Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Orders sent.
TNESII: Et In Arcadia Ego
- Thread starter Thlayli
- Start date
Shadowbound
Incorrugible
- Joined
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I want my money back for those answers. Orders coming in the next hour.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
So I assume i've been approved?
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
That's fine. I won't be angry if they're in at any point tonight.
I'll only be slightly disapproving towards people if they're in tomorrow, since I'm spending the whole day on finals. But I'm leaving for Delaware on Friday. I may or may not have internet, so I'll be working on the update offline. So if your orders aren't in by tomorrow night, consider yourself royally screwed.
Kraznaya
Princeps
Thlayli I spent last night playing until 4 am beating Ass Creed instead of writing orders so they'll be in tomorrow night.
I'M SURE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND
I'M SURE YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND
Workmen that were supposed to remove a very large, very old tree from the house in which I am staying this week knocked out our Internet, phone, and cable service in the process; it has not yet been repaired, so I had to acquire other means of using the internet. Orders to be in soon, if rushed. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Kraznaya
Princeps
Thlayli CLEAN YOUR INBOX GODDAMMIT
North King
blech
- Joined
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I am exhausted and soon to go to bed. I will try to send again before I do so, but you can hardly hold me responsible for not sending if your Inbox is full.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Apologies. The box will be cleared in a second. I thought more than a 10-PM leeway would be enough...I was wrong.
I'll keep taking orders tonight and tomorrow. Consider it my gift to you.
For Meritorious Order Sending Conduct in Extreme Adversity, I award Dachs the NESer Order of Merit, 3rd Class.
I'll keep taking orders tonight and tomorrow. Consider it my gift to you.
For Meritorious Order Sending Conduct in Extreme Adversity, I award Dachs the NESer Order of Merit, 3rd Class.
Kraznaya
Princeps
I sent orders too fast and want to add a few amendments, but apparently the inbox is full again.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Ouch. I'll try.
Clearing inbox. Again.
Clearing inbox. Again.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Alright, I have most of the relevant orders. Update work has begun. Most likely I'll work on it a little this weekend, a bit on vacation, and post it around a week from today.
Quite a bit of conflict expansion/continuation, and a few new conflicts, with some old ones resolved. Also, continued modernization, reform attempts and associated consequences. I'll be trying to get slightly more in depth this turn, both politically and on the campaign scale.
Those who have sent me orders of battle, thank you very much.
For those who have not and are interested, an order of battle generally lists major corps/armies, their locations, strengths, (in divisions please) and their commanders. Tactical plans and contingincies are considered separate from this. Micromanagement not necessary.
Orders of battle I receive are archived for further perusal.
Quite a bit of conflict expansion/continuation, and a few new conflicts, with some old ones resolved. Also, continued modernization, reform attempts and associated consequences. I'll be trying to get slightly more in depth this turn, both politically and on the campaign scale.
Those who have sent me orders of battle, thank you very much.
For those who have not and are interested, an order of battle generally lists major corps/armies, their locations, strengths, (in divisions please) and their commanders. Tactical plans and contingincies are considered separate from this. Micromanagement not necessary.
Orders of battle I receive are archived for further perusal.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
D'Art is back.
Flavius Aetius
Ruler Of Liguria
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2007
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- 774
I'm back from my hiatus, but I see that Italy had been taken over. I won't protest, as disappearing I lost my right to play as Italy (at least for now) so I choose another nation after this update.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Thanks Flavius. You're a good player, and I'm glad to have you. Bengal and Ionia are now open if you're interested.
Kraznaya
Princeps
St. George Museum of Arcadian History: Historical Documents Exhibit
Lieutenant Alexander Stevens of the First Cavalry was killed near Redding scouting in a skirmish with Federationist forces.
Ninja Dude
Sorry, I wasn't listening...
OOC: This story seems a bit sub-par to me. I don't know if that's because I generally dislike my own work, or if this is genuinely a crappy story. Never the less, I wrote it, so I shall now posted it and force Thlayli to read it
Li toiled in his field, much like he did yesterday, and the day before that. He was a simple subsistence farmer, providing for his family. He cared not for the news of wars, “Western devils”, or any other gossip he occasionally heard. He was content to live in his small home, living in peace like his ancestors before him. But as every trip to a nearby marketplace revealed, more and more farms were getting raided by barbarian forces. News buzzed about Uighers, or even Manchu horsemen ravaging farmlands and slaughtering families. While Li didn’t care for the war, he did care for his family’s well being.
After a hard day’s work, he headed back towards his home. Halfway to his destination, he heard a loud scream. The scream of his wife. His tired limbs were suddenly filled with new energy, his legs moving him faster than he thought possible. Within what felt like seconds he was at his home, greeted by a most horrifying sight.
His wife and two sons were lined up against the wall, 3 men with rifles aiming right at them. He could hear more of them rummaging through his home, and even more were running past him towards the crops. Many paid no head to him, not even bothering to glance at him. He saw only hunger in their eyes as they sprinted towards any sign of food, like ants at a picnic.
Finally, one of them, obviously an officer or some other higher rank than the others pointed at Li. He shouted to his subordinates and they quickly seized Li after a brief struggle. He was blind folded and his hands were bound behind his back. He was shoved against a wall, and from the whimpers near him he could tell he was next to his family. He tried to speak and comfort his family, but one of the men guarding him quickly silenced him with a punch in the face. Blood slowly dripped out of his nose as he prayed to his ancestors for the salvation of his family.
He heard the leader of the brutes give a shout, and immediately he heard the sound of guns being raised and aimed. This was it. His ancestors had failed him. Li and his entire family were going to die, slaughtered like animals against their own home.
“Fire!”
Li’s ears wear it with a chorus of bangs and booms. It was as if a thunderstorm had formed in the time that he was captured. Above the chaotic racket, Li could hear his family’s foot steps. They were escaping! Li followed, trying his hardest to block out the noises behind him so he could keep up. Eventually the footsteps stopped and his blindfold was removed. He could see that his family had managed to get to the other side of the house undetected.
“What happened out there?” Li asked.
“I’m not sure. Those men were about to execute us when they started getting shot at.” His wife replied.
His two sons sat on the ground, still crying. Li hugged them, trying to comfort and calm them. The smaller of the two wiped away the blood from under his father’s nose with his sleeve. Li thanked him, and reassured his family that he was fine. Broken nose or not, he was reunited with his family, and that’s all that mattered.
That was, until he found himself surrounded by more armed men.
They looked different from the men from before. They looked almost friendly, except for the fact that they had taken aim at his family. His weary eyes scanned one of the men standing before him. He was carrying a rather odd looking gun, one different then any other he had seen before. A saber hung at his side, something that puzzled Li. He didn’t really look like a western devil to him. No, he couldn’t be. Li spotted the emblem of the White Lotus on his uniform, and he spotted it branded on his arm. These were Xin Ming troops.
“Hold your fire men!” The strange man said. “These are not traitors, Manchu, or Uighers, just some farmers. Leave one or two men here to guard them. The rest of you, move around back and kill any survivors. They have not shown us any mercy, and we will not show them any.”
Li’s family sat huddled together as they heard screams come from the other side of the house. The sound of steel cutting into flesh could be heard, and screams soon turned into gurgles, which then turned into silence. After hours of sitting down under the watch of the guards, the officer returned, wiping his saber on a piece of cloth. The once white cloth turned red with a single wipe.
“Well, I’ve got my men cleaning up the mess we made back there. Sorry about that.” The man said to Li’s family.
“What is your name sir?” Li asked. “We owe you our lives for saving us!”
“I am Gung Shui, commander of the Flying Pigs![1]” The man shouted, causing a chorus of shouting and cheering by nearby soldiers. “We have been tracking that raiding party for weeks now. I am glad we have finally stopped them after all this time. You and your family can stay with me and my men tonight. We need to…umm….clean up your house and the surrounding area a bit. It’s a little messy. Thank the Emperor we didn’t end up bringing our cannons with us or things could have been much worse.”
Li seemed confused, but still nodded and followed Gung to his headquarters, which were all that far away. Treated as honored guests, Li and his family got to eat a healthy meal before being sent to bed. While lying in bed, Li thought about the war. In just one day he had went from living in peace to having his family almost wiped off the face of the earth. It was all because of the war. Perhaps it was time to do something about the war. Maybe it was time to take action.
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[1] An irregular division, currently busy defending Xin Ming territory for Emperor Nancheng, Son of Heaven. May he live a thousand years.
Li toiled in his field, much like he did yesterday, and the day before that. He was a simple subsistence farmer, providing for his family. He cared not for the news of wars, “Western devils”, or any other gossip he occasionally heard. He was content to live in his small home, living in peace like his ancestors before him. But as every trip to a nearby marketplace revealed, more and more farms were getting raided by barbarian forces. News buzzed about Uighers, or even Manchu horsemen ravaging farmlands and slaughtering families. While Li didn’t care for the war, he did care for his family’s well being.
After a hard day’s work, he headed back towards his home. Halfway to his destination, he heard a loud scream. The scream of his wife. His tired limbs were suddenly filled with new energy, his legs moving him faster than he thought possible. Within what felt like seconds he was at his home, greeted by a most horrifying sight.
His wife and two sons were lined up against the wall, 3 men with rifles aiming right at them. He could hear more of them rummaging through his home, and even more were running past him towards the crops. Many paid no head to him, not even bothering to glance at him. He saw only hunger in their eyes as they sprinted towards any sign of food, like ants at a picnic.
Finally, one of them, obviously an officer or some other higher rank than the others pointed at Li. He shouted to his subordinates and they quickly seized Li after a brief struggle. He was blind folded and his hands were bound behind his back. He was shoved against a wall, and from the whimpers near him he could tell he was next to his family. He tried to speak and comfort his family, but one of the men guarding him quickly silenced him with a punch in the face. Blood slowly dripped out of his nose as he prayed to his ancestors for the salvation of his family.
He heard the leader of the brutes give a shout, and immediately he heard the sound of guns being raised and aimed. This was it. His ancestors had failed him. Li and his entire family were going to die, slaughtered like animals against their own home.
“Fire!”
Li’s ears wear it with a chorus of bangs and booms. It was as if a thunderstorm had formed in the time that he was captured. Above the chaotic racket, Li could hear his family’s foot steps. They were escaping! Li followed, trying his hardest to block out the noises behind him so he could keep up. Eventually the footsteps stopped and his blindfold was removed. He could see that his family had managed to get to the other side of the house undetected.
“What happened out there?” Li asked.
“I’m not sure. Those men were about to execute us when they started getting shot at.” His wife replied.
His two sons sat on the ground, still crying. Li hugged them, trying to comfort and calm them. The smaller of the two wiped away the blood from under his father’s nose with his sleeve. Li thanked him, and reassured his family that he was fine. Broken nose or not, he was reunited with his family, and that’s all that mattered.
That was, until he found himself surrounded by more armed men.
They looked different from the men from before. They looked almost friendly, except for the fact that they had taken aim at his family. His weary eyes scanned one of the men standing before him. He was carrying a rather odd looking gun, one different then any other he had seen before. A saber hung at his side, something that puzzled Li. He didn’t really look like a western devil to him. No, he couldn’t be. Li spotted the emblem of the White Lotus on his uniform, and he spotted it branded on his arm. These were Xin Ming troops.
“Hold your fire men!” The strange man said. “These are not traitors, Manchu, or Uighers, just some farmers. Leave one or two men here to guard them. The rest of you, move around back and kill any survivors. They have not shown us any mercy, and we will not show them any.”
Li’s family sat huddled together as they heard screams come from the other side of the house. The sound of steel cutting into flesh could be heard, and screams soon turned into gurgles, which then turned into silence. After hours of sitting down under the watch of the guards, the officer returned, wiping his saber on a piece of cloth. The once white cloth turned red with a single wipe.
“Well, I’ve got my men cleaning up the mess we made back there. Sorry about that.” The man said to Li’s family.
“What is your name sir?” Li asked. “We owe you our lives for saving us!”
“I am Gung Shui, commander of the Flying Pigs![1]” The man shouted, causing a chorus of shouting and cheering by nearby soldiers. “We have been tracking that raiding party for weeks now. I am glad we have finally stopped them after all this time. You and your family can stay with me and my men tonight. We need to…umm….clean up your house and the surrounding area a bit. It’s a little messy. Thank the Emperor we didn’t end up bringing our cannons with us or things could have been much worse.”
Li seemed confused, but still nodded and followed Gung to his headquarters, which were all that far away. Treated as honored guests, Li and his family got to eat a healthy meal before being sent to bed. While lying in bed, Li thought about the war. In just one day he had went from living in peace to having his family almost wiped off the face of the earth. It was all because of the war. Perhaps it was time to do something about the war. Maybe it was time to take action.
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[1] An irregular division, currently busy defending Xin Ming territory for Emperor Nancheng, Son of Heaven. May he live a thousand years.
