Symphony D.
Deity
Decloak: If I might suggest the title of "Daisekitsui Keikoku" ("Big Backbone Government"), it seems appropriate to the state of affairs at the moment. 
The pre-AFSNES I.
- Thread starter das
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Yes I got your PM, and I'm writing a response to it, as well as orders. Hopefully and probably you'll have them tonight. They'll be in before the deadline at any rate.
das
Regeneration In Process
What I mean is, did they recycle her name for a shorter title, or is it implied that she rules on from beyond the grave?
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Death and Rebirth
One summer evening, lying wounded under the shade of a tree, I watch as the High King’s army disintegrates and scatters like a herd of startled deer, while the steel lines of Hessonians march steadily onward - stopping for nothing, just like the sun and moon moving through the sky…
Maybe we should have fought more like those greeks did. Or maybe we tried to fight too much like them. Maybe we would have won if those traitorous warlords had not rebelled against their king and deprived us of their men. Though, I can’t help but feel that none of that would have done any good. It seems that the gods have simply turned against us for our complacency and greed.
Around a hundred years ago, so they say, my great-great grandfather had fought in Italy. I remember listening the tales as a child. Things must have been very different then. It was a time when the lands of the High King stretched further than ever before. The time when the old lands of Odrys were first reunited with the greater land, and countless other tribes swore fealty.
In those days a great army was gathered to march with the greeks through Illyria and into Italia. They set out with high hopes and dreams of glory. It is said they fought as fearlessly and as gallantly as any men before or since. It was the great adventure of the age. Yet, in the end, they returned with little more than exaggerated tales. The great march became just another footnote of history, lost amidst the countless wars and battles that still echo across the face of the world.
And so the glory of Thrace faded once again. Now the confidence and honour of our warriors has been shattered by the defeats suffered at the hands of the invincible Hessonians. Soon the royal stronghold of Akruna itself will be under threat. In the wake of the invasions, many of our peoples have been shamed by fleeing from their homes - or worse, by submitting to foreign rule.
Now I am one of those without land and without honour. Olek the elder, of the tribe of Udyr. A young warrior of noble birth, but of no noble deeds. Wounded and defeated, I abandoned my village and homeland to save my life. I would have given myself to the battle, I tell myself, I would have joined the crazy shields and red men, if it had been an honourable day, one worth dying for. But I would not die for such a disgraceful and disgusting rout. So, instead, I crawled away like a cowardly worm…
Meanwhile the outer tribes turn on the High King, and even turn against each other. Even the leaders of the once-sacred warrior cults are involving themselves in the plotting. And there are whispers of more foreign invaders approaching from the north. Now I drift through the crumbling remains of the kingdom - still sick from my wounds, but suffering worse from my shame. I drift from place to place, searching for some kind of hope, or redemption. Far from rallying together, the chieftains and warlords squabble amongst themselves. Unite? They couldn’t agree on the colour of muck!
There is so much frustration and distress in these lands. But I can feel something great and noble still remains hidden, waiting to manifest itself in some future generation. Somehow, someday, this land and its people are destined for greatness. If only there was somebody to rescue us from these dark days!
Night falls as I wander through the wilderness, still searching for my lost soul. I stop by a sacred pond dedicated to the goddess Dyona, mistress of the moon. As it happens, it is a suitably full-moon-lit night. I pause to look at my faint reflection in the water. For a moment, I have a strange vision – I see myself leading a great body of men in a ferocious battle. Me?
I come to my senses. Hunger and tiredness conspire against me. Either that or Dyona wishes to mock me. I hurry away into the night.
Centuries later, a scribe in some foreign land begins to translate a record of a rallying speech, spoken by a noble Thracian leader at the onset of some long-forgotten battle. As he translates, the scribe exaggerates that which has already been exaggerated and mis-translated several times. Yet, perhaps, in the words he now writes, some remnant of original truth remains…
OOC: if you want a piece of Thrace bring it on, im going braveheart stylee on yo ass!
edit: @das, orders sent, twice over for good measure! (my connection hung the first time, i had to dial up again, didn't know it had sent
)
One summer evening, lying wounded under the shade of a tree, I watch as the High King’s army disintegrates and scatters like a herd of startled deer, while the steel lines of Hessonians march steadily onward - stopping for nothing, just like the sun and moon moving through the sky…
Maybe we should have fought more like those greeks did. Or maybe we tried to fight too much like them. Maybe we would have won if those traitorous warlords had not rebelled against their king and deprived us of their men. Though, I can’t help but feel that none of that would have done any good. It seems that the gods have simply turned against us for our complacency and greed.
Around a hundred years ago, so they say, my great-great grandfather had fought in Italy. I remember listening the tales as a child. Things must have been very different then. It was a time when the lands of the High King stretched further than ever before. The time when the old lands of Odrys were first reunited with the greater land, and countless other tribes swore fealty.
In those days a great army was gathered to march with the greeks through Illyria and into Italia. They set out with high hopes and dreams of glory. It is said they fought as fearlessly and as gallantly as any men before or since. It was the great adventure of the age. Yet, in the end, they returned with little more than exaggerated tales. The great march became just another footnote of history, lost amidst the countless wars and battles that still echo across the face of the world.
And so the glory of Thrace faded once again. Now the confidence and honour of our warriors has been shattered by the defeats suffered at the hands of the invincible Hessonians. Soon the royal stronghold of Akruna itself will be under threat. In the wake of the invasions, many of our peoples have been shamed by fleeing from their homes - or worse, by submitting to foreign rule.
Now I am one of those without land and without honour. Olek the elder, of the tribe of Udyr. A young warrior of noble birth, but of no noble deeds. Wounded and defeated, I abandoned my village and homeland to save my life. I would have given myself to the battle, I tell myself, I would have joined the crazy shields and red men, if it had been an honourable day, one worth dying for. But I would not die for such a disgraceful and disgusting rout. So, instead, I crawled away like a cowardly worm…
Meanwhile the outer tribes turn on the High King, and even turn against each other. Even the leaders of the once-sacred warrior cults are involving themselves in the plotting. And there are whispers of more foreign invaders approaching from the north. Now I drift through the crumbling remains of the kingdom - still sick from my wounds, but suffering worse from my shame. I drift from place to place, searching for some kind of hope, or redemption. Far from rallying together, the chieftains and warlords squabble amongst themselves. Unite? They couldn’t agree on the colour of muck!
There is so much frustration and distress in these lands. But I can feel something great and noble still remains hidden, waiting to manifest itself in some future generation. Somehow, someday, this land and its people are destined for greatness. If only there was somebody to rescue us from these dark days!
Night falls as I wander through the wilderness, still searching for my lost soul. I stop by a sacred pond dedicated to the goddess Dyona, mistress of the moon. As it happens, it is a suitably full-moon-lit night. I pause to look at my faint reflection in the water. For a moment, I have a strange vision – I see myself leading a great body of men in a ferocious battle. Me?
I come to my senses. Hunger and tiredness conspire against me. Either that or Dyona wishes to mock me. I hurry away into the night.
Centuries later, a scribe in some foreign land begins to translate a record of a rallying speech, spoken by a noble Thracian leader at the onset of some long-forgotten battle. As he translates, the scribe exaggerates that which has already been exaggerated and mis-translated several times. Yet, perhaps, in the words he now writes, some remnant of original truth remains…
Men of Thrace, do you fear death? Do you wish for life?
But what is death but a step that we all must take? And what is life if we cannot live in honour and dignity?
We all know, those that die as slaves to foreigners, will remain as slaves in the afterlife.
The gods place this test infront of us. They ask us to fight for something beyond the mortal realm. This chance may only come once.
Come victory or nay, it is no matter. We have this one chance to prove ourselves as men, one last chance to regain the honour of our people, and win the freedom of our spirits.
So then I ask you, the sons of the bravest and noblest men in the world, will you fight? Will you give all that you have to this day, holding nothing back? Will you forsake all selfish fears for the greater cause? For all that you treasure, will you give all your heart, and all your rage to this day of blood?
So then, let the gods look on! Let all the universe see the courage and fury in our hearts! Let us remain free and untamed until the end, whatever end that may be!
Arise now, sons of sacred blood, brothers of the wolf, rise up and charge with me!
In the name of Odrys, I bid you, charge!!!
- attributed to Olek the Bold, guardian of Thrace…
But what is death but a step that we all must take? And what is life if we cannot live in honour and dignity?
We all know, those that die as slaves to foreigners, will remain as slaves in the afterlife.
The gods place this test infront of us. They ask us to fight for something beyond the mortal realm. This chance may only come once.
Come victory or nay, it is no matter. We have this one chance to prove ourselves as men, one last chance to regain the honour of our people, and win the freedom of our spirits.
So then I ask you, the sons of the bravest and noblest men in the world, will you fight? Will you give all that you have to this day, holding nothing back? Will you forsake all selfish fears for the greater cause? For all that you treasure, will you give all your heart, and all your rage to this day of blood?
So then, let the gods look on! Let all the universe see the courage and fury in our hearts! Let us remain free and untamed until the end, whatever end that may be!
Arise now, sons of sacred blood, brothers of the wolf, rise up and charge with me!
In the name of Odrys, I bid you, charge!!!
- attributed to Olek the Bold, guardian of Thrace…
OOC: if you want a piece of Thrace bring it on, im going braveheart stylee on yo ass!
edit: @das, orders sent, twice over for good measure! (my connection hung the first time, i had to dial up again, didn't know it had sent
)
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Am i the only one who sent orders, and if so can i have a big bonus? (I WANT TEH WOHLE WROLD MHWAHMAW)
jeps
Arcadefire
orders incoming. (just to spoil your fun DP)
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
You are too late for the official deadline I beleive 
Then again, i was possibly late too, depending on what time zone das is in.
Then again, i was possibly late too, depending on what time zone das is in.
You are too late for the official deadline I beleive
The deadline is a bit less than 12 hours from now, if I'm figuring correctly.
jeps
Arcadefire
Actually, they are on time:
Jul 24, 2007, 10:47 AM (EST)
23 hours 10 minutes left, go go go!
It is currently 10:29 PM EST, meaning that I have 11 hours, 28 minutes left
Jul 24, 2007, 10:47 AM (EST)
23 hours 10 minutes left, go go go!
It is currently 10:29 PM EST, meaning that I have 11 hours, 28 minutes left
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Ahh thats right. I would like to apologise for any inconvenience that my innacurate statements may have caused.
das
Regeneration In Process
5 hours 35 minutes left!
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Hessonia and glory!
das
Regeneration In Process
The deadline has come and passed.
I have most of the orders I need, though there still are some orderless European civilisations left.
I have most of the orders I need, though there still are some orderless European civilisations left.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Thank you for reminding me in my own thread. Orders come.
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
They may take our orders, but they will never take, our freedom! 
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