LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

[alex994]

I'll be accepting no orders that have anything to do with the Valin conflict.

You know, I'm really not that dishonest a person no matter what contempt says about that time in stnnes3 I mean, Norvalin, Exilsium and all the other things mentioned in his story doesn't really change my orders at all...

Well thlayli, considering Obi-wan was killed by his apprentence and former friend...

 

[North King]

Alex, you begged strategic advice from the mod, and looked at Contempt's plans.

 

[alex994]

Alex, you begged strategic advice from the mod, and looked at Contempt's plans.

Technically speaking, I got those plans from someone else And begging strategic advice from the mod is nothing like sending orders after someone posted a story about sensitive material after the deadline

I assume conehead sent orders right? And for the record, this war is all thlayli's fault

 

[conehead234]

I sent orders alex.

 

[alex994]

Into the Setting Sun… ​

Gulls cried overhead and the ever distinctive smell of fish was in the air of Guangzhou. A bustling sea port conducting trade with the coastal cities of Khemri, it was famous, or infamous for her raw fish, or sushi. Certain black and white animals were the patrons of this city and many of them in disguise would have bemoaned her destruction. Yet today, there was a strange sense in the air, a sense that only those that truly paid attention would have noticed. It was a scent of a purpose, a goal and of people striving towards one thing.

The port, busy as always would normally have no concerns for the small fleet nestled in the harbor after all, hundreds of ships left Guanzhong regularly destined for the Khemri’s cities, and in a few cases to Gorin. But none of those trade fleets could match this one in quality or size. They were all bearing the signets and banners of Guangfei showing the dragon upon a black background. They were nestled in the center of the port awaiting departure as peoples of all classes, farmers, craftsmen, scholars, merchants, and even a few nobles descended on to the ships. Final farewells in some cases on the dock as fathers to son, brother to brother and teacher to student said farewell, all sure that they would never return.

And on the flagship, or the head ship of the fleet, not a ship at all lavished or decorated, but a plain, perhaps even a bit old ship, the commander of this fleet said his words of farewell to his closest relatives. A bridge in which a Shrine to Xi Shi, the Celestial Consort dominated, two young men spoke. One in the lavish and wealthy clothing of the highest of the highest of the aristocracy, the robe intertwined with the Imperial Dragon. The other wore a relatively humble robe, that of a scholar official of the middling rank. Yet they were brothers, brothers who had simply chosen different paths in life.

“Ming, there’s no need to go. Someone else can take your place to command this expedition. I will petition our cousin the Emperor surely he can find reason to overturn the late Yue Emperor’s edict.”

“He won’t, and I don’t want him either. At Yue’s death, I had the occasion to speak with Emperor Ku and I reassured him that I have every faith in continuing the expedition as Emperor Yue ordered.”

“Emperor Yue was mad by disease when he made that decision. Prince Tang, now the Grand Emperor, practically ran the Kingdom. The only reason why Yue’s edict on this matter was carried out was because of your own views! Yue is dead, we are winning the war. There is no need for you to go into exile!”

“My opinions haven’t changed at all, and as I told you before I’m not going into exile. I’m leading an expedition to find new lands to settle, far away from Guangfei, New Veritas or Trinlin. To find a place of peace, where we can prosper and grow far away from the ravages of war. I am not going into exile. I am going to establish a new Kingdom to preserve Guangfei’s ancient heritage, knowledge and learning in the case, Heaven Forbid It, that the Dragon Throne of Guangfei falls.”

“Damn you Ming! Don’t give yourself those half arsed answers! You know the reason you were assigned to this command to “establish a new Kingdom” is NOTHING like that! It was because Tang wanted you out of the Imperial Succession! Why did you have to be so stubborn? You wanted peace with New Veritas and Trinlin! You told Emperor Yue, our grandfather in his FACE that you would sign away Qingdao to New Veritas in exchange for peace! This is a suicide mission! GAHH!” In exasperation, he threw up his arms.

“Peace brother, that is perhaps Yue’s reason to do so, but it is not mine. If we survive in our task, we will rebuild anew. A Guangfei unspoiled by war, a Guangfei of peace and prosperity of all. Now now, don’t cry little brother. Things will get better. May your life be fruitful here, there is no convincing me. Good bye…”

The young man clad in the dragon robes of royalty shook his head, shook hands with his brother one last time and left. The drums began as the horns blew. The fleet set out, into the rising sun. A small fleet in all well supplied with goods ranging from books to trees, they set out. Children with ever bright and curious eyes, husband and wife together looking back to Guangzhou, to Guangfei, to home. A home they knew they would never return to in their lifetime. And above them all, a Prince whom had spurned his heritage and chose another path, finally lost himself in life.

And as they sailed on, white clouds beyond numbers in the north came in sight and with this heavenly sign, they continued onward. And as Guangfei, and all things of familiar sight to them disappeared, in near unity, the thoughts of the people were expressed. Long Live Guangfei.

And so they went, into the rising sun…

 

[Kal'thzar]

The Duke of Beishan, the Guangfei ambassador to the UKKK moved towards the exit of the Throneroom, the Guards opened up the massive inlaid doors, but he turned and spoke

"The offer stands, please contact me when you have arrived at your decision,"

Then he bowed and went out.

King Dysonis surreptitiously scanned his personal advisors, the ambassador had asked for a private audiance, so only his needed advisors were present. A few had mouths agape, these were to be noted, they were...naive, they would have to mature quickly to survive. Others had impassive faces, eyes glittered however, his closest circle however, was unreadable, but for the anyalitical gaze with which they bore down on himself.

It was a good thing that the kings personal spies were as good and inclusive as they were, it would be hard to know anything about some members of this Court otherwise.

"Opinions?" He asked.

One of the more naive men began to babble; his family had military infulences, but that had mostly degenerated. They were now more or less purely a trading family.

"Its certainly doable, from a military standpoint, and its the best thing for...us,"

Arguments almost immediatly began to breakout; most concerned repurcussion to declaring war, and the current need to rebuild and gain stablity. Some were accused of thinking primaraly of their money bags, others were accused of cowardly behaviour.

Again the King scanned his advisors, resting momentarily on each of his closest ones, 3 nodded, 1 disagreed, and another 2 indicated neutraility.

"ENOUGH, we shall look into this matter further before we come to a decision, I ask that House Belen and House Bronte look further into this matter, having the most commercial enterprises in that area. I wish information on the war and attitudes of the people, everything. I will also get in touch with my own relevant peoples. I suggest that you attach some military advisors also, I will choose some officers from the Royal Guard to help you in this,"

The Court Settled down, and they moved onto other buisness.

****

Information trickled back home; and the King Convened a meeting between his closest advisors.

"It almost looks to be too good to be true, they are weak, vulnerable,"
"But we must move with haste, caution has little place in such a campaign, otherwise the opportunity is wasted,"
"mhmm True, however I fail to see what resources they could mobolise to counter this, given the time frame we are giving them to respond,"
"True, either they are crushed or we are forced to go slowly,"
"Mererly a risk then, not a gamble?"
"Exactly, either way we will not lose everything, Whilst they have committed everything, or everything of signifiance,"
"Especially if we ask our Vassals to contribute we should have no problems,"

King Dysonis broke in; "It is settled then, I will go on my last campaign, Tell the Duke that we agree, and make sure you remind him of the...terms,"

"Indeed, a 200 year monopoly of Silk, The Guangfei must have wanted us badly, my own people tell me that some in their interior court have accused the emperor of selling out his soul,"

"It is off to war we go then,"

 

[erez87]

Son of Temat.

It has been many years since I have been born. I was born as the son of Temat. King of all Tsaya and Aithea. When I were twenty years old my father died, and as his only son I became the new king of Tsaya. In this twenty years I learned much from my father. He taught me how to run the kingdom, what to do when people rebelled or a war begin. He also taught me to think by myself for solutions if new problems may arise in the future. In his lifetime the people of the west visited out shores and I was sent to learn in far away empires. My teacher, an old man from the Cidatel of knowledge showed me parts of their history. He showed me the wars that have plagued their part of the world, he showed me the nature of peace and pacifism. My father, after hearing I am being taught to prefer peace over war instantly called for my return. War was the Tsayan way. If the enemy does not bow down to you his head shall remain yours while his body burned. My father was proud with the heads of is enemies. A whole room in his palace kept the heads of thousands of people, enemies of my father. People who tried to fight the Tsayan armies and failed. The head room so it was called. In many houses across Tsaya this rooms existed. It was i our culture to keep the head of those who did not gave up in front of our might. Pacifism was the opposite of what we believed in. We do not hate others, but we cherish war, and war is all that matter in the end, for the winner of the war, will be the winner of everything.

I also have my own room of heads. I remember of when I told my teacher from the Cidatel he nearly have fainted. How a young man could be so warlike he said. How can a child so young have a room of heads he took himself. I explained him that in Tsaya the day you can walk and talk is the day you begin fighting. In competitions or in wars. We are the people of war. While peace may have it's economical benefits, war brings many more riches to the winners, much greater fame and glory. While in peace the smiths do not work to perfect the weapons while in war they do. Bringing new tools of war, and peace. The god do not interest the kings of Tsaya. They may be there and they may not, all that matters is that on the human lands the stronger side will take the fame and glory and power.



As my father died I knew that opening trade with the empires of the west will bring good to Tsaya. But I never forget that in the end war will be upon us again, and we shall fight to the last men. We shall take new heads from our enemies. And all will speak in fear of the people of Tsaya.

 

[das]

So Gregorian knew he was going to be poisoned and just let it happened? if thats the best Veritas has to offer Im surprised they got anywhere.

I'm not surprised that they got to where they are now - specifically, far to the south from where they have started, having been thrown out of their own land almost completely.

 

[alex994]

I'm not surprised that they got to where they are now - specifically, far to the south from where they have started, having been thrown out of their own land almost completely.

To be blunt with you, New Veritas will fall. Even if they bring the other Valin states with them to hell I mean just look at cleric's story, surely a candidate

 

[Thlayli]

Not to mention Alatia, Shangei, and an unnamed additional nation as well.

@das: And how has Gerber been doing lately?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Oh, you know, population in the hundreds... soon to be tens once the Gorinese complete their work...

 

[Thlayli]

Oh, you know, population in the hundreds... soon to be tens once the Gorinese complete their work...

I think that as a plot twist, the last 10 surviving Gerbers should betray everything their culture and empire ever stood for and come work for New Veritas. Just to spice things up a little.

 

[das]

No, the last ten Gerbers will go into the underground and remain unheard and unseen until Iggy has to close this NES for whatever reason, when it will become clear that the descendants of those crypto-Gerbers were really preparing a doomsday weapon that will destroy the world.

 

[Thlayli]

No, the last ten Gerbers will go into the underground and remain unheard and unseen until Iggy has to close this NES for whatever reason, when it will become clear that the descendants of those crypto-Gerbers were really preparing a doomsday weapon that will destroy the world.

This will never end. It will perpetually expand, and after all civilizations have advanced to the modern age, LINESII Part 3 - Interplanetary Colonization Phase will begin!

 

[Silver Steak]

This will never end. It will perpetually expand, and after all civilizations have advanced to the modern age, LINESII Part 3 - Interplanetary Colonization Phase will begin!

Hear, hear! All hail Iggy for his most wonderous NES, which indeed does shine truthful glory over the name of the game!

 

[Swissempire]

Seriusly Iggy, this is so awesome I would vote for bringing this into the Interstellar Age.

And Thayli, I wouldn't be TOO confident in Alatia.

 

[alex994]

For the record, my expedition is not an exodus of any sorts. It's to make sure I have a China-esque nation to play, Heaven Forbid it, Guangfei falls or collaspes I'll probably still move over to them if Guangfei wins though

 

[Swissempire]

NO! I forbad it. Unless you'll marry an Empress to Evern II and conjoin our nations....

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Well, I have plans for a space NES... I could toss that onto the end of this NES...

 

[Kozmos]

How's the update going btw? How many more days of sparse random updating to go?