Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
So Iggy, in your opinion were these orders better or worse than the last set?
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Storytime!
Not a leaf cracked underfoot. They moved silently and swiftly through the trees toward the Analan Pass. From there, the besieged city of Aldis, still holding out, would be visible. And, more importantly, from there they could catch small bands of Chancosanx unawares. This was the duty assigned to Jora and her 100 followers, to keep Chancosanx busy in the passes.
The passes above Aldis were few and narrow. 100 soldiers could not hope to hold any one of the three alone, and of this Jora was well aware. Her task was not to defeat the Chancosanx army, but to demoralize them, to scare them, to discourage them. Already, three scouting bands of about 10 men each had met their demise in these mountains. Jora had lost only two soldiers, and one had been replaced by a strong-armed blacksmith from a mountain village who insisted that she take him on. He had so far proven most effective, especially with an axe.
How long the Chancosanx army would mill around in the valley was anyones guess. They certainly did not seem to be putting full effort into the siege, as Jora had seen from the Luran Pass, instead fanning out across the valley and making camp. Interesting. Perhaps, as the Kelia had, and as had given them heart, the Chancosanx had learned of the Ardan invasion in the west. Perhaps even now they were planning a withdrawal. Unlikely, but one could hope.
That was what Jora clung to, now. She had been a resident of Faran, ages and ages ago now it seemed, driven form her home and into exile by this war. She did not really expect to return to Faran within her lifetime, having begun to feel her age, but she hoped to see the Chancosanx gone.
Her recollections were disturbed by the sight of another scouting band. This time it was 20 men, and they made an enormous racket, so it seemed to Jora, trampling their way through the woods. Always all-male, the Chancosanx army, and always noisy. She snorted.
Her own forces drew themselves up, and split off into three ground ringing the path, hidden in the underbrush. At the sound of a horses whinny, never heard this high in the mountains save with huge armies, they would strike. Jora notched an arrow to her bow and pulled tight.
The party passes the first members of her team of ambushers, then stopped, seemingly suddenly suspicious, but it was too late. Jora let out her best imitation of a horse, and arrows shot from all around the band, killing twelve instantly and wounding three others. The blacksmith led the charge of her axes and swords, and the last eight fell quickly. Only three of hers were seriously wounded, and one young swordswoman had taken an axe to the head. Jora controlled the urge to retch, instead offering a silent hope that all battles could be so decisive in their favor.
Just one, unfortunately.
Not a leaf cracked underfoot. They moved silently and swiftly through the trees toward the Analan Pass. From there, the besieged city of Aldis, still holding out, would be visible. And, more importantly, from there they could catch small bands of Chancosanx unawares. This was the duty assigned to Jora and her 100 followers, to keep Chancosanx busy in the passes.
The passes above Aldis were few and narrow. 100 soldiers could not hope to hold any one of the three alone, and of this Jora was well aware. Her task was not to defeat the Chancosanx army, but to demoralize them, to scare them, to discourage them. Already, three scouting bands of about 10 men each had met their demise in these mountains. Jora had lost only two soldiers, and one had been replaced by a strong-armed blacksmith from a mountain village who insisted that she take him on. He had so far proven most effective, especially with an axe.
How long the Chancosanx army would mill around in the valley was anyones guess. They certainly did not seem to be putting full effort into the siege, as Jora had seen from the Luran Pass, instead fanning out across the valley and making camp. Interesting. Perhaps, as the Kelia had, and as had given them heart, the Chancosanx had learned of the Ardan invasion in the west. Perhaps even now they were planning a withdrawal. Unlikely, but one could hope.
That was what Jora clung to, now. She had been a resident of Faran, ages and ages ago now it seemed, driven form her home and into exile by this war. She did not really expect to return to Faran within her lifetime, having begun to feel her age, but she hoped to see the Chancosanx gone.
Her recollections were disturbed by the sight of another scouting band. This time it was 20 men, and they made an enormous racket, so it seemed to Jora, trampling their way through the woods. Always all-male, the Chancosanx army, and always noisy. She snorted.
Her own forces drew themselves up, and split off into three ground ringing the path, hidden in the underbrush. At the sound of a horses whinny, never heard this high in the mountains save with huge armies, they would strike. Jora notched an arrow to her bow and pulled tight.
The party passes the first members of her team of ambushers, then stopped, seemingly suddenly suspicious, but it was too late. Jora let out her best imitation of a horse, and arrows shot from all around the band, killing twelve instantly and wounding three others. The blacksmith led the charge of her axes and swords, and the last eight fell quickly. Only three of hers were seriously wounded, and one young swordswoman had taken an axe to the head. Jora controlled the urge to retch, instead offering a silent hope that all battles could be so decisive in their favor.
Just one, unfortunately.
North King
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Argh; forgot completely about orders. I was caught up in other things. Will send them ASAP.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I hope those other things was the update, NK. 
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To some degree, and orders have now been sent.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Vae Victis
"War is easier than peace, and destruction is infinitely easier than creation. Conquest is a new form of decadence, for it praises the tyrant and crushes the downtrodden. In time, the flame is always turned on the arsonist."
-The Prophecies of Uniarch Eletos
Prologue:
The architect walked with a measured pace, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he uncomfortably shifted the dark-blue tephas* that was his mark of authority. But the clasp was bronze, not silver, indicating that he was still a journeyman. Still, the silver clasps of experienced Architects were rarer these days. The economic system of the Republic was changing, but the man, and his team of workmen, didn't really care about such lofty thoughts. They cared about finishing this section of road before sunset.
It was completely unbelievable, the architect thought, that in the hundreds of years since the colonization of New Veritas, no one had the presence of mind to build a real stone road through the peaceful coastal plains between Redemption and the port city of Paleras. And now, he was only allotted ten workmen to build three miles of road this month alone!
Road building was not why he took this profession, the architect grumbled to himself, as he hurried over to check the angle of the newly-laid curbstones. Temporarily satisfied, he called to one of his assistants to lay a milestone, a temporary copper marker to be hammered into the road until a marble block could be brought up from Redemption. Sighing to himself, he looked towards the shallow hill that had to be crossed before the day's work was done. The architect didn't envy his successor, who would have to deal with extending the road into the boulder-strewn area where the steep white cliffs suddenly vanished.
At the least, there would be a warm bed in the Merchant's Quarter after everything was done...no more sleeping on cots in tiny, picturesque, completely isolated villages. Maybe this road would actually bring some trade into this place, he mused. It was deserted during the sporadic skirmishes between Autorian Knights and Myocaca's Knights of Divine Enlightenment, but after the Autorex's victory at Sanctus Tutela, the wretched times of constant war were ending...hopefully.
Still, there was some purpose in road building...though he silently cursed himself for asking Master Architect Teverian to do something "practical" as a journeyman. He had assumed that meant expanding the harbor at Paleras, or repairing the vast fortifications of the Stratikrator's Citadel. He could have been peacefully carving out columns for the Basilica, but nooo. At least when he received his full commission, he could choose his own projects, or even open an Academy of his own in one of the provinces.
"In good time, Pelas," he said to himself. "You might have been a stonemason's son, but the world will know your name one day." Thank the One it wasn't war anymore...he could never have skewered someone with one of those barbaric pelari*. As he contentedly watched the workers under his command, he thought absentmindedly that perhaps this wasn't so bad after all.
Oh, damn it. Bibulus had dropped yet another pavestone on his foot. And now it looked like the stone layers were getting into a fight with the gravel layers. Brandishing the long wooden rod that gave him authority, (but capped with copper instead of silver, these were hard times) he marched towards the milling workmen, yelling occassional obscenities along the way. Why did he ever leave the Academy?
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*Tephas- A type of wool cloak buttoned with a clasp. Often the metal of the clasp or quality of fabric denotes status. The toga was gradually replaced with a variety of more practical cloaks and outer garments after 1500 P.D. but is still used by the Assemblum.
*Pelari- A long pike.
"War is easier than peace, and destruction is infinitely easier than creation. Conquest is a new form of decadence, for it praises the tyrant and crushes the downtrodden. In time, the flame is always turned on the arsonist."
-The Prophecies of Uniarch Eletos
Prologue:
The architect walked with a measured pace, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he uncomfortably shifted the dark-blue tephas* that was his mark of authority. But the clasp was bronze, not silver, indicating that he was still a journeyman. Still, the silver clasps of experienced Architects were rarer these days. The economic system of the Republic was changing, but the man, and his team of workmen, didn't really care about such lofty thoughts. They cared about finishing this section of road before sunset.
It was completely unbelievable, the architect thought, that in the hundreds of years since the colonization of New Veritas, no one had the presence of mind to build a real stone road through the peaceful coastal plains between Redemption and the port city of Paleras. And now, he was only allotted ten workmen to build three miles of road this month alone!
Road building was not why he took this profession, the architect grumbled to himself, as he hurried over to check the angle of the newly-laid curbstones. Temporarily satisfied, he called to one of his assistants to lay a milestone, a temporary copper marker to be hammered into the road until a marble block could be brought up from Redemption. Sighing to himself, he looked towards the shallow hill that had to be crossed before the day's work was done. The architect didn't envy his successor, who would have to deal with extending the road into the boulder-strewn area where the steep white cliffs suddenly vanished.
At the least, there would be a warm bed in the Merchant's Quarter after everything was done...no more sleeping on cots in tiny, picturesque, completely isolated villages. Maybe this road would actually bring some trade into this place, he mused. It was deserted during the sporadic skirmishes between Autorian Knights and Myocaca's Knights of Divine Enlightenment, but after the Autorex's victory at Sanctus Tutela, the wretched times of constant war were ending...hopefully.
Still, there was some purpose in road building...though he silently cursed himself for asking Master Architect Teverian to do something "practical" as a journeyman. He had assumed that meant expanding the harbor at Paleras, or repairing the vast fortifications of the Stratikrator's Citadel. He could have been peacefully carving out columns for the Basilica, but nooo. At least when he received his full commission, he could choose his own projects, or even open an Academy of his own in one of the provinces.
"In good time, Pelas," he said to himself. "You might have been a stonemason's son, but the world will know your name one day." Thank the One it wasn't war anymore...he could never have skewered someone with one of those barbaric pelari*. As he contentedly watched the workers under his command, he thought absentmindedly that perhaps this wasn't so bad after all.
Oh, damn it. Bibulus had dropped yet another pavestone on his foot. And now it looked like the stone layers were getting into a fight with the gravel layers. Brandishing the long wooden rod that gave him authority, (but capped with copper instead of silver, these were hard times) he marched towards the milling workmen, yelling occassional obscenities along the way. Why did he ever leave the Academy?
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*Tephas- A type of wool cloak buttoned with a clasp. Often the metal of the clasp or quality of fabric denotes status. The toga was gradually replaced with a variety of more practical cloaks and outer garments after 1500 P.D. but is still used by the Assemblum.
*Pelari- A long pike.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
What? People actually rip off nation names from places? 
What happened to genuine creativity and respect for copyrights? And Khemri too? I had no idea! I really liked that name! 
What happened to genuine creativity and respect for copyrights? And Khemri too? I had no idea! I really liked that name! 
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Orders are due? I will send them as soon as I update my NES.
North King
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Rajkutra has no hits on Google besides LINES II, so I feel pretty safe with that one. However, Merhai, which I swear I came up with completely on my own, seems to be, alarmingly, a surname...
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
All my nation names are original. If they get any hits on google, it's purely by coincidence. Some, like Yath al'Shanaal, are actually inspired by fictive languages! (The given example deriving from the word "glass" in one of Tolkien's Elven dialects)
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Ok, if i can only be a tribe.... so be it.... build cities with eps until discovery!
jeps
Arcadefire
orders incoming!
