Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
THE TORN BANNER:
HONOUR
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Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
THE CITY OF JORVIK, GREATER CAMPRI
09:53, 1409
Alas. Yet another beautiful day within the Capital. The flags of the Order ran high amongst the tile rooftops that protected what may lay underneath. It's citizens carrying out their daily duties, as always. A dense jungle of concrete and stone - and yet it's architecture could still bring out the appeal of such a scene. Such a day was truly something to treasure.
But, not for His Lord Honoris, Dominus Albin Excillius XI. Only yet another day filled with responsibilities and duties vital to providing the Kingdom with a foundation to lay upon. Though subtle, the Dominus' worries of the Snow Pulchri bringing fourth their supremacist groups upon the land of Man had only grown. Though a minority, the still maintained and respectable and fashionable position within the Court of Gold. Just one mistake and another conflict may arise. And the Centaurs...
09:53, 1409
Alas. Yet another beautiful day within the Capital. The flags of the Order ran high amongst the tile rooftops that protected what may lay underneath. It's citizens carrying out their daily duties, as always. A dense jungle of concrete and stone - and yet it's architecture could still bring out the appeal of such a scene. Such a day was truly something to treasure.
But, not for His Lord Honoris, Dominus Albin Excillius XI. Only yet another day filled with responsibilities and duties vital to providing the Kingdom with a foundation to lay upon. Though subtle, the Dominus' worries of the Snow Pulchri bringing fourth their supremacist groups upon the land of Man had only grown. Though a minority, the still maintained and respectable and fashionable position within the Court of Gold. Just one mistake and another conflict may arise. And the Centaurs...
A Chamberlain pried opened the doors to the Chamber of the Dominus. They clearly refused to make conversation. Most likely to not interrupt any of the Dominus' important duties. Such a wise decision, of course.
The Dominus composed a letter. Word of a Realm with an unmatched naval force had reached the mainland. Beneficially, this Realm was located only south of Campri. It only made messaging this Realm far more easier than it could ever be. And it was best to begin breaking out of this state of isolationist fear. Survival may depend on it.
His Lord Honoris attached this royal document upon the body of a Tabellarium Machina. This complex device took off out through the open window that granted light entry into the Dominus' Chambers. Away it flew, with its own mission.
I bring honours before your name, Stranger.
It has come to my attention of the existence of your Realm only found South to my own. Weeks of research has enlightened me with basic knowledge of what you behold and has now attracted my interest. If it was not clear before, I would like to strike an attempt of communicating between our parties with a series of negotiations to hopefully forge what may meld into a strong partnership.
Regards, The Dominus of Greater Campri.
SirDerpingtonIV
The Dominus composed a letter. Word of a Realm with an unmatched naval force had reached the mainland. Beneficially, this Realm was located only south of Campri. It only made messaging this Realm far more easier than it could ever be. And it was best to begin breaking out of this state of isolationist fear. Survival may depend on it.
His Lord Honoris attached this royal document upon the body of a Tabellarium Machina. This complex device took off out through the open window that granted light entry into the Dominus' Chambers. Away it flew, with its own mission.
I bring honours before your name, Stranger.
It has come to my attention of the existence of your Realm only found South to my own. Weeks of research has enlightened me with basic knowledge of what you behold and has now attracted my interest. If it was not clear before, I would like to strike an attempt of communicating between our parties with a series of negotiations to hopefully forge what may meld into a strong partnership.
Regards, The Dominus of Greater Campri.
SirDerpingtonIV
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CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Meradoth, Hikann Empire capital
The grand capital of Meradoth is a bustling city, never one to fully sleep. Going throughout the streets, centuar (and a dwarve here and there) would be seen trotting, stopping at shops and heading off to their jobs, it was a city of lights. Every inch of the city stood tall and prosperous, a true landmark of the centuarian people, who have long since escaped their past....but still keep it in mind. As you got closer to the center, the population would become more diverse, to middle class, to higher class, to nobles....and of course, the chambers of the emperor and his council members, the government of the Hikann Empire. From the outside of the Golden lined, magnificent walls, centuar and dwarve alike would remain merry and content, as their realm remained peaceful for years, but inside the government headquarters tensions only seemed to rise, if only a little at a time, as the years gone by council men warning and emperor again and again about how the human population far supassed any other throughout the realms, and how some of then could still be prone to the ways of before the war. The emperor, despite the ongoing tensions, remained happy, bright and vibrant....which didn't seem possible for a being known to have lived since before the great wars. Yet another meeting called by the higher council and approved by the emperor, only to bore him with the same news, "-over populate the entirety of the realms, if we don't try to do something, it will be just like the great w-", "do something?, ha!, we are better off fortifying ourselves and staying alert, and making peace and allience with other races is also goo-" "silence" the emperor finally spoke, razing his hand and hushing the crowd, "there is no need for all this worry....if they attack, well be ready, and if they still hold the intense segregation of the old world in their hearts, then it is their own folly, this meeting is dismissed" he said, walking away from the meeting table and towards his private sector, walking through giant doors as two private guards. The council left with different thoughts, some with fear, some with doubt, some even more angry at how "blind" the emperor was, but none with defeat. Walking through the empty hall towards his throne, the emperor passed said throne and headed into his sleeping chambers, the line of guards stiffening as he walked through, but the emperor wasn't done yet. One locked inside his bedroom, he pulled a simple looking vase, secretly a lever, which opened into a hidden corridor, that closed behind him. Finishing his walk down the stairs, he stopped in a room lined with books and dim light, a couple of discarded journals, and a centuar child of young, strapped to a table. The emperor looked down at the child, slight pity in his eyes, but a darkness there still, as his hands hovered over the child...and all at once, green lightning flew from his hands, the child woke with pain, then died as quickly as he woke, turning into a skeleton, then into dusr, the life energy depleted completly. On the opposite end, the emperor looked younger than ever, by about 30 years of more, all thanks to the child's pure and young energy....the emperor would do this again at the same day, each year, forever. The emperor was a necromancer.
The grand capital of Meradoth is a bustling city, never one to fully sleep. Going throughout the streets, centuar (and a dwarve here and there) would be seen trotting, stopping at shops and heading off to their jobs, it was a city of lights. Every inch of the city stood tall and prosperous, a true landmark of the centuarian people, who have long since escaped their past....but still keep it in mind. As you got closer to the center, the population would become more diverse, to middle class, to higher class, to nobles....and of course, the chambers of the emperor and his council members, the government of the Hikann Empire. From the outside of the Golden lined, magnificent walls, centuar and dwarve alike would remain merry and content, as their realm remained peaceful for years, but inside the government headquarters tensions only seemed to rise, if only a little at a time, as the years gone by council men warning and emperor again and again about how the human population far supassed any other throughout the realms, and how some of then could still be prone to the ways of before the war. The emperor, despite the ongoing tensions, remained happy, bright and vibrant....which didn't seem possible for a being known to have lived since before the great wars. Yet another meeting called by the higher council and approved by the emperor, only to bore him with the same news, "-over populate the entirety of the realms, if we don't try to do something, it will be just like the great w-", "do something?, ha!, we are better off fortifying ourselves and staying alert, and making peace and allience with other races is also goo-" "silence" the emperor finally spoke, razing his hand and hushing the crowd, "there is no need for all this worry....if they attack, well be ready, and if they still hold the intense segregation of the old world in their hearts, then it is their own folly, this meeting is dismissed" he said, walking away from the meeting table and towards his private sector, walking through giant doors as two private guards. The council left with different thoughts, some with fear, some with doubt, some even more angry at how "blind" the emperor was, but none with defeat. Walking through the empty hall towards his throne, the emperor passed said throne and headed into his sleeping chambers, the line of guards stiffening as he walked through, but the emperor wasn't done yet. One locked inside his bedroom, he pulled a simple looking vase, secretly a lever, which opened into a hidden corridor, that closed behind him. Finishing his walk down the stairs, he stopped in a room lined with books and dim light, a couple of discarded journals, and a centuar child of young, strapped to a table. The emperor looked down at the child, slight pity in his eyes, but a darkness there still, as his hands hovered over the child...and all at once, green lightning flew from his hands, the child woke with pain, then died as quickly as he woke, turning into a skeleton, then into dusr, the life energy depleted completly. On the opposite end, the emperor looked younger than ever, by about 30 years of more, all thanks to the child's pure and young energy....the emperor would do this again at the same day, each year, forever. The emperor was a necromancer.
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
The city of Sunderbad
[Arlan's Capital]
The rebellion was won. Oros was dissolved and Arlan at long last have gained independence. With it came the perks of wealth after looting Oros' treasury. It would seem that the once great empire was no more and left to petty vassals and Lords. Of course such freedom had come at a great price. The King's son, that is Ser Alabaster Persher being killed at the Battle of Hershing, a battle near the border of western Arlan. Although their was a burial and mourning time, the new kingdom had to establish they were strong. Many of their cities on the outskirts were damaged in some shape or form. The north was ravaged by various barbaric tribes and raiders. Most of the military, mainly levies were demilitarizing and going home after such a war. Arlan needed security.[Arlan's Capital]
Of course the northern army had always traditionally been the latest and most elite of all the armies simply due to the harsh nature it controls. Constant raids and sieges against rogues, necromancers and other savage groups have seen the life wasted of many valiant young men. The west needed to be rebuilt although it was reported construction was going well. Of course his son and only heir left, Prince Francis IV would be overseeing the construction. What Arlan needed were allies. What better way to befriend the nations of other countries with a grand tournament. Although Henry's rule was left unchallenged, their still needed a coronation as per tradition. Grabbing parchment and an aid, he penned down a letter to be sent all throughout the land and across vast oceans.
"To the vast nations of this land which we live, we ask for recognition that the Kingdom of Arlan be made official. In celebration of the coronation of King Henry, the king which valiantly led the rebellion against the tyrannical emperor of Oros, we will be hosting a grand tournament in the nation's new capital Sunderbad. We will hold feasts for the Lord's, tournaments of great jousts and gladiator arenas. It will be a joyous month of festivities to celebrate the recent victories. We welcome all factions to attend although be warned. War will not start in Arlan nor shall it be settled. We welcome you, brave Lords and adventurers to join us in light of recent events. Raise your swords to the great warriors and raise then cup for the nights to come."
The document was signed by King Henry. Riders were dispersed to all areas of the empire and to all known nations of the world. Now that the formalities we're settled he turned his eyes to the two closest forces near him. One was an unmatched naval force. The other was an unmatched Airforce. There was a nation to his right with interesting peoples to say the least. He gave his chin a scratch. His right hand tickled a bit from the numerous burn scars he had although he had gotten used to it. He at least wouldn't be using his sword anymore. What threat could a naval nation possibly have? It was not as if trade was relied upon at sea. Perhaos he'll see there worth in the grand tourneys and festivities.
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Meradoth, Hikann Empire capital
Again in the capital, officials and council members worked hard to keep everything in check, although most of it was boring paperwork on the economy, industrial checks and balances, and getting bills out to the public. The emperor was planning another state dinner, where he and the state council official would deliver his report in the form of a relaxed fancy restaurant.
Fort Krane, Hikann Empire border
The border control had a fairly simple job, watch border and protect it from various threats, which was usually limited to animals, raiders, and the occasional anarchist centuarian tribe (all really easy). With an easy routine, an armored group of humans randomly approaching their fort at high speed put the guards on full alert, waiting on standby, the ranged reading their bows, and a 10 centuar convoy sent to ask then, and eventually "escort" them to the capital.
A message shortly sent to the capital soon after, the higher council would intercept this and warily inform the emperor, who would tell them to have the messenger of the group to meet with him, so they could discuss their reasoning of being there. The group would be sent back, a message wrote by the council, interpeted from the emperors words, stating that they would be there.
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HeckingHeck
Again in the capital, officials and council members worked hard to keep everything in check, although most of it was boring paperwork on the economy, industrial checks and balances, and getting bills out to the public. The emperor was planning another state dinner, where he and the state council official would deliver his report in the form of a relaxed fancy restaurant.
Fort Krane, Hikann Empire border
The border control had a fairly simple job, watch border and protect it from various threats, which was usually limited to animals, raiders, and the occasional anarchist centuarian tribe (all really easy). With an easy routine, an armored group of humans randomly approaching their fort at high speed put the guards on full alert, waiting on standby, the ranged reading their bows, and a 10 centuar convoy sent to ask then, and eventually "escort" them to the capital.
A message shortly sent to the capital soon after, the higher council would intercept this and warily inform the emperor, who would tell them to have the messenger of the group to meet with him, so they could discuss their reasoning of being there. The group would be sent back, a message wrote by the council, interpeted from the emperors words, stating that they would be there.
Sealed with the royal centuarian seal, the message said as such
"From the emperor of the Hikann Empire, we humbly accept your invitation to this grand tournament, in which we will bring with us some of our finest warriors to participate in the sparring. It should be noted that the emperor has also decided to attend this event your kingdom has hosted, though as a spectator of course, in hopes of learning more about your people, and possibly discussing trade and other international transactions. The emperor also openly accepts the Kingdom of Arlan as an equal and possibly a future ally, and wishes the best of your future, the emperor knows well of the Oros, and is glad to see their tyranny end. Signed, the high Council of Hikann
"From the emperor of the Hikann Empire, we humbly accept your invitation to this grand tournament, in which we will bring with us some of our finest warriors to participate in the sparring. It should be noted that the emperor has also decided to attend this event your kingdom has hosted, though as a spectator of course, in hopes of learning more about your people, and possibly discussing trade and other international transactions. The emperor also openly accepts the Kingdom of Arlan as an equal and possibly a future ally, and wishes the best of your future, the emperor knows well of the Oros, and is glad to see their tyranny end. Signed, the high Council of Hikann
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
FORT WARKRIM, THE BORDER OF GREATER CAMPRI
13:22, 1409
An Assembly of the Dominus' Ranks lined up in the formation of a single file along the platforms of the hardy stone walls. Reports came in of an approaching party of riders. Be they threat or not, it was uncertain. But such a thing should be prepared for. Each soldier readied their rifle - with an aim fixed upon those on horseback.
An Observet soon came about to notify the lot of those who approached. None of these foreigners head their weapons ready, nor did they even appear ready for battle. The Assembly's Maior Communia soon instructed a Strike Cell of Equitems to greet these foreign travellers before they could reach the gates of Warkrim.
Each of these men soon donned their gear and took position upon a horse. Each of the four rode through the temporary opening of the gate to intercept these strangers and determine whether they were to be considered threats.
CORPORIS LUKNIV, 4. ROYAL GUARDS ASSEMBLY
13:34, 1409
Four stallions encased in steel shells charged towards the approaching party of foreign assets. Upon them, a rider for each horse could be found atop - settled within the saddle that was confined to the back of this fierce beast.
Corporis Lukniv of the 4. Royal Guards led the Strike Cell to whoever these lot were. Each member of the Cell had a rifle in both hands, ready for if the situation called for drastic action. Not before the situation had been analysed, of course.
Metres were only apart between the two parties. As soon as the Corporis was within audible range, he began with a standard procedure greeting intended for all unknown entities. "Strangers, hold your horses and state your reasons for your unregistered entry into the territory of the Order. Failure to comply will require drastic action. I advice against doing so."
H HeckingHeck
13:22, 1409
An Assembly of the Dominus' Ranks lined up in the formation of a single file along the platforms of the hardy stone walls. Reports came in of an approaching party of riders. Be they threat or not, it was uncertain. But such a thing should be prepared for. Each soldier readied their rifle - with an aim fixed upon those on horseback.
An Observet soon came about to notify the lot of those who approached. None of these foreigners head their weapons ready, nor did they even appear ready for battle. The Assembly's Maior Communia soon instructed a Strike Cell of Equitems to greet these foreign travellers before they could reach the gates of Warkrim.
Each of these men soon donned their gear and took position upon a horse. Each of the four rode through the temporary opening of the gate to intercept these strangers and determine whether they were to be considered threats.
CORPORIS LUKNIV, 4. ROYAL GUARDS ASSEMBLY
13:34, 1409
Four stallions encased in steel shells charged towards the approaching party of foreign assets. Upon them, a rider for each horse could be found atop - settled within the saddle that was confined to the back of this fierce beast.
Corporis Lukniv of the 4. Royal Guards led the Strike Cell to whoever these lot were. Each member of the Cell had a rifle in both hands, ready for if the situation called for drastic action. Not before the situation had been analysed, of course.
Metres were only apart between the two parties. As soon as the Corporis was within audible range, he began with a standard procedure greeting intended for all unknown entities. "Strangers, hold your horses and state your reasons for your unregistered entry into the territory of the Order. Failure to comply will require drastic action. I advice against doing so."
H HeckingHeck
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Messenger Lorras Polium
The riders heading for Greater Camprin were trained to be in combat. They were trained to be under fire and professionally they were scouts. This training was unneeded, so Lorras thought, for something as lowly as sending a message. He was a peasant after all hwoever and as such could only do his Lord's bidding. That included going through the ruins if Oros and dodging bandits and scavengers constantly. Regardless, he didn't expect a kingdom to react with such force for a group of riders bearing the banner of a kingdom. They also didn't expect such force for such a small group of riders unconcerned with bringing out their weapons. Swords were still sheathed to their horse and rifles still on their back. Lorras struggled to keep his cool. Upon hearing the words they immediately halted their horses, holding their banner high.
"We come on a peaceful mission from Arlan. We bear a message from our king. We..." Lorras took a deep breath and nodded at his three companions, "We come in peace and mean no harm"
Lorras held out a piece of parchment sealed with the symbol of the king. For all the trouble of delivering a message for the king he hoped he would get a raise. It was a doubtful thought though as he stared at their pursuers.
Axel The Englishman
Sunderbad
After the trip to the kingdom of Centaurs and dwarves it appears that the riders have returned. With it brought many cheers and the beginning of many drinks to come. Warriors brandished the swords and weary travelers welcomed the ale. In the streets many were preparing for the grand tournaments to come. The city's colosseum, built hundreds of years ago even before the time of Oros was being fit for the many gladiator fights to come. For such an old building it was still flourishing with life. Peasants and nobles all placed bets on who they thought would win. The arena would be the staging ground for many jousts, duels and tournaments of strengths and wonders of the world. Colorful banners displayed the colors of the king and his Lord's. Knights showed off feats of muscle and armor proudly displaying their swords and coat of arms. Soldiers stood proudly on the streets and walls wearing the armor of the King. After the rebellion the Kingdom will rebuild and become even better than Oros ever was. At least, that was the hope.
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
CORPORIS LUKNIV, 4. ROYAL GUARDS ASSEMBLY
13:36, 1409
The Corporis of the Strike Cell nodded towards his fellow companions. It was unclear on what was meant by this simple gesture, but presumably a sign of the Corporis' approval of the presence of these foreign travellers.
"I shall take this message that you carry and have one of my men deliver it to the Dominus." Spoke the man in a calm yet gruff tone. Professionalism was key within the Ranks and must be upheld at all costs. "The rest of my Strike Cell and I will escort you out of the Order's territory."
The Field Officer took hold of the message that was intended for the ruler of Greater Campri. This document soon found it in the hands of another armoured combatant of the Strike Cell. The lad took off, whilst those who stayed soon escorted the foreigners out of the Order's borders.
THE DOMINUS
15:12, 1409
A soldier of youthful features had delivered a message that was only for the eyes of His Lord Honoris. Though this had never been stated, it would be best to neither peek upon words intended for another man.
Though this young warrior never delivered this message in person it still managed to find itself within the palms of the Dominus' - who analysed each minuet detail that had been imprinted upon the delicate surface.
This letter was placed aside. The Dominus drew a piece of unmarked paper and brought fourth a pen to desecrate its surface with black liquid. After moments of striking letters upon this draft, it was time to send it off. The Dominus brought fourth yet another Machina. The document from ne ruler to another was carefully placed within the steel beak of this mechanical creature. Like the one before, it took off through the opened window and directed itself to the land that housed the receiver of such a document.
I bring honours before your name, Stranger.
I may assure you that the document that you had drafted and sent off to my realm via a dispatch of horse riders has managed to find itself within my own palms. I write as a response to declare that I will attend the tournaments that you have finely planned with an envoy of my finest guards.
For whoever will act as Champion to my realm - I shall declare this Champion to be none other than myself, with a series of subordinates that shall continue my will if I become unable to continue.
For your Declaration of Independence from the realm that had previously reigned over your territories and my support of such an act will depend on whether you are worthy of being such an independent kingdom.
Regards, The Dominus of Greater Campri.
H HeckingHeck
13:36, 1409
The Corporis of the Strike Cell nodded towards his fellow companions. It was unclear on what was meant by this simple gesture, but presumably a sign of the Corporis' approval of the presence of these foreign travellers.
"I shall take this message that you carry and have one of my men deliver it to the Dominus." Spoke the man in a calm yet gruff tone. Professionalism was key within the Ranks and must be upheld at all costs. "The rest of my Strike Cell and I will escort you out of the Order's territory."
The Field Officer took hold of the message that was intended for the ruler of Greater Campri. This document soon found it in the hands of another armoured combatant of the Strike Cell. The lad took off, whilst those who stayed soon escorted the foreigners out of the Order's borders.
THE DOMINUS
15:12, 1409
A soldier of youthful features had delivered a message that was only for the eyes of His Lord Honoris. Though this had never been stated, it would be best to neither peek upon words intended for another man.
Though this young warrior never delivered this message in person it still managed to find itself within the palms of the Dominus' - who analysed each minuet detail that had been imprinted upon the delicate surface.
This letter was placed aside. The Dominus drew a piece of unmarked paper and brought fourth a pen to desecrate its surface with black liquid. After moments of striking letters upon this draft, it was time to send it off. The Dominus brought fourth yet another Machina. The document from ne ruler to another was carefully placed within the steel beak of this mechanical creature. Like the one before, it took off through the opened window and directed itself to the land that housed the receiver of such a document.
I bring honours before your name, Stranger.
I may assure you that the document that you had drafted and sent off to my realm via a dispatch of horse riders has managed to find itself within my own palms. I write as a response to declare that I will attend the tournaments that you have finely planned with an envoy of my finest guards.
For whoever will act as Champion to my realm - I shall declare this Champion to be none other than myself, with a series of subordinates that shall continue my will if I become unable to continue.
For your Declaration of Independence from the realm that had previously reigned over your territories and my support of such an act will depend on whether you are worthy of being such an independent kingdom.
Regards, The Dominus of Greater Campri.
H HeckingHeck
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SirDerpingtonIV
A Campfire at the End of Time
Macigliano, Capital of Estoga
Outside the Iphrandi Embassy
A party of Estogan diplomats approached the low, rectangular building of white marble that was the Iphrandi Embassy within the city. The three Estogans, two men and one woman, were unarmed as they approached the enterance of the elegant one story building. It stuck out like a beacon among the taller Estogan buildings, all brightly colored and crowned with red roof tiles. The city was full of winding cobblestone streets, curving and bending with the contour of the hillside the city was built on, overlooking the busy harbor below. The city was reminiscent of a forgotten time, nostalgic almost. It had yet to witness the industrial change that the rest of the mainland had, so the loudest noise in its streets was the simple noise of the Estogan people. The streets held the warm aroma of the city's many bakeries, and the sound of chatter in the streets, even singing and music, from the city's main square before Lacillian Hall, the center of Estogan government and meeting place of the Council that ran the island. The Embassy was in another square not too far away from Lacillian Hall. Behind both buildings loomed the steep cliff side, above which sat the Palace of Estoga, the home of the island's royal family, and the symbol of Estoga's pride and freedom. After all, it was within the castle that the exiled King Ernand Talucia had slew the Orosian Lord Governor set in charge of the island. It had only been fifty three years since that duel, but to the island's residents, it still felt like only a yesterweek.Outside the Iphrandi Embassy
Estoga had spent enough time pulling itself together in the spirit of its newfound freedom. It was time to reach out to the other realms, in search of alliances to prevent a future colonization, in case the Royal Navy was not enough to do so. And so the three diplomats, one of whom being the Princess Miguelis, made their way up to the embassy. "Greetings, guardsmen," one of the men began. "I am Daniri Sarnellio, a Diplomat. We are the party that was seeking travel to Iphrand to discuss matters of interstate relations," he explained, a smile upon his face. "With me is Oprello Torte and the Princess Miguelis Talucia," he introduced, gesturing to the two beside him, who dipped their heads in greeting. The visit to Iphrand had been in planning for many months and the residents of the Embassy had been long informed of it. The Estogans seem to have even come prepared, in the heaviest clothing available to them, although whether or not it was enough to face the climate of the Iphrandi home land was another matter all together.
Within the palace of Estoga,
King Ernand sat upon his limestone throne, reading through the letter from the North that his couriers had carried to him. It was from a land he had never heard of, but judging by how well they knew the only other human nation they did, he considered it a good thing. The letter seemed to propose the opening of diplomatic talks, but its wording was odd enough to raise concern. Weeks of research upon Estoga? And what the island beheld was enough to attract interest? It was off certainly. However, he would give negotiations a chance. He began to write up a letter of his own.
To The Dominus of Greater Campri,
The people of Estoga would be delighted to open diplomatic communication with your realm. If you would allow us, we would seek to make voyage to your lands, so that our diplomats may speak directly to you, much preferred over simple letters. May we find what we seek mutually.
King Ernand Talucia III,
Pat
Three Thousand Club
Eternal Confederacy
Wyrran Valzana slung her gunstaff onto her back and jogged up to the trio that approached the embassy. A part of her itched to do the traditional greeting of her branch to it's superiors, but she refrained herself at the behest of Sataleeti. Foreigners wouldn't understand the martial pride the Guard took in being the military force that shielded the Kingdom of Iphrand from the sort of total subjugation that befell many of it's contemporaries on the mainland for millennia, or in her case, four centuries of service. "Welcome." She spoke. She half-turned and signaled with a short series of hand gestures to the other Guardsmen to bring Sataleeti out front. "We stay at your leisure," she said, her purple pupils roaming over the rudimentary winter clothing the Estogans had assembled for their expedition to the mainland. For once in her life, she felt a feeling of elation overtake her, a feeling thankfully hidden behind her silvery visor and set of red-tinted goggles. Finally she would leave this miserable land whose merciless sun burned the unprotected skin and eyes like leaves in a forest fire. She heard the soft footfalls of Satal approach from behind, but disregarded his arrival to instead covertly observe the nature of the princess. To Wyrran's eyes she appeared to have making of a stateswoman, but she couldn't see her diplomatic ability matched by her combat proficiency, that is, if she had ever fought a single battle for herself.
"Greetings Daniri Sarnellio, Oprello Torte, and fair Princess Miguelis Talucia," Sataleeti seemed to bow lower and lower with the uttering of each name, "I am Sataleeti Araleth, your guide, we are prepared to depart."
Wyrran looked back to her kinsmen gathering outside the door of the embassy. Some of her Guardsmen were shouldering light travel packs, and others watched from the windows and doors of the barracks. They were volunteers and would remain in Estoga to tend to the building, with considerable compensation for their trouble. She didn't pity them, they had accepted the hardships in exchange for personal reward.
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CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Meradoth, Hikann Empire capital
At the capital, the emperor would be ready for the travel he would endure, a travel which would land him in the "Kingdom of Arlan" as it was stated, wearing gold, jewels, and other flashy material wealth on the outside of his royal robe, but wearing his personalized set of Buller proof armor on the inside and on his lower part. Him and his personal convoy (10 wizard guards, two infrantry, which double as the driver and the passenger seat) rode in a vehicle of sorts, one that was powered not by physical might, but with a combination of coal and magic. It would seem huge to any other species (as it was made for centuar), but average to the convoy. Another convoy would remain behind them, not riding themselves, but attached to the back of the main convoy (in a train car fashion). It held 5 of the empires best ranged units (bow or gun, for archery tournaments), 5 of the best fencers, and Brutis, a warrior centuar big in even their terms, a hero to the centuar kind for his contributions in battle, he would compete in gladaitor matches. They set off soon, the city and the rest of the empire celebrating, the council nervous, and the emperor happy.
H HeckingHeck
Eastern border, Hikann Empire
On the far East of the empire, a convoy was setting up as well, though not for the tournament....this convoy was of soldiers, ready to claim land. Utilizing repurposed ships, a convoy of 500 (400 infrantry, 100 ranged) soldiers, and a few of their weapons were set and rolling out. The emperor had wanted this island for about a month or two now, hearing of its natural oil surplus, he had sent scouts about 2 weeks ago, only for them not to return. The emperor then decided to capture the entire island, sending his soldiers to do it.
Axel The Englishman
(assuming your going to be the npcs I'm supposed to fight).
At the capital, the emperor would be ready for the travel he would endure, a travel which would land him in the "Kingdom of Arlan" as it was stated, wearing gold, jewels, and other flashy material wealth on the outside of his royal robe, but wearing his personalized set of Buller proof armor on the inside and on his lower part. Him and his personal convoy (10 wizard guards, two infrantry, which double as the driver and the passenger seat) rode in a vehicle of sorts, one that was powered not by physical might, but with a combination of coal and magic. It would seem huge to any other species (as it was made for centuar), but average to the convoy. Another convoy would remain behind them, not riding themselves, but attached to the back of the main convoy (in a train car fashion). It held 5 of the empires best ranged units (bow or gun, for archery tournaments), 5 of the best fencers, and Brutis, a warrior centuar big in even their terms, a hero to the centuar kind for his contributions in battle, he would compete in gladaitor matches. They set off soon, the city and the rest of the empire celebrating, the council nervous, and the emperor happy.
H HeckingHeck
Eastern border, Hikann Empire
On the far East of the empire, a convoy was setting up as well, though not for the tournament....this convoy was of soldiers, ready to claim land. Utilizing repurposed ships, a convoy of 500 (400 infrantry, 100 ranged) soldiers, and a few of their weapons were set and rolling out. The emperor had wanted this island for about a month or two now, hearing of its natural oil surplus, he had sent scouts about 2 weeks ago, only for them not to return. The emperor then decided to capture the entire island, sending his soldiers to do it.
Axel The Englishman
(assuming your going to be the npcs I'm supposed to fight).HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Sunderbad | Kingdom of Arlan
The people of Sunderbad, Arlan's capital were nervously staring at the Centaurs any cheered and celebrated although Centaurs were never a prominent species of Arlanian territory. Nonetheless guards in Royal red capes kept peasants back to make way for the centaur wagon train as it made its way through the streets of Arlan. The city's taverns opened its halls to any incoming civilian or Centaur that had come. Colorful banners of knights and Lords that reigned throughout the realm hung decoratively throughout the streets. The city guard's Lord Commander in his majestic purple cape oversaw the wagon train's protection as it made its way through main Street.
The guards, at least the majority, wore magnificent leather vests with a metal helmet, a spike prominently protruding at the top*. They wore cloaks of red, a symbol of power. Their officers wore capes of purple displaying their rank proudly, not that they expected any foreigners to know however. In each hand they held a rifle, bayonets attached. To their hope they sheathed a sabre, a fine sword for fighting and dueling. Peasants lined the side of the streets hoping to get a glimpse of the Centaurs. Orosian slaves captured from the war were about to have fierce competition.
The King himself would be attending the brawl however their must be formalities. Might Henry stepped to the front of main Street, a large cul-de-sac forming just in front of the palace gate. A brick road would be attached leading inside the palace where the King awaits. Around the road were beautiful green trees and ornate houses of the court and officials living in the city.
Although it was all well and good the Centaurs were coming, the letter from this "Dominus" if Greater Campri was in the back of Henry's mind. He couldn't be angered over words however. No matter the insult to his pride it would depend on the manner of the arrival. Whether they became friends or not was decided upon meeting them. He mustn't be too hasty to make judgements. It was after all more guests to attend and more drinking to be done.
CabalAnomicPotato
Axel The Englishman
*The helmet I refer to can mainly be described as a German WW1 helmey
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Sunderbad, Kingdom of Arlan
As the vehicle continued down the street, the driver and passenger rider couldn't help but notice the awed stares of passing by peasents, being kept away by guards, low armored, and presumed to be citizen control. The emperor took this moment to open the steel window shade, him and his wizard guards giving friendly smiles, all while the emperor remained observant. The guards and humans in general looked puny, in fact even their armor and guns looked inferior....but looks were deceiving. What humans lacked in craftsmanship and strengrh,they made up with for with determination, moral, and the fact that they outnumbered every other species in the world. Yes, and even with their flaws, they captured the olden centuar, in an age that made the emperor mad, oh yes....but things could change, and would change. Offering trade services for the first time in years was a weird turn of events, and even weirder to do so with such a people as Arlan, just having won their independence, many people wou,dnt even see them as anythinf....but with the destruction of the Oros, came the inherente of their vast oil surplus. Hikann wasn't doing bad on oil, and in fact had managed to save some themselves, but having extra wouldn't hurt, which is why he traveled here in the first place....to discuss trade. The emperor also took time to admire the glamor or the city, as it wasn't exactly hideous. Comming to a stop at the main gate, the passenger rider stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in standard infrantry armor, but with an elegant red badge and many ribons attached to the side. He approached Henry, looking down at him with little interest, but with the respect as a guest, "the emperors convoy would ask permission to pass through towards your palace, so he can meet the king" he finished, standard gruff voice.
H HeckingHeck
As the vehicle continued down the street, the driver and passenger rider couldn't help but notice the awed stares of passing by peasents, being kept away by guards, low armored, and presumed to be citizen control. The emperor took this moment to open the steel window shade, him and his wizard guards giving friendly smiles, all while the emperor remained observant. The guards and humans in general looked puny, in fact even their armor and guns looked inferior....but looks were deceiving. What humans lacked in craftsmanship and strengrh,they made up with for with determination, moral, and the fact that they outnumbered every other species in the world. Yes, and even with their flaws, they captured the olden centuar, in an age that made the emperor mad, oh yes....but things could change, and would change. Offering trade services for the first time in years was a weird turn of events, and even weirder to do so with such a people as Arlan, just having won their independence, many people wou,dnt even see them as anythinf....but with the destruction of the Oros, came the inherente of their vast oil surplus. Hikann wasn't doing bad on oil, and in fact had managed to save some themselves, but having extra wouldn't hurt, which is why he traveled here in the first place....to discuss trade. The emperor also took time to admire the glamor or the city, as it wasn't exactly hideous. Comming to a stop at the main gate, the passenger rider stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in standard infrantry armor, but with an elegant red badge and many ribons attached to the side. He approached Henry, looking down at him with little interest, but with the respect as a guest, "the emperors convoy would ask permission to pass through towards your palace, so he can meet the king" he finished, standard gruff voice.
H HeckingHeck
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
THE CITY OF JORVIK, GREATER CAMPRI
02:33, 1409
The Dominus prepared himself for the uncomfortable journey into a vast new land that was yet to be in the company of a Campri monarch. All of the essentials had been readied; the Dominus' personal armour, along with his rifle and longsword - with each displaying the grace of their craftsmanship with the beauty of their designs. Some would say such tools were only ceremonial, but a Campri Metalsmith could always find a fine line between practicality and physical appeal.
His Lord Honoris made way to his private train. The tracks that it found itself placed upon would strike through what had been Oros territory. Hopefully the railway that Campri had acquired from what was then an empire hadn't been annexed by the victors of this rebellion. It would only lead to a problematic and avoidable situation.
Four bodies of the Dominus' finest Guardsmen - along with two subordinates that would act as Campri's additional champions - could be found in the boots of the second carriage attached to the train. With the Dominus presented, each had risen and given the salute of the Viridi Order to which was returned by their Lord.
It was only moments before this peak of mechanical engineering commenced with its journey. The Dominus had been reviewing combat strategies alongside his men, who remained wary of their surroundings. It was apparent that it would be a extensive trip to the realm of these rebels.
H HeckingHeck
02:33, 1409
The Dominus prepared himself for the uncomfortable journey into a vast new land that was yet to be in the company of a Campri monarch. All of the essentials had been readied; the Dominus' personal armour, along with his rifle and longsword - with each displaying the grace of their craftsmanship with the beauty of their designs. Some would say such tools were only ceremonial, but a Campri Metalsmith could always find a fine line between practicality and physical appeal.
His Lord Honoris made way to his private train. The tracks that it found itself placed upon would strike through what had been Oros territory. Hopefully the railway that Campri had acquired from what was then an empire hadn't been annexed by the victors of this rebellion. It would only lead to a problematic and avoidable situation.
Four bodies of the Dominus' finest Guardsmen - along with two subordinates that would act as Campri's additional champions - could be found in the boots of the second carriage attached to the train. With the Dominus presented, each had risen and given the salute of the Viridi Order to which was returned by their Lord.
It was only moments before this peak of mechanical engineering commenced with its journey. The Dominus had been reviewing combat strategies alongside his men, who remained wary of their surroundings. It was apparent that it would be a extensive trip to the realm of these rebels.
H HeckingHeck
Zaltusinel
Novelist and Word Whisperer
Sacred Gerniaryo Republic - Port City Naverlesh.
"Docteur! We've intercepted a stray message! It appears much has changed in the mainland!" She pressed her heels into the carpet, the various glass planes to her sides wallowed in the whimsical light of the Forever Night. The walls expressed a simple grape color dusted in a lightless black. Four steps taken and she reached his desk from the long corridor from the door. A Hariven wood desk, a rich reflective wood evolved from the land the Kyari developed so long ago. A magic so strong to prevent the insipid monsters of the mainland from reaching the islands. Now most realms had dissolved and the Republic suffered little in the opportunity. Dr. Loyne Jaegar, a Kyari female of distinction and Prime Minister of her people, tossed her hair over her shoulder as she giggled at the message. She read aloud, in amusement.
"To the vast nations of this land which we live, we ask for recognition that the Kingdom of Arlan be made official. In celebration of the coronation of King Henry, the king which valiantly led the rebellion against the tyrannical emperor of Oros, we will be hosting a grand tournament in the nation's new capital Sunderbad. We will hold feasts for the Lord's, tournaments of great jousts and gladiator arenas. It will be a joyous month of festivities to celebrate the recent victories. We welcome all factions to attend although be warned. War will not start in Arlan nor shall it be settled. We welcome you, brave Lords and adventurers to join us in light of recent events. Raise your swords to the great warriors and raise then cup for the nights to come."
"So Giyer, do you believe it is time we return our visibility?" The clerk nodded, she gently rinsed papers onto the Doctor's desk. "Here is all the data we can gather from our borders of the remaining realms, they still have many old customs and governmental styles. Our presence will surely bother them. Yet..." The clerk motioned her hands in circles as she looked for words. Her eyebrows raised as she continued to mutter. Her skirt and suit idly motioned with her as snake skin in the wind. Loyne positioned herself in a leaning position and laid the message on her desk. "We move to the Northern Island; send in our terraformers, advertise the project, and prepare supplies for the mission. Also, ask Capetian Jyo to prepare a portal vessel for my attendance to this competition and prepare Geager, he will finally have his chance to show the realms the Republic's strength. Also Giyer, instruct our science teams to coordinate with private parties to develop a conduit system for easier travel." The Doctor raised her hands slowly as the clerk nodded and dragged out in her lost thoughts.
"The Kyari have returned and the Republic's fruits will reseed this poor world.
- The Republic intercepts a message and prepares to meet as the others in Arlan.
- Colonization efforts are prepared and terraformers launched to the Northern Island
- The Research Division is tasked with developing a portal conduit system.
SirDerpingtonIV
A Campfire at the End of Time
Macigliano, Capital of Estoga
Outside the Iphrandi Embassy
The three bore warm smiles as they were greeted. All kind and pleasant, as they had expected. Although those Pulchri of Iphrand could come off as... cold, and perhaps even pretentious, they were welcoming enough, already friends of the Estogans, as far as they were concerned. What was noticeable the most, of the few Iphrandi they had met, was their odd martial pride. They wielded strange weapons utilizing both technology and magic, and wore strange armor that seemed reminiscent of medieval times, yet perfectly up to date with the standard of technology. Then again, Estoga was a little out of date with technology itself, both in terms of weaponry and in general. The weapons of Estoga were rifles, outdated ones at that. But, two hundred years of occupation has advanced them from the medieval age to an age of industrialization, only to discover that they were still lagging behind the real world, that Oros had purposely held them back. Outside the Iphrandi Embassy
Now, Estoga, a free nation, would decide its own fate. It's own relations with other nations and kingdoms. And Iphrand seemed to be the ideal place to start. "A pleasure, Sataleeti Araleth," the Princess replied, politely bowing her head in response. "And now, I'll have the honor of leading you down to the harbor for a voyage upon one of our navy's Wavecutters," she said, a pleasant smile stretched across her lips. As little a warrior as she was, she still loved the sea and the ships that sailed it as much as anyone. The navy was the pride of the nation, after all.
Within the Palace of Estoga
Oh A second letter was quick to arrive, from another kingdom the King knew little of. But of this kingdom, the King knew more than the last. Only by name, did he know the fellow rebels against the tyranny of Oros. However, the Kingdom of Arlan had fought a land war against Oros, much more difficult than the war Estoga faced. For that of course, they had the respect of Estoga. And, looking down now, at the letter in his hands, the King grinned. Another opportunity for Estogan diplomacy with other nations, and this one, a tournament, seemed to be the perfect opportunity for the Estogans to show their talent to the unknown world.
"Zariya!" He called out, turning his gaze about the throne room to find his heir, lounging on a low, long chair was the wall. "The Kingdom of Arlan is hosting a tournament. I trust you'd want to join?" He asked with a grin, already knowing her answer. "It'll be a festival in their city of Sunderbad,"
"Of course I would," she chuckled, "I'm not our nation's dueling champion for nothing, am I?" She asked, standing up, turning her gaze to her father. "And I suppose I'll bring the usual escort of guards and diplomats and such?" She asked, lowering a hand to her hip. "Guards won't be needed I know, since Arlan fought Oros as we did, but it'd be proper,"
"Correct," the king answered with a smile. "Now, to compose this letter back to our friends in Arlan." With pen in hand, he began to write. Once he had finished, he handed the pen to a courier, who would run the letter to an aircraft for transport over the sea to Arlan.
Dear King Henry of Arlan,
We of Estoga would be most honored to make it in for your festivals and tournaments. There is little we would like more than to see a compatriot in the struggle against the tyranny of Oros reach legitimacy as an independent nation, just as we did fifty years ago. To represent Estoga, I shall be sending my own daughter, Princess Zariya, a skilled duelist, and fencing champion among our people. She shall act in my will, and, If you will let her, shall begin diplomatic talks between our two peoples. After all, it is Estogan custom for the children of kings to be the ones to discuss matters of future alliance and mutual friendship.
From King Ernand Talucia IIi
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Unnamed island, intended to capture
The troops had long since settled on the island, a small beach that seemed to be the lowest point, as the rest only seemed to go upward, a mountainous island. With their hideout set up, their guard towers built, they had sent scouts, 3 groups of 5, out towards the island, seeing what they would go against. The first group came back with little information, seeing op nothing but mountian and hills. The second group came back reporting a group, and a large one at that, of what seemed to be locals, a hunting and farming community of savages could be trouble, but they didn't know that for sure. When the third group came back on the other hand, they knew they would have trouble. Getting ambushed, a group of these savages had gotten the jump on them, bombarding them with arrows and medium sized rocks. The ambush didn't do much, as giving their position away made it easy to put them down (they were primitive after all), but with their numbers and knowing of the land, one of the infrantry having to sacrifice themselves so the others could get away. A big number of the savages were killed, but at a noble cost. Squads were now on alert, ready to charge in.
The troops had long since settled on the island, a small beach that seemed to be the lowest point, as the rest only seemed to go upward, a mountainous island. With their hideout set up, their guard towers built, they had sent scouts, 3 groups of 5, out towards the island, seeing what they would go against. The first group came back with little information, seeing op nothing but mountian and hills. The second group came back reporting a group, and a large one at that, of what seemed to be locals, a hunting and farming community of savages could be trouble, but they didn't know that for sure. When the third group came back on the other hand, they knew they would have trouble. Getting ambushed, a group of these savages had gotten the jump on them, bombarding them with arrows and medium sized rocks. The ambush didn't do much, as giving their position away made it easy to put them down (they were primitive after all), but with their numbers and knowing of the land, one of the infrantry having to sacrifice themselves so the others could get away. A big number of the savages were killed, but at a noble cost. Squads were now on alert, ready to charge in.
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Sunderbad
As the Centauri Caravan formed up at the Cul-De-Sac, the guards promptly opened the gates upon introduction. Inside the gates stood a road leading to the palace. On either side of the gate were two walls guarded by purple white cloaked soldiers wielding Halberds. They had rifles slinged to their back. On either side if the road inside were four elegant houses, often used as guest homes for when the Orosian emperor or other officials came back in the darker days. Of course the homes were built for humans although different races could likely live in it as well after all, a kingdom with such diverse populace needed diverse architecture.
Throughout the day many more letters came declaring their Kingdom's arrival. The guards would have a rough few weeks and the peasants would be drunk for days. Even then more flags were raised making the city more colorful then it was. King Henry smiling with pride stood in formal clothing as formalities declared approaching the centaur, his equal. The only thing that could reach the humbly grand status of the palace was the gladiator arena. Arlan was a humble nation with their recent troubles however a bold and outspoken one to Oros. Statements needed to be made if they were to remain relevant to the world.
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Sunderbad, Kingdom of Arlan
As the guards opened the gate, the centuarian infrantry nodded, returned to the vehicle, and the convoy headed into the palace yard. The emperor looked through his opening, at the scenery and nodding to himself once more, the view wasn't bad. As the convoy stopped near the palace entrance, the two drivers stepped out and opened the door for the emperor, changing to an attention stature as he stepped out, grabbing his robe and pulling it's loose ends off the ground. After the emperor, the wizards stepped out, putting their hands in a monk fashion and surrounding all but the front of the emperor (though not too close, he needed space), the main guards. As the emperor approached the doors, he saw what he could assume to be the king, and moved with a warm smile, "greetings, the preparations you've set up are grand, and a sight for sore eyes....it's an honor to be your guest" he finished, extending his hand, waiting for a handshake.
H HeckingHeck
As the guards opened the gate, the centuarian infrantry nodded, returned to the vehicle, and the convoy headed into the palace yard. The emperor looked through his opening, at the scenery and nodding to himself once more, the view wasn't bad. As the convoy stopped near the palace entrance, the two drivers stepped out and opened the door for the emperor, changing to an attention stature as he stepped out, grabbing his robe and pulling it's loose ends off the ground. After the emperor, the wizards stepped out, putting their hands in a monk fashion and surrounding all but the front of the emperor (though not too close, he needed space), the main guards. As the emperor approached the doors, he saw what he could assume to be the king, and moved with a warm smile, "greetings, the preparations you've set up are grand, and a sight for sore eyes....it's an honor to be your guest" he finished, extending his hand, waiting for a handshake.
H HeckingHeck
Pat
Three Thousand Club
The Eternal Confederacy
Sataleeti nodded and gestured casually with his lithe right hand for Princess Miguelis Talucia to lead their party. Wyrran stepped behind Satal and rejoined her Guardsmen, who would bring up the rear of the procession. Iphrandians didn't often travel to strange lands, but when they did they kept a deep trust in their hosts. Wyrran allowed herself a smile, though nobody could tell if their eyes were to her anyway. Sixteen out of the thirty gunstaffs that had accompanied her and Satal to Estoga would start their return to the kingdom of their birth today, and they stepped with professional ease into the standard diamond formation of their unit in a cadence as natural as the beating of their hearts.
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Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
SUNDERBAD
08:47, 1409
Many hours had gone by, of though it seemed. The Dominus awoke in his private carriage to the declarations made by whoever was operating this train, baring nothing more but a pair of cotton boxers and the hair that aligned itself across His Honoris' person. Definitely a man of course.
No guards were present outside the doors to his personal accommodation. Not like it was surprising of course. The Dominus had ordered his men to acquire as much sleep as they possibly could before they had arrived at their destination. Besides, it wasn't exactly like the Dominus was a defenceless maiden incapable of tossing a few lefts and rights.
The Dominus selected a robust trench coat fashioned from material used to defend Campri's brave from the wardrobe that decorated the left corner of the room that His Honoris had resided in. Assassins may lurk in this foreign land, and a ruler should always be prepared for such encounters.
The Dominus - accompanied by the party that had left alongside their monarch from their homeland - removed his presence from the carriages of his private train, stepping upon the solid concrete of a station that bloomed with distortion. Hopefully too much attention wouldn't be drawn. Each guard kept their weapons concealed within the fibres of the coats. Just to prevent any kind of panic from occurring.
His Lord Honoris and his fellow companions made way to what appeared to be the most grand the building present with the city that bustled with life. Hopefully whoever ruled this land would be present.
A short walk of course, before the group could find themselves before the doors that towered over their bodies. It did not take too long before the Dominus placed to hands upon them and pushed them open, entering the stomach of this landmark.
H HeckingHeck
08:47, 1409
Many hours had gone by, of though it seemed. The Dominus awoke in his private carriage to the declarations made by whoever was operating this train, baring nothing more but a pair of cotton boxers and the hair that aligned itself across His Honoris' person. Definitely a man of course.
No guards were present outside the doors to his personal accommodation. Not like it was surprising of course. The Dominus had ordered his men to acquire as much sleep as they possibly could before they had arrived at their destination. Besides, it wasn't exactly like the Dominus was a defenceless maiden incapable of tossing a few lefts and rights.
The Dominus selected a robust trench coat fashioned from material used to defend Campri's brave from the wardrobe that decorated the left corner of the room that His Honoris had resided in. Assassins may lurk in this foreign land, and a ruler should always be prepared for such encounters.
The Dominus - accompanied by the party that had left alongside their monarch from their homeland - removed his presence from the carriages of his private train, stepping upon the solid concrete of a station that bloomed with distortion. Hopefully too much attention wouldn't be drawn. Each guard kept their weapons concealed within the fibres of the coats. Just to prevent any kind of panic from occurring.
His Lord Honoris and his fellow companions made way to what appeared to be the most grand the building present with the city that bustled with life. Hopefully whoever ruled this land would be present.
A short walk of course, before the group could find themselves before the doors that towered over their bodies. It did not take too long before the Dominus placed to hands upon them and pushed them open, entering the stomach of this landmark.
H HeckingHeck
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Unnamed island, attack on the hunters camp
So far, even with the numerous search parties now scouting miles and miles ahead, there was no visible sign of the savages, or their camps. The group decided that the only way to find them, would be to capture one of them, and knowing of a hunters guild, they devised a plan. One of the centuar looked through her scope, a ranged unit, and reported back to her nine comrades, "alright, the plan is simple, we shoot from here, draw them up this mountain, then the rest works itself out" she said, waiting for the others to take aim, then first firing a shot into the air, she took aim herself and they started firing. Looking from the positions of the second squad, they kept their selves hidden, tensing up and preparing for when their parts would come. See from there, the sniper from the first squad had shot her signal, getting the attention of the others and the savages, and as they shot from above the village from the hills, many of the savages started rushing towards them, just as soon as they figures it out, and when alot of them gone, second squad started to prepare. A squad of twenty, all wearing gaskmask, 5 of them were snipers, the other 15 standard, but three of the snipers had spaced out motars, loaded, and all at once shot the toxins out and into the village center. As the smoke spread throughout the village, many would flee, getting killed by any available arms if they were to march into the forest second squad had hid in. They were done with their part of the plan. Third squad, composed of 60, 10 poised to shoot shrapnel loaded motars, we're to remain out of sight from the west untill the smoke went off, and when it did they started. Their jobs were to intersect the savages moving upwards towards the hill, and that they did, first shooting multiple motar rounds off, the other 50 then spread out and shot the rest. The siege on the village was a sucess. After picking off the remains, they were able to capture 10 of the savages, holding them center most in their village and asking them where their homeland was located. Most didn't answer, only giving killer looks, others screamed (presumely cursing) in foreign tounge....they were all stabbed and killed. Cleaning up and burning the bodies, they had devised a new plan, still having scouts to search, they would set up a platoon in the village, hoping for a convoy or something from their home to tip them off.
So far, even with the numerous search parties now scouting miles and miles ahead, there was no visible sign of the savages, or their camps. The group decided that the only way to find them, would be to capture one of them, and knowing of a hunters guild, they devised a plan. One of the centuar looked through her scope, a ranged unit, and reported back to her nine comrades, "alright, the plan is simple, we shoot from here, draw them up this mountain, then the rest works itself out" she said, waiting for the others to take aim, then first firing a shot into the air, she took aim herself and they started firing. Looking from the positions of the second squad, they kept their selves hidden, tensing up and preparing for when their parts would come. See from there, the sniper from the first squad had shot her signal, getting the attention of the others and the savages, and as they shot from above the village from the hills, many of the savages started rushing towards them, just as soon as they figures it out, and when alot of them gone, second squad started to prepare. A squad of twenty, all wearing gaskmask, 5 of them were snipers, the other 15 standard, but three of the snipers had spaced out motars, loaded, and all at once shot the toxins out and into the village center. As the smoke spread throughout the village, many would flee, getting killed by any available arms if they were to march into the forest second squad had hid in. They were done with their part of the plan. Third squad, composed of 60, 10 poised to shoot shrapnel loaded motars, we're to remain out of sight from the west untill the smoke went off, and when it did they started. Their jobs were to intersect the savages moving upwards towards the hill, and that they did, first shooting multiple motar rounds off, the other 50 then spread out and shot the rest. The siege on the village was a sucess. After picking off the remains, they were able to capture 10 of the savages, holding them center most in their village and asking them where their homeland was located. Most didn't answer, only giving killer looks, others screamed (presumely cursing) in foreign tounge....they were all stabbed and killed. Cleaning up and burning the bodies, they had devised a new plan, still having scouts to search, they would set up a platoon in the village, hoping for a convoy or something from their home to tip them off.
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Sunderbad
King Henry shook the Centaur's hand with a smile. After a friendly introduction, they got right to business. Trade took the better part of the day to discuss while his servants attendants and friends all introduced and welcomed the Centauri companions to the palace. It wouldn't be wrong to say the palace was in the best state. After the rebellion, multiple scars on the building from fires and ruins of certain towers from catapults still lasted. It was amazing the city could be made as pretty as it was.
By the end of the discussions it was decided that in return for a steady supply of gold and magic, they would sell oil and their own tech to help modernize the Centaurs. A trade and research pact was also made to help secure their friendship and economical needs. Life would be good for Arlan.
Castle Gates
At the city gates of Arlan, the guards were informed of a well-used railway being traveled by a man with multiple guards surrounding them. The guards immediately got prepared to await them, blocking off the main road. The city's captain of the guard, Ser Leopold, came dressed in his shining armor and white cloak. A fine broadsword was sheathed at his hip, a revolver being holstered at his side.
As the gates opened to welcome the foreign lord, banners of the realm's own lords were draped around the gatehouse. The green banner with the gilded stag lined the first house followed by a purple banner and dark moon following the second. More ornate banners lined each side, the nation's flag being draped in front of the gate house. The captain of the guard moved forward to approach the Lord.
CabalAnomicPotato
Axel The Englishman
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
SUNDERBAD
09:01, 1409
The Dominus took note of the foreigners that had taken position beyond the gates that he himself had just opened. Banners flanked their sides and proudly boasted their presence above their carriers. An armed man - clearly that of a military background - had approached His Lord Honoris' person. With that action, two of the Dominus' personal guards took up position in front of their lord to create a barrier of steel between the two parties. Clearly every precaution was being taken here.
"Excuse my men." Spoke the Dominus with a passive tongue. "This is a foreign land of course, and we must be ad operam in the event that a threat should be present."
The Dominus eyed the foreigner from head to toe. He was clearly the head of this city's guard forces. "I do hope that we can get acquainted, of course."
H HeckingHeck
09:01, 1409
The Dominus took note of the foreigners that had taken position beyond the gates that he himself had just opened. Banners flanked their sides and proudly boasted their presence above their carriers. An armed man - clearly that of a military background - had approached His Lord Honoris' person. With that action, two of the Dominus' personal guards took up position in front of their lord to create a barrier of steel between the two parties. Clearly every precaution was being taken here.
"Excuse my men." Spoke the Dominus with a passive tongue. "This is a foreign land of course, and we must be ad operam in the event that a threat should be present."
The Dominus eyed the foreigner from head to toe. He was clearly the head of this city's guard forces. "I do hope that we can get acquainted, of course."
H HeckingHeck
CabalAnomicPotato
Ivy league procrastinator
Unnamed Island, final push
So far a body count of 3000 savages was counted up, and as scouts found and destroyed small encampments and villages, the death count only rose. But the day finally came one day, when a trashy, creaky carriage came down the hill, heading for the hunters camp. Just as it arrived, it was captured, the horse and guard put down, and who was assumed as a royal messenger of sorts, was tourtered and questioned, untill he finally gave the capital of the savages away, a fortress of sorts built in one of the ridges of the islands only mountain. A squad of 20 was sent to kill them, after the scouts found its location and reported back on it, morters were first shot from a top vantage point that took a lot of climbing to get to, then, wanting to end it rather quick, 3 armored vehicles and a tank were sent to wreck havoc, while the rest of them picked off any who had escaped. They destroyed the village and started to set up the radio broadcasting system.
Unnamed Island captured
So far a body count of 3000 savages was counted up, and as scouts found and destroyed small encampments and villages, the death count only rose. But the day finally came one day, when a trashy, creaky carriage came down the hill, heading for the hunters camp. Just as it arrived, it was captured, the horse and guard put down, and who was assumed as a royal messenger of sorts, was tourtered and questioned, untill he finally gave the capital of the savages away, a fortress of sorts built in one of the ridges of the islands only mountain. A squad of 20 was sent to kill them, after the scouts found its location and reported back on it, morters were first shot from a top vantage point that took a lot of climbing to get to, then, wanting to end it rather quick, 3 armored vehicles and a tank were sent to wreck havoc, while the rest of them picked off any who had escaped. They destroyed the village and started to set up the radio broadcasting system.
Unnamed Island captured
