A Dash of Crimson
“Fire to Redemption. Long Reign the Emperors” –Rumored last words of Count-General Fei Shala
Peace, prosperity, and stability, they were the traditional tasks of all Guangfei Emperors since the beginning of time. The Valfei War had ended and Qingdao remained Han. The Valfei were no more, either loyal subjects of the Emperor or exiles in faraway lands, besieged by enemies. What exiles they were, fighting and dying on foreign soil, following a faith, not a people, or culture. They were beyond shame.
That was the ideal Guangfei was founded, One People, One Culture, One Land, and One Empire under One Emperor. One religion if possible, but that wasn’t necessary. Culture and people above religion had been, and always will be, the Guangfei creed, witnessed at the Battles in Qingdao and the Dadong Pass where loyal Oneists fought against treacherous ones. The Birth of the Great Prophet Lao Tzu, the Han Pacian, as some of his followers called him.
And indeed, the ancient maxim was right. What does not kill, will strengthen. And how right it was, Guangfei was stronger and more unified then ever. Before the Valfei War had swept across the lands from Qingdao to Shangei, the people were divided with rebellion never far from mind. Yet how it had all changed in one single war as the national identity was strengthened, bonds of fellowship were made, and an Empire was forged to last for many millennia.
“Qian qiu wan dai” A thousand autumns, 10,000 generations, that was the length that Emperors and Kings dreamed for their dynasty and nations. Yet what nation had truly come to see that? If the first, then never the second. Empires rise, and Empires fall and the people do not always stay the same. Veritas, no longer truly Veritas, Khemri, no longer truly Khemri, and neither was Gorin. All other states have long been vanquished and only rebuilt.
Undoubtedly, one man, and one man alone was responsible for changing Guangfei and setting her into the new stone she had found for herself. He had no name of his own, just the name of his fathers.
“Jiang” his name was the first of the infamous Hanfei, or traitors of Guangfei. Even after death, he was given no mercy or rest. Death, was only the beginning for him. His corpse was mutilated beyond imagination, then chopped up into small pieces, deep fried, and cast in all directions of the Fei River.
Fed to fishes, dispersed, all images and remnants of him gone, that was the penalty for treason of the highest order. And so it was to be, that the name Jiang became very unpopular in Guangfei. So unpopular that even "insignificant" peasants changed their surnames, not out of fear of the Imperial Government, but out of sheer shame. That one of their blood could do such a thing. It was beyond shame, it was complete disgrace to the family name.
A disgrace so terrible, that their name must cease to exist for the greater good so no further shame could be added. And so it was done, in less then a decade the name “Jiang” had ceased to appear on the Imperial Rolls throughout the Empire. The People, as always, was and is the Center of any True Empire. Without them, an Empire can never be an Empire.
A dash of crimson.
) general anymore. The Davian neil system (Moneil mostly) was abadoned after the Lengel invasion, there has never been a "Stratikor" despite the influences of Valins, and there isn't really anythin else. Its just General. ;].
