Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Sorry Nylan. The Guilds weren't going to be a pushover. You've been putting up a good fight so far, though. 
PureNES: Epoch of Glory
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Kozmos
Jew Detective
Could you put the map in the spoiler? Makes the update easier to read. It seems great so far.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Nice update...
North King
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Orders/stories are due next Sunday at high noon.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
.......He wasn't (hopefully isn't) dead
.......
Cuivienen
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To: Daria
From: Telerius
We see that you have decided to abandon your late Emperor's poorly judged invasion of Hespiron; that is to our liking. We would like to offer a treaty to affirm the current borders between our nations, and an agreement of trade so that such tensions do not arise between us again. Would you consider this?
From: Telerius
We see that you have decided to abandon your late Emperor's poorly judged invasion of Hespiron; that is to our liking. We would like to offer a treaty to affirm the current borders between our nations, and an agreement of trade so that such tensions do not arise between us again. Would you consider this?
Spoiler :
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: I see like Nylan, I too have suffered greatly in this update. 
So ah... do we still get to burn an effigy?
So ah... do we still get to burn an effigy?
Cuivienen
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The harsh sun of the Saranir steppe beat down on the army. A year in the field had hardened the men to the heat and the dry weather, so unlike the rainy, sea-tempered clime of Telerius. Guiding them were a band of local Saranir cowherds, whose thick and wide-brimmed hats had become the fashion in the army over the past year to prevent burns and other nasty results of the bright heat.
Though the river was but a mile distant, Calonus could not imagine why anyone would wish to live in such an unpleasant place, not Saranir, and not peoples of the khans, either. Yet now they fought tooth and nail over it, and Telerius had sent a great army to help.
Calonus himself was proud to be fighting, proud to be serving the Council and the Emperor, proud to face down the foolish barbarians and kill them. And kill them they had.
Though the Telerian force with which he traveled was small, just one months prior a new order had reached the lieutenant from the command on the coast. From that time, it was not a war against the armies of the khanates, it was a war against the people of the khanates. Five entire new settlements had been slaughtered in the weeks since then. The Telerians were going to show the khanates that their people were neither welcome nor safe within the old boundaries of Saranir.
Though not particularly effective soldiers, the Saranir army that followed a few days behind Calonuss Telerian band had relished greatly the new orders, and had taken it upon themselves to act the butchers.
Turned off by their gory zeal in lining up youths and old women and shooting them, Calonus himself had stopped his previous dicing games with the Saranir, but he could not deny the effectiveness of the strategy. It had instilled something resembling bravery in the Saranir troops, and, as importantly, had made the khanates think twice about migrating their populations into conquered lands. The migrations continued, of course, but not where armies had passed.
What intrigued Calonus the most, and what he imagined the lieutenant worried about nights, was the lack of response form the khanates. Certainly they had fought battles, usually coming out victorious with their far superior weaponry. Horseback had proven a poor place from which to fire a gun, and poorer in battle as horses could easily be shot out from under khanate screamers. Yet no great force had moved to counter the renewed Telerian and Saranir offensive, at least not here in the east. Perhaps stories were different elsewhere.
Yet even if they were, Calonus had heard other rumors that, if proven true, would end this war in an instant. His brother, a worker for a former Guild agent who designed military technology, had written him the following letter, received just a day before:
Dearest brother,
I hope you are well. Julin has kept up working in the lab overnight for weeks now and so I have not had time to write in response to your last letter. I should not complain. I am certain that, wherever you are now, things are even less pleasant. I only hope that you do your duty well and return home safe.
Speaking of which, I have news for you that may ease your mind in that regard. I cannot write too much of it as we remain sealed to the Throne and Council in our work, but suffice to say that no guns on horseback could hope to match a sky vessel. Julins work in Mettlingen has been continued here, and there is talk of deploying them in your aid.
I look forward to seeing your next writing. It brings joy to my heart to read of your adventures abroad. I pray to Celia that, by Julins works or other means, you return home safely, and soon.
Love,
Your brother,
Hunius
Calonus smiled at the thought before drifting into the uneasy sleep of the warrior.
Though the river was but a mile distant, Calonus could not imagine why anyone would wish to live in such an unpleasant place, not Saranir, and not peoples of the khans, either. Yet now they fought tooth and nail over it, and Telerius had sent a great army to help.
Calonus himself was proud to be fighting, proud to be serving the Council and the Emperor, proud to face down the foolish barbarians and kill them. And kill them they had.
Though the Telerian force with which he traveled was small, just one months prior a new order had reached the lieutenant from the command on the coast. From that time, it was not a war against the armies of the khanates, it was a war against the people of the khanates. Five entire new settlements had been slaughtered in the weeks since then. The Telerians were going to show the khanates that their people were neither welcome nor safe within the old boundaries of Saranir.
Though not particularly effective soldiers, the Saranir army that followed a few days behind Calonuss Telerian band had relished greatly the new orders, and had taken it upon themselves to act the butchers.
Turned off by their gory zeal in lining up youths and old women and shooting them, Calonus himself had stopped his previous dicing games with the Saranir, but he could not deny the effectiveness of the strategy. It had instilled something resembling bravery in the Saranir troops, and, as importantly, had made the khanates think twice about migrating their populations into conquered lands. The migrations continued, of course, but not where armies had passed.
What intrigued Calonus the most, and what he imagined the lieutenant worried about nights, was the lack of response form the khanates. Certainly they had fought battles, usually coming out victorious with their far superior weaponry. Horseback had proven a poor place from which to fire a gun, and poorer in battle as horses could easily be shot out from under khanate screamers. Yet no great force had moved to counter the renewed Telerian and Saranir offensive, at least not here in the east. Perhaps stories were different elsewhere.
Yet even if they were, Calonus had heard other rumors that, if proven true, would end this war in an instant. His brother, a worker for a former Guild agent who designed military technology, had written him the following letter, received just a day before:
Dearest brother,
I hope you are well. Julin has kept up working in the lab overnight for weeks now and so I have not had time to write in response to your last letter. I should not complain. I am certain that, wherever you are now, things are even less pleasant. I only hope that you do your duty well and return home safe.
Speaking of which, I have news for you that may ease your mind in that regard. I cannot write too much of it as we remain sealed to the Throne and Council in our work, but suffice to say that no guns on horseback could hope to match a sky vessel. Julins work in Mettlingen has been continued here, and there is talk of deploying them in your aid.
I look forward to seeing your next writing. It brings joy to my heart to read of your adventures abroad. I pray to Celia that, by Julins works or other means, you return home safely, and soon.
Love,
Your brother,
Hunius
Calonus smiled at the thought before drifting into the uneasy sleep of the warrior.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
thlayli said:
To: The Telcari Empire, Jin Bo
From: The Yun Emperor
You can have my surrender over my rotting corpse. I shall not be an Emperor without an Empire!
Nylan
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OOC: I see like Nylan, I too have suffered greatly in this update.
So ah... do we still get to burn an effigy?
I wondered about that
I still have the pig fat...
Kozmos
Jew Detective
And I have the highly flammable alcohol that is now circulating in my body. Stories to come.
People do so harp on me, and my updates generally do come faster than yours.I'm sorry for delaying, but no one harps on Iggy like this and he's updating slower than I am.
And clearly I made the mistake of doing my school work before updating for you ungrateful bunch.
You can burn me in effigy if it's not up tonight. Promise.
On a less defensive note, great update!
What's the Marcher Kingdom? One of the Burdisian groups?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Nice story, Cuiv.
Well Iggy, between you and me, your updates are slower than Yukon molasses in January. But they're worth it. On a less offensive note, thanks!
The Marcher Kingdom, also called the High Kingdom of Callixtus, was the light green state that used to be in between the Conclave and the Republic of Callixtus. The two Calixtii were once one kingdom, but broke apart in a bloody civil war following the Great War thirty-five years ago.
I've got some PM's to send you Iggy, or I could just tell you on IRC if you're available later.
Well Iggy, between you and me, your updates are slower than Yukon molasses in January. But they're worth it.
On a less offensive note, thanks!The Marcher Kingdom, also called the High Kingdom of Callixtus, was the light green state that used to be in between the Conclave and the Republic of Callixtus. The two Calixtii were once one kingdom, but broke apart in a bloody civil war following the Great War thirty-five years ago.
I've got some PM's to send you Iggy, or I could just tell you on IRC if you're available later.
Feel free to send a PM, my internet connection today is limited, and damnit I'm trying to finish my update and don't want anything more than minimal distraction.
Thanks for the info on the Marcher Kingdom, why was it called that and not just the 'High Kingdom' (which I was aware of). Now that section of the update makes MUCH more sense.
Thanks for the info on the Marcher Kingdom, why was it called that and not just the 'High Kingdom' (which I was aware of). Now that section of the update makes MUCH more sense.
North King
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It used to be the Eastern Marches of Callixtus before it became independent.
North King
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Then you shall die; the dragon will fall. Know that you have consigned the Yun to the dung-heap of history.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Qiankun shall never end; dynasties come and go, Qiankun is eternal. Do know this: The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.
OOC: I couldn't resist that Pirate of Caribbean quote
A story will come tomorrow...North King
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And neither the Jin Bo nor the Telcari are either. Unfortunately for you, there is a level for tyrants as well.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: Actually the Jin Bo would count as betrayers, mutineers as well if you count them in the Imperial Navy
Tyrants? Nonsense! There is a difference of tyranny for tyranny's sake and "tyranny" for the benefit of the people.EDIT:
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