800 Years Later

[Fishman Lord]

In the year 2034, a plague killed 99% of the world's population. With the old world gone, technology deteriorated, and by 2200 the tech level was medieval. From there, humanity has very slowly but surely begun to recover. Now, in 2834, the Old World has been almost forgotten, and the new world is that of feudalism, monarchs, and swords. Neo-Aztecs conduct human sacrifice in a strange, twisted religion made from both Catholic and Aztec beliefs. In the American South, Christians crusade once more. In the west, the Mormon kings and their many wives spread their influence. In the Great Plains, returns to native beliefs and other nature-worshiping religions has taken place. The last known bastion of technology, Directive 40, lays hidden in Alaska, the last remnant of the US government that observes the new feudal world, but they do not interfere, only observe. The great city of Novark trades along the Atlantic. The Old World is gone, and this is the beginning of a new one.

CS Thread: 800 Years Later CS

 

[Fishman Lord]

Cesár Tiberio sat on the balcony of his bedroom, basking in the summer sun of La Paz. Below him he saw the city in the afternoon light, people slow and happy under the lazy sun. To the north, the Great Church rose up above the surrounding houses, painted on all sides with scenes both beautiful and bizarre, people with masks twisting and dancing, many-headed beasts, warriors of ancient times, all together in a visual mess that somehow made sense. In the distance, boys and girls fished from the docks, waiting for their fathers to return with the real catch. Just another day in the city.

One of his messengers arrived. She was new to the castle, pretty girl of 18. Father had probably sent her here in the hopes that Tiberio would fancy her as a concubine, though those hopes had yet to come true. "Cesár, Augusto has returned from Mexicali. He wishes to see you." Tiberio stood up. "Of course, bring him here." The girl bowed and went off to fetch Augusto. Tiberio hadn't expected his half-brother for another two days. This could be urgent.

Augusto walked out onto the balcony, smiling and with his arms out wide. Tiberio smiled in turn and embraced him. "It's good to see you, half-brother! How was Mexicali?" Augusto released from the embrace and spoke in his deep, cheerful voice. "I must say, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Lord Ricardo's daughters were... accomadating, I think the marriage is a good idea. And the Mexicalians grow better weed than you, as well." Tiberio lightly punched Augusto and laughed before replying. "We were not expecting you for another two days. Why the rush? I hope it's nothing bad." Augusto continued smiling and shook his head. "No, it's nothing of the sort. Simply a good rider who likes to go fast. My horse is awfully tired, but it was a good journey." That was a relief. Tiberio spoke again. "Come, let us speak further in the shrine. I'll prove to you that we grow better weed."

Several hours later, the two entered the Council's meeting room, to discuss matters of state. Having a short prayer asking for their crops to be strong and their visions to be true, the councilors explained what was happening in the realm. It was mostly boring stuff he already knew the gist of, opium crops growing well, bandits harassing Ensenada, so on, but Miguel Enseta brought up something new. "My Cesár, many of the lords believe it is time for you to take your second wife." Tiberio rolled his eyes. "I know this, Miguel. Every day I am sent paintings of beautiful daughters and sisters and their confessions of undying love. I need not to marry to consolidate my vassals, they are loyal already." "Of course, my lord, but I propose something different. You know of house Ansman of the Hualapai?" "Yes, another Indian house in another Indian kingdom." "Well, their lord, King Inyaga, has only a single daughter, Hala, age 22. She is said to be the greatest beauty in the land, and marrying the beautiful only daughter of an aging king certainly has its benefits. She may be their queen soon, and your children may be rulers of two kingdoms." Tiberio considered it. "It is tempting, but it could end in disaster. The Cartels and the tribes would never get along, and the difficulty in ruling over two kingdoms not connected by land would make those differences even worse." Miguel smiled at that. "Ah, but that's the best part. With the armies of the Hualapai aiding us, we could conquer from the Sonora to the Kaibab. The Cartels would be sated with new land, and the tribes certainly wouldn't object to some drug money." Tiberio thought for a while. "Very well. I will travel to the Grand Canyon, meet Hala and her father, but I do not promise anything will come of it. I depart in half a week, Augusto shall be regent until I return."

RIPSaidCone
General Deth Glitch
Locklaklazarii
Pat
EmperorAzazel
Drakorphobia
Ghost Toast
S Shabazz
THE RP BEGINS!

 

[Ghost Toast]

Edward took a fresh breath of air in his palace. It was good morning, he had just eaten breakfast, had finished reading a book, and had preformed a sermon inside the palace. After all, he was head of a church. He chuckled himself and looked to bay, which the called the Columbian Bay. Ships were in the dock, loading for their trips out into the Pacific to catch fish for the markets. Speaking of which, the markets were bustling as usual. It was almost chaos, and he sometimes wondered how his uncle could mange Columbia who's market was even busier

He soon heard a knock on his door and a boy of 16 opened it and told him "Sire, news just arrived from your colonists to the east,". Edwarded furrowed his brow and asked "How are they faring?". The boy then responded "They currently have settled in both Ellensburg and New Salem, Your Grace,". Edward smiled and said "Good, now take this,". He then gave the boy a rolled-up piece of paper and said "Give this to a rider and he is to be escorted to Columbia and this is to be given to the King of Columbia,". The boy nodded and quickly scurried off as Edward turned around to continue to look out the window, thinking of what he had done. Ellensburg and Hood River were cities in the former western parts of Washington and Oregon and their goal was simple: Keep the Corville and the Yamaka Indians out of the Kingdom. Each of these cities sat on a former interstate, with Ellensburg being on Interstate 90 which led straight into Seattle and Interstate 84, which lead directly into Portland. The rest of the roads were so overgrown that no horse could possibly get through it. Edward thanked God that the Great Forest, which stretched from the former US-Canadian border to the former states of California, was there, as they would've been overrun by indians long ago if it wasn't there. The note Edward had given the boy was a letter to the King of Columbia and asked to try to open up formal diplomacy between the nations. The Cascadian Kingdom had known about them and the Kingdom of Baja for some time because of their meetings at sea, and he wanted to try to keep peace with them

 

[General Deth Glitch]

(The actual building but without all the people using it and such, for mind picturing usage. Thank you.)
Couzens stood looking over the platforms that had become market stalls. Far below the lords that worshipped the defeating of the Rust gathered. Debutantes danced with young nobles, Lords and Ladies danced together and servants darted about the floor providing their needs. Just further, as mentioned earlier the market stalls were filled with activity. The greatest and grandest market in The Rust Belt continued on, undeterred. Shouts and yells, barely audible to the man above, rung through the old platforms as patrons walked through searching for trinkets and artefacts. Renowned Hunters sat with their catches, hoping for a passing man of wealth to select it for his next feast. However there were no children playing today. What children there were to be seen would be men and women by the time they arrived, all others were inside, under the vigil of the Oxides. The Sacred High Priests that serve Grand Fabricator. Today was the third day of the Rusting of Youth and so far none had returned to show their prize. As Chrome Guardians stood, standing between the lords and those lower born, a young woman approached. She was riding a tired old grey horse but on her back, wrapped in old rags, was something large. What little could be seen of it was rusted. She must certainly be the first to return with her offering for the Grand Fabricator. Couzens was more then curious. The first to return was often one of the larger lads, often about to pass beyond the age of Youth, striding among a large steed with a triumphant grin. This girl, no, this young woman, sat on her old nag looking defeated. She looked as tired as the horse she rode. The Chrome Guardians, best of the Brotherhood of Chrome and chosen to defend the Grand Fabricator, wordlessly moved to let her pass. The sound in the courtyard below was replaced with silence and even the busy market appeared to have a hush fall over it. She knelt down in the centre. Eyes fixed to the ground in front of her.

The lords stood curious and some annoyed, as the Grand Fabricator stood on his elevator and servants below began to move him slowly down to the ground below, an older lady, the Duchess of Ann Arbour, approached the woman and tried to uncover the hidden artifact. The woman stood and turned her body to face the woman, placing the artefact on the opposite side to her but kept her eyes fixed down. She knew the rules. She could not look them in the eyes once she started the trial until she either passed or failed. But she also knew this woman, whoever she was, was disrespecting her offering to the Grand Fabricator. The older lady shouted for the guards to cease 'this insolent girl' but none moved or even acknowledged it. The Grand Fabricator said that no one was to interfere and they served only him. The lords and ladies that also served their master were merely poorly trained equals with no purpose, that's how they saw it. With a snort of derision the woman strutted away just as the Grand Fabricator opened the great rear doors of his palace. The woman took the item from her back and held it before her like a knight would offer his sword. Couzens noted that the object was large and flat. He wondered what possible item of note would be shaped as it was. He contemplated hailing that she had failed, without even looking at the object in detail, this only happened when items like crowbars or spanners were given as tribute, but he decided against it. Eventually checking the item. Uncovering the cloth he saw a rusted, but largely in good wear Riot Shield. Some of the tomes on law enforcement mentioned such devices but he had yet to see one is such condition, all others could only be assumed that they were by size and shape. He took it from her. The symbol that she had passed. She rose to her feet and looked toward him, too fearful yet to look into his eyes. He strode forth, to the end of the courtyard out to where the common people could hear and bellowed. "This Woman is the first of this years chosen to pass the trial. She will join the Brotherhood of Chrome! However, she will also serve as my side as a Chrome Guardian. I also order that among her weapons she use her very own offering. A riot shield she found for me. I hope that with its strength and durability she will stop all who dare stand against the Children of the Rust. This is a sign that the times of old see us as their champions. No shield we can forge can match the ability of such a device. With it she shall deflect all harm that tries to afflict me. Welcome. Sister. You name is Gina. Gina Rinehart. May you serve us well." He so named her, after an Australian woman from before the war that he recently discovered who was worth billions and ran a mining company, as it was tradition to name all Chrome Guardians after powerful figures of the past. Their last name would then become their dynasty and their children would lie somewhere between the common people and the nobility.

Couzens assumed that was all he would be rewarded with for the day.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Northern Washington, Former United States
Late Summer, 2834
2nd Squad, 1st Rifle Platoon

Branches broke beneath boot-clad feet as a platoon of men in MARPAT fatigues and beige colored body armor made their way across the now vastly overgrown and nature-rich forests of what had been and what these particular men still knew as the state of Washington. In their comfortably gloved hands were long black stick-looking devices, expertly crafted and identical to all the others and held on the side of their thighs a smaller variant of the long black stick. This was the first expedition by the entity known as Directive 40 to the continental United States, after recieving no radio communications at all from the lower forty eight it had been decided that multiple small groups of marines would be deployed to search for any signs of remaining civilization. As the preparations for the majority of the government agency's many vehicles, ships and aircraft were still being made. The platoons had turned to using one of the only helicopters that had as of now been brought out of storage to enter what had been American airspace, before being deployed groundside and sent off in the directions of what they knew as major settlements such as Seattle and the surrounding suburbs. As of now they had yet to find a single human soul, though local wildlife had been both plentiful and peaceful with little sign of any outside interfierence in their habitats. Strange for what had once been a developed coastline. The men that formed the group themselves all seemed to be rather young though lively and eager to do their jobs, whatever those jobs may be to an outsider, however right now they didn't seem all that pleased with their assignment.

"We've been walking for hours, what exactly are we looking for again?" One of the men spoke up in curiosity as the group moved, occasionally taking larger steps to avoid any natural holes in the ground or large pieces of log. Eyes scanning their surroundings as they had been trained to, vigilantly and hands tightly gripping their rifles though despite their professional demeanor they did seem bored. "Maybe if you'd paid attention to the multiple briefings, McLeod you would know what we're looking for." A slightly older man at the front of the single file line gruffly replied with, seemingly not impressed with his younger subordinate's failure to listen. The younger man known as McLeod a few marines down the line shrugged, craining his neck backwards slightly to get a better talk with the man behind him as the group continued moving forward through the dense fauna. "What're we looking for, Masters?" He asked in a lower tone, apparently not wanting to face another growl of disappointment from his superior. "We're looking for people, McLeod. People and buildings. Shouldn't be too hard to spot if either of those things are around." McLeod yet again shrugged, though acknowledging the information his peer had given him. "Alright, sounds easy enough. If there were any people that is." - "Dude, just shut up. We'll find someone eventually." The taller man in-front of McLeod known as Sandler said in an impatient tone, the slightly smaller McLeod having been about to respond in a similarly antagonizing manner before their superior raised his hand in a stopping motion, the entire line of men dropping onto one knee as they all raised their rifles forward.

"I see someone. Over there, by the oak trees on that hill. Just over a hundred meters away." He practically whispered to his marines, looking back to them as he spoke quietly again. "Morgan, Keating, get those M27's on our flank." He ordered with a low tone but sternly enough as the two marines nodded and lifted up their larger, more powerful appearing weapons. Jogging lowly, keeping close to the scenery around them as they moved to the right hand side of the squad itself, mixing themselves in with the surrounding nature and setting up their machine guns on a small set of rocks, sturdy enough to withstand any recoil that might come about as a result of whatever this encounter may become. "Everyone else, spread out. Pierce, you're with me." And with that, the other camouflage-clad marines begun to move away from one another, weapons still raised and behavior still vigilant as they kept their eyes open for anything and everything. A young woman coming to the front of the squad and crouching down next to the Sargeant as the pair then began to move forward by their lonesome, keeping slow and steady. Noticing as they got closer and closer to the figures by the hill that they were dressed..far different from how the marines had expected them to be dressed, they wore what looked like medieval suits of armor and were standing next to horses and bantering in strong accents with one another. Swords dangling from their belts as they spoke about crop yields and maidens and a whole bunch of other old-timey speak. Pierce lowering her rifle momentarily and reaching into a bag on her belt, pulling out a small green camera and lifting it up towards the two armored men, taking a silent picture of them before they decided to pull out of the immediate area and try find any nearby settlements, there had to be some around surely. And perhaps those settlements would better explain what the hell kind of world the Directive had woken up in.​

 

[Pat]

Vivian distrusted the Mormon Kings. They believed and preached lies to the masses, saying of themselves as holy men pure in body and soul while engaging in the heresy known as polygamy. Their subjects accepted no trade, for they strived to attain self-sufficiency in all things and adamantly refused what was foreign and which they could not yet produce themselves on the slightest suspicion that Columbian caravans only peddled temptations and that their rare arrivals to their kingdoms were merely a testing of the strength of their beliefs. Worst still, their missionaries were unceasing in their efforts to convert the surfs of his land to their pagan Mormonism, pests that would have been manageable to exterminate were it not expected of every able-bodied man of their society to 'save' as many lives as they could from eternal damnation before they at last received their own.

He praised once more the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, his hands pressed together in silent prayer, before standing and snuffing out the candles of the shrine and exiting his bedchambers. Word has reached his ears that a messenger from the North had arrived in Columbia. Heathens as they were, he was inclined to offer every bit of hospitiality he could afford them. Those not under the yoke of the Mormon Kings were in short supply on the West Coast and could serve as useful allies for the gathering storm to come. As he reached the throne room Vivian was swarmed by a stampede of advisors and nobles, each eager to land a clever word in his presence. Warding them off his body, he sat on the throne of his authority and willed his knights to summon the messenger and his escort through the gilded throne room doors.

 

[Fishman Lord]

Tiberio pulled himself up on to his horse, a white mare called Dulce. He managed to get himself fully ready and seated, then turned to Augusto below him. "You will be ruler for no short period of time, Augusto. It could be anywhere from a 1 1/2 to a 4 month trip, and while winter is never too harsh to us it may not be the case that far north. They say it is still mostly fine, but still I do not expect to be back for perhaps 5 months, assuming at least something goes wrong or I must wait out winter at their Kingdom. Rule well, half-brother." Augusto shook his hand and replied. "Are you sure you must go in person? Your messengers could go faster and you would be able to rule your realm." "No, this way I can make contact with our vassals on the way and see some of the world. Besides, I'd prefer to meet the princess in person if I am to marry her." Augusto sighed and spoke. "Very well. Good travels, Cesár, I hope you may travel faster than you estimate." Tiberio smiled in return. "You will rule well. Hold the kingdom together while I am gone."

3 days later, they had made unexpectedly good progress. A hundred and ten miles, in the city of Cuidad Constitución. The local Cartel, House Constitución, was one of the most loyal to the Allendes. Their leader, Lady Ancana, was an old woman, 84 years old, and one of the greatest warriors the kingdom had ever known back in her prime. He sat down with her and her family for a dinner, roasted chicken and corn. She had always been like a grandmother to Tiberio, and she spoke up as they were at the table. "Tiberio, foolish child, why do you travel right as winter approaches?" Tiberio laughed softly. "Abuela, you should not call your Cesár a foolish child." "Bah, you could be Emperor of Mexico and you would still be a foolish child. And answer the question." "If I move quickly enough, I may well be back just as winter is beginning. Besides, even if I do not return until the end of winter, I return with a new wife and a new ally, and we could use the summer to begin conquests along the Colorado." "You will stay away from the ghost city?" "Ghost city? You mean Firebird? Abuela, the dead spires of Firebird are far from our route. Do not worry about such superstitions. We follow the Colorado for most of the route, then take a shortcut to reach Hualapai. On the way back we follow the Colorado all the way to Baja, and we will see the great Hoover Falls." The old woman sniffed. "Why must you marry a redskin anyways? Is a good Baja lady not enough for you?" "Abuela, you know why."

The following morning Tiberio said goodbye to the old woman and her extensive family. "I will see you in several months on my way back, hopefully with my new wife." Lady Ancana grumbled a goodbye, though it was still clearly affectionate, and the rest of the family waved goodbye as Tiberio and his party rode northwards. Summer would very soon end, and the riders would soon gallop through Autumn.

 

[Alteras]

Kingdom of the Four Cities
Murfreesboro, South of Nashville

The figure of a horse and its rider could be seen galloping around a course, filled with fences, obstacles, and flags of all kinds. The figure brought her massive stead through the corners and leapt it high up into the air. The horse is apparently a descendant breed from what was called "Tennessee Walking Horse," as the figure's tutors had explained, but she had no care for that. To her a horse is a horse, a being that needs to run free. Of course at the moment, this being is being brought through a horse track, weaving between fences and trees alike and jumping hills and poles. The joyful cry of the figure could be heard throughout. The few in the vicinity had stopped their work to bask in the warmth of her expression. Even slaves had stopped attending to their masters' horses to watch the girl.

Soon another woman in maid clothes walked to the side of the track and waved the figure over. Bringing the stead to a trot, then a walk, the girl approached the maid. "Your Highness-" "What did I say about calling me that?" The maid paused at the interruption and let out a sigh. "Miss Chevalia." The figure nodded in approval. "Must you always escape my sights? I'm not as well versed in the local area as you are." "It's only the horse track!" "It's the 12th one you've been to this week! I honestly don't know how you keep finding new ones~" Chevalia puffed her cheeks. "Well in any case, I bring news from Ministers. It seems that they've finally agreed to the expedition into the west and down the Mississippi."

Chevalia's smile rose in delight. "Then let us go back to the Castle and make ready!" She brought her stead around and out of the track before racing it north towards Nashville. The maid looked in exhaustion and chased after her. "At least get in the carriage! Your Highness!" The expedition had been something that Chevalia had been campaigning for the better part of a year. The plan was to send three main groups, one up the Mississippi, one to the west, and the smallest down the river. They already had knowledge that there's something of a small community down in what was Louisiana, but sending a envoy should be respectful nonetheless. It was a joint task by the four cities, with knights, merchants, and a few nobles joining in.

 

[EmperorAzazel]

The Rise of Alister von Baton VII
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"My people! I come to you as your emperor, for to long we have crept slowly from our homes. For to long we have allowed what should be ours to be within our sight and go to waste!" This was the start of the speech that would propel the Baton into a very ambitious plan. To claim the Mississippi River all of it ajd the state it ends with. "We are given great life from the rivers that go to the north above us. It is time we truly lay claim to it and all the goods it shall bring us! Food, wealth, and glory shall be ours for the taking...but we have much work to do, though we control the north of our great lands the south is still untamed with rumours of a great city on the water which will give us control over the very mouth of this great river." He paused a moment and looked to the head knight of the order of St.Julianas who nodded back and him, "Sir.Gregor of the knightly order shall lead a small expedition north of 500 men to begin setting up outposts along the river to lay claim to it with our great banners. The rest of you knight and peasants alike, the setting outhouse is your destination, tame the southern lands and I will ensure that every man woman and child who had a hand in it shall have a home to sleep in. A warm bed to lay there head on, and enough food to never want for again!" The loudest of the cheers at this proclimation came from those of lesser birth. Those who saw this as a true opportunity to move up in their social standing in life, by the dawn two expeditions would set out, one sent south to the surrounding lands to attempt to claim what they could a major expedition breaking off of about 25,000 headed to the town of baton Rouge accompanied by 300 knights the holy order stretching out to help what groups they could as the pascification of the south would take a long and brutal process, already there was word of turning baton into a military fort for a new branch of the Holy order or perhaps even having the church come and make it and great holy city as it did bear the name of their great Emperor. Several others moved easterly heading did own to try and settle other towns some lucky to get 50-100 knights the larger groups attracting more knights for the glory.

The northern expedition set out with 500 knights and around 5000 workers to head north, where they would establish 5 outposts with 1000 workers anf 100 knights per outpost, these would go along the river along later be turned into look out posts for anything that would come down the river as fishing spots. The Emperor for now would remain in the Delta plantation with his wife who had recently sired a child wither or nothe it would be a boy or girl was yet to be seen. Alistair would remain eager for any reports in the south, unknown people would be lost but in time the towns would flurish was the hope. What they truly did not expect was for Sir Gregor to come along a mission headed south from the Mississippi, it was during their 5th and final time of planting and outposts when they had come had been come upon by the northerners.

Sir.Gregor, "Halt who goes there northerners! You approach land of the Baton! Are you friend or foe?" Or he asked keeping one hand on his sword word as the 100 men left with him and the 1000 peasants grabbed weapons making ready to defend themselves. The people of Baton where all to familiar with raiders.

 

[Ghost Toast]

The rider finally entered the throne room. He stood in a proper manner and bowed before the king before handing him as message. He then said "This is a message from His Royal Majesty, the King of Cascadia, King Edward I. From my understanding, he wishes to open up diplomatic relations between the kingdoms,"
Pat

 

[Shabazz]

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The cool autumn air breathed down Arn Bràvehearts neck like a banshee in the night. He was standing port side of his adviser, Carl Klárckson. They where both dressed in the snow white furs of bears, a rare gift from the native tribes in the north.

"Nýrland is flourishing under your rule, my lord." Carl said, gazing out into the city streets of Nýrborg. Arn was kneeling next to Carl, showing a child how to build castle in the sand of the sea bank.
"Yes, but what of the rest of the world?" Arn replied, standing straight and motioning towards the docks.
"I'm sorry?" Carl followed his ruler, concerned with what was on his ill thinking mind.
"I fear that we are falling behind compared to our neighbors. Not only are we the smallest nation, but we have little to give the world."
"Arn, listen-"
"No, Carl, you listen. I made a promise to my people! I promised them that going to the west would give them unimaginable wealth and prosperity."
"And it will, all we have to do is wait."
"Wait for what? Winter is at our doorstep and we have only three months of rations left over for the coming seasons!" Arn lifted two fingers and shoved them in front of Carl's face. Arn then turned his back to the city and looked at the waters of the Atlantic before him."Unless I can find a way to coerce a nobleman into providing me with additional supplies, I fear that starvation might lead to a rebellion."
"What is your plan?" Carl immediately regretted what he had just said, knowing fully well that Arn was not in his right mind at the moment. Arn paused before speaking.
"What do you think of the merchant republic of Canucia and their ruler Peter Alaire?"
"W-well, it a very nice pla-"
"He's a businessman. They are all businessmen there. Why not pay these dicey Canucian's a visit?" He was interrupted before Carl could respond.
"Let's go! Pick up the pace, fellas!" said the voice of a large man with long locks of hair by the name of Strómir. Strómir Eldurson, a noble engineer, was charged with building a grand vessel in the name of Nýrland. A ship of massive proportions that could travel the coast and bring a hundred men with it. Arn walked up to the site and looked at the ship, only half complete, with awe.
"Ah, Strómir, I see construction is well underway."
"It's not done yet, but I can tell it's going to be a masterpiece."
"I'm sure it will be, you bastard genius!" Arn gave his engineer a soft jab to the shoulder before rejoining Carl to finish his thought. "As I was saying, I want two small vessels, carrying a dozen men each to set sail for the Isle of Montreal. Each should carry a sufficient amount of weapons and an intimidating treasury if we're to gain the Canucians respect."
"Yes, of course, my lord. I will make arrangements with Darius immediately." Carl left Arn hurriedly.
"You better, I'll have your head if you don't!"

Fishman Lord
Locklaklazarii

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Petre sat above the Seigneurie, a council of about 10 other men, he was the Bannière, he controlled the dealings of the Seigneurie, which was made up of the wealthiest and most prominent businessmen in the Republic. He sat on a marble chair, it's arm rests were fasces, and it's back bear the flag of Canucia, above each man was his family's coat of arms, above Petre was the most simple crest, a four-de-lis with a handful of green dots below it. He looked unto the other men, not as a governor or as a general but as a father, he sat there with a authority but caring as well. His gaze was steel but warm and as he spoke it was smooth, rich, and deep, "At, this moment I have sent messengers to those in the south whom call themselves the Rust Belt, and those to our north whom call themselves Nyrland. I believe that we must form a lasting bond with these two peoples, though my suspicions come with the godlessness of those to our south and the sheer alien nature of the northerners but one at a time my friends. Neither of these states should be ruled out as allies and possible future territory to our great republic. First and more importantly are these Rust Beltians, they are godless heathens I know, but they can give us what we desire. Our spies tell us that these men worship the discovery of knowledge, a boon to the state if we were to ally and set up solid trade lines would be to gain these newfound knowledge, that we may be stronger than we are, and if these godless heathens or any others do attack us we won't be at such a disadvantage. The Rust Belt, even more important to you men that sit before me, lay on a major river I am told stretches for miles without end, the possibility of trade on such a river would give the republic such wealth that we'll be bursting at the seams. It is also to my knowledge that he has seven children, I for one am willing to set up a marriage to make sure our bond to these pagans is solid and lasts a long time, I would ask that some others would do the same for the prosperity of our great Republic. Now unto these aliens to the North, they fly under the raven banner, they seem a simple god fearing folk, but I worry at how warlike they seem and could threaten the sovereignty of our great republic, but again we have an easy ally, they lie upon the shore of a great body of water, a good trade ally, and maybe with their warlike nature a good mercantile force to aid us if we should need them. Our spies have also informed me that their leader remains unwed and without children, and I am willing, and have consulted my sister upon this manor, she had wished a nun-hood, but says that if this would help us, the nation of our Lord, it would be a greater way to serve, and I since they are good Christian people am more willing to give them an alliance and a betrothal, but I say first that we find the measure of these leaders and we shall put it to a vote after we have heard these men speak before us, as long as they have been baptized of course. No unto the more urgent matters of the Seigneurie, Monsieur Finex has proposed a new one off tax in order to start construction on a new chapel in the city of Montreal, as always I ask that you please cast the stones to vote."
(not really going to post the rest of this as it is quite boring so...)
General Deth Glitch S Shabazz

 

[Alteras]

Kingdom of the Four Cities
Royal Palace, Nashville

Chevalia road into the city, still wearing her horse riding outfit. Trailing behind her is her maid in the white and blue carriage. Riding through the streets, people waved at the princess, some calling out her name. While the slaves bowed their heads, close friends of the royal family gave short greetings to her as she passed through. They passed through the crowd and eventually came to the palace, a massive building of grand display sitting atop a large spread of green grass surrounded by the bustling city with only a fence and guards between. The Palace sits on where a building known as the Parthenon had been. Across the street are buildings where many parties are held. Apparently it use to be the Vanderbilt University, but it has turned from a place of study 800 years ago into a place of luxury. As Chevalia rounded to corner towards the gate entrance, the guards saluted and let her inside.

After personally bringing her horse to the stalls, much to the protest of the stable boy, Chevalia ran into the palace and through the hallways. The maid finally caught up and forced her to change her outfit into an elegant flowing dress of white with blue and red accents. Tying her hair up and wrapping a beautiful gold necklace around her neck, the maid was finally satisfied. Chevalia quickly fled the dressing room and first ran to her parents to tell them the news (or rather her own excitement) before going to the Royal Throne Room. At the sound of trumpets and the guards declaring her presence, the ministers and nobles inside stood up and bowed their heads. Chevalia stepped into the room and took to her throne, a seat to the right of two larger and more lavish thrones. The two were empty, to respect the king and queen, but everyone knew that Chevalia was effectively the new queen. Having been seated, the rest of the nobles sat down. Light shone through a stained glass in the ceiling, covering Chevalia's dress in a myriad of colors.

Soon the proceedings began. Chevalia was excited and took each duty with vigor at first, but slowly started to get indifferent and bored as she realized the king's advisor and her tutor arranged the hearings so that her expedition would be the last. She was forced to actually go through her duties as crown princess! When it finally reached the topic of her expedition, her face lightened once more and adjusted herself to a more presentable position. The minister in charge, and her trusted ally in navigating the politics of the kingdom, High Minister Pirot, walked forward and gave the customary greetings before diving into the matters she most wanted to hear. "The knights of the Knoxville will be offering a total of 1,000 of their own in our expedition. They will be joined by about 2,000 normal infantry from the Tennessee Valley and the Cumberland Plateau. Additionally, the Nobles of Nashville have dedicated parts of their Noble Armies to the cause, including their own children in the hopes of great achievement. They have an estimated total of 750, almost all of which are elites, all trained as both cavalrymen and knights. Memphis has declined to send any men of their own, much to the dismay of many." "That is quite fine. They are the host of our troops anyway. It would be rude to ask for more." "Thank you for your forgiveness on that matter, I'm sure the citizens of Memphis will be quite relieved to here that. Since it is a large force, many merchants and nobles from across the kingdom have elected to join and sponsor the expedition. Those in Nashville wish to be part of the group headed north, while those from Chattanooga and Memphis wish to part of the Southern Force. There were a few that wanted to join those headed west, but by your request, only a few have been allowed." "Hmmmm, have the Knights of Knoxville split themselves into three along with the infantry. We'll let them have some of our prized steads accompany them on their journey. The Noble Armies will accompany the group headed north. But do make sure at least 100 of them join the group headed south. Do tell me, where are they right now?" "Yes! The Noble Armies have already departed for Memphis. I believe the Knights of Knoxville are on the Tennessee River right now, approaching Memphis as well. The two will should reach Memphis by the break of dawn tomorrow. The combined infantry is still lagging behind but will reach Memphis within a few days." "Good, then I shall depart for Memphis!"

As she stood up, the entire room cheered on the princess. Making her way out, she ordered her poor maid to begin preparations to leave within an hour.

 

[RIPSaidCone]

It wasn't much more than twenty minutes since they'd seen the two men in suits of armor and their equally armored horses. And already the marines in the squad were busy quietly debating on what--or more specifically who they had just saw, it wasn't everyday that one witnessed what looked like medieval knights just hanging around the forest, having a conversation in what sounded like an older and more formal version of English. They'd wasted little time in radioing in their findings to the AMC and hadn't had to wait for very long in order to get their next set of orders. Continue onwards with the route they had originally planned but go around the men they'd found. With the idea being that sooner or later the marines would find some form of settlement and would therefore be able to learn more about what was left of civilization after the Plague had struck, clearly there still were people around and clearly they were still intelligent enough to forge suits of armor and use horses as modes of transportation but apart from that the men and their superiors knew nothing else about the world they had woken up in. And that was something that just wouldn't fly with the senior leadership back at the mountain complex. Though despite all of the confusion and long marches, the marines were grateful to finally be out of that bunker and in the real world, many were eager to see what Earth looked like eight whole centuries in the future as many had never believed they would ever be called up for duty in the Directive in the first place. But here they now were.

Making their way up a large hill formation among the many towering trees of the pacific northwest, the marines had returned to their more casual state of mind after putting some distance between themselves and the strangers they had encountered. Although many of them were curious and somewhat concerned of what the state of civilization now was, they were glad to just be walking again and if guys with swords and horses were the only things they had to worry about then they were sure that they'd be completely fine even if they were to let their guard down. Stepping across a tiny river that flowed between the equally small rocks laying in and around it, the squad continued their march onward. With one of the marines at the front of the line, Corporal Louis Pierce of Long Beach, Washington taking on the role of radioman at least until this operation of sorts was over. Gripping onto her M16A5 tightly, she rustled her shoulders to fix the uncomfortably fallen backpack that she was wearing into the right, more comfortable place. Knowing that the rest of her squadmates wouldn't much appreciate her holding up the line just to fix her pack, she had instead chosen to fix it on the move and with as little effort as possible and had succeeded despite this, as was the marine way a lot of the time. The Sargeant in-front of her stopping all of a sudden, causing her and the rest of the marines behind her to stop almost in-sync. She had been about to ask what her superior had stopped for before she heard it herself.

It was an all too familar sound, though an incredibly soothing and comforting one in this situation. It was the sound of a distant fighter jet's engines, and given the fact that they were in Washington and if the knight looking mofos were anything to go by, the surrounding tech level was far too primitive to come up with jets. It was one of their's, this group conclusion being confirmed as Corporal Pierce's radio buzzed into life, the young short-haired woman holding it closer to her ear to hear it as she was informed that the aircraft carrier USS William F. Halsey had been taken out of it's storage and was now operational. That was quick. The Corporal thought at first though quickly reminded herself that the first personnel out of cryo must have already been working on bringing a bunch of equipment out of storage to be ready for when the majority of personnel were woken up. So now with the Halsey in service it wouldn't be long before the other ships were brought out also, and with the Halsey up and kicking it could only be assumed that the jet up there was an F-18, unless of course those Air Force types had managed to bring out their F-15's first, though Pierce personally doubted it given the fact that one of the two leading members of the Directive was a Navy Admiral. The Sargeant barking at his troops to continue moving, it hadn't taken the squad all that long to reach the top of the hill as the fighter jet of unknown model above them flew past--presumably with the same job as them, to find civilization. The marines were granted a few minutes to cool down and have some nourishment and banter, which they all happily complied with, making a very temporary camp on the hill they sat down on their backpacks and started drinking, eating and conversing about their day.

That had been until they'd seen a figure approach from the bushes.​

 

[Alteras]

Kingdom of the Four Cities
Royal Riverside Villa, Memphis

It was late at night, or really when the skies were darkest before dawn, when Princess Chevalia finally arrived in Memphis. She was very much eager to reach Memphis and pushed her escorts to go faster. By the time they arrived at the villa, every being, man and horse alike, was exhausted. The Princess on the other hand was still vigorous, having been forced to sit in the carriage instead of riding her stead. The maid sighed. The city was asleep, and out in the fields were tents and flags of the multitude of men joining the expedition. More are expected to arrive tonight, but it seems that the main part of the force had arrived. Chevalia walked up the steps of the Villa and was greeted by several maids and a butler, the staff maintaining the place. As she walked further in, she looked into the parlor to see a man dressed in a simple suit and a clean ten-gallon hat. Entering the parlor, she looked at the man, trying to place his name. The man himself stood up and placed his hat against his chest while bowing. "Thank you for receiving me here in my Villa. You didn't have to come here this late in the night, Mr..." "Harland, Elius V Harland. I am the new Master of Graceland, your highness." Chevalia's face changed from this revelation. "I see. I heard that your predecessor Duke Ricrad had retired and took up residence in Jackson." "Indeed, the former master, who owned a considerable amount of land, gave both the title and wealth of his name to me, stating that I am the most well received man in Memphis after the Royal Family." "If that is so, then I must thank you in your hospitality and ask for your forgiveness on not bringing any gifts to you, our dear host." "Not at all, being able to meet you while enjoying the sunrise is more than enough for me." "Sunrise?" At that question, the two turned their eyes out the window and to the east, where black indeed began to give way to purple, red, and orange. "Ah... I see, then let us depart and meet once the sun has awoken the rooster." Chevalia gave a flushed chuckle at the lack of not noticing the time. Chevalia and Harland left the parlor and went to their respective housings.

At the same time, scouts stood on the bridge to the west, connecting the Kingdom of the Four Cities to the frontier. There had originally been two bridges, but the other one had long collapsed ages ago. The bridge they currently stood on had been held together through pure luck. The scouts watched simple boats float up and down the Mississippi. They had orders to prepare the opening paths the lead out of the kingdom, so they were beginning their work. To the north, south, and west, were scouts walking up and down the river. They were technically still in the land of the Four cities, but they still had some work to do, figuring out which paths to take on the banks of this river. They won't actually begin to leave the realm until the soldiers lined up for the parade out of Memphis.

EmperorAzazel (Shall we have the two forces meet up at somewhere a north of Greenville? We have to keep in mind the speed of troops moving when the fastest is a horse.)

 

[Fishman Lord]

After another few weeks' travel, Tiberio's party had made it to Mexicali, gateway to the rest of America. Merchants from as far away as the Merchant Cities of Idaho came here to purchase the drugs of the Kingdom, and Mexicali was very prosperous because of it. It was a walled city, to protect it from the desert raiders of Firebird and the rest of the southern Arid Zone. Ruled by house Aconda of the Mexicali Cartel, the city had been one of the last to bow to House Allende's Kingdom of Baja, and they were still full of pride and independence.

Tiberio had spent the last two days here, interacting with the populace and getting all of the supplies needed to get through the Arid Zone all the way up to the Kaibab. Their advance messenger should have reached the Hualapai by now, and they would be preparing for Tiberio's arrival. They were traveling faster than expected, and if there were no major delays they would be there in less than a month.

RIPSaidCone
General Deth Glitch
Locklaklazarii
Pat
EmperorAzazel
Drakorphobia
Ghost Toast
S Shabazz
Alteras
First time skip soon, 3 month time skip to the beginning of winter, so get anything you want done by then started soon.

 

[Pat]

Vivian Wylmot, King of Columbia, could not disguise the flicker of interest he had in the few words the messenger spoke before accepting the letter and opening it in one fluid motion. A uneasy silence fell over the throne room as he read the contents of the message. Abruptly handing the message to one of his knights, the boy king smiled and offered a soft-spoken reply to the messenger. "An envoy will be dispatched to Seattle with due haste. If you desire," he intoned in perfect staccato, "lodgings can be arranged for you and your escort for the night, along with whatever supplies and men you want to ensure this good news leaves the golden borders of the Kingdom of Columbia."

 

[Shabazz]

"Captain Jennsen! Are we close?" Arn asked Darius Jennson, the captain of the Nyrlandian navy. The two were on one of three small cargo ships travelling down the Saint Laurent gulf, towards the city of Montreal. Arn decided to come visit the great Republic of Canucia himself, along with three dozen of his finest soldiers. He hoped that the stockpile of gold and silver on the ships would help persuade the Canucians into a trade agreement.
"Almost! I can see the Isle up ahead." Darius replied, still peering through his looking glass.

The trade flotilla pulled into the harbor a short while later. Arn hadn't felt dry land under his feet for weeks and, just as he and Darius stepped off their vessel, the Canucians formed a small crowd around the docks to see what the strange visitors were up to.

"Good day, citizens of Montreal! I am Arn Braveheart and I come to you from a land far from here. I come from Nyrland, where the forests grow tall and the cattle roam free." Arn waved his right hand and two soldiers brought a wooden chest before him, opening it to reveal the glimmering treasures inside. The Cunucians gathered around him started to murmur and trade whispers. "We have traveled here to share our bounty with you, in hopes that we can take some supplies home to our people."

 

[Ghost Toast]

The messager nodded. He was glad he wasn't going to be attacked by this boy king, and nodded saying "Thank you, Your Grace, but my men and I have enough supplies to make it back. It was pleasure to meet you,". The messager bowed and left to begin prepping for his return home

 

[Pat]

It seemed to Vivian as he feared; the Cascadians were indeed the uncivilized round-eyed barbarians he had heard of through the coded messages of his spies. He had filed away in the moment the numerous breaches of court conduct the savage perpetrated as the mocking of his authority, yet realized in the tense seconds to follow that it was the custom of the Protestant kingdom for the lowly to meet the gaze of royalty and to treat their betters in polite deference as equals in all things. No matter, he decided after much deliberation. A Protestant can be tolerated, a Mormon on the other hand... Could not.

Vivian soon returned to the discussion of matters of state after making arrangements for the upcoming journey to the seat of the Kingdom of Cascadia, the port city of Seattle. Thousands of gold sovereigns are to be spent in the next few months expanding and improving the roads in his lands to better facilitate the movement of goods and people and to ensure the continued growth of the economy in vital sectors such as agriculture, mining, and scavenging operations. Though a sizable expense for the treasury to cover, demands for increased taxes would not be heard in his presence. The purpose of the project was to promote commerce and trade, not to jeopardize the wealth of his subjects and that of Columbia's.

 

[Drakorphobia]

Algonquia's Preperations for the Winter​

The cool autumn air was prevelant in the northern territories of Algonquia. The trees were changing from their uniform green to a brilliant display of oranges, reds, and yellows. Despite the ongoing harvest season, however, Algonquia's rocky soil and relatively small size made actual gains somewhat small, especially in comparison to the kingdoms in the Great Plains. However, that concern was slightly offset by the land's greatest natural bounty- the ocean. Fish was all too common a food in Algonquia, especially within the larger settlements such as New Salem, New Acoaxet, and the fortress city of Yale. The citizenry, however, was still able to enjoy hardier crops like wheat, apples, and especially the pumpkins that grew in their melon fields. Save for the small build up of weaponry in the Algonquian barracks, most notably within Shelton, the kingdom was quiet in the face of the impeding winter. There was the matter of some strangers arriving in New Salem, but such trivial matters didn't seem to bother Queen Catori, in all her divine grace.

She had bigger things to worry about, such as securing the Long Island off the coast of the Connectican province. The sound of water between the two landmasses was teeming with wildlife. Crabs, jellies, and most importantly, the previously mentioned fish. Were some backwards tribe or a rival kingdom to obtain control of the island, Algonquia would be forced to share one of its major resources in a vast stretch of water. This simply could not be allowed to happen. the lifeline of sea food that the Long Island Sound provided must stay completely within Algonquian hands, at all costs.

"So how is it looking, then?" Asked Catori within the confines of her palace in Grand Mohegan, most specifically the small planning room that she used to discuss strategy with her generals. Without any wars for the past few years, however, the room was used mostly for more generalized purposes of state, and the priests of New Salem had found their way among the otherwise secular military officials. "Will we have enough food for the winter?"

"Yes my queen." Responded one such intruding clergyman, an older man by the name of Sampson. The lines of his aged face, and his snow white hair was hidden beneath shadows of his black hood. A customary garb for the priests of Salem's Truth, but also something that was rather useful for keeping one's ears warm in the chilly weather. "Despite increases of population, we've managed enough harvest to keep us satisfied during the winter. I may add, though, that our surplus is much less than last years. May I suggest-"

"I know what you want to suggest, Sampson." Catori snapped. Her patience for these god fearing men preaching to her in her own court was growing dreadfully thin. "But that will not be possible right now. Winter is fast approaching, and an expedition to the island is doomed to end in starvation and failure. I can not risk such a gamble right now."

"Then I suppose that you've made adequate preparations for the spring? Your majesty?" Both Sampson and Catori shifted their gazes to the third man in the room. Burly and tall, though evidently balding, Ahanu was Catori's most trusted advisor, and in charge of Algonquia's logistics.

"Indeed. We have enough ore stored up for full production of weaponry and supplies during the winter months. Once spring arrives, I am sure that our men will be prepared to deal with anything thrown at them."

"Excellent." Said Catori, moving her eyes between her company. "In which case, I will ask that we secure the borders and hunker down for the snows. I expect that any firewood we might use up can be easily replenished. Our forests are thick and many, after all. You're both dismissed."

 

[Alteras]

Kingdom of the Four Cities
Memphis

It was morning. In the streets was a military parade. Over 3000 troops were lined up and ready to march in three different directions. Princess Chevalia stood on the steps of the Graceland Mansion, Memphis's ceremonial stand. After declaring several inspiring words, every soldier and citizen cried "Long Live the King, Long Live the Cities!" Chevalia watched as her army split into three and marched their way North, South, and West. Scouts have already been traversing the area and had figured out a path. Chevalia joined the troops headed west, as they crossed the bridge into the Frontier.

3 months from now, at end of Time Skip
Northern Forces

They were now in Louisville. Winter was approaching, so they decided to stop and make their way back towards the kingdom. Thankfully they could follow the ancient highway, I-65, down to Nashville. In all likelihood, everything from Louisville to the northern border would become part of the kingdom, that is if those living in Louisville consent. For now, they live on the hospitality of this community.

A small contingent continued their way north, numbering 100. They reached the border of a place called the Rust Belt. ( General Deth Glitch )

Southern Forces

They have reached a stalemate at the small town of Greenville, where they encountered other unknown troops. "We mean no harm! We are just explorers!" For now, the mission south will have to wait. Word had already been sent to Princess Chevalia. "We hail from the Kingdom of the Four Cities!"
EmperorAzazel

Western Forces

Princess Chevalia was quite happy, seeing all these new places. They had reached a place called Las Vegas, having crossed plains and desert. They passed through Mormon Kingdoms, each and every one of which Chevalia had to reject an offer of marriage. Nonetheless, they left some troops in every town they came across, creating an efficient communication system. Now they only numbered 300 compared to the 1000 they started off with, with 700 being stationed across their path. Chevalia received the letter and replied with one that basically said to make friends with those in the south. Chevalia looked back towards the west.

She was wearing light clothes, being in the desert, letting her fair figure be adored by her men. She wore a large hat, covering the sun from her face. On the ancient maps of this continent, there was an ocean beyond the high mountain range. Its gonna take all winter to find a safe place to cross the Rockies, so they make their stop in Las Vegas and resume the expedition in Spring. Turning her horse around to face the troops, she declared her intentions and started heading back East to the kingdom. At the current pace, she'll be able to reach Memphis before snowfall. Many merchants and several soldiers followed her back, leaving only 200 men left in Las Vegas. For now, her troops are under the hospitality of the Mormon Kings and other small communities. Hopefully their Hospitality is just as great as our own Southern Hospitality.

 

[Ghost Toast]

As the messanger rode away from the city of Columbia, in Seattle, Edward walked the streets of Seattle. Winter was coming, and his people were prepared. They always were, seeing as they were the "Light of the West". He knew that they held the torch of progress and if they failed, the light of progress would die. The Columbians were Catholic fanatics, but he would work with them as he saw the coming tide of the Mormons. Once the Yamaka were dealt with, he would turn his attention to the Mormons. He didn't want there land, no, but he wanted them out of the picture, maybe installing puppet Kings and have them pay tribute to him? Maybe he would style himself Emperor? But that was a long ways away, and so he waited, as the first snowflake fell

 

[Fishman Lord]

Early November
Tiberio looked out over the truly magnificent Grand Canyon. The Hualapai king was beside him, also on horseback. "I am sad to see you go, Tiberio. I believe I can call you my friend, and you will be a worthy husband for my daughter. Still, it will be a sorrow to bid you both farewell." Tiberio replied, not breaking his stare from the canyon. "I hope to return here one day, father-in-law. Perhaps I will soon, so we may work together to unite the western Arid Zone." The great Indian laughed a bellowing laugh. "You are very ambitious, Tiberio, always speaking of politics and conquest. It is both a blessing and a curse, though I hope you will grant me with only the blessed side." Tiberio stayed silent. The Indian King's laughter faded away. "Come, let us return to see you off. You have a journey ahead of you."

Mid-December
Augusto welcomed back his brother's party. "You were faster than I expected, brother! 4 months was what you thought the one-way journey would take, but here you are, back already! And I see your wife is as lovely as she was made out to be. Welcome to the Greatest and Most Priceless City of La Paz, m'lady." The small but pretty indian girl timidly raised a hand in greeting. Tiberio spoke to Augusto. "She speaks very little Baxico. She only knows Hualapai, I will have to get tutors for her. Still, she is pretty, fertile, and secures a good ally, so I do not complain. Any news not urgent enough to send a messenger for?" Augusto shook his head. "It has been quiet around here. The lords are content, the trade is prosperous, the people are happy. It is a good time here."

The party marched inwards towards the castle. Hala was timid the whole time, clearly not used to a city this large. Tiberio joked with Augusto. "If this is awkward, imagine when I have to try and introduce her to my other wife." The two shared a laugh as they nibbled on chicken purchased from a vendor. Ah, street food, a tradition from before the Plague, before even the Age of Gods. A timeless art of meat, grease, and sauces from around the world. Truly nothing better. When the group reached the castle, the gate was opened for the party and pikemen saluted the King. He idly rode in and dismounted, then helped his new wife do the same. They entered the castle doors, Tiberio home once more, Hala in a strange new land.
RIPSaidCone
General Deth Glitch
Locklaklazarii
Pat
EmperorAzazel
Drakorphobia
Ghost Toast
S Shabazz
Alteras
The time skip is now in place. Put all the stuff you do from September-December in your next post, it's now winter.

 

[EmperorAzazel]

up the Mississippi outpost Caine

Sir Gregor stood there puzzled he had not the men to fight but it seemed these people where harmless enough, didn't mean he let down hia guard as he spoke back to the outsiders. "All lands south of this point belong to the Baton, and it's Emperor. If you come in peace disarm and we shall break bread and take you to our capital to celebrate new friendships. If you stand a foe do not insult us with lies however" he said trying to show he would be friendly so long as they remained friendly. The workers that had come up to what they now call Cain where as one would imagine skeptical yet Sir Gregor spoke with the voice of the Emperor as the highest ranking knight here.


Further South..
It was a mad grab for land, people leaving in droves to try and gain fortune some where however stopped by the knightly King guard to keep enough hands to finish preperation of food for the winter. Being in the south some winters where better than others some hardly even noticeable. They where in a good cushy region of the south and as such they didn't need to worry to much about freezing to death at the very least in most occasions.

All through the three long months people would toil and strive the state of lousiana would be the first to fully fall under the banner of the baton, some reports where coming in of some groups having reached the waters and of tales of fish but these at the moment where unconfirmed. The Emperor never the less was exact at the progress

Alteras