LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Kentharu
Zebra Commander
oh and Farrow Masra is my version of Crystalism, which is the Shalamari state religion. It focuses on Dula instead of the Red lady.
Also i would advise against creating a Croyodon church of Masra, later perhaps, but now it may cause instability. But if you want to, then go ahead, i won't charge in with my military or anything
Also i would advise against creating a Croyodon church of Masra, later perhaps, but now it may cause instability. But if you want to, then go ahead, i won't charge in with my military or anything
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
From: Shalamari
To: Davar
We applaud your initiative and proper judgment in assessing the situation. The Lengels indeed pose a threat more dire than any ever witnessed by Shalamari or the World beyond. We need to unite and pool our forces quickly in order to counter the barbarians.
OOC: I really envy you, Thlayli...
To: Davar
We applaud your initiative and proper judgment in assessing the situation. The Lengels indeed pose a threat more dire than any ever witnessed by Shalamari or the World beyond. We need to unite and pool our forces quickly in order to counter the barbarians.
OOC: I really envy you, Thlayli...
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Great update!
OOC: You people are not very creative. You don't always have to fight to the death with invaders. The fact that not all nations were attacked, and the fact that an offer (if an unreasonable one) was made to Ikki indicates that the Lengels aren't just fanatics. All I'm sayin' is, give peace a chance!
From: Citadel
To: Davar
According to our religion, we will not attack these people. Our philosophers have determined that they are not wholly uncivilized (and what is barbarism but a state of primitivism unconnected from the outside world?), and with a connection to the rest of the world, peace may yet be prevailed upon.
That said, we will of course defend ourselves and all New Eldists.
OOC: You people are not very creative. You don't always have to fight to the death with invaders. The fact that not all nations were attacked, and the fact that an offer (if an unreasonable one) was made to Ikki indicates that the Lengels aren't just fanatics. All I'm sayin' is, give peace a chance!
From: Citadel
To: Davar
According to our religion, we will not attack these people. Our philosophers have determined that they are not wholly uncivilized (and what is barbarism but a state of primitivism unconnected from the outside world?), and with a connection to the rest of the world, peace may yet be prevailed upon.
That said, we will of course defend ourselves and all New Eldists.
TerrisH
Mischief?
Emor will always Stand for what is Civilized, and will continue to Spread the blessing of Civilization to the world, as the People of Vertis spread it on that day so long ago. We will not bring it by War, nor repeat their mistake of Impirilisim.
but if the war Is Just, we will Lend our help. we will be dispatching divisions of our Marchers to all frounts in this war, though it be far from home. they shall heal your wounded, and help you defend. though it be a Pitance to what the other nations can send, Every bit shall help.
but if the war Is Just, we will Lend our help. we will be dispatching divisions of our Marchers to all frounts in this war, though it be far from home. they shall heal your wounded, and help you defend. though it be a Pitance to what the other nations can send, Every bit shall help.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
perhaps we should call it the Great Alliance? it is pretty Great
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
If everyone joins, it is. Currently, we have the CRA, Davar, Emor, Croyodon and Skilv'so. And we need MORE.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Looks like I got out at the right time, eh?
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Perhaps, but the Citadel knows where you live...Thlayli said:Looks like I got out at the right time, eh?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
jalapeno_dude said:Perhaps, but the Citadel knows where you live...
And THE OWL IS WATCHING YOU!
Cuivienen
Deity
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(First of 6: The Boatswain's Tale, the Wainwright's Tale, the Widow's Tale, the Innkeep's Tale, the Lady's Tale and the Priestess's Tale)
The Boatswains Tale
The night, or the early morning, as it was, was clear on the Kehexou Sea. The boatswain, a man by the name of Karaxo, stood at the stern of the ship, gazing back. The wake of the ship slipped off into the darkness in an otherwise undisturbed sea. The Kehexou Sea was quieter even than usual tonight. There was no wind, no movement of air at all. Although the air was dry and cool, it seemed to sink around the ship as heavily as it might on the hottest and most humid summer day. The lamp Karaxo carried seemed to be swallowed up more quickly than usual in the heavy air, and the lamps of the sailors at the bow were barely visible.
Suddenly a cry from the bow pierced the muffled silence. Mist, mist and fog on the horizon, at one oclock and approaching!
Karaxo roused himself from his stupor and turned his eyes away from the enchanting sight of the long dark of the sea. He hobbled slowly to the bow, where a small knot of sailors huddled together, looking outward and pointing at what was apparently a fog bank risen from nowhere in the midst of sea. They gabbled away about the mist.
Stop it, stop it, you fools, said Karaxo, Its just a wisp of cloud. Dont worry yourselves about it. Itll fade. But he was troubled. Stay the course and well be in port in Soloxau by this time two days from now. With that, the group of sailors broke apart and returned to their nighttime duties.
Dawn shone on the sea but two hours later, and the mists had not yet lifted. Instead, it seemed to have spread across the calm sea, and it rose high in the air. Karaxos unease from the night before only increased. What could this mist possibly be that did not behave as fog did, and rose high in the air? Perhaps he would find out: the ship was headed directly into the heart of mists, which had since spread from ten oclock to three oclock across the horizon. Taking his position as the stern again, he listened to the captain shout orders to the crew while watching the distant shore of Khemri, looking away from the impending mists.
A series of shouts broke out at the bow, and he turned back to see what had happened. The bow of the ship was slipping into the mist. It took only a few moments for the mist to cover the entire ship, and Karaxo shivered in the sudden damp. But it did not stay cold for long. As the captain had already exclaimed, it gre warmer as the ship traveled into the mist. Indeed, it seemed as if it was the water of the mist itself that was warm, not the air, and each little droplet felt like a drop of warmth on his skin. The captain called from the bow that he should come forward.
The captain, a man called Falomau, had great experience on the seas, greater than Karaxo even had a desire to have, but he always valued the advice of his mates and boatswain. Now he queried Karaxo, What do you think of this mist? Look, it does not rise off the water, but only settles upon it, and it is not pierced and torn apart by the sun. And yet it seems only as if it gets warmer as we proceed forward.
Karaxo shook his head before responding. I do not know, captain, but it gives me an ill feeling. Mist should not be warm, and it should not rise so
But Karaxo was cut off by a shout from the first mate. Look, look at the sea! It churns in the mist! And so it was, now. The water was churning and swirling, and a distance to starboard through the mists bubbles rose to the surface.
The captain turned away from Karaxo and shouted, Turn to the larboard!* All hands on deck! We leave this cursed mist as soon as possible!
The ship turned and headed away from the bubbling seas. When finally at port at Soloxau, the captain told his crew to shake the eve nt out of their minds. But how could he? Karaxo couldnt help but think that the sea had been boiling.
*Larboard is the antiquated term for the left side of a ship. Port is now used.
The Boatswains Tale
The night, or the early morning, as it was, was clear on the Kehexou Sea. The boatswain, a man by the name of Karaxo, stood at the stern of the ship, gazing back. The wake of the ship slipped off into the darkness in an otherwise undisturbed sea. The Kehexou Sea was quieter even than usual tonight. There was no wind, no movement of air at all. Although the air was dry and cool, it seemed to sink around the ship as heavily as it might on the hottest and most humid summer day. The lamp Karaxo carried seemed to be swallowed up more quickly than usual in the heavy air, and the lamps of the sailors at the bow were barely visible.
Suddenly a cry from the bow pierced the muffled silence. Mist, mist and fog on the horizon, at one oclock and approaching!
Karaxo roused himself from his stupor and turned his eyes away from the enchanting sight of the long dark of the sea. He hobbled slowly to the bow, where a small knot of sailors huddled together, looking outward and pointing at what was apparently a fog bank risen from nowhere in the midst of sea. They gabbled away about the mist.
Stop it, stop it, you fools, said Karaxo, Its just a wisp of cloud. Dont worry yourselves about it. Itll fade. But he was troubled. Stay the course and well be in port in Soloxau by this time two days from now. With that, the group of sailors broke apart and returned to their nighttime duties.
Dawn shone on the sea but two hours later, and the mists had not yet lifted. Instead, it seemed to have spread across the calm sea, and it rose high in the air. Karaxos unease from the night before only increased. What could this mist possibly be that did not behave as fog did, and rose high in the air? Perhaps he would find out: the ship was headed directly into the heart of mists, which had since spread from ten oclock to three oclock across the horizon. Taking his position as the stern again, he listened to the captain shout orders to the crew while watching the distant shore of Khemri, looking away from the impending mists.
A series of shouts broke out at the bow, and he turned back to see what had happened. The bow of the ship was slipping into the mist. It took only a few moments for the mist to cover the entire ship, and Karaxo shivered in the sudden damp. But it did not stay cold for long. As the captain had already exclaimed, it gre warmer as the ship traveled into the mist. Indeed, it seemed as if it was the water of the mist itself that was warm, not the air, and each little droplet felt like a drop of warmth on his skin. The captain called from the bow that he should come forward.
The captain, a man called Falomau, had great experience on the seas, greater than Karaxo even had a desire to have, but he always valued the advice of his mates and boatswain. Now he queried Karaxo, What do you think of this mist? Look, it does not rise off the water, but only settles upon it, and it is not pierced and torn apart by the sun. And yet it seems only as if it gets warmer as we proceed forward.
Karaxo shook his head before responding. I do not know, captain, but it gives me an ill feeling. Mist should not be warm, and it should not rise so
But Karaxo was cut off by a shout from the first mate. Look, look at the sea! It churns in the mist! And so it was, now. The water was churning and swirling, and a distance to starboard through the mists bubbles rose to the surface.
The captain turned away from Karaxo and shouted, Turn to the larboard!* All hands on deck! We leave this cursed mist as soon as possible!
The ship turned and headed away from the bubbling seas. When finally at port at Soloxau, the captain told his crew to shake the eve nt out of their minds. But how could he? Karaxo couldnt help but think that the sea had been boiling.
*Larboard is the antiquated term for the left side of a ship. Port is now used.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Interesting story, Cuiv...
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Thlayli said:Looks like I got out at the right time, eh?
Any attempts to expand over the western mountain range will be considered as a hostile action when we meet
Oh yeah, please don't give the mountain a name either YOU SHALL ALL FEAR THE MIGHT OF CONTEMPT! 1000 YEARS OF WAR!
To Badong, Faitei
From Gunagfei
The Emperor Xian, the righteous and virtuous bids you to join the Empire of Guangfei to bring prosperity and wealth to your cities. The Emperor is willing to grant the Oligarch of your cities exclusive control over the city however their heirs will be ah... entertained in Guanzhong to insure good behavior.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Isolation, Barbarism, and Extremism: A Case Study
Treatise[1] presented to the Council of Eldos, 1121 VC
Treatise[1] presented to the Council of Eldos, 1121 VC
Throughout history, the peoples who are most isolated geographically tend to become most isolated culturally, holding to their beliefs in defiance when they at last come into contact with other peoples, who naturally view them as barbarians (in my experience, a relative term which should be read as "different from ourselves"). This cultural isolation is also known as extremism.
...Many good examples of this "isolation complex" can be found in history, but two will suffice. The best example is of course the Eldranians of old. Isolated in a valley far from any other humanity, they grew to believe that they were the only humans. With no contact with other cultures to keep their own sane and realistic, their culture and religon grew in strength until even direct observation of other people could not destroy it. Denying the existence of all other humans (a natural characteristic of extremism which tends to be veiled in talk of a superior race or religion, as in the Veritasians until the Zibonese Rebellion), they declared eternal war upon them.
Another example, one that is perhaps more relevant to my purpose today, is that of Exilsium. After becoming seperated from the mainland for two hundred years, their culture has changed significantly from Veritas, and has changed in a extremist direction, corresponding to their isolation. The direction of their beliefs is easy to discern. Taken away from their homeland in a great disaster, they naturally considered themselves exiles. But they were devoutly religous, so there had to be a reason for their exile. And of course, they could plainly see that they were decent human beings, whereas Veritas lay far over the horizon. Clearly, Veritas had strayed into evil, and they were morally superior. Down this path lies danger. The anger grew and grew, until Veritas became the Children of the Damned--similar to the Demons of the Eldranians. But Exilsium is undeniably better than Eldrania. Their culture retains Veritasian civilization, such as it is. And when we arrived, they greeted us, instead of assuming we were Veritasian scum and destroying us. They managed to restrain from destroying the Davarians, who they knew to be puppets of the Damned. And it seems likely that with regular contact with the outside world, this extremism will vanish.
Having established my examples, I will now talk about our modern-day "barbarians". They are undeniably more primitive than us, retaining a tribal government and squabbling amongst themselves. In terms of civilization, they are weak. But in terms of culture, they are every bit as strong as us. And it is culture and its twin, religion, that are the driving forces in the world. Thus they are looked down upon because they hold beliefs that differ from ours. This is the essential point. Humanity by its very nature fears what is different from itself. And civilization is the great homogenizer--rather than crusading against heretics, a nation must deal regularly with others. Significant differences cannot be maintained, until all civilzation is united, at least in knowledge and culture. And as the "barbarians" come into contact with us, they will either join other nations or civilize themselves. They, too, will become part of the civilized world.
What of the Lengels, whom even the barbarians fear? They must clearly have a different culture than us. Further research must be done on this point. But there are signs of potential. The Lengels are multiethnic. They incorporate the peoples they conquer rather than killing them. And ultimately, any extremism on their culture will gradually fade away. What can we do to hasten this transformation? We must not act as barbarous as they. If we meet them with force, seeking to destroy them, then it is us who will be the Demons. The Lengels will see the entire world as savage, and will remain savage themselves. But if we are civilized, if we send emissaries, if we make overtures of peace, if we do not attack, but merely defend (and I do not doubt that the civilized world in all its numbers can defend against the Lengels), then they will see us, and stop and think. And gradually, they too will become civilized. War does not spread civilization, peace does. And it is through the warm light of peace, which is the light of civilization, that the world will unify.
[1]The completion of a formal treatise is a prerequisite for becoming a member of the Council of Eldos. This treatise was written by the Unifier, the Head of the Council from 1125-1152.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: *mumbles* That's also clearly a implied reference to me!
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
OOC: I wasn't really thinking about you, but if you want to read it that way... You could also read it as a rant about Iraq and the US invasion of it...
To Ikki
From the Lengelzai
We have heard of your small Kingdom in the mountains, and see your pathetic army attempt to defend what is yours. Except, if we wish it, what is yours will become ours in the rumble of horse hooves. Pay 1 economy point in tribute every (2 turns), and serve as a trading route to the Nations of the East, and we will protect you as one of our own.
To Gorin, Shalamari
From the Lengelzai
Retreat from the broken lands of the Nkondi, and turn them over to Lengel control, and we will have peace (for now). We are very interested in trading our humble wares for the luxuries of the South, and will keep peace as long as you trade, and retreat from former Nkondi lands...now Lengel lands.
From the Lengelzai
We have heard of your small Kingdom in the mountains, and see your pathetic army attempt to defend what is yours. Except, if we wish it, what is yours will become ours in the rumble of horse hooves. Pay 1 economy point in tribute every (2 turns), and serve as a trading route to the Nations of the East, and we will protect you as one of our own.
To Gorin, Shalamari
From the Lengelzai
Retreat from the broken lands of the Nkondi, and turn them over to Lengel control, and we will have peace (for now). We are very interested in trading our humble wares for the luxuries of the South, and will keep peace as long as you trade, and retreat from former Nkondi lands...now Lengel lands.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
Contempt said:
Dun Dun Dun
@iggy-What type of land is that to my west and south.
