jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
That's not true.andis-1 said:
But Iggy fixed it, so it doesn't matter.
LINESII- Into the Darkness
- Thread starter Lord_Iggy
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But Iggy fixed it, so it doesn't matter.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Disobedience on the general's part. Plus penguin mercenaries to transport them in the blink of an eye.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
OOC: Before I begin, a note on accuracy and points of view. As you know, I've been writing different types of stories, i.e. lectures and holy scriptures and first-person stories. None of these are completely accurate, and in fact most of them are biased. And in my view, the update is simply another source. So although I like Iggy's version of the forming of New Eldism (since I suggested it to him 
), I'm going to contradict it and even myself in these stories. Now, without further ado...
And Eldan wept at the destruction of Eldrar, and wept bitterly at the deaths of so many people. And he cried out to Eldos: My god, my god, why have you forsaken me?
And Eldos answered: No, my child, it is you who have forsaken me.
-2 Revelations, 4:10-12
The high priest stared down at his burning city far below.
Just a decade ago, the destruction of Eldrar, the victory of the demons, was inconcievable. But then the demons had rallied, and in vast numbers, vast seas, they had beat against the defenses of Eldrania. And although the people of Eldrania had fought valiantly, indeed fought to the last man, they had died. Only Eldan, fleeing from the city through a secret tunnel shown to him by the last Eldan, had survived.
Would this have happened if Eldos had spoken to us after his first revelation?
He could see the demons moving far below, looting the treasures of Eldrania. There would be great celebration tonight, he knew.
Could we have prevented this? If we had simply told them that we had heard no more from Eldos, instead of pretending?
And then, shouted: "My god, my god, why have you forsaken me?"
A vast tide of grief washed over him. He sunk to the ground, overwhelmed by the deaths of those who he had known, had spoken to...
Their souls seemed to call out to him. And from their voices, a greater one emerged, vast and eternal.
WE HAVE NEVER FORSAKEN YOU. IT IS YOU WHO HAVE FORSAKEN US.
"Who are you?", he gasped? "What have I done wrong?"
WE ARE ELDOS. WE SPOKE TO YOUR ANCESTORS TELLING THEM WHAT THEY MUST DO, HOW ALL MEN ARE ONE RACE, HOW THIS WORLD IS GRANTED TO MEN.
BUT YOUR ANCESTORS WERE FOOLS. ALL THEY KNEW WAS WAR. UNLIKE YOU, THEY DID NOT SEE THAT WAR CAN ONLY LEAD TO GRIEF. WAR DESTROYS. IT DOES NOT CREATE.
UNTO YOU, AND UNTO THE SUCCESSORS WHO WILL FOLLOW YOU. WE ENTRUST THIS TASK. GATHER ALL THE KNOWLEDGE UNDER THE SUN, FOR ALL UNDER THE SUN IS YOUR DOMAIN, AS ALL ABOVE IT IS OUR DOMAIN. LEARN ALL THE SECRETS OF THIS WORLD. TEACH THESE SECRETS TO ALL MEN. PRESERVE YOUR KNOWLEDGE, SO THAT IT WILL NEVER DIE. ONLY THEN CAN YOU RECIEVE YOUR NEXT TASK.
GO NOW, AND DO AS WE HAVE ORDERED.
"My lord Eldos, it shall be as you command."
OOC: Royal we, or collective we? You decide.
), I'm going to contradict it and even myself in these stories. Now, without further ado...Part I: The High Priest
And Eldan wept at the destruction of Eldrar, and wept bitterly at the deaths of so many people. And he cried out to Eldos: My god, my god, why have you forsaken me?
And Eldos answered: No, my child, it is you who have forsaken me.
-2 Revelations, 4:10-12
The high priest stared down at his burning city far below.
Just a decade ago, the destruction of Eldrar, the victory of the demons, was inconcievable. But then the demons had rallied, and in vast numbers, vast seas, they had beat against the defenses of Eldrania. And although the people of Eldrania had fought valiantly, indeed fought to the last man, they had died. Only Eldan, fleeing from the city through a secret tunnel shown to him by the last Eldan, had survived.
Would this have happened if Eldos had spoken to us after his first revelation?
He could see the demons moving far below, looting the treasures of Eldrania. There would be great celebration tonight, he knew.
Could we have prevented this? If we had simply told them that we had heard no more from Eldos, instead of pretending?
And then, shouted: "My god, my god, why have you forsaken me?"
A vast tide of grief washed over him. He sunk to the ground, overwhelmed by the deaths of those who he had known, had spoken to...
Their souls seemed to call out to him. And from their voices, a greater one emerged, vast and eternal.
WE HAVE NEVER FORSAKEN YOU. IT IS YOU WHO HAVE FORSAKEN US.
"Who are you?", he gasped? "What have I done wrong?"
WE ARE ELDOS. WE SPOKE TO YOUR ANCESTORS TELLING THEM WHAT THEY MUST DO, HOW ALL MEN ARE ONE RACE, HOW THIS WORLD IS GRANTED TO MEN.
BUT YOUR ANCESTORS WERE FOOLS. ALL THEY KNEW WAS WAR. UNLIKE YOU, THEY DID NOT SEE THAT WAR CAN ONLY LEAD TO GRIEF. WAR DESTROYS. IT DOES NOT CREATE.
UNTO YOU, AND UNTO THE SUCCESSORS WHO WILL FOLLOW YOU. WE ENTRUST THIS TASK. GATHER ALL THE KNOWLEDGE UNDER THE SUN, FOR ALL UNDER THE SUN IS YOUR DOMAIN, AS ALL ABOVE IT IS OUR DOMAIN. LEARN ALL THE SECRETS OF THIS WORLD. TEACH THESE SECRETS TO ALL MEN. PRESERVE YOUR KNOWLEDGE, SO THAT IT WILL NEVER DIE. ONLY THEN CAN YOU RECIEVE YOUR NEXT TASK.
GO NOW, AND DO AS WE HAVE ORDERED.
"My lord Eldos, it shall be as you command."
OOC: Royal we, or collective we? You decide.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
JD, I hope that I can borrow your High Priest for a small part of my story arc. Some of it takes place in Eldrar.
From: Veritas
To: Tristaria
Any Hathran that wish to join you are free to settle on the side of the Duality Pass that you control. The remainder will be incorporated into the Hathran Province within Veritas, with its capital at Strategium. They will be free to practice their customs and religion.
EDIT: Iggy, my population hasn't grown for a while. Is this just due to overcrowding, or the fact that I killed everyone in Eldrania?
From: Veritas
To: Tristaria
Any Hathran that wish to join you are free to settle on the side of the Duality Pass that you control. The remainder will be incorporated into the Hathran Province within Veritas, with its capital at Strategium. They will be free to practice their customs and religion.
EDIT: Iggy, my population hasn't grown for a while. Is this just due to overcrowding, or the fact that I killed everyone in Eldrania?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Azash said:The red stuff is MSPainted, nothing else
OMGROFLPWN'D, ANDIS!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Thlayli said:
I think the answer is both...
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Thlayli said:
As long as you play nice.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Iggy, I sent you a PM. I will send orders as soon as I get a reply...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Oh don't worry...I will.
Ancient History:
Veritas before the Diaspora I only wish that we knew more of it. Alas, despite my best efforts, any records from that period have been lost.
-Chief Historian Delian Ceneditus, 803 P.D.
Prologue:
867 Postum Diasporum (Veritasan Calendar)
The clouds parted, to reveal a world that was different than the one before. A large city once stood here, made mostly of wood. Long rows of collapsing thatched houses lined deserted streets. Stone statues lay toppled and broken in the road. Here and there a rust-colored, dark red stain covered the ground, and there was probably a body nearby. And in many places smoldering fires still burned, casting up huge columns of ash that blotted the sky.
The city was built, hundreds of years ago, on a hillside that sloped gently upwards to the foothills of the Keran Mountains. Their peaks disappeared into the gray and misty sky, passing out of sight, and into legend.
A massive wooden wall once surrounded this place, but it was broken in many places. The greatest breach was at the gate, once a massive wall of wood and copper. The twisted, mangled shards of it lay cast to the side, and a massive battering ram had been dropped in the entranceway.
The gate once had an inscription on it, blocky runes of Eldra* carved into the gate that read, Eldos is Supreme. But covering it was a line of flowing, Veritasan script, which read, The Ones justice to demons.
Silence lay over the ruined city like a deep snow.
---
My Lord Strategius, the gate is breached.
Excellent. Send in the Latismen first, and then the Marchers and the vanguard of our Spearmen. Tell our Phoenixes to light their bows, and set the city aflame.
Aye.
My lord Stratikrator! We have scaled the western wall, but Host-Lord Velanian is dead. The men are wavering.
We must lead the reinforcements. Sempronius, rally the men. Into the breach!
Men of Veritas! To the Stratikrator!
TO THE STRATIKRATOR!!
---
Strategius was dying. It was natural, of course. He was over one hundred years old, and still wearing his armor. And yet, the Stratikrator led the charge into the Palace of the High Priest. After killing the final, fanatical slaves, servants and guards that defended the place, Strategius insisted on confronting the High Priest alone.
It was over two hours later when his men dared to search the main chamber. There they found the Stratikrator lying on the ground, with no apparent wound. He whispered only a few words: Finally praise the One, it is over.
He did not die then, and so the men carried him to the camp. Around the red and gold tent, the Army of the Republic sat, prayed and wept. Veritasans, Emorian Marchers with their herbs and long dark beards, once enslaved Kalmarian Latismen, and Davarian spearmen with their strange languages, all gathered in the burnt ruins of the center of Eldrar, which was covered with soldiers like fallen leaves in autumn.
The Keran warriors that had come sat apart, as the aging Chief Goludani wept for his friend. Already the tribal elders had agreed to become one with Veritas, and the Church had some new converts. But that wasnt the point
The golden tent of the Stratikrator sat in the midst of ten thousand soldiers and two were within.
---
You *cough* have been faithful, Sempronius. And you will be Stratikrator after I die, as I promised your father**.
My lord, I do not deserve it. But I will serve Veritas, and your memory, until I die.
Ah I am going, Sempronius. Have them bear my body to Kallamas.
My lord, wait! Please tell me. What happened in the chamber? Did you fight the High Priest?
With trembling hands, the dying soldier pulled a small scroll from his breastplate.
Bury this with me, my good friend. The will of those who would discover the truth will lead them to it.
Strategius, no! I dont understand!
I only wish that I could have read it
---
The Stratikrator died, and for the second time the world was changed. The Army broke, as their purpose and leader had both ended in the same night. They would return to their nations, most of them to loving families. The dead would not return, and would await their families in the afterlife.
The body of the Stratikrator was laid on a silver bier, and carried to Kallamas for the greatest funeral of the century. Historians prepared their twenty-part epic poems, and massive mosaics were commissioned for the Tomb of Strategius. The most lavish burial of history would be given to a man who saved a nation but a man who in himself was no more than a humble soldier. Books in themselves have been written about the tomb, and the funeral.
But that isnt important.
What is important is that the greatest soldier and statesman of ancient Veritas was buried with a small scroll grasped in his hands.
---
Notes:
*Eldra-The language of Eldrania, inscribed in a series of runes.
**Sempronius father-The original Septilion Sempronius, who fought with Strategius at the Fall of the Republic, in 777 P.D.
Ancient History:
Veritas before the Diaspora I only wish that we knew more of it. Alas, despite my best efforts, any records from that period have been lost.
-Chief Historian Delian Ceneditus, 803 P.D.
Prologue:
867 Postum Diasporum (Veritasan Calendar)
The clouds parted, to reveal a world that was different than the one before. A large city once stood here, made mostly of wood. Long rows of collapsing thatched houses lined deserted streets. Stone statues lay toppled and broken in the road. Here and there a rust-colored, dark red stain covered the ground, and there was probably a body nearby. And in many places smoldering fires still burned, casting up huge columns of ash that blotted the sky.
The city was built, hundreds of years ago, on a hillside that sloped gently upwards to the foothills of the Keran Mountains. Their peaks disappeared into the gray and misty sky, passing out of sight, and into legend.
A massive wooden wall once surrounded this place, but it was broken in many places. The greatest breach was at the gate, once a massive wall of wood and copper. The twisted, mangled shards of it lay cast to the side, and a massive battering ram had been dropped in the entranceway.
The gate once had an inscription on it, blocky runes of Eldra* carved into the gate that read, Eldos is Supreme. But covering it was a line of flowing, Veritasan script, which read, The Ones justice to demons.
Silence lay over the ruined city like a deep snow.
---
My Lord Strategius, the gate is breached.
Excellent. Send in the Latismen first, and then the Marchers and the vanguard of our Spearmen. Tell our Phoenixes to light their bows, and set the city aflame.
Aye.
My lord Stratikrator! We have scaled the western wall, but Host-Lord Velanian is dead. The men are wavering.
We must lead the reinforcements. Sempronius, rally the men. Into the breach!
Men of Veritas! To the Stratikrator!
TO THE STRATIKRATOR!!
---
Strategius was dying. It was natural, of course. He was over one hundred years old, and still wearing his armor. And yet, the Stratikrator led the charge into the Palace of the High Priest. After killing the final, fanatical slaves, servants and guards that defended the place, Strategius insisted on confronting the High Priest alone.
It was over two hours later when his men dared to search the main chamber. There they found the Stratikrator lying on the ground, with no apparent wound. He whispered only a few words: Finally praise the One, it is over.
He did not die then, and so the men carried him to the camp. Around the red and gold tent, the Army of the Republic sat, prayed and wept. Veritasans, Emorian Marchers with their herbs and long dark beards, once enslaved Kalmarian Latismen, and Davarian spearmen with their strange languages, all gathered in the burnt ruins of the center of Eldrar, which was covered with soldiers like fallen leaves in autumn.
The Keran warriors that had come sat apart, as the aging Chief Goludani wept for his friend. Already the tribal elders had agreed to become one with Veritas, and the Church had some new converts. But that wasnt the point
The golden tent of the Stratikrator sat in the midst of ten thousand soldiers and two were within.
---
You *cough* have been faithful, Sempronius. And you will be Stratikrator after I die, as I promised your father**.
My lord, I do not deserve it. But I will serve Veritas, and your memory, until I die.
Ah I am going, Sempronius. Have them bear my body to Kallamas.
My lord, wait! Please tell me. What happened in the chamber? Did you fight the High Priest?
With trembling hands, the dying soldier pulled a small scroll from his breastplate.
Bury this with me, my good friend. The will of those who would discover the truth will lead them to it.
Strategius, no! I dont understand!
I only wish that I could have read it
---
The Stratikrator died, and for the second time the world was changed. The Army broke, as their purpose and leader had both ended in the same night. They would return to their nations, most of them to loving families. The dead would not return, and would await their families in the afterlife.
The body of the Stratikrator was laid on a silver bier, and carried to Kallamas for the greatest funeral of the century. Historians prepared their twenty-part epic poems, and massive mosaics were commissioned for the Tomb of Strategius. The most lavish burial of history would be given to a man who saved a nation but a man who in himself was no more than a humble soldier. Books in themselves have been written about the tomb, and the funeral.
But that isnt important.
What is important is that the greatest soldier and statesman of ancient Veritas was buried with a small scroll grasped in his hands.
---
Notes:
*Eldra-The language of Eldrania, inscribed in a series of runes.
**Sempronius father-The original Septilion Sempronius, who fought with Strategius at the Fall of the Republic, in 777 P.D.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Wow@story, Thlayli! Hey, I spelled it right! you know-it-all rabbit, you.
Thanks for fixing stats, Iggy! Now, about that PM...
Thanks for fixing stats, Iggy! Now, about that PM...
FROM KEHEXOU
To Veritas
Know that our people admire your culture. To ensure warm relations, we request a defensive alliance.
To Khemri
Our economy is occupied at the moment. We must take the rest if our homelands from you, or you must give them to us.
To the Gorin Empire
Your empire should expand itself against our enemies the Khemri, if they choose to continue our cold relations.
To Veritas
Know that our people admire your culture. To ensure warm relations, we request a defensive alliance.
To Khemri
Our economy is occupied at the moment. We must take the rest if our homelands from you, or you must give them to us.
To the Gorin Empire
Your empire should expand itself against our enemies the Khemri, if they choose to continue our cold relations.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: Veritas
To: Kehexou
We agree to this alliance. May we live long and prosper!
To: Kehexou
We agree to this alliance. May we live long and prosper!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Look at them. Getting all close and snuggly.
