the city, and passed through the archway. In the gloom, Gregorian heard the distinctive click of two boots coming to attention. He smiled. Stratikrator Panteras, his old commander, was always a strict disciplinarian. On this side of the Gate, all the soldiers were Legioni men, loyal only to the dead Stratikrator. They saluted the Host-Lords briskly, and this time, both men returned the salute, with a nod. The place they were now in was the intersection of several roads. The road from the Lift and the Quarter of Ecclesiastes met the way that led from the Quarter of State. There was also a street that traveled south, towards the Haggles.
The square that was formed was called the Place of Remembrance. A small fountain stood at its center, a steady stream of water trickling downwards into the pool. At the top was a small statue of the One. It was jarringly familiar to anyone who called himself Valin. The statue held a silver spear in its right hand, and a golden tree in its left. It was the same statue that once sat atop the Arch of the Exodus in Veritas of old. According to the Mariners that went that way, the statue had been cast down into the First Harbor. Only the legs remained of the mighty statue, as it sat atop its crumbling arch. The power of Veritas had been broken, and destroyed…
But it was rebuilt anew, as Gregorian looked to the left. There it stood in all its strength, the Stratikrator’s Citadel. Like a stone giant reigning as a king in his castle. Three round towers were connected to each other, and a central keep. And from that keep rose the Tower of Command, lancing upwards; a needle trying to sew up the sky. It rose 350 feet from the hillside, 600 feet above the cliffs, and nearly 900 feet above the sea. Stratikrator Panteras had done well in its building.
After the great fire one century ago, and the Swade invasion that nearly reached the woefully unprepared city, the young Stratikrator Panteras confronted the Assemblum about the issue. He declared his intention to completely re-plan the city, and fortify it, so that the future citizens of the city would not suffer if war came. When the Assemblum protested that there were no workers and no funds for the project, Panteras uttered his trademark phrase, which would soon become famous, “The Legioni will provide.” Over the next fifty years, the entire army was literally drafted into the Second Building of Redemption, along with any criminals and vagrants that happened to be around. The Quarters were walled off, the outer gates reinforced, and the Citadel was built.
Then Panteras paid the finest craftsmen and architects, out of his personal fortune gained from years of conquest, to build the Tower of Command. And it rose. From its peak, the Stratikrator would live in times of peace, looking out from the top of the tower over the Guarded City like an eagle in his aerie. And that was their destination.
The gates swung open.
---
It was Choi who struck first, running forward as he jabbed his spear towards the northerner. Tri-Alat saw the spearhead coming, and danced backwards, out of its range. Then he countered with a stab at Choi’s neck, which was easily beaten away. Crouching for a moment, Choi sprang forward again, stabbing repeatedly at his opponent’s head.
Tri-Alat was unimpressed. He ducked, and then ran to the left, whirling his spear over his head in an arc. Then he brought it down, and it audibly cracked as it connected with the southerner’s skull. But nothing broke, and Choi retreated, wiping blood off his scalp.
“You would betray us to those eastern pigs?” Choi panted as he delayed for time.
“We came here to fight,” Tri-Alat responded. And this time he struck first. The ceremonial spear he held glinted in the sunlight as he roared a battle cry. The northern chieftain charged his exhausted enemy, using the spear as an extension of his arm. He feinted, then when Choi swerved away, switched from blade to spearbutt, slamming it down into his enemy’s stomach. With the wind knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards.
Tri-Alat’s expression was grim as he charged forward yet again to finish off his opponent. But Choi had intentionally exaggerated his movements, and regained his balance on one foot. With the other, he kicked at Tri-Alat’s spear, knocking it out of his hands. It flew through the air to land several meters away on the left. Now Choi was on the attack. With no weapon, Tri-Alat had no choice but to dodge Choi’s attacks as he was forced away from his fallen spear.
Tri-Alat had no defense but his hands, and Choi knew it. Seeing that victory was near, he slashed his spear across his enemy’s chest. Tri-Alat jerked back, but the spearpoint caught him on the left arm, slicing it to the bone. The northern chieftain cried out in pain. Now Choi knew that it was almost over. As his enemy winced at his arm, Choi stabbed towards Tri-Alat’s chest…
And was caught by surprise, as his adversary gripped the oncoming spear with both hands, and vaulted over it. The body of the flying Tri-Alat crashed into Choi, sending both of them rolling onto the ground. In the struggle, the spearshaft snapped under their combined weight. But a broken spear is still usable. Choi threw the wooden butt at Tri-Alat to distract him, and then grabbed the head of the spear, using it as a dagger. Now the northerner had no choice but to retreat.
But before Choi could react, Tri-Alat picked up his fallen spear that he had been inching towards all this time. But he wouldn’t keep it for long. As the southern chieftain ran at him for a new attack, Tri-Alat pulled his arm back, and threw the spear at his enemy.
It impaled Choi through his chest. The bewildered man, failing to comprehend that his life was about to end, crumpled to the ground. The southern tribesmen shrieked with dismay, and ran from the circle. Tri-Alat had won. But he too fell to the ground, bleeding from various places. With cries of happiness, the northern tribesmen ran forward to help their leader.
Vandrios turned to his aide. “It is done. Those southerners may join Guangfei, but at the least we will have this man and his men on our side.”
The man nodded, and opened his mouth, but at that moment a brown-clad scout ran into the field. He saluted, hastily.
“My lord Vandrios. Decadion Virconus, reporting! While scouting the southern plains upon your request, we saw several tribes fleeing from here to the south. And on our return, sir, we spotted a party of soldiers, heading for this village.”
Vandrios frowned. “What flag do they bear?”
“The Dragon Throne.”
“I see. Septilion Andronian, order the troops. I will command personally. We shall meet them with iron!”
---
Notes:
Disciplines: Any man training to be a Disciple of the One must obey the Disciplines, which are seven periods during the day. One hour is taken to worship the One in prayer, varying on which Discipline is being performed.
Well, PC and NPC stats are updated. Fluff stats will be updated soon after I post this. Feel free to point out errors if you wish. Next update is next weekend.
I also have some proposed rule simplifications. I've dropped some that I suggested in other threads. Here are the proposals:
1. I replace Nomad/Rural Economy with my 'Region' system. It divides your country into regions, each which represents the production from an area. Each region produces 1 economy per turn. YOUR ECONOMY WILL NOT CHANGE at this time, though it may change through this system in the future.
2. I simplify military into Infantry, Cavalry, Light Ship, Heavy Ship, UU.
Infantry will be a balanced mix of different infantry types, the balance of which can be changed on your request. For example: Attack so and so with 5000 infantry, mainly light swordsmen.
The idea being that a professional soldier can probably use more than one type of weapon if necessary. Also that this will be easier for me. Yay!
3. Population would be replaced with a size stat. My size system would work differently than the one you know.
Size
Miniscule: Under 10 000. Cannot draft.
Tiny: 10 000-100 000. Can draft up to 1000 soldiers.
Small: 100 000-1 000 000. Can draft up to 10 000 soldiers.
Medium: 1 000 000- 10 000 000. Can draft up to 100 000 soldiers.
Large: 10 000 000- 100 000 000. Can draft up to 1 000 000 soldiers.
Huge: 100 000 000-1 000 000 000. Can draft up to 10 000 000 soldiers.
Colossal: Over 1 000 000 000. Can draft up to 100 000 000 soldiers.
Lots of Zeroes.
4. Conscription. For convenience, the amount of draftable units is shown next to the population sizes currently. This is possibly my most controversial suggestion, and I will say now that the size stat can exist without it. And don't worry small countries, if a colossal neighbour conscripts millions of soldiers to fight you, they will likely collapse from unpopularity or economic strain.
Keep in mind, if this is an unpopular rule and no reasonable solutions are offered, I may have to clamp down on current militia users.
I also have some proposed rule simplifications. I've dropped some that I suggested in other threads. Here are the proposals:
1. I replace Nomad/Rural Economy with my 'Region' system. It divides your country into regions, each which represents the production from an area. Each region produces 1 economy per turn. YOUR ECONOMY WILL NOT CHANGE at this time, though it may change through this system in the future.
2. I simplify military into Infantry, Cavalry, Light Ship, Heavy Ship, UU.
Infantry will be a balanced mix of different infantry types, the balance of which can be changed on your request. For example: Attack so and so with 5000 infantry, mainly light swordsmen.
The idea being that a professional soldier can probably use more than one type of weapon if necessary. Also that this will be easier for me. Yay!
3. Population would be replaced with a size stat. My size system would work differently than the one you know.
Size
Miniscule: Under 10 000. Cannot draft.
Tiny: 10 000-100 000. Can draft up to 1000 soldiers.
Small: 100 000-1 000 000. Can draft up to 10 000 soldiers.
Medium: 1 000 000- 10 000 000. Can draft up to 100 000 soldiers.
Large: 10 000 000- 100 000 000. Can draft up to 1 000 000 soldiers.
Huge: 100 000 000-1 000 000 000. Can draft up to 10 000 000 soldiers.
Colossal: Over 1 000 000 000. Can draft up to 100 000 000 soldiers.
Lots of Zeroes
.4. Conscription. For convenience, the amount of draftable units is shown next to the population sizes currently. This is possibly my most controversial suggestion, and I will say now that the size stat can exist without it. And don't worry small countries, if a colossal neighbour conscripts millions of soldiers to fight you, they will likely collapse from unpopularity or economic strain.
Keep in mind, if this is an unpopular rule and no reasonable solutions are offered, I may have to clamp down on current militia users.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Well, personally wise I think the conscription numbers are a bit too low... I mean, if you look at the south after the civil war, the entire male population was almost wiped out by the war...
Oh yes, please answer my other PMs aside from the one making fun of thlayli
Oh yes, please answer my other PMs aside from the one making fun of thlayli
Oruc
Reactionary
I dislike these changes intensely, their is only one that intrigues that would be the region stat.
Edit: I like being able to see my population, although I guess you would have to change it somehow
Edit: I like being able to see my population, although I guess you would have to change it somehow
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Adopt the regional system, and thats it. The other changes are too..........not good at all. No offense. But i like the regions thing.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Iggy, why are there no Bladeists in either the Lengel or Khemri Empires? They are occupying a good portion (one half) of Bladedom, i think there should be around 100,000 in their respective empires
alex994
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Well, if one region represents 1 EP, does that mean over time as the income grows the regions could be divided? 
@alex- Yes.
OOC: I feel like the Ottomans. Some things are archaic and please a few but not the government, and it is next to impossible to make sweeping reforms peacefully.
They are occupied, but still shown in your stats, where it says things like (40 000 Occupied) or something like that.
OOC: I feel like the Ottomans. Some things are archaic and please a few but not the government, and it is next to impossible to make sweeping reforms peacefully.
alex994
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OOC: You could have always just done it silver's way Kill everyone and everyone suspected of treason Turns out quite nicely I must say though.... 
Kill everyone and everyone suspected of treason Turns out quite nicely I must say though....
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Hey, i'm cool with regions. It makes sense, because a vast empire has more production capacity than a small one.
Oruc
Reactionary
but it would have stupid lines all over the map, how annoying
alex994
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Swissempire said:
Well, there was one case of toteone's small country, New Zealand as the CU I think being richer then every country in the world aside from China in Goob's first nes
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