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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.29 00:59:00 -
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Artugia..... several miles South of Mar'Thal, the Hidden City
The Assail had made good time across the vast Southern oceans that separated the continental drift of Artugia from the serene natural paradise of the Skadian Isles though despite this Sia'tri never felt at ease and spent the hours on board the vessel working upon the decks to distract himself.
Several days after his departure, and unbeknownst to him at the same time as Shuri'den'shalvys arrived in South Tal-Man, the assail spied the familiar, rugged coastline of Artugia arriving some miles North of their intended landing in the small Mur settlement. Severe storms had blown them miles off course would cost the vessel hours before it came into safe harbour. This however benefited and after gathering him belonging and begging the Bowspirit of the vessel for strength he leapt over the balustrades and into the pristine tropical waters below.
Hours later he came to the small beach upon which he had first discovered the Artugian peoples emerging from the waters close the beach amidst a group of Artyee and young children drying the flayed skins of the deceased in the salt and sun. He was relieved to she Shu'um amongst their number. She looked shocked at his sudden appearance and frowned as she noted the distressed look upon his face.
"What has happened? Why have you returned so soon? What has gone amiss?" She demanded sharply, forgetting that as of his return the young pathfinder had re assumed his authority as expedition master.
"K'lo...." He whispered weakly keeping his voice low so that the other Artugians would not hear. "...she is gone. She met with Shuri'den'shalvys.... then just vanished. I returned so that I could explain myself to Jon and beg his forgiveness for my failure."
Shu'um's frown deepened. "What if he kills you Sia'tri?"
The pathfinder shrugged and pressed on into the jungle where he found the winch system the Mur had rigged up to allow them access into the upper branches of the enormous trees which supported Mar'Thal. His ascent was pleasant. Given time his acceptance of the narrow catwalks and suspended pathways that was the city proper had become something he was almost as natural as swimming.
From there he took the swiftest paths to the Throne upon which Jon traditionally sat. He was amazed to see what the Artugians had done with the city in his absence. It was as if they had taken the rudimentary winches the Mur had explained to them and replicated the technology on a massive scale creating rope ways deep into the jungle through the trees in a feat of engineering which defied Mur concepts of what was possible.
He presented himself before Jon. Placing a hand over his heart and bowing. " Strong Winds Guide You Greatclaw. Forgive me for I have failed you and your kind."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.29 01:41:00 -
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...Mar'Thal, the Grand Hall
Jon rose to his feet as soon as he saw Sia'Tri, and a big smiled spread across his face. When Sia'tri spoke his smile faded and he looked confused. Jon bowed, with a hand over his heart, and then said, "Good fortune, friend Sia'tri. How have you failed me?"
He sat down and began tapping one if the skulls with his claws. As he did, an Atrya from the Drishna tribe walked inside the hall and right up to the throne. He bent over, removed his hood, and whispered something into Jon's ear then walked out of the hall, flicking his hood back over his head as he did.
Jon looked at Sia'tri. "K'lo did not return with you. Tell me what happened. Now."
Even though Jon spoke calmly, the Artugians started to whisper amongst themselves.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.29 02:14:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:...Mar'Thal, the Grand Hall
Jon rose to his feet as soon as he saw Sia'Tri, and a big smiled spread across his face. When Sia'tri spoke his smile faded and he looked confused. Jon bowed, with a hand over his heart, and then said, "Good fortune, friend Sia'tri. How have you failed me?"
He sat down and began tapping one if the skulls with his claws. As he did, an Atrya from the Drishna tribe walked inside the hall and right up to the throne. He bent over, removed his hood, and whispered something into Jon's ear then walked out of the hall, flicking his hood back over his head as he did.
Jon looked at Sia'tri. "K'lo did not return with you. Tell me what happened. Now."
Even though Jon spoke calmly, the Artugians started to whisper amongst themselves.
...Mar'Thal, the Grand Hall
The young Mur was silent for a while. Surrounded by Artugians he was attempting to find the words to explain what had happened, though it did not help that his own memories of the event had been clouded by both awe and fear during the journey across the oceans. When he raise his head the Artugians were staring and whispering amongst themselves and Jon had affixed him with a steely gaze.
"She..... has gone Jon Greatclaw. With my own eyes I witnessed her cross the oceans as no other Artugians of her kind have before and stand at the zenith of the Coral Tower to entreat with our Lady Shuri'den'shalvys then vanish as though she never were...."
He struggled for words.
"It were as if her body were made ash upon the winds.....though none blow in the Tower Greatclaw. She shared a breath of life with K'lo.... and before our eyes she became a figure of light. Beautiful she was then...... and warm like the sun. Lady Shalvys is well versed with spirits and their natures....."
Things seemed to flow easier now and a silence had fallen over the Main Hall as the Artugians paid heed to his narrative.
"....and seemed to understand what had happened. To be direct it was that the Authorities..... the natural forces that bound K'lo's spirit had waned over time."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.29 03:07:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Jon let out a sigh of relief and the Artugians in the hall relaxed. A smile spread across his face and he said "You have not failed me, my friend. The Ancestors cannot survive in our world for long, as no mortal vessel can contain them. You surely must of notice her body fading and cracking on your journey, no?
"The warning I gave was about the nature of the Ancestors. Would we Artugians have risen up and attack those who harm an Ancestor? Aye, we would, however that is if there was something to attack."
Jon leaned forward on his throne and half spoke, half whispered: "There are three Ancestors, the light, the dark and the twisted. The light choose to walk amongst us when we call, K'lo was an Ancestor of Light. They vanish after a set time, we ourselves do not know when. The Dark Ancestors force their way into our world and destroy everything in their way, they usually vanish if there is nothing to kill nearby.
"Then there is the Twisted, an Ancestor of Light that has been harmed or has allowed anger and hatred to take over their soul. These Twisted never leave until everyone and everything is dead. They do not care if you are friend or foe. Nor do they care if you are an Artugian or a stranger from across the sea. They show no mercy and no fear. The only way to stop them, according to legend, is to throw them into Margha, the mountain of fire.
"The twisted and the dark ones are why we rarely call out to our Ancestors and summon them to our world."
Jon then rose to his feet and said loudly so that the others could hear, "Now enough of this dark talk! Our friend has returned to us!" He then approached Sia'tri and greeted him as the Mur-Folk greet one another.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.29 04:08:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Sia'tri slumped to the ground with relief, collaspsing under his exoneration of guilt a weight off of his shoulders, a distinct look of shock and joy written openly across his features in the emotionally expressive manner typical of the Mur. His hand involuntarility reached up for the skull of Jon's ancestor tied to one of the loops of his harness that wrapped around his chest, tracing the socket of one eye with a finger.
"Thank the Goddess...." He mumbled under his breath before breaking out into a laughter. "....I've not failed you.... Goddesses I thought you'd be livid with me, swam near half the distance between the Southern Settlement and Mar'Thal as fast as I could."
He pushed himself up off of the floor using his spear as support.
"It is wonderful to see the Isles once again but to return here feels as though I have come home." He wondered when he had started thinking of the Artugia as his home, the jungle continent had been less than accommodating to the ocean dwelling Mur, though despite this he loved the warm waters of the coasts and the humid climate.
"But I have news for you from the Isles as I am sure you have news for me. Shuri'den'shalvys has gone North to Tal-Man.....the land of the Tall Ones herself and has taken with her four warships to ensure the Landborn keep their word. What news of Artuga? I trust Shu'um has continued to lead our people with honour and foster good relations?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.29 22:12:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
The hall erupted in angry shouts and curses at the mention of the Tall Ones. Some even spat on the ground and ran their claws through their hair as if to ward off bad luck.
Jon raised his hands to calm the Artugians. He spoke loud enough for all to hear, "Calm yourselves, Artuga! We must not allow our hatred of the Tall Ones corrupt our friendship with the Mur-folk!"
Jon then walked past Sia'tri and motioned him to follow. Once they were outside the hall he spoke quietly, "Things have changed within the last week, but the Tall Ones are the most hated creation amongst my people. My blood boils too when I think of those vile, ancestorless-" Jon spat on the ground. "You must not mention them unless we are speaking privately. If you do mention them openly, it is only to curse them. This is for your own protection friend."
Jon then cleared his throat and his smile returned to him. "Now, let me show you what you have missed out on! As you can see, my friend, we have been working tirelessly since you, K'lo and Murk's warband set sail. The second layer of Mar'Thal is nearing completion. This is the layer of honor, in which you and your kind shall stay when it is complete.
"Over there," he said pointing to the vine floor that lead into the forest. "Is the Sky Bridge. We have begun making it only three nights past and it is already a great distance. It allows my people to travel between the villages with ease. The only way up is to climb the trees or use the machine you and your people use to climb into Mar'Thal.
"As for Shu'um. I am sure she was born as a Mur by mistake! Had she been born with claws and hair of fire, she would of made an excellent Artyee!"
As he finished talking and showing Sia'tri around Mar'Thal, Ria approached the two and smiled. She bowed low, gave both the Mur and the Artugian greeting, then said "My heart is grateful that you have returned Sia'tri."
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.29 22:58:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Southern Coasts of Tal-Man
Escorted into the southernmost harbours of what was once a province of Greater Tal-Man the two hulking Thalassae dropped anchor off of the coast and under the watchful eyes of the warships in the harbour began to transfer their cargo across to the docks using small skiffs. Unlike the other three vessels the Maelstrom under instructions from Shuri'den'shalvys docked and began readying those whom would protect the caravans on their journey north.
Hours after their arrival once the caravans had been loaded and a number of domesticated Phrsam had been transported ashore Man'tiel the crew of the Maelstrom took up defensive positions surrounding the caravans. Most of them wore traditional examples of loose fitting Mur scale armour with leather harnesses. Each Mur warrior carried an elegant curved Drowner's wave blade and a small water proofed pouch that appear heavily travel worn.
Amongst them Man'tiel stood out in his heavy chitin plating with the massive Oarblade, Nan Sapwe, in hand appearing distinctly more regal to the eyes of the Shore-walkers than Shuri'den'shalvys who like the other merchant-mur eschewed clothes entirely. With all preparations completed they set off for the first of the Cauti-checkpoints.
As the Mur approached the first Cauti post, the guards halted them.
"Hello, excuse me while I do a mandatory check." The guard said whilst looking through the goods. "Clear! Let them pass."
With that the guards lowered their rifles and allowed the group safe passage.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.29 23:29:00 -
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..... Mar'Thal, the Hidden Village
Sia'tri looked on with wonder at how quickly the village around him was changing and how quickly the Artugians themselves had adapted to the new technologies pursuing greater feats of construction and development now that they had been exposed to ship building, metal working, and even the winch system. It was rather awe inspiring to see a second level slowly forming above his head in the dense foliage of the trees, a concept most Mur was dismiss as ridiculous.
As Jon showed him around he toyed with the notions of what the Artugans would become once they visited the Northern Continents and met with the Landborn peoples, of what they might achieve with the other item he had brought back to Artuga with him. Rather than dwell upon such fanciful thoughts he filed the thoughts away next to the warning Jon had given him about mentioning the Tal-Man within the city. Likely the other Mur already knew though it would still do well for those in the Southern settlements to be reminded of this aspect of protocol.
"I thought she might impress you Greatclaw. Shu'um is a matron like no other. Fierce she can be when she means it.....I've no doubt you've seen her ordering the children about as though they were hers. Full glad am I that you approved."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ria approaching and he shifted uncomfortably as she bowed to him in the Artugian way though the wording she used was somewhat different to that which he'd been taught. He'd thought time in the company of the Ancestor would have made the common Artyee look plain but instead it had done the opposite. He'd almost forgotten how affecting the intense red hue of their hair was.
With his sense of turmoil fading he smiled despite himself. "My heart is grateful to have been returned to this place. I have long wished to see you....."
He cursed himself internally. She was Jon's wife.
"...two." he added on hastily.
In Southern Tal-Man
The line of caravans rumbled on from the check point with no trouble, the Cauti guardsmen offering the goods a cursory inspection and waving them on through the lines of riflemen. The rest of the caravans and guardsmen seemed rather pleased with the turn of events and they spread out into groups along the length of the formation talking amongst themselves as they wandered through the foreign landscape.
Man'tiel could however not shake the idea that their passing had been almost too easy. On one hand it was more that he did not truly accept that the Cauti would keep their word and allow them safe passage North with food stuffs and textiles enough to clothe and feed and army, but perhaps it was instead his natural disposition.
Rather than spread out like his crew he kept a disciplined pace alongside the caravan bearing Shuri'den'shavys who seemed enraptured by the simple act of driving the Phrsam of her laden carriage. It was a quee r observation to have made about a woman who could claim lineage to the ancient home of the Mur and claimed divine right to rule over the oceans of the world.
They continued North following the roads towards the front lines.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.30 00:29:00 -
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The Royal Hall, Burtgun
Expecting a reply from the Paric the Queen instead received a missive from the new Prime Minister of the Tal-Men. Reading it revealed what could be considered a call to arms against the Cauti. Regardless of who they'd be fighting alongside the intent was war with the Cauti and the way for war was opened. She instructed the Chancellor to compose a letter in response, joining in the war, as well as letters to the vassals calling upon their obligations.
It was then time to discuss military strategy with the Marshall and notable knights. After some time the plan was set, light warships would depart as soon as possible to blockade the ports, with the priority being on former Tal-Men lands. The levy of Kilerth would be raised, gathered and sent to bolster initial Tal-Men assaults. This force would then be strengthened by reinforcements from Howe some time later while the Queen's own soldiers would be transported by sea with large warships as escorts to attack from the shore.
Kilerth
After being informed that the kingdom is now in a state of war Earl Coenwulf decided to lead his army personally. A strong ruler must be a strong fighter and commander after all. He donned his armour in preparation. As the war was in the south, he could afford to wear his full plate, custom fitted and gilded of course. The most striking part was perhaps the helmet, specifically the face. Face plates were common among the Osmar and where custom to the owners desire. His was emotionless, simple yet eerily detailed and cast an unwavering and intimidating gaze wherever it faced. After his armour was equipped, he set about gathering the soldiers.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.30 00:46:00 -
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Dear Aeschild,
We would gladly accept your aid in the war with the Cauti. We thank you for the assistance.
- Lord Jakyl of House Revon.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.30 01:55:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Jon laughed a bit as he notice Sia'tri fumble over his words. "Well I'm sorry, my friend, but I must go and help the people, we are hoping to finish the second layer by the next moon. Wife Ria will escort you wherever you wish. Oh and Ria, be gentle with him." He laughed some more and went off to help with the construction.
...Near Dreadwinds, Aboard the Ancestor
"Land ho!" shouted an Atryee from the crows nest. Murk and his crew had been sailing for what seemed pike forever and this was the first time they had laid eyes on foreign land.
It was not what he expected, he was hoping for trees and villages made of trees and wood, not mortar and stone. He also saw the strange creatures the Greatclaw called "Rough Skins."
The atmostspher on the ship was filled with excitement as they neared the docks. This was the first time that any of them had seen a land like this.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.30 02:45:00 -
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....Mar'Thal.
Sia'tri watched with a mixture of abject horror and curiousity as Jon turned away his scared back disappearing amongst the gracefully moving forms of the other Artya and Artyee leaving him alone with Ria. An uncomfortable silence established itself between them. Goddess only knew how awkward this situation was for the young Pathfinder who stood their weighting the potential outcomes of pursuing the fair Artyee standing next to him.
He didn't believe being killed and having flayed alive would agree with him in the slightest....nor would it leave Jon with much of a raiment given that the colour of Mur skin typically faded to a dull grey some hours after death and his understand of Artugian protocol in regards to these things was minimal at best. His understanding of Shore-walker customs was that they adopted prudish ownership rituals during which indebted couples together in oddly mated pairs.....something so far cry from his own peoples free forming arrangements and bonding ceremonies.
He glanced at Ria with a slight frown on his face. It's the bloody hair, he thought to himself, appreciating the red shimmer as sunlight glinted off of the crimson strands through the latticework of over arching branches, irresistible.
"It has been long since we last spoke Ria. I am fain to admit that I am full pleased to be back in these waters and find myself poorly acclimatised to those of my homeland..... cold and no longer welcoming..... but I am speaking too much. How fare you Ria, is all well?"
He glanced around quickly trying to determine if any of the other Artyee or Artya were listening to them before beckoning for her to follow him along one of the tree top walkways. He noted in the way her oriented himself to her position that his attraction to her was rather more tangible that it had been when they had first met upon the beach.
He would speak with honestly with Jon later and explain himself to the Greatclaw. He swallowed involuntarily not particularly relishing the prospect.
"I....must also admit I missed you most of all Ria. The days were rather lonely without your company."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.08.02 22:19:00 -
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Middle Tal-Man..... Cauti-Tal-Man Frontlines.....
Days had passed since the small column consisting in equal parts and eclectic mix of trades-Mur and scale armoured Skadii-an's had set forth from the peaceful Southern Harbours and in that time Shuri'den'shalvys had been exposed to a brave, new world. Of course much of it's properties were known to her scholarly mind however this paled in comparison with truly experiencing what it was to be a part of it. Until this point her experiences with this world had been positive her disposition became one of abject horror and revulsion for the front lines in the war between the Cauti and Tal-Man was Death.
Their path had led them North through rolling farmlands where the conflicts had not yet reached. Verdant fields had seemed in abundance, vast swathes of land that would yield impressive harvests that would stand unmatched by the Isles for many years to come, around which very modern, albeit scattered settlements could be found. Roads too seemed well maintained cutting through the hills, rivers, and forests allowing them direct passage North. Unlike the Mur the Tal-Man did not seem to accept nature for what it was and change their paths to suit the land. Perhaps this mindset, she considered one evening as their company rested at the crook of a shallow, murky river, was a result of their enormous stature reminding her of both the Ambassador Grey and the anatomical drawings her scribes had taken of his people.
On the third day of their journey this evanescent peace was shattered by the bitter realities of the ensuing conflicts. This war was like a scar on the land, deep, a lifeless grey expanse where acrid clouds of pitch dark smoke marred the skies in a malignant haze. The skeletal remains of several small settlements could be seen from the rise upon which the caravan had first crested at dawn no exposed in a rancorous candor the the Mur themselves found a fundamentally repulsive aesthetic that both physically and emotionally affected them.
From the slight rise above the field the Mur could discern two disciplined formations of tents amidst miles of barbed metal fortifications. Those to the north far dwarfed in size and number those of to the Sourth and spread out across the horizon in sprawling individual encampments whereas those to the South which Shuri'den'shalvys rather sensibly assumed belonged to the Cauti rebels clustered around one another almost desperately in the shadows of the walls.
She'd almost not seen the squat bulk of the fortress through the the heavy smoke shroud from the camp-fires and forge-works below. It's walls were stark and sloped on sheer angles with thick stone parapets supported by the reassuring weight of drum towers so windswept not a single rough stop remained on the fortresses windward side to provide a foot hold for the aggressors.
It was both an awe inspiring example of the Tal-Man people capacity for war but an ugly reminder of this war that would last generations. A reminder that already was looking battle scared as the North-Western wall had collapsed into rubble and dust under a Tal-Man barrage forming a rough and rudimentary example of a ramp upon which hundreds of forms swarmed to repair the damage.
Amidst this scene of destruction and death the ponderous rumblings of the Mur-folk's Phrsam draw carriages and the unique clattering of naturally formed chitin shells scraping across rock and stone could be hear. The participants in the trade mission looked upon the twisted vista with a growing sense of horror and clutched at their weapons keeping them readied with watchful eyes.
The flood plain before them was cut in twain by a single river across which vanguard elements of the Tal-Man had crossed via twin bridges separated by three miles of siege works and redoubts leaving naught but a mile of rotting corpses, tattered banners, and spent cannon shot between their positions and the Cauti at the front. The remaining bulk of the Tal-Man forces seemed to have taken up positions further beyond the river in a secondary defensive formation.
Within two hours of their arrival on the Plains they had made their way to the forward Cauti encampment in the shadow of the fortresses might walls and passed into the main check point and were stopped to wait upon the Cauti Commander.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.08.03 21:42:00 -
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((Recalibrating))
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Posted - 2015.08.04 00:04:00 -
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There was an air of excitement in Kilerth as the soldiers gathered to march southwest. Combat was a chance for many to show their skill and return with the glory of having defeated another in battle. The streets were filled with scene of men saying goodbyes to their families, not knowing when they'd be back and many didn't even know where or whom they were marching against. Armies from the baronies too arrived after been given their orders a number of days ago. When they were ready to set off Coenwulf found himself commanding thousands of men eager to fight with the levy system being capable of producing a significant number of soldiers. He addressed them shortly before setting off, informing them of the state of war and what is expected of them under his command.
They marched for days creating a thunderous sound where they went as they headed into Cauti held lands. Eventually they reached the first of the Cauti held forts. The usual procedure would be followed, the fort was surrounded to prevent movement in and out out of the fort and a siege camp was set up. A messenger was sent to inform the captain of the fort that under siege and offer a chance to surrender. If refused the attackers would wait for days, even months if necessary in an attempt to starve the defenders while cannons periodically bombarded the walls and tunnels were created to undercut the fortifications and collapse them from below using explosives. With luck reinforcements from Howe would arrive before long, giving increased firepower and speedy up what can be a very lengthy process.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.08.04 11:58:00 -
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......Mar'Thal, The Blooming City
Under the slowly blooming vines Sia'tri could not help but admire the young Artyee who gracefully matched his pace along the serpentine catwalks suspended high above the canopy, concealed from the eyes of those who walked the jungle floors. As Jon had left them alone, from some yet unknown reason, the young pathfinder could not help but that the Artugian and the Goddess above for the opportunity to pursue the object of her new found affections so freely.
However Ria's question posed a particularly complex question that Sia'tri was not sure he had the ability to explain. The crimson haired woman seemed to be preoccupied with the twisting of her own hair around a tapered claw, or perhaps it was something over her shoulder however the way she oriented herself seemed to indicate she was paying a modicum of interest in what he had to say.
He sighed. The Artugians despite their appearance possessed a keeness of mind when it came to understanding the complexities of concepts far beyond their cultural perspectives and like the Greatclaw he suspected that dozens of Artugians likely had attained an intimate understanding of his people's beliefs.
"My people....and I believe in this thing. My species are not a long lived race like those of the Shore-walkers, our thoughts, our feelings, and our passions are exposed for all to see. To my people you speak of a Bonding, which for them means something more than courtship.... it is like exposing the last part of yourself that cannot be seen. Your pattern..... or place in Whorl." He explained, rather embarrassed half tracing half gesturing to the unique patterns of color about his waist, a vibrant mixture of turquoise more green than blue.
"When two Mur choose one another as mates many refuse to undergo the bond. It can be disturbing and profoundly shocking for them to realise their patterns are not mirrored. But to answer your question, yes we believe all things are connected. That includes the souls of the Mur-Folk and other Folks....especially your people."
As he finished speaking he realized that the path through the boughs had arced in a full circle leading them back to where they had stood not moments before under the myriad colours of the orchids and wildflowers which burst to life in colours Sia'tri had never thought possible. He glanced down at Ria for a second time with the same longing as he had when they had first met upon the beach though back then he'd sought to understand her species , now instead he sought little else but to be with her..
Possessed of an inspiration of the same Whorl blessed kind that he had upon that beach of fate he pulled several lengths of the blooming vines from overhead severing their connections to the surrounding trees with sharp twists and began to weave them together. In minutes he had produced a waved band of stiff vines that intricately wove in and out of one another with tiny orchids set in place like gemstones.
When the band was completed he presented it too her, taking her wrist gently and carefully sliding the band over the poisoned tips of her claws where it hung loosely. He noticed however that the tips of his finger left a noticeable sheen upon her skin where he had touched her. The oil that aqueous layer of natural oils that formed on the surface of Mur skin was imperceptible to his own people and himself. He apologized quickly hoping he hadn't spoiled the moment.
"Why do you ask Ria? What does this mean for you?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.08.04 20:18:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Ria smiled and admired the ring Sia'tri had crafted from the blooming vines of Mar'Thal. She started walking towards the lift the Mur had constructed during their first weeks on Artuga.
As they walked, she said, "As you have seen for yourself, we Artugians make the most of what we have, however our lives are short. Certain things we can not permit, other wise life would be harder for all of us. Marriage is sacred amongst us, we believe it is two souls becoming one. However we do not believe that there is only one soul mate for each person, therefore Jealous when it comes to love and marriage is frowned upon, and Artugians can take as many wives and husbands as they please."
When they reached the lift, she stopped and gently placed a hand on Sia'tri's cheek. "Husband knows my intentions, he blesses it. Should you wish, I would break claws and make you mine."
...Grand Hall of Mar'Thal
Jon was smiling wide and giggling as if he was privy to an inside joke. As the elders of the tribes entered the hall, Jon rose our of the throne of skulls and greeted each elder personally and with respect.
Once all were greeted he returned to the throne and sat down. He then spoke loudly for those in the hall to hear: "The legends are true! Mar'Thal blooms once more! Such a thing has nor been witnessed since the city was abandoned near 500 years ago!"
An elder Artyee from the Drishna tribe rose to her feet and removed her hood, and said, "We are well aware of the legend, oh Greatclaw, but why have you halted the workers from building the skybridge? Or finishing the Grand Hall or the second layer of Mar'Thal?"
"According to legend, the blooming only happens once a year, and the flowers last only a week. There is so much beauty in it. So as Great Leader, I declare that no work, other than to prepare food for the feast, is to be done for the week. Let the Festival of Bloom begin!"
A cheer rose up from the grand hall, and Jon smiled. He knew that after what they had endured with the Tall Ones and the tension that still remained after the unification, they needed this.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.04 22:29:00 -
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..... Mar'Thal, the Blooming City
"I wish it with all that I am Ria." He murmured rather vexed by how shy and meek his voice sounded through the heavy beating of his heart.
A broad smile lit up the Sia'tri's face as Ria spoke the words he had wanted to hear for many months. He placed his own hand over hers pressing it against his cheek tracing the base of the long knife like claws, careful not to cut himself on their razor edges. He'd hear much of the venom in claws of the Artyee, in most cases a virulent biological toxin, in others a powerful aphrodisiac.
"But to be fair I rather like your claws as they way they look now. Is there nothing I can do to make it known we are together? You people have rituals for this no? I have no twin.... and I rather myself perish than slay your kin or mine..... but I could bring you such stones from the volcano's rim and the ocean floor as no Artugian has seen and wait for you in the tidal pools where we first met."
He sighed, noting slightly how his polymorphic body reacted to both the good news and to Ria, fins involuntarily flaring and twitching with excitement at the prospect.
"Would you have me then?"
((Waiting on the Cauti in the warcamps to talk to Shuri'den'shalvys, tempting to send Kal'm with the Osmarii to the front lines to wait the Mur caravan which I might just do, and Skadia and Kysmal are on autopilot.))
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.08.05 00:52:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
After working out the finer points of the festival, Jon left the hall and sought out Ria. He found her standing there with Sia'tri. One look at his wife told him all he needed to know. The way she stared at Sia'tri, her hand on his cheek. The sight made him smile.
As he approached the two, he heard Ria say, "Yes, my dear Sia'tri, I would have you be mine."
He cleared his throat, "Apologies for the intrusion, however I have come to spread the word of the Festival of Bloom which begins tonight. It will be a celebration of life and love and will require Artyee venom for the drink. However, that is only if you wish to give it, Ria."
"I am sorry Husband, but I only wish for Sia'tri to drink of it once we are as one."
Jon looked shocked, then a smile spread across his face. He then cut open his hand with his claws and smeared blood across Sia'tri's and Ria's forehead. "Take my blessing and go forth and become one. Oh and Sia'tri, I will discuss with the elders of the tribes to see you become Artugian by name, if not by birth." He then bowed and left the two to go collect Artyee venom.
Ria then lean in and kissed Sia'tri on the cheek and said. "I will wait by the pools, Husband-to-be."
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sir RAVEN WING
4
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Posted - 2015.08.05 10:06:00 -
[2540] - Quote
Jonny D Buelle wrote:...Dreadwinds
Murk was not a patient Artya. In fact he had been known to viciously hurt people who kept him waiting. They had been docked and were still waiting to be met by either a Rough Skin or by Lur himself. Not to mention if he did not see Lur, alive, he would have to act as the Greatclaw's swift hand of vengence.
He spat on the ground of the ship and flicked his hood over his shaved head. His crew looked at him and those of the Drishna tribe, his tribe, flicked their hoods over their heads too. He walked to the gangplank and motioned for his crew to follow.
As they exited the docks, they moved forward in a V formation with Murk leading them. In the fading sunlight, they looked menacing. Each of them carried one or more skulls tied to their vests. Each of them (excluding those from Drishna) carried their bladed staffs parallel to their arm, ready to strike should they be attacked.
As they marched, Murk spotted a Rough Skin and raised his hand, halting the Artugians following him. He then walked up to this strange reptalian creature and spoke softly: "Tell me, Scaly one, have you seen people such as me and mine?... No?!... Where is the Hall of the Great Leader?... Thank you, now off you go and not a word to anyone!"
He motioned his people forward and headed off to where he was told the Great Hall was located. As they neared their destination, Murk noticed the guards outside. He raised his hand again to halt the group and took a few steps forward. He raised his voice so that they could hear and said:
"I am Murk, son of Morya, leader of these Artugians. Show us to your leader, and quickly! We have waited all day on our ship and no one has greeted us, and I am growing impatient with you Rough Skins. And tell us where the son of the Greatclaw is!"
Jakyl, after being informed of the commotion outside, dismissed his assassins before exited the building to greet the Artugian.
"I must apologize, it has been a busy day today and no one mentioned to me that you have arrived... Murk... The son of your Greatclaw would be either in his current residence, or the market district again." Jakyl, greatly irritated by the Artugians' attitudes, spoke with haste to avoid them becoming worse."I presume you have come here for a reason other than to check on how your Greatclaw's son is doing?"
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.05 11:19:00 -
[2541] - Quote
...Dreadwinds
Murk looked the Great Leader of the Rough Skins up and down. He then made a fist and place it over his heart, he bowed then said "Strong winds, Great Leader. We have traveled far across the seas to seek information on how to best strike at the Tall Ones. I hear rumour of your own war against these 'Cauti'. Aboard our ship you will find leather skins filled with venom from Artyee, our women. These should prove a useful tool against your enemies."
Murk then signaled to his mean and four of them ran off to the ship to retrieve the goods. "We do not wish to stay for long, and we wish to be one our way. Our claws thirst for blood of the Tall Ones and our ancestors cry for vengeance."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.06 01:12:00 -
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.... Mar'Thal, Blooming City
As Ria turned to leave Sia'tri took his opportunity to catch up with the Greatclaw before the Great Leader could return to the preparations for the festivities. It seemed that much like the Mur the Artugians also had traditions that celebrated nature in its myriad forms from simple turns of the seasons to wondrous events like the sudden blooming of the vine-flowers.
"Jon Greatclaw." He called out as the Artya made for another group of Artyee, perhaps looking for one to volunteer her venom, catching up to him with the strange loping gait of a Mur far from the oceans. He offered the Artugian a conspiratorial look that said something akin to 'you could have told me'.
"Thank you Jon, your blessing of us means a great deal to me..... and I understand that you two must still love one another deeply. I promise you though I may not be Artugian..... yet I will offer Ria all of the things one of your people would. Which brings me to my purpose."
His expression shifted through several emotions, serious, worry, then determination.
"Your people climb to the mouth of the volcano and bring back a stone to show their devotion to their partner..... I however have little time if I am to complete the ritual's preparations. I must know if there is a passage to a river or the ocean nearby. I leave as soon as I know.
There was a slightly familiar sound of flat oar-like feet behind him and he turned to see Shu'um and two other Mur carring a large bundle between them, concerned looks upon their faces, as all three pairs of eyes flicking up to the bloody palm print on his forehead.
"Sia'tri!" her voice was strident, unable to belie the concern in her voice. "We saw the blooms and came from the beach. Ria passed us, she said she would wait for you by the tidal pools. You haven't wronged the Great Leader.....have you? Tell me you haven't tried to Bond with his wife behind his back and he has not shed you blood in anger."
She turned to Jon who seemed amused, then looked back to Sia'tri.
"No, and calm yourselves." He explained addressing the two women and their male partner. "I have been given Jon's blessing that Ria and I might unite our souls..... if his words sway the elders I am to be made an Artya myself. I am preparing to leave shortly to gather my stone from the mouth of the mountains fire."
For a moment the Mur were silent. The two behind Shu'um put down the bundle gently before all three let out whoops of joy jumping high into the air, stamping their feet against the wood in short rhythmic dances. Mid way through the display the two Mur pulled the Greatclaw and Sia'tri into the dance however Shu'um took the pathfinder aside clasping his hands to her chest.
"I am proud of you Sia'tri. You have finally chosen to give offer another your heart of hearts. I hope that your bonding is as looking in the glassy waters of our home. Ria is a beautiful woman......even though her hips will not bear you the strongest sons and daughters I have no doubt you will find joy in one another."
"Thank you." He replied in a husky voice, threatening to break. "Thank you Shu'um, thank you again my Mem'sapwe, my mother-I-have-chosen."
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled and embraced him warmly pulling back to inspect him, adjusting his harness ensuring that none of the buckles were loose. She then turned to Jon with a grateful expression.
"And to you Mem'shah and Greatclaw, chosen son. If you are to leave on this task we have something for you from Shuri'den'shalvys.... but I digress. If my chosen-son has asked a boon of you Jon I will see anything done that you grant it."
Behind them the two other Mur appeared to be discussing what was happening with knowing smiles on their faces even as they danced and spun in circles pausing only when the slapping of their feet upon the wood became too loud. Sia'tri could not hear the specifics of their conversation but was able to glean some of the gossip being exchanged, things concerning Jon's reception in the settlements now that he was unbounded, the flower blooms, and something rather provocative about Shu'um's promise.
He chuckled and ignored them listening intently to Jon.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.06 01:56:00 -
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..... Burtgun, Capitol of Osmarium.
Given a few more minutes Kal'm had recovered some of the composure lost by the sudden appearance of Mur warriors in the harbour and had found the relaxing shape of a cushioned chair pressed up against one of the walls beneath a majestic tapestry depicting the Queen's personal heraldry.
Rather than worry about the issues at hand he'd taken to rather mischievously using his Authorities upon the two stationary guardsmen protecting the room pulling at the tassels, helmet, and any exposed fabrics with the invisible Attractions and Repulsions masking the nature of the forces as particularly strong gusts of wind.
A sudden screeching sound shocked him out of of his machinations momentarily causing him to lose control of his Authorities. Behind him by the door to the antechamber one of the guardsmen shot twenty feet into the air. Though it were less so that he rose and so that he feel, her perceptions of up and down being reversed and an instant, his weapons slipping from his hands and falling into the ceiling where they clattered against the vaulted surface before coming to a stop.
"Bloody fool of a Mur." He cursed himself as he lowered the guardsman gentle to the ground leaving his comrade to support him as he retched up the vestiges of his lunch onto the carpeted floor. He began to apologise profusely.
The heavy beating of enormous wings announced the appearance of Sieg. The grand Skadii-an seahawk let loose a piecing cry and dove through one of the open windows in a shower of feathers and cries from the minor nobility wandering the halls. He soared over to Kal'm and settled upon his shoulder naturally taking care not to score wounds upon Kal'm's fins with his talons.
It wasn't much but at least he wouldn't have to wait alone.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.08.06 20:35:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:...Dreadwinds
Murk looked the Great Leader of the Rough Skins up and down. He then made a fist and place it over his heart, he bowed then said "Strong winds, Great Leader. We have traveled far across the seas to seek information on how to best strike at the Tall Ones. I hear rumour of your own war against these 'Cauti'. Aboard our ship you will find leather skins filled with venom from Artyee, our women. These should prove a useful tool against your enemies."
Murk then signaled to his mean and four of them ran off to the ship to retrieve the goods. "We do not wish to stay for long, and we wish to be one our way. Our claws thirst for blood of the Tall Ones and our ancestors cry for vengeance."
Jakyl repeated the gesture. "Your vengeance is coming. Currently, the Cauti have attacked us, the Os... Pale-Skins, and the Tall Ones. We will use this to ally ourselves with the Tall Ones before we betray them on the day of victory. How does this sound to you?"
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.08.06 22:44:00 -
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...Dreadwinds
Murk stroked his chin and considered the Rough Skin's idea. The Tall Ones were evil, horrible creatures that deserve the be wiped out. However the Rough Skins and these 'Pale-Skins' are fighting with the Tall Ones, this could mean the threat would be more serious than revenge. That and there are always accidents in the heat of battle.
Murk smiled devilishly and said "We will help fight these Cauti, butif the Tall Ones try to take our people, they will meet their Ancestors sooner than intended. We will wait on our ship til morning and set sail."
...Mar'Thal, the Blooming City
Jon put a hand on Sia'tri's shoulder, being careful not to cut him with his claws. "It is because I love Ria that I bless your union. I know you will do right by her and by my- our people."
Jon then waved over one of his gaurds, an Artya from the Drishna tribe. "This is Ohk from Drishna, the wandering tribe. He knows this land better than myself. He will guide you wherever you need to go and see you are protected."
Ohk bowed and gave the Artugian greeting, followed by: "I obey, Greatclaw, and will protect friend Sia'tri."
"He will show you the quickest way to Margha or the sea, where ever you wish to retrieve the stone. I would go with you, however there are things to prepare and I must speak to the elders. May strong winds bring you good fortune, my friend."
With that, Jon turned and went about preparing for the festival.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.08.07 00:24:00 -
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Acting as both judge and jury, the Queen spent much of her day attending to the scheduled hearings for accusations of crimes committed. Some were quite simple, a guard may arrest a citizen after witnessing a crime in progress which leaves merely the sentencing, or a citizen may attempt to prove the guilt of another before her whilst the accused defends themselves. The latter was far more time consuming as proper judgement was required. The last was a case of arson. The man was accused of deliberately burning down a water mill. Such an act not only had effect on the owner but on the city itself. His sentence was two weeks in the oubilette, a dark, miserable room with a floor much lower than the entrance among the dungeons were a prisoner was thrown, sometimes literally, and left until their sentence was complete.
Before dealing with the Burghers, wealthy city officials from across the realm, an audience was granted to the patient Mur that have been waiting. Kal'm was confronted by a guard who, after being momentarily puzzled by one of the other guards just about keeping his balance, brought the Mur before the Queen. A warm smile of both recognition and mild relief spread across Aeschilds face as she was glad to be done with the trials and waited for the Mur to begin.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.08.07 01:48:00 -
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.....Burtgun, Capitol of Osmarium.
Granted his audience the diplomatic envoy from the island nation strode confidently into throne room of the Osmarii Queen looking almost majestic with Sieg perched on and extended arm. As he passed he nodded respectfully to those nobles and ladies of the court bearing the highest ranks as well as those with whom he was most familiar, before making a respectful bow and then adopting a parade stance before the Queen with his chin raised.
At this point Sieg took wing and soared up into the alcoves of the hall where he took a position on volute of one of a nearby pillar, head jerking back and forth sporadically as he eyed those assembled below.
"Lady Fairwinds." He addressed her with the formal title his people often bestowed on dignitaries, this for the fairness of his skin, her hair, and the seafaring nature of her people. "I bring tidings from the Isles and I come to explain the Mur-Folk and their actions so there be no ill will between us."
He cleared his throat loudly broadcasting his voice so that all could hear his words.
"My Queen by now news must have reached you ears that a warship for the Isles has anchored itself off the bay. I come to allay the fears of all those present, this is not the end of relations between our peoples, we mean no harm. Seneschal Adelya, the first confidante to Lady Shuri'den'shalvys has in desperation dispatched warriors to the main land. She wishes permission to have me lead them to the border zone between you lands and the Cauti to receive the Lady Shuri'den'shalvys who has chosen to walk your lands for the first time and ensure the Cauti keep their word to us. Five hundred of my kin stand ready to march from the bay and it is like that five hundred more shall arrive off your northern coasts within the day, if given leave we promise to keep the peace of your lands and shall withdraw within the month. If it is not given than we shall have no choice to respectfully capitulate with your commands."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.08.08 23:19:00 -
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Burtgun, the Royal Castle
The rather large hawk startled those gathered at court as it flew up and gazed down upon them, it was unusual for a pet to be brought in without express permission. The Queens expression darkened slightly to become more serious at the mention of the Mur warriors. She beckoned the Chancellor to her and whispered to him. He then nodded and left as Aeschild turned back towards Kal'm.
"The presence of these warriors is regrettable but it cannot be denied that the Cauti rebellion creates a demand for them. Lady Shuri'Den of Shalvys puts herself in great puts herself in great risk by being there, though you can rest assured that no Osmar soldier will bring any harm to her or the Mur travelling with her."
At that moment Chancellor Eofor returned with a letter with the Royal Coat of Arms in wax at the bottom, similarly sealed within an envelope, and presented it to the Queen. Aeschild rose from her throne and approached Kal'm to give him the letter.
"This letter will ensure your free travel across the kingdom. Should you ever be halted by an Osmar patrol or toll booth along your path simply present this and they'll let you pass without further question"
Meanwhile elsewhere in the kingdom.
The conflict in the south has affected the lives of many, but also led to a great realisation. Profit can be made for soldiers of fortune in times of need. In response to the crisis a great number of Osmar freemen have gathered together. Calling themselves St+¡elhere, or the Steel Company, they send letters to the leaders of the nations informing of and offering their services for payment. They have enough men to field 5 regiments, approximately 5000 soldiers with a mix of infantry and cavalry.
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Diablo Gamekeeper
Circle of Huskarl
Minmatar Republic
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Posted - 2015.08.09 12:27:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:To sharpen our minds, I officially issue this thread as a logic RPG meta-game thing. We will create a faction on this thread (not real, just make one up) and war with one another.... Let me give you an example: I am Revon of the Parians, we are good at combat and trade, but have a weakness to Water. Strength is Fire and Wind Let's see where this goes? Huehue... So, in order to sharpen our minds, let's do this! But there are rules: 1) You must state your strengths and weaknesses. If you are weak against an opponent, you lose, unless... 2) You have a 3:1 "Population" ratio. Each time you win, you gain a 'follower' for your group (population). If you beat out an enemy you're weak to, then you lose 2 people as an aftermath effect... Default Population is 1... 3) You must post an epic battle description, just so people have fun reading this thread... 4) No orbital strikes... 5) You MUST have one weakness and one strength. If you are neutral against an opponent, it results in a stalemate. 6) If you lose all your people, then you revert back to only one person. That one person is you. You can't participate until the next day due to your loss too. 7) No trolling. 8) HAVE FUN! Anything Else Goes! I'll manage this thread and see where it goes! Cool Edit Rules: 9) You get 3 types: your base terrain, your strength terrain(s), and your weakness terrain(s). You get 1 base terrain, 3 strengths, and 3 weaknesses. 10) [Reserved. And a quick thank you to the OP of IV.] https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&m=2776865#post2776865 < OCC Discussion. Post here before you join. :D Timeline: The Parabunnies appear The Vagabonds appear The Tal-Man Empire appears The Osmar appear. The Bloods appear Assassination of Vagabond ruler. The Creed is formed Chief Hroth dies
How do we get population?
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sir RAVEN WING
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Diablo Gamekeeper wrote:sir RAVEN WING wrote:To sharpen our minds, I officially issue this thread as a logic RPG meta-game thing. We will create a faction on this thread (not real, just make one up) and war with one another.... Let me give you an example: I am Revon of the Parians, we are good at combat and trade, but have a weakness to Water. Strength is Fire and Wind Let's see where this goes? Huehue... So, in order to sharpen our minds, let's do this! But there are rules: 1) You must state your strengths and weaknesses. If you are weak against an opponent, you lose, unless... 2) You have a 3:1 "Population" ratio. Each time you win, you gain a 'follower' for your group (population). If you beat out an enemy you're weak to, then you lose 2 people as an aftermath effect... Default Population is 1... 3) You must post an epic battle description, just so people have fun reading this thread... 4) No orbital strikes... 5) You MUST have one weakness and one strength. If you are neutral against an opponent, it results in a stalemate. 6) If you lose all your people, then you revert back to only one person. That one person is you. You can't participate until the next day due to your loss too. 7) No trolling. 8) HAVE FUN! Anything Else Goes! I'll manage this thread and see where it goes! Cool Edit Rules: 9) You get 3 types: your base terrain, your strength terrain(s), and your weakness terrain(s). You get 1 base terrain, 3 strengths, and 3 weaknesses. 10) [Reserved. And a quick thank you to the OP of IV.] https://forums.dust514.com/default.aspx?g=posts&m=2776865#post2776865 < OCC Discussion. Post here before you join. :D Timeline: The Parabunnies appear The Vagabonds appear The Tal-Man Empire appears The Osmar appear. The Bloods appear Assassination of Vagabond ruler. The Creed is formed Chief Hroth dies How do we get population?
That's a bit outdated.
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