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The New Empires

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It's been years since the Great Collapse, since the sudden collapse of the 7 kingdoms of old. There are many theories of why the collapse occurred, including instability caused by the Great War or even divine intervention. But that does not matter now. What matters is the path on which you will lead your people. Will you lead them to greatness or will your kingdom fall, like the great empires had?

 
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New Aupaxian Empire
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The citizensof Tuphia, capitol of both the old and new Aupaxian empires, gather around the central tower, the capitol building of the empire, as General turned Emperor Tiberius addresses his people. "My fellow Aupaxians, many of us can remember what life was like before The Great Collapse and many more yearn for those glory days to return. To that I say this, the wait is almost over! As I speak, the Imperial Legion is out on the continent reclaiming our lost territories and bringing order to the lawless lands. Soon, the glory of the old empire shall be restored! Vivat Imperii!" "Vivat Imperii! Vivat Imperatoris!" The crowds would respond. The motto of the empire, 'Long live the Empire. Long live the Emperor!'

After the Emperor's speech, everyone went back to their regular duties. The engineers of the city would work on creating and developing siege engines for the military, including trebuchets and cannons. Meanwhile, blacksmiths all across the empire are tasked with crafting plated armor for the Pedites Levi, which was based upon, if not an exact copy, of Centurio armor, but would not be tinted with any color.

Legion forces continue to reclaim more of the main continent in what is called "The Reconquest."
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South Wraitiqian Empire
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It has been over hundred years since last riots have calmed off in the Wraitaqus. The state between Vorings and Adracs has been calmed, as more nations have taken part to restore this ancient island.

The 3rd Royal Emperor of Vorings, now the Emperor of Wraitiqian Empire, Nyb'Az The Visionary has made new rules for all population to follow. Humans and elves are allowed to populate the northern part of the island, but living under the Wraitiqian commands. In Vadgas Plain, most of the Voring and Dwarven population still live, turning into a great machinated city. It's population has grown up to 340.000, making it also the largest city. Southern rocky part of Vadgas has been studded with the sun collectors, standing from the great war. They have started to collapse and emit gasses from the magical jewels inside the towers. The rocky plains are wastelands, acceptable ground only for the Adrac and Voring Miners. Only in Wraitaqus a special kind of obsidian be found. It has magical properties, and a major reason why it's valued by Voring sorcerers.

The North Wraitaqus hosts a larger colony of elves and humans. Some of whom don't obey to Wraitiqian rules, but they consider it safe to live there. Some of them have come from the neighboring Preuzian Empire, who Wraitaqus has developed trade routes over time. Even during the ancient times, Preuzian Elves traveled to Wraitaqus to study rare jewels and magic.

Now the eastern ports are rather empty on Wraitaqus, having their cargo ships burnt and surrounded by Adracs in the Great War. Around 5 ships still remain in the stations, but elven carpenters of the North are working on new ships, to sell them to Wraitiqian Empire. It's only a matter of time until the harbor of Puerto Sa'Zilo is flourishing again.
 
United Preuzian Empire
"Unity Breeds Strength!"

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It was a jubilant day for the United Preuzian Empire. A great multitude has come to the city of Varghuan to hear a declaration from Emperor Yorhmen I himself. Rumors have been abound that an expansion to the eastern areas of the island would be made in the coming weeks and that talks with the Wraitiqian Empire in the west about a possible treaty would soon be made that would benefit both them and the empire as a whole. Everyone, regardless of status or race, was buzzing in anticipation regarding the future of their home and empire. This feeling has only been heightened with a number of them discussing the relationship of the coming address to the emperor's previous call to the masses regarding future developments for the empire and the rapid innovation and expansion of the military and the guilds.

It was like a festival has occurred within the capital city; especially down the Emperor's Road, a large boulevard leading to the center of the city where the Sun Tower stands proudly, this is where majority of the people had gathered awaiting the emperor's arrival.

The sun was nearing it's peak when the crowds gathered before the ivory gates of the tower and the sound of loud melodic chimes could be heard from the tower itself slowly silencing the crowd. On the balcony near the top of the tower, just below the Great Sun Stone, a magically infused stone developed by the Adracs as a gift that draws power from the mana in the air and the sun itself, the emperor, flanked by Highlords of the empire, emerged.

Silence can be heard as people looked up with reverence and anticipation, just as the emperor himself gazed upon his people with strong, gentle eyes. With a loud voice he said, "My people, my friends, it is time. We have grown since The Great Collapse, we have marched on amidst the hardships and the challenges that came before us, we have united as one and now we are ready to take what is ours! As I speak, the brave sons and daughters of our empire would begin to march to the east and bring the lands back in to the fold. As I speak, the eager youth of our home will enter the halls of the Imperial Academies to join the ranks of our noble military. As I speak, the greatest minds of our nation work tirelessly to ensure that we would not be found wanting in everything we need. As I speak, I feel a great sense of joy and pride to know that you have continued to strive for the future, that you have continued to pass the limits with all the vigor and power you can muster within your hearts; for that unyielding fire, I thank you! My friends, my brothers and sisters, we must not let the fire die for we are close! We must continue on with our heads held high! We will not break for we are united under a just cause! As our collective strength work to secure the east, representatives have been dispatched to the west to secure cooperation with our neighbor. My friends, we cannot survive alone, those were the words we lived by in the past and now they ring true to this day! Beyond the seas, unknown dangers lurk. An ally and friend will turn the tide against this threat; and we shall secure it! My people, my friends, my family, let us not falter in the coming days. We are the empire for we are one! Unity Breeds Strength!".

With a thunderous roar, the crowds responded, "Strength Breeds Unity!" It was then followed by the most jubilant applause before Emperor Yorhmen I, along with the Highlords, left; the roaring crowd can still be heard behind them.

In the east, near Lake Dumas, a large host bearing the colors of the United Preuzian Empire marched for the coming campaign which was aptly named "The Unification". At the head of the operation, General Elaine Vas'Zhara, a young but talented lass of Vliyeshan decent will prove her worth to the empire through the rigors of battle and war. Excitement and nervousness fills her heart as she thinks about the trials to come.

In the west, Sunspear, one of the empire's "Iron Galleys" made its way to the South Wraitiqian Empire along with four Preuzian Galleys as escorts. Orys Kryze, an Adracian diplomat tasked in acquiring the favorable treaty the emperor had promised his people, can feel a hint of apprehension with interacting with the people his kin had fought so long ago. He brutally squashes the feeling and dons a neutral expression as he gazes at the distance, mentally preparing himself for the task at hand.
 
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Following the elvish custom of efficiency there was not simply one capital city but three main cities, each capable of taking another's functions over; each home to a different part of the royal family and the highest nobles. The threat of a murder or even a riot was virtually nonexistent to the ruling class because there would always be a son, sister, or other relative that was close to the ruler to take over. Thus as The Grand Emperor of The Holy Kingdom of Khisomer Galrod I The Valiant and Wise stepped out of The Royal Library and Studies that was graciously open to the public the first half of every day, even as he stepped out onto the crowded streets with only a couple of Magnificent Guards Protecting His Majesty, he felt almost completely safe.

There was no need for a large ceremony (though the magic His Majesty and His Guards are capable of could easily gain the attention of the entire kingdom) nor was there even a need for a grand speech. All that was needed was to raise up a massive flag, one side a map of Vliyeshi, and the other the Flag of The Great Royal Khisomer Kingdom.

There were no words spoken, yet the crowds -made up of not just elves but of other species from before The Collapse- were already cheering and applauding. They knew what he meant. They knew that this meant conquest. That this meant rediscovery of former lands. Exploring. Battling. Research. Resources. Power would now bring knowledge, and knowledge will in turn bring more power.

From the peninsula and islands to the west to the ocean boundaries in the south and east the Magick Marine headed by Admiral Von Cúthleon would sail forth,several dozens of ships sailing everywhere from the coastline to new waters ready for discovery, diplomacy, or war. To the north A Grand Force of Mage Korps headed by First General Wronhelm marched to gain lands whilst a group of Magick Kavallerie joined them and scouted the territory ahead.

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United Nenia

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The dual eagle of Nenia decorated the city of Cegate as a column of knights rode in through the Northern gate, they had come like many to swear fealty to the new King. Mere months had passed when King Esra united the broken nation under his reign, though tension was still high, loyalty to the new crown kept order in place.
Esra was summoning those who had yet to bend the knee, he needed every man capable of holding a sword flying under his banner. He fully intended to bring the entire continent of Nenia under his control, to do that he needed to conquer the isolated Elvish colonies to the East. He was fully prepared to march on them sooner but to prevent the Elves in his kingdom from revolting against a human conqueror he postponed the invasion and married an elf noble. He had spent the last few days organizing his new country and solidifying power over it. A few lords who still swore allegiance to empires of old had to be put down, but to Esra for all he knew the old world died in the collapse and all that remained was Nenia. He had no interest beyond the continent, just in making sure he could create a dynasty that would last a thousand years.
 
South Wraitiqian Empire

The day at Puerto Sa'Zilo had begun, as the new shipdecks have been almost finished. The area has been populated with new settlements of elves and vorings. Parts of new caravel has been rolled in the port, and the construction works have begun. The traveling diplomat Re'Qeran has turned up in this specific event to see how the rebuilding works are going. The nation gathered as they saw ships approaching the shore. They were bearing the Preuzian Navy flags. Only one shipdeck was ready, but it caused a fuss in the port. The delegation of army leaders and local traders quickly arranged. The king wasn't here, but Re'Qeran had enough experience of hosting foreign parties.
 
United Preuzian Empire
"Unity Breeds Strength!"

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Orys Kryze - The Diplomat

Orys Kryze - The Diplomat

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Orys Kryze lets out a sigh as he gazed upon the dark but impressive port before the Sunspear, the ship commissioned for the mission. Puerto Sa'Zilo, the locals called it, a peculiar name but a name nonetheless. Black stones from the land dominate the port alongside the clear designs of Adracian architecture, it was a beautiful and imposing sight. Turning his sight from the port to the bustling crew of the Sunspear he couldn't help the small contented smile that formed on his face. It was as mixed crew and despite their differences in culture and race they all worked well together like cogs in a working automaton. Efficiency, a good trait to have for a crew as diverse as this.

As he continued to mentally wander, one of the sailors approached and informed him that they are nearing the port. "Thank you, sailor. Inform the captain to have the escorts on stand by. Set up a perimeter by the harbor. If my assumptions are correct, this won't take long."

In no time the Sunspear made its way to dock. Everyone was busy and soon the boarding ramps were lowered. Orys noticed that there was a delegation waiting for them. He had to give credit to the Wraitiqians for their quick response. Escorted by two Preuzian Bladedancers and two Thunderers, Orys made his way towards the welcoming committee. His flowing white-gold robes fluttering along the sea breeze and the distinct sound of metal against stone can be heard with every step he made.

Taking the lead was Re'Qeran, whom Orys knew by reputation and from a few meetings in person. To see that one of the Wraitiqians premiered diplomat was both an honor and a pleasure although the Vorings that were around made him feel a hint of unease that he quickly squashed down. He, along with his guards, approached as a pleasant smile formed on his face. "A thousand greetings unto you. I hope we did not arrive at a time most inconvenient?"


Elaine Vas'Zhara - The Magi-General

Elaine Vas'Zhara - The Magi-General

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General Elaine Vas'Zhara, mage prodigy and overall commander assigned by the Highlords with the Emperor's blessing to lead the Preuzian force during this momentous day, was nervous as she shifted slightly atop her armored black steed, Vanesse. She was nervous that a mistake would cost her not just the lives of her men but hers as well. She was nervous at the possibility that many look up to her for guidance and direction only to fail them at a most crucial moment. However this feeling was overshadowed by the sense of excitement. The slow buildup of anticipation that this was her moment, a time for her to leave a legacy that many would sing generations from now. A time to test her skills and her wit. A time to prove to the world that she was capable.

Gathered behind her were thousands of men and women clad in full plate and armored robes alongside hundreds of automatons and numerous siege engines and other weapons of war. Their formation, perfect in her eyes. Their discipline, unquestioned. Their prowess, unmatched. This was indeed the day that from the ashes of the old world, a new dominion would emerge and would last for thousands of years. Maneuvering her steed to face the gathered contingent, her face was both grim and sure. With a clear voice that echoed around them, she said, "Today, brave sons and daughters of the empire, we are tasked to unify the land and to return the lost back in to the fold. It may be an arduous task for us, a grand undertaking befit of the heavens; but rest assured that our work and action would be just akin to the ideals of our empire. Know that the lost may resist and that some of you would not return; however, rejoice! For as long as the empire lives, you shall live forever! For as long as the empire stands strong and tall against the enemy, our strength will never wane! Let this campaign be the first of many successes against the old world. Glory unto us and to our united empire! Unity breeds strength!".

As one, her soldiers responded with thunderous voices "Strength breeds unity!". As one, they marched eastward; the goal of unification within their minds as they steeled themselves for the coming battles. As on they will strive to achieve victory. Despite the fears and other emotions that plague them especially to the young general, they will breakthrough the haze and bring glory and honor to their home and empire. As one...
 
Royal Khisomer Kingdom


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The phrase "Land ho!" was quite the popular one at this time, as it seemed to be a cry that rung out throughout the entire navy. From the east to the west, small islands were absorbed as RKK Territory. About five Iniasith islands to the east had patrols and trade routes beginning to be established, and many of the former VUK's closer southwest islands were preparing to be colonized. Admiral Von Cúthleon's plans were pushing the boundaries of what should be possible for the Magick Marine to accomplish in a short amount of time, but it was not overly rushed. Ships were still kept in pristine condition, and everything was quickly triple-checked.

A dozen ships sailed south with His Majesty's Royal Diplomats Achxele und Regeina, ready to discover if there were other nations out there and if so, establish contact. Preferably trade, perhaps an alliance against any other powers that could also be out there. If any great disrespect or harm came to them or the navy however, then there would only be war and bloodshed. And Khisomer will either emerge victorious, or drag down its enemies with it...

To the north, First General Wronhelm lead his army upwards, capturing land along the way. The trek was slow, and the army stopped frequently to send things back to Khisomer. A lot of "A few years does a great deal of change." were spoken, and since there wasn't always a ship available, the cavalry practiced a lot of endurance helping transport materials and samples back.

Within the RKK, the planning of things such as siege equipment and tougher ships was beginning to take form. In essence, Khisomer was beginning to modernize (at least compared to the average on Lanerth) its military. Of course magic has and always will be able to take the place of at least some these things, but it is the duty of scholars to research and innovate, is it not?

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South Wraitiqian Empire

Re'Qaran made his move forward to greet the diplomats and representatives from Preuzia. They had small time to prepare the welcoming, but he was used to difficult situations.
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He shaked hands with Oryz Kryze and admired the confidence of Preuzian unit. "Hello, and welcome to Puerto Sa'Zilo, may it be a good ground for you today." With these words, Re'Qarans right hand marched forward and uncovered an item that was covered by a sheet on a red cushion. "It is old General Re'Ferzans, my granduncle's sword. It was used to lay chaos and war, but now I'm offering it to you. I believe you will have better uses for it" said Re'Qaran, and as the sword was uncovered it glowed slightly reddish. Chariots and servants were made ready to escort everyone on to land, for the banquet table set up in the nature. The Preuzian diplomatic group consisted of about 30 men, who were all welcomed.
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The ship-building elves in The North had started construction works on a new ship, which was promised to be one of biggest cargo cog yet seen. It was to be named "Antorza Ich'Ja" after the famous ship from the great war. It was now set to be fully for trading purposes, and to support over 7 quintals of goods. The word has been sent to Puerto Sa'Zilo to build new shipdecks, to land bigger vessels.
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In Vadgas Plain, old Magician Tower or Faro U'Jajil as local called it, has been brought back to live, through old magic trainer and clairvoyant Fer'Xabad. He is over 80 years old but nobody knows how old the Voring magic man is. He recruited three new adept magicians to start gathering power of the earth, as he calls it. The tower must be guarded by strong magic by at least three sorcerers for the ancient spell to work. The magic helped them during The Great War, but the tower has been useless ever since. He believes that it will bring luck of crops, power to armies and mental strength to rulers if the ancient tower manages to gather lands power through young sorcerers.

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The Old Magician's Tower in books.
 
World Event
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Residents of all nations were shocked and terrified to witness numerous fireballs raining down from the heavens, crashing to the ground below in a violent manner, creating a loud thundering sound which can be heard from miles away. The size of these fireballs vary immensely, as some were as small as small rocks while others were the size of entire villages. Thankfully, to the relief of their citizens, these fireballs have somehow avoided causing any serious damage to each nations' major cities.​
 
Republic of the Divine Sun

Kusko

Amaru Apunchik breathed the crisp morning air. Despite being some distance from the harbor, the smell of sea lingered in his nostrils and the squawks of gulls came from overhead. It was not yet dawn, but the sun’s early beams cast enough light for the street vendors to set up their stalls in the Kusko market. Amaru looked out on this familiar morning scene from the balcony of his private apartments in the Palace of the Republic. None of the peasants seemed to notice him. Leaning on the stone baluster railing of the balcony was his friend and confidant, Yachachij Hatunsapa. They had spent the night together playing games, drinking wine, and discussing exciting new nautical technologies. Their friendship was old and deep.

“A city of a million people,” Yachachij said. “I sometimes forget there are more than a million souls living here. The hustle and bustle of goods in and out of port; the fervorous rate of construction to accommodate the masses; and the tonnage of products exchanging hands every day can all be distracting from that fact.”

“Yes a million souls living in shit up to our ankles,” Amaru smirked. “If we can harness the energy of all these hands, and one soul usually means two hands, we will build a nation worthy of our ancestors.”

“Worthy of the living,” Yachachij interjected.”

“Aye,” Amaru agreed. “I suppose a rousing speech would energize those hands.” He looked at Yachachij who had a sardonic grin across her face. The two burst out laughing and turned to walk inside the Doge’s apartments. “Come, Yacha, let’s dispatch the Republic’s envoys.”

“And start work on the aqueduct for that shit you mention!”

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Manga’asi

“My god!” exclaimed Kuy Chakisapa. He watched in horror as great balls of fire flew across the sky streaking the pre-dawn sky with an ominous red light. Kuy was on a large hulk headed to his merchant colony from the capital. The hull was full of food and bread to hand out to the local poorhouses. Within a week of docking, his fleet would load with precious commodities to take back to the Kusko market. “What omen does this bear?!”

“My lord, these events happen from time to time out at sea: shooting stars, comets, the like.” the captain of the vessel approached the old merchant. “And, my lord, a raven found its way to our ship. No doubt it was headed to Manga’asi, but the message was for you anyway.”

Kuy thanked the man and took the small scroll from him. “Orders to head for Preuzias. I am to meet their Emperor.”

“Shall we change course?” the ship captain asked.

“Of course not, damn it. These ships are full of already stale bread for the hungry in Manga’asi. What the devil are you thinking? We’ll dock first then set out to do the business of the Republic.” Kuy answered resolutely.

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Karu’akta

The first rays of light crept through the curtains and up over the footboard of Sani’s luxurious bed. He watched the colors dance across his quarters. Slowly the beams of light traveled up toward the head of his bed and landed gracefully on Wawki’s figure. Sani ran his fingers through his lover’s long blonde hair smiling. Cherishing the moment of sublime bliss. But the magistrate of Kiru’akta could not remain in bed all day despite his heart’s fervent desire. He had another expedition to prepare for.

Sani quietly, slowly pulled himself from bed, but his leg was caught between Wawki’s thighs. “You can’t get away from me that easily, Kirusapa,” the elf mused. His eyes were still closed and his voice sleepy.

“I know how much you need your beauty sleep,” Sani offered playfully. Whap. A plump pillow struck him in the face.

“Elves need not beauty sleep. Long life and youth are ours by birth; however you, my halfling love…”

After their early morning ~pillow fight~, Sani and Wawki both met with the council of provincial leaders. Six men sat around a table in the great hall: four, fat merchants with almost comical mustaches, the bishop of the territorial church, and an old military man in unfashionable armor. The old soldier’s experience extended before the Great Collapse. His name was Ruku.

“Ah! Welcome, my lords,” Ruku said as Sani and Wawki approached the table. The wooden table was long and beautifully carved with images from Osttrudian mythologies. The couple sat at the head of the council meeting.

“Honorable councilors,” Sani began, “how go preparations for the expedition?”

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Tl;dr version

CC: Kasierwolf Kasierwolf : Ñusta Chakisapa sets sail for United Nenia as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic. (Forces: 1 Caravela, 1 Large Hulk with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

CC: Master Hand Master Hand : Purij Yura’illapa sets sail for the Royal Khisomer Kingdom as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic.(Forces: 1 Caravela, 1 Large Hulk with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

CC: RyanDiaz RyanDiaz : Llandu Kirusapa sets sail for the South Wraitaqian Empire as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic.(Forces: 1 Caravela, 1 Large Hulk with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

CC: AldarisLordOfLight AldarisLordOfLight : Kuy Chakisapa sets sail for the United Prezuian Empire as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic.(Forces: 1 Caravela, 1 Large Hulk with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

CC: Clockwork_Magic Clockwork_Magic : Yachachij Hatunsapa sets sail for the New Aupaxian Empire as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic.(Forces: 1 Caravela, 1 Large Hulk with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

CC: Pat Pat : Yachakuj Hatunsapa sets sail for the Flegian Repentancy as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic.(Forces: 2 Large Hulks with trade wares, 100 sailors, and 20 marines.)

Kusko begins the construction of a massive aqueduct to move potable water into the city’s water system.

Sani Kiru’sapa and Wawki Yura’illapa take an expeditionary band up the great river on the continent of Phikas to establish new trading posts further up stream. (Forces: 100 Osttrudian Skirmishers, 200 Frontier Rangers, and 50 Dumuse Musketeers)
 
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The New Aupaxian Empire
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Truphia
The citizens of the city were shocked and frightened when the fireballs started raining down from the sky, but were also relieved that the city was not hit with one of the bigger projectiles. Emperor Tiberius steps out onto the balcony of the Imperial Tower and addresses his people. "Citizens of the great Aupaxian Empire, this is surely an omen that we are meant to prevail and strive. Not only did these fireballs avoid hitting this great city, but those objects burned brightly red, as is the same color that flies on our banner. Vivat Imperii!" "Vivat Imperii! Vivat Imperatoris!" The crowds cried in response, erupting into cheers shortly afterward as the Emperor returns back into the tower. "Quite the speach giver, aren't you?" Remarks Tiberius' advisor, Nero. "It's times like these that the people need reassurance and motivation. We're lucky we didn't get hit." Tiberius said back at him. "What about that speech you gave just last week?" No response came from Tiberius.

Northern Aupaxian Sea
Admiral Antonius stood on the bow of the flagship of the Imperial Armada (which is a cog), taking in the fresh sea air and looking out over the calm ocean horizon. "Nice weather today, isn't it admiral?" Asked a nearby crew member. "Indeed, a pity that all patrols couldn't be like this." "Aye. Times like these makes me wonder, are we the only nation left out th-" "Ships sighted! Starboard side!" Cried the lookout. "Looks like you have your answer, son." Antonius said to the crew member as he looked off in the direction stated. Sure enough, 2 ominous figures lingered in the distance, one larger than the other. "Let's go greet them, shall we? Send messages to the rest of the armada, have them trail us from behind, but not too close, we don't want a bad first contact. And raise high the flag men! Fly it proud!" The lookout and several other men raised high the flag of the empire over the crow's nest, and, after a swarm of pigeons flew from the flagship, the rest of the armada followed. After getting close enough to the ships, the armada stopped while the flagship continued on, with 2 other cogs as an escort. "Hail them. Ask their intentions here and their allegiance." The admiral said.
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The Legion
General Marius rides on his horse, leading legion troops deeper into the continent. Suddenly the troops hear a sound of what sounds like a boulder flying overhead. Everyone is startled by this sound and soon after see multiple fireballs flying overhead. "By the gods! What is happening!" Is one of the many screams heard from the legionaries. "Something unnatural." Said Marius. "Divisions 1 and 14 go investigate those... things. Everyone else make camp here. Report back with your findings." With that Divisions 1 and 14, comprised of Pedites Levi and Clipeati respectively, went out to investigate the potential landing sites of the fireballs.​
 
Republic of the Divine Sun

Yachachij Hatunsapa woke cto the sounds of a sailor shouting, "ships sighted!" She lay in bed momentarily considering the situation. Her extensive experience as a navigator informed her thought process. Their diplomatic mission wasn't supposed to arrive in Truphia until later that day. Was it pirates? Did they stray too close to another sovereign territory? Either way, she had to get out of her cot.

"Hoist the colors," the captain shouted as Yachachij burst from her cabin and began walking to the bow to get a better look. "Signal our diplomatic intentions, Mr. Umalla!" Then she shouted to Yachachij, "Good morn', m'lady! I hope you're well t'day."

"I slept well. Thank you, ma'am! I always do on the water," Yachachij responded. She saw for herself the three cogs approaching her attaché. By now the rest of the Imperial Armada had come into viewing distance. She impatiently waited until the smaller groups of boats met. After signaling diplomatic intentions through flags and large, amicable gestures from the deck of the caravela, the captain shouted to the Aupaxian flagship. "Hail! We seek to treat with your leader. We are a diplomatic mission for the Republic of the Divine Sun. Is anyone on board with the ability to represent the mighty Aupaxian Empire?"

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    Personality: strong, kind, intense

    Details: Yachachij is a widower who has also lost her own children. She became head of House Hatunsapa through the tragic plague that swept Kusko following the economic crisis post-Great Collapse. She desperately seeks to build a family among the ones she loves and has adopted Yachakuj into her house.

    Yachachij has proven herself a competent business woman, sailor and is perhaps the best navigator in the Republic.

    Kichwa name translation: Teacher Great One

 

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Royal Khisomer Kingdom


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The Grand Emperor of The Holy Kingdom of Khisomer Galrod I The Valiant and Wise well knew he was taking some risks by visiting the least protected capital. True, because of the expansion into nearby islands there were dozens of ships protecting the area, and it was true that the city was more inland. But there wasn't any avoiding the fact that he was on the small island south of Vliyeshi. And no matter how many weeks, months, and years might go by, it was still a kind of frontier of sorts. There were many objections like "Ze king und his throne should be one!" But he insisted on working directly with the sailors, ensuring everything was going at its proper pace.

He had even personally met with Admiral Von Cúthleon to continue the in-progress planning of more efficient ships, or rather, that was the purpose of him being there. How the navy could be made more advanced, durable, and more numerous were all valid points of discussion with the little time that the Admiral had to spare.

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The dozen ships that had left the RKK some time ago were split into 2 groups, with five ships surrounding the diplomat's. It was then rather fortunate that one group, Regeina's group, was the one in the rear and that the rear cog in that group saw something in the distance, "Ein schip is zighded!" cried out a man who was obviously unused to saying that. The crew seemed perplexed for a solid half a minute, reduced to murmurs and mumbles. Finally the captain spoke up, "Dummkopf! Zats where ve kame from!" The young sailor handed the spyglass to the captain, who narrowed in on the foreign pair of ships. "Bloody Hölle! Your reich! Allreich men, you know vat to do! Raize du banner! Get zer attention! Turn our schips around! Tell ze lady tu get vready! Muve et, muve et, muve et!" The captain spat out words and order, firing one after the other. What were a moment ago quiet motionless sailors soon became almost frenzied in their actions.

Half a dozen ships broke off from their movement south and turned around to meet the foreign pair. The diplomat stepped up on the bow, her dress being light and thin but weighed down with heavy emblems, and spoke to the foreigners once the ships were close enough, your voice thick yet soft and careful, "Ich am Regeina, ein royal diblomat of ze Royal Khisomer Kingdom. Sdate your identidies und burpoze of nearing our vaters."

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Although there the streets were full of talk and rumor, there was no need to make a speech or speculate or do anything of the sort. The people had almost dismissed the small fireballs, especially in places where they did nothing at all. The reason? The great thousands of scholars began their analysis of the rocks and their landing sites, and labeled the various parts of the natural disaster as though it were a science experiment. But contrary to how this might seem, the giant scientific community was thrilled about this phenomenon, and research was conducted on every feasible part that could be researched. The army even felt a spark of innovation when they saw the balls of fire catapulted from the skies. If even mother nature could make siege equipment, then why hadn't they already recreated what they had before?

OOC: I know is a weird thing going on with links in this but I don't have the time or patience to try and fix it.
 
The New Aupaxian Empire
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"Aye!" Antonius yelled back at the woman. "I am Antonius, Admiral of the Aupaxian Imperial Armada. What business do you have with our empire?" He said as the two ships got closer, as would not need to yell as loud from this distance. The two intended escort cogs, however, did not get any closer to the foreign ships as they were.
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The Legion
General Marius stood in his tent looking over a map of Aupax, planning out troop movements in his head and coming up with and planning for scenarios that might await him in these lands. After a while, Marius sat down and began reading a book simply titled Nenia. He studied what was written in these pages, particularly what was written about the war. "Perhaps we can return someday." He wondered to himself. Just then one of his Centurios walked in the tent. "Hail." He said as he raised his right hand in a fist then quickly brought it to his chest. The salute of the Legion. on the centurios' chest, the numerals "XIV". "What'd you find?" Marius inquired. "Come see for yourself." As the two walked outside the tent into the center of the camp, 2 of the 14th's soldiers flanked a horse drawn cart, on which was a medium sized, semi round, black rock. "Took a long time just to get that thing out of the ground." Commented the Centurios. "Must be very strong to resist an impact like that." Marius said as he examined the rock. "Perhaps we can melt it down into a metal and use it for ourselves. Send it to Truphia. Centurios! Send some foraging parties out to recover more of these rocks!"​
 
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Republic of the Divine Sun

Northern Aupaxian Sea (CC: Clockwork_Magic Clockwork_Magic )

The halfling diplomat walked to the side of the vessel closest to the Aupaxian cog and waved. "I am Yachachij of House Hatunsapa, Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic of the Divine Sun. We hope to treat with you, honorable Admiral Antonious, for the mutual benefit of our two great nations." Once the boats came closer, Yachachij deftly swung herself to the foreign ship landing elegantly before the admiral. She demonstrated her lack of weapons and no other member of her attaché joined her.

"Let's get down to business - shall we?" Yachachij pulled a scroll from a loose purse resting on her hip. The parchment was affixed with the official seal of the Republic. There was already formal treaty language on the parchment, but there was clearly plenty of room for additional clauses and revisions. "Here is the trade agreement we humbly submit to you. The Republic is a nation of seafaring traders. If you allow us to establish formal trade routes and merchant enclaves in your lands, the Aupaxian empire would gain access to our valuable markets and wares. Of course, the agreement would be reciprocal. Your great nation would be allowed the same privileges in Republican territories." She paused momentarily before placing a finger on a separate clause of the treaty, "There is one stipulation, Admiral. Your empire will commit to maintaining safety on the high seas during peace times and allocate sufficient resources to conduct anti-piracy patrols within your empire's territorial waters."

Yachachij then pulled a second, smaller treaty from her purse. "Lastly, the Republic would like to establish a permanent embassy in Truphia. The Aupaxian Empire would be welcome to do the same. What say you to these two proposals? The Republic is anxious to begin a profitable trade relationship with the nations of the world. It is our hope that trade and business will make us all rich, fat friends!" She gestured to the Large Hulk that was traveling with her Caravela. "Upon your acceptance, this ship is full of items to do just that!"


The High Seas between Nenia and Vliyeshi (CC: Master Hand Master Hand )

Purij Yura’illapa, Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic of the Divine Republic, rushed out of his cabin and vomited. He didn't quite make it to the railing of the caravela. Kicking the pool of puke, he cursed the seas. Fuck the Doge for sending him on a diplomatic mission, he thought. "I hate the ocean," the elf sulked.

"M'lord, are you well?" asked a smirking first mate. The crew on deck had all swallowed laughs. Purij had kept to himself for most of the trip. The only interaction between him and the crew was at meal time. On the first night, after seeing the food being served in the mess, the patrician was noticeably aghast. His pale skin became sheet-white and that was the first night he tossed the contents of his stomach in front of the sailors. The rest of the trip had gone the same. All the while Purij was unpleasantly terse with the crew who he clearly had deemed his lessers.

"Fine. Thank you." Purij shot back. Then the diplomat heard the raised forces of the RKK sailors. Their accents were distinct but familiar to him. He associated them with his great grandfather but that wasn't worth lingering on now. "When did arrive in the Royal Khisomer Kingdom? And why was I not notified?" Purij quietly asked the first mate.

"Oh! Yes," the sailor replied, much louder than the elf, "We met them by chance on the high seas, M'lord. We didn't want to bother you in your cabin until absolutely necessary. We thought you might be... occupied." Embarrassed, Purij simply walked away from the first mate; snapped at the cabin boy to mop up his mess; and moved to the other side of the vessel to greet the foreign envoy.

"Hail, noble seafarers of the Royal Khisomer Kingdom, I am Purij Yura'illapa. I am on a trade mission to your proud elven nation. May we treat with you?"

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    Personality: strong, kind, intense

    Details: Yachachij is a widower who has also lost her own children. She became head of House Hatunsapa through the tragic plague that swept Kusko following the economic crisis post-Great Collapse. She desperately seeks to build a family among the ones she loves and has adopted Yachakuj into her house.

    Yachachij has proven herself a competent business woman, sailor and is perhaps the best navigator in the Republic.

    Kichwa name translation: Teacher Great One


 

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"Zey test our badience." Muttered the captain, just quiet enough for the other ship to hear. He had been looking forward to stretching his sea legs, going to a far-flung continent and seeing people that had not been seen in years, and now he was stuck in well-traveled waters. With his luck the diplomat would say they had to escort this foreign lot to Khisomer's shore. Imagine that, returning to the docks right after they left! Near intolerable!

"Zey are zinking pefore zey act." Corrected Regeina, after but a moment of carefully choosing her words. She didn't even need to glare or even glance at the captain, out of her peripheral vision she saw he made no movement of protest other than a quiet huff.

But soon enough a foreign diplomat called back, and his words too were not ill-chosen. In fact, his elvish appearance and intelligence already had won him points to Regeina. His name was rather... interesting, but its complexity probably owed itself to its meaning.

"...Burij," It seemed rather obvious that she was somewhat uncertain that she would pronounce his last name correctly, but she spoke smoothly to move past the small bump, "ve are honored to meet you und your peoples. Ve vould pe glad to meet und discuss manners of trade und relazions. Ve velcome you onpoard our fine schip; of courze you may take as many men vith you as you vould like, und ve vill retuce ours to ein skeleton crew. Ve trust you to not try anything." Regeina seemed a bit pleased and was honestly rather excited for this meeting. The captain could barely restrain his anger at this point, and pretended that he needed to work elsewhere so he could vent his anger in private. The preparations were immediately begun so as to leave the foreigner little chance for protest against the offer.

Once they were sat down at a polished table, new and never used, Regeina spoke up, "Ich am vready to hear your offers."

(The other half of ships just continue sailing downwards to AldarisLordOfLight AldarisLordOfLight 's UPE, don't have time to rp them doing virtually nothing.)
 
Republic of the Divine Sun

The High Seas between Nenia and Vliyeshi (CC: Master Hand Master Hand )

Purij sat with his hands crossed on the table. His back was rigid. Only a page had accompanied him on to the RKK ship. He now stood behind his master. "The Republic wishes to enter into formal relations with your nation. To this end, I was dispatched from Kusko." The elf snapped his fingers and the page presented a document laying it on the polished surface. The parchment was affixed with the official seal of the Republic. There was already formal treaty language on the parchment, but there was clearly plenty of room for additional clauses and revisions.

"Here is a trade agreement we humbly submit to you. The Republic is a nation of seafaring traders. If you allow us to establish formal trade routes and merchant enclaves in your lands, the Royal Khisomer Kingdom would gain access to our valuable markets and wares. Of course, the agreement would be reciprocal. Your great nation would be allowed the same privileges in Republican territories." He paused momentarily before placing a finger on a separate clause of the treaty, "There is one stipulation, madame ambassador. Your kingdom will commit to maintaining safety on the high seas during peace times and allocate sufficient resources to conduct anti-piracy patrols within your nation's territorial waters."

The page quickly placed a second, smaller treaty from her purse. "Lastly," Purij continued. "The Republic would like to establish a permanent embassy in your capital. The RKK would be welcome to do the same in Kusko. What say you to these two proposals? The Republic is anxious to begin a profitable trade relationship with the nations of the world. Purij then gestured to the Large Hulk traveling with his Caravela. "Upon your acceptance, this ship is full of valuable items is set to begin that relationship."


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Yachakuj Hatunsapa looked down at her diplomatic attaché from the crow's nest of one of the large hulks they were traveling on. Everything was wet. Everyone was exhausted. The night before was a terrifying blur now. A large storm had abruptly formed on the high seas and pushed them off course. Reluctantly, Yachakuj yielded but not before hours of battling large waves and wild rains.

Mother would have been able to beat the ocean, Yachakuj thought. "Land, ho!" Shouted a sailor at the bow. Though they had been dispatched from Kusko for a diplomatic mission to the Flegian Repentancy, this archipelago was not their destination. The storm had pushed them far south and taken a majority of their food supplies overboard and they needed to restock. Yachakuj, an avid student of geography, knew instead the Meridionalis Isles lay before her vessels.

"Prepare to land and forage for supplies." She hollered while skillfully sliding down the rope rigging attached to the mast. "We travel light; only hunting gear should be necessary."

Yachakuj and a group of 20 marines lands and begins to move inland to find game and wild plants to collect.


"PUSH!" shouted Sani. "HARDER! PULL," shouted Wawki. "YES!" "Keep going! Don't stop!" After hours of sweat and grunting, the wagon came unstuck from the mud. The group of men collapsed into the muck as the wagon lurched forward.

"Well done. Rest easy, men." Sani said from the ground. He himself was sprawled out among them in the mud. "We'll take a breather to collect ourselves."

Wawki, who had managed to keep mostly clean snickered, but walked away to attend to the horses. Later that evening the expeditionary force was on the move again. Travelling on the shore of the river, as they had gone before, most of the supplies and heavy weapons were on a large raft being dragged by oxen in the middle of their column. Yet this trip had necessitated additional supplies and thus the wagon that had gotten caught. Wawki drove the heavy cart while Sani rode next to him.

"Nice weather we've got tonight..." Wawki began with a grin looking up at the sky. "Shut up," Sani said. He hated small talk.

The expeditionary force continues working its way up the great river in Phikas.

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    Personality: cerebral, cautious, secretive

    Details: Little is known of House Yura'illapa beyond their historical association with the Kusko Mage's College. It is said each member of the house is adept in magic. Purij, despite being the oldest member of his house, is still relatively young for an elf. Older generations of the house inexplicably began disappearing after the Great Collapse.

    Kichwa name translation: Traveler White Lightning

 
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Outsiders have come to our shores

Akyi had been out gathering plants, herbs and various other things the shaman, Kefki needed. There had been a storm earlier and some parts of the ground were still wet making it hard to find dry herbs and plants. This part of the island was normally quite but she could still hear something, it sounded like people moving, but she knew that no tribes lived here, she decided to travel to the source of the noises and came to a small hill overlooking the source of the commotion, "Outmen" she said to herself as she examined them from afar.

She wanted to go tell the tribes or a shaman but she wasn't a tracker and she didn't want to loose them, so she continued to skulk around the edge of the hill. At this point however her luck ran out and some stone broke off under her foot and she tumbled down the small hill right next to the group of marines, she sprung to her feet and just stared at the men and their leader "Outmen with ears like knives" she said looking at Yachakuj, she had heard legends of these people but had never seen them.
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    Personality: curious, excited, strong willed (as are a lot of tribes people)

    Details: Akyi is the tribes alchemist and aprentice to Kefki the shaman

    Tribe: The Flying Stags


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Antonius thought about the offer for a second and talked it out with the captain of the ship. "What say you?" Antonius asked. "I see no problem with this, both parties benefit from this deal" he responded. Antonius simply nodded his head at the captain before turning back to the foreigners. "Very well. As one of the members of the Aupaxian Imperial Council, I hereby declare this deal official." The captain handed the Admiral a feather pen, which he used to sign the documents. "We shall begin shipments immediately, provided you tell us where to deliver the goods. You can drop those good off at Croton, down South, just past the islands. From there, take the road South-East to Truphia (There are roads connecting every major city, if they are not separated).
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Time had passed silently in United Nenia, King Esra had built a strong kingdom all while avoiding the world around him. In the main courtyard several men and elves were training in hand to hand combat and longswords, the army he needed to bend the rest of Nenia to him was still being built. However, even the king of the island knew he couldn't stay holed up in Cegate forever, fire rained from the sky, and his people were restless. He had the army, now he needed to make a decision, either strengthen his hold on the kingdom he had or march East.

After some time watching his new men at arms train he entered the council chamber of his keep where several key lords of the realm waited. They very clearly divided themselves between men and elves only showing up for their loyalty to the King. After the dull and boring reports of common folk paying their taxes and the usual bickering between the lords over land. The meeting finally came to King Esra's decision to march East or retain his army within the Kingdom.

"We have the force sire, give the order and the standard of the dual eagle marches to the sea!"

"We should keep our force here, in case someone threatens us from the sea!"

Esra stared almost lost into the map of Nenia, he knew it was his destiny to build a nation here and now. "Gather the banners, and all loyal subjects. We march to the sea!" a thunderous applause and grand amount of cheering from the lords drowned out any complaints. As Esra sent word to his bannermen to assemble the United Nenia army to bring the island under heel, the outside world came to his shores.

Lord Ivar Gerant of house Gerant, lords of the golden ports was brought out with his personal guard when a commoner reported a strange ship approaching port. Geranport was a wealthy trade center for Nenia and was critical in the island trade network prior to everything falling apart, as such House Gerant was immensely wealthy. When the vessel came into port Gerant along with his guard approached it and greeted the foreigners, "welcome to Geranport, under his majesty King Esra of United Nenia, I have the esteem pleasure of welcoming you to his realm. How may I help you?" Comrade in the Shade Comrade in the Shade

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Lord Ivar Gerant, lord of the coin.

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Meanwhile throughout United Nenia, knights and bannermen began to assemble their fighting forces in preparation of the grand campaign to unite the island. Various colorful banners and flags of the numerous houses formed in the new kingdom created a tapestry that inspired bards to follow the mass accompaniment of troops creating song and tales in hopes of catching what they felt would be a glorious crusade.
 
Republic of the Divine Sun

Geranport, United Nenia (CC: Kasierwolf Kasierwolf )

Ñusta Chakisapa descended from her Caravela on a sturdy plank with a skip in her step. It was her first diplomatic mission. Her first chance to make a difference for the Republic and the world. Ñusta was followed by a page and two members of her military attaché. The young envoy bowed deeply to Lord Ivar Gerant.

"Good day to you, m'lord." She bowed again. "I am Ñusta of House Chakisapa. I come to your harbor and noble kingdom as Duly Appointed Representative of the Republic of the Divine Sun. My father speaks highly of your golden port, m'lord. Though we may not have formal relations, I assure you commerce has flowed between our nations. Naturally as good neighbors, the Republic would like to rectify our lack of diplomatic communications."

Two more men came down the blank with a small table and placed it between Ñusta and Lord Ivar. The page presented a document from his purse. The parchment was affixed with the official seal of the Republic. There was already formal treaty language on the parchment, but there was clearly plenty of room for additional clauses and revisions.

"If you are willing and able to represent your most honorable king, we would like to treat with you. The treaty before you is a trade agreement. The Republic is a nation of seafaring traders. If you allow us to establish formal trade routes and merchant enclaves in your lands, United Nenia would gain access to our valuable markets and wares. Of course, the agreement would be reciprocal. Your great nation would be allowed the same privileges in Republican territories." She paused momentarily before placing a finger on a separate clause of the treaty, "There is one stipulation, m'lord. Your great nation will commit to maintaining safety on the high seas during peace times and allocate sufficient resources to conduct anti-piracy patrols within your empire's territorial waters."

The Republican diplomat then pulled a second, smaller treaty from her own purse. "Lastly, the Republic would like to establish a permanent embassy in Cegate. United Nenia would be welcome to do the same. What say you to these two proposals? The Republic is anxious to begin a legitimate and lucrative trade relationship with the nations of the world. It is our hope that trade and business will make us all close friends!" She gestured to the Large Hulk that was traveling with her Caravela. It was not yet docked. "Upon your acceptance, this ship is full of items to do just that!"


Northern Aupaxian Sea (CC: Clockwork_Magic Clockwork_Magic )

Yachachij was delighted. "Well done, Admiral Antonious. And well met!" She snapped her fingers in a lighthearted gesture. The Republican diplomat pulled one last document from her purse. It was a beautifully detailed, gilded nautical map to the Republic. She handed it to the admiral. "Here. A personal gift from House Hatunsapa," she said. "This will provide sufficient directions to the Republic's capital city of Kusko. I must return there but rest assured," she pointed to the Large Hulk, "this boat will make its way to Croton. May it be the first of many trade vessels to pass between our friendly harbors. Soon too shall an envoy present himself in Truphia. His staff will no doubt need to negotiate the establishment of the Republic's embassy." Yachachij retrieved the signed parchment. A Republican page had, by then, also come aboard to make copies for the Aupaxians. Once done, both bowed and returned to the Caravela.

Trade begins to flow between the Aupaxian Empire and the Republic of the Divine Sun and an embassy is established in the Aupaxian capital.


The Meridionalis Isles (CC: KindlyPlagueDoctor KindlyPlagueDoctor )

Yachakuj's ears twitched. It was true. Her ears were very pointy despite her mixed, halfling background. She took no offense to the woman's verbalized observation but it wasn't insignificant. Yet she was a curious woman and questions big and small flooded her mind. "Hail," Yachakuj began slowly raising her hand in an attempt at a non-threating gesture. "We are from the Republic of the Divine Sun. My name is Yachakuj Hatunsapa. Our ships were forced south by the storm and took our food supplies. This is why we are here forging. I humbly apologize if this is your land."

While she spoke deliberately, Yachakuj's mind was mulling over the situation. She thought of her history lesson on the Meridionalis Isles. She couldn't remember anything remarkable about them and her mother's extensive tales of exploration never included stories of the isles. Perhaps there could be some benefit to landing here. Yachakuj pressed ahead, "M'lady, we are on a peaceful diplomatic mission. We are a nation of traders and hope to do business will all peoples. Do you belong to some kingdom?"

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    Personality: gregarious, idealistic, ferocious

    Details: Unlike her father, Ñusta has never known struggle in her life. She is a brilliant philosopher-warrior specializing in naval tactics. A talented poet too.

    Kichwa name translation: Princess Stinky foot

 
Gerant after listening to Nusta was impressed, years ago trade to his hold was prosperous and he did indeed notice the Republic's growing flow of coin. He took his right hand and tipped his helmet toward his guest, "Lady Chakisapa, I believe his majesty, King Esra would be more than happy to sign such a document. As lord of this port I am authorized to approve trade pacts that strengthen the kingdom, to which this does, but I'll need him to personally agree to....well this." He pointed to the clause of protecting ships from piracy, "I'll send a copy to Cegate, along with recommendation for your embassy. In the meantime, feel free to stay here and make yourselves at home. Geranport is a trade haven, we see many different people here and we welcome them with open arms. Till the royal fleet is commissioned by the King to honor the clause, my own personal fleet will guarantee your ships safety to Neniaese ports."

Gerant tried to impress his guest with the personal favor of his fleet, but truth be told, he held the most ships in United Nenia anyway and effectively was responsible by King Esra to protect trade regardless. A rather poor trait his father held, likely to be held by his sons, the Gerant family has always been a family of overconfident and prideful individuals.
A rider carrying the document to be signed by the King or his court would be sent, it signed by Gerant approving the trade deal and request for a proper embassy in Cegate for the Republic while requesting a member of the court to go to the Republic to represent the Kingdom in turn.
 
Lord Coran Wallace decided to fight, his army staged to the North of the Farandhir river in Eastern Nenia.

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Days prior to meeting Lord Wallace, King Esra and his forces marched through mid Nenia onto the holds and lesser kingdoms, subjugating them with ease. Central Nenia was little more than farmland settled by humans centuries ago, ruled over lords within small keeps and employing knights with pitiful equipment. When the large army came, the farm lords swore fealty quickly to avoid bloodshed and practically fed the United army. Esra asked his new sworn lords of what opposition he might face, they told him of the city of Bledore and the kingdom of House Vargas, in the years Esra united his people to the West, Nenia underwent a bloody transition. Three distinct kingdoms formed beyond the borders of United Nenia, two of these kingdoms were predominant human ruled states, the other mainly elves. A brutal race war instigated by a man the locals called Lord Wallace forced a mass migration of Elves to the North where they organized themselves into a proper kingdom for protection. The racial violence that plagued Western Nenia had also afflicted the East and North, but Esra managed to stop it, in the West, Humans and Elves were still butchering each other.

When Esra asked if the fighting was still ongoing, they couldn't answer, House Vargas remained neutral, selling food to both the Elvish kingdom and Wallace. After several days camping out and deploying scouts to Bledore, Esra decided to march on the city and seize the Central territories of Nenia before pushing on to the East and North. As his force approached a massive open field they noticed a large town built into steppe appear in the distance, as well as a large force of men moving about preparing what looked like defenses. Esra motioned his riders to parlay with the defenders, to which they agreed, a tent was built midway between the open field where Esra would meet Lord Vargas the king of the central territories. While he waited in the tent, his forces were getting ready for a full scale assault on the city. Even the best generals could tell once they broke the initial defense lines, the city would fall as it was clearly never made to withstand a large invasion, no the power of this kingdom had to come from one thing and that was the mutual need for its food to keep flowing unhindered. Several riders on horseback approached the tent as Esra's personal guard readied themselves for the worst possible situation, the riders stopped a few feet from the tent and two men dismounted, walking toward it with their hands up. As they entered Esra got a better look the two, one was an elf, a very...very old elf and the other a man in his early fifties. Esra stood up asking, "Lord Vargas?", to his surprise the elf responded, "aye...you're speaking to him" Esra was slightly confused but regardless pressed forward. "You're lord Vargas?", the elf again replied in a rather annoyed tone, "I am Lord Vargas of Bledore, first of his name and chosen by these poor souls to govern them" he shifted his head and nodded to the man next to him, "This is Welleck, my lord commander as it were, we've come to entertain your parlay." Esra was amused, he thought the elves had fled completely and now here stood one, ruling a country. "Do you know who I am?" Esra asked curious to hear what the old elf had to say, Vargas grunted almost disinterested at the question, "everyone knows who you are, King of the West, King of United Nenia...the two headed eagle the commonfolk say. Damn...you're a lot shorter than I thought." It wasn't the response he wanted, but Esra now knew how aware people beyond his borders were of him, "I've come here, to ask for you to swear fealty to me, as the one true king of Nenia. I intend to end the bloodshed and unite our people as we attempted before chaos gripped the world." Vargas now showed a different expression, not one of annoyance but of amusement, "I knew you came to bark at us...bend the knee and all. But to end the fighting, hell, I'd be impressed if you did." Esra waved his hand to a pair of chairs within the tent and motioned for them to sit down, "why would that be?". Vargas sat down slowly showing his advanced age while Welleck kept standing over him staring at Esra with no emotion, "Well kid, where do I begin? A couple years ago...while you were uniting man and elf into that realm of yours. Lord Coran Wallace was doing his best to keep the East divided, he organized a massive revolt against the Elvish lords that ruled the Eastern region and seized the castle at Farandhir river. He's been waging a genocidal war against my people ever since, forced them to the North and here. Wallace...the I'm uncultured, has a damn good army, he's beaten the Elves and killed women and children. He intends to purge elf kind off our island, and from what I hear...he isn't fond of...well...you." as Vargas told Esra of Wallace he began looking around the tent noticing his guards and looking at the members who were elves. Esra finally pushed a response after hearing of the ongoing war in the North, "If Wallace is so keen on killing Elves, why hasn't he attacked you?" Vargas gave a dry weary laugh, "cause he ain't stupid, all those racist pricks in his army...gotta eat they do. My kingdom, we don't have...alot, soldiers, knights...I bet the first keeps just gave up at the sight of you didn't they? well that's not our strength, see Wallace tried to fuck with me...TRIED. But when you burn field after field of wheat and corn and whatever the bastard needs, well, fatboy learned quick not to bite the hand that feeds. He's too busy fighting and killing in the North to spare men to farm anyway, so he sends coin and I send food." Esra replied in a rather accusative manner, "so you freely feed the man that kills your people?" Vargas didn't show much in response as if he had been asked that every day for the last 100 years of his life, "I also feed the Elves in the North, my Kingdom is extremely wealthy lad. We don't do much fighting, cause we don't have to, the West has farm lands and fishing grounds but those morons are butchering each other and looking for a quick fix. I do charge the Elves far lower than Wallace. I'm not stupid, I know what'll happen if he wins."
An awkward pause filled the tent, Vargas broke it coughing roughly, "I'm getting tired, so here's my offer. I'll bend knee, swear to you and all that...but not now." Esra was confused, but he had some small idea where this was going, "I'll not only bend the knee after you do this one task I ask of you, but i'll convince Rha Al'Sa and his people in the North to join you. And hell, you're gonna give them a good reason to..." Vargas starting coughing again and Esra had one of the guards pour him some wine. As Vargas downed the wine Esra responded, "You want me to march on Farandhir." Vargas for the first time in the entire meeting, smiled, "smart lad, look, he's the only one with anything to lose with a United Nenia. He'll fight you tooth and nail the entire time, and he'll keep making bad blood between humans and elves. Hell he's the only reason the East has been divided for this long. Take, Farandhir, kill Wallace and i'll bring the Elves of the East right to you." Esra knew his options, on one hand he could refuse the offer, storm the city and install a lower lord over the region. But Vargas wasn't lying to him, within days of marching from Bledore the commonfolk loyal to Vargas would burn the fields and leave his army miles from the nearest food source in hostile territory. But he also knew of Farandhir, the elves of the old empire chose the location for a reason, the castle was more like a citadel located right on the river and surrounded by rough terrain. It was built to be the center of power for the Elvish colonist, now it held a genocidal maniac, an assault would be costly and if Vargas did betray him the elves of Nenia would be at a good position to destroy him and his kingdom. But something about the old elf, something off made him feel that he could trust him, the old fool told him everything and didn't seem too hostile if at all. But what struck Esra to agree to this deal, to take his army and divert it East was the simple truth, that the Elves of Nenia were being systematically exterminated in the East. Vargas knew he was running out of time, and was willing to gamble coming out to Esra's parlay and tell him all of this.

After a day of rest, the United army of Nenia marched East, toward Farandhir. Vargas gave them enough food and supplies to last months in the region but could not spare his own army in the event Esra failed. The army marched from the sunny open plains of Central Nenia and into the dark forest of the East, rough terrain slowed their march to a crawl, scouts reported abandoned towns and villages. Something was off here, something wasn't right, Elvish colonies littered the Eastern forest but now were ghost towns. One scout requested the King's presence at what his group found at a village near a creek leading into the main river. When Esra and his guard arrived the first thing he saw was one of the scouts vomiting and visibly shaken up. They had stumbled on a mass grave, thousands of Elves men, women and children, all slaughtered and thrown into a dug out trench. "We've found several of them sire, it's.....horrid." Esra was shocked, he heard of it, knew of it...but to see it was something he wasn't ready for. Even the chaos that consumed Cegate, in all that madness even in the West the men and elves never did this. They never crossed that line. His eyes rested on the corpse of one of the smaller bodies, "It's a child....a fucking...child..." his shock was turning into rage, anger the entire time he sat on a throne and mulled with his lords and petty politics of his realm, this man was slaughtering innocent people. "SIRE!" breaking his gaze was another scout on horseback, galloping as fast as he could toward them, "they know we're coming, thousands my lord, they're assembling at the river." Esra and his guard regrouped with the main army, they slowly made their way to the rivers edge, and barely a mile off was the castle rising from the forest. And the other side of the river bank were various soldiers, spear and shields rowing up as other men behind them moved into formation. "Your orders sire?", Esra heard his captain but only focused on the men of the other side getting ready to engage his forces, but he had already made up his mind. There would be no parlay here, "tell all companies to prepare for battle. scouts to search for a forging point, no quarter captain." The captain ran off to pass the message. Lord Coran Wallace decided to fight, his army staged to the North of the Farandhir river in Eastern Nenia. The battle for Farandhir was about to begin, and with it the Second unification war of Nenia.
 
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