Kentharu
Zebra Commander
lol nice throw in of colbert wubba, you get a tip of the ha" for that and if Iggy if you don't do as wubba commands you shall gain a wag of the finger
LINESII- Into the Darkness
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~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Yes. That would very helpful ;].
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Gah. I need ideas for stories... Can someone help me? Actually, I should be in bed. Work, work, work...
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Silver Steak said:
You can always write a story about some Gorin metalworker desiring more wealth to come to Shalamari and offer the secret of iron
Darkening, tell me where you're joining!
If not, tell me whether you're going to be near or close to me?Iggy ah... is it logical for say me to write a story about a merchant who traveled all the way to say Verta via Khemri then went back down to New Veritas and back to Guangfei?
Cuivienen
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The Island Pinnacles
The spires of eld
Crumble down.
Yet now rebuilt
Greater, and anew.
And when he has brought forth and reared this perfection, he shall be called the friend of Gods.
And so it was that the ancient holy structures of Oundainty were crumbling. The tiny temples of the Six, one on each of the lesser Kehex islands, had stood for nearly one thousand years, yet they hardly stood any longer. And so it was that something must be done.
The proposal laid out by Sieraxas II Mayanas had been only briefly considered. The funds for such a revival project simply did not exist in his day, or in the days of kings before him. The Kehex treasury had hardly recovered from the Civil War. Yet nonetheless Sieraxas had often spoken of his desire to do something about the fading temples of Oundainty—their falling rates of pilgrimage, the dwindling of the priestly orders, even the collapse of roof of the temple to Lama.[1] The courtiers had hardly listened, rarely taking heed of the elderly king’s newfound piety, but Larias herself had felt some sadness at the story of the collapse of the temple to Lama, and, as much as ten-year-old could feel the desire to do something about it, she resolved to rebuild the temple, one day.
Then, many years later, she stumbled upon the old plans of King Sieraxas, tucked away in his apartments, obviously abandoned but not forgotten. In beautiful and intricate detail the plans spoke of rebuilt temples, but also of the great cost, and many of the pages simply listed expenses to the crown if such an undertaking were made. Yet it was the drawings the interested Larias most. The king himself had been something of an artist in his latter days, drawing sketches of flowers and ships and tall towers and of Larias herself. And there, on the pages of these dusty plans, were the most beautiful of his drawings she had ever seen. In one, clearly of the island town of Alaxau, a large temple rose in the hills behind the town, and, above the temple, a delicate needle of stone rose from the hills, rising higher than the peak of the island and soaring far above Alaxau. This temple was Lama, she knew, the ruined temple, yet he had seen it rebuilt in his mind and drawn it on paper. And the obelisk… it somehow struck her as appropriate, a simple yet elegant showing of faith. The people would see the symbol of the obelisk and would be awed.
She slipped the old plans out of the room to pour over at a later date, and perhaps to discuss with her advisors.
[1] “Inner Spirit”, a difficult concept to express in English. The intricacies of Oundainty will be covered in the next story.
That was the kind of bonus I was planning. A good start with your new nation.
That's reasonable. It would be a cool story too.
And...
Stats. The time to face off against them has come.
YAAAAAHHH!!!!!!
*CyberPenguin fires several shots from flipper lazer, but the stats are still not finished. Gets frustrated.*
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
From the Gorinese Empire
To Croyodon
The borders you present are acceptable to the Lord Kaiser
To Croyodon
The borders you present are acceptable to the Lord Kaiser
The year was 1248, as far as the scholars who served the Empire could tell. Not that the old Lengelzai cared much. Dates and old musty books were all but useless to one such as himself. A pittance is what those dates were, mere records of events that had already passed. But such history was useful, to a degree. The Lengelzai was not a stupid man, to any degree, and knew how to use the history of forgotten times to do what he wished.
A crunch sounded as the Lengelzai's fur boots walked over the broken and brunt gate, into the defeated fortress of the last Moneil. His army was counting the dead, and stripping them of any thing useful. Yet, what was history but the written recording of a memory? Of an event? Such events would lose their meaning, their importance recorded in the dusty tomes of lesser men than those that preformed the deed.
Truly, the history of the world was important, but to a Lengel, history was nothing more than by gone days already passed. Lessons could be learned from it, but the best teacher was experience. He learned that quickly enough in his first attacks against an actual army. The Davarians put up an impressive defense, but such defense was adapted to quickly, and the unstoppable Lengel horde continued its path.
Why, the Lengelzai remembered his fathers battle speech before the final assault upon Dava. His words echoed still within his breast, beating in time with his heart. The old Lengelzai shivered, the memory of his fathers words making him wish for battle, even after it had already passed. History was but a shadow of experience and memory. Stories of memory would be passed down from father to son, son to grandson. That was true history. Diluted perhaps over time, but better than dull words written in musty tombs. He heard his fathers words still.
Be glad my brothers, for today we fight! Today we march into the final strong-hold of Davarians, worthy enemies that they are! They may kill you, pierce your mortal shell with arrows, or even let your guts splash against the heavy air! The Ends of our mortal bodies may be here in this battle, but fear not, for the very memory of us will stir them to fear for an eternity! To battle!
He was right, in the end. Lengels lost their lives that day, but even some four decades after the initial one year invasion, the Davarians still were moved to fear by the merest Lengel precense They served him now, of course, but whether it was out of fear or necessity he did not know. They served him in his armies, and in their farmers fields. They served him in the cities, and in trade. They served him even when they did not mean to serve him. Through taxes and otherwise, the conquered people served the Lengelzai.
His father had ruled as Lengelzai until the year 1231, and in truth, it was a good rule. The Conquest of the Davarians, and parts of Tristaria. The integration of many Nkondians into the Lengel Horde, although many did flee into the south. Those that stayed were treated as well as any other citizen in the Empire, even if they were simple farmers. Orphans of the war were collected and trained into the Lengel army, and his father rebuilt Nkondi, only to reforge it, greater than it was before.
Its cities were still not as great as those to its south, but there was a certain pride in Nkondi now. They were no longer weak, semi-barbarians in the eyes of its neighbors. They were mighty, invincible Lengels. Accepted brothers and sisters in a union of the War-Host, under the direction of a wise Lengelzai. The former residents of Maugot were similarly accepted, and even their Antigotica religion, the worship of Aneyans was integrated into the Lengel.
The Lengel religion of Lengri was changed by this cultural absorption that occurred during his father, Temujans rule. Antigotica was integrated into the Lengel state religion, as Temujan had married a Aneyan girl, and sired Aneyan-Lengel off-spring. Himself, his brother, and his sisters were now worshiped not only by the barbarian Maugots, but also by Lengels themselves. The Lengelzai position was once one where the Warlords of the Horde picked the greatest among them, but now it had turned into a hereditary position. Not that he minded.
Nkondi's religion of Crystalism was ignored (although must die hard Nkondian crystalists fled Nkondi, leaving behind Lengel supporters more receptive to changing their religion to Tengri, their loyalty to the Lengelzai based on his son's marriage to a Nkondian-Lengel general), but upon the invasion of Davar, his father read (he was illiterate, so actually some one read it for him) the texts on this religion of the One. And was intrigued at the similarities of the religions. That was the true reason his father Temujan spared the Church of St. Pire.
Nothing had come of this similarity yet, but the Lengelzai already knew that his people would eventually absorb the useful parts of this countries culture into its own. He was jolted out of his thoughts when an argument broke out amongst some Lengel soldiers over a golden trinket.
"Give it to me!"
"Well, I found it!"
"But I want it!"
Looking over at them, the Lengelzai noticed that they were both grasping a small golden star, an Avien he assumed. Apparently they were trying to take it from the corpse of a dead Davarian soldier. Looking at the dead man's face, the Lengelzai noticed a startling fact. The man had a look of true peace on his face. He had probably died holding his religion's token.
The old Lengelzai approached the fighting pair. Immediately, the two stopped.
Holding out his hand, the Lengel soldiers placed the token in his open hand. Ignoring them completely, the Lengelzai knelt down to place the token back into the dead man's hand, closing the limp hand around the small golden star.
"Koke [1] demands respect. It watches us at all times, and in many forms, with many names. We ride through steppe and forest, respecting nature around us on the decree of our creator. Koke has, and will have many names. Never forget that."
With that the old Lengelzai walked away, towards the inner fortress. The two soldiers looked at the dead man, and remembered his face. It was the face of their Lengel brothers in death, when they rejoined Koke above before once again taking mortal shells. It was the face of one who had seen the Eternal heaven. Koke did indeed have many names, and was known to all peoples. And this man knew Koke too.
The Lengelzai walked the walls of the ruined fortress, finally coming to a man pierced by many arrows. The man's hair was matted with blood and sweat, his clothes dirty and ripped. Yet the man was recognizable. The Moneil of this fortress. This man too had that same contented smile upon his face. A memory stirred him as he stared upon this man. A memory of shouts and screams of battle, and falling rocks in the open gate. The Lengelzai shivered, a smile upon his face. Already he wished to fight once more, even as old as he was. His blood was stirred by the mere memory of this man's heroic last defense of an already defeated cause.
"So, you understood then, at the end? My fathers words echoed within you as they echoed within me? I see you understand the truth of history, the truth of memory. Your memory will echo in eternity, and my people will forever remember the defenders who fought us so valiantly in the mountains. "
The man never answered, and the Lengelzai stayed deep into wide open eyes of already dead man. Suddenly, the Lengelzai chuckled. He closed the eyes slowly, and spoke once more.
"You were a worthy opponent."
With that, the Lengelzai turned away. It was all that needed to be said. That would ever need to be said.
A crunch sounded as the Lengelzai's fur boots walked over the broken and brunt gate, into the defeated fortress of the last Moneil. His army was counting the dead, and stripping them of any thing useful. Yet, what was history but the written recording of a memory? Of an event? Such events would lose their meaning, their importance recorded in the dusty tomes of lesser men than those that preformed the deed.
Truly, the history of the world was important, but to a Lengel, history was nothing more than by gone days already passed. Lessons could be learned from it, but the best teacher was experience. He learned that quickly enough in his first attacks against an actual army. The Davarians put up an impressive defense, but such defense was adapted to quickly, and the unstoppable Lengel horde continued its path.
Why, the Lengelzai remembered his fathers battle speech before the final assault upon Dava. His words echoed still within his breast, beating in time with his heart. The old Lengelzai shivered, the memory of his fathers words making him wish for battle, even after it had already passed. History was but a shadow of experience and memory. Stories of memory would be passed down from father to son, son to grandson. That was true history. Diluted perhaps over time, but better than dull words written in musty tombs. He heard his fathers words still.
Be glad my brothers, for today we fight! Today we march into the final strong-hold of Davarians, worthy enemies that they are! They may kill you, pierce your mortal shell with arrows, or even let your guts splash against the heavy air! The Ends of our mortal bodies may be here in this battle, but fear not, for the very memory of us will stir them to fear for an eternity! To battle!
He was right, in the end. Lengels lost their lives that day, but even some four decades after the initial one year invasion, the Davarians still were moved to fear by the merest Lengel precense They served him now, of course, but whether it was out of fear or necessity he did not know. They served him in his armies, and in their farmers fields. They served him in the cities, and in trade. They served him even when they did not mean to serve him. Through taxes and otherwise, the conquered people served the Lengelzai.
His father had ruled as Lengelzai until the year 1231, and in truth, it was a good rule. The Conquest of the Davarians, and parts of Tristaria. The integration of many Nkondians into the Lengel Horde, although many did flee into the south. Those that stayed were treated as well as any other citizen in the Empire, even if they were simple farmers. Orphans of the war were collected and trained into the Lengel army, and his father rebuilt Nkondi, only to reforge it, greater than it was before.
Its cities were still not as great as those to its south, but there was a certain pride in Nkondi now. They were no longer weak, semi-barbarians in the eyes of its neighbors. They were mighty, invincible Lengels. Accepted brothers and sisters in a union of the War-Host, under the direction of a wise Lengelzai. The former residents of Maugot were similarly accepted, and even their Antigotica religion, the worship of Aneyans was integrated into the Lengel.
The Lengel religion of Lengri was changed by this cultural absorption that occurred during his father, Temujans rule. Antigotica was integrated into the Lengel state religion, as Temujan had married a Aneyan girl, and sired Aneyan-Lengel off-spring. Himself, his brother, and his sisters were now worshiped not only by the barbarian Maugots, but also by Lengels themselves. The Lengelzai position was once one where the Warlords of the Horde picked the greatest among them, but now it had turned into a hereditary position. Not that he minded.
Nkondi's religion of Crystalism was ignored (although must die hard Nkondian crystalists fled Nkondi, leaving behind Lengel supporters more receptive to changing their religion to Tengri, their loyalty to the Lengelzai based on his son's marriage to a Nkondian-Lengel general), but upon the invasion of Davar, his father read (he was illiterate, so actually some one read it for him) the texts on this religion of the One. And was intrigued at the similarities of the religions. That was the true reason his father Temujan spared the Church of St. Pire.
Nothing had come of this similarity yet, but the Lengelzai already knew that his people would eventually absorb the useful parts of this countries culture into its own. He was jolted out of his thoughts when an argument broke out amongst some Lengel soldiers over a golden trinket.
"Give it to me!"
"Well, I found it!"
"But I want it!"
Looking over at them, the Lengelzai noticed that they were both grasping a small golden star, an Avien he assumed. Apparently they were trying to take it from the corpse of a dead Davarian soldier. Looking at the dead man's face, the Lengelzai noticed a startling fact. The man had a look of true peace on his face. He had probably died holding his religion's token.
The old Lengelzai approached the fighting pair. Immediately, the two stopped.
Holding out his hand, the Lengel soldiers placed the token in his open hand. Ignoring them completely, the Lengelzai knelt down to place the token back into the dead man's hand, closing the limp hand around the small golden star.
"Koke [1] demands respect. It watches us at all times, and in many forms, with many names. We ride through steppe and forest, respecting nature around us on the decree of our creator. Koke has, and will have many names. Never forget that."
With that the old Lengelzai walked away, towards the inner fortress. The two soldiers looked at the dead man, and remembered his face. It was the face of their Lengel brothers in death, when they rejoined Koke above before once again taking mortal shells. It was the face of one who had seen the Eternal heaven. Koke did indeed have many names, and was known to all peoples. And this man knew Koke too.
The Lengelzai walked the walls of the ruined fortress, finally coming to a man pierced by many arrows. The man's hair was matted with blood and sweat, his clothes dirty and ripped. Yet the man was recognizable. The Moneil of this fortress. This man too had that same contented smile upon his face. A memory stirred him as he stared upon this man. A memory of shouts and screams of battle, and falling rocks in the open gate. The Lengelzai shivered, a smile upon his face. Already he wished to fight once more, even as old as he was. His blood was stirred by the mere memory of this man's heroic last defense of an already defeated cause.
"So, you understood then, at the end? My fathers words echoed within you as they echoed within me? I see you understand the truth of history, the truth of memory. Your memory will echo in eternity, and my people will forever remember the defenders who fought us so valiantly in the mountains. "
The man never answered, and the Lengelzai stayed deep into wide open eyes of already dead man. Suddenly, the Lengelzai chuckled. He closed the eyes slowly, and spoke once more.
"You were a worthy opponent."
With that, the Lengelzai turned away. It was all that needed to be said. That would ever need to be said.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
It all depends on the info Iggy gives me ;]. Great story Contempt. Good luck also. Looking forward to the fight between CRA and Lengels ;].
EDIT: Gah. I just saw Lengel's stats. To say a little, I greatly underestimated the statement "Over 10 thousand".
Wubba360
Emperor
A young man by the name of Byomatsu was a keen musician. Inventing the violin and cello in his country he had conducted some of the most stirring performance of Sanctus Tutela, Diliculo, Venustas, and many other places. His name was known everywhere, he was a known throughout the lands.
He was known as much as Fasra and Feanor. He was given the medal of honor by the king for his composition of a grand poem which the king had decreed as the national anthem.
Myocaca My Home
Bladum!
My heart burns for thee.
I stand upon the edge,
I give my heart to thee.
From our burning begginings,
to the grand march.
We will always stand united.
No matter what
We shall fight for thee and stand by her.
Her flag and beauty are for me.
I shall fight to the end and
when the light turns away
I turn to the light
that guides the way.
OOC: Don't blame me for corniness
He was known as much as Fasra and Feanor. He was given the medal of honor by the king for his composition of a grand poem which the king had decreed as the national anthem.
Myocaca My Home
Bladum!
My heart burns for thee.
I stand upon the edge,
I give my heart to thee.
From our burning begginings,
to the grand march.
We will always stand united.
No matter what
We shall fight for thee and stand by her.
Her flag and beauty are for me.
I shall fight to the end and
when the light turns away
I turn to the light
that guides the way.
OOC: Don't blame me for corniness
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: The city of Hon Chei isn't listed iggy 
And what does it mean in the update when it says that the Benevolent Monks now had a large following in New Veritas? Doesn't that mean like it shows up on the stats?
FYI, do we hear any rumors about places to the south or north?
Please and thank you.
And what does it mean in the update when it says that the Benevolent Monks now had a large following in New Veritas? Doesn't that mean like it shows up on the stats? FYI, do we hear any rumors about places to the south or north?
Please and thank you.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Why do neither Gammorea nor Orum have any New Eldists?
Wubba360
Emperor
iggy why did the oneists in my country drop in pop when i did not persecute them
Swissempire
Poet Jester
@ Wubba, there are converting to the Superiority that is Bladeism.
@Iggy: Yay, good update, good stats. Only 2 things, and they are minor. It should be the Swade Hegemony, and should i just calculate the tribute in my head or will you add it as a 3rd slash?
@Iggy: Yay, good update, good stats. Only 2 things, and they are minor. It should be the Swade Hegemony, and should i just calculate the tribute in my head or will you add it as a 3rd slash?
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Well why not?Lord_Iggy said:
Also, can you add a link to the city map on the front page for future reference?
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