stMjMNES1:First Blood
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Ok I wanna do some parts of update right now because I wanna throw a new idea into action, but I need an update out first.
SeNd In ThOsE orDeRs!!!!!!
SeNd In ThOsE orDeRs!!!!!!
North King
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All right, I'll get to work.
Gataz hung by his feet from a beam in empty storehouse outside of Karau Thau. Warm sunlight filtered in through cracks in the wall, spreading golden shadows all over the room.
Holding a new sheet infront of his face, he began to read.
The Koleth shall hunt as a creature in guise of a human. He is a snake creeping ever so slowly towards prey then striking in an instant, without hesitation. He is a tiger, graceful and calm, deadly claws always hidden but ready. He is a bird of prey, omniscient, and sweeping down faster than a man can see to end the live of any target.
One must have weapons, but they are but clubs in the hands of apes if handled improperly. Your weapons are alive, and you must know every facet of their existence- every nick in a blade, every grain of a bow, every curve of a razor disc. Know them and treat them well, and they shall serve you without flaw. Their only mistakes shall be those made by you.
Gataz dropped down from the beam and landed expertly on the straw-strewn floor. In the several months he had studied from the books of the Koleth master, he felt that he had been imbued with the skills of the deceased man. He was learning far faster than he would have ever thought possible.
Gataz shuffled through the yellowed papers. He had now seen everyone. What now would he do? Take Mekaia for his own? The thoughts of him, the farmer's boy turned soldier turned Koleth turned Emperor were beautiful in his mind.
It is believed that fate blew the brief gust of wind through the opening of the storehouse, blowing several sheets of paper from the pile. One landed before the feet of Gataz. He reached down to pick it up.
He had seen it before. In fact, he had read it just moments ago. But he realised that there was something more. He turned around the paper and brushed off some dust. On it was written this:
Now you, young Koleth, are complete in your knowledge. You likely have many things you wish to do. But this is what you must do, to give my death meaning and to save Mekaia. The false Koleth live slothful lives. You must slay their leader, who is the Emperor Fegast, and wake them from their slumber. Seek the heir of Faran, in the city of Kampong Cham. He must be Emperor. Only his wise kin would lead our race to glory. Go now, and meet your destiny.
Gataz got up.
"Meet my destiny..." he thought.
After a few moments pause, he strode out of the room. The master had guided him well so far. Now, he would be tested.
Holding a new sheet infront of his face, he began to read.
The Koleth shall hunt as a creature in guise of a human. He is a snake creeping ever so slowly towards prey then striking in an instant, without hesitation. He is a tiger, graceful and calm, deadly claws always hidden but ready. He is a bird of prey, omniscient, and sweeping down faster than a man can see to end the live of any target.
One must have weapons, but they are but clubs in the hands of apes if handled improperly. Your weapons are alive, and you must know every facet of their existence- every nick in a blade, every grain of a bow, every curve of a razor disc. Know them and treat them well, and they shall serve you without flaw. Their only mistakes shall be those made by you.
Gataz dropped down from the beam and landed expertly on the straw-strewn floor. In the several months he had studied from the books of the Koleth master, he felt that he had been imbued with the skills of the deceased man. He was learning far faster than he would have ever thought possible.
Gataz shuffled through the yellowed papers. He had now seen everyone. What now would he do? Take Mekaia for his own? The thoughts of him, the farmer's boy turned soldier turned Koleth turned Emperor were beautiful in his mind.
It is believed that fate blew the brief gust of wind through the opening of the storehouse, blowing several sheets of paper from the pile. One landed before the feet of Gataz. He reached down to pick it up.
He had seen it before. In fact, he had read it just moments ago. But he realised that there was something more. He turned around the paper and brushed off some dust. On it was written this:
Now you, young Koleth, are complete in your knowledge. You likely have many things you wish to do. But this is what you must do, to give my death meaning and to save Mekaia. The false Koleth live slothful lives. You must slay their leader, who is the Emperor Fegast, and wake them from their slumber. Seek the heir of Faran, in the city of Kampong Cham. He must be Emperor. Only his wise kin would lead our race to glory. Go now, and meet your destiny.
Gataz got up.
"Meet my destiny..." he thought.
After a few moments pause, he strode out of the room. The master had guided him well so far. Now, he would be tested.
Swiss Bezerker
Emperor
IT, i have plans to bring glory to the vandals....
tommy_toon
Emperor
IT, need to finish this Chinese War and teach the steppe tribes not to mess with me. I sent orders, right?
MjM
Deity
Yes Yes you did.
MjM
Deity
Uhh Iggy, you dont get an extra point, you get one total for this turn only.
Okay, then forget the second thing in my spending, as it said in my orders. If it didn't say that in my orders, just do what the first spending point was spent on.
Man, you're really struggling to hold my nation down, aren't you.
Man, you're really struggling to hold my nation down, aren't you.
MjM
Deity
Ok, since I got a craptastical amount of orders for deadline day (1 AYAYYAYAYAYYAY) extension to deadline. He who doesnt send orders by 3PM tomorrow shall have his nation litterally f***** over.
MjM
Deity
Look in members list, sort by postcount, find yourself, your in the 400 top proably.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
I'm sure I already sent in orders? 
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Did you do an update while I wasn't watching?? I sent orders Jan 05 and I have my Sentbox of PMs to prove it.
MjM
Deity
erez87 said:
Get that in PM form please. And I know some of you sent, slightly more than half, but I gave people a little more time. If they dont send then they wont be happy.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
King Hialcha Barca lay dying surrounded by his family. A King of a mighty nation dying in peace with the future bright would be the envy of many less fortunate rulers. Resting in a splendid canopy of a bed he said his final words and issued his final orders.
“Nohamma shall succeed me, will anyone of you challenge me? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
None answered only bowing their heads as a sign of acceptance to their dying father. Nohamma stepped up and kneeled before his father to receive his last words of guidance.
“My son, it is a new era of Carthage. Our lands *cough* stretch from the Pillar of Atlas to Cyrencia near the border of Egypt. Our navy is uncontested in strength. Many nations are envious of us *wheeze* and you must defend what I have gained through the sword and cause the people to embrace us. *voice weakens* Make me proud…”
King Hialcha Barca died, leaving Carthage to his son the Conqueror of Morocco King.
A grand Ceremony with nearly all of Carthage in attendance in the forum square where a platform had been elevated with soldiers and the dragon guard in defense positions. Entertainers and food stalls were obvious everywhere where the people had come to see their new ruler.
When the Royal Sedan Chair arrived with escorts everyone watched intently to see their new ruler when he stepped out. When he did, all they saw was a military officer, a General no doubt, but the design of the uniform was familiar. A king not prone to extravagance was good after all. With his soldiers he walked up the platform and kneeled in front of the Mahwi of the Church of Carthage.
The Coronation Ceremony had begin…
“By the Grace of Baal and our victorious armies have allowed us to seize control of All Sicily. You are King of Sicily.” With that, the Mahwi placed upon the General a crown intricately carved made of silver.
“By the Grace of Baal and the brillance of Carthage you rule all of Libya. You are King of Libya.” The Mahwi put upon the Generals finger a ring made of glass.
“By the Grace of Baal and his almighty Legions Morocco is no more and is now Carthage. You are King of Morocco.” With that the crown of Morocco made of pure gold was placed upon his head.
“By the Might of Our Armies and Navies with the Protection of Baal, Carthage is an Empire spanning great lands. You are Emperor of Carthage!” Upon this declaration, 2 Dragon Guards brought to the platform a purple robe representing royalty, a scepter and a magnificent crown. The Mahwi bowed to the Emperor, and proclaimed:
“All Hail the Emperor! Long Live Carthage!”
“Nohamma shall succeed me, will anyone of you challenge me? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
None answered only bowing their heads as a sign of acceptance to their dying father. Nohamma stepped up and kneeled before his father to receive his last words of guidance.
“My son, it is a new era of Carthage. Our lands *cough* stretch from the Pillar of Atlas to Cyrencia near the border of Egypt. Our navy is uncontested in strength. Many nations are envious of us *wheeze* and you must defend what I have gained through the sword and cause the people to embrace us. *voice weakens* Make me proud…”
King Hialcha Barca died, leaving Carthage to his son the Conqueror of Morocco King.
A grand Ceremony with nearly all of Carthage in attendance in the forum square where a platform had been elevated with soldiers and the dragon guard in defense positions. Entertainers and food stalls were obvious everywhere where the people had come to see their new ruler.
When the Royal Sedan Chair arrived with escorts everyone watched intently to see their new ruler when he stepped out. When he did, all they saw was a military officer, a General no doubt, but the design of the uniform was familiar. A king not prone to extravagance was good after all. With his soldiers he walked up the platform and kneeled in front of the Mahwi of the Church of Carthage.
The Coronation Ceremony had begin…
“By the Grace of Baal and our victorious armies have allowed us to seize control of All Sicily. You are King of Sicily.” With that, the Mahwi placed upon the General a crown intricately carved made of silver.
“By the Grace of Baal and the brillance of Carthage you rule all of Libya. You are King of Libya.” The Mahwi put upon the Generals finger a ring made of glass.
“By the Grace of Baal and his almighty Legions Morocco is no more and is now Carthage. You are King of Morocco.” With that the crown of Morocco made of pure gold was placed upon his head.
“By the Might of Our Armies and Navies with the Protection of Baal, Carthage is an Empire spanning great lands. You are Emperor of Carthage!” Upon this declaration, 2 Dragon Guards brought to the platform a purple robe representing royalty, a scepter and a magnificent crown. The Mahwi bowed to the Emperor, and proclaimed:
“All Hail the Emperor! Long Live Carthage!”
Heavy rain and winds pelted the buildings of Karau Thau. The people had all taken shelter. Everyone but one.
Gataz strode along the courtyard infront of the Imperial Palace. It was completely empty of all movement, save small streams of water flowing over the stony streets.
He stepped up the long stairway, and pushed the door open. Two guards blocked his way.
"You weren't called for here." said one of them in an annoyed voice.
"I know." replied Gataz, "Let me in, or I'll ask the guy behind you."
"Forget it! What guy?" They both turned their heads. Gataz threw two knives. The guards collapsed. Pulling the blades from their knecks, Gataz creapt along the side of the room.
The next room was empty. But there were sounds from the next room down the hall. Gataz creapt to the entrance. He looked in. Sitting on the throne was a huge man, who Gataz knew to be Fegast, Emperor of Mekaia. This was the man who had nearly destroyed the Koleth. The man who had attempted to extinguish the flame of Mekaia. The man who was about to feel the blade of the last true Koleth.
Gataz could throw a knife from here. But Fegast needed more than that. He needed to show the Emperor just how big a mistake he had made in betraying his nation.
He stepped out into the open. The room fell silent.
"Sieze him!" shouted one guard. 3 charged at him, drawing their swords. Gataz calmly pulled his blade from his robe. Just before the three attackers met him, he dove to the floor, slid beneath them, and leapt back up. He swung his blade, and one guard fell decapitated. Surprised, the other two spun around and attacked Gataz. Fending off one sword with his, he kicked the second guard squarely in the gut. The man fell down, wheezing. Gataz grabbed the sword arm of his remaining attacker. He stabbed him, pulled the blade out, and threw it into the guard just rising from the floor.
"Fegast!" Gataz shouted, "Betrayer of the Koleth! For trying to end the group most important to the might of Mekaia, and for killing those Koleth who didn't support you, I sentence you to death by my blade! Will you face me, or will I end your life as you sit on your precious throne?"
The coprulent Fegast rose, and pulled a vicious looking flail from the side of his throne.
"Worm! The Koleth fought hard for the throne of Mekaia. We are taking what we deserve!"
"The Koleth were given what we deserve! The riches of those who we vanquish! But you insisted on laying down on the support of the masses, and letting your country start to collapse!"
"Fool!" roared Fegast, "You know nothing of this! Guards!" The huge man swung at Gataz with his flail.
"I think I've finished them all off." said Gataz, ducking under Fegast's swing.
He made a stab at the Emperor of Mekaia. The flail hit his dagger, and it flew off into a corner of the room.
"Hah!" Fegast swung at Gataz, who dove backwards and crashed hard into the wall.
Fegast approached. He prepared for a final swing-
Gataz' eyes opened. He thought desperately of what could save him. He felt something sharp in a pocket-
The flail began its descent-
Gataz flung a shiny piece of metal-
Fegast gasped. The flail dropped. He looked down. Gataz' throwing knife was stuck deep in his chest.
Saying nothing, the Emperor of Mekaia fell to the ground. Gataz reached for the crown of the dead man. Then he remembered the last words of the man who had taught him everything about the Koleth:
Now you, young Koleth, are complete in your knowledge. You likely have many things you wish to do. But this is what you must do, to give my death meaning and to save Mekaia. The false Koleth live slothful lives. You must slay their leader, who is the Emperor Fegast, and wake them from their slumber. Seek the heir of Faran, in the city of Kampong Cham. He must be Emperor. Only his wise kin would lead our race to glory. Go now, and meet your destiny.
Gataz nodded. Taking the crown, he calmly left the palace, and walked back out into the storm.
After the defeat of Fegast, Gataz sought out Dazgad, son of Faran and thus rightful heir to the crown of Mekaia. After Dazgad's ascent to the throne, Gataz proceeded to search down every Koleth and give them a choice. Return to their old ways, or die. While many fought, many also rejoined the ranks of the Koleth. The way of the Koleth was restored.
Gataz strode along the courtyard infront of the Imperial Palace. It was completely empty of all movement, save small streams of water flowing over the stony streets.
He stepped up the long stairway, and pushed the door open. Two guards blocked his way.
"You weren't called for here." said one of them in an annoyed voice.
"I know." replied Gataz, "Let me in, or I'll ask the guy behind you."
"Forget it! What guy?" They both turned their heads. Gataz threw two knives. The guards collapsed. Pulling the blades from their knecks, Gataz creapt along the side of the room.
The next room was empty. But there were sounds from the next room down the hall. Gataz creapt to the entrance. He looked in. Sitting on the throne was a huge man, who Gataz knew to be Fegast, Emperor of Mekaia. This was the man who had nearly destroyed the Koleth. The man who had attempted to extinguish the flame of Mekaia. The man who was about to feel the blade of the last true Koleth.
Gataz could throw a knife from here. But Fegast needed more than that. He needed to show the Emperor just how big a mistake he had made in betraying his nation.
He stepped out into the open. The room fell silent.
"Sieze him!" shouted one guard. 3 charged at him, drawing their swords. Gataz calmly pulled his blade from his robe. Just before the three attackers met him, he dove to the floor, slid beneath them, and leapt back up. He swung his blade, and one guard fell decapitated. Surprised, the other two spun around and attacked Gataz. Fending off one sword with his, he kicked the second guard squarely in the gut. The man fell down, wheezing. Gataz grabbed the sword arm of his remaining attacker. He stabbed him, pulled the blade out, and threw it into the guard just rising from the floor.
"Fegast!" Gataz shouted, "Betrayer of the Koleth! For trying to end the group most important to the might of Mekaia, and for killing those Koleth who didn't support you, I sentence you to death by my blade! Will you face me, or will I end your life as you sit on your precious throne?"
The coprulent Fegast rose, and pulled a vicious looking flail from the side of his throne.
"Worm! The Koleth fought hard for the throne of Mekaia. We are taking what we deserve!"
"The Koleth were given what we deserve! The riches of those who we vanquish! But you insisted on laying down on the support of the masses, and letting your country start to collapse!"
"Fool!" roared Fegast, "You know nothing of this! Guards!" The huge man swung at Gataz with his flail.
"I think I've finished them all off." said Gataz, ducking under Fegast's swing.
He made a stab at the Emperor of Mekaia. The flail hit his dagger, and it flew off into a corner of the room.
"Hah!" Fegast swung at Gataz, who dove backwards and crashed hard into the wall.
Fegast approached. He prepared for a final swing-
Gataz' eyes opened. He thought desperately of what could save him. He felt something sharp in a pocket-
The flail began its descent-
Gataz flung a shiny piece of metal-
Fegast gasped. The flail dropped. He looked down. Gataz' throwing knife was stuck deep in his chest.
Saying nothing, the Emperor of Mekaia fell to the ground. Gataz reached for the crown of the dead man. Then he remembered the last words of the man who had taught him everything about the Koleth:
Now you, young Koleth, are complete in your knowledge. You likely have many things you wish to do. But this is what you must do, to give my death meaning and to save Mekaia. The false Koleth live slothful lives. You must slay their leader, who is the Emperor Fegast, and wake them from their slumber. Seek the heir of Faran, in the city of Kampong Cham. He must be Emperor. Only his wise kin would lead our race to glory. Go now, and meet your destiny.
Gataz nodded. Taking the crown, he calmly left the palace, and walked back out into the storm.
After the defeat of Fegast, Gataz sought out Dazgad, son of Faran and thus rightful heir to the crown of Mekaia. After Dazgad's ascent to the throne, Gataz proceeded to search down every Koleth and give them a choice. Return to their old ways, or die. While many fought, many also rejoined the ranks of the Koleth. The way of the Koleth was restored.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
The senators were gathered in the Senate Chamber. La Sennato had been in existence since since the founding of La Reppublica di Calabria. Now, once again, the senators were gathered to decide the new face of Calabria, the new Consul of La Reppublica.
Men from every corner of the republic were present. Seated in the great rotunda upon the cushioned marble pews were the great men of Calabria. Sidratamos Biandio of Bassilicata, Nerefastus Trianto of Illyria, Erivedimus Sartrius of Iberia, and Cromianto Fiomorana of La Regioni Calabria itself among the many men. It had been many decades since the senate had last met to name a consul, senators had come and gone in that time and only a few were left from the naming of Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare, but that only hightened the anticipation.
It had been one month to the day since Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare "the Victorious" had passed. Barely enough time to get the senators in from all of the colonies, a couple had not even slept a night or eaten a meal before sesion was called. Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare's grave was still visited by waves of remoursers every day, he had reigned longer than any consul before him. He is remembered for his greatly exonerated victories over the Carthaginians in Sardinia, his signing of the Treaty of Zaragoza with the Carthaginians, and most of all his spectacular capaign against the Thessalians to liberate La Regioni Calabria and Catarzarro.
But that was the past. The prospect facing the senators now was to pick the replacement for Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare, someone who would carry on his great legacy. And so, the senators began the debate.
"Senators, a strong man is required. Someone who is young but knows the art of war. Someone who can finish off the Thessalians and allow us to return to the life of our forfathers, a life of peace and trade. I beg you to vote for Sidratamos Biandos of Biassilicata. He is a man who himself fought in the war to regain La Regioni Calabria, but he is still young enought to invigorate the troops and people with the need to fight on. He has the spirit of the lion in him, he will be good." said Senator Dracmus Gratorta, one of the most senior senators present and a man who's endorsment could mean an easy victory. He himself had nominated Consul Iatusmo Diatlo and was one of the few senators still around form that time. In fact, there were many political rivals just waiting for the man's age to finally catch up with him so that they would have one less thing to worry about in Senate.
"Nay, Senator Sidratamos Biandos is a good man but no material for consul. He is not smart enough, not clever enough, and does not have enough experience. Senator Cromianto Fiomorano is the man for the job. He has had much more experience, andyet is of the same age. He was educated by the philosophers from the age of 4 and can read and speak all the languages of La Reppublica as well as Carthaginian and Moroccan. He knows the ways of war and his men trust him. I say that we make him our consul, for now may be a time of war but better days are coming." said Senator Lagrotisor Handriprito, a former Sicilian senator who fled to Iberia and had become vastly wealthy from entrepeneurship in the region. He returned to Senate as a senator from Iberia and has regained his old political clout as one of the most respected politicians.
These two speeches, in fact, reflected the rest of the debate. The Bassilicatan and the regional Calabrian were the only real contenders. One drew support from his backer's great political support, the other from his backers clout but also his own means. As the week wore on the debate grew more heated until the last day of debates, Friday. At the end of the day the debates ended with neither side seeming to make any headway. However, the following day, the Senate gathered to cast their votes. With an astouding and unprescedented margin of victory the position of consul was won. A week later the coronation would take place, but even now he could bear the new title Consul Cromianto Fiomoranto Bellamare.
Men from every corner of the republic were present. Seated in the great rotunda upon the cushioned marble pews were the great men of Calabria. Sidratamos Biandio of Bassilicata, Nerefastus Trianto of Illyria, Erivedimus Sartrius of Iberia, and Cromianto Fiomorana of La Regioni Calabria itself among the many men. It had been many decades since the senate had last met to name a consul, senators had come and gone in that time and only a few were left from the naming of Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare, but that only hightened the anticipation.
It had been one month to the day since Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare "the Victorious" had passed. Barely enough time to get the senators in from all of the colonies, a couple had not even slept a night or eaten a meal before sesion was called. Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare's grave was still visited by waves of remoursers every day, he had reigned longer than any consul before him. He is remembered for his greatly exonerated victories over the Carthaginians in Sardinia, his signing of the Treaty of Zaragoza with the Carthaginians, and most of all his spectacular capaign against the Thessalians to liberate La Regioni Calabria and Catarzarro.
But that was the past. The prospect facing the senators now was to pick the replacement for Consul Iatusmo Diatlo Bellamare, someone who would carry on his great legacy. And so, the senators began the debate.
"Senators, a strong man is required. Someone who is young but knows the art of war. Someone who can finish off the Thessalians and allow us to return to the life of our forfathers, a life of peace and trade. I beg you to vote for Sidratamos Biandos of Biassilicata. He is a man who himself fought in the war to regain La Regioni Calabria, but he is still young enought to invigorate the troops and people with the need to fight on. He has the spirit of the lion in him, he will be good." said Senator Dracmus Gratorta, one of the most senior senators present and a man who's endorsment could mean an easy victory. He himself had nominated Consul Iatusmo Diatlo and was one of the few senators still around form that time. In fact, there were many political rivals just waiting for the man's age to finally catch up with him so that they would have one less thing to worry about in Senate.
"Nay, Senator Sidratamos Biandos is a good man but no material for consul. He is not smart enough, not clever enough, and does not have enough experience. Senator Cromianto Fiomorano is the man for the job. He has had much more experience, andyet is of the same age. He was educated by the philosophers from the age of 4 and can read and speak all the languages of La Reppublica as well as Carthaginian and Moroccan. He knows the ways of war and his men trust him. I say that we make him our consul, for now may be a time of war but better days are coming." said Senator Lagrotisor Handriprito, a former Sicilian senator who fled to Iberia and had become vastly wealthy from entrepeneurship in the region. He returned to Senate as a senator from Iberia and has regained his old political clout as one of the most respected politicians.
These two speeches, in fact, reflected the rest of the debate. The Bassilicatan and the regional Calabrian were the only real contenders. One drew support from his backer's great political support, the other from his backers clout but also his own means. As the week wore on the debate grew more heated until the last day of debates, Friday. At the end of the day the debates ended with neither side seeming to make any headway. However, the following day, the Senate gathered to cast their votes. With an astouding and unprescedented margin of victory the position of consul was won. A week later the coronation would take place, but even now he could bear the new title Consul Cromianto Fiomoranto Bellamare.
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