I do not think you understand what the Lengels are. Our initial terms are the only terms we will agree to, unless you come up with reasons that we find favorable. And your terms are not favorable. Thus, you will either agree to our original deal, which will prevent war in a favorable way for you, or you will prepare your defenses against our might.
LINESII- Into the Darkness
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I do not think you understand what the Lengels are. Our initial terms are the only terms we will agree to, unless you come up with reasons that we find favorable. And your terms are not favorable. Thus, you will either agree to our original deal, which will prevent war in a favorable way for you, or you will prepare your defenses against our might.
jalapeno_dude said:
For the love...Come'on you guys, there is no league of nations mentality at this point in history. Defensive alliances were barely recognized, and alliances such as CRA were extremely rare. Not only that, but nations only really allied with nations with the same religion with them, because other wise it just wasn't done.
Thus this defense alliance thing to defeat the Lengels only makes sense if your only doing it with your own religion, since the common religious man would want the other religions to burn for all he cared about them. If the Lengels attack one religious country, another religious country would probably consider that a sign from the gods that that countries religion is getting what it deserves, and its wrong. So this unite crap is not realistic at all, although the CRA's unite is more realistic because of their shared religion (well, for two of them)...
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
OOC: Asking for help is foolish? All I'm doing is calling out for help before I'm destroyed. The only foolish thing I see is them actually believing you'll have peave with them.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Darkening, way to get all defensive. You take everything really personally in like every NES. Its only a game. Sheesh. And I'll have you see that Kentharu wanted us to write it in our own words, and thats is how a Swade see's himself, so, um, the word chill comes to mind. Your really not that much fun to play with.
And I agree with Contempt, hello, its the freaking Bronze Age and we are going to make a League of Nations/UN type thing.
And Iggy, awesome NES as always, but whats the verdict on the road...
And I agree with Contempt, hello, its the freaking Bronze Age and we are going to make a League of Nations/UN type thing.
And Iggy, awesome NES as always, but whats the verdict on the road...
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Then it would be an allaince of neccesity(i can't spell). There is no, "Hey, lets form a Leugue for Eternal Peace and no more Genocide...etc" going on. But your right, this isn't earth, so i have no beef.(get it 
)
Edit: COntempt, i just realized you have Arcanis the Omnipotent as your avatar. Way cool.
)Edit: COntempt, i just realized you have Arcanis the Omnipotent as your avatar. Way cool.
To Davar
From Khemri
We would like to mend the ways of old and sign a trade treaty, contact with each other will help prevent the wars of the past recurring.
To The Citadel of Knowledge
From Khemri
Pending an Trade agreement with Davar, we would also like to extend one to you, with an added clause for discussions over the topic of religion, or to be more precise God.
From Khemri
We would like to mend the ways of old and sign a trade treaty, contact with each other will help prevent the wars of the past recurring.
To The Citadel of Knowledge
From Khemri
Pending an Trade agreement with Davar, we would also like to extend one to you, with an added clause for discussions over the topic of religion, or to be more precise God.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
to: Surrounding Tribes
From: Trinlin
Convert to Trinlinism!
From: Trinlin
Convert to Trinlinism!
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Contempt, let me make this clear, neither I, nor my nation, bow down to anyone. I am not afraid of you, neither is my nation, they are warry of you, to them you are a powerful nation, worthy of both allying, and fighting. Do not make the mistake of thinking you can, or will run me over like my northern brethern. My conditions aren't bad, im not asking for you to give up land.
If you don't want a NAP, and you want the CRA to fight you, along with the rest of the world, then fine. Your problem.
If you don't want a NAP, and you want the CRA to fight you, along with the rest of the world, then fine. Your problem.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: New Veritas
To: Exilsium
We would recommend against allotting the Citadelists any land. Unless they maintain a total lack of military forces.
To: Exilsium
We would recommend against allotting the Citadelists any land. Unless they maintain a total lack of military forces.
Kentharu said:
Our Horses are ours, yet you demand them while offering worthless things like money to us. That land of the Nkondi is ours by conquest. Yet you wish to keep it. And as I have already mentioned, you can agree to our terms, or not at all. Any terms you wish to offer to us will be rejected out of hand.
We say this one more time: Agree to the terms we have offered, withdraw from the Nkondi lands under your control, and have peace, or continue with your pride, bringing war to your people.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
We already promised not to use the base for military purposes.Thlayli said:
From: The Citadel
To: Exilsium
Very well.
@Contempt: that was sort of the point. The Citadel finds it hypocritical that other nations draw a distinction between "civilized" and "uncivilized", giving most civilized nations free reign to make war so long as it does not directly effect them.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
that was ooc contempt
The lands of Nkondi are not yours, if they were yours, then they would be yours. Simple
and you seem to forget that i am not alone. If you are at war with me, you are at war with the CRA, and then Croyodon, and then Gerber, and then perhaps Kehexou. Direct alliances are not needed Contempt.
Khemri has almost half of its population as Crystalist people. CRA is a plassable alliance. Davar has tristaria as its ally, the one faith is still strong, and Emor will join Davar. Kalmar and all the other little vassal states will join.
I'm sure you know of WW1, how it was simply a number of alliances going off all at once. Looks kind of familiar don't it?
The lands of Nkondi are not yours, if they were yours, then they would be yours. Simple
and you seem to forget that i am not alone. If you are at war with me, you are at war with the CRA, and then Croyodon, and then Gerber, and then perhaps Kehexou. Direct alliances are not needed Contempt.
Khemri has almost half of its population as Crystalist people. CRA is a plassable alliance. Davar has tristaria as its ally, the one faith is still strong, and Emor will join Davar. Kalmar and all the other little vassal states will join.
I'm sure you know of WW1, how it was simply a number of alliances going off all at once. Looks kind of familiar don't it?
Iggy could you NPC me for one turn. Just continue exanding northwards but not so far that I am overextended. Use all of my economy to purchase more spearmen and archers to defend my country.
Kenthrau you are in charge of 2000 of my spearmen to help you fight against the Lengels if need be. The rest of my spearmen will defend my homeland.
Kenthrau you are in charge of 2000 of my spearmen to help you fight against the Lengels if need be. The rest of my spearmen will defend my homeland.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Kentharu said:
I'll only join if someone makes it worth my while, and I doubt Emor and Davar are still the best of friends, and this is the Bronze Age ken, not WW1.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
i know that swiss, i said it is familiar, for you see, if it was WW1, i would have crashed a blimp into your bloody blademaster already 
@farrow: thanks mate, pity you are NPCing this turn, it is a rather important one
@farrow: thanks mate, pity you are NPCing this turn, it is a rather important one
The city of Magi was burning. The outer walls were broken, and the battle for the city was winding down. The young Temujan, then 17, rode with his father, almost 45 years of age, and Vanitas, the elder Veritas general. The fighting was dying down, and the city was theirs. As Lengel horsemen fought hand to hand with the last of Maugot faithful, the Lengelzai and his son, along with the general, entered into the burning 'Elemental Palace' of the Aeyans, or whatever the rulers called themselves.
Riding through the stone palace, the rulers of the Lengels noticed that these light-skinned people had mostly killed themselves, along with the younger generation of the light-skins. A movement was seen, and Temujan notched his bow quickly, aiming it at the sound. A young light skinned girl, one of the Aeyans, stared back at him with fearful eyes.
Lowering his bow, Temujan looked at her with greedy eyes. He had seen what his father did with the woman his conquered, adding the best ones to his collection of slaves. What better place to start his collection than by taking the rulers most beloved daughter (he assumed) as his own?
"May I keep her, father?" asked Temujan. The elder man merely smiled, and nodded.
"The greatest pleasure of a man is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters. You are learning, my son, you are learning."
Temujan nodded to his father's statement, before walking over to the girl, and roughly pulling her up by her arm. "What is your name, girl?"
"Anya."
The remaining people of Magi were rounded up shortly after the battle, along with all the Barbarian worshipers of the Aeyans. The Lengels killed all those who resisted being rounded up, mounting their heads upon stakes to warn the people the price of resistance.
The civilized people of Magi looked at the Legnels with hate and fear, while the barbarians watched with awe (and not a little bit of fear, as the Lengels did destroy the Maugot, who they believed gods, in a lightning war). The Lengelzai rode around in front of the remaining tribal and city leaders, and he was a fearsome sight indeed.
"Your living gods have been defeated, and your forces were scattered like the winds against our might. Join our horse herds, and revel in the might of the War-Host. Refuse, and share the fate of those that resisted."
While fear of death spured the assembled peoples on, they still retained their pride. They would refuse to bow to this mad man. No matter their fate, they would take their pride to them to the grave. Or so the Magians and the barbarians thought.
Temujan rode up with his new slave, and immediately the conquered people noticed the precense of one of the few remaining Aeyans, perhaps the last. Immediately they dropped to their knees in reverance, although the stopped believing that the Aeyans were not gods, that belief was not let go of so easily. It had merely transformed into the belief that the Aeyans were blessed of the gods.
The Lengelzai was not a foolish man, and immediately recognized this fact. He could use this reverance, and gain more men for his already formiable army. He smiled, and waved his hand to his son's new slave.
"I have recognized the fact that these Aeyans are blessed by the Gods, with their light skin, and their constuction of mighty stone cities. The Lengel's respect their power, and for this reason my Son will marry the Daughter of the Aeyan High Kings, and join the blood of the defeaters of the Avatars of the Gods, with the Avatar's themselves."
Temujan looked at his father in surprise, but the Lengelzai's tactic paid off when the leader of the assembled civilian group stepped forward, and bowed deeply.
He looked up, religous fevor burning in his eyes. "We will gladly die for the Blessed of the Gods, and those who can defeat such Avatars..."
The Lengelzai merely smiled, turning away as the Lengel gaurds stood down, and began to bring in food and supplies for a celebration. And a wedding. Vanitas, rode beside the Lengelzai as he rode away to the main Lengel camp.
"You are a shrewd manipulator..."
"Deception is the key to all things, and we truly are the Blessed of the Gods, Koke decreed it many thousands of years ago. I allow you to worship your One because you serve me, and as long as they serve me, and by proxy, serve Koke, than they can worship the lightskinned girl all they want. Besides, her offspring will become my son's heir. And if commands my peoples loyalty merely through his blood...so much the better."
The Host-Lord merely nodded. The Lengelzai was a barbarian upon the battlefield, but his intelligence knew no bounds. Pity on the fools that would fight against him. Pity on their poor souls.
The Lengelzai is dead. All hail the Lengelzai!
Temujan sighed. His noble father had died, and he had been called back from campaign against the Nkondi to meet with the Warlords of the Horde to discuss his ascension to the position of Lengelzai. Instead of marching south against the Gorin and Shalamari, who had taken over the Southern portions of the Nkondi's land upon their defeat against his mighty forces.
Instead, here he was on the plains of Lengel territory with this personal gaurd. He rode in the front of the supply train, along with his favored General, Paci, son of the deceased Host-Lord Vanitas and a female Lengel warrior (rumor was that she bested him in combat, and then had her way with him...) .
Soon enough, Temujan reached the Lengel base camp, called Lengalzi by the few permanent residents, the women unable to fight, the old men, and the young children. From the epicenter of Lengalzi, numerous families roamed the plains with their horses and cattle, coming into Lengalzi to trade various hand crafted wares. Not to mention trade horses (a valuable commodity, since the Lengel horde always needed more horses for its warriors) for useless plunder taken from conquered nations.
For the Lengels had no care for plunder, and only for paying upkeep for their army and funding logistics did they find use for it. And Temujan and his army were master foargers and raiders, so the logistics aspect did not bother them as much. The Lengels only cared for their woman, hunting, war, and conquest.
Nothing else mattered to them, and such luxuries as gold were little use to men that fought for survival upon the plains, practicing their bow and arrow constantly so they may hunt and feed their families. No, anything else than protective wear for war was useless.
Temujan reached the center tent, and entered to see the numerous Warlords somberly eating their food. When Temujan entered, they rose as one, and then bowed. They then presented their weapons (bronze and copper swords, as well as several recursive bows) to his feet, laying their weapons gently upon the ground. This was the ultimate sign of respect, as a Lengel almost never gave up his weapon willingly (in most cases, the Lengel was dead).
Temujan quickly bowed back, accepting their sign of respect graciously by taking his own sword, and thrusting it point down into the earth. The ritual done, the Warlords smiled, and praised the War-god for the new Lengelzai, Temujan.
"I thank you for your confidence. I swear by the War-God that I will conquer until all peoples lie under Koke!"
"Peace, young one. Your conquest of Nkondi make you most suitable for Lengelzai, as your victory over that people was most blessed by the Gods, " began the eldest Warlord, "but we must not be hasty. We must war carefully, as a long war will certaintly hurt us, and there is an alliance to the South that might be strong enough to challenge our power..."
"There is none who can challenge our power, but I will heed your council, wise Warlords. The War-Host be forever strengthened."
"And may your cattle grow fat..."
Riding through the stone palace, the rulers of the Lengels noticed that these light-skinned people had mostly killed themselves, along with the younger generation of the light-skins. A movement was seen, and Temujan notched his bow quickly, aiming it at the sound. A young light skinned girl, one of the Aeyans, stared back at him with fearful eyes.
Lowering his bow, Temujan looked at her with greedy eyes. He had seen what his father did with the woman his conquered, adding the best ones to his collection of slaves. What better place to start his collection than by taking the rulers most beloved daughter (he assumed) as his own?
"May I keep her, father?" asked Temujan. The elder man merely smiled, and nodded.
"The greatest pleasure of a man is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride their horses and clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters. You are learning, my son, you are learning."
Temujan nodded to his father's statement, before walking over to the girl, and roughly pulling her up by her arm. "What is your name, girl?"
"Anya."
*****
The remaining people of Magi were rounded up shortly after the battle, along with all the Barbarian worshipers of the Aeyans. The Lengels killed all those who resisted being rounded up, mounting their heads upon stakes to warn the people the price of resistance.
The civilized people of Magi looked at the Legnels with hate and fear, while the barbarians watched with awe (and not a little bit of fear, as the Lengels did destroy the Maugot, who they believed gods, in a lightning war). The Lengelzai rode around in front of the remaining tribal and city leaders, and he was a fearsome sight indeed.
"Your living gods have been defeated, and your forces were scattered like the winds against our might. Join our horse herds, and revel in the might of the War-Host. Refuse, and share the fate of those that resisted."
While fear of death spured the assembled peoples on, they still retained their pride. They would refuse to bow to this mad man. No matter their fate, they would take their pride to them to the grave. Or so the Magians and the barbarians thought.
Temujan rode up with his new slave, and immediately the conquered people noticed the precense of one of the few remaining Aeyans, perhaps the last. Immediately they dropped to their knees in reverance, although the stopped believing that the Aeyans were not gods, that belief was not let go of so easily. It had merely transformed into the belief that the Aeyans were blessed of the gods.
The Lengelzai was not a foolish man, and immediately recognized this fact. He could use this reverance, and gain more men for his already formiable army. He smiled, and waved his hand to his son's new slave.
"I have recognized the fact that these Aeyans are blessed by the Gods, with their light skin, and their constuction of mighty stone cities. The Lengel's respect their power, and for this reason my Son will marry the Daughter of the Aeyan High Kings, and join the blood of the defeaters of the Avatars of the Gods, with the Avatar's themselves."
Temujan looked at his father in surprise, but the Lengelzai's tactic paid off when the leader of the assembled civilian group stepped forward, and bowed deeply.
He looked up, religous fevor burning in his eyes. "We will gladly die for the Blessed of the Gods, and those who can defeat such Avatars..."
The Lengelzai merely smiled, turning away as the Lengel gaurds stood down, and began to bring in food and supplies for a celebration. And a wedding. Vanitas, rode beside the Lengelzai as he rode away to the main Lengel camp.
"You are a shrewd manipulator..."
"Deception is the key to all things, and we truly are the Blessed of the Gods, Koke decreed it many thousands of years ago. I allow you to worship your One because you serve me, and as long as they serve me, and by proxy, serve Koke, than they can worship the lightskinned girl all they want. Besides, her offspring will become my son's heir. And if commands my peoples loyalty merely through his blood...so much the better."
The Host-Lord merely nodded. The Lengelzai was a barbarian upon the battlefield, but his intelligence knew no bounds. Pity on the fools that would fight against him. Pity on their poor souls.
*****
The Lengelzai is dead. All hail the Lengelzai!
Temujan sighed. His noble father had died, and he had been called back from campaign against the Nkondi to meet with the Warlords of the Horde to discuss his ascension to the position of Lengelzai. Instead of marching south against the Gorin and Shalamari, who had taken over the Southern portions of the Nkondi's land upon their defeat against his mighty forces.
Instead, here he was on the plains of Lengel territory with this personal gaurd. He rode in the front of the supply train, along with his favored General, Paci, son of the deceased Host-Lord Vanitas and a female Lengel warrior (rumor was that she bested him in combat, and then had her way with him...) .
Soon enough, Temujan reached the Lengel base camp, called Lengalzi by the few permanent residents, the women unable to fight, the old men, and the young children. From the epicenter of Lengalzi, numerous families roamed the plains with their horses and cattle, coming into Lengalzi to trade various hand crafted wares. Not to mention trade horses (a valuable commodity, since the Lengel horde always needed more horses for its warriors) for useless plunder taken from conquered nations.
For the Lengels had no care for plunder, and only for paying upkeep for their army and funding logistics did they find use for it. And Temujan and his army were master foargers and raiders, so the logistics aspect did not bother them as much. The Lengels only cared for their woman, hunting, war, and conquest.
Nothing else mattered to them, and such luxuries as gold were little use to men that fought for survival upon the plains, practicing their bow and arrow constantly so they may hunt and feed their families. No, anything else than protective wear for war was useless.
Temujan reached the center tent, and entered to see the numerous Warlords somberly eating their food. When Temujan entered, they rose as one, and then bowed. They then presented their weapons (bronze and copper swords, as well as several recursive bows) to his feet, laying their weapons gently upon the ground. This was the ultimate sign of respect, as a Lengel almost never gave up his weapon willingly (in most cases, the Lengel was dead).
Temujan quickly bowed back, accepting their sign of respect graciously by taking his own sword, and thrusting it point down into the earth. The ritual done, the Warlords smiled, and praised the War-god for the new Lengelzai, Temujan.
"I thank you for your confidence. I swear by the War-God that I will conquer until all peoples lie under Koke!"
"Peace, young one. Your conquest of Nkondi make you most suitable for Lengelzai, as your victory over that people was most blessed by the Gods, " began the eldest Warlord, "but we must not be hasty. We must war carefully, as a long war will certaintly hurt us, and there is an alliance to the South that might be strong enough to challenge our power..."
"There is none who can challenge our power, but I will heed your council, wise Warlords. The War-Host be forever strengthened."
"And may your cattle grow fat..."
TerrisH
Mischief?
Lord Iggy, I wish to Inquire about the Creation of a Puppet-State.
Emor Despises Those who would Create War just for the Sake of War.
and Emor Still Considers Davar and the Varous Vertis Nations Freinds, though not ones he would trust to watch his back.
Emor Despises Those who would Create War just for the Sake of War.
and Emor Still Considers Davar and the Varous Vertis Nations Freinds, though not ones he would trust to watch his back.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
OOC: Terris, your finally going to become my puppet-state, you shouldn't have
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