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Kozmos
Jew Detective
Besides, while other players might judge you, the moderators won't.
Ha that's what they want us to think!
Insane_Panda
Deity
According to Thlayli, the highest levels of technology reach 1870-1880 in urban, industrialized regions. Our navy, being the peak of modern technology, is at that level, and thus includes steal cruisers and pre-dreadnought battleships. A few nations, ours included, can also build dirigible airships.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
@Panda: Excellent stories, I'd say you've got Jathalland, assuming NK agrees. Though technically it's 'Athuria'.
@Israelite: It's no different from how LINESII or any other cradle NES has done it, so...
@Iggy: Steamships and ironclads are far from prolific, even in Arios. Technology doesn't follow OTL patterns in every case, but I wouldn't recommend openly attacking the Confederate Kingdoms, since they DO have the ships to hunt down pirates.
As for the start of the NES, me and NK have to finish a few things, so I'd say about a week. Application/introduction stories should be posted here, and the cradle nations that do so will probably get an additional jump start.
@Israelite: It's no different from how LINESII or any other cradle NES has done it, so...
@Iggy: Steamships and ironclads are far from prolific, even in Arios. Technology doesn't follow OTL patterns in every case, but I wouldn't recommend openly attacking the Confederate Kingdoms, since they DO have the ships to hunt down pirates.
As for the start of the NES, me and NK have to finish a few things, so I'd say about a week. Application/introduction stories should be posted here, and the cradle nations that do so will probably get an additional jump start.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Panda, I'm half tempted to whip out the 'ol ink and parchment and challenge you for that nation, if only just to spite you. 
@Thlay, NK: Any ETA on other region/nation descriptions? I won't have a huge amount of time before I leave, and I'd like to be able to make an informed choice.
@Thlay, NK: Any ETA on other region/nation descriptions? I won't have a huge amount of time before I leave, and I'd like to be able to make an informed choice.
North King
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I suppose I'm the one in charge of the next batch; Hadir nation descriptions will be around in the next day or so.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Sounds good. I'll probably start on something for an Arios nation anyways, just in case.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Generally, I stand in clear and firm opposition to cradle NESes. Which is why I have never joined a cradle NES (including LINESII) or payed attention to a cradle NES at all (including LINESII). As such, I have not been brainwashed into believing 500 years is an acceptable length for an update.
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Generally, I stand in clear and firm opposition to cradle NESes. Which is why I have never joined a cradle NES (including LINESII) or payed attention to a cradle NES at all (including LINESII). As such, I have not been brainwashed into believing 500 years is an acceptable length for an update.
500 years is on the long side. I prefer no longer than 100 years, and shorter than that, if possible, however, starting in the Bronze Age, we have to keep things moving.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
I'll start working on an opening story as soon as I figure out some inspiration for my cradle nation.
human-slaughter
brand new year
i have decieded to focus only on my cradle nation for right now.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
The boy crouched low, peering through the thick underbrush. His hair had been hacked off, leaving only the slight stub of dark hair tied in a small tail. The sun flitted through the dense brush, fighting its way through the thronged vegetation to cast the various shadows on the ground. Peering through nearly slanted jade eyes, the boy held his breath as he crept closer to the closed branches. The two branches had dragged close to each other, forming a slight barrier to the small oasis that lay beyond their glance.
Beyond the two braches, obscured only slightly, stood a small clearing in which no tree stood. In the middle of this oval clearing, the large boar stood grazing on the limited shoots grown. It was obtuse in shape, around twice the normal girth of a standard boar. The boy stared, fixated on the creature as he slowly brought his spear up to his side. Inching forward ever-so-slightly, the boy slowly parted the branches and emerged behind the beast, creeping up slowly and managing to approach the beast’s rump. He rose fast, darting forward to pierce the stone head of his spear into the neck of the beast. The boar let out a loud, anguish cry that pierced the sky before charging off into the distance, spear still lodged in the flesh of the neck.
The boy chased after the animal, doing his best to keep up with the charging boar. For a short while, the cries of the beast grew fainter and fainter, until the time they ceased all together. Finally, the boy emerged through a thick picket of brush and came across the down animal, no longer even breathing. He pulled the spear out of the flesh, strapping it onto his back with the belts, and grabbed the two front hoofs of the boar. Heaving with a sense of drawn might, the boy slowly dragged the carcass through the forest, back to the village.
The mist slowly swirled around the peak of Pi‘i-lani, the jutting mountain sitting high above most of the island. Except for the peaks of Pali-kapu, to Pi’i-lani’s west, and Noe-lani, on Pi’i-lani’s east, the mountain was the highest on the large island. With the sun setting high above the peak of Pali-kapu, the Island Mists were light up as if on fire. The village of Momi-lani, the boy’s home, was situated on the coast in the shadow of Pali-kapu, just a short distance from where the boy was hunting. After slewing the beats, the boy managed to drag the carcass back to the small village in just a few hours.
“Kai!” A pitched voice called out, rushing towards the young boy. Maika‘I, the name of the young boy who owned the voice, eagerly ran up to the boy and assisted in dragging the beast to a small pitched hut. Made from a bamboo-like plant (O’lahue), the hut was circular in design and small in width, large enough to fit just a few people lying down. A large fire was burning in front of the hut, and an older couple stood around it chatting. One of the older pair, an older man with a sliced white beard, stood up and helped in bringing the boar to the pit.
“Well done Kai!” the man praised, rubbing his son’s shoulder as a sign of affection. “This is truly an excellent catch for tonight’s feast.’ He said, continuing to harp on the praise. With a little help from the men, the elder woman succeeded in carving the beast and setting it above the open flames.
“Thank you, Alaka‘I.” The boy said, his gazed lowered on the beast. The wind gently fluttered the boy’s black hair, causing the boy little distraction. Keli‘l, the boy’s father, stared at his son’s distraught face for a moment before silently walking over to his wife. He whispered a short something into the woman’s ear, before watching her nod in agreement. Just a second later, the woman drug the younger boy into the hut by his ear, leaving the father and son sitting outside the hut.
The pair sat on the log for a minute in silence, before the father broke the silence once more. “Is the Ku ‘u-aloha bothering you, my son?” He said quietly, digging his hands through the cloth lining one of the hut sides. The boy kept his eyes glued to the earth below, staring out of the corner of his eye at the older man. The man paused, clearing his throat, before continuing. “Kai, everyone takes part in a Ku ‘u-aloha ceremony- this night should be a cherished memory, not something to be afraid of.”
The boy finally looked p, into his father’s green eyes, and started to talk. “Alaka‘I,” the boy started, uttering the common name for ‘father’, “its not that I’m afraid of the ceremony…..It’s just that I don’t think I could be comfortable after it.” The boy struggled for words.
The father gave a slight laugh, chuckling at his son’s discomfort. “I’m sure you won’t have any problems after the ceremony.” The father said with a mischievous smile. “Anyways, I know as well as you do that this is more than you wanted. ‘Aliana will make a great wife.” A loud drum beat echoed through the village, a fast, rhythmical beat rumbling. The man stood up, smiling, and entered the hut. The boy was left outside the hut, staring in the fire.
X.x.X
The scene had moved from the small hut to a much larger tent set up against the ocean waves. The tent had been drawn from the hides of dozens of animals and had been stretched tightly across the wood frame, providing a barrier against the rain falling outside. Except for a small hole in the top of the tent, the area was closed off on top. Rain hit the rough sheets and cascaded down the tent, collecting on the ground surrounding the area. A deep trench had been dug around the circular tent, providing for an outlet for the rainwater.
Within the oval boundary, the Ku‘u-aloha festival raged. Against the outside of the circle five drummers played a fast rhythm, adding to the overall experience. Along with the drummers, three young women played fast melodies on their reed flutes. A giant bonfire raged in the middle of the tent, casting shadows off the dancing inhabitants. The majority of the village rested on the rest of the fringe of the circle, mostly the old and young perched watching the show. The younger members of the village, some twenty or thirty people, danced in a large circle around the bonfire. Gesturing to the sky, the earth, the sea, and the mountains, the dancers moved rhythmically and gave their worship to the four gods. Perched on the right side of the fire, situated in a simple ta‘ovala, Kai sat rigidity still.
On the left side of the fire, illuminated in a fiery light and wearing a matching ta‘ovala, sat ‘Aliana. The girl appeared to be as old as Kai, seeing around sixteen winters, and having a large assemble of tropical feathers woven into her hair. She possessed a stoic trance on her face, a mixed look of slight joy and disappointment. Her sapphire eyes struggled under the weigh, and her light face stumbled in the firelight.
Finally, after the dance had commenced for some time, an old woman broke it up and made her way in front of the young couple. With pure white hair, and aged skin, the woman was the oldest in the community and reserved a level of respect common only to ali‘i. Mili-lani, the elder woman, began her rites as she blessed the young couple. After commencing as such for around ten minutes, Mili-lani finished her short rite and brought two small wooden plates forward. Finally, as a cementation of their new relationship, the young couple ate their first meal together.
I know, such a sucky story makes me deserve to burn forever. Just to make this clear, I'm not starting in the cradle.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Why don't yall wait for, you know, the NES? At least Cuiv appologised for posting in this thread...
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Thats why we've already started
.North King
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The mods (this mod) appreciate(s) starting off with a few stories already: adds to the atmosphere.
das
Regeneration In Process
I still think that perhaps a separate thread should be started for the NES itself. You could just leave a lot of placeholder posts and then edit in the background information. It just makes no sense for stories to be posted in a preview thread.
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