LINESII- Into the Darkness

To: New Veritas
From: Myocacan King Feanor

We have just gotten word of the destroyed Sinton ship and are outraged at this hostility. We do not know the exact pretences of this incident, but we believe it should be allowed that a chosen assembly of bladists investigate this attack and work this out like gentlemen. The dark days are behind us, we should not show our children the horrors I myself saw. We would like you all to come to an understanding, and I would like to remind Swade that they should try to hold back their rage and not commit another mass inquisition. We do not need bloodshed. I incourage all to put down their arms and delegate the situation on what the ship's bussiness was, what the veritasin ships bussiness was, and other questions that should be answered.
 
The Wrong Prophet

The old man rowed slowly towards the steaming mountain.

The local fishermen, fools that they were, refused to take him out towards this interesting phenomenon, but waving some gold around had allowed him to purcase a small boat. He would do it himself, just like the old days, when he had voyaged alone far into the north, living among the northern barbarians and relying on their good graces to survive. Although he was old and frail, mere frailty could not prevent him from observation. Why, this could overturn the theory of instantaneous creation! They may have laughed when they sent him to the warm lands of Kehexou, but he would show them all.

At last, he reached the steaming shore of the mountain and began the climb, walking quickly so that his feet would not be burned by the still-cooling rock. His heart fluttered, but he ignored it.

He reached the peak. A great crater had formed in the top of it. He leaned over the edge and looked down. A red glow of burning stone flickered in the darkness. He had to learn more. He began the long climb down to the bottom, easing himself down the rough slope and scrambling for footholds. He was too old for this, but some of his old strength and agility remained.

He reached the bottom, panting heavily. It was deathly hot. He felt a great pain in his chest. He grasped for the wall, and slowly slid down it, collapsing on the ground. Unable to move his head, he stared deep into the dancing flames.

Then the flames spoke to him.

In a great flash of fire, he knew. He knew it all. He knew what Eldos had told the first people. He knew what Eldan had said to Strategius. He knew the secrets hidden in Strategius' tomb. He knew why the earthquake had happened. He knew why the Lengels had been sent. He knew the past, the present and the future.

He struggled to a sitting position. He had to tell them. The world had to know! Or else they could not escape the doom that was coming. He had to tell them. The world went black.

The lava turned his bones to ashes.
 
To Gorin:
From Emor:
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OOC: :cry: Why is it all these people stories are all cliff-hangers??? I want to know what they know! :cry: (Good story jalapeno ;))
 
alex994 said:
OOC: :cry: Why is it all these people stories are all cliff-hangers??? I want to know what they know! :cry: (Good story jalapeno ;))
I'll tell you if you send your JalNES orders. ;)
 
OOC: Can he do that? Write about my people. I declare that story to have never happened and to be invalide since he had MY GOD steering ships we don't have....so.....umm no Thayli.
 
The Myocacan stood amongst the abandoned oneist temple. In Svertzland he had born witness to the carnage. The weeping mothers and crying babies. The destruction of homes and families. And now people all sat in cuddled shelters.

His name Was Aburr. He had brought several ships with him. As he looked around the temple he saw bones and skeletons of brutally murdered people. It was one of the saddestthings he had ever seen.

Aburr had been a dedicated bladist all his life. He saw the king as a great humanitarian and an enlightened man like his father. One who ruled the people fairly and was righteous in his deeds. He loved how his king did not just kill off the oneists but instead gave them another home.

But as he had arrived to this colony he only saw pain with which his religion had brought. He had only come to see hatred. Many Myocacans came here by ship to help the people and bring them food. The country of Myocaca was united in helping the people. In whatever way they could they came and went back and came once more.

The King himself had come several times. Now Aburr stood in the ruins. He saw a skeleton clutching onto a book of scriptures. It was covered in dirt. Aburr carefully picked it up and cracked it open. It was the scripture of oneism. Many thought there were none more to be found in these lands, having been burned by the swade.

Aburr looked keenly at the pages, intrigued by the writings. He flipped through and noticed there was rooms for writing in the back. He also noticed at the end a particularly interesting entry.

As he realized it was the ancient tongue of Veritas. Aburr had come to learn of it long ago in his journeys. His fellow archeologists came in around him and asked what was the scripture of.

He began to read:

They have swept through the village. We have tried to fight back. We have fallen back to the copper gates. We cannot get out.

They have breached the gates and are flooding in. Duke Hundine is dead. He lies now at the gates making his last stand.

We have fallen back to the temple. We have barred the gates. We hear the beating of the drums. The senseless screams and grinding of the sword.

The drums are growing louder. The ground shakes.

We cannot get out. I clutch my son for one last time. It is hopeless. The one has left us. They are braking through. The men are fighting for their last breathe. They are grabbing the children. We can't get out.

They sta............................................


The writing dribbled down and the page spattered with blood. Aburr. was stunned by what he had just read. It was in the past. He could not do anything now. He would return back to Myocaca and show the king. Aburr felt disgust for what he had always looked to as Myocaca's older brother. Now however, he would leave it to the king. But the days would continue in Svertland with the pain.

Aburr however knew he could not change the past. The only thing he had to decide was what to do with the time that is given to you.

As he sailed off he checked under the boards at his passengers. He would right the wrong, by giving these people a second chance. Bringing them to Myocaca for a new life.
 
Swissempire said:
OOC: Can he do that? Write about my people. I declare that story to have never happened and to be invalide since he had MY GOD steering ships we don't have....so.....umm no Thayli.
OOC:
Also chip do we have sultans? I thought we had kings, because i always have had a kingdom and yes why the blademaster would die so easily, i mean he would cut the down arrows in mid air with his lightning skill and cutoff the heads of all those against him in a blink of an eye. I am afraid Veritas has found a mad man who was on a boat playing pirates and thought you were playing to. Way to go veritas you just killed a bunch of insane asylum escapees!
 
jalapeno_dude said:
I'll tell you if you send your JalNES orders. ;)

OOC: I sent orders ;) NOW TELL ME! :p
 
OOC: Swiss, the Sintonians are not your people. The story was written in response to a piece of diplomacy that Iggy sent me on behalf of Sintonia. Btw, ships use a rudder to steer. Almost all ships have them. :)

Not sure about the whole Sultan thing, that's just what the stats say. And the blademaster on that ship wasn't The Blademaster, I just named him that because I didn't know what to call your commanders.

IC:

From: New Veritas
To: Myocaca

We are perfectly willing to explain the situation. We requested that Sintonia leave lands claimed by New Veritas, as they are envoys of the Swades who have inflicted terrible atrocities on our religious brethren. They refused. Then we privately offered a peaceful settlement to Sintonia allowing them to join New Veritas or return to their homeland. Again, they refused. The Sinton ship was carrying a message of war against Veritas, and our navy viewed it as an enemy combatant. Sintonia and New Veritas are in a state of war at this time.

Of course, we wish to preserve peaceful relations with Myocaca at all costs.
 
Cuivienen said:
Hey, jalapeno_dude, GET OFF MY VOLCANO! ;)
Just responding to the mention in the update:
A Citadel scholar got himself and his boat incinerated when he sailed out to the island to study it, and no one else has gone near it since.

@Alex: PMed. ;)
 
There were many times that I wished to stop. To end it all. But I could never mount the courage. I could never stop fearing what the One would do to me if I took the cowards way. So I stayed. I lived underneath their rule, won from the blood of my brothers. I served them, taking orders from people like myself, people so afraid of their might that they served out of fear.

So, now I serve as a courier in the Lengel empire. I learned to ride a horse, as the Lengel brought much of their horse hordes to graze in the grasslands of Davar, much as they had in Nkondi. Now horses and cattle were a common sight upon the plains of Davar and Nkondi, and I learned quickly to ride them like I was a Lengel. Not that I had a choice.

In this city of Strategium, I wait for messages to transport. It is fairly dull work, but I have found a bit of excitement from reading the messages, memorizing them, and then helping my compatriots in any way I can. As insignficant as my contribution is, I know that I am doing something. But how I wish I could actually do something signficant...

I am jolted from my thoughts by a sealed letter being handed to me silently by a strange looking man. Waiting until he is gone, I open it. My eyes widen as I scan the letter, and I read it several times before my disbelief is banished. I am required to bring this letter to the Lengel overseers...but I am unsure. I stare at the letter, and think of what I should do.

Finally, I decide. With a grim smile, I go out into the city to my horse, and ride away.

I found my courage.

Spoiler OOC :


So begins the slow fall of the Lengel. I figured I would spice this little NES up a bit to make it less black and white, and more chaotic and real. Enjoy trying to figure it out.
 
Contempt said:
So begins the slow fall of the Lengel. I figured I would spice this little NES up a bit to make it less black and white, and more chaotic and real. Enjoy trying to figure it out.

Lengels can't fall until they fulfill their promise and attack Ikki :mad:. How can history view them as terrifying demons when they don't even carry out all their threats??? Besides, there are a couple satirists in Ikki who've been itching to turn their pens against the Lengels ;).
 
no i agree lengels are supposed to go make a massive empire and than as dooms day seems upon the world all the free peoples of the earth band together for one last stand in an epic battle of grand proportions. Men being cut to pieces. It was supposed to be amazing!!!! We were all supposed to not see lengels defeated of slow death, they were supposed to go down in history as the people who lived by the sword and conquest and later perhaps die by the sword. No this is not happening. I wanted to see what would happen with ramids against horsemen. I won't forget this :looks angrily:
 
Um, no, they're Mongol imitators and so will beat everyone up then slowly stagnate, decline and collapse. ;)
 
The Strategos said:
Lengels can't fall until they fulfill their promise and attack Ikki :mad:. How can history view them as terrifying demons when they don't even carry out all their threats??? Besides, there are a couple satirists in Ikki who've been itching to turn their pens against the Lengels ;).

Mayhaps you will get your chance soon. The Lengels had no wish to fight in the mountains, but thanks to Davar's final stand we have a bit more experience in it.

Now, story time!

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A Citadel Study of Nkondi, 1242​

It seems strange, that a mere fifty two years after the fall of Nkondi, that it could change so much. From our earlier accounts of Nkondi, it was evident that while the population was slightly barbaric, and very amazonian in hierarchy, they were simple farmers for the most part. Unorganized except in the main cities of the country, where most extremely religious Indians congregated to worship the Nkondi version of Crystalism.

Based on the scattered accounts we can collect, burned as they were, we can see that much of those religious Nkondians were slaughtered in the attacks on the cities, while those that weren't as religious were relatively spared in the country side in their farms. This religious purge was not the Lengel's intent, from what we have seen of their tolerant laws toward religion [1], but rather a side-affect of their brutal attacks on cities that refuse to surrender.

This purge later contributed to the Nkondi-crystalism exodus to Shalamari, the birthplace of their religion, although also a country Nkondi had past conflicts with. With the cities all but destroyed, the Lengel moved their massive horse and cattle herds into the country, and began grazing them on the largely unpopulated fields of Nkondi, as many farms had been arrayed near the cities, although not close enough to be affected by the Lengel attacks.

This Citadel expedition has theorized that from this simple action of moving in their grazing cattle and horses, the Lengel moved along greatly the assimilation and absorption of the Nkondi culture. Our travels across this land, speaking with its people has told us much of what happened following that fateful move.

Farming became less and less frequent, as more and more non-religious Nkondians viewing the slaughter of their religious brethren, and the seeming invincibility of the Lengels as a sign of a greater higher power, and converted to Tengri. This religion is a combination of monotheism and animism, all based around combat and struggle as nomads. This religion greatly contributed to the number of Nkondi nomads, as more and more began to choose that way of life.

The cities of Nkondi were the last strong-hold of farmers, and those farmers were also members of the Tengri religion. However, these farmers situated around the cities were mostly males, whose wives had joined the Lengel army, and the men were now supporting the Lengel through supplies of grain, and their crop.

The cities we have visited were not abandoned however, but bustled with life at various times during the week. Observing the city of Sasako, we have found that the city has become a meeting place of the various nomad Nkondi and Lengels who had migrated south. Its place on the Kalmar river made it a prefect location for the now nomadic Nkondians, as it was a place where their cattle and horses could drink their fill of water.

Sasako now has become a main trading location for the people of Nkondi. They trade anything from hides and carvings, to dairy and cattle. The Lengel presence is light in the city, but it is there, from what we can tell. Most of the time their presence is not felt, although there is always recruiting of new soldiers occurring, and the collection of grain from the farmers.

Men are becoming slightly more equal in Nkondi as well, after the Lengel invasion. While women are still viewed as more important, the Lengel military force of men greatly impressed many Nkondi women of their fighting skill, and so men have become well respected (especially Lengel men, as of the few that we have seen, they seem to always have plenty of Nkondian wives).

While we are not sure of the impact of Nkondian culture upon the Lengels, it is evident that women are more highly respected in Lengel lands as well. Other than this small, insignificant change that was already mostly prevalent in Lengel lands, it would seem that Lengel culture now greatly overshadows Nkondi's own, even within their homeland.

While ethnically they are Nkondi, and called as such even within the Lengel Empire, the Nkondi are most definitely Lengels now. While in appearance and location they might differ, but their beliefs are now almost completely alike to that of the Lengel's own.

What such a thing means, we have yet to guess. An in depth look into the culture of the Lengel within their own homeland will reveal more to our scholars in the Citadel. With that, we seal this scroll, and send it back to the Citadel while we continue our journey.

[1]: The Lengel horde does not prosecute the religions of its people, like the 'civilized' Swades have done, and instead merely hold (much like the Citadel), that all religions are the same, and that other religions merely have different names for the same God.
 
Technically religious intolerance (not neccessarily on a state level, on CIVILIZATION level) IS a sign of civilization, whether you like it or not. ;)
 
Indeed. Kehexou is rather offended at the inference that religious purity makes a nation uncivilized.
 
The Gorinese Empire cares not for it knows Masra and Crystalism are the only true religions, Masra being truer :p
 
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