Swissempire
Poet Jester
Can the Bladeremes be my Sea UU?
LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Wubba360
Emperor
Swiss, my idea of God is basically a higher power. God who's spirit flows through the art of sword and what not. Pretty much same thing, just he is a spiritual entity.
Sure Swissempire.
Hmm, this is going to be an extremely interesting update. This is the first time I've ever laughed/giggled evilly and rubbed my hands while reading orders.
Hmm, no orders from the Zibonese rebels... I wonder what'll happen?
Hmm, this is going to be an extremely interesting update. This is the first time I've ever laughed/giggled evilly and rubbed my hands while reading orders.
Hmm, no orders from the Zibonese rebels... I wonder what'll happen?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
MJM, send orders.!!!1
Wubba360
Emperor
I hope thats not a bad thing for me 
MjM
Deity
IM SENDING ORDERS A234s
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Call me Swiss or Chip. And I covered all my bases... *gasp8 Did Nurmafer turn on me.Lord_Iggy said:
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Should I be scared or what? ; )
Can anyone suggest a good program to alter avatars with?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Swissempire said:
Just sort of curious, who were they captured from? Gorin?
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
the Bajo aren't my UU anymore, i switched it remember? its the Moosey now
and yea swiss where did you get the 2 catapults? i mean catapults aren't animals you can't capture them and im so far away from you... how the hell would you get up to me?
and yea swiss where did you get the 2 catapults? i mean catapults aren't animals
you can't capture them and im so far away from you... how the hell would you get up to me?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
I thought Veritas and Emor had catapults...or was that Bastillas?
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
im the only one who has siege weapons
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
You may have catapults, but I have three horses ; )
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
i chuck rocks the size of your horses....
pwned
pwned
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Just as a point of curiosity, have you even started the update yet iggy?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
This story arc is finished. I think the last part is the best, personally.
A Crisis of Conscience, Part Three
People in Veritas scratched their heads. What had gotten into the High Assemblum lately? Granted, they were used to the Assemblum acting strangely. Several council members once lit themselves on fire after they were accused of corruption...and no one could forget the famous latis duel between High Elder Varantian and the usurper Kaelias. But the Assemblum had never locked itself up for three days...what could be going on?
It was only later that news of the Zibonese rebellion began filtering into the city. Crowds of people began to gather around the Hall of the Assemblum, waiting for some kind of announcement. Impromptu Strategy tournaments broke out, and a small group of people started playing Chance or Fate*.
The expectant citizens could only wonder what was going on behind closed doors...
---
For the seventh time that day, Varantian pounded his gavel.
"No Elder Senteni, you may not execute Emissary Zboli for treason!"
"The dirty darkskin, just look at him smirking! He knew about this plan, from the very beginning!"
The Zibonese dignitary had no time to protest, because already the Assemblum had dissolved into chaos. Members gestured rudely, yelling various insults at one another. The first two days had been rather civil debate, but now the Assemblymen and Elders were just tired and angry.
Finally giving up on beating his gavel, High Elder Varantian picked up the silver rod that was the symbol of the leadership of the Republic, and shoved one of the clay pots half-filled with wine off the high table where the Elders sat. In the resulting crash, most of the members fell silent, though Elder Ialios started grumbling about wasted wine.
"Look at ourselves," shouted Velanian. "Acting like a horde of Gorinese peasants! This is ridiculous, and I will be heard!"
The Assemblum looked at him, surprised. The soft spoken High Elder didn't usually get angry. Apparently he saved it for important moments.
"I am going to instruct the Assemblum on the course that should be taken, as we seem to be divided. Then we will vote on the matter. Agreed?"
"Agreed," mumbled the Assemblum.
"Good. Zibon has rebelled, yes? This is, as Emissaries Zboli and Zkanli have told us, because the Zibonese people were denied equality with average Veritasans."
Zboli took off his ceremonial green cap, and bowed. "Aye, your Eldership. Some radicals want to recreate Zibon, but there are many who simply want to live in freedom within Veritas."
"Thank you, Emissary. We have two Zibonese here who are exemplary leaders. They have endured three days of insults, and questions of their loyalty. But I say no. On the contrary, Zboli and Zkanli are the greatest allies we have among the Zibonese people!"
A young Assemblyman from Stockheim cleared his throat. "But my lord Elder, why did they not stop this rebellion before it began?"
Zkondi shook his head. In a deep voice, he replied, "We represent many, who have cool heads and clear minds in Zibon, or Tellia as you call it. But many do not agree, and would rather kill to get what they want. Their voices may have prevailed when we left to tell you of our plight."
Varantian resumed his speech. "Do you see, then? Veritas is at a crucial time. We can suppress the Zibonese, or welcome those who would rejoin us as countrymen! Therefore, I propose that full political rights be given to the Zibonese people, including freedom of election."
An elderly statesman from Noras stood up. In a quavering voice, he croaked, "Do you not remember the First War? I will never share my rights with a servant of Chaos!"
And the Assemblum collapsed into another shouting session.
A few minutes later, Elder Quintanus, the leader of the influential group of anti-Zibonese senators, slowly walked up to High Elder Varantian.
Raising his mouth to the High Elder's ear, he whispered, "May I perhaps suggest a compromise?"
---
Upper Quarter, Lux (Zang)
Commander Delagani whispered to his troops. "Men, there are about ten Zibonese on the road ahead. Three have bows, and the others some spears. This patrol will be like the last one. If we kill them all, the way to the Forge Quarter will be open."
His men nodded, grimly. An outside observer would be shocked, but there were as many dark skinned soldiers as light in his militia. But loyalty to a commander is stronger than all, the soldiers always said. Stronger than race, than belief, even stronger than life.
They fanned out, and ran forward. This militia didn't use battle cries...it didn't work. The Zibonese were milling around, but when one heard the pattering of sandals behind them, they turned to see several armed warriors running towards them.
A few arrows shot off into the charging militia, and one man fell bleeding from a direct hit in the chest. Meanwhile the Zibonese spearmen formed a wavering line, spears held upward in a classic defensive position. Unfortunately for them, the Zibonese didn't know two things. One was that the latis was designed for Veritasan use, right here in Lux. And the other was that it was especially designed to counter organized spearmen regiments.
The leader of the Zibonese saw the white-haired man with the purple cape running in front of the rest. Ah. That must be their leader. As Delagani advanced, he drew a dagger in his left hand. The Zibonese leader jumped backward, trying for a quick jab towards Delagani's legs. The seasoned soldier, however, hooked the blade of his latis in the oncoming spearshaft, wrenching it out of his grip.
Pulling the spear imbedded in the latis to the side, the Veritasan slashed at his throat. The man tried to pull away, but too late.
Before long, the Zibonese patrol had been killed to a man. It wasn't without cost, though. Six Veritasans had died in the melee. But now they could get to the Forge Quarter, and the high ground beyond. Perhaps they might even make it out of this hellhole alive.
An hour later, Delagani's militiamen had reached the peak of Mount Dominius, called Znbali in the old Zibonese language. It was a beautiful view for the old soldier. From the peak, really an oversized hill more than a mountain, he could see Lux on one side, and the Plains of Emoria to the north. On one side, the disorganized Zibonese radicals milled around, some fighting Urban Militia patrols, and others trying to impose some order on the city.
But on the other side, horns were blaring, and companies forming up. From Kallamas glittering far in the distance, purple flags and laughing companies were marching to quell the rebellion.
"At last, the citizen levies are finally raised."
---
The following day, a proclamation was posted all throughout the city of Veritas:
By order of the High Elder Varantian, in the name of the High Assemblum Popularum Veritasum, in the name of the Republic of Veritas:
The One created men alike, yet different. Some are born evil, and some good. Many are born light, others are born dark. The people of Veritas are the Chosen of the One, as are all who follow Him and his Maxims. But there are others as well, others who would join the Republic and its ideals of freedom, order, and equality.
The power lies not with Man to judge the nature of others. While Veritas will always do what is right, and will always support the Church and the One, we cannot deny the freedoms of the Republic to any who do not worship the One, or are not Valin, the One's Chosen. For in all peoples are a spark of Valin, for from Valin did all peoples come**.
As a result of this, the Republic grants Amnesty and full rights to any Zibonese who rejoin their motherland the Republic of Veritas. In addition, all non-Valin peoples not in rebellion against the Republic are granted political equality within Veritas. It is not our right to deny Order, Truth, and Light to all who love and live in our nation. Therefore, we must decide that the Republic of Veritas is for all, not simply for some.
In the name of the Republic, of the Church, and of the One, so shall it be done.
---
*Chance or Fate is a card game with no analogy in OTL, but vaguely resembles something like Uno. Also, it employs dice rolls to determine the number of cards picked up.
**Famous passage from Veritasan scripture.
A Crisis of Conscience, Part Three
People in Veritas scratched their heads. What had gotten into the High Assemblum lately? Granted, they were used to the Assemblum acting strangely. Several council members once lit themselves on fire after they were accused of corruption...and no one could forget the famous latis duel between High Elder Varantian and the usurper Kaelias. But the Assemblum had never locked itself up for three days...what could be going on?
It was only later that news of the Zibonese rebellion began filtering into the city. Crowds of people began to gather around the Hall of the Assemblum, waiting for some kind of announcement. Impromptu Strategy tournaments broke out, and a small group of people started playing Chance or Fate*.
The expectant citizens could only wonder what was going on behind closed doors...
---
For the seventh time that day, Varantian pounded his gavel.
"No Elder Senteni, you may not execute Emissary Zboli for treason!"
"The dirty darkskin, just look at him smirking! He knew about this plan, from the very beginning!"
The Zibonese dignitary had no time to protest, because already the Assemblum had dissolved into chaos. Members gestured rudely, yelling various insults at one another. The first two days had been rather civil debate, but now the Assemblymen and Elders were just tired and angry.
Finally giving up on beating his gavel, High Elder Varantian picked up the silver rod that was the symbol of the leadership of the Republic, and shoved one of the clay pots half-filled with wine off the high table where the Elders sat. In the resulting crash, most of the members fell silent, though Elder Ialios started grumbling about wasted wine.
"Look at ourselves," shouted Velanian. "Acting like a horde of Gorinese peasants! This is ridiculous, and I will be heard!"
The Assemblum looked at him, surprised. The soft spoken High Elder didn't usually get angry. Apparently he saved it for important moments.
"I am going to instruct the Assemblum on the course that should be taken, as we seem to be divided. Then we will vote on the matter. Agreed?"
"Agreed," mumbled the Assemblum.
"Good. Zibon has rebelled, yes? This is, as Emissaries Zboli and Zkanli have told us, because the Zibonese people were denied equality with average Veritasans."
Zboli took off his ceremonial green cap, and bowed. "Aye, your Eldership. Some radicals want to recreate Zibon, but there are many who simply want to live in freedom within Veritas."
"Thank you, Emissary. We have two Zibonese here who are exemplary leaders. They have endured three days of insults, and questions of their loyalty. But I say no. On the contrary, Zboli and Zkanli are the greatest allies we have among the Zibonese people!"
A young Assemblyman from Stockheim cleared his throat. "But my lord Elder, why did they not stop this rebellion before it began?"
Zkondi shook his head. In a deep voice, he replied, "We represent many, who have cool heads and clear minds in Zibon, or Tellia as you call it. But many do not agree, and would rather kill to get what they want. Their voices may have prevailed when we left to tell you of our plight."
Varantian resumed his speech. "Do you see, then? Veritas is at a crucial time. We can suppress the Zibonese, or welcome those who would rejoin us as countrymen! Therefore, I propose that full political rights be given to the Zibonese people, including freedom of election."
An elderly statesman from Noras stood up. In a quavering voice, he croaked, "Do you not remember the First War? I will never share my rights with a servant of Chaos!"
And the Assemblum collapsed into another shouting session.
A few minutes later, Elder Quintanus, the leader of the influential group of anti-Zibonese senators, slowly walked up to High Elder Varantian.
Raising his mouth to the High Elder's ear, he whispered, "May I perhaps suggest a compromise?"
---
Upper Quarter, Lux (Zang)
Commander Delagani whispered to his troops. "Men, there are about ten Zibonese on the road ahead. Three have bows, and the others some spears. This patrol will be like the last one. If we kill them all, the way to the Forge Quarter will be open."
His men nodded, grimly. An outside observer would be shocked, but there were as many dark skinned soldiers as light in his militia. But loyalty to a commander is stronger than all, the soldiers always said. Stronger than race, than belief, even stronger than life.
They fanned out, and ran forward. This militia didn't use battle cries...it didn't work. The Zibonese were milling around, but when one heard the pattering of sandals behind them, they turned to see several armed warriors running towards them.
A few arrows shot off into the charging militia, and one man fell bleeding from a direct hit in the chest. Meanwhile the Zibonese spearmen formed a wavering line, spears held upward in a classic defensive position. Unfortunately for them, the Zibonese didn't know two things. One was that the latis was designed for Veritasan use, right here in Lux. And the other was that it was especially designed to counter organized spearmen regiments.
The leader of the Zibonese saw the white-haired man with the purple cape running in front of the rest. Ah. That must be their leader. As Delagani advanced, he drew a dagger in his left hand. The Zibonese leader jumped backward, trying for a quick jab towards Delagani's legs. The seasoned soldier, however, hooked the blade of his latis in the oncoming spearshaft, wrenching it out of his grip.
Pulling the spear imbedded in the latis to the side, the Veritasan slashed at his throat. The man tried to pull away, but too late.
Before long, the Zibonese patrol had been killed to a man. It wasn't without cost, though. Six Veritasans had died in the melee. But now they could get to the Forge Quarter, and the high ground beyond. Perhaps they might even make it out of this hellhole alive.
An hour later, Delagani's militiamen had reached the peak of Mount Dominius, called Znbali in the old Zibonese language. It was a beautiful view for the old soldier. From the peak, really an oversized hill more than a mountain, he could see Lux on one side, and the Plains of Emoria to the north. On one side, the disorganized Zibonese radicals milled around, some fighting Urban Militia patrols, and others trying to impose some order on the city.
But on the other side, horns were blaring, and companies forming up. From Kallamas glittering far in the distance, purple flags and laughing companies were marching to quell the rebellion.
"At last, the citizen levies are finally raised."
---
The following day, a proclamation was posted all throughout the city of Veritas:
By order of the High Elder Varantian, in the name of the High Assemblum Popularum Veritasum, in the name of the Republic of Veritas:
The One created men alike, yet different. Some are born evil, and some good. Many are born light, others are born dark. The people of Veritas are the Chosen of the One, as are all who follow Him and his Maxims. But there are others as well, others who would join the Republic and its ideals of freedom, order, and equality.
The power lies not with Man to judge the nature of others. While Veritas will always do what is right, and will always support the Church and the One, we cannot deny the freedoms of the Republic to any who do not worship the One, or are not Valin, the One's Chosen. For in all peoples are a spark of Valin, for from Valin did all peoples come**.
As a result of this, the Republic grants Amnesty and full rights to any Zibonese who rejoin their motherland the Republic of Veritas. In addition, all non-Valin peoples not in rebellion against the Republic are granted political equality within Veritas. It is not our right to deny Order, Truth, and Light to all who love and live in our nation. Therefore, we must decide that the Republic of Veritas is for all, not simply for some.
In the name of the Republic, of the Church, and of the One, so shall it be done.
---
*Chance or Fate is a card game with no analogy in OTL, but vaguely resembles something like Uno. Also, it employs dice rolls to determine the number of cards picked up.
**Famous passage from Veritasan scripture.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
wow hey now, whats witht he Gorinese peasant thing?
i don't go around calling people i don't like Veritas gnome lovers
i don't go around calling people i don't like Veritas gnome lovers
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