Our Holy Realm (RP Thread(still open)

[Comrade Wubzin]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The world of Alea, the supercontinent of Akaton. 14th of Winter's Edge, year 36,000.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]In a distant memory, Alea was at peace. In a distant dream, Alea was prosperous.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]In a distant world, Alea was in a Golden Age.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]In the present, Alea is at war with itself.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]In the nightmare that is reality, Alea’s north is tainted.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]On this world, Alea is in a Dark Age of war and destruction.[/SIZE]


 


 


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]Long ago, this war torn hellscape was once in a golden age of peace and prosperity. But the seeds of the end times were planted during this age.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]Humans delved deep into their ambitions and their curiosities, their adventurous spirit had taken their bodies down a road of wondrous discoveries. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Letting these emotions control them[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]The elves swore an oath of protection, building their bodies and minds for potential wars. Alongside a religious oath, the elves had discovered their gods, and had become strictly religious and faithful. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Strictly religious[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]Orcs built their bodies to tame their harsh homelands. Thick, life-filled jungles and volcanoes took up most of their lands, causing many hardships that would build each generation stronger than the last until five races of orcs were formed to handle the environment. Sadly, t[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]he orcs couldn’t find any other use for their strength, than war[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]The dark elves pursued answers, picking up the questions that humans tried to find answers for, but couldn’t in the end. The dark elves also sought pleasures, finding different and unique ways to please themselves to end their boredom between discoveries. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Letting their pleasures control them[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]The dwarves secluded themselves in the great mountains of Alea. Living in blissful ignorance of the world’s problems. They focused more on their inventions, building quite magnificent machines and weapons. But the dwarves of the surface, living in the kingdoms surrounding the gates to the underground dwarven kingdoms, focused more on spells and their cavalry. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Divided between subterranean and surface[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]And lastly, the insectans secluded themselves underground, like the dwarves. Ignoring the world above and focusing on arcane might. Insectans are known for pushing the boundaries of law, and this causes their law-enforcement to be quite brutal, and this causes their crime organizations to be even worse. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Always trying to fight the law[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]These seeds grew into a tree of agony. A tree of destruction that would make this golden age come crashing down into an age of darkness and suffering.[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]The elves became warring zealots, destroying anything they would accuse of heresy.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]The insectans would lose the land above to a gigantic flood, causing most of their underground cities to drown in a new ocean. Along with this, the insectan mafia’s would grow stronger, and would corrupt the government into being their lapdogs.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]The orcs would lose hope of a future without war, and would give in to their barbaric spirit.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]Dwarves of the underground wouldn’t give those of the surface certain rights and equalities in their underground kingdoms, and those of the surface would block off most trade between the other surface nations and those of the underground.[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]But these wouldn’t compare to what happened to the humans and dark elves.[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]A curse was placed on these races.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]Humans who gave into their dark emotions would transform. Their skin and eyes would redden and become rougher, their blood would boil and turn lava-red and they would grow horns, short claws, tails and sometimes wings. These creatures of violence and destruction, would be called [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]demons[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]The dark elves would increasingly become more and more erotic. Eventually, this buildup of lust and ecstasy would erupt into a new species. Like the humans, the dark elves who gave into these emotions would transform. Their skin paling, their teeth sharpening and their eyes changing to shades of crimson. These creatures who would have this immense drive for pleasure, blood and enslavement, would be called [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]vampires[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]Millions of empires fell to these monsters. The [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]entire[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] northern hemisphere of the supercontinent, belonged to the demons, vampires, and the ever-dwindling survivors of the old world. All the people could do, was hope.[/SIZE]


 


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]But that was just it. There was hope.[/SIZE]


 

[SIZE=14.6667px]With evil came good. Humans who remained hopeful, adventurous, protective and caring transformed. Their eyes would be flooded with a heavenly light as they grew great wings of soft, gentle, white feathers. They had reached the next step in human evolution, they had become [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]angels[/SIZE]


Has your empire survived the destruction of the north? Or have you survived, and created a new empire?


These questions don't matter, but this one does; How long until your empire falls


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[Comrade Wubzin]

Turn 1. Begin


Demons


The roars of demons can be heard at night, coming from the far north. The southern realms shake under the rumble of the horrific sound. Many weren't born during the time of the great fall, but like the few that were, they are unprepared and horrified for what hellish deeds occur in the far north. Nightmares of being kidnapped and raped or killed by demons haunt the dreams of all.


Vampires


Another threat resides in the north. Resting in their cozy, fancy cities of blood, darkness and perverse lust. A more elegant and seductive race of pure evil lives beside the demons. Vampires, luring in unmarried persons through unbearable seduction only to turn them into "toys" and outlets for blood.


Winds of Magic


Throughout the far south, the winds of magic fly strongly. Mages within the magical storm feel a surge of magical power and knowledge. The magic bearers ranging from the highest wizards to the youngest of ameture mages of the land feel the winds flow through them like warm or cool blankets containing knowledge and messages. The message these winds carry; "A threat of the north comes." the knowledge they carry; "How to beat them." The magic bearers feel this urge to warn their rulers, both out of common sense and the slight feeling of being controlled.

 

[Blitzer]

Kaladin Stormblessed floated in the air watching his soldier training in the field. The fortress of Storm Guardian stretched around him, and he could feel a surge in magical power right now. His own massive and not fully tapped power had swelled making it more difficult to control his own exploding power. He drew lightning from a cloud and wrapped it around his hand and saw it sparkle. Yes, he was now established even though he was so young. Grand Master Foran was nearly 900 years old now, and yet he Kaladin was the ruler and a very successful one at that. Currently his armies were marshaling to deal with the incoming threats of the nations around them who wished to continue raiding them for slaves. Despite his military victory recently, the vultures were cawing once again. However, as a slight, he was only raising three-quarters of his army and sending them to meet the armies. He was assured of their victory however. His army was top class. 


Now his eyes had turned to the North however. He felt that the vampires were coming. The Northern nations were hard pressed and collapsing. If they fell, demons and vampires would swarm the land destroy everything that they touched without hesitation. 

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

"Salutem, Deus Dominus, a threat's utterance has sounded from the northernmost border. We await your command."


The man clad in bronze armor and a massive red cloak sat with his sword pinned into the ground, his helmets visor lowered over his face, which continues its gaze into the hilt of his sword in prayer. He exhales and reaches his feet, observing the Baron in front of him. His armors marking his origin was that of the southernmost valley of Corvana, the land Dominus rightfully deems his and that of his corvanians. 


"And of what origin is this?"


his voice booms above that of his Baron, causing the ill-informed, rather young lad to jump backward in surprise of the towering man's bellow.


"I-its origin was near the location of Faith, a small yet fortified town along the river separating our lands from that of the Infidels. A local witch predicts the aggressor to be the demons across the rivers bank."


Dominus sighs again and after a brief moment of premeditation, he looks up from his thoughts and meets eyes with the man who's a good foot shorter than the massive 6'10 man. 


"Stack your legions upon the river banks, inform them of the infidels preparations. Consult the enchantress of your mentioning, for we'll need the strength of god's will to defeat such heretics."


"a-aye, sir"


and with that, the smaller Baron scurries off through the door and mounts an armored horse, galloping toward the horizons of the warmer north.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

A storm of magic winds flow through the already decimated ruins of the old Terrarin empire. The brave warriors of Fort Frau and Fort Berlonne enact the well practiced safety protocols for such an event. However, this means that they are needed to be inside the basements of their fortresses. Leaving the outside unguarded, but because of the storms horrific power, they speculate that only a fool would march their armies past their fortresses and into the even more dangerous terrain of the ruins.

However, on the other side of the mountains, the well-kept cities of the Vierin Provinces remain untouched by the horrific storm. But certain individuals are surging with information because of such a storm. Countless wizards of varying might flock to their provinces Elector Count to warn them of a danger from the north.

"My lord!" A knight, hailing from the Knights of the White Oak chapter, calls as he rushes to the Monarch Elect, Karl Franzgon. "My lord, the wizardry college requests you heed a warning!" The young knight says between breaths as Karl's eyes widen. "Warning? Are the threatening the empire?!" Karl asks. "The storm of magic has shown them images of the norscan raids reoccurring once more! They request that you take action immediately!" The knight speaks frantically as Karl tries to shut fear out of his mind. "Very well then... Once the storm passes, I wish for the fortresses to be reinforced for heavy defenses. But, however, this time we won't be on the defensive." Karl says sternly as the knight nods, bows, and rushes out of the hall.

All the while, several envoys are sent to throughout the world, bringing the representation of the Vierin Provinces alongside promises of treaties.

 

[Keidivh]

The oldest legends state that when Deverol first forged the world of Alea, his first act was to create the greatest mountain this world would ever see. It's peaks reached to the heavens itself, and its roots touched the very heart of this world. In it were placed more jewels than the rest of the Iron Spine combined. Alongside this were many precious metals. Copper, iron, silver, gold, and coal amongst many others. But perhaps most precious of all was holy Gromril.  Said to be the lifeblood of Deverol himself, he slit open his hand and poured it throughout the Iron Spine in abundance, so that his children would always be connected to him. He would be their armor, their axe.

 
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And it was in this peak, the most sacred site to Deverol, where the Ancients first led there people, that the Deldren founded their capital. Since time immemorial it has stood, never before breached. Ever it grew, the hold encompassing a huge mass that was Everpeak. At the center of it all was the Heart of the Mountain. A sacred chamber that held within it the Seat of Deverol, fashioned by the Iron Father himself for his children. From this place the Iron King could look over nearly the entirety of the massive hold. It was what Thuradin did quite often, watching his people live their lives. He could hear the hammering of countless anvils coming from the Smithing and Armorers guilds, the massive hissing and bright glow of the forges. From the merchants quarters one would hear an endless racket of quarreling of Deldren merchants and crafts Guildmen arguing over prices. Rivals would argue furiously over the quality of their goods, and occasionally one would hear the smash of an axe when neither would back down. Deldren bargaining at its finest. 


Amidst the clamor of all this activity, Thuradin could find peace. It was here he came to think, of future wars, of grudges that needed settling. Thinking of ways to ensure the survival of his people. The Great Enemy had been quiet as of late. The raids that the Underway had suffered incessantly seemed to cease. Even Karak Mortnek had reported that the assaults against their gates had stopped. Other races would likely celebrate such an event. But not the Deldren, and certainly not their Iron King. They knew what kind of quiet this was. It was one that came just before the storm. And it seemed this metaphor took on a literal aspect as the Winds of Magic picked up in a way not seen since Thuradin himself was young. He knew what this meant.


Behind him approached a Deldren even holder than himself. Runelord Garud the Shaper, greatest of the Runelords, and personal adviser to the Iron King on all matters of magical nature. In his hands were the two hammers said to have been wielded by the father of Runesmiths, Valias the Ancient, inscribed with runes of powerful creation and untold destruction, runes that took a lifetime for a Deldren to create.

"Iron King." His voice was gruff and weathered, seeming to contain the rumble of an earthquake with it. Many shrank away before the presence of such a man. Thuradin simply gave a nod of greeting, giving the Runelord to join him on the dais which looked over Karaz-a-Karak. "The Winds of Magic blow stronger now then they have in centuries. I do no feel I must advise you of what this means."

Looking down at the Great Book of Grudges that rest on the dais, Thuradin ran his leathery hand across the pages, feeling the blood of himself and his ancestors on the pages, detailing all the wrongs his people had suffered throughout their endless history. Many were stricken, avenged by the Deldren and no longer needing a grudge. And many more still called out to be avenged, for the grudge to be settles. Greatest of all of these, was the grudge against the Great Enemy.

"Aye, I know what this means old friend. The thanes are already assembling in the Hall of Grimnir, their Dhrongs ready to march to war, the masons guilds have continued fortifying the gates to our Deldroks and the Underway itself."


"Good, then we shall hold back this tide."


"Hold back?" The Iron King gave a dark chuckle at Garud's words. No. They would not hold any longer. For to long that is all his people were able to do. Hold. He wouldn't stand for it any longer. No, the Deldren were going to take the fight to the Great Enemy. "I tire of holding Shaper, I tire of seeing our lands shrink so slowly but assuredly. From this day forth, we shall take the fight to them. We shall storm for our holds and smash their lines. We shall drive them back from the Underway, drive them from the Deldroks they stole from us and reforge our realm with iron and blood." As he continued to speak his voice boomed like a striking anvil, echoing throughout the great halls of the Everpeak with every word.


Garud nearly smiled at the words, but one his age had to much rage and bitterness in his heart to be capable of such a thing. "By your will and ours my king, it shall be done. Word shall be sent to Karak Ranthius, our forges will amass enough runes of war for this crusade. Ever Enduring."


"Ever Enduring." He responded back as he left the dais, approaching one of his royal messengers. "Send out our Gyrocopters to the lands of the south. Let them know of the coming destruction, and that Deldren will hold them once more. And if they have the stones, they can join us. If not, then stay out of our way."


With that done a squadron of Gyrocopters lefts, each heading to meet with a different nation, while the Dhrongs marched to the fronts, preparing for the tide of demons to come. Thuradin meanwhile made his way to a place his Realm had dealt with little in the past few centuries. The Sekdroks.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

Announcement: Seeing the lack of responses and numerous nations, I'm going to give people 2 days to respond to a post. However, this excludes this next turn, which will start today.

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

Poltical:


A courier scurries across the lands of several of Corvana's neighbors each heading for the capital city, crying out their message along the ways to inform the public as to what is to come. The envoy, a baron adorned in bronze armor and carrying a white flag of peace, gives a similar, if not identical message. 


"Dominus, the voice of the western valleys, calls for your assistance in the purging of the infidelic civilization of the north. The formerly peaceful men and women of the north have been transmuted into horrific beasts of titanic proportions. Such unholy desicration of humankind is an insult to our very way of life, and we request your assistance in the destruction of such abominations. To achieve such a Feat and to reclaim our lands from those who seek to infect us with such heresy will undoubtedly require a union of the Southern Hemisphere. Dominus requests you meet with him in Darragh to discuss the matter further."


and with that, the courier bows and remounts his horse, departing for Darragh. Upon their arrival, they have collectively contacted the Blackroost, The elves, a collective of Insectoids, and a jolly clan of elves.


Military:


The defensive blockade only intensifies as time goes on. A chest high stone wall has been constructed by combat engineers, allowing the region's riflemen to simply stack up along the wall and unload high-caliber, armor-piercing rounds indiscriminately into the horde of demons and heretics, keeping them at bay from crossing the rivers. The shieldmen, spearmen, barons, and crusaders have constructed Field camps and are beginning to install Cannons, readying for the assault they are now calling "the Great Purge."


Science:


The great forges of the southwest have been contacted by Dominus's emissary, the following order has been placed


•magnified rifle scopes (3 turn wait time?)


•steam tanks (10 turns?)


•portable howitzer (6 turns?)


@Buckteeth


@Keidivh


@Demonsoul


@Wickedkent

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

(research will be a dice-roll by me, sorry)


(you will find out by next turn)

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

(Lol okay)


(what are my odds tho)


@Comrade Wubzin

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

(everyone gets a d6 to determine their turns and if they get it or no, lol. A 1 is a no and a 6 is a automatic and everything else in between is the amount of turns)

 

[Tiny Cosmic]

fair enough ~(•_ •)~


doesnt combat work like that as well?


@Comrade Wubzin

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

(yep, lol)

 

[Demonsoul]

The massive walls of Black Roost stood tall over the vast tundra. The walls shined magnificently in the morning sun. One would expect the walls to be a mess from all the demonic invasions but since the walls were cold iron all of the demonic bits slowly burnt away against it. About 500 soldiers wandered across the walls making sure no signs of demons approached. Within the three layers of walls was a much more sociable and regular seeming life of soldiers raising kids and practicing combat.


In a lone room atop the central spire four warriors sat around a square table, one on each side. The first of these figures was a human woman titled by her subordinates The Grave Bringer. Her name was Karina Velanfold who lead the artillery corps. She was adept at long ranged sniping magic and wielded a 6ft pole, 6in from the top it split forming a cross with each jutting bar going 6in off the the main pole. This weapon was called Divine Wrath. It was pure cold iron and enchanted with powerful anti-demon magic, it also generates an aura of sanctification weakening demons and slowly healing allies within 12ft. She had frosty white hair and always wore a black suit of full plate, though it lacked a helmet. Needless to say it was also cold iron. She was middle aged, looking to be in her thirties to forties.


The second figure was another human woman though much younger. She had black hair and magenta eyes. She was titled Star Breaker, named this for how she fights. Her name was Sylvaria Orvelia and she lead the archery divisions. She wielded a black bow that formed a narrow X and so it had two strings to place more force into the arrows. This bow was magic and turned any arrow fired in a sliver light that streaks across the air like a falling star. These arrows of light cause heavy burning that fire resistance doesn't work against, since its not fire. One of these magic arrows is capable of easily disintegrating all but the largest most armored demons. She wore a light half plate of cold iron, enough to protect her without restricting movement.


The next figure was a man who had white hair and a crimson cape. He wore a decorative black half plate that was completed with a black circlet. He was known as The King of Slaughter, a title he earned from his ferocity. His name was Gabriel Twelzen. He was always calm with his expression, be it on the battle field or in the war room. He wielded two non-magical long swords, one in each hand. These swords were made of silver, a material more effective on the undead than demons. The fact he wielded no magic, or magical items showed just how skilled he was in melee combat. His reflexes are said to be so good that he could dodge a silent arrow fired from an unknown assailant from 10ft away. This man lead the melee forces and was the supreme commander. Though that ranking hardly mattered as the army was controlled by the four generals equally.


The final figure was the only non-human, an elf with silver hair done up in a ponytail. Her bangs covered her eyes and she wore a simple yet fitting half plate. Her real name was Evelian Relost, but she was known as Silence, after all she never said anything on the battlefield.  Many would see this as a poor commander, not relaying orders but in truth she entered this ranking because she was easy to work around in combat and she was well trusted. She lead the magic corps though she herself had no magic powers. She understood magic combat fully and directed the mages using her motions on the front line to designate targets and show who needs healing and such. She wielded a serrated broadsword in one hand and a rapier in the other. The rapier was enchanted to completely ignore defenses and could easily pierce even magic armor. The broadsword granted her magic resistance and healing over time. With these enchantments she could dive deep into enemy line and stand in the blast of magic from her allies on the areas she deemed targets.


These four generals sat around the table discussing the next force of demons. At the moment it was a theoretical debate since the scouts hadn't returned yet. On the table was a map containing the fortress and the surrounding areas for 20 miles around. "Since they almost damaged the walls when they used five siege beast surely they'll send more." The one who spoke was Evelian.


"The demons surely don't understand combat enough to follow through with a plan that almost worked." Spoke Sylvaria the archer.


"Don't underestimate them too much." Replied Gabriel


"Well the scouts should return any minute now." Stated Karina. The four sat their in silence for about a minute. Then, the door burst open. A panting guard paused catching his breath. "Well speak."


The Guard saluted then began his report. "The scouts have returned revealing the content of the enemy forces that should arrive in two days. There are over 10000 lesser demons, roughly 2000 flyers, 16 demon generals, and 9 siege beast."


"See I told you they would increase the siege beast count." Evelian scoffed despite being outnumbered four times over.


"At least the demons will arrive in time for testing that." Karina alluded to the in development ballista. It was more then 10 times the size of regular ballistas and fired a shell that broke open in flight firing about 20 massive lances of silver light. Each of these lances could disintegrate hundreds of demons, though were quite expensive to make, and took a while to load. The weapon would be ready for use by the next day which is a day before the demons arrived. Live combat would be perfect testing for its destructive prowess. The name of this weapon was Star Fall.


"Guess i'll have to watch my back so I don't get hit in the blast." Joked Gabriel.


Two bell strikes rang across the fortress signifying the time limit until the demons arrive. Across all of Black Roost soldiers got ready for combat arming themselves and hearing good lucks from their children. In less than 30 minutes the walls became packed with forces. The first and lowest wall had the melee divisions. The second wall held the archers higher than the melee fighters. The third wall had a collection of siege equipment and mages who could see far distances from how high they were. Atop the central spire was Star Fall armed and ready to rain down destruction to the demons.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

Vierin Provinces


Fort Reinforcements


The storm subsides, for the moment, and the guardsmen and women of the two legendary fortresses reemerge. Each had a courier griffon sent to their towers containing a missive of the current events. Their mead halls are filled with new recruits, armaments, and the sounds of cheering.


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"Finally, after the unification wars, Karl has chosen to do something worthwhile! Now the glory days are back!" The soldiers of both fort Berlonne and Frau cheer.


Recruitment and engineering


"The northmen call for war! But we will bring it to them! Enlist today and avenge the lives lost in the first norscan raids! Join us in a Crusade that matches those of Magnus the wises!" Recruitment captains spout within the lovely cities of the provinces, thousands answer the call, but none compare to the military strength of Reichenburg. Hundreds of thousands of Reichenburgians enlist for their own reasons, and make the iconic middle-western province proud.


Along with this titanic buzz for enlistment, the engineers of Blauenburg sit in their engineering colleges and tinker away at new gadgets for the provinces.

Gadgets being researched: Steam tanks, Repeater rifles, Hellblaster Volleyguns


Envoys to all nation(s leaders)


Strange men and women wearing flamboyant clothes proudly march towards the kings, queens, and other kinds of leaders within the southern realm. Each kneel before said leaders and speak; "My (lord or lady), I am an envoy of a eastern land hidden behind mountains behind ruins of their old empire. A land of thinkers, poets, and slight acceptance. I bring to you offerings of peace and trade, what say you mighty (lord or lady)?" The stranger(s), wearing a strange (floppy beret or helmet)with two large feathers, asks.


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[General Deth Glitch]

Prophetes
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The Prophitae rushed to the Tower of Bridge as the magic storm broke around them. The Fort, guarding the great valley, was nearly abandoned as the soldiers reduced to their minimum watch and the rest fled to the city to hide in the depths of the tower, below its heights where the Prophetes were attempting to learn all they could in the Maelstrom. They learned that their decent from ever-life was indeed to prevent a great threat and that they need make every effort to oppose it. They met together and it was soon decided against the flashes of light and the heavy mist in the air that they would attempt to inform the nations of the south of the situation and marshal their support. The magical essence of the tower being akin to a conductive rod, focusing the power throughout the tower, shaking the tower to a thundering fever. As the storm raged on supplies were sent from the tower by the Prophetes to the to cowering civilians below and every effort made to ensure their comfort. It was time, time all nations learn of the Prophetes and the haven they offer.
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Once the chaotic thundering died down they began sending envoys, a Prophitae flanked by two soldiers were sent to every leader in the south. Heralding their news and offering any aid against this new threat they can offer. Each would remain and attempt to report back any information they attained. It was as one such was being sent through the 'front gate' of the valley that they met a herald of another nation who was quickly ushered in to meet with the Arch Prophitae who greeted them warmly before hearing the message. He responded and said "We accept your offer but fear we have little to trade but knowledge, and nothing to offer but our protection. As you now kneel before me a member of my kin travels now to meet with your master and exchange similar greetings. But please, stand. You need not kneel before me, or any other who resides in the Blue Valley." 
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In light of the new threat patrols around the mountain passes were increased and the reserve guard at the Mountain Pass Gate were increased three fold. Each Prophitae would have their own message but all would tell of the Blue Valley and the haven offered by the Prophetes as well as their ability with magic and their aim, the defence of mortals.
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(Just get a short post to say I am still here, again sorry for not noticing)
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[Blitzer]

OOC: Should I post again or wait for the next turn? 

 

[Keidivh]

Marik's Peak Front
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For centuries the Underway leading to Marik's Peak had been nothing but an endless battleground where the demonic legions had sent near incessant raids to prod at the defenses of the Deldren, searching for a weakness, a way to penetrate their defenses. And for centuries they had failed.
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And it was here, in these ancient tunnels that the great Thane Belegar Ironhammer led his Dhrong to. Descendant of the last king of Marik's Peak, he had long dreamt of this day. The day when he would lead his people back to their ancestral home, slaughter the demons that desecrated the vaunted hold and avenge the grudge laid against them with blood and iron. He was a masterful warrior, some begrudgingly admitting that he was second only to the Iron King himself. Clad from the neck down in runic black gromril armor, he wore no helm to show the many tattoos etched upon his face, each a mark of shame that his clan carried for failing to protect their people. And in his hand he carried the mythic axe Braut'nyr,  also known as the Black Cleaver. Inlaid with runes of destruction and lightning, it was a true wonder to behold, able to fell even the greatest of demonic foes. Having spent his entire life warring against the demonic legions, he was a skilled tactician and revered by his men. Leading them from the front, Braut'nyr in one hand, and his oathstone in the other. When he finally came into view of the ruined gates of Marik's Peak, he dropped the oathstone upon the ground, a resounding *THUD* ringing out through the unnaturally silent caverns. Stepping upon the stone, he turned to his Iron Legion. "Deldren! Sons of Iron and Stone, gather to me. Today marks our realms first steps towards reclaiming greatness. By the will of our Iron King and our own, we will break the back of the demonic legions, scatter them before us like wind breaking against a mountain and reclaim our homes. The Age of Reckoning has begun!" A resounding cheer arose from his men, clashing their weapons together in a great chorus of iron, steel and gromril. Without even needing orders the engineers and masons that accompanied the legion began their work, using the rubbles and ruins around them to begin assembling fortifications for their troops, raised positions for their Thunderers and Iron Crossbows and heavily fortified positions for their cannons and artillery. Organ Guns, Iron Bombards and the ancient Grudge Throwers were all assembled, ready to distribute destruction as only Deldren artillery could. The Deldren Shields took their place in the front lines, ready to assume their impenetrable steel wall formation in a moments notice while the Breakers and Longbeards assembled towards the rear. In reserve were around one hundred Grudge Bearers, and ten of the vaunted Iron Wardens. And assembled around the Thane himself were his Hammerers, each handpicked for being the most ferocious, most unforgiving and most skilled in combat. Digging in, they prepared to break the tide.
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Everpeak, Heart of the Mountain (Throne Room)
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Before the Iron King was able to depart to speak with the Sekdroks he was surprised to find that already to emissaries from the more southern realms had arrived at Everpeak to speak with the Thuradin Grudgeheart himself. Sitting upon the Throne of Deverol, he listened to the three, one wearing a ridiculous outfit, with a strange hat of feathers resting upon his head. The other at least seemed to be a warrior, clad in well made armor, by manling standards at least. And there there was an elderly looking fellow who referred to himself as a prophet. His gaze never left them and he sat unmoving as the stone, waiting for them to be finished. When they had both said their peace he stood from his seat, a grim expression set on his face. First he turned to address the religious zealot.
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"Do you truly not believe we are not aware of this threat manling? The Everlasting Realm has been at the forefront of this war for centuries. We have fought these demonic legions before your great grandfather knew how to even wield a sword. If the southern realms have decided to open up their eyes and fight by our side so be it, but I will not leave my people when the storm is about to break upon our gates. My son shall attend this meeting, and see if there is any merit to your claims. I sincerely hope there is, I do not like my time wasted."
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With that said, his attention turned to the feathered man, "A land of thinkers and poets you say? I do hope there's more to you than that. Your prose will not be of much use when a Demon Siege Engine is knocking at our gates. As for your offer of peace, we accept. We have not warred with your nation before, and have given no reason for us to seek one. As for trade we have many precious gems and stones, as well as great reserves of iron, copper, coal and steel. If your people have anything to offer in return."
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"And as for you, 'prophet'. My people have no interest in this so called haven of yours. You can feel free to fight alongside us, but we do not need your protection, nor do we want it. The Iron Folk have stood against the Great Enemy for centuries, and we don't need outsiders to fight our battles for us. If you wish for us to fight against them side by side, then perhaps we have something to discuss."
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Sitting back, he waited to see if there was anything else any of them had to offer before moving on to more important matters.
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@Comrade Wubzin
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@Tiny Cosmic
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@General Deth Glitch
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Emissaries to Foreign Nations
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It wasn't long before the Gyrocopters brought the emissaries they carried to their desired destination to meet with the southern nations, most notably a gathering nation of Insectans and the Storm Lands.  After gaining an audience with a leader or representative, they would give no more than a gruff nod before speaking. "I represent Iron King Thuradin Grudgeheart, Lord of the Everlasting Realm, The Reforger. He has sent us to advise that the demonic legions of the north stir once more, if by some small chance you were still unaware. As we have done in centuries past, we prepare to weather the storm, and under the leadership of our Iron King look to drive back the demonic legions to the lost north. He has seen fit to offer an invitation to any and all to join us. And if you will not, then to advise you to stay out of our way."
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@Blitzer
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@Buckteeth
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Emissary to Black Roost
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A very different message however was brought to the well known Black Roost. Being at the forefront on the war with the demons much as the Deldren were, they held a degree of respect for the conclave of human warriors. "Greeting warrior of the Black Roost. I come representing the Iron King Thuradin Grudgeheart to offer our hand in friendship. You are one of the few nations who knows what it is to live in a state of constant warfare with the Great Enemy. Thus we our Iron King wishes to form a military alliance against the Great Enemy, to stand against them united. The choice is yours."
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@Demonsoul
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Zhufbar, City of Engineers
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In preparation for the dawning Age of Reckoning the city of Zhufbar had been working furiously to produce the needed arms and weaponry to fight this great war. Led by the ingenious and some would say unhinged Chief Engineer Othreg, they were also working to develop new and far more deadly weaponry to combat their ancient foes. Their biggest focus was to refine the deadly Steam Tanks. Two prototypes had been made but they still had much work to do to create reliable Steam Tanks that could be produced quickly. Meanwhile designs were being made for Iron Repeater Rifles and Farsights. Perhaps their most experimental work were the Drakeguns and Drakecannons, weaponry that could throw forth fire that could burn even rock.
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Tech Research:
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Steam Tank
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Repeater Rifle
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Farsights' (Scoped rifles with greater range)
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Drake Weaponry
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OOC: Left out the Elves and Orcs from getting an emissary due to the grudge against both races @Comrade Wubzin @Wickedkent
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[Comrade Wubzin]

(the orcs were a example faction, not cannon. However, that doesn't mean nobody can make an orc faction)

 

[Buckteeth]

Sheikh's Throne Room, Hivund
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Deep within an opulent tower in the center of Hivund, Zhuubhach, clad in his red cloak, the trim soft with Tyra down, met with the four foreign emissaries. Higher court nobility, including the four members of the Tribal Council, looked down on the meetings from the four balconies, while lesser members of the Sheikhdom milled about in the hallways of the throne room, murmurring quietly amongst themselves at the news brought by the messengers. Amidst the throng, many an ear encouraged by bloody gold and honeyed words listened eagerly for information to report to their shadowy masters. The first, a noble looking man in bronze, delivered a religiously charged proposal that was well received by Zhuubhach. "The New Brood is aware of the northern threat, and I am for aid in it's repellence. However, a commune of the Council is required before we can go to war, and I will either send a diplomat or arrive myself in Darragh once we have reached a decision." After a hardy debate, the council decided that action was necessary. In light of later news, a messenger was sent to Darragh to advise Dominus to join the New Brood and the Iron King in the Northern War as soon as possible. The second to arrive, a well-spoken human in gaudy garb, was appreciated as more proof that the New Brood was a recognized power, but his offer, while beneficial, seemed somehow less important than other matters in such trying times. "The New Brood has received your offer of peace and trade heartily, and diplomats of commerce will be sent to your nation of origin to discuss the specifics and bring an agreement back to me." Three were sent in total, and the elder messenger who met with Zhuubhach was given a simple answer to a simple offer. "We appreciate what your leaders offer us, and accept whatever protection they can provide. However, do not act in our affairs unless given permission to do so by us." The last, a gruff dwarf, had a curt message that spelled opportunity for Zhuubhach. "I, in my capacity as Sheikh of the New Brood, will pledge our army to assisting the Iron King in his war against the demons. We will mobilize to march for the Everlasting Realm and join your countrymen as soon as we can." And so, marching north through Brood desert, Zhuubhach set out for the second war of his life.
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@Tiny Cosmic
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@Comrade Wubzin
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@General Deth Glitch
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@Keidivh
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Military
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The Integrated Army mobilizes, led by the Great Zhuubhach in action against the north. Simple siege engines rumble along, pulled by oxen and guided by their Labis operators. The air is alive with the drone of Humni soldiers and scouts, advancing to ensure the Army's path is clear.The ground shakes under the weight of armored Claktir, their silent determination an heirloom of their history. They are prepared for war in more ways than one. In the center of it all, a caravan of Tyra earth mages trundles along. They rest in covered wagons, knowing that they will need it to fill the demand the future holds for them.
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Research
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In the universities and laboratories of Tihnka, Insectan mages fueled by the magical storm work tirelessly to create new magics to aid in war:
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Golem Creation
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Geokinetic Medicine
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Geothermal Attacks
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[Tiny Cosmic]

Political


Dominus is found in his state of prayer when Sheikh's emissary approached him. Two Barons of Elitrea sit at his flanks, both standing vigilant at the defense of their leader. He stands from his kneel and withdraws his sword from the ground, returning it to the sheathe at his hip as the emissary delivers his message. His response was preceded with a sigh and the shaking of his visitor's hand.


"brother, brother, I seek not to be annexed nor the annexation of any man's home beyond the valleys of which I call my home. Your "new brood" would imply myself and my people would be united under a banner of which we want no part in. However, my emissary has informed me of your legions move toward your North. We extend our hand in an alliance, and offer you this wisdom."


a young boy brings him a scroll, he opens it to reveal a map of his lands. Dominus thanks the boy and takes the scroll, moving over to the emissary's side. He points to a small point along a river on the farthest northern point of his border, smack dab between the land of the heretics and the land of the sane. The dot is titled "faith" 


"this is the town from which my people will launch their assault. My strategists advise our allies to either fortify their own border towns, or regroup with my legion stationed in the town. After we assemble a few extra allies, our assault will begin. We may worry of the further assaults at a later time, but for the time being, that is all I have to speak of. May I offer you anything while you stay in the land of Corvana? An escort home, perhaps?


A courier has been sent to the land of the 


Military


The legion stationed at Faith continues to dig in, fortifying their position with Berms and more stone walls. The demons had begun to stack up on the other side of the river, behind trees and rocks, finally wising up to the poisoned water and riflemen.


Couriers had reached the front lines, and the legion was well aware of the insectoid reinforcements that could possibly be on their way. the Cannons had been constructed, waiting for incoming ammunition.


Research


(Awaiting research times on steam tanks, rifle scopes, portable howitzers, and 


3 round revolvers).


the tinkerers of Corvana have found it difficult to quickly deliver a bullet from short range without a fair bit of set-up time. Research on Revolving Handguns has begun.


@Buckteeth @Comrade Wubzin

 

[Blitzer]

Vierin Deldren


Diplomacy


Kaladin Stormblessed was in his throne room when he recieved two diplomatic messagers from Vierin and Deldren. They laid their cases for asking for support in the wars against the orcs and foul creatures. Kaladin had for seen that kingdoms would begin to request for assistance, but this was rather quickly. "Age of destruction this sounds like," he muttered to himself, "I'm sorry sirs, but currently I have some problems with my neighboring states. I would love to support your endeavors, so I will sent one of my top hundred Storm Lords, escorted by a thousand of our Storm Halberds. I hope this will open up avenues of trade and technology exchange as well. (Can we trade tech?) Grand Master Foran will finish detailing the alliance with you. 


Military


Two armies grow closer and closer. On the side of the Storm Lords, a well disciplined army moves to face an army of a coalition of the neighboring states which is equal to 1 and 1/3 the forces that Storm Warden has fielded for this conflict. However Storm Warden's troops are equipped with better technology and by the supremely powerful Storm Lords, including their King Stormblessed who will be arriving before the battle begins. 


Technology 


Light cannons 


Incendiary bombs 


Ice storms


@Keidivh


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[Comrade Wubzin]

Research update(sorry for lateness: lost my dice)


Keep in mind, technology isn't the only thing you can research, magic can be researched too. (Just seeing a lot of steam tank & rifle research)


Technology 


Light cannons (3 turns to complete)


Incendiary bombs (failed)


Ice storms(2 turns to complete)


@Blitzer


Research


(Awaiting research times on steam tanks(4 turns to complete)(, rifle scopes(2 turns to complete), portable howitzers(failed), and 


3 round revolvers(failed)).


@Tiny Cosmic


Golem Creation(5 turns to complete)


Geokinetic Medicine(completed this turn)


Geothermal Attacks(failed)


@Buckteeth


Tech Research:


Steam Tank(2 turns to complete)


Repeater Rifle(3 turns to complete)


Farsights' (Scoped rifles with greater range)(2 turns to complete)


Drake Weaponry(complete this turn)


@Keidivh


Tech research: Steam Tanks(5 turns to complete), Repeater Rifles(2 turns to complete), Hellblaster volleyguns(3 turns to complete)


@Comrade Wubzin

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

announcement: A map is being made

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

announcement: map has been finished, but still a work-in-progress


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