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btw, your in the artic games? What sport do you play?
Kentharu
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orders AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY 
Vasso gazed down at his apprentice, Tislan.
"When you hold the spear of the Narada, you will likely not fight with it close to you. It's great power at range, and our regular forces will most likely kill all enemies before they can get close."
Vasso pulled one of the numerous spears tied to his back off and held it above him, at the ready. Tislan did the same.
"Good. Now try this."
Vasso leaned far back, and fired the spear forward. It arced through the air, and imbedded itself into the wooden target further down the hill.
"Good shot sir."
"Thank you. Now, you try."
Tislan flung his spear, immitating his instructor. It wobbled but stayed straight, and landed a few meters away from the target.
"A respectable shot. Now for your next test. Pick up your shield and close your eyes."
Tislan picked his round shield off the ground and held it at the ready. Varras jogged off with a spear. Tislan stood, eyes squeezed shut.
"Look!" came a shout from behind.
Tislan's eyes opened instantly. He spun around, holding up his shield. For a split second he saw the spear. Then it clattered off his shield. Tislan picked up the spear and added it to those already on his back.
"Nice work boy! You're progressing very well! That should be all for today. Before long, I expect you'll be fighting side by side with our mighty Narada on the Armodos front."
"Thank you sir." Tislan placed his spears onto a nearby rack, and began the walk back to the barracks, his mentor right behind him.
"When you hold the spear of the Narada, you will likely not fight with it close to you. It's great power at range, and our regular forces will most likely kill all enemies before they can get close."
Vasso pulled one of the numerous spears tied to his back off and held it above him, at the ready. Tislan did the same.
"Good. Now try this."
Vasso leaned far back, and fired the spear forward. It arced through the air, and imbedded itself into the wooden target further down the hill.
"Good shot sir."
"Thank you. Now, you try."
Tislan flung his spear, immitating his instructor. It wobbled but stayed straight, and landed a few meters away from the target.
"A respectable shot. Now for your next test. Pick up your shield and close your eyes."
Tislan picked his round shield off the ground and held it at the ready. Varras jogged off with a spear. Tislan stood, eyes squeezed shut.
"Look!" came a shout from behind.
Tislan's eyes opened instantly. He spun around, holding up his shield. For a split second he saw the spear. Then it clattered off his shield. Tislan picked up the spear and added it to those already on his back.
"Nice work boy! You're progressing very well! That should be all for today. Before long, I expect you'll be fighting side by side with our mighty Narada on the Armodos front."
"Thank you sir." Tislan placed his spears onto a nearby rack, and began the walk back to the barracks, his mentor right behind him.
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Orders sent. Let's see if I can type up a story without falling asleep at the keyboard.
Kentharu
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you are feeling sleeeeepy NK sooo very sleepy
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I am the Geishmal. Ours is a life of service. Of service to gods and men alike, to light and dark, to fire and rain. Ours is service to the earth and to the sky, to the sea. Ours is service to the unknown, the impenetrable, the blackness of death. And this is my fate; to forever serve.
The gods did not put me here to ease through life. They put me here to serve, and as they have granted me life, so I shall serve. I am the fifth of my line. Only known as Five Geishmal. The name I was born with does not matter, nor has it mattered for any of us; we are the Geishmal. Ours is not to be recorded in the history books, to be remembered through all times as the names our parents gave us. Ours is to shepherd humanity.
Thirty long years had I waited, after the priests chose me from thousands of young boys. Thirty years of observing the Geishmalae who had come before. Three Geishmal and Four Geishmal. They and I shared a relationship, as any Geishmalae do between each other. A relationship built on trust, I suppose, since there was little else to go on. Trust between us, in each other, in the priests, and in the gods. For if we cannot trust the gods, who can we trust?
I strike two flints, and a fire starts in my hearth. It is a cold night, unusually cold. Perhaps its just cold; perhaps Im merely going mad with loneliness. It is a sadly quiet existence. Secluded on a hilltop, miles from the capital. Here I make my dreams into plans. Here I conceive of what a nation were to do. Here I give the gods will on earth.
I am secluded here. There are Sacred Virgins of the Faith who attend to my needs. They are the purest. Only they can set foot in my home. They are the only ones who I see, day or night. Contact with men is... not forbidden. More self-forbidden than anything else. Tradition. Well, except for the new Geishmal, Six Geishmal to take my place, who watches me with the innocence of a child. The others, they are all women, swathed in white. It is rumored that Two Geishmal took advantage of their virginity, and made three of them big with child. Rumored only, I know not if it is true; that was nearly a hundred years ago in any case.
I ponder a map by the hearth. It is a carefully carved one. Carved with the greatest of care by our best artisans under the directions of our nobles, into a slab of basalt large enough to seat a family around. I can walk on this map. I do just that, walking across it. The soft slippers that I wear scuff the basalt ever so slightly. Scraping against the rock. I kneel on it, examining a detail.
Yes, yes. I think I have it. I think Ive got it.
I rise rapidly, and find a Sacred Virgin of the Faith to take my message. She will relay it, with her amazing memory, to the men who are stationed at the gate of my world. And they will relay it to the world beyond. Such is the way of the Geishmal.
The gods did not put me here to ease through life. They put me here to serve, and as they have granted me life, so I shall serve. I am the fifth of my line. Only known as Five Geishmal. The name I was born with does not matter, nor has it mattered for any of us; we are the Geishmal. Ours is not to be recorded in the history books, to be remembered through all times as the names our parents gave us. Ours is to shepherd humanity.
Thirty long years had I waited, after the priests chose me from thousands of young boys. Thirty years of observing the Geishmalae who had come before. Three Geishmal and Four Geishmal. They and I shared a relationship, as any Geishmalae do between each other. A relationship built on trust, I suppose, since there was little else to go on. Trust between us, in each other, in the priests, and in the gods. For if we cannot trust the gods, who can we trust?
I strike two flints, and a fire starts in my hearth. It is a cold night, unusually cold. Perhaps its just cold; perhaps Im merely going mad with loneliness. It is a sadly quiet existence. Secluded on a hilltop, miles from the capital. Here I make my dreams into plans. Here I conceive of what a nation were to do. Here I give the gods will on earth.
I am secluded here. There are Sacred Virgins of the Faith who attend to my needs. They are the purest. Only they can set foot in my home. They are the only ones who I see, day or night. Contact with men is... not forbidden. More self-forbidden than anything else. Tradition. Well, except for the new Geishmal, Six Geishmal to take my place, who watches me with the innocence of a child. The others, they are all women, swathed in white. It is rumored that Two Geishmal took advantage of their virginity, and made three of them big with child. Rumored only, I know not if it is true; that was nearly a hundred years ago in any case.
I ponder a map by the hearth. It is a carefully carved one. Carved with the greatest of care by our best artisans under the directions of our nobles, into a slab of basalt large enough to seat a family around. I can walk on this map. I do just that, walking across it. The soft slippers that I wear scuff the basalt ever so slightly. Scraping against the rock. I kneel on it, examining a detail.
Yes, yes. I think I have it. I think Ive got it.
I rise rapidly, and find a Sacred Virgin of the Faith to take my message. She will relay it, with her amazing memory, to the men who are stationed at the gate of my world. And they will relay it to the world beyond. Such is the way of the Geishmal.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
i suck at hypnosis 
awesome story NK
awesome story NK
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Lurker's comment: Mjm actually considered reviving his first nes last night since he said you guys aren't doing anything interesting 
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Um... Once I crush the life out of the Suri'Ati, I'll get to more interesting pursuits... 
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Five Geishmal is dead. Or at least, nearly so. It doesnt matter how dead or not he might be; I, Six Geishmal, will be taking the throne soon. Perhaps sooner rather than later. Poison would do well to eliminate Five Geishmal, I think. Poison. Its not the cleanest of ways to kill someone, no. Nor is it honorable, in any sense of the word. But I feel as though it were necessary. While Five Geishmal has not hurt our nation, no, not yet... he is not really helping it, either. And this nation needs a strong hand.
He has told me his plan, yes. It seems good, intelligent. But he will not direct it, only order it out. Herein lies the fault of the Geishmal. We are a cloistered people, living in our high house, and completely cut off from the world. We inspire no loyalty among our friends, nor dread among our foes. Perhaps this is the way of the Geishmal, but it is not my way.
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Regime change. Such a simple phrase, for something so drastic. Five Geishmal lies dead in his bed, his muscles cramped, with a grimace on his face. His unmoving eyes are wrenched shut, contorted in pain. All around, the Virgins pray, pray to the rain god, to see him over the lake that is the afterlife, to have him shepherded safely to the clouded lands. He was not the best of men in life, but he devoted his life to service, and so he shall, if he comes again.
And here I stand, watching them pray, as they mourn quietly by his stone bed. And it dawns upon me. I am Six Geishmal, and now is my time to rule. And I will not make the same mistakes as my predecessor. And I will rule with a strong hand. And I will lead the Shaitae to victory.
I make my plans already, as I contemplate the dead body of Five Geishmal. This Geishmal will not be cloistered. This Geishmal will not direct armies from an ivory tower. This may not be the way of the Geishmal; so be it. This Geishmal will not follow the way of the Geishmal.
I am Geishmal Tadisha Seji, sixth of the Geishmalae. Breaker of Tradition. Breaker of the old order. The prophet of the gods. And this is my rule.
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It has been a long and arduous journey to the frontline. I will not reminisce about it, for that would take undue amounts of time from the matter at hand. I walk with the troops, meandering through the columns, talking to soldiers on the march. I gauge their morale as best I can, and encourage them. On dark nights in the encampments, I practice at swordplay with them.
Some of the priests are angry with me, I know. For I did not stay in the elaborate hillside palace of the Geishmalae, but instead, actually did something. This is a new threat to their dominance. They are used to implementing the orders of the Geishmal. It is an easy way to wield power and yet not take the blame. But now, they have lost their power, for the warrior prophet has broken traditions. That is, I.
The troops seem in high spirits. More so than I would have thought. I have overseen promotions of the ones who are promising. I have ensured we are not an elitist army; the simple soldiers often have as good a gauge on how the war is going as the arrogant priests. Perhaps it will be time to remove the priests wholesale, for they add nothing to our nation. But that is a dream for another time, a dream for when we can end this war.
I have received no signs from the gods, to be sure, but the soothsayers say that our chances are good. And I dont need some crackpot who claims to talk to the gods to tell me that. I have more than the enemy, I am certain. In this army alone, I have over eight thousand. In another army, there are other thousands who march to do battle with the enemy. The enemy cannot have scarcely more than six thousand in their entire army, and that would be straining their resources.
Our deals are paying off. Our plans are grinding into action. Our hopes and our dreams will come true, and soon, we shall be at the gates of the enemys capital. Soon, the heathens will fall. Soon, our people will grow to new heights. The old order falls, the new comes.
He has told me his plan, yes. It seems good, intelligent. But he will not direct it, only order it out. Herein lies the fault of the Geishmal. We are a cloistered people, living in our high house, and completely cut off from the world. We inspire no loyalty among our friends, nor dread among our foes. Perhaps this is the way of the Geishmal, but it is not my way.
******************
Regime change. Such a simple phrase, for something so drastic. Five Geishmal lies dead in his bed, his muscles cramped, with a grimace on his face. His unmoving eyes are wrenched shut, contorted in pain. All around, the Virgins pray, pray to the rain god, to see him over the lake that is the afterlife, to have him shepherded safely to the clouded lands. He was not the best of men in life, but he devoted his life to service, and so he shall, if he comes again.
And here I stand, watching them pray, as they mourn quietly by his stone bed. And it dawns upon me. I am Six Geishmal, and now is my time to rule. And I will not make the same mistakes as my predecessor. And I will rule with a strong hand. And I will lead the Shaitae to victory.
I make my plans already, as I contemplate the dead body of Five Geishmal. This Geishmal will not be cloistered. This Geishmal will not direct armies from an ivory tower. This may not be the way of the Geishmal; so be it. This Geishmal will not follow the way of the Geishmal.
I am Geishmal Tadisha Seji, sixth of the Geishmalae. Breaker of Tradition. Breaker of the old order. The prophet of the gods. And this is my rule.
******************
It has been a long and arduous journey to the frontline. I will not reminisce about it, for that would take undue amounts of time from the matter at hand. I walk with the troops, meandering through the columns, talking to soldiers on the march. I gauge their morale as best I can, and encourage them. On dark nights in the encampments, I practice at swordplay with them.
Some of the priests are angry with me, I know. For I did not stay in the elaborate hillside palace of the Geishmalae, but instead, actually did something. This is a new threat to their dominance. They are used to implementing the orders of the Geishmal. It is an easy way to wield power and yet not take the blame. But now, they have lost their power, for the warrior prophet has broken traditions. That is, I.
The troops seem in high spirits. More so than I would have thought. I have overseen promotions of the ones who are promising. I have ensured we are not an elitist army; the simple soldiers often have as good a gauge on how the war is going as the arrogant priests. Perhaps it will be time to remove the priests wholesale, for they add nothing to our nation. But that is a dream for another time, a dream for when we can end this war.
I have received no signs from the gods, to be sure, but the soothsayers say that our chances are good. And I dont need some crackpot who claims to talk to the gods to tell me that. I have more than the enemy, I am certain. In this army alone, I have over eight thousand. In another army, there are other thousands who march to do battle with the enemy. The enemy cannot have scarcely more than six thousand in their entire army, and that would be straining their resources.
Our deals are paying off. Our plans are grinding into action. Our hopes and our dreams will come true, and soon, we shall be at the gates of the enemys capital. Soon, the heathens will fall. Soon, our people will grow to new heights. The old order falls, the new comes.
MjM
Deity
Goodie, stories!
Update today at some time or another.
Update today at some time or another.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I hope that means "in the morning" for me. 
MjM
Deity
Proabably. Like 10ish or so for me.
MjM
Deity
Didnt you say you may have internet? Oh yes and good luck.
I suppose you get to miss school to?
I suppose you get to miss school to?
I'm going to be gone for a week to the Arctic Winter Games, and may not have internet access. Please temporarily NPC me. If I have an internet connection tomorrow, I'll post say so and you can forget the NPCing. If it turns out that I don't have an internet connection, temporarily NPC me.
Although I think I've already sent orders. But if you don't have them, NPC away. Be smart.
Although I think I've already sent orders. But if you don't have them, NPC away. Be smart.
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