thespacekid
Reality is lemons and the internet's my lemonade!
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thespacekid
Reality is lemons and the internet's my lemonade!
After 5 long days of continuous, heavy rain, it was finally starting to slow down. It had been so bad that the local Priest Lakiem had been stuck in the church for hours, and moment by moment he was growing anxious, for he knew his wife would be giving birth to their first child very soon. He looked up at the skies as the grey cloud cover started dispersing. Years of trying, and two miscarriages had dampened their spirits, but this child gave him hope. He knelt on the ground and prayed.
“Priest, priest!” Calls cut through the sound of the drizzle and his mumbled prayer as a young boy came running up the hill towards the church, “Your wife is going to have a baby! Run, come with me!” Without stopping to grab as much as his hat, Lakiem set off, slipping and sliding down behind the boy.
Panting, he reached the door of his house, but he was stopped by the midwife’s assistants. “Come on, it’s been years since we’ve waited, let me in.” He leaned against the doorway as an assistant ran inside to ask for permission. From inside, a loud call came, “Let him in!” Without waiting for anything further, Lakiem pushed past the many red-robed assistants and ran up to the bedroom. Gasping, he stopped at the threshold and looked inside, but nobody could prepare him or anyone else for what was waiting inside.
The midwife stood over his wife’s skinny and pale body, with two assistants standing quietly with their heads bowed. Before they even said it, he knew what had happened, but almost instantly, he was distracted again, “Th-the baby? Is it okay?” Jisnya, a tall, heavyset woman who was standing solemnly, suckling the baby on her teat turned to her assistants and nodded at them and they left the room quietly. “Priest Lakiem, first about your wife...” She began, but was cut off by him. “I know! But the baby?”
She turned to face him, stepping away from the corpse lying on the bed. “Uh, you might not be prepared for this.” His eyes flashing wildly, he stepped towards her, “What! What do you mean?” Pulling the baby away from her, she pulled up her blouse and walked towards Lakiem, giving him the baby in his arms.
“It’s a girl. I would say beautiful, but I don’t know what to make of this, Priest.”
Enamored by the tiny creature in his arms, he was willing to even forgive anything. Without looking up from the baby, he said to the midwife, “Jisnya, keep your silence and I will reward you. I need to consult with the High Priests, only then can I say anything. Till then, say nothing to anyone. Understood?”
Jisnya nodded and headed out of the room, taking her sweeping robes with her.
“I love you, little child. I knew you would be great. I knew it.” He smiled at the baby girl in his arms, rocking her slowly.
That night, the sky was full of shooting stars.
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You have all just received messages from your various channels, be it your spies or heralds or messengers, that in a small village off the eastern coast of Ceris, a child has been born. Rumours claim that it is the re-incarnation of the God-King Suavatr, especially since everyone saw the starfall across the land. One thing is for sure, though – A child like this has never been born.
(OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, let's get this started! For reference, the child has been born on the eastern-most coast of the land. I am still out of town, so in a couple of days I'll upload the consolidated map and the character sheets as part of the lore. Till then, feel free to start! If you're facing any problems, hit me up on PM!
@ChelonianCommander @TheGreenerGrey @Stoic @Lazzamore @Yoda @Littlemankitten @Enki )
“Priest, priest!” Calls cut through the sound of the drizzle and his mumbled prayer as a young boy came running up the hill towards the church, “Your wife is going to have a baby! Run, come with me!” Without stopping to grab as much as his hat, Lakiem set off, slipping and sliding down behind the boy.
Panting, he reached the door of his house, but he was stopped by the midwife’s assistants. “Come on, it’s been years since we’ve waited, let me in.” He leaned against the doorway as an assistant ran inside to ask for permission. From inside, a loud call came, “Let him in!” Without waiting for anything further, Lakiem pushed past the many red-robed assistants and ran up to the bedroom. Gasping, he stopped at the threshold and looked inside, but nobody could prepare him or anyone else for what was waiting inside.
The midwife stood over his wife’s skinny and pale body, with two assistants standing quietly with their heads bowed. Before they even said it, he knew what had happened, but almost instantly, he was distracted again, “Th-the baby? Is it okay?” Jisnya, a tall, heavyset woman who was standing solemnly, suckling the baby on her teat turned to her assistants and nodded at them and they left the room quietly. “Priest Lakiem, first about your wife...” She began, but was cut off by him. “I know! But the baby?”
She turned to face him, stepping away from the corpse lying on the bed. “Uh, you might not be prepared for this.” His eyes flashing wildly, he stepped towards her, “What! What do you mean?” Pulling the baby away from her, she pulled up her blouse and walked towards Lakiem, giving him the baby in his arms.
“It’s a girl. I would say beautiful, but I don’t know what to make of this, Priest.”
Enamored by the tiny creature in his arms, he was willing to even forgive anything. Without looking up from the baby, he said to the midwife, “Jisnya, keep your silence and I will reward you. I need to consult with the High Priests, only then can I say anything. Till then, say nothing to anyone. Understood?”
Jisnya nodded and headed out of the room, taking her sweeping robes with her.
“I love you, little child. I knew you would be great. I knew it.” He smiled at the baby girl in his arms, rocking her slowly.
That night, the sky was full of shooting stars.
***
You have all just received messages from your various channels, be it your spies or heralds or messengers, that in a small village off the eastern coast of Ceris, a child has been born. Rumours claim that it is the re-incarnation of the God-King Suavatr, especially since everyone saw the starfall across the land. One thing is for sure, though – A child like this has never been born.
(OOC: Sorry for the delay guys, let's get this started! For reference, the child has been born on the eastern-most coast of the land. I am still out of town, so in a couple of days I'll upload the consolidated map and the character sheets as part of the lore. Till then, feel free to start! If you're facing any problems, hit me up on PM!
@ChelonianCommander @TheGreenerGrey @Stoic @Lazzamore @Yoda @Littlemankitten @Enki )
TheGreenerGrey
Self-proclaimed everything expert.
The Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium
Silent murmuring of the bowed priests, garbed in white and clutching their staffs in support as they kneel in the cavernous room of steel and marble, ceased as the large doors to the throne room opened with a boom, the sound of the chains responsible for holding the large steel doors open creating a stark contrast to the sound of the holy prayer that had previously emanated from the room's occupants.
The soldiers, clad from head to toe in uncompromising steel, ushered in a figure of leather and darkness. Speedily making his way across the throne room, careful not to look any of the priests in the eye, the figure makes his way towards a figure bathed in shadow sitting upon a throne.
Kneeling before the throne, the one clad in leather spoke. "Your holiness, I bring tidings of dire news. A child has been born. A child born under starfall. A child that they are calling..." He says, hesitating for a bit to lick his lips in fear, before continuing. "A child that they are calling the reincarnation of the God-King Suavatr my lord." He finishes, careful to keep his unworthy eyes upon where the shadow's feet would be.
"So." A deep voice booms out, brimming with the strength of command and filling the hall. "A pretender has arisen?" A hand reaches from the shadow, calloused and large, gripping the edge of the throne. Leaning forward, God-Emperor Yanden emerged from shadow, a Titan of strength and authority as he began to stand up, towering over the cowering spy and humbled priests.
"We cannot allow our citizens to be lured away from the one true faith." Yanden claims, turning to face the priests as attendants appear seemingly from thin air, emerging from behind the marble pillars to dress the God-Emperor in fine robes. "Inform the church of this child, and of the punishment for straying from the faith." He says to the bowed priests as they nod in reverence.
Turning to the spy, he continues. "You have done well, and shall be rewarded. Your noble family is responsible for supplying the corps with spies yes? They shall receive my blessing, and along with it increased access to funding." He says, modding towards an assistant who quickly dissapears into the shadows. "You, however, are to be placed in charge of a new force, one that will be given access to all required resources. This force's only task..." He says, while leaning down to stand the spy up. "Is to kill the child."
Silent murmuring of the bowed priests, garbed in white and clutching their staffs in support as they kneel in the cavernous room of steel and marble, ceased as the large doors to the throne room opened with a boom, the sound of the chains responsible for holding the large steel doors open creating a stark contrast to the sound of the holy prayer that had previously emanated from the room's occupants.
The soldiers, clad from head to toe in uncompromising steel, ushered in a figure of leather and darkness. Speedily making his way across the throne room, careful not to look any of the priests in the eye, the figure makes his way towards a figure bathed in shadow sitting upon a throne.
Kneeling before the throne, the one clad in leather spoke. "Your holiness, I bring tidings of dire news. A child has been born. A child born under starfall. A child that they are calling..." He says, hesitating for a bit to lick his lips in fear, before continuing. "A child that they are calling the reincarnation of the God-King Suavatr my lord." He finishes, careful to keep his unworthy eyes upon where the shadow's feet would be.
"So." A deep voice booms out, brimming with the strength of command and filling the hall. "A pretender has arisen?" A hand reaches from the shadow, calloused and large, gripping the edge of the throne. Leaning forward, God-Emperor Yanden emerged from shadow, a Titan of strength and authority as he began to stand up, towering over the cowering spy and humbled priests.
"We cannot allow our citizens to be lured away from the one true faith." Yanden claims, turning to face the priests as attendants appear seemingly from thin air, emerging from behind the marble pillars to dress the God-Emperor in fine robes. "Inform the church of this child, and of the punishment for straying from the faith." He says to the bowed priests as they nod in reverence.
Turning to the spy, he continues. "You have done well, and shall be rewarded. Your noble family is responsible for supplying the corps with spies yes? They shall receive my blessing, and along with it increased access to funding." He says, modding towards an assistant who quickly dissapears into the shadows. "You, however, are to be placed in charge of a new force, one that will be given access to all required resources. This force's only task..." He says, while leaning down to stand the spy up. "Is to kill the child."
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Yoda
Grand Master of the Jedi Order
The Republic of Aflar
Queen Thulani sat at the council table, deep in the royal palace, with the four other leaders of the Republic of Aflar, where they were preparing to discuss the news of the supposed birth of the re-incarnation of the God-King Suavatr. Thulani thought this was something they shouldn't bother themselves with, since they did not believe in re-incarnation and even if they did this had no effect on them now. Before sharing her two sense though Thulani waited for the others to discuss the matter.
"This could open the doors to new trade routes if were to send a small token of celebration for the birth of this new child," the wealthy and successful merchant, Bren, explained.
"Or it could make us enemies with those that like ourselves do not believe in such superstitions," General Trajan replied.
"I agree with the Trajan. Leave this matter be for the time. We have our own God and we cannot risk angering her by chasing fails prophecies, especially when we are preparing to plant the fields," Timothly agreed with Trajan.
"I agree with Trajan and Timothly. If we are seen rushing to welcome this child into the world we risk too much for very little," the old and wise master Laura agreed.
Thulani was glad to see that the others agreed with her on the matter. "Then it is agreed for the time being we will do nothing and instead focus on preparing our fields for planting," Thulani explained and the others shock their heads in agreement. "Now I must leave for prayer at the temple," Thulani said as she stood from her seat at the council table, "may Mother Earth agree with our decision." Thulani explained, before leaving the throne room.
Queen Thulani sat at the council table, deep in the royal palace, with the four other leaders of the Republic of Aflar, where they were preparing to discuss the news of the supposed birth of the re-incarnation of the God-King Suavatr. Thulani thought this was something they shouldn't bother themselves with, since they did not believe in re-incarnation and even if they did this had no effect on them now. Before sharing her two sense though Thulani waited for the others to discuss the matter.
"This could open the doors to new trade routes if were to send a small token of celebration for the birth of this new child," the wealthy and successful merchant, Bren, explained.
"Or it could make us enemies with those that like ourselves do not believe in such superstitions," General Trajan replied.
"I agree with the Trajan. Leave this matter be for the time. We have our own God and we cannot risk angering her by chasing fails prophecies, especially when we are preparing to plant the fields," Timothly agreed with Trajan.
"I agree with Trajan and Timothly. If we are seen rushing to welcome this child into the world we risk too much for very little," the old and wise master Laura agreed.
Thulani was glad to see that the others agreed with her on the matter. "Then it is agreed for the time being we will do nothing and instead focus on preparing our fields for planting," Thulani explained and the others shock their heads in agreement. "Now I must leave for prayer at the temple," Thulani said as she stood from her seat at the council table, "may Mother Earth agree with our decision." Thulani explained, before leaving the throne room.
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Lazzamore
WAAAAAAAAAA-
Uruk'hizan
A Rider awaits in the eastern wilderness as a messenger approaches, explaining what the prisoners gained in their latest raid had told them. The rider was gaunt, grey and had hideously large teeth and ears; an Orc. The Orcs eyes widened at the news, his breath quickened. Releasing an arrow into the messenger, killing him, the rider met with his war band and made west; to return to Uruk'hizan.
There he would meet a Lurz, or handmaiden, of the Ruukoth himself. The rider approached her cautiously, Lurz of the Ruukoth acted as governors over the chiefs and the eyes and ears of the chief of chiefs; They had the Ruukoth's complete authority in his absence. The tall, slender yet strong she-orc would bring the rider to the Ruukoth's current home in the village of Durorg.
The Ruukoth's fortress home was massive and dark. No windows could be found. And there, in the great hall, The Ruukoth sat down upon his crudely carved ivory throne, atop of platform lined with skulls taken from various beasts, as well as man, dwarf and elf.
"Speak, raider from the east. Why have you disturbed me?" The Ruukoth murmured, but the orcs would treat the voice like the snap of nearby thunder.
"Stars rain like water, m'lord. The humans say the man's god Suavatr has returned from death as a small child!" the raider said Gunug Ruukoth laughed, and then saw that the raider was serious.
"Suavatr is no minor enemy, raider of the east. Many of us died at his hands." Gunug placed his hand on his chin "Father thought the king-god would slay us all, unless all orc fought as one, and slew man first. Suavatr is too late." He slammed his throne with a chuckle "Raider, Inform the Hu-Gara Fist and the Yak Ush Fist, that they will accompany you to the East. Kill as many humans from that village's region as you can overpower. Do not kill Suavatr."
The raider reeled in confusion "Do NOT kill man's god??" at that Gunug snapped "YOU COURT DEATH, RAIDER! no not question me. Do not kill the man's god, make him watch our power. Make the man's god see we will not be there animals again, and the man's god will know our might. I will kill Suavatr, once the time is right, and no one else."
A Rider awaits in the eastern wilderness as a messenger approaches, explaining what the prisoners gained in their latest raid had told them. The rider was gaunt, grey and had hideously large teeth and ears; an Orc. The Orcs eyes widened at the news, his breath quickened. Releasing an arrow into the messenger, killing him, the rider met with his war band and made west; to return to Uruk'hizan.
There he would meet a Lurz, or handmaiden, of the Ruukoth himself. The rider approached her cautiously, Lurz of the Ruukoth acted as governors over the chiefs and the eyes and ears of the chief of chiefs; They had the Ruukoth's complete authority in his absence. The tall, slender yet strong she-orc would bring the rider to the Ruukoth's current home in the village of Durorg.
The Ruukoth's fortress home was massive and dark. No windows could be found. And there, in the great hall, The Ruukoth sat down upon his crudely carved ivory throne, atop of platform lined with skulls taken from various beasts, as well as man, dwarf and elf.
"Speak, raider from the east. Why have you disturbed me?" The Ruukoth murmured, but the orcs would treat the voice like the snap of nearby thunder.
"Stars rain like water, m'lord. The humans say the man's god Suavatr has returned from death as a small child!" the raider said Gunug Ruukoth laughed, and then saw that the raider was serious.
"Suavatr is no minor enemy, raider of the east. Many of us died at his hands." Gunug placed his hand on his chin "Father thought the king-god would slay us all, unless all orc fought as one, and slew man first. Suavatr is too late." He slammed his throne with a chuckle "Raider, Inform the Hu-Gara Fist and the Yak Ush Fist, that they will accompany you to the East. Kill as many humans from that village's region as you can overpower. Do not kill Suavatr."
The raider reeled in confusion "Do NOT kill man's god??" at that Gunug snapped "YOU COURT DEATH, RAIDER! no not question me. Do not kill the man's god, make him watch our power. Make the man's god see we will not be there animals again, and the man's god will know our might. I will kill Suavatr, once the time is right, and no one else."
Littlemankitten
I heal you, I hurt you. I heal you again. Forever
High Kingdom of Mork'al
Bright orange light illuminated the throne room of the capital in the High Kingdom of Mork'al, molten metal streamed from the mouths of dwarven heads meant to resemble past kings. Flowing down into a pool where they it would collect and be distributed to the great metal working forges down below. Giant sandstone pillars encrusted with gold and platinum supported the rock roof, and a path running down the middle to the throne was surrounded by giant dwarven statues of similar grandeur. The room was immense, meant to intimidate and awe everyone who entered, even high kings and emperors themselves. At the end of the path sat the throne, a ornate and intricate gilded seat where the king would reside, and flanking either side of it sat the tables and smaller but no less luxurious chairs where his advisors sat.
A messenger, clad in robes with satchels filled to the brim with papers and writing utensils, came running into the room. He continued running along the path, it taking him among 5 minutes of pure running to even reach the throne. He was panting hard when he reached the High king Thaghotum Steelfist. He quickly fished through one of his satchels and brought out a paper and handed it to the king.
"My lord, I bring you urgent news, it seems that a child was born on the eastern coasts, they say he was born under starfall, and will be the reincarnation of the God-King Suavatr." He looked up at the king for a response. Thaghotum carefully read over the paper, which described what happened in more detail.
"I see." The king spoke in a deep and pronounced voice that echoed off the walls. He then passed the paper to his advisors so they can read it as well. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Strodmith. While I would say it doesn't concern us, I know that the other countries will no doubt react. Some of them with hostile intentions. Grorhock." He turned his attention to his military advisor. "What is your advice?"
Grorhock stood up and put his gauntlets over his iron clad chest. "My lord, I believe that while we believe all gods are false superstitions, all others believe in them in some form or another, and most will react dis-favorably to this news. And that should the humans continue to belief this claim, he could become a very powerful leader, that might just finally bring up arms against the orcs, and wipe them out. Therefore I think that some of our spies garrisoned in the humans lands to the east should be ordered to protect this child, for he could be a very useful ally later on." He sat back down as he awaited a response.
"I see." The king stroked his long, auburn beard as he though about what his advisor said. 'Does anyone else have objections to this?" He asked the rest of his advisors, who all shake their heads. "Very well, Strodmith, send message to our spies to help protect this child from any possible outside threat, especially the orcs, they will probably retaliate to this news. Tell them to do it discreetly however, we don't want anyone else to know of our involvement in this." The messenger nodded quickly wrote down the message, then turned around and began running out of the throne room. The king sat back on his throne and smiled, this was an interesting day.
Bright orange light illuminated the throne room of the capital in the High Kingdom of Mork'al, molten metal streamed from the mouths of dwarven heads meant to resemble past kings. Flowing down into a pool where they it would collect and be distributed to the great metal working forges down below. Giant sandstone pillars encrusted with gold and platinum supported the rock roof, and a path running down the middle to the throne was surrounded by giant dwarven statues of similar grandeur. The room was immense, meant to intimidate and awe everyone who entered, even high kings and emperors themselves. At the end of the path sat the throne, a ornate and intricate gilded seat where the king would reside, and flanking either side of it sat the tables and smaller but no less luxurious chairs where his advisors sat.
A messenger, clad in robes with satchels filled to the brim with papers and writing utensils, came running into the room. He continued running along the path, it taking him among 5 minutes of pure running to even reach the throne. He was panting hard when he reached the High king Thaghotum Steelfist. He quickly fished through one of his satchels and brought out a paper and handed it to the king.
"My lord, I bring you urgent news, it seems that a child was born on the eastern coasts, they say he was born under starfall, and will be the reincarnation of the God-King Suavatr." He looked up at the king for a response. Thaghotum carefully read over the paper, which described what happened in more detail.
"I see." The king spoke in a deep and pronounced voice that echoed off the walls. He then passed the paper to his advisors so they can read it as well. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Strodmith. While I would say it doesn't concern us, I know that the other countries will no doubt react. Some of them with hostile intentions. Grorhock." He turned his attention to his military advisor. "What is your advice?"
Grorhock stood up and put his gauntlets over his iron clad chest. "My lord, I believe that while we believe all gods are false superstitions, all others believe in them in some form or another, and most will react dis-favorably to this news. And that should the humans continue to belief this claim, he could become a very powerful leader, that might just finally bring up arms against the orcs, and wipe them out. Therefore I think that some of our spies garrisoned in the humans lands to the east should be ordered to protect this child, for he could be a very useful ally later on." He sat back down as he awaited a response.
"I see." The king stroked his long, auburn beard as he though about what his advisor said. 'Does anyone else have objections to this?" He asked the rest of his advisors, who all shake their heads. "Very well, Strodmith, send message to our spies to help protect this child from any possible outside threat, especially the orcs, they will probably retaliate to this news. Tell them to do it discreetly however, we don't want anyone else to know of our involvement in this." The messenger nodded quickly wrote down the message, then turned around and began running out of the throne room. The king sat back on his throne and smiled, this was an interesting day.
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ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
Dohna
A decade had went by since he had founded the home for his people. A decade of growth and prosperity. The once hundreds of wandering tribes had been unified underneath a single banner and a single name. King Otis, the Uniter as his people had called him, watched from a large balcony all that his people had built and obtained. Still the city had problems. The Keratos, the people who inhabited the city beforehand but now serve as the unpaid laborers of Dohna, had started many different revolts that, while easily brought down, kept the local law enforcement busy and forced King Otis to send in the standing military to keep the peace. If that wasn't enough, Dohna has had many different skirmishes with the nearby Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium over the forests to the east, weakening Dohna's lumber harvests and slowing the building of new districts for expansion.
Still the city grew nicely, with hundreds of thousands of citizens working to build up the city, and thousands dragons protecting their borders, Otis looks proudly at all the Dohna had created and obtained. As he kept a vigil watch on the city, one of his airborne scouts land onto the balcony with news of the land. The scout climbs off from his Wyvern and bows before the King. "My King, I have news from the land." He told the King.
"Then speak. What news do you bring?" Otis ordered.
"I...do not know what to make of things my lord. They say that a gifted child has been born. That it is the beginning of a new era." Said the Scout
"That may be true." Said the King. "Right now there has been stirring withing many of our hatcheries. The Great Dragon cries fire into the sky and the Dragons of all kind lay larger clutches, as it is preparing us for a grand war and is weeping for the future lost of many of its children. Right now we must wait to see what the others will do and if we shall join this chaos, or rise above it."
A decade had went by since he had founded the home for his people. A decade of growth and prosperity. The once hundreds of wandering tribes had been unified underneath a single banner and a single name. King Otis, the Uniter as his people had called him, watched from a large balcony all that his people had built and obtained. Still the city had problems. The Keratos, the people who inhabited the city beforehand but now serve as the unpaid laborers of Dohna, had started many different revolts that, while easily brought down, kept the local law enforcement busy and forced King Otis to send in the standing military to keep the peace. If that wasn't enough, Dohna has had many different skirmishes with the nearby Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium over the forests to the east, weakening Dohna's lumber harvests and slowing the building of new districts for expansion.
Still the city grew nicely, with hundreds of thousands of citizens working to build up the city, and thousands dragons protecting their borders, Otis looks proudly at all the Dohna had created and obtained. As he kept a vigil watch on the city, one of his airborne scouts land onto the balcony with news of the land. The scout climbs off from his Wyvern and bows before the King. "My King, I have news from the land." He told the King.
"Then speak. What news do you bring?" Otis ordered.
"I...do not know what to make of things my lord. They say that a gifted child has been born. That it is the beginning of a new era." Said the Scout
"That may be true." Said the King. "Right now there has been stirring withing many of our hatcheries. The Great Dragon cries fire into the sky and the Dragons of all kind lay larger clutches, as it is preparing us for a grand war and is weeping for the future lost of many of its children. Right now we must wait to see what the others will do and if we shall join this chaos, or rise above it."
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Stoic
M̷̵̧͜è͘͘͜m̡҉͞͞b̵̴̷e͟r̕͟
The Unified Kingdom of Tierra
King Edwin sat on his throne listening to the struggles of two petty nobles disputing some grievance "House Murpard's farmhands are out of control! Last night they butchered and grilled a pig from my land without paying!" said a red-faced man named Arthur Lewdold "I demand those men be hanged but House Murpard is hiding them from justice". The stubby man next to him then spoke "Your high king Edwin, You must understand that those men were drunk after a hard days work" he gave an irritated smile if only for courtesy "I paid House Lewdold for the pig after the incident and even if I didn't don't you think hanging is too harsh a punishment"
Edwin just sighed "Indeed to kill some workmen is prob-" the King was stopped when a courier gasping for breath and sweating heavily crashed into the throne room "MY KING, I must speak to you in private, it's of utmost importance" Edwin with his a grim face sternly dismissed the court with some complaints which only made the guards escorting the nobles move faster. "What news do you have" said the King "There is news that the god-king Suavatr has been reincarnated" Edwin's eyes widened "Thank you, you may leave now" he dismissed the messenger
It was a few now and Edwin was seated in a round table with two other people, The first a frail old man with a large white beard in a bright purple robe while the second was a handsome if somewhat graying man in a well kept but plain military uniform. "Lord Johannes D'al Findlay and Lord Anthony D'al Barithorne, I've called here because you two were the closest Lords that I both trust and can actually help me" Spoke King Edwin "This morning I received word that a child bearing the resemblance of Suavatar was born. I personally have don't care about the child but it's birth is the harbinger of change and with that change, we must make preparations for the future "Lord Barithorne as a well respected and beloved noble, I must ask you to gather allies within the other nobility ensuring their loyalty while picking out problem houses" He said to the man wearing the uniform. The king then turned towards the purple robed figure "Lord Findlay I must ask that information agents be diverted Mork'al. A message has been given to King Thoghotum Steel fist to expect me with a small pose and I would like to know the disposition of our neighbors before any serious talks. I've also decreed that all noble houses must train and supply at least half a dozen men on retainer or suffer consequences from the crown" and with that Edwin waved the two men out.
King Edwin sat on his throne listening to the struggles of two petty nobles disputing some grievance "House Murpard's farmhands are out of control! Last night they butchered and grilled a pig from my land without paying!" said a red-faced man named Arthur Lewdold "I demand those men be hanged but House Murpard is hiding them from justice". The stubby man next to him then spoke "Your high king Edwin, You must understand that those men were drunk after a hard days work" he gave an irritated smile if only for courtesy "I paid House Lewdold for the pig after the incident and even if I didn't don't you think hanging is too harsh a punishment"
Edwin just sighed "Indeed to kill some workmen is prob-" the King was stopped when a courier gasping for breath and sweating heavily crashed into the throne room "MY KING, I must speak to you in private, it's of utmost importance" Edwin with his a grim face sternly dismissed the court with some complaints which only made the guards escorting the nobles move faster. "What news do you have" said the King "There is news that the god-king Suavatr has been reincarnated" Edwin's eyes widened "Thank you, you may leave now" he dismissed the messenger
It was a few now and Edwin was seated in a round table with two other people, The first a frail old man with a large white beard in a bright purple robe while the second was a handsome if somewhat graying man in a well kept but plain military uniform. "Lord Johannes D'al Findlay and Lord Anthony D'al Barithorne, I've called here because you two were the closest Lords that I both trust and can actually help me" Spoke King Edwin "This morning I received word that a child bearing the resemblance of Suavatar was born. I personally have don't care about the child but it's birth is the harbinger of change and with that change, we must make preparations for the future "Lord Barithorne as a well respected and beloved noble, I must ask you to gather allies within the other nobility ensuring their loyalty while picking out problem houses" He said to the man wearing the uniform. The king then turned towards the purple robed figure "Lord Findlay I must ask that information agents be diverted Mork'al. A message has been given to King Thoghotum Steel fist to expect me with a small pose and I would like to know the disposition of our neighbors before any serious talks. I've also decreed that all noble houses must train and supply at least half a dozen men on retainer or suffer consequences from the crown" and with that Edwin waved the two men out.
thespacekid
Reality is lemons and the internet's my lemonade!
Vessingar
The skies had been overcast for a week, and the days were going slowly in the capital city of Yotin-Bes. Clearing a stream through the fog, a horseman ran through cobbled streets up to the Palace and pulled to a halt in front of the ornate marble gate. Tying his horse to a nearby post, he sprinted inside as the massive gates swung open slowly, grinding against the ground on hundreds of small wheels. A few servants turned by as he ran through the huge hallway, steel studded boots echoing, the only sign of activity in three days.
King Aurol glanced up, the heavy silver crown slipping on his forehead. Nobles and councilmen sat along the throne room corridor in cushioned marble sofas, passing around chillums and sipping on wine. The messenger slid to a stop a few feet from the throne, bowing instantly and offering a scroll up in his hands. King Aurol took the scroll and read through it slowly. Nodding, he passed the scroll around to the nobles. Everyone murmured as the scroll passed around.
"What do you all of you recommend?" He finally spoke.
A little too quickly, Spymaster Yessin rose, "I shall take care of this, your Highness." The King narrowed his eyes at her, "Is this going to be another betrayal, Yessin?"
She smiled, "That was once, my King, and I have paid for it. No, this interests me greatly, so I volunteer to take it."
"Okay, let's see. Take a small unit and leave as soon as possible." and before he was finished, Yessin had walked out of the throne, leather boots almost silent against the marble floors. Aurol turned to his council again, "General Kaverin, you know what to do."
The skies had been overcast for a week, and the days were going slowly in the capital city of Yotin-Bes. Clearing a stream through the fog, a horseman ran through cobbled streets up to the Palace and pulled to a halt in front of the ornate marble gate. Tying his horse to a nearby post, he sprinted inside as the massive gates swung open slowly, grinding against the ground on hundreds of small wheels. A few servants turned by as he ran through the huge hallway, steel studded boots echoing, the only sign of activity in three days.
King Aurol glanced up, the heavy silver crown slipping on his forehead. Nobles and councilmen sat along the throne room corridor in cushioned marble sofas, passing around chillums and sipping on wine. The messenger slid to a stop a few feet from the throne, bowing instantly and offering a scroll up in his hands. King Aurol took the scroll and read through it slowly. Nodding, he passed the scroll around to the nobles. Everyone murmured as the scroll passed around.
"What do you all of you recommend?" He finally spoke.
A little too quickly, Spymaster Yessin rose, "I shall take care of this, your Highness." The King narrowed his eyes at her, "Is this going to be another betrayal, Yessin?"
She smiled, "That was once, my King, and I have paid for it. No, this interests me greatly, so I volunteer to take it."
"Okay, let's see. Take a small unit and leave as soon as possible." and before he was finished, Yessin had walked out of the throne, leather boots almost silent against the marble floors. Aurol turned to his council again, "General Kaverin, you know what to do."
TheGreenerGrey
Self-proclaimed everything expert.
Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium
The carriage was large, easily taller than two men and wider than four across. The carriage was made of wood adorned with the iconic steel of the empire, and all that saw the cabin instantly recognised it for what it was, uttering a swift prayer and bowing as low as they could until the carriage left their sight, for inside that carriage was none other than the God-Emperor himself.
After writing it the finishing touches of a letter requesting a meeting to discuss potential trade and the gradually escalating forest skirmishes with the leader of the savages calling themselves the people of Dohna, Yanden passes the letter off to a messenger who quickly takes off. Minutes later, Yanded realised that he could smell the sea upon the air, even through all the incense lit by the varying priests and soldiers that had accompanied him upon his journey. Grinning despite himself, the giant man waits for the carriage to stop.
A small while later, after the carriages lurches to a halt and the arch-priest approaches the carriage, holding the door open for the God-Emperor, Yanden steps out and into the snowy area, the cold of the air and the sea breeze raising goosebumps all along his skin. Quickly being covered in lavish furs by the various priests and attendants, Yanden makes his way down towards the ocean itself, where a group of people were toiling and the sound of shouting and clanking chains could be heard from even there.
As he makes his way down, Yanden notices a man marching towards him. After giving a small bow and making the sign of the Emperor eternal, the man addresses Yanden. "Seems like it wasn't a joke that you would be arriving ta see them fer yerself, yer holiness." Says the man, accent almost making it hard to tell what he was saying.
Turning his body, the man gestures towards what seems to be a rather large section of the sea cordoned off within a box. "Tha li'le ones, if they can be called that, are almost good ta go yer majesty. It took a while, but after we figured out that all we needed ta do was break the alpha for the rest ta fall in line the trainin' process moved forward rather quickly."
As he explains, a creature jumps out of the designated area. What seemed to be a horrible mix between shark and seal, enlarged to giant size burst from the water before diving back underneath the ocean with barely a splash. ((Refer to the OOC chat to see, I can't post pics here for some reason))
"I see. And they would be able to take orders during combat?" Asks Yanden, voice seeming to shake the very air. "Oh sure, sure. We've trained em on how to make formations, well the basics at least, and to treat all Mitron ships as allies. By the way, the army is gonna need ta start painting the bottom of their hulls orange. It helps." The trainer mutters.
"What about the creature? I was informed that you captured a... 'big fuck-off snake'? What exactly was meant by that?" At this the trainer grinned. "Exactly what I meant yer majesty. This thing is a game changer. If ya would look ta the left." He said, voice brimming with glee as he pointed in the direction of seemingly empty land, save for a large number of soldiers and tamers seemingly milling around aimlessly.
Cupping his hands over his mouth, the Trainer roars down at the men. "ARIGHT BOYS, LET HER UP!" He roared at the top of his lungs, an almost stunningly loud sound. Instantly there was movement. Chains as thick as four men seemed to erupt from the sand as entire groups of men began to heave. From above, to the Emperor's perspective, it seemed as if the entire coast suddenly came alive. The beach shook, then slowly began to rise as a gigantic serpentine body was forcibly lifted from the sand. (Pic also included. It's a bit tinier than in the pic but you get the idea)
As the sand poured off its body, the Emperor was able to see the cruel ministrations tha his men had wrought upon the sea serpent. A myriad of cuts, slashes and impacts littered the body of the serpent. Steel plates had seemingly been melded into the creature's flesh while still hot, cauterising and becoming part of the serpent. As consciousnesses gradually came back to the serpent, it began to stir, shaking and lashing with such strength that men were sent flying.
"This one is a far harder challenge. We've tried everything, but nothing seems to really break it. We were lucky to even be able to capture this thing. We've taken to suffocating it for extended periods of time in order to keep it weak, and in the time it's awake we continue to attach the steel plates, but still it fights. Almost admirable, if it wasn't so annoying. But hey, I do so like a challenge." The Trainer says, grinning menacingly.
The carriage was large, easily taller than two men and wider than four across. The carriage was made of wood adorned with the iconic steel of the empire, and all that saw the cabin instantly recognised it for what it was, uttering a swift prayer and bowing as low as they could until the carriage left their sight, for inside that carriage was none other than the God-Emperor himself.
After writing it the finishing touches of a letter requesting a meeting to discuss potential trade and the gradually escalating forest skirmishes with the leader of the savages calling themselves the people of Dohna, Yanden passes the letter off to a messenger who quickly takes off. Minutes later, Yanded realised that he could smell the sea upon the air, even through all the incense lit by the varying priests and soldiers that had accompanied him upon his journey. Grinning despite himself, the giant man waits for the carriage to stop.
A small while later, after the carriages lurches to a halt and the arch-priest approaches the carriage, holding the door open for the God-Emperor, Yanden steps out and into the snowy area, the cold of the air and the sea breeze raising goosebumps all along his skin. Quickly being covered in lavish furs by the various priests and attendants, Yanden makes his way down towards the ocean itself, where a group of people were toiling and the sound of shouting and clanking chains could be heard from even there.
As he makes his way down, Yanden notices a man marching towards him. After giving a small bow and making the sign of the Emperor eternal, the man addresses Yanden. "Seems like it wasn't a joke that you would be arriving ta see them fer yerself, yer holiness." Says the man, accent almost making it hard to tell what he was saying.
Turning his body, the man gestures towards what seems to be a rather large section of the sea cordoned off within a box. "Tha li'le ones, if they can be called that, are almost good ta go yer majesty. It took a while, but after we figured out that all we needed ta do was break the alpha for the rest ta fall in line the trainin' process moved forward rather quickly."
As he explains, a creature jumps out of the designated area. What seemed to be a horrible mix between shark and seal, enlarged to giant size burst from the water before diving back underneath the ocean with barely a splash. ((Refer to the OOC chat to see, I can't post pics here for some reason))
"I see. And they would be able to take orders during combat?" Asks Yanden, voice seeming to shake the very air. "Oh sure, sure. We've trained em on how to make formations, well the basics at least, and to treat all Mitron ships as allies. By the way, the army is gonna need ta start painting the bottom of their hulls orange. It helps." The trainer mutters.
"What about the creature? I was informed that you captured a... 'big fuck-off snake'? What exactly was meant by that?" At this the trainer grinned. "Exactly what I meant yer majesty. This thing is a game changer. If ya would look ta the left." He said, voice brimming with glee as he pointed in the direction of seemingly empty land, save for a large number of soldiers and tamers seemingly milling around aimlessly.
Cupping his hands over his mouth, the Trainer roars down at the men. "ARIGHT BOYS, LET HER UP!" He roared at the top of his lungs, an almost stunningly loud sound. Instantly there was movement. Chains as thick as four men seemed to erupt from the sand as entire groups of men began to heave. From above, to the Emperor's perspective, it seemed as if the entire coast suddenly came alive. The beach shook, then slowly began to rise as a gigantic serpentine body was forcibly lifted from the sand. (Pic also included. It's a bit tinier than in the pic but you get the idea)
As the sand poured off its body, the Emperor was able to see the cruel ministrations tha his men had wrought upon the sea serpent. A myriad of cuts, slashes and impacts littered the body of the serpent. Steel plates had seemingly been melded into the creature's flesh while still hot, cauterising and becoming part of the serpent. As consciousnesses gradually came back to the serpent, it began to stir, shaking and lashing with such strength that men were sent flying.
"This one is a far harder challenge. We've tried everything, but nothing seems to really break it. We were lucky to even be able to capture this thing. We've taken to suffocating it for extended periods of time in order to keep it weak, and in the time it's awake we continue to attach the steel plates, but still it fights. Almost admirable, if it wasn't so annoying. But hey, I do so like a challenge." The Trainer says, grinning menacingly.
Yoda
Grand Master of the Jedi Order
The Republic of Aflar
Queen Thulani made her way from the royal palace through the crowded streets of Aflar to the gate where she was to meet with Timothly and discuss some ideas he had for expanding the republic's crop productions. The city was alive as ever with workers bustling about completing the day's tasks, but all made time to pay the queen respect as she passed. Thulani loved her people and the way they treated her, nowhere was it written that citizens had to bow to the queen or even acknowledge her, but yet they did not out of fear but out of love and respect.
"My Queen how wonderful you look on this morning," Timothly explained as the queen reached the main gate. The two bowed to each other, before Timothly continued to explain what he planned on showing her, "First we will need horses, since we must visit the plantation and I wouldn't want to make you walk all that way." With that Timothly gestured to a group of stallions that waited near by. "I believe once you see what we have been working on you and the other council members will vote to give me more funds to increase this operation." Once Timothly, the queen, and their posi was all mounted up they started on the trek to the large plantation that was responsible for feeding the great city of Aflar. Along the way the queen and Timothly discussed much of the representatives plans for this years harvest and how much he prayed to reap when all was done.
The plantation was busy as ever with farmers, elephants and camels moving busily through the fields turning the dark earth up and preparing the fields for seed. "I don't know how you can keep this operation running so smoothly," The queen explained to Timothly as the two made it through the fields toward the thing Timothly had brought her out here to see.
"It's easy when you have people that love the field as much as you do," Timothly replied. As they reached the base of the mountain range Timothy explained "Here is what I wanted to show you." Timothly gestured to a large wooden wheel that was spinning in the center of one of the large streams that came off the mountain. "It's a water wheel that moves this large grinding stone. With it we can turn wheat into flour much quicker and we don't have to have an animal spinning circles all day or a farmer hand grinding the wheat. With water wheels like this we can simply place the grain in between the stones and let the wheel do the rest." A huge smile covered Timothly's face as he explained the workings of this water wheel to Thulani. "All I need is to get the consoles approval and I will start construction on more. I believe these water wheels will save us days when it comes time for harvest."
"This sure is something," Thulani replied, "how much does one cost to construct?"
"No more than a house, but these will make back what we put in ten fold." Timothly said.
"You have my vote, though it will be Bren that you are going to have to convince," Thulani explained.
"Not so Bren believes that with this we can become more competitive in the wheat market, so he has already agreed to vote in favor of it. In fact you and Trajan are the only ones that have yet to come to a decision," Timothly finished.
"Well as I said you have my vote and I highly doubt Trajan will protest this investment," Thulani replied.
"If this matter is settled then might I show you around the fields, so that my workers my see their queen," Timothly asked and the queen smiled and followed Timothy back down into the fields.
Queen Thulani made her way from the royal palace through the crowded streets of Aflar to the gate where she was to meet with Timothly and discuss some ideas he had for expanding the republic's crop productions. The city was alive as ever with workers bustling about completing the day's tasks, but all made time to pay the queen respect as she passed. Thulani loved her people and the way they treated her, nowhere was it written that citizens had to bow to the queen or even acknowledge her, but yet they did not out of fear but out of love and respect.
"My Queen how wonderful you look on this morning," Timothly explained as the queen reached the main gate. The two bowed to each other, before Timothly continued to explain what he planned on showing her, "First we will need horses, since we must visit the plantation and I wouldn't want to make you walk all that way." With that Timothly gestured to a group of stallions that waited near by. "I believe once you see what we have been working on you and the other council members will vote to give me more funds to increase this operation." Once Timothly, the queen, and their posi was all mounted up they started on the trek to the large plantation that was responsible for feeding the great city of Aflar. Along the way the queen and Timothly discussed much of the representatives plans for this years harvest and how much he prayed to reap when all was done.
The plantation was busy as ever with farmers, elephants and camels moving busily through the fields turning the dark earth up and preparing the fields for seed. "I don't know how you can keep this operation running so smoothly," The queen explained to Timothly as the two made it through the fields toward the thing Timothly had brought her out here to see.
"It's easy when you have people that love the field as much as you do," Timothly replied. As they reached the base of the mountain range Timothy explained "Here is what I wanted to show you." Timothly gestured to a large wooden wheel that was spinning in the center of one of the large streams that came off the mountain. "It's a water wheel that moves this large grinding stone. With it we can turn wheat into flour much quicker and we don't have to have an animal spinning circles all day or a farmer hand grinding the wheat. With water wheels like this we can simply place the grain in between the stones and let the wheel do the rest." A huge smile covered Timothly's face as he explained the workings of this water wheel to Thulani. "All I need is to get the consoles approval and I will start construction on more. I believe these water wheels will save us days when it comes time for harvest."
"This sure is something," Thulani replied, "how much does one cost to construct?"
"No more than a house, but these will make back what we put in ten fold." Timothly said.
"You have my vote, though it will be Bren that you are going to have to convince," Thulani explained.
"Not so Bren believes that with this we can become more competitive in the wheat market, so he has already agreed to vote in favor of it. In fact you and Trajan are the only ones that have yet to come to a decision," Timothly finished.
"Well as I said you have my vote and I highly doubt Trajan will protest this investment," Thulani replied.
"If this matter is settled then might I show you around the fields, so that my workers my see their queen," Timothly asked and the queen smiled and followed Timothy back down into the fields.
ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
Dohna
In the plains outside the city, King Otis ride his personal Raptor on a hunting trip to ease the tedium and stress of kingship. Accompanying him are a trio of Otis' own Drakes, as well as a dozen of his bodyguards. The King tracked and hunted herds of wild goats to remind himself of his people's tribal ways as well as to keep his Dragon's skills sharp and reward them with fresh meat. Still the duties of a king follows Otis everywhere, even on his personal breaks as a Wyvern Messenger lands in front of the group as they trailed a herd.
"What is the meaning of this rider? What reason have you for interrupting the King's hunt?" Said the Guard Captain. The Messenger dismounts his Wyvern and kneels in front of the Captain.
"Forgive sir, but the Elders require the king's presence. There is a matter that they see fit to call for the king's voice." Replied the messenger. Otis dismounts his raptor and walks towards the messenger.
"Is that so Messenger? What matter is important enough that the Elders cannot settle this themselves?" Asks Otis
"I know not. I am a simple messenger my King."
"Then I require your Dragon messenger. You shall take my Raptor back to the city. Escort the messenger back to the city. Reward him 140 scales when you reach the city gates then head to the castle." He ordered the guards and messenger as he mounts the Wyvern. The Guards bowed their heads in acknowledgement and the messenger bows his head to the king.
"That you my king you are most kind." Said the messenger.
"Return to the city then return to your duties. If you wish to repay my kindness then do that much." He said before giving a whistle, causing the Wyvern to take off.
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Within the Council, a building filled with 600 Elders, there to advise the kings and to settle minor and some major domestic issues. The council was abuzz with arguments and chatter as they had received a message for a meeting with the King of the nearby nation of Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium with the King sitting on a large throne listening to the arguments. Two councilmen had taken stage, Councilman Alpheus Martis and Councilman Hesperos Tassos.
"We cannot trust the Mitrons! They see us as savages, and it is only a matter of time before they attack us! We must take up arms! Build up our Hordes and march upon their lands before they do the same to us!" Shouted Alpheus
"That may be, but at the same time it is likely the Mitron's Emperor knows that a war with Dohna would be costly and at the same time leave his lands exposed to rivals. We cannot simply attack because we might be threatened. We need to show the world that we have come far from our nomadic days. That we have aspirations to become a civilized nation who can work with others to usher bring a new era." Replied Hesperos
"You are a blind fool! You claim that we were not civilized before the city, but we grow fat from the protection that these walls provide, and thus makes us an tempting target for our rivals! How would you like to these streets filled with the soldiers of our enemies? How would you like to see our sons slain, our daughters enslaved and our Dragons slaughtered?!" The arguments were put to an end when King Otis stands from his throne, signifying an answer to the debate.
"You both have made your arguments. You spoke with wisdom and passion and I shall take both of your words into account. We cannot allow our rivals to see us as weak, that we will be an easy target for any nation to come and ravage at leisure. But we cannot fall back onto our violent ways when there is a threat at our doors. I shall meet with the king of the Mitrons. We shall discuss a peaceful solution before any talks of war will be made. For now let us make preparations. Send a message to the Mitrons telling them that I have accepted their offer for diplomatic talks. Prepare three Wyverns a dozen Raptors for myself and my Guard, and five young groomed Raptors for the discussion. It is customary to bring gifts after all."
In the plains outside the city, King Otis ride his personal Raptor on a hunting trip to ease the tedium and stress of kingship. Accompanying him are a trio of Otis' own Drakes, as well as a dozen of his bodyguards. The King tracked and hunted herds of wild goats to remind himself of his people's tribal ways as well as to keep his Dragon's skills sharp and reward them with fresh meat. Still the duties of a king follows Otis everywhere, even on his personal breaks as a Wyvern Messenger lands in front of the group as they trailed a herd.
"What is the meaning of this rider? What reason have you for interrupting the King's hunt?" Said the Guard Captain. The Messenger dismounts his Wyvern and kneels in front of the Captain.
"Forgive sir, but the Elders require the king's presence. There is a matter that they see fit to call for the king's voice." Replied the messenger. Otis dismounts his raptor and walks towards the messenger.
"Is that so Messenger? What matter is important enough that the Elders cannot settle this themselves?" Asks Otis
"I know not. I am a simple messenger my King."
"Then I require your Dragon messenger. You shall take my Raptor back to the city. Escort the messenger back to the city. Reward him 140 scales when you reach the city gates then head to the castle." He ordered the guards and messenger as he mounts the Wyvern. The Guards bowed their heads in acknowledgement and the messenger bows his head to the king.
"That you my king you are most kind." Said the messenger.
"Return to the city then return to your duties. If you wish to repay my kindness then do that much." He said before giving a whistle, causing the Wyvern to take off.
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Within the Council, a building filled with 600 Elders, there to advise the kings and to settle minor and some major domestic issues. The council was abuzz with arguments and chatter as they had received a message for a meeting with the King of the nearby nation of Sacrosanct Mitron Imperium with the King sitting on a large throne listening to the arguments. Two councilmen had taken stage, Councilman Alpheus Martis and Councilman Hesperos Tassos.
"We cannot trust the Mitrons! They see us as savages, and it is only a matter of time before they attack us! We must take up arms! Build up our Hordes and march upon their lands before they do the same to us!" Shouted Alpheus
"That may be, but at the same time it is likely the Mitron's Emperor knows that a war with Dohna would be costly and at the same time leave his lands exposed to rivals. We cannot simply attack because we might be threatened. We need to show the world that we have come far from our nomadic days. That we have aspirations to become a civilized nation who can work with others to usher bring a new era." Replied Hesperos
"You are a blind fool! You claim that we were not civilized before the city, but we grow fat from the protection that these walls provide, and thus makes us an tempting target for our rivals! How would you like to these streets filled with the soldiers of our enemies? How would you like to see our sons slain, our daughters enslaved and our Dragons slaughtered?!" The arguments were put to an end when King Otis stands from his throne, signifying an answer to the debate.
"You both have made your arguments. You spoke with wisdom and passion and I shall take both of your words into account. We cannot allow our rivals to see us as weak, that we will be an easy target for any nation to come and ravage at leisure. But we cannot fall back onto our violent ways when there is a threat at our doors. I shall meet with the king of the Mitrons. We shall discuss a peaceful solution before any talks of war will be made. For now let us make preparations. Send a message to the Mitrons telling them that I have accepted their offer for diplomatic talks. Prepare three Wyverns a dozen Raptors for myself and my Guard, and five young groomed Raptors for the discussion. It is customary to bring gifts after all."
Littlemankitten
I heal you, I hurt you. I heal you again. Forever
High Kingdom of Mork'al
In the great metal working forges below the throne room of the capital, molten metals streamed from the ceiling in tubes and into the great forges. These forges were the biggest in the entire continent and a great source of pride from the dwarves. In these forges the best weapons and equipment is produced, specially made to suit the needs of royal family members and high ranking officers, as well as to experiment with new types of metal working and equipment. The forges were owned by the members of the King Forge, these were the most elite of the elite in terms of metal working, and even a low ranking member is a very high honor for any dwarf. High king Thaghotum Steelfist was at one of these forges, hammering away at a glowing piece of metal on an anvil. One of his favorite pastimes was to hang around in the forges, forging swords, shield, hammers and other such things for his high ranking officers. He would also discuss new advances in metalworking with the High Forge members as well as discuss military matters.
A messenger similar to the one that approached him in the throne room ran up to the king and wiped his sweat covered forehead. The king looked up momentarily at the unexpected interruption and the messenger produced a note from his satchels and handed it to the king.
"This better be important." The king said gruffly, after all interrupting the king while he was metal working was forbidden unless something important was to happen. The king read the note over as the messenger began to speak.
"My lord it would seem a foreign power's leader, specifically The Unified Kingdom of Tierra, is coming to discuss matters with you, I do not know the details, but it would seem to have to do with the child that was born." The messenger didn't have to elaborate which child, their could only be one that was important enough to warrant this. The king sighed and set down his hammer, and put the sword he was working on in the scrap bin. He took off his working clothes which he wore over is normal, royal clothing and began walking to the throne room.
"Very well." The king told the messenger. "Tell my advisors to come and meet in the throne room, we have important matters to discuss." The messenger nodded and took off.
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In the throne room, the advisors sat at their tables, the King on his throne in the middle as they awaited their guest.
"I don't like this." Grorhock the military advisor said. 'The Tierran's are more civilized then most of the other kingdoms, but I'm afraid of any foreign meddling in our plans." He spoke with a slight nervous tone, he was always weary of other foreign powers, and for good reason. The king sighed as he looked over to him.
"Grorhock we've been over this, help is something we will need if we want to survive in this world. Look at our military power, they couldn't take over a bee's nest outside of our territory." The king said with clear annoyance in his voice. Grorhock sighed and sat back down onto his chair, not wanting to push his luck.
"The only friendly relations we had with anyone has been the The Republic of Aflar, and even then it hasn't gone that far. A potential ally could not only help us in militaristic matters, but also economic and societal ones!" Lorik the foreign relations advisor said cherfully, he was thrilled about the idea of a potential ally, no matter who it was.
"Before we go any further, we have to see what they have to say, for all we know it could be another ' stay out of our territory you puny dwarves yada yada yada'" The king rumbled as he motioned for his advisors to stop talking. They then waited.
In the great metal working forges below the throne room of the capital, molten metals streamed from the ceiling in tubes and into the great forges. These forges were the biggest in the entire continent and a great source of pride from the dwarves. In these forges the best weapons and equipment is produced, specially made to suit the needs of royal family members and high ranking officers, as well as to experiment with new types of metal working and equipment. The forges were owned by the members of the King Forge, these were the most elite of the elite in terms of metal working, and even a low ranking member is a very high honor for any dwarf. High king Thaghotum Steelfist was at one of these forges, hammering away at a glowing piece of metal on an anvil. One of his favorite pastimes was to hang around in the forges, forging swords, shield, hammers and other such things for his high ranking officers. He would also discuss new advances in metalworking with the High Forge members as well as discuss military matters.
A messenger similar to the one that approached him in the throne room ran up to the king and wiped his sweat covered forehead. The king looked up momentarily at the unexpected interruption and the messenger produced a note from his satchels and handed it to the king.
"This better be important." The king said gruffly, after all interrupting the king while he was metal working was forbidden unless something important was to happen. The king read the note over as the messenger began to speak.
"My lord it would seem a foreign power's leader, specifically The Unified Kingdom of Tierra, is coming to discuss matters with you, I do not know the details, but it would seem to have to do with the child that was born." The messenger didn't have to elaborate which child, their could only be one that was important enough to warrant this. The king sighed and set down his hammer, and put the sword he was working on in the scrap bin. He took off his working clothes which he wore over is normal, royal clothing and began walking to the throne room.
"Very well." The king told the messenger. "Tell my advisors to come and meet in the throne room, we have important matters to discuss." The messenger nodded and took off.
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In the throne room, the advisors sat at their tables, the King on his throne in the middle as they awaited their guest.
"I don't like this." Grorhock the military advisor said. 'The Tierran's are more civilized then most of the other kingdoms, but I'm afraid of any foreign meddling in our plans." He spoke with a slight nervous tone, he was always weary of other foreign powers, and for good reason. The king sighed as he looked over to him.
"Grorhock we've been over this, help is something we will need if we want to survive in this world. Look at our military power, they couldn't take over a bee's nest outside of our territory." The king said with clear annoyance in his voice. Grorhock sighed and sat back down onto his chair, not wanting to push his luck.
"The only friendly relations we had with anyone has been the The Republic of Aflar, and even then it hasn't gone that far. A potential ally could not only help us in militaristic matters, but also economic and societal ones!" Lorik the foreign relations advisor said cherfully, he was thrilled about the idea of a potential ally, no matter who it was.
"Before we go any further, we have to see what they have to say, for all we know it could be another ' stay out of our territory you puny dwarves yada yada yada'" The king rumbled as he motioned for his advisors to stop talking. They then waited.
Stoic
M̷̵̧͜è͘͘͜m̡҉͞͞b̵̴̷e͟r̕͟
The Unified Kingdom of Tierra
King Edwin rode at the front of his traveling band of thirty people some in carriages and some in horses. To Edwin's side rode eigth heavily armored men carrying lances with banners and saber but behind them a large group of servants which drove carriages and would help clean and set up camp. The King pitied the Knights for having to wear such bulky suits of armor in one of the hottest countries there were while Edwin only wore a light cloak though he also held a saber on his side. Indeed The High Kingdom of Mork'al was if not hotter then at least much dryer than the land of Tierra but nevertheless, every knight in his group chose to wear armor either to impress their King or because none of them wanted to give in and admit weakness first.
King Edwin stopped at the front gates of the Dwarven city of Mork Dunak hailing the guards "Good evening dwarves of Mork'al" Edwin said with the smile he'd been taught to perfect as a child "Can you send word to your liege King Steelfist that a party of Tierrans including their King, Edwin Rendower is awaiting at their door for an escort into the castle" he gestured towards the carts behind him with a flourish "Tell your king also to expect gifts"
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Lord Anthony Barithorne stood at the top of a raised platform in the ballroom of Aetoria Castle. Around him gathered most of the nobility in Tierra that could come so quickly numbering almost two hundred in all. The night was already filled with tension as most were called upon the castle in urgency with no explanation at all and not even when they arrived were they told anything. Lord Barithorne had not put anybody at ease either when he insisted on waiting for as many people to arrive and that the various Lords and their wives should eat and relax in the ballroom before the announcement was made
And so Lord Barithorne was the center of attention, murmurs filled the crowded room until he raised his hand to silence them "Now I know that all of you are curious as to why you've been called here" complete silence Either news of the god-child already traveled or the nobles decided today to use humility the latter of which sounded unlikely. Anthony continued after a second "We received word a bit of time ago that the God King Suavatr has been reincarnated" this made crowd roar to life in confusion, uncertainty, and anger "I've heard rumours-, But only the saints can be considered divine-, What does this mean for the country-"Anthony waited again before speaking "Now of course these are just rumors but King Edwin has felt it necessary to raise a makeshift militia in case this civil discourse were to somehow unbalance the power of Ceris and defend Tierra from any warring neighbours" again the crowd let loose their noise "Are we going to war? Who are we fighting? Can't we just stay out of this?"
Damn this whole song and dance I really should have just told everybody to keep questions till the end Mentally Anthony was smacking himself in the face but he continued none the less "The Rightful King Edwin of house Rendower has decried that all house must train at least half a dozen soldiers to protect Tierra from any discourse. This isn't to say that all house should only equip and train Six indeed if any houses would like to distinguish themselves then they must provide quality troops until this whole mess is dealt with" and with that Lord Barithorne walked off the platform only to be mobbed by the group of impatient nobles. This is gonna be a long night he sighed to himself
King Edwin rode at the front of his traveling band of thirty people some in carriages and some in horses. To Edwin's side rode eigth heavily armored men carrying lances with banners and saber but behind them a large group of servants which drove carriages and would help clean and set up camp. The King pitied the Knights for having to wear such bulky suits of armor in one of the hottest countries there were while Edwin only wore a light cloak though he also held a saber on his side. Indeed The High Kingdom of Mork'al was if not hotter then at least much dryer than the land of Tierra but nevertheless, every knight in his group chose to wear armor either to impress their King or because none of them wanted to give in and admit weakness first.
King Edwin stopped at the front gates of the Dwarven city of Mork Dunak hailing the guards "Good evening dwarves of Mork'al" Edwin said with the smile he'd been taught to perfect as a child "Can you send word to your liege King Steelfist that a party of Tierrans including their King, Edwin Rendower is awaiting at their door for an escort into the castle" he gestured towards the carts behind him with a flourish "Tell your king also to expect gifts"
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Lord Anthony Barithorne stood at the top of a raised platform in the ballroom of Aetoria Castle. Around him gathered most of the nobility in Tierra that could come so quickly numbering almost two hundred in all. The night was already filled with tension as most were called upon the castle in urgency with no explanation at all and not even when they arrived were they told anything. Lord Barithorne had not put anybody at ease either when he insisted on waiting for as many people to arrive and that the various Lords and their wives should eat and relax in the ballroom before the announcement was made
And so Lord Barithorne was the center of attention, murmurs filled the crowded room until he raised his hand to silence them "Now I know that all of you are curious as to why you've been called here" complete silence Either news of the god-child already traveled or the nobles decided today to use humility the latter of which sounded unlikely. Anthony continued after a second "We received word a bit of time ago that the God King Suavatr has been reincarnated" this made crowd roar to life in confusion, uncertainty, and anger "I've heard rumours-, But only the saints can be considered divine-, What does this mean for the country-"Anthony waited again before speaking "Now of course these are just rumors but King Edwin has felt it necessary to raise a makeshift militia in case this civil discourse were to somehow unbalance the power of Ceris and defend Tierra from any warring neighbours" again the crowd let loose their noise "Are we going to war? Who are we fighting? Can't we just stay out of this?"
Damn this whole song and dance I really should have just told everybody to keep questions till the end Mentally Anthony was smacking himself in the face but he continued none the less "The Rightful King Edwin of house Rendower has decried that all house must train at least half a dozen soldiers to protect Tierra from any discourse. This isn't to say that all house should only equip and train Six indeed if any houses would like to distinguish themselves then they must provide quality troops until this whole mess is dealt with" and with that Lord Barithorne walked off the platform only to be mobbed by the group of impatient nobles. This is gonna be a long night he sighed to himself
ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
Dohna
Coming from the west, king Otis and his guards had to traverse pass the Mitron's fortified mountain pass on their way to the city. The fortifications seemed near impenetrable with the mountains acting as natural barriers and the placement of the wall left the pass virtually impassable by conventional means. Despite the wall however, Otis and his men had no problems as they were on a diplomatic mission and had a sealed letter of passage that the messenger that the Mitrons had send some time ago. Still the group's time at the wall was rather short as the guards seemed to hurry the Dohna along as quickly as they can. Probably, possible more accurately obviously, because of the Dragons that Otis and his men rode on.
When arriving at the city, they passed grand buildings, massive statures and even engraved roads, all made of marble and fine stone. While Otis have no love for the Mitrons or their so called 'God-Emperor', he had to admit their artwork and architecture was rather extravagant, if not beautiful. While the king admired the city, his guards kept a watchful eye on the populous as adults and children stare and gawk at, not the riders but their mounts, as they haven't seen such creatures before. They had also noticed that as they walked along the main road, the number of guards slowly increased the closer they got to the capital. Still even with the gawking and guards Otis and his men arrived at the Emperor's palace without any trouble. Two guards, a single armored Raptor, as well as the five Groomed Raptors followed their king into the palace while the rest of the ten guards and their mounts stood outside and waited for the meeting to be over. Otis walked into the hall, escorted by his own men and a palace servant. The servant announced the arrival of the king and Otis walked up to the throne, carrying the reins of the Groomed Raptors as his guards stood back.
The man was larger then any man Otis had seen before, but the king wasn't threatened by the man's size. To him he was just a man. The King bowed respectfully before addressing the Emperor as he would an equal. "I have respectfully answered your summons. I am King Otis Lias of the Dohnan people. My kin call me the Uniter. You may call me whatever you wish, within reason of course. As a gift I have brought with me 5 fine Groomed Raptors for you. They would make excellent guards for you, or fine steeds for you to show the people." He said
Coming from the west, king Otis and his guards had to traverse pass the Mitron's fortified mountain pass on their way to the city. The fortifications seemed near impenetrable with the mountains acting as natural barriers and the placement of the wall left the pass virtually impassable by conventional means. Despite the wall however, Otis and his men had no problems as they were on a diplomatic mission and had a sealed letter of passage that the messenger that the Mitrons had send some time ago. Still the group's time at the wall was rather short as the guards seemed to hurry the Dohna along as quickly as they can. Probably, possible more accurately obviously, because of the Dragons that Otis and his men rode on.
When arriving at the city, they passed grand buildings, massive statures and even engraved roads, all made of marble and fine stone. While Otis have no love for the Mitrons or their so called 'God-Emperor', he had to admit their artwork and architecture was rather extravagant, if not beautiful. While the king admired the city, his guards kept a watchful eye on the populous as adults and children stare and gawk at, not the riders but their mounts, as they haven't seen such creatures before. They had also noticed that as they walked along the main road, the number of guards slowly increased the closer they got to the capital. Still even with the gawking and guards Otis and his men arrived at the Emperor's palace without any trouble. Two guards, a single armored Raptor, as well as the five Groomed Raptors followed their king into the palace while the rest of the ten guards and their mounts stood outside and waited for the meeting to be over. Otis walked into the hall, escorted by his own men and a palace servant. The servant announced the arrival of the king and Otis walked up to the throne, carrying the reins of the Groomed Raptors as his guards stood back.
The man was larger then any man Otis had seen before, but the king wasn't threatened by the man's size. To him he was just a man. The King bowed respectfully before addressing the Emperor as he would an equal. "I have respectfully answered your summons. I am King Otis Lias of the Dohnan people. My kin call me the Uniter. You may call me whatever you wish, within reason of course. As a gift I have brought with me 5 fine Groomed Raptors for you. They would make excellent guards for you, or fine steeds for you to show the people." He said
Littlemankitten
I heal you, I hurt you. I heal you again. Forever
High Kingdom of Mork'al
The meeting was over with the king from the High Kingdom of Tierra. King Thaghotum Steelfist was rather satisfied with the events that had transpired, and he hoped that it would end in great things for his country. He was still on his throne, discussing what the deal would mean for the country and everyone in it. More than a few of the advisors were rather drunk as the Tierran king threw a party after the deal was made, but they were nonetheless alert and fit for discussion. The deal they had agreed upon involves a mutual trade between different types of alcohol, as well as embassy establishment in each of the capitals of the kingdoms. Work had already started to build the Tierran embassy in a fortified, watchable, but quite nice area of the capital. And he hoped that the Tierran's were also upholding the deal in a timely matter. However the military advisor was not happy at all with what has happened.
"My king, I insist that we reconsider the deal and abolish it, we cannot trust any outsiders, and that the reason the dwarves have stayed aloft for so long is because of our isolation from everyone else." The king has heard this argument many times before from the advisor, and was getting quite sick of it.
"Grorhock, we will take the necessary actions if they try anything, but they seem like good people, and I am willing to trust them to uphold the deal and not step out of line. And as I have said, we may have stayed here for so long because of our isolation, but we haven't grown in centuries our technology, as advanced as it is, is stagnating, and our people start to grow more concerned over more and more trivial matters. We need to start stepping out of our borders and begin seeing the world, very few of us even know what the outside world looks like, most don't even know what an ocean is." The advisor started to shake is head but the king held up a hand to make sure he said nothing else. "In fact, I am so sure this is a problem, I will order you to begin setting up scouting parties for the area outside our borders to see what is available for settlement. We have been isolated for to long, we need to start reaching out, no matter the risks."
Grorhock stared at his king for a moment, bewildered, but he wasn't about to talk back again. So he sighed submissively and sat back down to begin making drafts for the compositions and orders for these parties. The rest of the advisors murmured among themselves, but once again refused to question the king. The king remained stone faced, adamant about his decision. But deep down he himself was also worried about what this order could mean for his kingdom. He was sure that the first months or years of this would be easy, but as they started meeting new people and kingdoms, especially the orcs, things would get much harder, much faster.
The meeting was over with the king from the High Kingdom of Tierra. King Thaghotum Steelfist was rather satisfied with the events that had transpired, and he hoped that it would end in great things for his country. He was still on his throne, discussing what the deal would mean for the country and everyone in it. More than a few of the advisors were rather drunk as the Tierran king threw a party after the deal was made, but they were nonetheless alert and fit for discussion. The deal they had agreed upon involves a mutual trade between different types of alcohol, as well as embassy establishment in each of the capitals of the kingdoms. Work had already started to build the Tierran embassy in a fortified, watchable, but quite nice area of the capital. And he hoped that the Tierran's were also upholding the deal in a timely matter. However the military advisor was not happy at all with what has happened.
"My king, I insist that we reconsider the deal and abolish it, we cannot trust any outsiders, and that the reason the dwarves have stayed aloft for so long is because of our isolation from everyone else." The king has heard this argument many times before from the advisor, and was getting quite sick of it.
"Grorhock, we will take the necessary actions if they try anything, but they seem like good people, and I am willing to trust them to uphold the deal and not step out of line. And as I have said, we may have stayed here for so long because of our isolation, but we haven't grown in centuries our technology, as advanced as it is, is stagnating, and our people start to grow more concerned over more and more trivial matters. We need to start stepping out of our borders and begin seeing the world, very few of us even know what the outside world looks like, most don't even know what an ocean is." The advisor started to shake is head but the king held up a hand to make sure he said nothing else. "In fact, I am so sure this is a problem, I will order you to begin setting up scouting parties for the area outside our borders to see what is available for settlement. We have been isolated for to long, we need to start reaching out, no matter the risks."
Grorhock stared at his king for a moment, bewildered, but he wasn't about to talk back again. So he sighed submissively and sat back down to begin making drafts for the compositions and orders for these parties. The rest of the advisors murmured among themselves, but once again refused to question the king. The king remained stone faced, adamant about his decision. But deep down he himself was also worried about what this order could mean for his kingdom. He was sure that the first months or years of this would be easy, but as they started meeting new people and kingdoms, especially the orcs, things would get much harder, much faster.
ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
Dohna
With the talks over King Otis gather up his men, and leaves the 5 Groomed Raptors in the palace as his gift to the Emperor. He remembers to tell the servants how to care for them, to keep them healthy. 'Feed the raw meat twice a day, clean them once a week, place them in an area where they can run, and let them hunt fresh game once a month.' he told the servants before leaving with his entourage with a expensive but rather gaudy black and gold set of ornate plate armor in tow. As they rode out of the city Otis's captain felt it was safe to begin to finally speak freely.
"I assume the talks went well my king?" Asks the captain
"Well enough I would like to think. We have divided the forest into two halves for our people and the Mitrons to share. Now all we need to do is respect them and no trouble should come in the near future." Replied the king
"If I may ask my king, but what will stop our people from simply attacking the Mitrons? There are still many who hold true to our raiding past and wish to drive the Mitrons from the forest entirely." Said the Captain
"I have anticipated this reaction. That is why I have established small trade agreements with the Mitrons. We shall allow our merchants to sell the Mitrons food and return the Mitrons will sell us their dyes. However the Emperor wish to take a small portion of our earnings for himself. I do not agree with this method of trade but it is a small price to pay, and in the future this may lead to decreased hostilities." Said Otis.
"I certainly hope so my king." Said the Captain. The King and his group had a safe trip back to Dohna and after proclaiming the new divide to the Councilmen, he had the reaction he expected. A third of the council still believe they should simply take the forest with blade and blood, but Otis quickly silenced all notion of war with the Mitrons when he explained the situation. Food for dyes. A boon for the people, and a chance to increase the wealth of the people and while these 'tariffs' were sounded troublesome, at least the Dohna were allowed to take some of the earnings of the Mitrons just as the Mitrons would do for them. This talk of trade with the mitrons for a valued resource kept the council from raising their weapons at the Mitrons and allowed Otis to focus on other matters for the time being.
With the talks over King Otis gather up his men, and leaves the 5 Groomed Raptors in the palace as his gift to the Emperor. He remembers to tell the servants how to care for them, to keep them healthy. 'Feed the raw meat twice a day, clean them once a week, place them in an area where they can run, and let them hunt fresh game once a month.' he told the servants before leaving with his entourage with a expensive but rather gaudy black and gold set of ornate plate armor in tow. As they rode out of the city Otis's captain felt it was safe to begin to finally speak freely.
"I assume the talks went well my king?" Asks the captain
"Well enough I would like to think. We have divided the forest into two halves for our people and the Mitrons to share. Now all we need to do is respect them and no trouble should come in the near future." Replied the king
"If I may ask my king, but what will stop our people from simply attacking the Mitrons? There are still many who hold true to our raiding past and wish to drive the Mitrons from the forest entirely." Said the Captain
"I have anticipated this reaction. That is why I have established small trade agreements with the Mitrons. We shall allow our merchants to sell the Mitrons food and return the Mitrons will sell us their dyes. However the Emperor wish to take a small portion of our earnings for himself. I do not agree with this method of trade but it is a small price to pay, and in the future this may lead to decreased hostilities." Said Otis.
"I certainly hope so my king." Said the Captain. The King and his group had a safe trip back to Dohna and after proclaiming the new divide to the Councilmen, he had the reaction he expected. A third of the council still believe they should simply take the forest with blade and blood, but Otis quickly silenced all notion of war with the Mitrons when he explained the situation. Food for dyes. A boon for the people, and a chance to increase the wealth of the people and while these 'tariffs' were sounded troublesome, at least the Dohna were allowed to take some of the earnings of the Mitrons just as the Mitrons would do for them. This talk of trade with the mitrons for a valued resource kept the council from raising their weapons at the Mitrons and allowed Otis to focus on other matters for the time being.
TheGreenerGrey
Self-proclaimed everything expert.
Sacrosanct Mitron Empire
It has been a few months since the trade talks with the Dohnans and it seems that the Mitron empire is finally beginning to see a significant increase in moral and productivity. With the allure of spices and foods beyond the usual fare that most Mitron citizens are doomed to eat workplace productivity has nearly doubled. However, that wasn't the matter of concern that had Yanden's high priests bowed before him today, the nobles prostrated before him, heads low enough to touch the ground.
"Your holiness, we beseech you, excersize our divine empire's true might!" Said one of the high priests, head still touching the ground as he continues. "The other countries do not fear us as they should! They see us as merely another nation and not one to be respected!"
At his words the other priests give nods of assent while the centre one finally rises. Yanden's heir stands tall as he clicks his fingers, two servants emerging from the shadows to place a large map of the continent over the floor. "We have identified an easy target for conquer, your holiness. They call themselves The Republic Of Aflar. It is a scholarly nation, filled with academic minds that few people in our empire could hope to match. Should we be able to defeat them, the addition of their knowledge could provide a very important boon to our people. But that isn't the reason we have decided to bring them forth today. The strongest reason we have is that they lack nearly any sort of military. Should we be able to secure a strong invasion point our army could wash over the land like a tide." He explains, holding his hand out to gesture towards a small desert area to the north of the map.
Yanden peered down from his throne, leaning forward as he analysed the map. Should he give such an invasion his blessing, he knew that they would most likely need to attack via the sea. The dwarves governed the territory between the Mitron Empire and the Aflar Republic, and he couldn't put his faith in preserving his army to an unknown entity. Turning his head towards his successor, he opens his mouth to speak. "Do the ships have enough supplies?" He boomed out, peering down.
At his words the high priest grins. "Of course, your holiness. The preparations have already been made. All that needs to be given is your permission." He answers, daring for the first time to lay his eyes upon Yanden's body. "Then go," Yanden responds as he reclines back, the shadows cast by the chair enveloping him. "Teach the world why they should fear the Mitron empire. By my decree, the first grand crusade shall begin!"
Across the country, 80,000 Mitron warriors, war machines and followers board the grand Mitron fleet and begin to make their way north, towards the desert of Aflar, where the first true war would begin since the end of the 20 year war.
It has been a few months since the trade talks with the Dohnans and it seems that the Mitron empire is finally beginning to see a significant increase in moral and productivity. With the allure of spices and foods beyond the usual fare that most Mitron citizens are doomed to eat workplace productivity has nearly doubled. However, that wasn't the matter of concern that had Yanden's high priests bowed before him today, the nobles prostrated before him, heads low enough to touch the ground.
"Your holiness, we beseech you, excersize our divine empire's true might!" Said one of the high priests, head still touching the ground as he continues. "The other countries do not fear us as they should! They see us as merely another nation and not one to be respected!"
At his words the other priests give nods of assent while the centre one finally rises. Yanden's heir stands tall as he clicks his fingers, two servants emerging from the shadows to place a large map of the continent over the floor. "We have identified an easy target for conquer, your holiness. They call themselves The Republic Of Aflar. It is a scholarly nation, filled with academic minds that few people in our empire could hope to match. Should we be able to defeat them, the addition of their knowledge could provide a very important boon to our people. But that isn't the reason we have decided to bring them forth today. The strongest reason we have is that they lack nearly any sort of military. Should we be able to secure a strong invasion point our army could wash over the land like a tide." He explains, holding his hand out to gesture towards a small desert area to the north of the map.
Yanden peered down from his throne, leaning forward as he analysed the map. Should he give such an invasion his blessing, he knew that they would most likely need to attack via the sea. The dwarves governed the territory between the Mitron Empire and the Aflar Republic, and he couldn't put his faith in preserving his army to an unknown entity. Turning his head towards his successor, he opens his mouth to speak. "Do the ships have enough supplies?" He boomed out, peering down.
At his words the high priest grins. "Of course, your holiness. The preparations have already been made. All that needs to be given is your permission." He answers, daring for the first time to lay his eyes upon Yanden's body. "Then go," Yanden responds as he reclines back, the shadows cast by the chair enveloping him. "Teach the world why they should fear the Mitron empire. By my decree, the first grand crusade shall begin!"
Across the country, 80,000 Mitron warriors, war machines and followers board the grand Mitron fleet and begin to make their way north, towards the desert of Aflar, where the first true war would begin since the end of the 20 year war.