jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders shall be done tomorrow night. I just need to come up with a master plan of DOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
Gerber hasnt been doing to well, cans got 2 games with tons of points.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
What's with the plans of DOOM!!!, JD? you seem to have a thing with doom and... doom...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I think I'll write a 16-part epic poem, transcribed into Pig Latin, then translated into normal Latin, then retranslated back into English.
That, or I'll send really good orders.
That, or I'll send really good orders.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Oh, sleep deprivation does interesting things...Silver Steak said:
I'm better now...
...really!
)
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I will agree if you adopt Crystalism as state religion. 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I am so there, like...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
OOC: And I'll write it in dactylic hexameter!
Or...I could do this instead. I wrote this in my school's Music Tech. lab, so I don't need to search for the perfect story-writing music anymore...I can just write it!
Part Two:
The Keran were barbaric peoples, living at the end of the World's Roof, as the mountain range that stretched south to Veritas' borders was called. Even though the Tribes of the Keran were barbarians, they were important. Decades ago they had stopped raiding Kalmarian farms, and many of the Keranians were enamored of the Light of the World. That was Veritas, of course.
But they lived on the borders of the demon-realm, the living incarnate of Chaos, Eldrania. Their ancestors once lived in the demon-realm, but the growing hordes of the Eldranii steadily pushed them back. But they had knowledge of that realm, and it's people, their tactics, and customs. They had no love for them...and the Keran were afraid. Their death was coming swiftly, if nothing was done.
Even so, they were barbarians, and had to be converted. They were not of the same ethnicity as Veritasans, being closer in dress and height to the Gargari, a dead people of the north. Strategius invited their leader, a tribal chieftain now known only as Goludani, to Veritas. Nothing like this had ever been done before, and parts of their conversation were recorded for posterity...
Strategius stood in the garden behind the Hall of Elders. The olive trees obscured the marble hall on the hill above, and sweet perfumes wafted over the plants. Some real flower-scents, others made by women in the service of the Autoregium. The garden sloped down towards a white-sand bay, enclosed by the great sea-wall that stretched around the island. But there was a small postern gate in the sea-wall here, the most secret of gates. A small boat could be manned by two people, and slipped out, or in. Even so, the gate was designed to collapse in case of discovery by an enemy.
But it was very, very secret. Goludani came through this way, escorted by one of his tribesmen, and a Veritasan bodyguard. The people would get quite agitated if a heretic was known to set foot in the Holy City, and Strategius made sure that the garden was unoccupied. He strode towards the beach, red cloak billowing behind him. Goludani threw off a cape that looked like it was made from pine-marten skins. The Autorex turned and bowed in the traditional, straight-backed Veritasan style, and the chieftain executed a complicated twisting greeting ritual. Then they shook hands.
"Autorex, I pay homage to you," Goludani said in halting Valin, the language of Veritas and the Southern Lands.
"Chief Goludani, I welcome you to Veritas. We are to meet as equals, there will be no slave among us."
"Ah, yes! No slave! No slave anymore, in Veritas."
"Indeed. We have matters to discuss."
Ten minutes later, they sat in a large chamber within the Hall of Elders. Marble, soapstone, and lapis lazuli adorned the walls. It was the private audience room of the Autorex.
"Before we begin. I offer you panalis, the food of greeting among our people. Guest present to host, always."
"I'm honored. Er...what exactly is panalis?"
"Simply the milk of a goat, fermented in an auroch's stomach for forty days, and eaten on flat bread."
Strategius grimaced inwardly, but it would be a huge insult to refuse the custom. So Goludani poured out the panalis, (apparently still in the calf's stomach, to the Autorex's dismay) and ate. Surprisingly it wasn't bad...it actually had a crumbly texture, and it could become popular in Veritas. Easy to make, too...it could help with the famine.
"This is delicious, Goludani, I had no idea the peoples of the Keran made such...interesting food." The chieftain bowed. "Now that we've followed your custom, let's try mine. I am the host, so I challenge you to a game."
"Ah, the Keran love games. What kind?"
"Something that has become very popular here in Veritas. It is played on a wooden board covered in squares. You see, there are two armies, the black and the white. Each man is a Host Lord, and controls him, and the other pieces. The object of the game is to kill the enemy Host-Lord. This one is the Host Lord, here is his Consort, and Spearmen, Archers, Skirmishers, Septilions..."
Strategius explained the rules of the game to Goludani, and they began to play. While the Autorex was a master of the game, being a general himself, Goludani had cunning. Of course, he let the chieftain win.
"A fine game, Autorex. My people will enjoy this. What is your name for it?"
"Well, the people have apparently decided to name it after me. Strategy, they call it. Now we have learned each other's fighting styles, and we better understand our ways of battle than a fortnight's talk could ever do."
Now the chieftain saw the real purpose behind the game, and his eyes widened. Then he broke into bellowing laughter.
"AHAHAHA!!! Strategius, you are a wise one. I now feel comfortable joining you in war."
"Come, let us go to the tower. There we can plan our order of battle."
"Our Strategy...even."
Then it was the Autorex's turn to smile.
Note: Panalis is similar to feta cheese, in some ways. And Strategy has some parallels with chess, but Strategy is played on a larger board, with more complicated tactics used, and weighted dice rolls thrown to determine the outcome of a battle.
Or...I could do this instead. I wrote this in my school's Music Tech. lab, so I don't need to search for the perfect story-writing music anymore...I can just write it!
Part Two:
The Keran were barbaric peoples, living at the end of the World's Roof, as the mountain range that stretched south to Veritas' borders was called. Even though the Tribes of the Keran were barbarians, they were important. Decades ago they had stopped raiding Kalmarian farms, and many of the Keranians were enamored of the Light of the World. That was Veritas, of course.
But they lived on the borders of the demon-realm, the living incarnate of Chaos, Eldrania. Their ancestors once lived in the demon-realm, but the growing hordes of the Eldranii steadily pushed them back. But they had knowledge of that realm, and it's people, their tactics, and customs. They had no love for them...and the Keran were afraid. Their death was coming swiftly, if nothing was done.
Even so, they were barbarians, and had to be converted. They were not of the same ethnicity as Veritasans, being closer in dress and height to the Gargari, a dead people of the north. Strategius invited their leader, a tribal chieftain now known only as Goludani, to Veritas. Nothing like this had ever been done before, and parts of their conversation were recorded for posterity...
Strategius stood in the garden behind the Hall of Elders. The olive trees obscured the marble hall on the hill above, and sweet perfumes wafted over the plants. Some real flower-scents, others made by women in the service of the Autoregium. The garden sloped down towards a white-sand bay, enclosed by the great sea-wall that stretched around the island. But there was a small postern gate in the sea-wall here, the most secret of gates. A small boat could be manned by two people, and slipped out, or in. Even so, the gate was designed to collapse in case of discovery by an enemy.
But it was very, very secret. Goludani came through this way, escorted by one of his tribesmen, and a Veritasan bodyguard. The people would get quite agitated if a heretic was known to set foot in the Holy City, and Strategius made sure that the garden was unoccupied. He strode towards the beach, red cloak billowing behind him. Goludani threw off a cape that looked like it was made from pine-marten skins. The Autorex turned and bowed in the traditional, straight-backed Veritasan style, and the chieftain executed a complicated twisting greeting ritual. Then they shook hands.
"Autorex, I pay homage to you," Goludani said in halting Valin, the language of Veritas and the Southern Lands.
"Chief Goludani, I welcome you to Veritas. We are to meet as equals, there will be no slave among us."
"Ah, yes! No slave! No slave anymore, in Veritas."
"Indeed. We have matters to discuss."
Ten minutes later, they sat in a large chamber within the Hall of Elders. Marble, soapstone, and lapis lazuli adorned the walls. It was the private audience room of the Autorex.
"Before we begin. I offer you panalis, the food of greeting among our people. Guest present to host, always."
"I'm honored. Er...what exactly is panalis?"
"Simply the milk of a goat, fermented in an auroch's stomach for forty days, and eaten on flat bread."
Strategius grimaced inwardly, but it would be a huge insult to refuse the custom. So Goludani poured out the panalis, (apparently still in the calf's stomach, to the Autorex's dismay) and ate. Surprisingly it wasn't bad...it actually had a crumbly texture, and it could become popular in Veritas. Easy to make, too...it could help with the famine.
"This is delicious, Goludani, I had no idea the peoples of the Keran made such...interesting food." The chieftain bowed. "Now that we've followed your custom, let's try mine. I am the host, so I challenge you to a game."
"Ah, the Keran love games. What kind?"
"Something that has become very popular here in Veritas. It is played on a wooden board covered in squares. You see, there are two armies, the black and the white. Each man is a Host Lord, and controls him, and the other pieces. The object of the game is to kill the enemy Host-Lord. This one is the Host Lord, here is his Consort, and Spearmen, Archers, Skirmishers, Septilions..."
Strategius explained the rules of the game to Goludani, and they began to play. While the Autorex was a master of the game, being a general himself, Goludani had cunning. Of course, he let the chieftain win.
"A fine game, Autorex. My people will enjoy this. What is your name for it?"
"Well, the people have apparently decided to name it after me. Strategy, they call it. Now we have learned each other's fighting styles, and we better understand our ways of battle than a fortnight's talk could ever do."
Now the chieftain saw the real purpose behind the game, and his eyes widened. Then he broke into bellowing laughter.
"AHAHAHA!!! Strategius, you are a wise one. I now feel comfortable joining you in war."
"Come, let us go to the tower. There we can plan our order of battle."
"Our Strategy...even."
Then it was the Autorex's turn to smile.
Note: Panalis is similar to feta cheese, in some ways. And Strategy has some parallels with chess, but Strategy is played on a larger board, with more complicated tactics used, and weighted dice rolls thrown to determine the outcome of a battle.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Yeah, I also want to know what Gerber's doing.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Great. The Light of the World has invented Warhammer. 
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders sent. Insert pity/arrogant comment here.
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