LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
IC:
The representative of His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor Zhang of Guangfei would like to voice The Empire's opinion on the proposal by the Destrian Warlord.
We do not believe that the proposed changes are necessary and believe that the current borders would be the most suitable and beneficial to the peace in the region.
The representative of His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor Zhang of Guangfei would like to voice The Empire's opinion on the proposal by the Destrian Warlord.
We do not believe that the proposed changes are necessary and believe that the current borders would be the most suitable and beneficial to the peace in the region.
The Kingdom of Rozan agrees with all provisions, but wishes to add one more to the Rozan section.
-the newly established Free Magland will be a vassal state to the Kingdom of Rozan, with Trinlin & Destre able to station military within its borders as well. To stave off revenge sentiments.
Here is an illustration of the treaty as it stands:
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Least Magland remains. Though weakened. Hopefully the Monarchy is still in place?
a_propagandist
The Light Brigadier
Destre feels that this addition is well-founded and hopes that Trinlin and the Mags will agree to this partition.
"You're crazy."
Arbala shook his head, grinning like a madman at his wife, Sashan. "No, I'm a genius."
"You're crazy, and you're delusional." Despite her words the woman had a tolerating smile on her face as she followed her husband through their small house towards his "workshop" - a back room with walls partially reinforced with wood from the dense coniferous forests surrounding their home city of Iolar Geimhread.
"I am a genius, like my ancestors were. I have told you I'm the descendent of the great Thresis, haven't I?"
"Only every day for the past two years." The couple pass by a complex-looking assembly of wood and bronze that doesn't look like it can do anything useful; Sashan shakes her head good-natured. "And for about a year and a half before that, as I recall, and every time you 'invent' something. Like that hands-free stew mixer we just pasSED, which I might point out, doesn't work."
"Well, you seemed concerned about my knocking holes in the walls for the pulley system. Also, I couldn't afford a horse for the turning circle."
"Again with the horses. You try to stuff them into every invention. We've done fine without them so far."
Arbala grinned wider. "But we can always do better! And with that in mind, I have improved upon my glorious ancestor's most lasting legacy-" He reached a hand out to push the door to his workshop open.
"-accidentally maiming innocent bystanders?"
The door flung wide, and the self-professed inventor gestured grandly at a familiar-looking shape sitting on the toolbench inside. "No, my lovely if trying lifemate - intentionally maiming innocent bystanders."
Doing her best not to laugh at his pronouncement, Sashan took a close look at the device. Solid wooden stock, a steel crossbar, thick cord ... "You built a scale model of Thresis' siege bow?"
"In a way, yes. A fully-working model, no less." He picked it up, grunting softly at its weight. "Not the most ... wieldy of weapons, but the destruction it can wreak! ... Pass me that crank over there?"
Curious now, Sashan moved to the near corner and picked up the oddly-shaped bronze crank, passing it to her husband. Arbala fitted its unusual shape precisely to the wooden stock, hooked an end around the thick cord, and with the nose of the weapon planted on the ground began to wind back. After a few minutes of straining effort, he had the bowstring locked into a hook on the bow itself, and unattached the crank.
"Alright, so it tires out unathletic men who spend too much time tinkering indoors and not enough time at work so their long-suffering wives can eat."
"Not ... only that ..." The inventor gulped air, arms quivering from their unhappy experience with hard labour. "... pass me an arrow?"
"You mean these things?" The woman picked up one of the projectiles and looked at it curiously. "You've chopped it almost in half. What good is it to an archer now?"
"To an ... archer ... none." He plucked it from his wife's fingers and fitted it to a groove on the scaled-down Thresis Bow. "To an Arbaler?" Grunting again, he lifted the heavy weapon to his shoulder, sighted and- snik-THOCK! -drilled the cut-down arrow up to its leather fletching in the reinforced wall. "It is of great use."
Sashan, after taking a moment to recover from the shock of the sudden shot, moved over to the wall and eyed the deep-set arrow. "I don't see any other arrows in here. Or holes. Dare I hope you used one of your mistresses* for target practice?"
Grinning, Arbala gently put the prototype down. "No, but I was tempted to enlist the help of that muscled young fellow* you seem so fond of. Alas, I ended up using a lowly tree outside the city."
"Mmm." Smiling as well, his wife moved back to him. "I won't ask how you got that thing past the sentries without a lot of uncomfortable questions." Then something clicked behind her eyes, and the smile faded. "Arbala ... dear ... that's real steel in your invention?"
"Well, yes. The wood around here is really terrible for any sort of bows, and bronze is too soft-"
Sashan grabbed him by the shoulders, voice shrill. "Where did you get the sort of money to afford steel?!"
He blinked, taken aback. "Uh ... I, uh ... sold the house. Sort of."
The woman went absolutely white, then a dangerous shade of red. Arbala talked fast. "We're about to become rich beyond our wildest dreams, dearest loved one! The military will pay through the nose to get their hands on my design, and I am going to have a mansion built for us - on the flanks of a cliff overlooking the Bay of Khemal!"
Sashan's expression softened, and her frightened grip become a warm embrace. "Ooh, I knew it wasn't a mistake to bind with you for that big, beautiful brain of yours ..."
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* While Syracians typically choose one lover to live out their lives with - the choice formalized in a symbolic "binding" ceremony - there is no prosciption on adultery. In fact, a couple often holds a friendly rivalry over who can get the greatest quantity and quality of "on-the-side" lovers.
Arbala shook his head, grinning like a madman at his wife, Sashan. "No, I'm a genius."
"You're crazy, and you're delusional." Despite her words the woman had a tolerating smile on her face as she followed her husband through their small house towards his "workshop" - a back room with walls partially reinforced with wood from the dense coniferous forests surrounding their home city of Iolar Geimhread.
"I am a genius, like my ancestors were. I have told you I'm the descendent of the great Thresis, haven't I?"
"Only every day for the past two years." The couple pass by a complex-looking assembly of wood and bronze that doesn't look like it can do anything useful; Sashan shakes her head good-natured. "And for about a year and a half before that, as I recall, and every time you 'invent' something. Like that hands-free stew mixer we just pasSED, which I might point out, doesn't work."
"Well, you seemed concerned about my knocking holes in the walls for the pulley system. Also, I couldn't afford a horse for the turning circle."
"Again with the horses. You try to stuff them into every invention. We've done fine without them so far."
Arbala grinned wider. "But we can always do better! And with that in mind, I have improved upon my glorious ancestor's most lasting legacy-" He reached a hand out to push the door to his workshop open.
"-accidentally maiming innocent bystanders?"
The door flung wide, and the self-professed inventor gestured grandly at a familiar-looking shape sitting on the toolbench inside. "No, my lovely if trying lifemate - intentionally maiming innocent bystanders."
Doing her best not to laugh at his pronouncement, Sashan took a close look at the device. Solid wooden stock, a steel crossbar, thick cord ... "You built a scale model of Thresis' siege bow?"
"In a way, yes. A fully-working model, no less." He picked it up, grunting softly at its weight. "Not the most ... wieldy of weapons, but the destruction it can wreak! ... Pass me that crank over there?"
Curious now, Sashan moved to the near corner and picked up the oddly-shaped bronze crank, passing it to her husband. Arbala fitted its unusual shape precisely to the wooden stock, hooked an end around the thick cord, and with the nose of the weapon planted on the ground began to wind back. After a few minutes of straining effort, he had the bowstring locked into a hook on the bow itself, and unattached the crank.
"Alright, so it tires out unathletic men who spend too much time tinkering indoors and not enough time at work so their long-suffering wives can eat."
"Not ... only that ..." The inventor gulped air, arms quivering from their unhappy experience with hard labour. "... pass me an arrow?"
"You mean these things?" The woman picked up one of the projectiles and looked at it curiously. "You've chopped it almost in half. What good is it to an archer now?"
"To an ... archer ... none." He plucked it from his wife's fingers and fitted it to a groove on the scaled-down Thresis Bow. "To an Arbaler?" Grunting again, he lifted the heavy weapon to his shoulder, sighted and- snik-THOCK! -drilled the cut-down arrow up to its leather fletching in the reinforced wall. "It is of great use."
Sashan, after taking a moment to recover from the shock of the sudden shot, moved over to the wall and eyed the deep-set arrow. "I don't see any other arrows in here. Or holes. Dare I hope you used one of your mistresses* for target practice?"
Grinning, Arbala gently put the prototype down. "No, but I was tempted to enlist the help of that muscled young fellow* you seem so fond of. Alas, I ended up using a lowly tree outside the city."
"Mmm." Smiling as well, his wife moved back to him. "I won't ask how you got that thing past the sentries without a lot of uncomfortable questions." Then something clicked behind her eyes, and the smile faded. "Arbala ... dear ... that's real steel in your invention?"
"Well, yes. The wood around here is really terrible for any sort of bows, and bronze is too soft-"
Sashan grabbed him by the shoulders, voice shrill. "Where did you get the sort of money to afford steel?!"
He blinked, taken aback. "Uh ... I, uh ... sold the house. Sort of."
The woman went absolutely white, then a dangerous shade of red. Arbala talked fast. "We're about to become rich beyond our wildest dreams, dearest loved one! The military will pay through the nose to get their hands on my design, and I am going to have a mansion built for us - on the flanks of a cliff overlooking the Bay of Khemal!"
Sashan's expression softened, and her frightened grip become a warm embrace. "Ooh, I knew it wasn't a mistake to bind with you for that big, beautiful brain of yours ..."
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* While Syracians typically choose one lover to live out their lives with - the choice formalized in a symbolic "binding" ceremony - there is no prosciption on adultery. In fact, a couple often holds a friendly rivalry over who can get the greatest quantity and quality of "on-the-side" lovers.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
The Kingdom of Rozan agrees with all provisions, but wishes to add one more to the Rozan section.
-the newly established Free Magland will be a vassal state to the Kingdom of Rozan, with Trinlin & Destre able to station military within its borders as well. To stave off revenge sentiments.
Here is an illustration of the treaty as it stands:
IC:
The representative of His Imperial Majesty strongly protests the divisions proposed by Rozan.
Why should Trinlin's ancestral territories, including her ancient capital, be ceded to Rozan? Why should ancestral Magland be given to Trinlin? And why should Trinlinese territories be given to create a Magland, outside of the Mag areas?
The representative is sure that Rozan will take in the words of The Empire in account on the past dealings between Guangfei and Rozan.
The Kingdom of Rozan will take in the words of it's allies in this war and no one else.
If Trinlin feels these are not its legitimate lands, then we can shift the Magland state further to the south and centered around the capital with Trinlin occupying the northern section.
A border on the river suits Rozan's needs well, and we feel we need to be compensated both for the liberation of Trinlin and our overwhelming majority support in the defeat of Magland.
If Trinlin feels these are not its legitimate lands, then we can shift the Magland state further to the south and centered around the capital with Trinlin occupying the northern section.
A border on the river suits Rozan's needs well, and we feel we need to be compensated both for the liberation of Trinlin and our overwhelming majority support in the defeat of Magland.
Magland wants its homelands, not to be moved off as a buffer state (though it's within your power to do so I suppose).
Trinlin is angered by the treaty. They will accept the borders with Destre, but will not allow the Temple of Wiviter, the most important structure of Trinlinist Faith, fall into the hands of a country that is openly converting to another religion. Furthermore, the city of Trinlin (which contains the Temple) is the nation's ancient and culture-steeped capital, not the barbaric hole of Magon.
Essentially, Trinlin wants its capital region, though it is fine with Rozan holding the rest of the Eastern Bank.
EDIT: Okay, that's settled.
Trinlin suggests that the region around the capital should be drawn as a horizontal line, moving westwards from the southern bend in the river.
Trinlin is angered by the treaty. They will accept the borders with Destre, but will not allow the Temple of Wiviter, the most important structure of Trinlinist Faith, fall into the hands of a country that is openly converting to another religion. Furthermore, the city of Trinlin (which contains the Temple) is the nation's ancient and culture-steeped capital, not the barbaric hole of Magon.
Essentially, Trinlin wants its capital region, though it is fine with Rozan holding the rest of the Eastern Bank.
EDIT: Okay, that's settled.
Trinlin suggests that the region around the capital should be drawn as a horizontal line, moving westwards from the southern bend in the river.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Perhaps the Kingdom of Rozan should try and remember how they were able to fund and prosecute the war against Magland? What happens in the south affects Guangfei and His Majesty has the ability to reach beyond The Empire's borders to insure that her bordering nations remain at peace.
Rozan should be compensated sufficiently with the territory she has acquired east of Trinlin as well as with the destruction of Magland as the major southern power. Why should Trinlin further cede territory to Destre that they themselves had taken back?
Guangfei has not, and will not, forget the lesson we learned in the Valin War. As thus, His Majesty opposes the Kingdom of Rozan's border proposal and believes that the current borders are the most suitable for long lasting peace in the south.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Well I dislike it when that happens! *mumbles about Chinese being kicked out of so many areas* 
Yes, I'm a hypocrite
Yes, I'm a hypocriteWell, before you think about the update, could you check my order if it was correct... or some parts which i cant do...
