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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Kal, be happy with what you have, most of Tekrehexou. We're going to annex the part that we have.
In return, we'll help you rebuild Khadon.
EDIT: Of course, you would have gotten all of this anyway if you had just agreed last turn.
In return, we'll help you rebuild Khadon.
EDIT: Of course, you would have gotten all of this anyway if you had just agreed last turn.
Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
Shalamari is Dark Brown!? I confused them with gorin! 
![[pissed]](/images/smilies/pissed.gif "Pissed [pissed]")
From: Gerber
To: tristania
Peace at current borders, except give us our city you stole.
From: Gerber
To: tristania
Peace at current borders, except give us our city you stole.
Prince Alexander was back from Tehx. He was learning to give speeches. His accompanying Priests were guiding him to villages where he gave glowing reports of the war with Vertis. He had yet to learn Subtley, he was passionate, and still beleived that he should die for a noble cause. Rather than live for one.
He had just given a speech in the Village of Kin Tor, he was know in his room in the finest inn in the Village. This was not that good. But his Guide, a man named Khed assured him that the amount of vermin in the inn was usual for such a small village. His Priests, Thomas and Elderad, had looked disaprovingly as he had stated "If its good enough for the merchants, its good enough for me,". A life with the army had shaped him in significant ways. Foremost his Extended family had consisted of Soldiers, Officers but soldiers none the less. They taught him what he needed to know. That is the Blade, Dice and Cards, and numerous other small tid bits of information. The lifestyle was still however rough. His Priests were more scholarly. They taught him math, Philosophy, Theology and History. As well as State skills. Sometimes his father would have him attend to his "court". Where he would imperiously state "Watch and learn".
Currently Prince Alexander was preparing his next speech with Priest Thomas. Priest Thomas was an odd one, they said he was a foreigner, it explained his odd name, however he had raised prince Alexander from birth, his loyalty was as questionable as his dedication.
Prince Alexandria Tilted his head, there was faint sounds from downstairs.
"Ho Keter, Relad of Khadon sends his greetings,"
"No need for formality Khalid,"
"Oh? I heard the Prince was here, thought it was a bit odd, a Prince staying in an Inn,"
"Oh thats what this is about? This Prince is "different" apparently, the Priests he's with are just the same though,"
"I was sent to invite him to Khadon, we heard he was traveling through the area,"
"Upstairs Khalid, the Door with the Burly Royal Guardsmen,"
Several days later Prince Alexander found himself entering "Khadon". What lay before him was a small trading village. It appeared that Vertis could take Khadon off the map, but the yearly Grain harvests could not.
Quick changes were made to the Speech. Elderad and Thomas would be most displeased. He Grinned.
"We stand Before you Triumphant upon the Battlefield, Vertis flees before us and their allies have been countered via clever use of Diplomacy. Make no mistake this is not the end but the beginning. King Rhama promised us that Khemri would be made whole, we have begun the first steps of this healing process. But I tell you now, that that is not the end of the matter. Khadon must be rebuilt, you my friends have begun this initial step. And I Pledge upon oath to Nikkal-Rae that this will be done,"
A rather awe-struck crowd stood before him. He stepped down and turned round, he could feel the daggers on his back. Thomas in particular was glaring at him.
Later on their way to the next village. Thomas had composed himself. Elderad however was the one that gave him his lessons for the day. He Ended with the news that he was handing him a project.
"A project?" Prince Alexander was a bit suprised
"Yes, I have decided that you must learn something of City Planning, you shall design a new City. Lets call it Khadon for motavation shall we?"
He ended the day rather engrossed in his project. Elderad smiled whistfully, it was unlikly that it would be incorperated into any plans for Khadon. Whenever the city was rebuilt however it would incorperate modern defences and planning, a city to be proud of.
He had just given a speech in the Village of Kin Tor, he was know in his room in the finest inn in the Village. This was not that good. But his Guide, a man named Khed assured him that the amount of vermin in the inn was usual for such a small village. His Priests, Thomas and Elderad, had looked disaprovingly as he had stated "If its good enough for the merchants, its good enough for me,". A life with the army had shaped him in significant ways. Foremost his Extended family had consisted of Soldiers, Officers but soldiers none the less. They taught him what he needed to know. That is the Blade, Dice and Cards, and numerous other small tid bits of information. The lifestyle was still however rough. His Priests were more scholarly. They taught him math, Philosophy, Theology and History. As well as State skills. Sometimes his father would have him attend to his "court". Where he would imperiously state "Watch and learn".
Currently Prince Alexander was preparing his next speech with Priest Thomas. Priest Thomas was an odd one, they said he was a foreigner, it explained his odd name, however he had raised prince Alexander from birth, his loyalty was as questionable as his dedication.
Prince Alexandria Tilted his head, there was faint sounds from downstairs.
"Ho Keter, Relad of Khadon sends his greetings,"
"No need for formality Khalid,"
"Oh? I heard the Prince was here, thought it was a bit odd, a Prince staying in an Inn,"
"Oh thats what this is about? This Prince is "different" apparently, the Priests he's with are just the same though,"
"I was sent to invite him to Khadon, we heard he was traveling through the area,"
"Upstairs Khalid, the Door with the Burly Royal Guardsmen,"
Several days later Prince Alexander found himself entering "Khadon". What lay before him was a small trading village. It appeared that Vertis could take Khadon off the map, but the yearly Grain harvests could not.
Quick changes were made to the Speech. Elderad and Thomas would be most displeased. He Grinned.
"We stand Before you Triumphant upon the Battlefield, Vertis flees before us and their allies have been countered via clever use of Diplomacy. Make no mistake this is not the end but the beginning. King Rhama promised us that Khemri would be made whole, we have begun the first steps of this healing process. But I tell you now, that that is not the end of the matter. Khadon must be rebuilt, you my friends have begun this initial step. And I Pledge upon oath to Nikkal-Rae that this will be done,"
A rather awe-struck crowd stood before him. He stepped down and turned round, he could feel the daggers on his back. Thomas in particular was glaring at him.
Later on their way to the next village. Thomas had composed himself. Elderad however was the one that gave him his lessons for the day. He Ended with the news that he was handing him a project.
"A project?" Prince Alexander was a bit suprised
"Yes, I have decided that you must learn something of City Planning, you shall design a new City. Lets call it Khadon for motavation shall we?"
He ended the day rather engrossed in his project. Elderad smiled whistfully, it was unlikly that it would be incorperated into any plans for Khadon. Whenever the city was rebuilt however it would incorperate modern defences and planning, a city to be proud of.
Prince Alexander was now further East. With the memories of Khadon still fresh in his mind, he wished to visit the Plains of Alexandria. It was a Holy Site, and he felt a childish connection in simple part due to his name. Although he Knew that Alexandria was simply named after the First recorded King Of Khemri.
He told the peoples in the nearby Villages where he was headed. He stated that he was going to construct a small Tower of Rocks. Scour the plains for anything that Vertis missed and reach further out for rocks. Symbolism was important and this he would have to represent the Tower Of Alexandria. The Greatest Towers of them all. The Khemrians never did find out what the Vertis people did with the remains of the ancients. Desecration of the tombs was bad enough. He would simply remind them of this fact.
He arrived on the "site" several days later. A large group of peoples behind him, wishing to help construct the Tower. They scoured the plains for several days. They found plenty of rocks but nary a sign of Building Block from old Alexandria did they find till the 8th day.
With this find constuction begain. Elderad and Thomas Consecrated the area. Prince Alexander said simply "With the foundation of the Old we shall build the new," And placed the single Building stone down. Time passed and the cairn was built, a Tower of Memorial.
"With the desecration that Vertis witnessed upon the tower of Old Alexandria, they broke a peace that our ancesters have slumbered in for centuries. I come here to remember the Holy City of Alexandria, and to ask forgiveness of our God."
And of such are sites of pilgrimage born.
The Extent of Prince Alexanders wanderings is not know fully. What is know is that he stumbled upon a merchant of one of the Cities to the far east. Who told him stories of Khemrians Fighting Nurmaferians in anarchic City states. Until one day the Nurmferians disappeared. There Exodus had happened. This left the Cities to the Khemrians. However they had not the benefit of Khemrian Rule or perhaps more importantly Protection, as bandits frequently raided the area. Thus Prince Alexander had it arranged for a small force of the Khemrian Army to be sent to the cities to ensure protection of Khemrians. In exchange they were to acknowledge Khemrian Rule.
He told the peoples in the nearby Villages where he was headed. He stated that he was going to construct a small Tower of Rocks. Scour the plains for anything that Vertis missed and reach further out for rocks. Symbolism was important and this he would have to represent the Tower Of Alexandria. The Greatest Towers of them all. The Khemrians never did find out what the Vertis people did with the remains of the ancients. Desecration of the tombs was bad enough. He would simply remind them of this fact.
He arrived on the "site" several days later. A large group of peoples behind him, wishing to help construct the Tower. They scoured the plains for several days. They found plenty of rocks but nary a sign of Building Block from old Alexandria did they find till the 8th day.
With this find constuction begain. Elderad and Thomas Consecrated the area. Prince Alexander said simply "With the foundation of the Old we shall build the new," And placed the single Building stone down. Time passed and the cairn was built, a Tower of Memorial.
"With the desecration that Vertis witnessed upon the tower of Old Alexandria, they broke a peace that our ancesters have slumbered in for centuries. I come here to remember the Holy City of Alexandria, and to ask forgiveness of our God."
And of such are sites of pilgrimage born.
****
The Extent of Prince Alexanders wanderings is not know fully. What is know is that he stumbled upon a merchant of one of the Cities to the far east. Who told him stories of Khemrians Fighting Nurmaferians in anarchic City states. Until one day the Nurmferians disappeared. There Exodus had happened. This left the Cities to the Khemrians. However they had not the benefit of Khemrian Rule or perhaps more importantly Protection, as bandits frequently raided the area. Thus Prince Alexander had it arranged for a small force of the Khemrian Army to be sent to the cities to ensure protection of Khemrians. In exchange they were to acknowledge Khemrian Rule.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Iggy, can you change Swords to Blades in the Bladeism description, because we're not all military like. We beleive that baldes fro harvesting fruits and ewheat and for clearing the jungle are gifts too.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
From the Gorinese Empire
To Nkondi
Withdraw from the Shalamri lands immediately or face the wrath of Dula. Anthi Oborski will not tolerate any attacks on their allies and we WILL defend our brother the Shalamri to the death
To Croyodon
We will accept this as long as you do not expand south and do not expand over us in anyway that would block our route of expansion
(in other words don't get in my way please)
To Veritas
You have lost, retreat or fall forever.
To Nkondi
Withdraw from the Shalamri lands immediately or face the wrath of Dula. Anthi Oborski will not tolerate any attacks on their allies and we WILL defend our brother the Shalamri to the death
To Croyodon
We will accept this as long as you do not expand south and do not expand over us in anyway that would block our route of expansion
(in other words don't get in my way please)
To Veritas
You have lost, retreat or fall forever.
TerrisH
Mischief?
OOC: Swiss, I know Vertis Pissed you off, but I was trying to be Peacefull. *sigh* and I was partially converting.
IC:
To Vertis.
PISS OFF! Any and All ships sailing south will be limited to docking at Kernel. any an all troops you send will be sent home. YOU got us into this mess. while we still consider you a friend, you meddeled in somethign you did not understand.
To Swade Ascendancy
We are willing to age to peace at the current borders, for even if we wish to surender Kalas, we could not, for it is the center of our millitary. if we surender it, it will most likely Resist unto the death. *sigh* that is out of our hands.
the second portion is agreeible.
the third second dose not relate to us as we have never had any intintion to focibly convert you. we never sent any missionaries, and fully condem bot Vertis actions,a dn Your Response to it. in simple matters. $%^#$ PISS OF and Leave us alone.
We will not pay the Eco, but we would be willing to give you the ships.
IC:
To Vertis.
PISS OFF! Any and All ships sailing south will be limited to docking at Kernel. any an all troops you send will be sent home. YOU got us into this mess. while we still consider you a friend, you meddeled in somethign you did not understand.
To Swade Ascendancy
We are willing to age to peace at the current borders, for even if we wish to surender Kalas, we could not, for it is the center of our millitary. if we surender it, it will most likely Resist unto the death. *sigh* that is out of our hands.
the second portion is agreeible.
the third second dose not relate to us as we have never had any intintion to focibly convert you. we never sent any missionaries, and fully condem bot Vertis actions,a dn Your Response to it. in simple matters. $%^#$ PISS OF and Leave us alone.
We will not pay the Eco, but we would be willing to give you the ships.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
We will have peace at the current borders, but we need the Eco point or a promise you will help against any Vertisian Incursions. We wish to switch to a peaceful mode, but need that extra eco point is we are to defnd our selves against you "ally"
TerrisH
Mischief?
We can not spare the Eco for your defense, for your Incursion has Strained Our Defense. nor can we Activly Fight Our fellow Members of the Curch. but we will not Assiste them eather, and will not supply any Millitary ships with food or water.
Veritas' allies begin to fall away...
BTW, I'd like to give some hints for you guys sending orders.
TerrisH did fairly well in his war, all things considered. He gave me no information whatsoever about his military. So how did he do well?
He told me about all of his cities. Ansamsana, the city that was hotly contested would have likely fallen, but in his orders when TerrisH described his cities, he told me that it was the granary of his nation, with a large population but little else.
So in the update, I knew that there was a large population in Ansamsana, and thus a large number of leviable defenders.
What my point is, is that I like hearing stuff about your nation like that. Tell me stuff about cities, or do that in stories. It helps me get a better sense of your nation, and thus a better sense of realism in updates.
*Resumes updating stats.
BTW, I'd like to give some hints for you guys sending orders.
TerrisH did fairly well in his war, all things considered. He gave me no information whatsoever about his military. So how did he do well?
He told me about all of his cities. Ansamsana, the city that was hotly contested would have likely fallen, but in his orders when TerrisH described his cities, he told me that it was the granary of his nation, with a large population but little else.
So in the update, I knew that there was a large population in Ansamsana, and thus a large number of leviable defenders.
What my point is, is that I like hearing stuff about your nation like that. Tell me stuff about cities, or do that in stories. It helps me get a better sense of your nation, and thus a better sense of realism in updates.
*Resumes updating stats.
TerrisH
Mischief?
Only reason I din't discribe my Army was because I was on peacible terms with eveyone who could reach me, and was not expecting war. *sigh* won't make that mistake next turn. hmm might as well and write up a detailed report on it and it's standards.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
OOC: I'm putting Ancient History on hold for a bit.
A Crisis of Concience
"Veritas was, in terms of technology and culture, the most advanced state of the Early Periods, and this was especially true after the fall of Eldrania and the Rape of Khadon. However, foreign enemies and domestic troubles brought the Second Republic to its knees, culminating in the Zibonian Insurrection. The leaders of the High Assemblum in Veritas had a pivotal decision to make. Either create a caste-based society dominated by ethnic Valins and enforced by the military, or a multi-ethnic society held together by loyalty to the Nation and the One."
-The Formative Milennia, by Scholiari Caelian Dalimanas, 3754 P.D.
"The Veritas of your fathers isn't the Veritas of your sons," or so the old proverb went. And it was true. The island of Veritas was ever changing, ever expanding. The great Catastrophe of centuries ago was now a legend, either a cursory note for court historians or a fearsome story to keep children awake at night.
The Republic went on in its life as it had before. The great projects begun by Valinas were nearing completion, and white marble fresh from the quarries at Noras came in every day. The little celia saplings brought from Khemri at the beginning of the war now stood tall and proud, and their shade provided comfort to Veritasans going about their daily business. A massive statue of Nikkal-Rae, the pagan god of the West, had been melted down, and the silver was being used to forge a new statue of Dominius I, the conqueror of Zibon, and the first Stratikrator.
Walking down the Way of the Fallen, facing away from the Catacombs and the Shepherds' Quarter towards the Sea, the Arch of the Exodus could be seen rising again. Every now and then the clinking of chisels could be heard, etching scripture into the walls of the tower. Supposedly they planned to cast the new statue of the One in bronze, with the same silver spear and golden tree from the original restored. At least that was the rumor.
Two great jetties were being pushed outwards toward the sea. The left would hold a fortified wall, extending outwards to shield the Great Harbor from attack. But the right...on the right would be built a great tower, massive and round, with an oil-burning light at the peak.
The Light of the World would guide sailors from all across the Sea of the One to the city...or at least that was the plan. A triumph of Veritasan ingenuity and strength, (and ego, said the Kehexan and Davarian merchants) it would show everyone that the sky was the limit for Veritas.
None of them knew yet.
---
"Calan. I am wounded in the knee."
"Damn. Damn, damn, damn it all!"
"Decadion Belias! They're breaking through!"
"Throw all the weapons into the forges! We can't allow them to seize these falchions!"
The Zibonian horde smashed through the gate, screaming their ancient battle cries as they rushed into the compound. Old obsidian spears they had, and bows looted from the garrison. No problem for an experienced Septilion on an open plain.
But there were hundreds. The overworked, tired Belias and about ten men rushed into the middle courtyard. Their bronze latises cut down many of the unprotected mob, but the soldiers were forced to retreat under a hail of arrows and curses, bleeding and groaning from the pain of too many wounds. They slammed the heavy oaken door behind them.
"It's no use, sir. We are the only ones left, you saw. Tactica Melaria must have been killed in the night, and all the forges on that side are overrun."
"I know, I know. We are going to die for the Republic, men, unless we manage to escape. What of Delagani?"
"Before we were pushed back towards the Forgemasters compounds, I heard he was rallying the Urbani near the Western Wall."
"I heard he was killed."
"I heard the One was seen dancing naked in Kallamas, that doesn't mean it's true."
The men laughed, wearily. It was all over, anyway.
Belias adjusted his armor, and prepared to meet the One with as much grace as he could muster. His men did the same, and soon they could hear a pounding on the door. A ram...how the hell did they get a battering ram?
The first shrieking Zibonians rushed in over the splinters of the door. As they ran in, the soldiers toppled the massive melting pots, sending a wave of molten bronze over the enemy, who burned and died. But there were more, too motivated by hatred and fanaticism to even care that their very flesh was being burnt away.
What soldiers were left charged into the mob, swinging latises downwards, then sideways as they were trained long ago. Belian himself beheaded one, while his comrade's spear lodged in his leg. Pulling it out and screaming a final battle cry, he went to his doom hacking at black limbs with spear, axe, and dagger.
More and more poured into the fiery chamber, until no Veritasan was left alive. The Zibonians would have celebrated their victory...if there weren't so many of them dead.
---
Upper Quarter, Lux
"I believe that Tactica Melaria has perished in the Forge Quarter. Our scouts report."
Commander Delagani frowned. He was too old for this, anyway.
"It's all the fault of those idiots in Kallamas. They were the ones who denied the Zibonians representation...now look at them! Rioting in the streets and slaughtering soldiers. I've lived side by side with Zibonians, Kalmarians, you name it. They hate fighting. But take away a man's freedom, and you make him a beast. And beasts lash out, even against their masters."
His aide pondered this.
"But then sir, why did they deny the Zibonians their rights in the first place?"
Delagani looked at the man, right in the eyes.
"Fear, my friend. Fear."
A Crisis of Concience
"Veritas was, in terms of technology and culture, the most advanced state of the Early Periods, and this was especially true after the fall of Eldrania and the Rape of Khadon. However, foreign enemies and domestic troubles brought the Second Republic to its knees, culminating in the Zibonian Insurrection. The leaders of the High Assemblum in Veritas had a pivotal decision to make. Either create a caste-based society dominated by ethnic Valins and enforced by the military, or a multi-ethnic society held together by loyalty to the Nation and the One."
-The Formative Milennia, by Scholiari Caelian Dalimanas, 3754 P.D.
"The Veritas of your fathers isn't the Veritas of your sons," or so the old proverb went. And it was true. The island of Veritas was ever changing, ever expanding. The great Catastrophe of centuries ago was now a legend, either a cursory note for court historians or a fearsome story to keep children awake at night.
The Republic went on in its life as it had before. The great projects begun by Valinas were nearing completion, and white marble fresh from the quarries at Noras came in every day. The little celia saplings brought from Khemri at the beginning of the war now stood tall and proud, and their shade provided comfort to Veritasans going about their daily business. A massive statue of Nikkal-Rae, the pagan god of the West, had been melted down, and the silver was being used to forge a new statue of Dominius I, the conqueror of Zibon, and the first Stratikrator.
Walking down the Way of the Fallen, facing away from the Catacombs and the Shepherds' Quarter towards the Sea, the Arch of the Exodus could be seen rising again. Every now and then the clinking of chisels could be heard, etching scripture into the walls of the tower. Supposedly they planned to cast the new statue of the One in bronze, with the same silver spear and golden tree from the original restored. At least that was the rumor.
Two great jetties were being pushed outwards toward the sea. The left would hold a fortified wall, extending outwards to shield the Great Harbor from attack. But the right...on the right would be built a great tower, massive and round, with an oil-burning light at the peak.
The Light of the World would guide sailors from all across the Sea of the One to the city...or at least that was the plan. A triumph of Veritasan ingenuity and strength, (and ego, said the Kehexan and Davarian merchants) it would show everyone that the sky was the limit for Veritas.
None of them knew yet.
---
"Calan. I am wounded in the knee."
"Damn. Damn, damn, damn it all!"
"Decadion Belias! They're breaking through!"
"Throw all the weapons into the forges! We can't allow them to seize these falchions!"
The Zibonian horde smashed through the gate, screaming their ancient battle cries as they rushed into the compound. Old obsidian spears they had, and bows looted from the garrison. No problem for an experienced Septilion on an open plain.
But there were hundreds. The overworked, tired Belias and about ten men rushed into the middle courtyard. Their bronze latises cut down many of the unprotected mob, but the soldiers were forced to retreat under a hail of arrows and curses, bleeding and groaning from the pain of too many wounds. They slammed the heavy oaken door behind them.
"It's no use, sir. We are the only ones left, you saw. Tactica Melaria must have been killed in the night, and all the forges on that side are overrun."
"I know, I know. We are going to die for the Republic, men, unless we manage to escape. What of Delagani?"
"Before we were pushed back towards the Forgemasters compounds, I heard he was rallying the Urbani near the Western Wall."
"I heard he was killed."
"I heard the One was seen dancing naked in Kallamas, that doesn't mean it's true."
The men laughed, wearily. It was all over, anyway.
Belias adjusted his armor, and prepared to meet the One with as much grace as he could muster. His men did the same, and soon they could hear a pounding on the door. A ram...how the hell did they get a battering ram?
The first shrieking Zibonians rushed in over the splinters of the door. As they ran in, the soldiers toppled the massive melting pots, sending a wave of molten bronze over the enemy, who burned and died. But there were more, too motivated by hatred and fanaticism to even care that their very flesh was being burnt away.
What soldiers were left charged into the mob, swinging latises downwards, then sideways as they were trained long ago. Belian himself beheaded one, while his comrade's spear lodged in his leg. Pulling it out and screaming a final battle cry, he went to his doom hacking at black limbs with spear, axe, and dagger.
More and more poured into the fiery chamber, until no Veritasan was left alive. The Zibonians would have celebrated their victory...if there weren't so many of them dead.
---
Upper Quarter, Lux
"I believe that Tactica Melaria has perished in the Forge Quarter. Our scouts report."
Commander Delagani frowned. He was too old for this, anyway.
"It's all the fault of those idiots in Kallamas. They were the ones who denied the Zibonians representation...now look at them! Rioting in the streets and slaughtering soldiers. I've lived side by side with Zibonians, Kalmarians, you name it. They hate fighting. But take away a man's freedom, and you make him a beast. And beasts lash out, even against their masters."
His aide pondered this.
"But then sir, why did they deny the Zibonians their rights in the first place?"
Delagani looked at the man, right in the eyes.
"Fear, my friend. Fear."
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
From: Veritas
To: Emor
What? You want to surrender to them? Fine, fine...we were only trying to help. Personally we don't think that you should surrender so easily. Think of what Stratikrator Emrus would do.
OOC: Do you have MSN Terris?
To: Emor
What? You want to surrender to them? Fine, fine...we were only trying to help. Personally we don't think that you should surrender so easily. Think of what Stratikrator Emrus would do.
OOC: Do you have MSN Terris?
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