jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders will be sent if I feel like it. If not, Iggy, I assume you know by now the type of stuff I'm likely to do.
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
You should be honored Baeldeth, I've never recieved a compliment from thlayli on MY stories
Hmm, it probably has nothing to do with your constant insulting of the Valin people, Veritasan culture, that kind of thing...right?
Nope.
You should be honored Baeldeth, I've never recieved a compliment from thlayli on MY stories
Two compliments, thank you very much. And given what he writes I'm very honored indeed.
I wonder if anyone noticed yet how I slipped from past to present tense near the end ... oops. I caught myself the first two times at least.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
And I bet you not complimenting my stories probably has nothing to do with me leaving Veritas to die on various occasions, you know right?
Nope.
Oruc
Reactionary
Adar a land built upon a false past, a land filled with hate, A land steeped in fear of all things different and the land where a madman who hears voices can become a national hero, is finally changing.
Long had power been in the hands of Xenophobes and racists who dreamed of uniting the world under one flag, the flag of Adar where conformity would reign supreme, Religions would be destroyed, languages and cultures erased. Of course an impossible dream, taking one-step upon such a path and they would have been annihilated.
Ironically the invasion of Zemora was the turning point. The xenophobes hailed it as the first step of their march towards the cultural unity of the world, but the man put in charge of the invasion wanted to prove that a lasting conquest could be achieved without the need pointless bloodshed of innocents and certainly without outlawing everything that made them Zemoran. With the conquest achieved without having to quell violent uprisings he proved that there need not be one path to unity, the scales were tipped.
Now the people favour the Justiciars who desire change and progress in Adari society; they hope to wipe the last influence of the traditionalists by electing a new Arbiter.
What he is doing goes against everything the Justiciars stand for! What Arbiter Wulfnoth stood for! What the Eldists planned stands as a stark reminder of what differing beliefs, differing ideas and differing cultures can do to a country that allows them to fester within its own borders.
Now we invite this division to enter Adar, nay we encourage it. He will lead us down a path all too familiar to our ancestors; Adar shall be destroyed like Malkavia before it, if we allow men of his ilk to become Arbiter.
We must destroy the Zemoran identity, force them to convert, kill thos- Enough Arnulf! Well hear no more of this kind of talk The Council Custodian Ragnar interrupted.
I have not yet finished! I am entitled to my say Ragnar, and I shall have my say on such an important matter
The Zemorans are our brothers, too speak of them in such a manner is inexcusable
I will not hold my tongue lapdog of Markus Arnulf pointed accusingly at Ragnar you and your master will not pervert the vote!
Ive had enough of you Arnulf, you have spewed your hate of our brothers in this chamber for too long Ragnar sighed, then gestured to the armed men situated around the chamber Guards remove him
WHAT! You cant my vote is important One chamber guard gripped Arnulfs arm and forced it behind his back unhand me dog! Ragnar! Our time wil- The other landed a punch to his gut, forcing the air from his lungs. Arnulf was quietly escorted from the Council chamber except for the coughing and wheezing.
Now we will get on with the vote, those in favour of Markus becoming Arbiter say aye
__________________________________________________________
The Statue towered over him, the image of a Malak-Hav the uniter of the clans and founder of Malkavia, he held a spear above his head in defiance and shouted to the heavens so Bane may hear of his victory over the hordes of the north.
He shaped the clans and remade the North in his image driving the barbarians before civilization, a true Banite unrelenting in the pursuit of ones aims. Its shame its likely he never existed, as information trickled in of the old worlds history the part Malkavia played was remarkably different to what he and others had been told. Such information is being released in small trickles hopefully lessening the blow to the general populace.
Markus the surprise jolted him from his contemplation I bring great news, The Council has elected you Arbiter
Markus gazed upon the statue a moment longer before sweeping his eyes upon Valkor What of Arnulf and his supporters? How have they taken the news?
Arnulf was forcibly removed from the council chambers, Ragnar done as he was told, his supporters were cowards without his leadership. But soon we will be rid of their kind
Indeed, but he still has a part to play in our fortunes, he will be a catalyst to propel Zamdar to greater glory
He shall give his life protecting Zamdar and its ideals, an inspiration for others Valkor laughed at the thought of it But enough of him, we have much more pressing matters to deal with Kelios and Sanx have gone to war
Inevitable, what is the situation in Sanx how far have Kelios advanced? Markus inquired
You have it backwards, Sanx struck the first blow after they found out what happened to their brothers in Sycaria and Kelios
Markus took a moment to think, the events had unfolded differently to what he and others had assumed, all had agreed Kelios would strike first like they had done to the Tsayans.
What happened in Sycaria and Kelios?
The death of an Emperor and the resulting backlash against the supposed culprits the Divothiests. All Divothiests cried out for vengeance, but the cries coming from Kelios were silenced, Sanx has had enough of seeing their brothers oppressed and killed
I see where you sympathies lie, but I am unsure if helping the Divothiests is wise at this point
They are our allies Markus! We must help them
You forget who you are talking to Apostle Valkor, but because we are friends I will not punish such insolence this time Valkor was momentarily shocked, but he quickly recovered and bowed before Markus in thanks You do not see the bigger picture; helping Sanx defeat Kelios will leave Sanx in an unassailable position in Azulia if they conquer Kelios whole, barring interference from the Old World. Fanatics holding such power is dangerous for us, it would not take them long to turn their attentions to the Tuatha and Zemorans perhaps convincing them to unite into a Divothiest state
Valkor stared disbelieving, it all seemed an unlikely course of events, so Markus tried to explain it too him.
You have not studied history as I have, it is full of such power hungry individuals and states. Blatant and underhanded power struggles, Im sure you know the name Veritas they have fought to regain their once great power and continue to fight to this day blinded by faith and pride. They have killed their own allies and brothers in search of their goal
I see Arbiter
Markus turned his attention to the statue of Al-Mahri studying the inscription at its base Leave me Valkor, I need time to think
Long had power been in the hands of Xenophobes and racists who dreamed of uniting the world under one flag, the flag of Adar where conformity would reign supreme, Religions would be destroyed, languages and cultures erased. Of course an impossible dream, taking one-step upon such a path and they would have been annihilated.
Ironically the invasion of Zemora was the turning point. The xenophobes hailed it as the first step of their march towards the cultural unity of the world, but the man put in charge of the invasion wanted to prove that a lasting conquest could be achieved without the need pointless bloodshed of innocents and certainly without outlawing everything that made them Zemoran. With the conquest achieved without having to quell violent uprisings he proved that there need not be one path to unity, the scales were tipped.
Now the people favour the Justiciars who desire change and progress in Adari society; they hope to wipe the last influence of the traditionalists by electing a new Arbiter.
What he is doing goes against everything the Justiciars stand for! What Arbiter Wulfnoth stood for! What the Eldists planned stands as a stark reminder of what differing beliefs, differing ideas and differing cultures can do to a country that allows them to fester within its own borders.
Now we invite this division to enter Adar, nay we encourage it. He will lead us down a path all too familiar to our ancestors; Adar shall be destroyed like Malkavia before it, if we allow men of his ilk to become Arbiter.
We must destroy the Zemoran identity, force them to convert, kill thos- Enough Arnulf! Well hear no more of this kind of talk The Council Custodian Ragnar interrupted.
I have not yet finished! I am entitled to my say Ragnar, and I shall have my say on such an important matter
The Zemorans are our brothers, too speak of them in such a manner is inexcusable
I will not hold my tongue lapdog of Markus Arnulf pointed accusingly at Ragnar you and your master will not pervert the vote!
Ive had enough of you Arnulf, you have spewed your hate of our brothers in this chamber for too long Ragnar sighed, then gestured to the armed men situated around the chamber Guards remove him
WHAT! You cant my vote is important One chamber guard gripped Arnulfs arm and forced it behind his back unhand me dog! Ragnar! Our time wil- The other landed a punch to his gut, forcing the air from his lungs. Arnulf was quietly escorted from the Council chamber except for the coughing and wheezing.
Now we will get on with the vote, those in favour of Markus becoming Arbiter say aye
__________________________________________________________
The Statue towered over him, the image of a Malak-Hav the uniter of the clans and founder of Malkavia, he held a spear above his head in defiance and shouted to the heavens so Bane may hear of his victory over the hordes of the north.
He shaped the clans and remade the North in his image driving the barbarians before civilization, a true Banite unrelenting in the pursuit of ones aims. Its shame its likely he never existed, as information trickled in of the old worlds history the part Malkavia played was remarkably different to what he and others had been told. Such information is being released in small trickles hopefully lessening the blow to the general populace.
Markus the surprise jolted him from his contemplation I bring great news, The Council has elected you Arbiter
Markus gazed upon the statue a moment longer before sweeping his eyes upon Valkor What of Arnulf and his supporters? How have they taken the news?
Arnulf was forcibly removed from the council chambers, Ragnar done as he was told, his supporters were cowards without his leadership. But soon we will be rid of their kind
Indeed, but he still has a part to play in our fortunes, he will be a catalyst to propel Zamdar to greater glory
He shall give his life protecting Zamdar and its ideals, an inspiration for others Valkor laughed at the thought of it But enough of him, we have much more pressing matters to deal with Kelios and Sanx have gone to war
Inevitable, what is the situation in Sanx how far have Kelios advanced? Markus inquired
You have it backwards, Sanx struck the first blow after they found out what happened to their brothers in Sycaria and Kelios
Markus took a moment to think, the events had unfolded differently to what he and others had assumed, all had agreed Kelios would strike first like they had done to the Tsayans.
What happened in Sycaria and Kelios?
The death of an Emperor and the resulting backlash against the supposed culprits the Divothiests. All Divothiests cried out for vengeance, but the cries coming from Kelios were silenced, Sanx has had enough of seeing their brothers oppressed and killed
I see where you sympathies lie, but I am unsure if helping the Divothiests is wise at this point
They are our allies Markus! We must help them
You forget who you are talking to Apostle Valkor, but because we are friends I will not punish such insolence this time Valkor was momentarily shocked, but he quickly recovered and bowed before Markus in thanks You do not see the bigger picture; helping Sanx defeat Kelios will leave Sanx in an unassailable position in Azulia if they conquer Kelios whole, barring interference from the Old World. Fanatics holding such power is dangerous for us, it would not take them long to turn their attentions to the Tuatha and Zemorans perhaps convincing them to unite into a Divothiest state
Valkor stared disbelieving, it all seemed an unlikely course of events, so Markus tried to explain it too him.
You have not studied history as I have, it is full of such power hungry individuals and states. Blatant and underhanded power struggles, Im sure you know the name Veritas they have fought to regain their once great power and continue to fight to this day blinded by faith and pride. They have killed their own allies and brothers in search of their goal
I see Arbiter
Markus turned his attention to the statue of Al-Mahri studying the inscription at its base Leave me Valkor, I need time to think
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Here's a little something I wrote on the political landscape of Yathai. 
Yathai is less of a nation than it is a union by faith. The various island tribes were of same ethnicity and culture before the arrival of Viski Lasi, and the dawn of Mantea only saw these tribes knit closer together by a new and vigorous force - as well as an ever expanding clergy that continuously gave the faith force to consolidate and expand its influence. Truly, Yathai was the manifestation of this influence itself, as the borders expanded with conversion.
The political power of Yathai, however, did not rest in the hands of the clergy. The reason for this was the Lasim, the royal bloodline that descended from Viski Lasi himself. They, blessed by the clergy, ruled instead as sworn protectors of Mantea and Yathai, by an oath made by Viski Lasi on his coronation. The Lasim would command the people of Yathai. In return, they were sworn to serve the interests of the faith. The monarch was elected by the Advisors, the highest authority in the clergy, who were in turn chosen by representatives to the regional and local Priesthoods.
This organization of power allowed the clergy through the Advisors to check the power of the monarch, and maintain their status as an authority above the throne. The clergy also had power to unthrone the monarch, although such an extreme action had never been taken. Indeed, the clergy seldom meddled in political affairs, outside from the advisors who had offices in the royal court as ministers or governors.
The clergy of Yathai supplies both political and spiritual leadership. Almost anyone could become a Priest, granted he had the patience and wisdom to go through the education, which lasted from eight up to twelve years. At the end of the eighth year, the candidates would be examined in different subjects depending on wether they had chosen to specialize in dogma or politics. Most, however, were generalists who were trained in both fields. If the candidate passed, he would automatically become a member of his local Priesthood. If he failed, he would have a second and third chance two and four years later. Those who did not pass on all three exams usually went on to serve the clergy as assistants and/or menial workers.
The people paid tax to their local Priesthood, which in turn supplied them with free ceremonies and basic education. This was usually tutoring in the basics of the faith, although some Priesthoods like the one in Viskas taught the art of reading and writing as well. The surplus from local Priesthoods were pooled in the royal treasury, which was kept by two ministers chosen by the monarch and the Advisors.
... More to come, or maybe not.
Yathai is less of a nation than it is a union by faith. The various island tribes were of same ethnicity and culture before the arrival of Viski Lasi, and the dawn of Mantea only saw these tribes knit closer together by a new and vigorous force - as well as an ever expanding clergy that continuously gave the faith force to consolidate and expand its influence. Truly, Yathai was the manifestation of this influence itself, as the borders expanded with conversion.
The political power of Yathai, however, did not rest in the hands of the clergy. The reason for this was the Lasim, the royal bloodline that descended from Viski Lasi himself. They, blessed by the clergy, ruled instead as sworn protectors of Mantea and Yathai, by an oath made by Viski Lasi on his coronation. The Lasim would command the people of Yathai. In return, they were sworn to serve the interests of the faith. The monarch was elected by the Advisors, the highest authority in the clergy, who were in turn chosen by representatives to the regional and local Priesthoods.
This organization of power allowed the clergy through the Advisors to check the power of the monarch, and maintain their status as an authority above the throne. The clergy also had power to unthrone the monarch, although such an extreme action had never been taken. Indeed, the clergy seldom meddled in political affairs, outside from the advisors who had offices in the royal court as ministers or governors.
The clergy of Yathai supplies both political and spiritual leadership. Almost anyone could become a Priest, granted he had the patience and wisdom to go through the education, which lasted from eight up to twelve years. At the end of the eighth year, the candidates would be examined in different subjects depending on wether they had chosen to specialize in dogma or politics. Most, however, were generalists who were trained in both fields. If the candidate passed, he would automatically become a member of his local Priesthood. If he failed, he would have a second and third chance two and four years later. Those who did not pass on all three exams usually went on to serve the clergy as assistants and/or menial workers.
The people paid tax to their local Priesthood, which in turn supplied them with free ceremonies and basic education. This was usually tutoring in the basics of the faith, although some Priesthoods like the one in Viskas taught the art of reading and writing as well. The surplus from local Priesthoods were pooled in the royal treasury, which was kept by two ministers chosen by the monarch and the Advisors.
... More to come, or maybe not.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
*runs in* Sorry, Sorry. My orders will be in soonish perhaps, its just that RL is getting in the way
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Tactius
"Values and convictions are irrelevant. Fight the logical war."
-Autorex Tactius
Interlude:
The severed heads of one hundred Myocacan prisoners tumbled into the ditch. Their armor, piled high behind the mound of corpses, would be dragged away and recycled into new weapons, arrowheads, and the hundreds of tools needed to rebuild a shattered city and broken land. The Autorex was not present; he was abroad. The Bladeists whispered of rebellion, as always, and of a daring hostage rescue from the Stratikrator's Citadel itself.
The Autorex returned, and he heard the rumors. That night, thousands of new hostages were taken across the countryside, and sent to fortified prison camps in Saenium and Paleras. Proclamations of loyalty came flowing in. But it was not enough for Tactius. He would need the loyalty of every single citizen. The Autorex did not care about the ethnicity or religion of his subjects. They were Veritasan, or dead.
A massive scaffold surrounded the Tower of Command, slowly repaired each day. For the first year, occassional revolts had broken out among the conscripted Sintonian workers. But eventually, they realized that a stone house in Redemption and a wage of silver was better than scratching a meager subsistance out of the ground. They worked, and had children who were not Bladeists.
The Regian Guard became feared and honored, the public symbol of the Autorex's strange power over men. Once, these were ordinary human beings; Valin militia, Myocacan prisoners, or even Sintonian farmers. But now, they were no longer human. The men in the red capes surrounding the Autorex were untouchable.
---
The cavalry militia rode toward the village gates. It was a sad thing, only thirty huts and a few wooden buildings surrounded by a palisade. The mountains were their greatest defense, a last refuge if necessary. But the gates were barred.
An old man stood up on the palisade, elm-carved bow drawn back to fire.
"We want no sword-worshippers here. Leave us in peace."
The cavalry commander thought for a moment. Perhaps in this remote place, they had not heard of Tactius' coming?
"We are Valins, serving no worshipper of earthly metals, but the Autorex. We seek aid and shelter. This mountain valley is thirty miles behind our line of advance, but if you give our army aid, we can ride down and sweep the Bladeists from the plain below."
The old man coughed and spat.
"Raiders took my farm, killed my daughter. Take no food, but we will rest you."
The gates swung open, and the commander smiled. One more valley won for the Autorex. If only they were all so easy.
---
The Autorex boarded his flagship, the Silver Victory. Once it was a Pentareme of the Oceanus. Refitted and repaired, it was now the flagship of an army that would break the back of a nation. For the Autorex had no plans to fight in New Veritas.
The Myocacan and Aryiean force would try to reach Redemption. Perhaps some fragment of their navy would even succeed. Perhaps Otaria would even attack these shores. But he was not worried.
Remembering the look in the Han Emperor's eyes as he realized the Autorex's plan, he almost smiled. Tactius briefly looked back while the sun set behind his city. As the fiery star touched the horizon, it silhouetted the rising spire of the Tower of Command, and the rising fortunes of his empire.
"Values and convictions are irrelevant. Fight the logical war."
-Autorex Tactius
Interlude:
The severed heads of one hundred Myocacan prisoners tumbled into the ditch. Their armor, piled high behind the mound of corpses, would be dragged away and recycled into new weapons, arrowheads, and the hundreds of tools needed to rebuild a shattered city and broken land. The Autorex was not present; he was abroad. The Bladeists whispered of rebellion, as always, and of a daring hostage rescue from the Stratikrator's Citadel itself.
The Autorex returned, and he heard the rumors. That night, thousands of new hostages were taken across the countryside, and sent to fortified prison camps in Saenium and Paleras. Proclamations of loyalty came flowing in. But it was not enough for Tactius. He would need the loyalty of every single citizen. The Autorex did not care about the ethnicity or religion of his subjects. They were Veritasan, or dead.
A massive scaffold surrounded the Tower of Command, slowly repaired each day. For the first year, occassional revolts had broken out among the conscripted Sintonian workers. But eventually, they realized that a stone house in Redemption and a wage of silver was better than scratching a meager subsistance out of the ground. They worked, and had children who were not Bladeists.
The Regian Guard became feared and honored, the public symbol of the Autorex's strange power over men. Once, these were ordinary human beings; Valin militia, Myocacan prisoners, or even Sintonian farmers. But now, they were no longer human. The men in the red capes surrounding the Autorex were untouchable.
---
The cavalry militia rode toward the village gates. It was a sad thing, only thirty huts and a few wooden buildings surrounded by a palisade. The mountains were their greatest defense, a last refuge if necessary. But the gates were barred.
An old man stood up on the palisade, elm-carved bow drawn back to fire.
"We want no sword-worshippers here. Leave us in peace."
The cavalry commander thought for a moment. Perhaps in this remote place, they had not heard of Tactius' coming?
"We are Valins, serving no worshipper of earthly metals, but the Autorex. We seek aid and shelter. This mountain valley is thirty miles behind our line of advance, but if you give our army aid, we can ride down and sweep the Bladeists from the plain below."
The old man coughed and spat.
"Raiders took my farm, killed my daughter. Take no food, but we will rest you."
The gates swung open, and the commander smiled. One more valley won for the Autorex. If only they were all so easy.
---
The Autorex boarded his flagship, the Silver Victory. Once it was a Pentareme of the Oceanus. Refitted and repaired, it was now the flagship of an army that would break the back of a nation. For the Autorex had no plans to fight in New Veritas.
The Myocacan and Aryiean force would try to reach Redemption. Perhaps some fragment of their navy would even succeed. Perhaps Otaria would even attack these shores. But he was not worried.
Remembering the look in the Han Emperor's eyes as he realized the Autorex's plan, he almost smiled. Tactius briefly looked back while the sun set behind his city. As the fiery star touched the horizon, it silhouetted the rising spire of the Tower of Command, and the rising fortunes of his empire.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
I do apologize Iggy, but orders will be sent later today Yes, I know I'm such a bad person 
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Wubba360
Emperor
The Eye of Darkness
The platoon marched through the destroyed lands. Yahmed kept behind the scepterHephian took the front while Walth kept up the rear, Jeb was a runner moving forward and coming back to report on any sightings. The platooon numbered little over 40 men. Skirmishes with Valins had taken many, but the Valin had always been left with atleast twice as many lieing dead.
A red headed cadet by the name of Rignor spoke up, "Scepter what ya think these bastards doin'? I mean what in God's name they doin'?"
Jethrobe a darkskinned man hailing from the blade range responded, "Probably remodeling their city. Damn queers."
Suddenly an arrow came screaming through the air, the man standing beside Yahmed fell in a heap. Drawing their bows Walth sited the enemy firing their arrows the precision was deadly. 13 dead valins fell to the ground. Drawing their sword the platoon charged forward. The Valin thrust their swords trying to slay their attackers but it was no use. The battle was quick. Walth disarmed one of the Valins, "What are your orders sir?"
"chain him up, we ain't savages yet. He may be helpful, Jethrobe body count!"
"2 dead sir, Miklas here is had a small stab wound!"
"Well mend him up and lets get out of here before more of them bastard show up."
The men kept moving forward until they reached the end of the ridge. Before them lay the massive city of Redemption.
"What d ya thinks waiting for us in their scepter?" Walth asked.
"I don't know soldier, but we ain't here for an attack we are here for recon. Try and find any ships."
"Scepter!" Yahmed yeeled, "I don't think we need to keep looking.
The men looked out to sea and saw before them the enemy ship.
"The Valin prisoner began to smile, "That is the finest ship in the Valin navy, it will command your downfall. You will all die!"
Looking at it Walth began to chuckle. Everyone soon started laughing. Soon almost all of them were in tears laughing so hard. It was the flagship, but they couldn't stop laughing.
The prisoner looked confused, "Why do you laugh?"
WAlth spoke, "Boy if that is your finest ship, you are screwed. That ship is fodder feed to the one ship we have stationed here. This is no navy, its a crack shack, at best maybe a brothel on the sea. But that girl will go up like a tinder box once we are through with it."
"Men, we move at night."
The platoon marched through the destroyed lands. Yahmed kept behind the scepterHephian took the front while Walth kept up the rear, Jeb was a runner moving forward and coming back to report on any sightings. The platooon numbered little over 40 men. Skirmishes with Valins had taken many, but the Valin had always been left with atleast twice as many lieing dead.
A red headed cadet by the name of Rignor spoke up, "Scepter what ya think these bastards doin'? I mean what in God's name they doin'?"
Jethrobe a darkskinned man hailing from the blade range responded, "Probably remodeling their city. Damn queers."
Suddenly an arrow came screaming through the air, the man standing beside Yahmed fell in a heap. Drawing their bows Walth sited the enemy firing their arrows the precision was deadly. 13 dead valins fell to the ground. Drawing their sword the platoon charged forward. The Valin thrust their swords trying to slay their attackers but it was no use. The battle was quick. Walth disarmed one of the Valins, "What are your orders sir?"
"chain him up, we ain't savages yet. He may be helpful, Jethrobe body count!"
"2 dead sir, Miklas here is had a small stab wound!"
"Well mend him up and lets get out of here before more of them bastard show up."
The men kept moving forward until they reached the end of the ridge. Before them lay the massive city of Redemption.
"What d ya thinks waiting for us in their scepter?" Walth asked.
"I don't know soldier, but we ain't here for an attack we are here for recon. Try and find any ships."
"Scepter!" Yahmed yeeled, "I don't think we need to keep looking.
The men looked out to sea and saw before them the enemy ship.
"The Valin prisoner began to smile, "That is the finest ship in the Valin navy, it will command your downfall. You will all die!"
Looking at it Walth began to chuckle. Everyone soon started laughing. Soon almost all of them were in tears laughing so hard. It was the flagship, but they couldn't stop laughing.
The prisoner looked confused, "Why do you laugh?"
WAlth spoke, "Boy if that is your finest ship, you are screwed. That ship is fodder feed to the one ship we have stationed here. This is no navy, its a crack shack, at best maybe a brothel on the sea. But that girl will go up like a tinder box once we are through with it."
"Men, we move at night."
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
A little tribute to Thlayli, since I was bored.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Hehe.
@Iggy: Yeah. At least my stories aren't blatant propaganda, only subtle propaganda.
The ship sailed out to sea, leaving an annoying platoon of gawking Bladeists to be obliterated by ballista fire from the city walls. (jk)
@Iggy: Yeah. At least my stories aren't blatant propaganda, only subtle propaganda.
The ship sailed out to sea, leaving an annoying platoon of gawking Bladeists to be obliterated by ballista fire from the city walls. (jk)
