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The Fall of the Eleventh
Samwise Gamgee: 14
Sherlock Holmes: 26
Tyrion Lannister: 22
Sherlock Holmes: 26
Tyrion Lannister: 22
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BEC NOIR! RUN!
Asla looked down on the world. It was still very young, and still being shaped by the gods. The moving island that she had created was just barely off the coast of one of the major continents. Though it could not collide with other land, the island could still come very close to them, to the distance of a large river’s breadth. She decided to come down to her creation, to see how it was developing.
She took the form of a deer, and landed on the coast facing the continent. Waves gently lapped on both sides of the water, creating a peaceful background noise. Asla walked on the coast, appreciating this world she and her fellow gods had created.
She stopped suddenly. Out of the water, on the side of her island, was a mark in the sand. It was not particularly large, but it broke the natural coastline nonetheless. And out of this mark were a pair of footsteps, leading into the island. Asla looked across the gap, and realized that a human must have crossed over the narrow gap. This would be the first time any intelligent being besides herself had stepped foot on her island. Intrigued, she followed the footsteps into the island.
The trail was not long. It was perhaps half an hour at the most before Asla found the man. He was dirty, covered in sand, naked, and smelt awful. Asla kept her distance, but the man quickly turned his head towards her. Though his exterior was rough and messy, she saw in his eyes a certain curiosity and passion. This type of man was drawn to explore, to probe the unknown and find the new. And he would have much to discover here. Perhaps, in time, he might even bring others with him, to bring mankind onto her island. Asla knew all this, and it excited her.
But the man bolted into the forest before she could do much. Perhaps some animal he had glanced in the forest, or perhaps his curiosity had simply taken hold. But before he managed to escape completely, Asla imparted one word into his mind: the name of this new land he had found, the name that the people of the island would know forever.
Illinia.
She took the form of a deer, and landed on the coast facing the continent. Waves gently lapped on both sides of the water, creating a peaceful background noise. Asla walked on the coast, appreciating this world she and her fellow gods had created.
She stopped suddenly. Out of the water, on the side of her island, was a mark in the sand. It was not particularly large, but it broke the natural coastline nonetheless. And out of this mark were a pair of footsteps, leading into the island. Asla looked across the gap, and realized that a human must have crossed over the narrow gap. This would be the first time any intelligent being besides herself had stepped foot on her island. Intrigued, she followed the footsteps into the island.
The trail was not long. It was perhaps half an hour at the most before Asla found the man. He was dirty, covered in sand, naked, and smelt awful. Asla kept her distance, but the man quickly turned his head towards her. Though his exterior was rough and messy, she saw in his eyes a certain curiosity and passion. This type of man was drawn to explore, to probe the unknown and find the new. And he would have much to discover here. Perhaps, in time, he might even bring others with him, to bring mankind onto her island. Asla knew all this, and it excited her.
But the man bolted into the forest before she could do much. Perhaps some animal he had glanced in the forest, or perhaps his curiosity had simply taken hold. But before he managed to escape completely, Asla imparted one word into his mind: the name of this new land he had found, the name that the people of the island would know forever.
Illinia.
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Discord Reigns
The Sardinian Senate held parliament in the former capital of their foes, smugly preening their resumes and lording over their “fellow, mistaken Sardinians of the Sassari disposition”. A veritable who’s who of Sardinian Society has basically gathered to gloat over their complete and utter victory. Sassari, once a militaristic penal colony established by the mythical Valyrians, kept its regimental manner even after all these centuries of history and humanity. Blocks and rows of dull barracks and guard towers dominate the heart of the ancient old town, and even the newer fringe buildings merely served to contribute to the atmosphere.
More disturbing than the areas history as the historic homeland of the War Faiths is in the back of the room and in the senator’s minds, where a Leonese representative sat quietly, back to the wall, observing the proceedings for his distant king. Apparently orders were that the Leonese forces, instead of turning over the conquered land to Caligari, were to annex them instead. The fact that Caligari cut infront of the Leonese in declaring a republic of ALL Sardinia, some fear, has cause them to sign their death warrants.
Only “Prince” Luskan Aiken III, elected Elder Vopulius (possibly corrupted from the Vox Populii of Cytrian Fame) and supposedly of the Ancient and Most Pure bloodline of the Triple Crown scowled instead of celebrated this victory. Only last week he was forced to work with his fellow Younger and Eldest Vopulii in giving away the ancient tile and the queen’s jewels- both of whom claimed by his house- to the passing Leonese King Joan de Calliaro III, who arrived to congratulate them on their victory and to take HIS precious birthright for himself. He yawned as the youngest Vopulius Triskan de Magnalorme- the General who aided in the capture of this very city, continued to wax poetically of the new alliance between the two nations.
“Like two oxen on a plow, like two rowers on a ship, like two horses on a chariot we shall push as one to a brighter future!”
Disgraceful. The Sardican Empire once ruled Leon from what is now called Barcia. Even after the core of the Royal Family- not including himself- and all the major barons perished in Ziril’s Wrath, there was no reason they had to betray his ancestors. Their past betrayal has lead to their current vassalage to their former colony.
Yes… he must add that to the family speech of revenge. Most of the Senators have come from warlord families who carved up Sardinia and Corsica after the Zirilist Eruption for their own gain, reuniting only after the Sassari warlord managed to conquer a third of the island with his own abilities. Fighting over HIS birthright.
Leeches.
He watched the speech further, but his mind was not in the chamber. It is in the future, plotting and tasting the sweet, sweet dish of vengeance.
The restoration of the Fallen Sea Trade injected and turbocharged the Central Seas economies, and every single nation had a prosperous year. From the expanding nations of Iberia and Valyria to the squabbling merchants of the Eastern Seas, the entire region is being tied ever more tightly together by growing ribbons of trade and wealth. Few wars and incidents, however, show that the picture was not perfectly rosy. The undercurrent of strife continues to flow, and always threaten to spill over into reality at any moment…
More disturbing than the areas history as the historic homeland of the War Faiths is in the back of the room and in the senator’s minds, where a Leonese representative sat quietly, back to the wall, observing the proceedings for his distant king. Apparently orders were that the Leonese forces, instead of turning over the conquered land to Caligari, were to annex them instead. The fact that Caligari cut infront of the Leonese in declaring a republic of ALL Sardinia, some fear, has cause them to sign their death warrants.
Only “Prince” Luskan Aiken III, elected Elder Vopulius (possibly corrupted from the Vox Populii of Cytrian Fame) and supposedly of the Ancient and Most Pure bloodline of the Triple Crown scowled instead of celebrated this victory. Only last week he was forced to work with his fellow Younger and Eldest Vopulii in giving away the ancient tile and the queen’s jewels- both of whom claimed by his house- to the passing Leonese King Joan de Calliaro III, who arrived to congratulate them on their victory and to take HIS precious birthright for himself. He yawned as the youngest Vopulius Triskan de Magnalorme- the General who aided in the capture of this very city, continued to wax poetically of the new alliance between the two nations.
“Like two oxen on a plow, like two rowers on a ship, like two horses on a chariot we shall push as one to a brighter future!”
Disgraceful. The Sardican Empire once ruled Leon from what is now called Barcia. Even after the core of the Royal Family- not including himself- and all the major barons perished in Ziril’s Wrath, there was no reason they had to betray his ancestors. Their past betrayal has lead to their current vassalage to their former colony.
Yes… he must add that to the family speech of revenge. Most of the Senators have come from warlord families who carved up Sardinia and Corsica after the Zirilist Eruption for their own gain, reuniting only after the Sassari warlord managed to conquer a third of the island with his own abilities. Fighting over HIS birthright.
Leeches.
He watched the speech further, but his mind was not in the chamber. It is in the future, plotting and tasting the sweet, sweet dish of vengeance.
The restoration of the Fallen Sea Trade injected and turbocharged the Central Seas economies, and every single nation had a prosperous year. From the expanding nations of Iberia and Valyria to the squabbling merchants of the Eastern Seas, the entire region is being tied ever more tightly together by growing ribbons of trade and wealth. Few wars and incidents, however, show that the picture was not perfectly rosy. The undercurrent of strife continues to flow, and always threaten to spill over into reality at any moment…
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The Fall of the Eleventh
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Tyrion Lannister: 20
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Tyrion Lannister: 20
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