LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part II

I was of the impression that alex was being less than fully serious. At least, it's implied when you have an average density of one emitcon per sentence in a post.

;)
 
The Flames Spread​

“Name”

“Sarya Draski”

The drafting officer looked up from his scroll of parchment and narrowed his eyes on the tall girl before him. His brow twitched involuntarily before he scribbled down her name.

“Place of Birth”

“Thar city”

“A northerner eh?” the draft officer said with a grunt as he scribbled down the name of the city.

“Are you sure you want to enlist?”

“Yes sir, I wish to serve the Empire and bring the heathens to their rightful place at the feet of our great people”

“You sound like a Zealot miss”

“Is that a bad thing sir?”

“Doesn’t matter to me” he shrugged “personally I think them Zealots might be going a bit to far, but the Lengel need to learn their place”

“Yes sir they do”

“Are you going to teach them their place?”

“I’ll castrate every Lengel man I meet sir”

“A Zealot indeed, well Miss Draski, welcome to the 19th Cavalry division, I pray you don’t fall of your horse and break your neck” He said with a smirk before holding out a piece of paper with a number on it“Training begins tomorrow soldier, get to your barracks before sun down or its 10 lashes”

Sarya frowned in annoyance at his remark but simply saluted and snatched the number from the officer before running off to her barracks.


“Hold that horse in line! Hold formation damn it! Trotski STOP POKING THAT SQUIRREL!”

Trotski glared at his commanding officer before he jabbed his spear into the squirrel’s back and then grinned at her with a satisfied grin. Chuckles could be heard from the line of cavalry as Trotski trotted back into formation with a smug smile on his face.

“Get off your horse Trotski” Sarya said to him from the head of the formation

“What?” He blinked at her for a moment.

“I said get off your horse NOW!”

“You gonna make me woman?”

Immediately Sarya galloped towards his horse, stopping just in front of it and making it rear up in fright as she yelled. Trotski scrambled to take hold of his reins but lost balance and fell off the horse, almost being trampled in the process as the horse backed up. A cloud of dust billowed up from where Trotski landed as he scurried up to his feet and glared up at Sarya. Moments latter the entire cavalry division burst into laughter as Trotski dusted himself off.

“I am your commanding officer and the leader of this cavalry unit and you WILL do as I say, am I clear” Sarya said as she glared down at him

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good, and don’t try to get back on your horse, you are walking back to the base”

“What! But that’s 29 Drens!” (Drens are a little over a mile)

“Exactly, so stop wasting time and get to walking” Sarya said with a smirk as Trotski huffed and began to walk off in the direction of his base.

“Oh and Trotski, be there before sun down, we are going for a night drill, you need to get your horse ready by then”

“But its 5 hours till sun down!”

“Then get to running boy, if you don’t make it then its 10 lashes and no dinner” Sarya said as she trotted off to the head of the unit “ Banu, grab his horse, alright soldiers, off to base, double time!”

Trotski stared at his unit as they rode off, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them as the ran.

“Women” he said with a sigh and checked the sun before he began his 29 Dren jog back to camp.
 
Hypocrites the lots of you, I still claim the "non-government" organized group comes from your OOC perspective and fear of contempt :p Trying to steal my place as the #1 supporter of Women's rights aren't we kentharu? ;)

EDIT: In the "Old World" (after seeing cuiv's post)
 
OOC: *snorts* Given that neither of you have women consistently in positions of political power, I'd say you're both lagging far behind republics like the Merhai and, IIRC, Kelios, and possibly a few others.

Crosspost! :p
 
I'll repeat myself....when are the goddamn orders due?
 
So what I am to late or Iggy decided to postpone the update for next week.
 
Well, considering Iggy made that post yesterday, Saturday for him, I would assume that the original deadline was this friday.
 
Iggy said the update will be next week.
 
women are allowed into the military, thats what i picked up from Nkondi

and please shut up about the ooc crap, its annoying as hell
 
The Window into the Soul​

“The mind is like a book. Once you open your mind, it is rarely easy to close your mind once more. You have to reach the end and know what happens. At least, that’s what a good mind’s supposed to do.” –Guangfei Maxim

In those 7 years of banishment, I learned much more then all the years past. Learning about practical matters that is at least, the people I lived and worked amongst had hardly any knowledge of philosophy, history or mathematics. Yet they were a friendly and happy bunch whom after a while stopped asking questions. It was a small town, and I came to love it. I felt a much more intimate knowledge of everyone, I knew everyone after all.

It was nothing at all in Guanzhong, and even with my, if I may say so, sharp mind, I was hard pressed to remember the names much less the families and history of every individual I came across. That sense of belonging I must say made it difficult for me to leave, but I guess after the scandal where 3 Dukes, 8 Marquises and 14 Counts rode into the town and prostrated themselves to me begging on the behalf of my father, the Emperor, to return to Guanzhong it was a good time to leave.

As my family made preparations to leave, I was surprised my wife still had an excellent silk dress and had readied herself for the return to Guanzhong. Women can never be understood, it’s better for all the parties involved if you don’t make an effort to. The more you think you know you understand then, the greater the surprise when they shock you. I would trade a good quarter of the Empire to find out how they think…

My children, most of them too young to understand, went without a complaint after they were each promised some sort of marvelous gift. And to my eternal shame, none of them ever got the gift they were promised. It was hardly my fault of course, them running out of the carriage after we reached the Imperial Palace and promptly started poking the Imperial Guards. Of course, that would be rather fine if they didn’t start asking whether or not they were real….

Alas, my eldest son did not take it as well as I did. The little radical I would call him had a thing for Valin ideals, most notably the Republican ones. When he found out that I was the son of the Emperor, he promptly told me I should be ashamed I had such a despotic and power monger for a father. Of course, I guess being lectured by a 6 year old boy standing on a stool to make himself taller didn’t make me take him seriously.

What did surprise me was my father’s change of attitude towards me. Where as I had seen him as aloof and beyond understanding now of course he was different, he was very much different. I came to believe that I would understand in time but as of now I believed it was due to the stress of state. From what I remembered with my conversations with the Dukes, he had an extreme penchant for detail and enjoyed micromanaging the affairs of every small county.

It seemed unlikely that after 67 years of rule my father was dying. Emperor Dian, the successor to Ku, Emperor Dian the Peaceful he was called by the ill informed. He was already in his 60s when I was conceived but I found it difficult to imagine that a man in his 90s was still able to put it crudely, put his nose where it was least wanted. I found it difficult, as did my son, that I was this old man’s son. My son, seeing himself as a righteous crusader “confronted” the ailing old man.

As we looked on in shock as our son lambasted my father for being the defender of despotism, being a despot, and other extremely despotic actions. To show how little I knew of my father’s personality, he to our surprise laughed and rubbed the little kid’s hair. “He has spirit. In time, he will make a good Emperor. What he needs now is manners and a civilized façade of knowledge. It never hurts to be able to quote the ancients at a whim.”

I felt it in my heart that moment, that sense of great responsibility falling upon my soul. The tradition of the Sealed Imperial Will had long been established, but Emperors had in the past made that only a formality. Prior to their deaths they had already named an established heir. It was the climatic moment of my life. That day, everything else to me went downhill. As he asked that question that cannot be measured by time, at the corner of my eye I saw my wife smile.

I felt that feeling of overwhelming responsibility come upon me as all reluctant past Emperors felt and I said those 7 immortal words.

“I agree Father, I will be Emperor.”
 
Ah... I would appreciate it if my PM (yes, another one) was answered so I can begin writing my next story :D

EDIT: Thank you for responding, I will write a story tomorrow about my new religion :evil:
 
A Test of Faith​

“Men are fickle, it is well known. One should beware more, of those that loudly announce their loyalty even more. For those that talks loudly have perhaps the most to hide…” – Unknown Guangfei Official

Magland’s capitol, Magon was not suited to a man such as him. It was not suited in temperament as well as temperature and weather. In temperament, it was hardly suited to a man well traveled with the civilized cities of the north, the large and cultured cities of Guangfei and Khemri. They were clear symbols of man’s triumph over nature, of the ending of barbarianism and the rise of civilization. Magon showed none of that. It seemed that the small city was still in the times before.

The freezing cold temperature coupled with the snowstorm that was blowing at the moment did not do anything to improve the visitor’s opinion of the city. Clothed in the finest clothing available to the Han elite, the weather did not suit the clothing as seen by the many, many layers of fur coats he was wearing above his silk robes. He was followed by a large entourage, a mix of elite soldiers with the necessary bureaucrats and required servants.

A small Dragon Banner led the way, into the city of Magon. They were the entourage of the ambassador of the Han Emperor Shun of Guangfei. He had been forced to abandon his sedan chair to the thick snow as there were simply no roads or convenient rivers to connect the outside world to Magon. It was a highly effective defense mechanism indeed, but it was however highly inconvenient for merchants, couriers and diplomats. Trudging through the harsh snow covered terrain did not help anyone’s mood.

Trinlin’s roads were quite good; in fact their acreage exceeded those of Guangfei which relied on the waters for communication and travel. The heartland of Magland, even with over one century to build, was not much compared to Trinlin’s ancestral lands. Though even Trinlin’s culture and splendor at her height was no match for Guangfei’s, it seemed to the Han in that entourage as a teasing of their sensibilities. After this, they would leave the “civilized” world for the barbaric one.

They went through the city like a whirlwind, a city which was deep in sleep from the snow in addition to it being an early morning. Yet, even in her sleep the city knew when a stranger had arrived from her front door. Lights could be seen being lit in the homes and wooden windows and doors were opened a little so that the inhabitants could peer at these strangers. It was the same as they moved into the heart of the city, being gaped at as if they were unwashed barbarians passing through the 3 gates of Guanzhong.

The home of the Warlord could not be called a Palace in their standards, simply a large and plain wooden hall. They admired the austerity of that same wooden hall wondering at the enigmatic man who ruled giving not a care for his comfort. It was either that or the Warlord could not afford to build himself a Palace. There was of course always the option of moving the capitol to Trinlin and occupy the palace of the Kings of Trinlin, but that could be difficult.

As most of the entourage melted away to their appropriate positions and chambers within the hall, the ambassador with his highest ranking subordinates strode forward to address the Warlord Tesman, an intimidating man dressed in fine furs, furs whose quality was not surpassed by his attendants.

“Warlord, on the behalf of his Majesty, Emperor Shun of Guangfei, I come bearing good tidings to your realm and nation. His Majesty does hope that Guangfei will have better relation with Magland then your predecessor in your area, Trinlin. It is his greatest hope, that Magland will not follow the path of Trinlin and instead enter mutual peaceful and prosperous trading relations. To further that end, His Majesty offers a 200 Year’s Peace with your nation.”

Here, the august Warlord smiled and gave a rough chuckle before promptly responding. “We would not be as so foolish to assail the Dragon Throne, rest assured, we know much more about Trinlin then you do. After all, we were occupied by them for more then a century. We graciously accept the 200 Year’s Peace and hopes that it shall last much longer then that.”

Their mission accomplished, the embassy bowed and retreated to their designated chambers preparing for the journey back to Guangfei. The ambassador, the Count of Siusan sighed and muttered to himself one last time.

“I dearly hope, that the Peace of Shun will last longer then the Peace of Han.”
 
Random Quotes From NAO Orbital Command Center, LINESII

"So, we can do it without implants?"

"Yep. And anyway, implants would break the rules, remember?"

"Oh yeah..."

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"It wasn't a very good idea to begin with."

"I know. The guy who proposed it got fed to the Sarlacc anyways."

"We have a Sarlacc now? Cool!"

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"Installation of the 28th Fusion-Based Death Ray is complete!"

"What exactly is the purpose behind building 28 death rays?"

"To vaporize people that question the building of 28 Fusion-Based Death Rays."

"Oh."
 
Orders will be sent tomorrow night.
 
Thlayli I leave the governorship of Exilsium up to you for this turn. Not much I can do anyway.
 
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