LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Kentharu
Zebra Commander
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Terrance888
Discord Reigns
@ AP
OOC: Think Assualt Rifles, Machine Guns, and nukes.
V.S. Pike, Spear, Sword, Odd musket.
Now, you are where they will attack first. Afraid? You should be.
OOC: Think Assualt Rifles, Machine Guns, and nukes.
V.S. Pike, Spear, Sword, Odd musket.
Now, you are where they will attack first. Afraid? You should be.
Oruc
Reactionary
I think it was only hinted at in the update, you have to read some of the posts afterwards It also came up in this thread eventually http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=286826
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
@ AP
OOC: Think Assualt Rifles, Machine Guns, and nukes.
V.S. Pike, Spear, Sword, Odd musket.
Now, you are where they will attack first. Afraid? You should be.
No, just no.
Ok, yes, I see the lines of approaching doom. How's this:
Norvalin Republic of Veritas
Cities: Unias, Paridium
Leader: Tactikrator Vanadreus
Culture: Valin with Small Davian Minority. Orthodox Oneist, with a Small Pirian Minority.
Government: Authoritarian Democratic Republic
Economy: 3- 1/2
Population: Small
Army: 500 Autorian Knights, 1000 Regian Guards (7), 1000 Phoenix Archers (4.5), 1500 Scimitari
Navy: None
Education: 1 (0 Upkeep)
Technology: Imperial Age
Wonders: New Dawn- Makes Paridium an Eco. Center, +1 Free Education level
Description: Norvalin, a land of peace, solitude, and worship. So it has been for centuries, and so it hopes to remain, now that it has been once again released from New Veritas’ direct rule.
Norvalin Republic of Veritas
Cities: Unias, Paridium
Leader: Tactikrator Vanadreus
Culture: Valin with Small Davian Minority. Orthodox Oneist, with a Small Pirian Minority.
Government: Authoritarian Democratic Republic
Economy: 3- 1/2
Population: Small
Army: 500 Autorian Knights, 1000 Regian Guards (7), 1000 Phoenix Archers (4.5), 1500 Scimitari
Navy: None
Education: 1 (0 Upkeep)
Technology: Imperial Age
Wonders: New Dawn- Makes Paridium an Eco. Center, +1 Free Education level
Description: Norvalin, a land of peace, solitude, and worship. So it has been for centuries, and so it hopes to remain, now that it has been once again released from New Veritas’ direct rule.
a_propagandist
The Light Brigadier
I think you should choose a weaker power than that. I'm not quite sure you'll be able to channel the right diplomacy for Norvalin. Plus, I'm pretty sure Thlayli wouldn't approve.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I'm flattered, but you'd probably be better off picking someone else.
Personally sp1023, I've looked over the currently available NPCs, and I've found one which might be great for you.
Gamorrea is a culturally disordered, somewhat chaotic nation descended from barbarian horsemen. The area under its control right now is the developed southeastern coast. The country doesn't have a lot of established culture, so you'd have a lot of freedom, and you'll have a few chances to fight against the barbarians who have taken much of the interior of your country.
If you're interested, feel free to ask me a few questions about it.
Gamorrea is a culturally disordered, somewhat chaotic nation descended from barbarian horsemen. The area under its control right now is the developed southeastern coast. The country doesn't have a lot of established culture, so you'd have a lot of freedom, and you'll have a few chances to fight against the barbarians who have taken much of the interior of your country.
If you're interested, feel free to ask me a few questions about it.
Oruc
Reactionary
Darkening is right next door and he doesnt like newbies
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Why are people assuming what I do and don't like ? I mean, just because I have a track record isn't exactly proof that I'm all anti-newbie-ish. Through I wouldn't exactly have a problem with him being Gammorrea, I wouldn't advise it considering how its pretty much falling apart and, well, next to me 
. A better choice would be Tir-whatever- stable and protected by a larger neighbor.
And I do have quite a lot to worry about- such as Arcadia. I'm not going to be invading anyone else soon, so there's not that much of a threat from me. Ever want to discuss your options emu p)?
? I mean, just because I have a track record isn't exactly proof that I'm all anti-newbie-ish. Through I wouldn't exactly have a problem with him being Gammorrea, I wouldn't advise it considering how its pretty much falling apart and, well, next to me . A better choice would be Tir-whatever- stable and protected by a larger neighbor.And I do have quite a lot to worry about- such as Arcadia
. I'm not going to be invading anyone else soon, so there's not that much of a threat from me. Ever want to discuss your options emu p)?
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
The cold wind snapped through the empty air, gently lifting the fallen snow from its fallen locations. The moon, hung loosely in the northern sky, cast an illuminated eye over the small city and gave life to the night activities that thrived in the dark. Even as the hours crept by, more and more people began to spill from their wooden homes and into the streets. Their actions were not the usual mass movement, not one breath billowing into the frigid emptiness, rather it was a chaotic free fall spilling into the darkness. Into the darkened streets, illuminated under the Silver Sun, the people of the city slowly made their way to the center and to their purpose.
It was, in every fair judgment, not a large city. It did not rival the long standing greatness of Guanzhong, nor could it ever hope to compete with the intellectuals of Redemption. Rather, in all sense, it was a simple, small city properly categorized best as it appeared- simple. Despite this sentiment, the city supported a decent population for its size, and as more and more of it swelled in the night. The wooden and stone buildings, the flesh and bone of the city, glimmered in the light, a stark contrast to the dim paths that served as the roads. The people were not much more than their edifices, simple men and women, simple children, covered in numerous layers of wool and furs to ward off the frigid air.
As they slowly made their way into the center, the town gradually became more illuminated- shielded by dim light not from the moon, but rather from hundreds of stationary torches. Those who had just begun their journey into the center were forced mostly to the exterior of the quickly swelling corwd, and only a very select few managed to penetrate deep enough to see the sight. Centered in the middle of the crowd, based upon a small platform based of oak and pine, were a dozen men arranged around a large pine table. The men varied in age, the youngest not having seen more than two dozen years, the oldest having seen more than five or six dozen. They varied in size; they varied in appearance, and they varied in their stature, stance, and status. More than less, they were organized in accordance with age- the oldest falling on the right and the youngest at the far left.
The center of the city was based around the area, a small clear circle devoid of any building save the small platform. Now, with the vast majority of the city crowded around, a wide call for silence began to echo from the seven men seated. Their calls were initially ignored, the gathered populace much too interested in their idle chitchat to take notice, but after ten minutes or so an uneasy silence began to retake the city. The oldest of the men was, ironically, dressed in the least fashionable attire. He was a smaller man, easily outweighed by many of his companions, through the man seemed to possess a greater clout than the others. He wore his hair behind his head, tied into three loose braids, and wore a slightly more groomed beard. A large brown woolen cloak was draped over his body and a cloth cap had been drawn down loosely over his skull. Despite his stature, the other men passed over him and the one on the direct left quickly stepped up.
He was only slightly younger than his companion, comparable as a toddler is to a newborn. He was dressed in elegantly, died cloaks, and despite his age, seemed to dwell in the leisures of the day. His voice was high and nasally, drawn out in its nature, and seemed to reverberate in the still night. Still, he paused before speaking, loudly clearing his throat and bearing a wide, jagged grin. “The meeting is now in order. Any participation upon the parts of those not scheduled will be dealt with harshly. You have been warned.” he dropped the smile and slowly turned a complete revolution, his best stare-down in order. Finally, after completing his circle, he cleared his throat and began to speak once more. “Upon this night we have in attendance the following: Vars Cailan and Jahn Ghrier representing the Arcadians at this meeting.” He paused, waving a wrinkled hand at the two farthest left alongside the lineup while bearing a slight frown on his face. “We have Zyhr Makass and Aiur Tassas representing the Davians and their intrests.” He paused again, waving to the people directly to his left. “And we have Erkur Oghshun and myself,” he paused a fourth time, taking a moment to flourish his hand in front of himself, “Adiah Kirshun representing those interests of the people of Orum.” He paused yet again, this time bowing slightly to his right before finishing his intro. “And, as an observer of our discussion, the Despot Vegai will be sitting in. His decision will follow in a few days. Young Cailan will begin our discussion.” The old man smiled as he flourished once more, waving a bored hand at the youngest member of the gathering.
The young man was composed true to his stock, more lanky than stocky, standing tall in the night's lights. Despite have a shaved head, blond shoots cropped out underneath his cap, and his own clothing was more dull than vibrant. He spoke in a tired voice, something that matched the slight lines under his eyes. “Friends and compatriots, it must come as no news that the fight against oppression continues. It is my sad pleasure to announce that despite their many promises, the Valins offer us no shelter or assistance and we have been forced to retreat into the interior to continue our work. The Nontinese have catapulted to the oppressors, vain fools they be, and now our opposition is falling to pieces. The people tire of empty promises, of failed assistance, and of blatant lies. Unless something is done now, the people of Arcadia will not stand for much longer. The Union must defend itself against any oppressor- no matter who or what is in our path! The time for promises and pledges is over and it has come to the point where we must back our words up! The West must defend the East, just as we fought for you defense.” His words were carried with emotion, and despite his obvious exhaustion, they possessed a fiery nature unknown to many. However, just as he finished his speech, an angry out roar broke through the crowd and through those seated at the table.
It was another ten brisk minutes before order was returned to the discussion- despite the fact that the majority of the crowd pointed dagger looks towards the young man. However, before he could continue to speak, Adiah stood up and took his position. “Young Arcadian, how brave of you to demand assistance the moment we are free to do such. How amusing considering that despite your delusions, we have never been in any danger? Surely you must know that no nation has posed a threat to the people of Orum other than your own. How could you ever justify the evil of another war upon our people? The mere fact that your presence was accepted here sat against me and it was only due to certain beliefs that you were allowed here. You would be wise to watch your words.” A loud mutter of agreement rose from the crowd, the people seemingly content with the general idea.
The other Orumi stood, following his brother in rhetoric, stood and cleared his throat loudly. He was slightly shorter than Adiah, and much stouter than the man. The main contrast, however, was the fact that Erkur had to be at least half the age of Adiah. His voice, crisp in the night air, was much more quieter than his predecessor. “I think that we're all coming to a conclusion much too fast. Yes, our past is one of misery and pain, and we have all done things that we are not exactly proud of, but can we honestly say that none of us had done something wrong? What is the point of punishing one for a crime you are fully capable of committing.” He finished his little speech, dropping his eyes slightly as he took his seat. Adiah, not missing an opputunity, jumped back into the spotlight.
“We have not committed such a crime as the Arcadians! We have not sought war at every corner, nor have we sought to enforce our will upon others!” The man, practically snarling, raged against the nocturnal freeze. “You say that we are capable of such- I say that you are a young fool. We see your colors, we know your false beliefs- I will not have you spreading your poison amongst our people or or nation.”
Zyhr, the older of the Davian pair, broke in with a loud chuckle. Like the young Erkur, he was dressed in blue, and stood of typical Davian stock like Cailan. His voice was deep and rich, and he bore an almost too-wide grin. “If I didn't know better, you would limit the class of our people to be Orumi. Am I mistaken to assume that we, and the Arcadains, are at least- by definition- Achostain? Or, as you seem to believe, does one have to be an Eldist to posses a love for our Union?”
Adiah stuttered, mouth suspended lowly, before snapping himself back together. “I would say that your lack of peace at this moment is more than enough to show your words as false. Anyone with any sense can obviously see that we are not in any position to aid these,” he paused, frowning again. “Arcadians. To go to war against Zamdar would be a mistake, and would without a doubt ensure the collapse of our fragile Union. Were we in such a position- and I assure you we are not- even then we could not stand to accept such a war in Orum. We, unlike those who claim to be our brethren, are peaceful.”
“Tell that to your nephew.” Zyhr said with a chuckle. His brown eyes were alight with humor, and it seemed that he couldn't resist to continue poking fun at the older man. “Erkur seems to believe that such an endeavor, in the name of the defense of our Union, would be acceptable. I know of many Orumi, who were unfortunate enough not to be here, who all share the same opinion as him. I know of many of those silent in the crowd who share the view, through not quite the wish to be judged by their peers.” The man paused, rubbing his face slightly, before continuing. “And besides, aren't you attempting to enforce your decisions upon others?”
Zyhr's companion, a rather young man who seemed quite uncomfortable with the cold, snapped up with a slight sniffle. “The peoples of Arcadia and Davar fought in part to get all of the Union- Orum included- safe from the threats of those who held a firm hand upon the world. Do you consider this who went, fought, and died vain? Do you consider those Orumi that fought alongside the defenders fools? I remember the tales of how your own father fought alongside Vahalan in his campaigns. Was he a fool?” The last comment, aimed sharply, finally convinced Adiah to close his mouth. The man, still snarling, fell back into his seat with a furious look. plastered on his face.
The only one yet to speak, the Arcadian aptly named Jahn Ghrier, finally took his cue and stood up. The crowd shifted slightly in their spots, every man casting an uneasy look to his neighbor, as all attention was soon concentrated forwards once more. The man could almost be defined as burly, thick and stout as he was, and layered in numerous blue cloaks pilled on top of each other. His face had been carved away at by various blades numerous times- the scars were etched deeply into his skin, and he stood slightly taller on his left side. Brown eyes, as predictable as the rest of his stock, thick strands of brown hair plastered in a mess on his head, and a thick beard completed the usual description. Tying the many layers of his cloaks togethor was a thick cord of bright blue strands, tied firmly around his waist. His voice was, as can be expected, incredibly deep. “I have came not to remind the people of Orum of their obligations to all of the Union.” the man paused, slowly sinking his words into the crowd. “I have not come to plead urgently for you to cease your petty whining and to join the army. I have not come to pull the lot of you by the collar, kicking and screaming, into the war. In short, I have not come for the same reason as my junior here. I will not beg for your assistance. You will either get it through your vain heads that your are needed on your own, or you will continue to sit here, twiddling your thumbs. Either way, it will not make a personal difference to me. “ He paused and was suddenly waving a large hand in the air, motioning for several people to emerge into the front of the hushed crowd.
Like the man, they were all covered in numerous layers of deep blue cloaks. Their appearances varied, some tall and some short, through they all appeared tired- worn out- and all carried some form of scar. Content with their new positions, the large man continued to speak once more. “I am here, however, to show you the faces of those brave enough to fight. I am here to show you what the opposite of coward means- and to hope that you are not as weak-hearted as you look. I have been given numerous reasons why you lot do not support the efforts of these men here, and I find them all insulting to their honor. These men fight not for their god, nor do they fight for some idealistic leader- no offense.” He paused, giving a curt glance to the head of the table, smiling slightly as the oldest man simply shrugged. “I find it insulting that you consider the words of some idol to be more important that the suffering of innocents in the world. I do not mean to insult your religion, but I find it incredible that there can be a god who does not approve of his people doing their best to ensure the peace in the world. Perhaps it is not the best method to ensure peace, maybe it is not even remotely close to being the best method, it is our only method to ensure peace. We must take a stand against all those who force suffering upon the masses- whether that stand involves fighting or not. Personally, I could not stand in your shoes and accept myself for ignoring the suffering of those who obviously need our help.” He swallowed, taking his time in the motion. “I am here to show you the face of courage and to ask if you see it within yourselves. I am here, in a few words, to commend those who are brave enough to stand and to hopefully convey their inspiration to those who are not.” He turned back to the old man, forcing a smile on his face, and ended his speech. “What will be your decision?”
I am a horrible person for the double-post. I am sad for myself.
Oruc
Reactionary
Why are people assuming what I do and don't like
How is that not proof? you just implied you would destroy him for daring to be next to you.
A better choice would be Tir-whatever- stable and protected by a larger neighbor.
And I do have quite a lot to worry about- such as Arcadia
Tir tairngire isn't a good option religious turmoil and 4th in line. I have numerous apart from keeping it, giving it to Norvalin, genocide then handing it over to the Nontinese so they can spite their former oppressors.
Those guys are idiots, of course the Nontinese support Zamdar they get self-rule while UoA ignored them which is my only complaint about the story/
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
No- what I implied was that it was dangerous to be next to me, not that I would attack him because he was. I have a habit of going after targets close to me, and since he would be close, I would not change my plans just because he was new. Don't change my words, please.
But its better than Gammorea, which is falling apart at the seems.
I'm assuming that by your word 'numerous', that you mean 'numbers'. if that is the case, then I laugh at you. I'm already close enough to your level to do major damage, and you simply having control of Arcadia will add thousands to my reserves. Giving it to the Valins would buy you respite, but you run the chance of Thlayli simply handing it over to me- which I assume he would, considering I'm more than willing to fight through him to get it. Genociding it would force my hand into action, guaranteeing you an invasion right at the moment you need your defense. The Nontinese are more pathetic than scary, considering that they're far more unorganized than anything you imagine. Finally, anything you do will result in my attacking you the second your back is turned, and you're not anywhere near powerful enough to deal with me and another enemy.
Considering that I'm (at the most) 1 point off of you this turn. You might have numbers, but trust me when I say that you won't win.
That line was included for a reason
.Seriously Emu- look at your hand and you must realize that you won't have a chance of victory. Even without the Valins, I'm capable of raising numerous rebels from the region- Arcadians being the riotous folk they are- and I'm more than capable of using my advantages. You may consider this a bluff, or you may consider it bragging- I don't care. I'm more worried about the fact that destroying you will most likely result in two things- one being my own (eventual) destruction. So, in a turn of peace, I'm offering you a chance to fix your wrong.
Give Arcadia and Radis back to me, and I'll let the Nontinese go for now. You gain an ally (in the form of the Nontinese), a safe backside, and even troops to assist in your defense (more in the form of Kelios's defense) against the 'invaders'. Refuse, and well, then we'll see how this thing plays out.
Oruc
Reactionary
Did you even read what you wrote? I give you something and you leave me alone for now.
I'd rather die fighting and take you with me then give you a damn thing.
you give me Orum and Davar and then maybe we'll talk about peace
EDIT: Put your demands in the form of Diplomacy Darkening
Oruc
Reactionary
Spoiler :
To World
From Zamdar
It is sickening how a few nations seek to profit from this threat to civilization aligning themselves with the threat from the east.
Achostai must be dealt with! whether it is mere a blockade or their destruction we care not. We need assurances so that the campaign to safeguard civilization can begin, which it cannot while a knife is ready and waiting to strike at us.
We speak particulary to Guangfei, the Valin Republics and Myocaca
To Tir Tairngire, Chancosanx, Norvalin
From Zamdar
In the event of an attack by the Achostai can we count on your support in defence of a league member?
North King
blech
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To: Achostai
From: Kelios
We would like to voice strong disappointment at the resumption of old quarrels at a time so critical as this.
From: Kelios
We would like to voice strong disappointment at the resumption of old quarrels at a time so critical as this.
