LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III

[alex994]

Twilight: The Long Night Begins​

“Guangfei? What is Guangfei? Nothing but rolling farmlands with hundreds of thousands of farmers ruled over by bureaucrats and nobles, defended and enforced by soldiers, supported by the tens of thousands of urban dwellers, all under one Emperor under Heaven. His word is absolute. Curse Guang! Both the noon and twilight, what shall come next?” –Princess Liu Shi

The Xianwu Affair decades ago had placed the Valin Prince in firm control of the Dragon Throne and reducing whatever ambitions his sister Princess Liu Shi had for the Throne. His reign, unlike those of his predecessors, was one of absolutism beyond imagination. More nobles and officials were executed under his reign then the reigns of his predecessors combined. Yet, even his strong arm tactics were admired though despised. He brought glory, prosperity and might to Guangfei.

Under his command, Han armies marched to the City of Swade and seized it for the Yellow Emperor. And for a while, the Dragon Banner of Guangfei flew over the Holy City of the Bladeists, a quiet but obvious signal of Emperor Guang’s Valin sympathies. Even then, Han armies marched into New Veritas, and occupied the greater parts of it for a short duration prior to the coming of Oceanus Selenica.

Prior to her coming, the upper classes had been partially mollified towards the Emperor’s eccentric and Valinic behavior by the massive amounts of territory brought under the Empire’s control. Ozkir was conquered and resettled as Beiguan, the same was to happen to New Veritas to become Qingfan, but it was not to be. The best laid plans of mice and men, were swept away by Selenica. In three days, Qingfan became New Veritas once more and Guang almost lost his Throne.

When it was announced, there was nothing short of pure unadulterated outrage. What was once annexed into Guangfei cannot be ceded short of a disastrous war, something that had not happened. Whispers of an affair between the Emperor and the evil Valin women ran rampant and the subjects of Guanzhong rose up in arms and Guang was only saved by the timely intervention of his grandnephew, Prince Liu Dan who restored order.

Emperor Guang kept his Throne and Crown, but only barely, and despite his old age and failing body, his sharp mind knew all too well what was going to happen. He was old, and he knew he would die and his reforms reversed at his death with no general support from the educated classes who made up his officials. Even Qingdao, the most supportive of the provinces were distancing themselves from him and his actions.

They too, saw the writing on the wall. Guang was unpopular and upon his death there would be a thorough purging of the many sycophants that had polluted the Imperial Court through their Valinic ways. It was forsaw, nay, EXPECTED that Guang would soon die, leaving Guangfei in peace to deal with the many problems that had arose from his long reign of 67 years.

So when the news came as Emperor Guang laid dying in his Imperial Bedchamber as he mourned his life and failure to change Guangfei. In 67 years, he had failed to truly move pieces and now, at death, he realized why. With tears streaming down his face, his last words would not be Guangfei. It was, Veritas, Veritas Eternal.

Emperor Guang was no more. ​

 

[Abaddon]

Ooh Iggz, any chance i can start in that very top bay, by the river?

 

[Swissempire]

Han armies marched to the City of Swade and seized it for the Yellow Emperor. And for a while, the Dragon Banner of Guangfei flew over the Holy City of the Bladeists, a quiet but obvious signal of Emperor Guang’s Valin sympathies.​

When? Or is it that Guangfei is so lacking in glory it must make up history?​

 

[Wubba360]

To: Bladeist nations
From: CBEM

We invite you to the wedding of the houses of Swade and Myocaca into one at the new city of Sunescia.

 

[Wubba360]

This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same.
Araguern to King Falone before the Battle of Sanctus Tutela at the age of the Lengel Horde

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Scithe Hemler walked out into the light. The day was young. In the city of Sunescia the light bounced of the ancient tower that now guarded the young city. The fortress still bore the wounds of the Civil War.

Here the wounds of the Myocacan-Swade relations had been torn to shreds. Now here that wound would be healed. The former princess Nausikaa of Swade had been able to escape the harsh punishment of UKKK, Veritas, and Guangfei by making it to the Myocacan controlled Swade city. The general had taken in the young girl and her other sister.

The city had gone under major construction. Monuments had redone the great Herim tower to its former beauty. Statues and obelisks had been erected across the city telling tales of fallen soldiers. The marvel of the city was a grand gate towering 165 feet. The sculpturing of heroes of Bladism. Helmthra, Araguern, Thranwuir I, Wilipo I, Suwapa, the White Rider, Rogalius Dorn, Sunez. The art was all around the arc taking the first two kings Fasra and Huitzil at opposing sides and as the gate rises at the top are two angered Kings Evern IV and King Thranwuir II, but in the center is Prince Thesprota and Princess Nausikaa, and holding their hands together is baby holding its arms out showing the rebirth of the two nations.

The priest smiled seeing the great Arc don Eenheid. The sky was blue.

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As the day wore on, a procession with a man on horseback rode into the city. His gold shining armor and spear in hand no man could mistake the man. With greying hairs it was the honorable King Thranwuir II. He dismounted and walked towards the old priest.

"Scithe Hemler, good to see you."

"And you majesty."

"Do not bow old friend, I am to old for that, we both know I have served my nation and I have little more to offer her. I will be joining the Blademaster any day now."

"You should not make such grim predictions my lord."

"Huh...I see death not as grim. It is best, how can an old man be ruler of a wide grand nation. It will take a youth to do so."

Soon a massive Ramid came down beside the two. Dismounting in velvet robes a young man came down. The man was no older than 20 and had firey red hair and hard green eyes.

"Hemler you have met my son."

"Yes, are you ready my son."

Thesprota replied, "What words can tell this day, it is not mine to tell, but that of the scribes who must take such wonders of indescribable beauty and turn them into blank words."

"Well spoken. The people are all anxious to see the wedding. The foreign kings are arriving soon."

A company of horsemen rode up as the High Priest and King of Aryie approached. Behind them followed the son of the late Sultan, now in exile, upon the back of a Bigjaur.

Thranwuir greeted the men.

Soon the other nation Kings arrived with open arms.

King Thranwuir II spoke to them, "MY dear friends, I will not be with you long. WE must look to the future. We must be united by our religion, not torn by. We must not allow superstition blind us from the Blood Truth that we all fight for. In the scriptures we must follow. The Blade is holy, it seperates that which is dark and what is light. It separates, but it cannot mend, the only way to do that is through love and faith. Today we do that. We gather here in faith and love. We heal the wounds of the fallen, remember the faceless dead and glorify the homeward hero. We must not forget so that it never happens again."
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The princess was brought to the wedding on the back of a giant Ramid with a silver dress. The wedding went as both man and women put forward their ands as the Scythe made a small cut on each other's hand, mixing the blood as one and pouring it into the holy water he sprinkled it on each, symbolising the binding of soul and body into one.

Celebration was held throughout the kingdom. All the best wines were made free and other luxurious food given to the poor. It was celebration for a new day and a new dawn. Under the arc of eenheid two empires were binded.

 

[Luckymoose]

In a very country voice the Emperor says" We ain't got no time for tellin stories, by God we have people to kill chop chop"

 

[LightFang]

The Aryiens would very much like a Myocacan response to the current issue at stake!

From: Aryie
To: CBEM

We'd beg to differ on that. We were in the midst of a civil war when it was interfered without any calls to do so. We, being the royalists, feel that this conflict could have been resolved without any outside intervention.

However, those are small nits to pick, as we say in our country, and what has happened cannot be undone, another thing we say (we do love our sayings).

We will agree on a few conditions.

First: We will regain a High Priest once we have shown that we are committed to peace for a period of time, say, for 100 years (this is negotiable).
Second: With the advent of the first, we agree to remain a vassal as long as the CBEM sees fit.
Third: We will have a say in foreign policy. We know we will most likely be required to provide military assistance in times of war; we would like to have our thoughts on war and foreign policy, if not heeded, at least heard.

 

[LittleBoots]

@ Thlayli - I realize this question is a little after the fact and maybe I'm missing something I should've seen a while ago, but who is The Prophetof Oneism? Just curious...

 

[Thlayli]

His name was Pacian. In the chaos following the collapse of Veritas, Pacian rallied the people in the north of the nation.

What happened in the gathering outside of Strategium is today fully unknown, but Oneists claim that Pacian was briefly the One Incarnate, who derided the people of Veritas for their sinfulness and indulgence, before ordering them to begin an exodus. Pacian, after leading the exodus himself, sailed to the east, and was repelled from unknown lands (perhaps Azulia), returning to Exilsium to found the city of Pax before his death.

Today, the Prophet Pacian is revered, for being the holy vessel that the One spoke through, and also beginning the Valin journey of purification from the sins of Old Veritas.

@Wubba: I'm also waiting on a response.

 

[Thlayli]

When? Or is it that Guangfei is so lacking in glory it must make up history?

Well, ALL the flags of the conquering nations probably flew over Swade after its fall, including Myocaca, Khemri, Veritas, Ardan, etc.

 

[human-slaughter]

Abbot Ferak strolled across the abbey grounds late one evening. He looked in among the gardens and continued along the path that cut through them. He stood at the flight of stairs that led to the ramparts of the town’s outer wall. When he had reached the top he gazed out and sighed at what he saw.

The land strolled out down into a small valley where the river flowed. He closed his eyes, breathed deep and imagined the reach of his people. He saw the farmland families with their large fields and the woodland and the harvest times. And he also saw a grand army clothed in white that would extend the reach of his peoples. He turned around and examined the abbey building. The bell tower began to ring signaling evening services. The abbot stepped down past back through the gardens and into the building for the evening services.


The next morning the troops were out on the parade field in formation. The white tabards of the men shine nicely in the crisp cold morning. The abbot stood on the balcony overlooking the grounds. He addressed them as the town watched and listened.

“Soldiers of Envia!” he said loudly “Yesterday morning I was spoken to by our great goddess Envia. She told me of our future power, our greatness we will reach. She told me that our future lies to the north.”

The people cheered, the soldiers cheered. The Abbot knew that his vision was within reach. The soldiers would march to the river and northwards to claim the land that was rightfully Envia’s.

 

[alex994]

Well, ALL the flags of the conquering nations probably flew over Swade after its fall, including Myocaca, Khemri, Veritas, Ardan, etc.

OOC: Indeed, it's common sense really. Something that a certain type of cheese lacks

 

[Swissempire]

OOC: Indeed, it's common sense really. Something that a certain type of cheese lacks

Did you just imply that American's have no common sense?

 

[alex994]

Did you just imply that American's have no common sense?

OOC: Well, if you're referring to American cheese I have nothing to say. But if you're referring to Americans as the people, well, I and Thlayli are both Americans so...

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Hm ... actually I'd like to echo Wubba's question. I've been just sort of making it up as I go along, but it'd be nice to know officially what sort of resources and exports Syracia has available. (whether or not they're currently being exploited ... )

A little bit of production and mining, mostly agricultural. Most of your economy is taken up by the unending fight with Ida'an'i'i.

Ooh Iggz, any chance i can start in that very top bay, by the river?

Way too cold for civilization. The river is bursting out from an ice sheet.

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When? Or is it that Guangfei is so lacking in glory it must make up history?

All of the armies that fought you controlled Swade jointly.

a giant Ramid with a silver dress.

Misplaced modifier!

But seriously, everyone's writing great stories. Engaging reads, the lot of them.

His name was Pacian. In the chaos following the collapse of Veritas, Pacian rallied the people in the north of the nation.

What happened in the gathering outside of Strategium is today fully unknown, but Oneists claim that Pacian was briefly the One Incarnate, who derided the people of Veritas for their sinfulness and indulgence, before ordering them to begin an exodus. Pacian, after leading the exodus himself, sailed to the east, and was repelled from unknown lands (perhaps Azulia), returning to Exilsium to found the city of Pax before his death.

Today, the Prophet Pacian is revered, for being the holy vessel that the One spoke through, and also beginning the Valin journey of purification from the sins of Old Veritas.

@Wubba: I'm also waiting on a response.

Ah yes, The One frying High Elder Dominius III... good times.

Though it should be noted that this prophet didn't appear until well after the religion was established.

Well, ALL the flags of the conquering nations probably flew over Swade after its fall, including Myocaca, Khemri, Veritas, Ardan, etc.

Yeah, confirming this statement.

 

[Thlayli]

Ah yes, The One frying High Elder Dominius III... good times.

Ehe, I really enjoyed doing that. Dominius was one of my least favorite characters created in one of my stories.

Even today, Dominius is a really unpopular name for Valin babies.

 

[LBaeldeth]

A little bit of production and mining, mostly agricultural. Most of your economy is taken up by the unending fight with Ida'an'i'i.

Bloody pirates. They'll get theirs! *Shakes fist*

 

[justokre]

Cool update, Iggmeister.

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To Syracia
From Chancosanx
Our cultures and traditions may be much different. Lying is something that Justok Nictuma does not do. No assassins were sent by the High Lord of Chancosanx.
It was independants that slew your king, whether they be Divotheists, atheists, or something else is beyond our government.

Let there be no strife between Syracia and Chancosanx. After Kelios surrenders, or is destroyed completely, perhaps you would like assistance with the pirates in the east?

 

[~Darkening~]

Any comment on my economy Iggy?

 

[alex994]

Might as well comment on mine as well