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THE WAR AGAINTS THE DEAD KING – Pt 4
After the invasion
Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang gave the order to his men to cut down the entire forest. Most soldiers were glad to destroy this place as it had an oppressive feel, it seemed to be watching you, learning about your behaviour, planning to use it against you. The woods were dark, the air was thick, breathing was difficult and the ground was littered with dead wood and leaves. The trees were strong and large in numbers, so the edge of the woods was pushed back quite slowly. Eventually a large amount of wood came to be chopped down, and the second goal of Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang came to light: shipbuilding. Firstly constructionsites were built in the swampy shores newly conquered lands. The shoreline was rich in harbours, and surely new ports would grow from those places were construction had begun. Ayeliseyo and his buildmasters had chosen these locations carefully, and in chopping down the forest, roads leading there were cleared first. The forest continued being pushed back, and the constructionharbours continued to grow. Soon, the first ships could be built. It went on like this for several months, and so it came to be that the proud and magnificent Empire of Athardwe gained an additional thirty six ships.
The War of the Ally
In the office of Emperor Ayeliseyo, Ngas Pavang
“Emperor?”
“Come in, Scarab. What is it?”
“Concerning the Ard Nax-deal...”
“Ships? How many?”
“Thirty”
“Right, I shall have word sent to Tosh Gagvar.”
In the harbour of Tosh Gagvar
“Isn’t odd we are sending thirty ships to aid a nation we know nothing about?” The dockworkers were chatting about the strange order they had just received. “Typical Goblins, always asking questions.” the dockmaster said.
The ships were sent off to the meeting point to the north-east of Vilentzia. As they left the Goblin, still standing ashore with his companions, spoke again. “I just don’t see the point, we build thirty six ships and send thirty off to some Sayakisforsaken sea.”
“Shut your trap, outsider.” The dockmaster didn’t appreciate his emperor being openly questioned. “Athardwe is property of Emperor Ayeliseyo, and so are you.”
“Sorry gov.”
“You better be.”
One could just see the last of the ships and the dockworkers went back to their jobs, only the Goblin kept staring into the distance.
“Terzet! The cargo.”
“Right gov.” The Goblin was jerked out of his thoughts and back into reality, everything on the docks went on as if nothing had happened.
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The Second War: Expansion to the West – Pt. 1: The South, the colonial barrier
In the office of Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang, Ngas Pavang, just outside of the Capital city of Corcorrath
“An announcement, your Majesty.”
“Come on in.”
The Emperor of all of Athardwe was eating. The table at which he sat was a small one, compared to the others in the palace. He was eating at the side table of his desk, while reading a report. He was eating boar with cranberry sauce.
“Yes? Have you come to bring a message or just to stand there and to look at my meal?”
“Yes, sorry sir.”
The messenger spoke:
“It’s the Jazquars, they would think it prosperous to the nation to expand eastward.”
Ayeliseyo looked up from his report.
“Warmongers...”
He whispered.
“Alright, call for them to gather here, in person, not in holograms, spirits, messenger, envoy or any other form. This must be discussed man to man.”
“Right, sir, at once.”
The messenger scurried off again and the emperor continued with his meal and with his report.
In the Jazquarial council, Ngas Pavang, just outside of the Capital city of Corcorrath
“Today we have gathered here to discuss a most compelling campaign. Let me start by saying we are moving east, it is in our best interest to unite the Orcoid’s of Umbar against the evergrowing threat of the foreign invaders. This campaign will not be hostile unless it is the only possible way. We will negotiate, buy, bribe and marry our way east. Is that clear?”
The Jazquars responded in agreement, some more enthusiastic than others, yet none dared to go against Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang’s word. The emperor broke the silence:
“Tzet of Jajaya, your Jazquarate is closest to the Orcish Kingdom of Graabúnar, you will go to the court to discuss possible alliances, conjunctions or vassalisations with the king. Since the Fjornish took some of their lands, I am sure they won’t be to keen on outsiders.”
“Right, Emperor sir.”
Ayeliseyo looked at Tzet, and calmly yet in severely said:
“He has a daughter, you will ask for her hand.”
Tzet was surprised and displeased, he yelled:
“What?! I will not, I’ve never met this woman and marriage is still a personal and free thing in Athardwe!”
“This will make the gesture even greater.”
Ayeliseyo stayed calm, he had expected the half Orc half Goblin to respond in such a manner. He calmly explained why Tzet must do this, and that the Jazquar had no choice in the matter, it was out of his hands, on top of that, the king’s daughter was considered to be quite beautiful, and she was young. Eventually Tzet agreed to it, he would marry the princess of Grabunar, nor she nor her father would ever be against the idea of marrying a Jazquar of Athardwe, or at least so did the Emperor and Tzet believe.
On the road to the Royal Palace of Graabúnar (Frest Nar Anuth, Capital city of the kingdom of Graabúnar) through the Jajaya Vale and across the Nargothrond Ridge
Tzet “Half-Blood” Azethec had been traveling for days now, his feet were tired and his mouth was dry. He was hungry, and so was his feline companion, Zeneth Ayun, meaning “black lightning” in the southern dialect of Emperial Athardwemi speech.
“I would kill for something other than berries and goatmeat...”
There was little bread left and out of principle Tzet wanted to share it evenly among every member of the party, excluding the many slaves, of course. They walked across the Great Nargothrond Ridge and as they did they saw the Graabúnar icities in the ditance, it was as if a curtain did fall when they crossed the ridge and laid eyes upon a new horizon. They had arrived in the Kingdom of Graabúnar.
In the Royal Palace of Graabúnar, Frest Nar Anuth, Capital city of the kingdom of Graabúnar
“Welcome welcome! It is our honour to welcome a Jazquar of Athardwe!”
The Graabúnari guards were honoured to welcome Tzet “Half-Blood” Azethec’s traveling party. Tzet was brought to a great room decorated with gold and ebony, there he met the king and his beautiful daughter, and immediately he asked for her hand. So it came to be that Graabúnar prepared for a royal wedding, and all and everyone were in the highest state of delight. Tzet was shocked by the beauty and character of his bride, he had expected nothing of the likes, and he too was in delight. But even more so than the people, the princess or the Jazquar, it was the king who was overcome with the most joy. His house was the only noble house in the kingdom, and he had known his daughter had to marry a foreigner, but he had never expected it to be one of such power and wealth as the Jazquar of the Jajayan Vale of Athardwe. He was so overcome that not a week after the wedding, he stepped back and let his daughter and her husband claim the dual thrones of Graabúnar. Tzet was king.
Some time later Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang came to announce the official conjunction of Graabúnar and the Vale, and he welcomed the small kingdom to the Empire. The Jazquarate would be called Rabonar, as was the Athardwemi bastardization of the name of the kingdom. The people did not understand much of what had happened, but they were glad to see a new king on the throne. The old one had become sloppy and slow of wit, they believed Tzet would not make those mistakes, and they hoped he would be as kind as the old king had been. And in a way Tzet was. He brought new laws, economical and political principals and universities from the Empire to his Realm, and all prospered, leaving their agricultural lifestyle behind, and stepping in to the golden age of Athardwe, joining in its prosperity and wealth and enlightenment.
Expansion to the West, surely?
The Second War: Expansion to the West – Pt. 2: Land of the Thousand Lakes
Avital, capital of the Land of the Thousand Lakes
There was an independent city state called Avital. It’s name was derived from the Xedan word “capital” as it was the greatest trading hub on the mainland of Umbar, therefor many thought it to be the actual capital of the continent. Unlike other great umbari citis, like Meccarious, Tosh Gagvar or Corcorrath, it was not part of an empire, but independent, like the Orcoids had always been. Avital was a great and rich city, ruled by democracy and good to its inhabitants. Avital held a central position in a region known as the Land of the Thousand Lakes. This region was ever at war with itself. The many warring city states and tribes made the land one of bloodshed and terror, however there was a concensus, Avital would remain unharmed, as would the roads leading there be. All warlords, stewards, kings, chiefs and leaders of these states know that the republic of Avital was the beating heart of the region, and attacking it would harm everyone. They also knew Avital would not expand its borders or harm any nation. And so it came to be that this small republican freestate became the heart of a continent, free until the day the Athardwemi Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang arrived. On his way to the city state he had passed many tiny warring nations, and he had resolved their conflicts through diplomacy. This pleased the parliament of Avital, and he was welcomed as a friend. This disposition would soon change when Ayeliseyo mentioned the true intent of his visit. Some councilmembers and senators would have loved nothing more than to join this empire, but most were firmly against it, this is when the Emperor started to weave his web of lies and intrigue. Through his politics it soon came to be that some were convinced, some disappeared, but most took a neutral position as to not draw attention. Ayelieyo lo Pavang knew that the weakness of a democracy lay in populism, so he started a campaign, he would run for senator. He promised many things, and was planning on making most of them come true, and he showed this, his intents were sincere, and so was his popularity. It was not after long that he did become senator, and in the parliament too his popularity grew. He held parties, gatherings and pumped Athardwemi money into the restoration of the suburbs. Soon he had gathered a loyal following, and then he declared the conjunction between Avital and Athardwe, and a succes it was. People cheered in the streets, there was a feast in the parliament and Emperor Ayeliseyo lo Pavang was to declare the biggest announcement since he had claimed the position of senator: Avital would become the new capital of Athardwe by 4E 28!
The warring states of the Land of the Thousand Lakes
After the Empire had claimed Avital, the warring states started reconsidering their disposition towards the merchant city. It was no longer independent, it had chosen a side now, and it had become to powerful. Ayelisyo and his army rode up to the keep in which the largest of the states, Brazhnar, had taken refuge, and spoke: “People of Brazhnar, give up now, and the keep shall not meet the fait of every other fort in your lands. Your people do not need to suffer. Give up now and they shall be spared.” He hoped his words would spark some sense of rebellion in the troops’ hearts. But hope was spread thin among them. They feared Ayelisyo too, because their leaders had filled their hearts and heads with lies. They had told them Ayeliseyo was a demon, that he would feast upon their souls. They had told them the Agrime enslaved all other races, especially Orcs. They had told them they would be worse off under Ayeliseyo, then under them. Yet the soldiers of Athardwe seemed proud and honoured to stand upon the field of battle. Most of the Orcs were scarred and badly fed, disease had taken many. Compared to the glorious “slave” High-Orcs in the Athardwemi military force, they were nothing, and this made them doubt their cruel masters. Would this doubt rekindle hope? As the Orcs grew doubtful, night descended upon the keep, and upon the Athardwemi armies. So it came to pass that dawn was upon them. With the first rays of sun so did the Jazquars rise. The troops were wakened, and as the first day patrols started appearing on the walls of the keep, the first attack was prepared. That night the the Erhynar Vampiric Elite Stealth Squad had not been able to get into the fort, but they did locate several weak sots in it’s defence. For one there was the sewage system, with the right amount of explosives it could be turned into a new gate in the walls, second there were the hills, making the difference in height between the wall and ground level a lot lower on one side, third there were the watchtowers, if someone were able to climb them and assassinate the guards, the advance would be spotted a lot later. All of these weaknesses were exploited and the first wall fell within the first hours of the seige. The rest of the battle was bloody and long. for seven days and seven nights they lay seige upon that dark keep, until finally, it fell. The keep fell, and so did the other fortresses in this land of warring states, disunity had been their downfall.
Of course, I changed it.
The Second War: Expansion to the West – Pt. 3: The North, the desert of Nimlad
The northern border of Athardwe, the Thazepagi troops stood ready to march upon the desert
As the Thazepagi armies gathered at the Southern borders of the provinces of Gagvar and Ashtanoc the sun rose above the lands the soldiers’ eyes were fixated on.
“We ride at dawn” Thivoc whispered, repeating his brother’s words. He knew Zetho’s army was marching north this very moment. One army marched along the coast, the other through the western part of the desert. The two armies would land a few miles north of the border of Athardwe. This way Thivoc had planned to open two fronts, an eastern and a western front. The inhabitants of these savage lands wouldn’t have anywhere to run with the colony of Neo-Yuan to the north of them, surrendering would be their only option. Thivoc’s squire looked up at him, “Sir, dawn is here, the sun has risen.”
“Yes, yes it has.” Divoc looked of into the ditance, his eyes almost entranced, “We should here the horns any minu-” “THHUUUUUUUUUHHHHNNN, THU THU THUUUUUUUUUUHHHNNNNNNNN” Halfway through his sentence the horns had viciously pulled Thivoc out of his almost-trance, he cleared his throaght and shouted: “TODAY WE MARCH, WE MARCH FOR THE EXPANSION OF OUR GLORIOUS NATION!”
Two weeks earlier, in Thivoc’s office, the Jazquarial Place, Tazan
“Thivoc, dear, you always do this. You always find some excuse to leave Tazan and postpone the wedding. Sometimes I get the feeling you don’t even want to marry Tauriac.”
After Zavac had died, Tuariac had been engaged to his brother and the new Jazquar of Thazepac, Thivoc.
“Azara, it is not up to you to make these things out. I’ve discussed this with my fiancée and she agreed that by taking the land and the rescources to the north we would boost our economy and make sure the poorer people can build a live in the cities. We need the workforce to dig and build. I don’t have to remind you, do I?”
“No of course not, but the workforce and the territory won’t run away.”
“Are you saying Tauriac might?” Thivoc was mad now, if his sister was truely suggesting this they both know he would explode with anger. He was sure of nothing if not the mutual commitment between Tuariac and himself.
Azara stood up and said: “Of course not! I would never doubt her loyalty. It is her mother’s I fear.”
“It is not she who rules over Tuariac, being head of a house doesn’t mean being a slavedriver! If that woman doesn’t know that I’ll make sure she does. Tuariac and I are already engaged, she cannot undo this.”
“Are we done discussing these frivolities?” Zetho obviously was not interested in weddings or anything of that kind. “If we are then why don’t we start making the final arrangements for the invasion. My army is ready and awaiting our command, our armies will be ready by tomorrow night, all that is missing is a Jazquar. Will you be there on the day of battle, brother?”
“I will.”
“Will you be blowing the horns and examning the maps? Will you be leading the Thazepagi froces to victory?
“I will.”
“Then I say we leave for the border as soon as possible.”
Azara sighed, “Men...”
Back at the border, two days later
As Thivoc spoke a hord of well armed and well trained Goblins rushed toward the deffences built by the natives. The weak wooden walls and dull spikes couldn’t even kill the weakest of the Thazepagi soldiers. Arrows painted the sky black and blood painted the ground red. The first line had fallen in what had seemed mere seconds.
From there on forth raiding parties rode out, sacking villages and beseiging fortresses, Goblins were taken captive and fortresses were overtaken, Chieftains and Tribeheads were overthrown and publically murdered, generals had taken their place in ruling the lands for as long as the war went on. The savages wouldn’t have had any less chance against a nest of sandworms or a pack of azagosh.
After Goblins fell banners were raised.
The northern invasion
Zetho’s march had landed and a line was formed. This line moved east across the map, destroying or capturing every village, fortress, cabin or stronghold it came across, surprising the native tribes who hadn’t expected the Thazepagi to reach so far north, at least not in those numbers, nor had they expected the Thazepagi armies to attack from the south. There was nowhere left to run, north there were the Yuanese, west there was Zetho’s line and east there was Thivoc’s army.
It didn’t take long before the remaining tribes surrendered to Thazepagi rule and layed down their weapons. But Thivoc and Zetho accepted no surrender, they continued their campaign, and as Goblins fell, banners were raised.
Slowely but surely the first western raidingparties reached Zetho’s line and after merely a month the entire area had been taken.
The main military camp, the city of Coshovta
“What will we do with the lands?” Zetho asked.
“That is up to the Emperor Ake.” Thivoc said. “If it were up to me we would do nothing, except raise taxes of course.”
“We must keep them under military control untill they are intigrated into our proud and beautiful Empire, otherwise they will rebel at the smallest chance they’re given! We cannot afford this, their independence must be crushed!” Zetho was enthusiastic as always.
“Compromise, I say. Divide the lands as Zetho said but keep the larger cities under military control. This way the integration starts in the north and the south is forced to undergo the same.”
Azara stood up and raised her cup.
“Brother I am surprised, your words weren’t full of idiocy for once!”
They all started laughing.
That night outside of the camp
The sun was setting and the brothers were drunk, generals, soldiers and the Jazquar alike feasted and drank upon the spoils of war. As the sun sank into the sea the fires were lighted brighter and the mead flowed richly, like this the Thazepagi army drifted into the night.
Goblins had fallen and cups had been raised.
I ceased to exist 15 hours ago and now I returned from osiris
Expansion post~ Might have to be edit later
It was a bright and hot afternoon. The sky was clear as ever; not a speck of a cloud in sight, just a gradient of blue.
Oleander could feel the sun was blazing on her and her crew, deflected by her long white hair.
The rest of the army didn't have that advantage, though. While their general was almost resistant to the heat, they were not. They were sweating in their armours, but unfortunately for them they couldn't sit in the shade today. They had a mission. There was land to be won, which was no laughing matter to the general. If she was one thing, she was determined.
She set foot on the unclaimed land. It was some sort of wet, muddy ground. A marsh-like damp environment, not a far cry from the Neki Nation she and the others knew that well. She noticed there were tall willow trees that bowed over the muddy ground ominously.
And further away, more classy oak trees in the distance where it was more dry.
The filthy looking, green-ish water streamed against the slight hill where the trees were located.
Though there was no frog in sight, Oleander could swear she heard them everywhere around her.
The place seemed like a swamp, but it wasn't as flat as the ones seen across the border. There were plenty pits and hills and little to no plants besides the willows, expect for a few patches of grass and some barren ferns.
Her army seemed eager to go to the less marshy and more dry parts, but she purposely stayed at the marsh.
After all, an army that was afraid to get their feet a little dirty was a waste of human resources. They were Nekians, they should know swamps better than anyone else.
Oleander waited a few heartbeats before signalling the crew to move past this place. She tried to remember every speck of dust in this magnificent landscape, even if just to show her superiority to the young, idle members of her military.
Grass crounched beneath her feet. The wet ground transitioned slowly into a sort of flat, forest-like floor. She could see a wave of green ahead of her.
Pure, untamed grass that came to about her kneecaps and was filled to the brink with nasty bugs and ticks.
The way it should be, wild and unruly. Oak, willow and sycamore trees, but few and far between.
No dirty swamp water or mushy ground, but dangerous and inviting raw nature.
‘I wonder what wildlife comes about here,’ a young Xianbei man commented. The man had short red hair that sticked out like a sore thumb and a face almost as pale as Oleander's.
He looked all the way around the field,‘Or monsters! Do you think that's possible?’
Oleander didn't reply. She couldn't know that yet, so to her it was pointless to ponder about it.
All she saw was flies, ticks, butterflies and more ticks.
Soon there would be dull houses, many suspicious shops and empty streets. With new land came new names, children and cultures, too.
Perhaps one better suited to the army and less apperhensive than the current generation. But that would be a long time from now.
‘I wonder what's it like being a general,’ the Xianbei said, proving himself the chatty type.
Not an admirable trait to Oleander's army, perhaps more suited for a questionably thrustworthy shopkeeper of some sort.
The general trodded through the tall grass, flattening it with her heavy boots. ‘Quiet,’ she said to the chatty recruit,‘If you want to see wildlife, you're going to need some discipline.’ She knew fairly well that a flock of heavy, loud crew members wouldn't attract much of any animal, let alone in this rather open space. But she just didn't want to hear any more of the young Xianbei.
As they progressed through the field, the open space became narrower. There were trees on the side, hitting the occasional man with their branches.
While mostly sycamores, there were some dark oak trees. But what was most blatant was how quickly the number of trees were rising the further they came. An epidemic of trees out to smack any unfortunate bystanders, she mentally noted.
‘General! Look!’ a voice shouted from behind her. ‘There is a dead deer lying here, with quite the wound!’
Oleander turned around, making her way through the others, who were reluctant to let her pass through.
Their curiosity however, was no match for their fear of the general, who had shown herself to be a real piece of work.
To her dismay, the voice came from the most social recruit.
The deer was indeed fairly dead. It had a gaping wound in it's chest, one that could only come from a competent predator.
A wolf, or even worse. Perhaps even a monster the locals would have to be careful around.
‘Nice find,’ she admitted. Perhaps there was some hope for the young man. Even if he was a bit obnoxious.
His face lit up. A compliment from a Yasei like Oleander was rare, something a simple citizens would never forget.
‘Name, kid?’ Oleander asked, perhaps useful information. At least that's what she was thinking.
The Xianbei stood up and put his hand on his chest. ‘Barker, Maple,’ he responded formally.
‘Very well,’ she quickly responded. There's more land ahead of us, now. We have no time to doze off,’ she added sternly.
Maple nodded, with a child-like excitement rushing through him.
Having left the dead deer for what it was, the crew was ready as ever for whatever lied ahead.
The narrowing path of grass, packed with trees and ferns came to a sudden halt at a huge sycamore that must have been ages old.
It grew tall and wide, a true cloudscraper of a tree.
Most importantly, it was right in the way.
It blocked most of the light and there was no clear around it but to climb in. Climbing in a tree with a part of the army already seemed like quite the task, if it wasn't for the fact that they were mostly inexperienced, young bottom-dwellers.
But they didn't really have another choice. ‘Alright, men. We'll climb in this three with at most five at a time. It's a sturdy thing, it should be able to take it. Make sure you don't fall, there isn't going to be a hospital behind this thing,’ Oleander ordered, hoping for the best.
She got in first, no questions asked. Together with her came two men and a chubby woman who was surprisingly good at climbing.
The general grabbed for a thick branch and pulled herself on top of it.
From there up high, she could see some much more.
There were trees as far as they eye could reach.
Amongst them, was a pool surrounded by oak and spruce trees with a long stroke of tall grass that looked like an unruly green carpet from where she was.
She could see plenty of shrubs with tiny red dots that had to be a kind of berry or fruit. They were vibrant enough to concern her; probably toxic.
Nonetheless, wonderful and glorious. This part of the land was a lot more inviting than the marsh, more wild than the field and more spacious than the path that lead to it.
Oleander carefully made her way down the sycamore, branch by branch, to be followed by the two men and the chubby woman.
She came down less than gracefully, but the ground here was mossy and soft.
Looking up, she flinched when finally faced with the bright sun again, who showed her no mercy. The vibrant, clear cloudless sky was a blinding bright blue. For Neki Nation, she believed it was a sign for a bright future.
And when she looked behind her, seeing her army struggle through the tree, she couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.
But she came back to her regular self after that moment. The impact that the nature has on her is great but temporary. The jaded general needed more than green and sun to smile again.
Iciyetl and Chalsardu
The Smoke-Filled Room, Chapter 3
In a smoke-filled room, a young woman nursed a cup of coffee, and sighed as she noticed a man walk in through the haze. She shuffled herself around the table to let him in, placed down her coffee, and looked him in the eyes.
“It’s been a while since we last saw each other,” she said, hiding well the surprise on her face.
“A while indeed,” he said as he took in her looks. He placed down on the table a bottle of limoncello and two glasses and slid one over to her. “On me. You want some?”
“It’s a better welcome-back drink than Stavros ever got me. Yes, thank you.”
He poured out the two glasses and re-corked the bottle, placing it on the centre of the table. He didn’t down his glass immediately, as might be usually expected of a Gatzliman dive, but rather sipped it, savouring the taste.
She turned to face him. “What took you so long to see me? Do you not like what you see?”
His eyes blinked as the question hung in the air waiting for a reply. Eventually he stammered out a reply; “Do you still hold Lortyr Bay against me?”
“I never did,” she replied, visibly taken aback. “Did you think I did?”
“I did because I didn’t believe you.”
“It’s what I told you at the time, and it’s still true. Is that why you never came back? Because you thought I held it against you?”
“Yes.” A pause. “Yes, it is.”
“Then why did you come back now?”
“Because Kyrillos, an old friend of mine, convinced me that there wasn’t any point in moping, that if I wanted to move on and achieve something with my life I had to deal with it.”
“And you never held it against me?”
“Of course not. You did what you needed to there. It wasn’t at sea that we lost.”
“Nobody can deny that you fought bravely there. What they’ll remember is that against an opponent that was stronger than expected you fought valiantly.”
He downed the rest of his glass. “Thank you. That meant a lot to me.”
“If you say so,” she said, before drinking some of her limoncello. Around them, the sounds and smoke haze of the coffeehouse percolated. Eventually, her glass empty, she spoke again. “What do you make of the news?” she asked.
“Which news?”
“The news coming out of the north.”
“Don’t get me started,” he answered, a groan taking up most of his voice as he poured out two fresh glasses. “First, they’re this large yasei empire that we got to war with because they’re hostile to our ally and friendly with our enemy, and we also want those islands of theirs. Then it turns out they’ve got a large Elven population. Then it transpires those Elves have full rights and many hold high office. Then our ally turns out to be useless and melts whilst we’re poking the enemy. Then there’s a coup, the emperor’s replaced by some snake demon, and said snake demon puts the Elves in charge of everything else whilst killing off all those yasei. And now they’re our friends. When not six months ago we were invading them. Hell of a thing.”
She sipped her drink as he came to the end of his rant, and as he visibly let out a deep sigh she replied, “It is. You *do* have a way with words, that much hasn’t changed.”
“And what about you? What do you think of what happened?”
“It’s a surprise, and I wouldn’t insure it for being too great a risk, but a welcome one. It wouldn’t be the first time that we’ve supported a non-Elven dictator because they’re reliant on the Elven population to keep them in power.”
“True – after all, Valassyria seems to be turning out well.”
“Exactly.” She finished her drink. “It’s good to have you back.”
“The same for you.”
In a smoke-filled room, Tomyris Chalsardas and Vincenzo Russo discussed the future.
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The Dominion of Chalsardu is pleased to announce a full reorganisation of its Government positions. The current model, of three Commissions and the Minister Plenipotentiary, has proven inefficient, and shall be replaced with a broader set of Commissions. The role of the Talthalra in providing effective oversight shall also be overhauled, with a designated spokesperson for each Commission nominated by the Talthalra.
The War Commission is to be divided into an Army Commission and a Navy Commission. The Land Commission is to be reorganised as the Interior Commission. The Treasury Commission is to be retained, but with parts transferred to a new Trade Commission. The post of Minister Plenipotentiary is to be reorganised as the Exterior Commission. In addition, two wholly new commissions, the Culture Commission and the Protectorates Commission, are to be created. Lastly, without commissions, the posts of Legal Secretary and Magical Secretary are to be established.
The following individuals have been put forward to and approved by the Talthalra to take up these newly-established posts:
Army Commissioner: Amyntas Aiakides
Army Vice-Commissioner: Iro Nika
Navy Commissioner: Viconia Kardrairieh
Navy Vice-Commissioner: Tomyris Chalsardas
Interior Commissioner: Rinira Katsaros
Interior Vice-Commissioner: Vincenzo Russo
Exterior Commissioner: Lysandar Chalsardas
Exterior Vice-Commissioner: Rusev Drannor
Trade Commissioner: Nikomedes Ziaelas
Trade Vice-Commissioner: Andrago Vissarion
Treasury Commissioner: Kymil Stefanidis
Treasury Vice-Commissioner: Amyntas Melikertes
Culture Commissioner: Vissarion Garrastazu
Culture Vice-Commissioner: Ievis Navarre
Protectorates Commissioner: Stefan Katsaros
Protectorates Vice-Commissioner: Erraimun Navarre
Legal Secretary: Saridas Inioch
Magical Secretary: Aloth Corfiser
The following individuals have been elected by the Talthalra to provide oversight for the Commissions:
Army Spokesperson: Tiriana Aylimas
Navy Spokesperson: Autaris Reysalor
Interior Spokesperson: Darcasso Staurakis
Exterior Spokesperson: Iratzeder Konaion
Trade Spokesperson: Illyrana Vinsandeiral
Treasury Spokesperson: Lavrador Moziverai
Culture Spokesperson: Vesco Catanzaro
Protectorates Spokesperson: Marakanda Zinbalar
Zerudakino Argiak Bidea Gidatzen Dute (May the lights of the heavens guide our way).
As two great powers sunk deeper into their own problems, ending in the dissolution of one and the overthrowing of the other's government, an old race emerged from the seas once more. The tundra had been their breeding ground for generations, as they required land to gave birth. Now, they could at last bring themselves onto it once more. The Hive Mind of the Ozak spread back to their traditional ground, close to where their great cities were built, in the shallow waters of the Shagarmathan Bay. This is where the consciousness would get its name from: Shagarmatha.
In the seas, it feared neither man nor animal. For its weapons, however, it had to trade with its terrestrial neighbours. The Ozak are a proud race, and loyal above all. Their leader class holds great telepathic debates on various matters, which are communicated through messengers, the only class which can speak the tongues of terrestrials. This class tells the other 5 classes: nurses, guards, hunters, gatherers and builders their duties, and how to execute them. As such, Ozak society is very strict and regulated, with rebellion unheard of.
Now, Shagarmatha opens itself up to the world beyond the small human tribes in its immediate area and the creatures of the sea, after a rough sailor's map was discovered by an Ozak in the Shagarmathan Bay. Using this somewhat outdated map, messengers were sent to various regions, looking to contact the nations there. Very large distances and hot climates were avoided on this journey, so it mainly limited itself to those in the northern quarter of Xedas.
(NOTE: I am Neo-Yuan's other account, and will be his main rp account from now on)
Neo-yuan, Chalsardu, and Olivel
Post self-deleted by The northwestern region of dambrechia.
"Expanding To The East"
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Part One - "A Busy Day Ahead"
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It was yet another busy day in the palace of Anoulle. Staffs are up early, as they always are, preparing for the day ahead. Queen Sönneterythvínne, who just bathed, is seen doing her own business in her own room with her maids, dressing up for work.
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Lady Veronica of Suisbonne: "It's another day, Your Majesty, a busy one to be exact."
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "Well, isn't it always?"
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Just then, a lady-in-waiting exited the queen's closet whilst carrying a book. She opened it and presented it to Sönneterythvínne, and it seemed to be filled with pages of patterns and color choices.
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Lady Marie of Vuntois: "Your Majesty, what color do you prefer today?"
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "Oh, well there is simply a lot to choose from."
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She then flicks the pages one by one until she finds her perfect choice for the time interval of six in he morning to five in the afternoon.
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Queen Sönneterythvíne: "Aha! I think I want a rose embroidered gown, dyed with an Alice Blue, complemented with a color of Blanched Almond."
Lady Marie of Vuntois: "And your accessories?
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "I'm thinking of simple pearl stud earrings, a ruffled choker, and maybe my mother's diamond bracelet."
Lady Marie of Vuntois: "Alright, Your Majesty."
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Marie immediately opens the queen's jewellery room and within a few minutes, exited with the accesories.
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After a few hours...
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Sönneterythvínne exits her room and makes her way to the dining hall to eat breakfast. As she enters, the servants greeted her with a warm bow. She was then seated on the front of the long banquet table placed on the middle of the hall. Princess Erëalle, Sönneterythvínne's younger sister and the heiress to the throne, came in wearing a brilliant rose - colored dress with the complementaries of carnation pink. Erëalle was also seated as the staffs gesture with respect in her presence.
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Princess Erëalle: "Well, it looks like you are also in a pastel mood today?"
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "I am always in a pastel mood, sister."
Princess Erëalle: "Oh, really? Last time I checked, you were wearing a Brunswick green court dress by the time you went to Chatélette."
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "It was on their dress code."
Princess Erëalle: "But you are also the queen, and the head chief of all the kingdoms. Which means you get to ignore those rules."
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "And what about you, Miss Pretty Princess?"
Princess Erëalle: "I prefer following them."
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "Mhm..."
Princess Erëalle: "Now, stop doing that and eat!"
Queen Sönneterythvínne: "When you shout like that, you sound like mother."
Princess Erëalle: "And I look like her, too."
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Erëalle said confidently.
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Queen Söneterythvínne: "No you don't, mother did not have grey eyes."
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The discussion went on and on, up until the queen was done eating. She then cleaned her mouth with an embroidered napkin and stood up.
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Queen Sönneterythvínne: "You better hurry, Erëalle. We have a long and especially busy day ahead of us."
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She then exits the room and went on through the long palace hallways, leaving the whole room to curtsy and bow before her.
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To be continued...
News of has traveled back to Synturia of its newly appointed status as member of the Vanguard. Ambassadors accompanied by a retinue if scouts and sappers who have been in Umbar conducting the membership accords, have stealthily scouted the territory where Synturia made its initial claim. Waygates have been constructed in the old ruins of Ziveret along the Severed Strait and in a large cavern in a craggy area of the vast taiga. The small expeditionary force has been first met with resistance from the local orcish warbands. But since the waygates have been built, a steady stream of building materials, rations, farming equipment, settlers, and soldiers came through to the Umbar territory from Synturia. Builders and sappers have since been constructing the fortified commune of Urmvuznur. Expansive farms have been established around the commune growing the hardiest crops that grew well in the taiga soil.
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