LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Oruc
Reactionary
Im changing the name to Malkavia its a much better name, Although I must apologise as this isnt a very good story thing (not actually a story) Didnt have much....erm inspiration? imagination? theirs a word im looking for but cant find it.
Malkavia
Malkavia is land divided by hatred and ideology and united only by fear. Much of the hatred comes down to the people’s interpretation of the two gods Bane and Ignatia, to the Mursaat and its allies Bane symbolises order, peace and Justice while to the Brujah and Gangrel he symbolises Slavery and Oppression. Ignatia is treated much the same way one side see her as a God of nature, hunting and freedom while the others see her as Chaos, Death and Bloodlust.
The only particularly fervent clan are the Mursaat the others don’t care a great deal about religious prayer or offerings just what the gods represent to them as how to live your life
Their were other interpretations but those clans are now dead. The Mursaat and Ravnos clans keep a strangle hold on power its Elders trade places after each election as the symbolic leader thanks to Their control of De’Vir.
Clan Brujah
Along with the gangrels the brujah form most of the military thanks to their large size and warlike nature, following the lasombra war they became allies with the gangrels this was strengthen after the sudden destruction of the Azani.
Clan Gangrel
The most populous and widespread clan with many villages, they take great pride in their hunting skills as it is seen as a right of passage to manhood, the least civilised of all the clans shunning the city life.
Clan Mursaat
With the recent demise of Memnon and his Azani the Mursaat has become one of the leaders of Malkavia they are also the most civilised with most of their members dwelling in Drascir and administering the city.
The Mursaat was responsible for the downfall of the Azani along with their allies Ravnos they burnt the Azani villages and fought them in the streets of Drascir. They have a deal with clan Ravnos to elect each other.
Clan De’Vir
The smallest clan having borne the brunt of the Lasombra genocidal war, because many of them were killed it now specialises in nothing and thanks to its young inexperienced leader has become a puppet of the Mursaat.
Clan Ravnos
Unlike the other clans Ravnos members are dark skinned and the womenfolk are treated as equals and sometimes join them in fighting. They have a fierce hatred of the Gangrels and would probably try to drive them out of Malkavia if they weren’t convenient fodder for the armies.
Malkavia
Malkavia is land divided by hatred and ideology and united only by fear. Much of the hatred comes down to the people’s interpretation of the two gods Bane and Ignatia, to the Mursaat and its allies Bane symbolises order, peace and Justice while to the Brujah and Gangrel he symbolises Slavery and Oppression. Ignatia is treated much the same way one side see her as a God of nature, hunting and freedom while the others see her as Chaos, Death and Bloodlust.
The only particularly fervent clan are the Mursaat the others don’t care a great deal about religious prayer or offerings just what the gods represent to them as how to live your life
Their were other interpretations but those clans are now dead. The Mursaat and Ravnos clans keep a strangle hold on power its Elders trade places after each election as the symbolic leader thanks to Their control of De’Vir.
Clan Brujah
Along with the gangrels the brujah form most of the military thanks to their large size and warlike nature, following the lasombra war they became allies with the gangrels this was strengthen after the sudden destruction of the Azani.
Clan Gangrel
The most populous and widespread clan with many villages, they take great pride in their hunting skills as it is seen as a right of passage to manhood, the least civilised of all the clans shunning the city life.
Clan Mursaat
With the recent demise of Memnon and his Azani the Mursaat has become one of the leaders of Malkavia they are also the most civilised with most of their members dwelling in Drascir and administering the city.
The Mursaat was responsible for the downfall of the Azani along with their allies Ravnos they burnt the Azani villages and fought them in the streets of Drascir. They have a deal with clan Ravnos to elect each other.
Clan De’Vir
The smallest clan having borne the brunt of the Lasombra genocidal war, because many of them were killed it now specialises in nothing and thanks to its young inexperienced leader has become a puppet of the Mursaat.
Clan Ravnos
Unlike the other clans Ravnos members are dark skinned and the womenfolk are treated as equals and sometimes join them in fighting. They have a fierce hatred of the Gangrels and would probably try to drive them out of Malkavia if they weren’t convenient fodder for the armies.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
@Thlayli: want to PM me what the scroll says, since presumably it involves the High Priest/Prophet? Please?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I'm still working on it. This is an intense plot line, evolving over centuries...
Or something like that.
But I will, when I'm finished. Expect some massive flashbacks.
Or something like that.
But I will, when I'm finished. Expect some massive flashbacks.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Davar-From the founding, War of the Menace, and in between, to the year of 910 ce.
Davar itself is a diverse country, accepting any religion and people with very little prejudice. The land itself is also diverse, from the flat central lands to the hilly west, and the forested eastern section. While little rainfall occurs in the west, and only average in the central lands, more than half of all the rain that occurs in the lands falls down in the east.
Not much is know about Pre-Kali Dava. What little that has been collected upon it lies mainly from oral stories and a few clay tablets found in the storage room of the old palace. It is believed that the Dava valley, along with other sections along the Lunx river, have been inhabited since the early years of the third century. Early inhabitants often herded sheep and goats, with a few families working crops.
The Family was the main social unit during these times, as the matriarch would often have complete control over the unit. Mothers organized dinners, arranged marriages for their children, and often served as the diplomats between families in case of a dispute arising. Families were often large during this period, with one unit often including parents, children, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins inhabiting a single large house.
But around the years of 810 to 815, a new force developed in city of Dava. The city itself is actually a misleading title, since the governor rules the entire valley that the city lies on. It is around this time that the first Emperor, or Kali in their tongue, united all the various tribes in the valley under his command.
At first the city was divided into many small communities, all ruled by a chief. The Kali, Tanil I, is considered the first political genius of those lands. He first ruled the small community of Gaver, which the imperial palace came to be called, as a birthright secured by his father many years before. Through marrying into the family of another important community, He became the chief leader. It is widely believed that he held the first election in 813, although the are no records to support that. With Gaver and a few other principalities under his command, he managed to convince the other tribes to elect him their leader.
The nation suffered it's first crises in the year of 833. The Eldranian, a people that inhabited the mountain ranges of the west, somehow got word of the developing country and sent a force to crush it. Although outnumbered one to two, the Eldranian manage to kill off a significant portion of the Davian army- a rumored three thousand men.
The war quickly escalated when the Kali, Jiarz I, demanded reinforcements from the lands and proclaimed that peace would never be achieved. Sending word to a nation further down the coast, He proclaimed that "These people are as much a menace as any pest, and as such must be exterminated with the utmost force."
Little did he know that the Republic of Veritas had already begun to make plans to deal with the now-proclaimed "menace". In the following years, they would be led by their highest general in a war against their enemies. And Eldrania, once the mightiest militarist-empire in the world, began to crumble.
From the north they fought the Nkondi, from the west the forces of Tristaria, from the south came the fierce Veritisains and Emorans, and finally from the east the Davians struck. Facing this onslaught of enemies, the entire Eldranian society crumbled. Proclaimed "The Great Crusade" by Veritas, the war took on a new meaning for the Davians: one of revenge for the senseless slaughter of some three thousand men years earlier.
The final blow was struck when the combined forces besieged and burned the Eldranian capital of Eldar to the ground. The greatest crises of the early years was over for Davar, and having received much of the lands on the other sides of the mountains, the people looked forward to rebuilding.
Now in the year of 910 and under their third leader, Kali Odal, the people are beginning to expand and settle down into city life. Their capital, Dava, contains around thirty thousand of the nations sixty-seven thousand people. The other chief city, Boro only contains some odd five thousand.
The port of Dava itself is beginning to take on a new life as valuble resources are discovered in the lands. The port sends out newly discovered metals from the western hills, precious dyes from the eastern woods, and surplus goods from the city itself.
-From Davar, A History and Beginning- Copyright 1998 ce
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OOC: I just did a brief history with some other things put in to spice it up some. Did it like a history book from today.
BTW: I know some things are fictious, but oh well. Put em in to help the story out.
Davar itself is a diverse country, accepting any religion and people with very little prejudice. The land itself is also diverse, from the flat central lands to the hilly west, and the forested eastern section. While little rainfall occurs in the west, and only average in the central lands, more than half of all the rain that occurs in the lands falls down in the east.
Not much is know about Pre-Kali Dava. What little that has been collected upon it lies mainly from oral stories and a few clay tablets found in the storage room of the old palace. It is believed that the Dava valley, along with other sections along the Lunx river, have been inhabited since the early years of the third century. Early inhabitants often herded sheep and goats, with a few families working crops.
The Family was the main social unit during these times, as the matriarch would often have complete control over the unit. Mothers organized dinners, arranged marriages for their children, and often served as the diplomats between families in case of a dispute arising. Families were often large during this period, with one unit often including parents, children, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins inhabiting a single large house.
But around the years of 810 to 815, a new force developed in city of Dava. The city itself is actually a misleading title, since the governor rules the entire valley that the city lies on. It is around this time that the first Emperor, or Kali in their tongue, united all the various tribes in the valley under his command.
At first the city was divided into many small communities, all ruled by a chief. The Kali, Tanil I, is considered the first political genius of those lands. He first ruled the small community of Gaver, which the imperial palace came to be called, as a birthright secured by his father many years before. Through marrying into the family of another important community, He became the chief leader. It is widely believed that he held the first election in 813, although the are no records to support that. With Gaver and a few other principalities under his command, he managed to convince the other tribes to elect him their leader.
The nation suffered it's first crises in the year of 833. The Eldranian, a people that inhabited the mountain ranges of the west, somehow got word of the developing country and sent a force to crush it. Although outnumbered one to two, the Eldranian manage to kill off a significant portion of the Davian army- a rumored three thousand men.
The war quickly escalated when the Kali, Jiarz I, demanded reinforcements from the lands and proclaimed that peace would never be achieved. Sending word to a nation further down the coast, He proclaimed that "These people are as much a menace as any pest, and as such must be exterminated with the utmost force."
Little did he know that the Republic of Veritas had already begun to make plans to deal with the now-proclaimed "menace". In the following years, they would be led by their highest general in a war against their enemies. And Eldrania, once the mightiest militarist-empire in the world, began to crumble.
From the north they fought the Nkondi, from the west the forces of Tristaria, from the south came the fierce Veritisains and Emorans, and finally from the east the Davians struck. Facing this onslaught of enemies, the entire Eldranian society crumbled. Proclaimed "The Great Crusade" by Veritas, the war took on a new meaning for the Davians: one of revenge for the senseless slaughter of some three thousand men years earlier.
The final blow was struck when the combined forces besieged and burned the Eldranian capital of Eldar to the ground. The greatest crises of the early years was over for Davar, and having received much of the lands on the other sides of the mountains, the people looked forward to rebuilding.
Now in the year of 910 and under their third leader, Kali Odal, the people are beginning to expand and settle down into city life. Their capital, Dava, contains around thirty thousand of the nations sixty-seven thousand people. The other chief city, Boro only contains some odd five thousand.
The port of Dava itself is beginning to take on a new life as valuble resources are discovered in the lands. The port sends out newly discovered metals from the western hills, precious dyes from the eastern woods, and surplus goods from the city itself.
-From Davar, A History and Beginning- Copyright 1998 ce
==========================================================
OOC: I just did a brief history with some other things put in to spice it up some. Did it like a history book from today.
BTW: I know some things are fictious, but oh well. Put em in to help the story out
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~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Forgot to ask: I got two extra points for the defeat of Eldrania right? And did you ever answer the question about my uu?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Is my Army ENTIRELY UU's?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Ah! Thanks for reminding me. Story later...?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Iggy, I will not do the other part until you've changed the rules. If you decide not to alter the rules, will you please tell me so I won't wait needlessly for it?
STORY:
Kari Tazri, by the Blessing of the Church, Mother of Shalamari, was reclining in her small marble gazebo by the riverside. She watched dazedly the slow rolling of the Wardash, enjoying the cool breezes penetrating the straw curtains, which also served to block the sunlight. It was her habit to do so in the hours just after noon in summertime, and this year had been particularily sunny - and terribly hot.
A servant in white robes came with a silver plate. Upon it was a glazed clay pot and a crystal goblet. He put it down on the octagonal marble table, poured chilled tea into the goblet, made a small curtsy and left. The Mother sighed and roused from her straw divan and reached for the delightfully cool drink. The tea had a hint of minty herbs and citrus. The fruits had been imported from Khemri, the herbs harvested from the northern reaches of Azania. The very best sort, both of them.
She had a busy month ahead of her. First, she was to approve the plans for the Crystal Palace. Then she would hold countless meetings in the Circle of Ruby to settle the relationship between Church and State once and for all. Then it was the matter of speaking with the various minorities recently migrated to Shalamari. On top of that came the calls from the scholars of the monastic temples who required a center of knowledge...
The Mother sighed again as she tried to recall how her vacation had swept away so fast. She deserved it, but had needed it more - and now it was gone. Tomorrow she would be back in Ruby for the first council. Then she would hop back and forth between Ruby and Shard for two weeks. There would be no time to really rest, and every hour of sleep was a dear luxury. The nights she was allowed - and able - to sleep. The sweltering heat could last long into the night.
Mother Kari Tazri sighed one last time, before deciding to forget her burden of duty, and rest out as much as she could. Tomorrow she would leave with the break of dawn. And her country would rise to greater glory like the brilliant summer sun.
STORY:
Kari Tazri, by the Blessing of the Church, Mother of Shalamari, was reclining in her small marble gazebo by the riverside. She watched dazedly the slow rolling of the Wardash, enjoying the cool breezes penetrating the straw curtains, which also served to block the sunlight. It was her habit to do so in the hours just after noon in summertime, and this year had been particularily sunny - and terribly hot.
A servant in white robes came with a silver plate. Upon it was a glazed clay pot and a crystal goblet. He put it down on the octagonal marble table, poured chilled tea into the goblet, made a small curtsy and left. The Mother sighed and roused from her straw divan and reached for the delightfully cool drink. The tea had a hint of minty herbs and citrus. The fruits had been imported from Khemri, the herbs harvested from the northern reaches of Azania. The very best sort, both of them.
She had a busy month ahead of her. First, she was to approve the plans for the Crystal Palace. Then she would hold countless meetings in the Circle of Ruby to settle the relationship between Church and State once and for all. Then it was the matter of speaking with the various minorities recently migrated to Shalamari. On top of that came the calls from the scholars of the monastic temples who required a center of knowledge...
The Mother sighed again as she tried to recall how her vacation had swept away so fast. She deserved it, but had needed it more - and now it was gone. Tomorrow she would be back in Ruby for the first council. Then she would hop back and forth between Ruby and Shard for two weeks. There would be no time to really rest, and every hour of sleep was a dear luxury. The nights she was allowed - and able - to sleep. The sweltering heat could last long into the night.
Mother Kari Tazri sighed one last time, before deciding to forget her burden of duty, and rest out as much as she could. Tomorrow she would leave with the break of dawn. And her country would rise to greater glory like the brilliant summer sun.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: Veritas
To: Tristaria
Of course, you may keep the city in the Duality Pass that you currently control, Highpass. As we said earlier, the Hathran are free to settle without oppression in whatever land they choose.
To: Tristaria
Of course, you may keep the city in the Duality Pass that you currently control, Highpass. As we said earlier, the Hathran are free to settle without oppression in whatever land they choose.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders sent. Story coming shortly...
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Part II: The Prophet
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
-T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (Lines 71-3)
Eldan was dead. The man who had once been the High Priest of a genocidal race had been completely filled by the will of Eldos. The light of the revelation burned in his eyes. He had no time for foolish human emotions like jealousy and love. There was only the revelation...and the Prophet.
For years, he wandered the world. Through Kalmar and Veritas, Nkondi and Tristaria he wandered, and wherever he went he spread the word of Eldos, and preached kindness and love, and the horrors of war. Although his words were soon forgotten, his great deeds of kindness were not. For years afterwards, the villagers in the simple hamlets he passed through spoke reverently of the old man who, though poor, had willingly aided others.
And at last, he came to Khmeri and Nurmafer, and to the battleline between them. There had been two great wars in the Prophet's time. One had ended with the extinction of a genocidal race. The second continued.
Once again, the sense of being something larger than himself flooded the Prophet. Although he was old and feeble, when he spoke his voice echoed, spread over the plains to the armies on either side.
"War is not the answer. War is an abomination. War is forbidden by Eldos."
The armies jeered at him. "Nikkal-Rae is the only god!" shouted one side. "Otornos is the only god!" shouted the other.
But the voices inside the Prophet would not be silenced.
"Fear the wrath of Eldos!" he cried, and this time there was a surge of power. And the sun itself was blotted out. And the armies trembled.
"Fear the wrath of Eldos!" he cried again. "Join me, and abandon war!"
And as the sun appeared again, the prophet disappeared at the head of an army--an army not of war, but of peace.
