A World of Blood and Steel

[Shireling]

Island of Delbora





The leader of the Elisian expedition was remarkably...short. The diminutive leader emerged from a nearby tent, perhaps four foot and six inches tall. He wore a red waistcoat, billowy cotton shirt, knee-high trousers and boots, and walked with a pencil behind one ear. His thinning hair was snow white and he seemed to be of considerable age, although he did not show wrinkles or wear eyeglasses.


"Greetings, Captain." He said, nodding to each of the soldiers with him. "To what do I owe the pleasure of entertaining the whole Terrianian Navy?" He asked with a hearty laugh. "I am Cadamiro La Vacaz, Lord of Elisian Delbora."

 

[Bairen]

Kenterian Royal Fleet to Rodellia





On the way to Rodellia, the fleet comes across a large island. They name it Westeria and make plans to colonize it later on. A Kenterian flag is placed on the island before they continue onwards to the Kingdom of Rodellia.


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[JB5899]

Kingdom of Rodellia

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Military





Walking through the training grounds all Wyman Maistre, High Constable of the Realm, could do was shake his head. “Rubbish.” he thought, “These men wouldn’t last a minute in the heat of battle, they are poorly conditioned and poorly trained.” Turning to his page he spoke, “Go fetch me the sarjeant in charge of training this rabble.”


Within minutes the sarjeant began walking over, a man of short stature and a slender build, he looked as though he was not fit to handle a Rodellian Longsword properly.


When the man finally reached the High Constable he bowed his head and spoke, “Is there a problem High Constable?”


“What are you doing with my men sarjeant?” Ser Wyman spoke, looking off at the soldiers fumbling with their spears and swords. Refusing to make eye contact is a sign of disrespect in Rodellia.


The sarjeant, expressing hatred for the High Constable speaks in a gruff tone, “Why Ser, I am following orders and training the men for combat.”


Ser Wyman lets out a chuckle, “Combat?” He retorts, “these men wouldn't last a minute against even petty bandits!”


“I disagree Ser!” expressing disdain for the barrage of insults. “These are some of the finest recruits I have trained!”


With a grim smirk High Constable Wyman replies, “You best watch your tone sarjeant, or must I remind you what happens to insubordinates?”


Before the sarjeant can speak, the High Constable begins to walk away. Before he exits he turns and issues one last order. “I will return in three weeks time. If these men are not combat-ready by then, there WILL be consequences.”

Spoiler

Festival of the Sun


Every year during the time of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, there is a festival that occurs throughout Rodellia. During this week travelers from all the lands come to celebrate and be merry. Not only is there good food and drink but there is an excess of gambling and brothels light up with many customers looking for someone to fancy them. While all of Rodellia celebrates most of the partying takes place in Cardell, the Golden City, and Leyemont, the trading hub of the Western Reaches. During this period the King’s Royal Guard is put on high alert as many former kings have fallen prey to assassinations.


While much of Northern Rodellia is in a drunken stupor, Southern Rodellia is foreign to the excessive celebration. Instead, many village folk reside in their holds and worship Astor for being so gracious to give a long day so they may work in the fields. This is one of the most productive weeks in Rodellia as the simple folk choose to not party but to work even harder as they are granted an opportunity to work and better themselves through prayer to Astor, Lord of Fire.


Political


With the recent raid on Rodellia’s northern coast Lord Montgomery is outraged. “Two dozen cattle! Gone!” he rages in front of the Council of Royals. “No one has anything to say for it either! Should we not retaliate and track down these brigands?”


Lord Aufrye, ruler of Galbury, a hold frequently targeted for raids, stands. “Lord Montgomery,” he says, a stern tone in his already gruff voice, “you must realize that we are not responsible for what happens in your keepings. You know that.”


“This is outrageous! I have families starving because they lost all of their cattle! How do you expect me to compensate them?” Lord Montgomery asks.


Lord Aufrye begins to reassure his close friend. “Denys, you mustn’t fret. One of my lookouts told me they saw Machdahl ships in close proximity when your lands were raided.”


Everyone in the councilroom, shocked by this news, begin to weigh in.


“Why would Machdahl risk war?” Lord Gimund Aubert asks.


“We should take the fight to them!” says Lord Walbert Dufay.


After some time and bickering between councilmembers, King Gregor stands and begins to look out of the nearby window. In deep thought, he weighs on what to do in the situation.


“Still staring out into the window he speaks, “So, King Domator thinks that he should attack our homeland and endanger our citizens.”


“I believe that we should invite King Domator to our home and see if we will be able to come to an agreement.” King Gregor says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and a smirk on his face.


“Lord Godfrae!” King Gregor yells, a plan forming in his head. “Go fetch a scribe and tell him to invite King Domator to our lovely Capital so that we may speak.”


Royalty


The wedding between King Gregor and Ruth Reyva went smoothly and increased relations between the two nations. The wedding ceremony had a large crowd of 10,000. It was held in the ornate Church of the One, in the center of Cardell. The King wore a ceremonial red cloak with gold and white garments underneath. After the wedding a party was thrown in Cardell and throughout all of Rodellia. Drink and food was imported from all lands and the party went long into the night. Throughout the ceremony, which lasted a week, King Gregor began to befriend King Elric and improve relations with the Kingdom of Kenteria.





Religion


Recently, missionaries from foreign lands have begun to try and convert much of Rodellia’s population to their faith. While they have successfully converted many of the foreigners that reside in many of Rodellia’s large trade cities, they have had very little success converting much of Rodellia’s native population. In some of the small towns in the Western Reach and the Southlands though, the foreign missionaries are met with stern resistance from the townspeople. The missionaries are often threatened and some are even beaten by the local Ministers of Astor and townspeople.


To combat this growing problem, which has seen a growing outrage by the simple folk, who claim they are victims of heresy, King Gregor has released messages to all nations who send missionaries to Rodellia. The message requests that all foreign missionaries are recalled and if they are not Rodellia shall not be held responsible for their fate. It also bans the practice of spreading faith in Rodellia. All foreign missionaries will be forcefully taken into custody and escorted to the borders of Rodellia.





Protection of the Realm


With the recent raids on Rodellia’s northern coast, the Council of Royals have appointed Ser Payn Duval as Protector of the Realm.

The position was appointed after a week long tourney that involved jousting, war games, and dueling. Points were awarded to all candidates based on how they finished in each event. At the end of the week Ser Payn had won by a margin of +8 and was represented with the ceremonial Sword of the Protector.


Ser Payn has been tasked with raising a standard force of 2,000 men to serve has his personal host and a fort will be built on the bank of the Nardenes River, the river that separates Eastern Rodellia from the lands beyond its borders.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

Island of Delbora





Captain Leofidas Seraf and the legionaries bowed to the small Elisian man, after hearing that he was the lord of this colony. "Well, my lord, this isn't the whole navy. I am captain Leofidas Seraf, it is a pleasure to meet you Cadamiro La Vacaz. We arrived here with the intent of colonizing this island, it seems you've beat us to the punch. Shall we share the ilsand? We'll help you with the construction and assist in major ammounts of trade. Due to lack of partners, we have quite a bit of surplus items to trade." The captain chuckled

 

[Shireling]

"These terms are agreeable to me." Said Cadamiro, marking on a sheet of parchment with a pencil. When he was done, he handed the parchment to the Terrainian. It was a map of the island reflecting the shore in great detail but largely the inland areas were blank and unmapped.


"That is a copy of a 12th Century map that was made by Lord Taravaz, the Navigator. There is a favorable landing area with a deep bay about forty leagues to the south surrounded by a stand of tropical trees. That was the second best place on the island to settle. The creek, about six miles to the south of us, is the furthest extent of our land claim. The rest will be fine, although in the interest of peace we ask you not settle directly on the borders of the land we have already claimed."

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

Captain Leofids Seraf kindly took the map, looking over it. After a small while of observing the map, the captain smiled and circled the land with the tropical trees and deep bay that Cadamiro pointed out. "Thank you, we promise, unless you strike us first, there will be an easy peace and we'll respect your boundaries. May the best of luck be with you Cadamiro, and your empire." The captain said, smiling and holding his hand out.

 

[Bairen]

Kenterian Royal Fleet, Westerian Coast





As the Royal Fleet returned to Kenteria, the King order that they stop at Westeria; the recently discovered island to the west of Kenteria. On the southern coast of the island, he has a small wooden fort built and leaves 50 Sial Knights to garrison it until he returns with a larger force to colonize the island. The Knights of Sial name the fort, "New Kenter" after their Kenterian Homeland.


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"New Kenter," A small wooden fort on the Southern Westerian coast.

 

[Elucid]

The Golden Horde Turn 2 :

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Military:

The sounds of thunderous hooves echo across the steppe as Khans from all over the rothai lands assemble on command of the Great Khan for plunder and glory , it has been long since the last rothai raid and many of the riders felt that the world needed a reminder of the wrath of their khans , but for now the world would know peace for now the rothai would wait and feast and in the morrow their horses shall drink by the banks of the Orion as they make ready for WAR !!!!


Diplomacy:


Envoy to the empire of Terriania:


As the great gates of the capitol swing open its civilians gather around the strange men with a look of fear and dread in their eyes , they hear stories of entire towns being burnt to the ground and its women and children taken away as slaves , by the barbarians .... and now these men were within their gates for what purpose , they could only imagine .


" So the stories were true " one of the riders beacons


" The women in Terra are beautiful "


" Shut it Ganzo !! you'll get us into trouble , the Chief doesn't like us speaking inside the walls . "


The envoy comes to a stop in front of the main castle and the pairs chatter stops . A short terrianian man greets them in their native tongue .


" The Empire is honored to receive an envoy of the Great Khan , please come in . "


The leader of the envoy , a large man in his late fortes spoke up in broken Terranian


" The Great Sanjar Khan demands that an amount of 10,000 gold ducats along with 500 horses a years supply of grain and other necessities and a 100 cart loads of slaves mainly women (around 500-1000 slaves) as homage to his highness , if these demands are not met we shall have war " .


Religion:


Dosh Khaleen :

The blind priestess sits by the fire mixing mare's milk from the Khans steed and the grass collected from the fields of Dosh Khaleen , she extends the palm of her hand across the fireplace signaling the Khan to give her his .


The blind priestess makes a clean cut across Sanjar's index finger with a ceremonial knife and lets the blood drip into the bowl , after a few minutes of chanting she slowly pours the mixture into the fire and a green ember shoots across the tent startling the Khan , who at this point was about to unsheathe his sword .


The priestess begins to speak in a monotonous voice as her eyes become completely white


" The time to strike is now my lord the Sky has given its blessings to you and your people , ready your steeds for the hunt , burn their town's and villages and bring their false idols as trophies for the gods that lie above "


With this the priestess went silent and motioned to her servants for water , The Khan thanks the priestess and proceeds to leave the tent .


This was it , he was ready the armies were stationed , the envoys were sent and now the gods were on his side now all he had to do was sound the horns.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

The golden hordes and the Terrianian Brigade


a total of 20 rangers hide cleverly within the foliage surrounding the Khan encampment. Their hoods cover their eyes as they watch some form of heretic tribal ritual take place within one of the tents. "These are the Khans... They send an envoy begging for slaves and gather north of our borders ready for war... Bastards." A ranger scoffs. "We must inform the generals of this, me and you will head back, the rest of you, use guerrilla tactics if they mobilize for war." A ranger captain orders as he and the other ranger silently rush back to their horses.


Marcus Franz, hearing the envoy's request, raises an eyebrow. He thinks to himself, "I'm not going to surrender my citizens to them... Thankfully we have enough prisoners that'll meet their liking, thank the gods they're mostly beautiful women." He thought to himself.


Marcus then cleared his throat. "Very well then, you'll have all that you requested by tomorrow, please, sign this document of peace. Or this one, for alliance." Marcus said, holding a pen and two papers to the leader of the envoy.


Military


Hussars from across Terrian, and soldiers at Fayr's nest, train heavily at the news of a gathering army.


20 skilled rangers continue to keep watch of the encampment, using the trees to shield them from the heavy rain.


Politics/deplomacy


10,000 gold ducats along with 500 horses, a years supply of grain and other necessities alongwith 1,000 prisoners (slaves), mainly women, are sent to the northern territory.

 

[lcomstock4]

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The Republic of Colustinia


A new Threat Arises


Hailing from Boros, a new contender has begun to make moves towards the throne. Asgor served as an marauder for years until being promoted to serve as an outrider. Asgor appears as a mountain of a man. His stout appearance is matched only by his skill with the axe. Many throughout the Kingdom have begun to support Asgor as the next King.


The Sunlands of Harandar


Mines


“My Shah….Within weeks of breaking ground the first mine struck what appeared to be a large silver deposit. As more and more earth was uncovered the scale of this deposit was revealed to be larger than we initially speculated. The second and third mines have so far found nothing. Should we continue work on the first mine and cease digging on the second and third?”


Foreigners


“Shah of Harandar, I speak on behalf of the men of Desert Sands . Your people were trespassing on our lands. They polluted our holy place with their stench and had to be removed. On behalf of my King, I ask you to remove yourself from our lands and return to whatever backwards land you hail from heathen. Should you not leave far more of your people shall die and so will you.”


Kenteria


The Great Engineer from the South credibility continues to wane as his schematics and models are not based upon any science but merely what he saw in foreign lands. If this was not enough he has been using the King’s name to amass quite a debt throughout the Kingdom claiming the King will pay it on his behalf.


Two Eliasias


As the Settlers begun to ease into their new home off the Terrianian coast they soon realized they are not alone. In the forests near the center of the Island strange markings dot the trees. In the first couple of weeks it was just livestock but soon people began to go missing as well . Many in the settlement believed they had merely run away or gotten lost. This was all put to rest around two months into the expedition. A young maiden who had recently gone missing was found mutilated with strange carving, not so different from those dotting the native fauna, covering her entire body. The local troops have been put on high alert and some have even scoured the edge of the forest but nothing was found.

 

[lcomstock4]

The Kingdom of Kovir


Fall of 1246 (Turn 3)

Political


Deep in the Heart of the Highlands the two men settled across from each other. Their heavy plate armor covered in the morning dew, they knew only one would leave alive. Years of conniving, betrayal, and greed had led to this point, all for this. Prince Jorah Blackfyre clutched the rough leather pommel of his Longsword tightly as he stepped forward into the fray. His opponent the son of Lord Bradfyre of the North, Brandon Bradfyre was a hot headed brute. There were no words both men had nothing to say. Brandon Bradfyre charged wildly as if an animal towards the Prince flailing his warhammer with rage. Prince Jorah sidestepped and swung striking him across the back denting his armor inwards and letting out the loud shriek of metal clashing. Brandon staggered away and turned once again turned the prince. Huffing he once again attempted to charge. The Prince once again sidestepped but the brute swung backwards towards the Prince. The Prince's sword now raised above him in a highguard was not able to respond. The Prince could only watch as the warhammer struck him across the chestplate caving it inwards. The Prince feel back violently gasping for air. He could not see the face of Brandon but he knew a smile sat across from it as he lurched towards the beaten Prince. Brandon now stood above him gripping his warhammer. He let out a slight nod then raised it for the killing blow. But before he could respond Prince Jorah lunged forward thrusting his blade deep through the gap in Brandon’s plate. The man let out a shallow cry as Jorah thrust his sword deeper pulling him so close as if the two men were embracing one another. Lying in the pool of his own blood Brandon suffocated as his lungs filled up with his own blood. The Prince did not celebrate his victory he merely lifted his visor, withdrew his sword and retired to warmer lodgings.

Military

Navy


Under order of the King the Kovirian navy is to be reformed into a modern fighting force. Ten new cogs as well as ten Hulks are to be constructed and manned by veteran sailors. To pay for the new navy a new tax is levied duty is placed upon imports of luxury goods. The King stated in an address to the Royal Council that "The Navy of Kovir has not evolved with the times. We have fallen behind, and we must catch up. We can not allow our coast to be an open target. This construction of new ships is just the beginning."

Royal Army of Kovir

The Royal Army of Kovir serves as the Vanguard of the Kovirian army. Professional soldiers in times of war they are reinforced by professional detachments trained and maintained by the Kings Vassals. To further grow this number in times of dire need levies are gathered from throughout the land.

8,000 Armored Pikemen

4,000 Armored Swordsmen

3,000 Armored Spearmen

1,000 Armored Halberds

2,000 Hill-tribesmen

2,000 Long-bowmen

2,000 Skirmishers

200 Mounted Knights

200 Light Calvary

Vassals


North- 8,000

Eastern Wood-5,000

Crowlands-3,000

The Great Harvest


Across Kovir the bounty of the land is being reaped. Astor has blessed our people with another bountiful harvest. Grain, and our subjects pour into the cities preparing for the Great Harvest Festival. During the day the streets are filled with merchants, and farmers from throughout the Kingdom, and during the night the streets are filled with revelers, circus, theatre, and of course drunkards.

Under order of his Grace the King William Blackfyre an additional ten percent of duties are placed upon all Lords agricultural product to safeguard the Kingdom's food supply. Grain stores are to be amassed in all major cities and towns.

The Story Teller

Deep within the merrymaking of Harvest Festival a small stage has been erected. A grizzled and decrepit man stood upon the stage, he called out towards the audience "Have you heard the story of Lord Blackfyre and the Demon?"

Many among the crowd shook their heads, while the rest stood baffled. "The Demon?" one called out.

"Aye today you shall hear the story of Lord Blackfyre and the Demon. Long before their was a Kovir, long before man was the sole ruler of these lands dark things lived among us. Even then the Blackfyres still dwelt in the Crown Plains. Novgorod was naught but a small farming town constantly besieged by horrors. Fearing nothing could stop the attacks Lord Blackfyre sent out his only son into the Eastern Wood to make a pact." the man said looking over the crowd.

"Alright this is over." A large scarred man hollered from the back as several guardsmen stormed the stage. "Move on everyone. This man is a known criminal."

"I have committed no crimes." the man yelled out

Without word the guards grabbed the man removing him from the stage. He has not been seen since.

Espionage


The small orphaned child slowly creeps across the stone floor. His feet are chilled by its very touch. If not for the grumblings of the boy’s stomach he's is silent. “Yes child?” A voice called out from the darkness.

“Mister...” the boy stuttered nervously. “I heard something… the other children told me to come talk to you…. I’m sorry hungry.” the boy said clutching his stomach.

“You did the right thing child… here have something to eat.” the man spoke in hushed tones as he handed the boy his evening scraps. The boy clawed through it devouring everything. “So what did you hear child?” the man said examining the child.

Royal Academy of Novgorod


The Tablet


“This was found deep in the Crowlands.” the young scribe said in hushed tone revealing a tablet adorned with strange markings.

“This writing it's nothing I have ever seen before, you said you found this in the bogs.” the scholar said running his hands gently across the tablet wiping away the dirt and grime.


“I didn’t find it, but the man who did said he was fishing deep in the bog when he saw a glimmer.” The scribe mumbled staring at his feet.

Engineering


The Engineers at the Academy have begun working on the early stages of an artillery piece capable of projecting debris much farther than catapults through the use of a counterweight.



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Foreign Relations

The North


King William Blackfyre invites the following monarchs to Novigrad, the capital of Kovir of for a feast to discuss matters of state and commerce. Each King may bring an honor guard of no more than fifty men. Those invited are King Gregor of Rhodelia, King Domator Ship Breaker of Machdahl and King Elric Reyva of Kenteria.

Terrianian Empire


The Kovirian Ambassador in the Empire watches in disbelief and horror as the nomads enter the city. Murmurs engulfed the crowd.

“Demons.” one called out in horror.

“Who are they?” the ambassador in awe as they galloped down the streets.

“The Golden Horde… nomads from the plains. They do everything with their horses… some even say they lay with their own horses.” An old man said in hushed tone as to not rile them. The ambassador quickly removed his journal and sketched the horsemen.

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[beakershell]

[The Oseoniel Empire]


[Turn 3]



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Politics


King Sebastian III decided to start the next council meeting next week which was after the last one few months ago. The council meeting was dull and boring as usual, but the king was expecting news from the expedition force. The council meeting has come to a near end after an hour of talking. "The expedition force from the south has returned, my king." Filip Varius, the guy sitting next to the king in his usual gray robe spoke. "The scouts did not found any living things beyond the mountains, and only ruins can be seen everywhere." The king nodded his head as Filip continued to talk. "They do found strange symbols on the lines of the ruins' walls. It will be wise to send researcher over there to study those symbols."





Foreign Nations


Letters From The Mainland


The Royal's Chancery has received a quite of few letters from inside and outside the country, directly to King Sebastian III. The Chancellor requested a meet with the king and handed over the letters to the king in person. King Sebastian III read a few letters and some caught his attention. "From Kingdom of Rodellia" The King broke the seal and read the letter. More trades were always welcomed in The Oseoniel Empire, so the King ordered his chancellor to write back a reply to the Kingdom of Rodellia, to accept and discuss more regarding the trade between each other.


@JB5899


Arrival of A Royal Ambassador


The street of Ormshire was crowded today; everyone was looking at a man with a few soldiers. Gadirk Pheen, the royal ambassador of Oseoniel Empire, walked down the street to the harbor to greet Freidrick Fromm. "Welcome to Oseoniel, I send words from our King, Sebastian III. He would like me to escort you to the Eagle Keep in Eridun. We will discuss the matters over there." Gadrik escorted the parties to a fancy horse carriage beside the street and ordered the coachman to go for Eridun.


@lcomstock4


The Insult


The merchants came back from Machdahl. But apparently only a few made it back alive. "What is this?" Gadirk Pheen was just finished escorting the ambassador of Kovir when the ships docked at the Ormshire Harbor. "... and they sent some pieces of equipment as a gift and as a reparation." The merchants told Gadrik what happened at Machdahl.


"As a reparation of...?" Gadrik asked.


"They say we are heretics, my lord."


"Very well. I will talk to the king directly. Go get yourself some food and rest." The insult is obvious and Gadrik decided to discuss this matter with the king next time Gadrik saw him.





Constructions


The new mining site in Creaksey Vale has finally finished, and copper ores can be mined. The construction of roads between cities was still in progress, but so far nothing big happened to delay the project. The project will be completed in next month.


Military


The expedition forces of the south mountains returned to Crimson Citadel with no major injuries. The expedition forces are going back to the other side of the mountain in the next month but this time with the additional of builders and researchers. The expedition forces are expected to stay there for at least half of a year.


Royalty


A few knock on the door can be heard coming from outside. "Who is it?" A girl softly speaks. "It's me, your father." King Sebastian III answered his daughter's question with his usual deep voice. Atria, the princess and the first daughter of the king walk her way towards the door and open it for his father.

Spoiler

"I hope I did not interrupt you." The King hugs Atria, his daughter. Before she has the time to answer, King Sebastian III continue to speak for the purpose of his visit today. "I'm here today to tell you that the ambassador of Kovir arrived this morning, and the king of Kovir wanted to form an ally with us if you are to marry Jorah, the prince of Kovir." The king speaks, looking at his daughter's confused expression.


"But father...I..."


"Don't worry. I heard that he is quite strong and handsome. Besides, I haven't made any decision yet. I want you to meet the ambassador with me."


"What about Alecia?"


"She's only twelve Atria."


The King walk towards the door and turn his head back one more time. "Prepare yourself Atria, you will be meeting the ambassador of Kovir with me down stairs."

 

[Grammatic]

Empire of Mithithier


Seated on the Tree Throne, Artillus drummed his fingers along the obsidian black arm, blowing a stray lock of hair from his face. Spread out around the grand chamber, with high arching pillars, and a mural ceiling depicting the scene of the Yuril massacre and the crowning of Artillus. Since that day, Artillus had been forced to suffer through something far worse then battle wounds or torture, politics...


"Lord Bal, we cannot simply let the fields go untended for much longer, or we face losing an entire season of crops!" A fat man, wearing long flowing robes of green and yellow, the colors of House Bal, basically shouted at another figure, a lean man wearing a similar robe of purple and white, the colors of House Trakus. Waving his hand dismissively, Lord Trakus grunted briefly at the others outburst. "Those fields are inside my territory, and your continuous planting of economic crops has ruined the soil. We will not allow you to harvest this seasons crop until we are properly repaid."


This most recent political squabble between the two Houses had been going on for nearly two months before brought before the crown. Not able to find a solution themselves, the two Houses had quietly begun mustering their soldiers to march against each other, and at that point, each received a royal summons to the palace. A matter such as this did not warrant the spilling of blood, and Artillus had already come to a decision long before they had arrived.


Rising to his feet, Artillus looked at the two Lords at the bottom of the dais, before clearing his throat to begin. "Lord Trakus, Lord Bal, the crown rules that the fields shall be harvested by House Bal this season. In recompense for the damage done to the soil, the crown will pay the allotted price to House Trakus. The fields will then be given to House Trakus, since they are within their territory." Standing next to the throne, a young servant raised a golden staff into the air, before hitting it on the ground three times, the echoing thuds resounding around the throne room.


Both Lords, angry at the outcome, but also not entirely disappointed, bowed to Artillus, before turning and exiting the throne room. Once the grand doors had closed, Artillus let himself fall back into the Tree Throne, taking a cup of water from a servant nearby. Already dealt with the border dispute between two Houses, Artillus turned his mind to the rest of the days decisions.

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Military


Houses along the border continue to patrol their territories, and the crown begins to raise and train their own army, drawn from House Nist.


Economic


Economic dispute between House Trakus and Bal dealt with, peaceful outcome achieved. Influx of cash crops from the western reaches hits eastern markets.


Religious


Priests of the Old Gods travel the land, spreading the faith and ensuring that no heretics draw breath within their borders.

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

Empire of Terrian turn 3

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Expeditions


Lady Marathal Merciry of Conquistay, rides of horseback, leading her soldiers north east. By now they've made it to Mithithier.


The conquadins stand at the ready as the dwarf-ish men lead them deeper in the republic. (I forgot names, sorry! Will fix this later)


The threats of war


Due to the threats of northern invasion, the councilors have declared village evacuation. The old, weak, sick and young are escorted to cities and the island colony whilst the strong are sent to military bases, willingly. All villages are cleared out of anything valuable. Soldiers train harder than before, recruitment stands remain throughout the cities of Terrian.


Research


(infantry) Recruitment stands are set up throughout Terrian.


(tactics) Rangers are sent to observe the northern soldiers and to report back in order for the military to research their strategies.


Eastward spreading


Lanida Merici's attempt at spreading the empire to the eastern coast was successful, her battle-weary soldiers now return home.


Politics


The Koviren ambassador was escorted safely to Terra, Marcus Franz hopes to negotiate with the ambassador.

 

[Bairen]

Kingdom of Kenteria, Turn 3


Political: After learning of the Merchant's treachery, King Elric has him arrested and thrown into the sewers of Venira; where he is force-fed rats until he dies. 200 Men at Arms, as well as 400 Colonists are sent to New Kenter in Westeria, on their arrival the Sial Garrison is to return. King Reyva leaves to the Kingdom of Kovir with an honor guard of 50 Knights of Sial.





Economic: Kenterian farmlands continue to develop around the Kingdom, the prices of several food commodities drops. The Merchant's debts are paid by the Kingdom, leaving the treasury substantially smaller than it was before.





Military: The construction of a fort on the southern river begins, yet it is then stopped due to the lack of funds in the treasury.


Religion: The Sial Missionaries continue to convert Rodellians, having not heard of King Reyva's command to end their mission.





Research: Kenterian Engineers continue working on the creation of a crossbow, as well as the improvement of the newly made Ballista.

 

[Serenade]

Scythian Empire

Military-

Kaitoior has declared to colonize nearby islands in response to the amount of rival nations.


The expedition has been cancelled, and ships made to land settlers and troops in the upcoming landing.


1,000 Scythian Soldiers have been deployed to take the cities, along with 2000 settlers (Males doubling as Armed Militia)


After encountering a few tribes, they were made to submit under the Scythian Flag or killed. Needless to say, the tribes versus the training and skill of the Scythian Army are no match, and the islands are colonized under the Scythian Flag.


The Scythian Army has begun modernizing and recruiting. With their militarized society in place, and society heavily devoted to the military, the Scythian Army balloons in no time, now they number 21,000. It is said that they could maintain an army of 75,000 if they really chose to push it. The strict ratio of the Scythian Army is still in place.

Foreign Affairs-

​

Ongoing Expedition-


A cool morning...the king was expecting a report from his recent expedition…


Katioior: “What a fine day! This must mean an excellent day!”


*A knock on the door could be heard*


Kaitoior: “Enter!”


*A man enters with a manuscript, a long one...his face was also unexpectedly shaken.


Informant: “Glory to the Scythian Empire!”


Kaitoior: “Make this quick, The weather looks so fine, a stroll would be perfect along with Tomiri…”


Informant: “S-Sir Yes Sir! Our expedition has sent back word of many nations, as you know the nation that has attempted to contact us, the nation north of us, our cavalry divisons have sent word of at least 4 other powerful nations similar to ours!” Worse, some of these countries militaries rival our cavalry archers!”


Kaitoior: *Kaitoior looks at the Informant shocked* “Our cavalry archers have rivals!?”


Informant: “Er...Y-Yes...B-But other countries have militaries highly advanced and with enormous size!


Kaitoior: *Storms of emotions clashed in his eyes.*


“At this rate, the Scythian Empire will become the laughing stock of this dreaded continent! We must expand our influence!”


Kaitoior: “Send out a colonizing force to the islands we have seen, if any savages are found, make them submit or kill them.”


Informant: “Sir Yes Sir!” *He leaves, leaving the manuscript for Kaitoior reads over the manuscript, a simple yet a clear message showing.


A Evaluation of the World


-To our North, Two bustling nations


-To our South, What seems to be a friendly nation


-To the Seas, an Island Nation


-To the West and Beyond, desert nations have been found


-To the Plains, A Nation rivaling ours in Cavalry Archers


-Overall, We must expand our influence to ever get our own place in the Sun.


A List of Nations of This World


(According to our men, full names could not be seen)


“Kovir” (North)


“Kenetria” (Extreme North)


“Colustinia” (South, Seems Friendly)


“Machdahl” (Most North...Just an Island)


“Horde” (Our men noticed they really didn’t have a name…)


“Harandar” (Desert Nation, South)


“Terrian” (A Nation that is the talk of the other nations...)


-------End Report------


(Other nations may exist, but has not been discovered due to our poor ships


-General Illus

Politics-

​

With the recent shock of the higher-ups, Katioior is literally panicking, wondering and pondering on how to make sure his nation stands triumphant against the others. He and his general predicts a war soon between the Scythian Empire and other alliances, as a result heavy defenses are built with patrols increased.

Land-

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The Scythians are constantly reminded of the new countries, as a result many have begun taking training and military more seriously. Other then that, seems normal.

Research-



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Scythian Researches are still collaborating with alchemists and others to make higher quality and poisoned swords and arrows.

 

[Elucid]

THE GOLDEN HORDE , TURN 2 :


THE ENVOY:


The leader of the envoy was perplexed by the man who stood before him , this man had asked him to sign a document proclaiming peace .... "Sanjar Khan has given you his word , If our demands are received in full we shall have peace , else your lands shall be in ruin and your women and children shall be in chains"


Saying this the envoy galloped from whence they had come , and the city returned to its daily hustle and bustle.


THE ENCAMPMENT:


the hordes encampment is filled with laughter and jubilee as a feast in honor of the great khan is held ....


"Ah , My lord the slaves they have given us are fine indeed , they shall be great entertainment in the long winter ."one of the khans on Sanjar's table beckoned .


"What of the gold , my lords those walkers (derogatory term to foreigners in the Rothai language , refers to people who don't ride)in the north and the south value them quiet heavily it will be much to our advantage"


The Great Khan arose from his seat , springing silence across the room .


"Today is surely a day of celebration for our peoples , but we must look onward I am not one to bring all of us together merely to return without having your arrows pierce the flesh of our enemies ..... today I wish to announce to all present our next raid shall be on the Empire of Mithithier ."


The Solders Let out a roar as the feasting continues.





MILITARY:

• The 500 horses are used to train and equip 10 units of horse lancers each comprising of about 50 men.
  
• The Years supply of grain and other necessities are transported back to dosh khaleen.
  
• The entire army is on the move going north along the river stream traversing the mountains and getting to the hinterlands of the Empire . The Rothai should reach the major cities before the military is even notified.
  

DIPLOMACY:

• Riders are sent across the continent stating that the Golden horde would be ready to exchange ducats for armor , equipment and military expertise .
  

@lcomstock4 , @JB5899

 

[archur]

The Republic of Colustinia


Government


"Sir Alaric, there's been talk of a new-" "FARM?" Alaric interuppts the courier, smashing his fist down onto his iron throne, as talk of a worthy contender is almost unheard of to Alaric, and he plans to keep it that way. "Contender, sir." The courier straightens himself and faces the fuming battle master. "He is known as Asgor, the people's hero." "People's hero." Alaric mutters. "Well, if the people are so infatuated with him, then why? Why don't they like me?"


"You see sir, he was one of the people, and his utter devout belief to Solus made him an outrider. He is a beacon of hope atop a equal mountain of a horse, Vorskii." Alaric rested his head on his hand, and dangled a vine of grapes over his helmeted dome, the grapes disappearing into the black abyss that was his face. "We will see to him during the games next season. And then the people will truly have someone to cheer for."


Military


In the defense of the nation for the next few months, the military of Colustinia has pulled back into the motherland to keep out intruders for the games next summer. A few 4,000 marauders have been raised as well. Each city has prepared 5 contenders, the strongest of each city for dueling next season.


Diplomacy


To thank the kingdom of Two Elisas for their efforts in helping the king overcome his "terrible sickness" of a hangover, a sum of a cartload of jewels have been sent to them in thanks, and of alliance, because you can never have enough of that.


Research


To bolster their armies, the Colustinians are developing a mobile barracks for easier troop transport, and comfort.


Also, a new shield is being researched as well. The "Tower shield" to block all and any attacks. Quality depends on material and layering.

 

[Shireling]

Kingdom of the Two Elisias





Sorry for a much delayed post. The Elisians accept the Coloustian offer of alliance and an expedition is sent further inland of Delbora to investigate the culprit of the mutilation of the young girl. Other than this, no actions are taken.


(again, sorry. Better post next turn.)

 

[Comrade Wubzin]

The island mystery


Four Terran Legionaries ride of horseback and await at the entrance to the Elisian colony. "Elisians! We wish to speak with the lord of this encampment!" One of them shout to the guards.

 

[Elucid]

@lcomstock4[/URL] , @JB5899

Sorry I forgot to tag you @ArisenMoon

 

[JB5899]

Kingdom of Rodellia

Military


Walking through his master room all King Gregor could do was think. “Our neighbors are strong. Too strong. They would crush us in a direct conflict. More men, that is what we need.” As he began pacing around his room, decorated with ornate decorations, including a prize from his latest hunt, a large boar head. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door and Ser Jerald Hedgwyk, Commander of the King's Royal Retinue, opens the door.





“What is it Jerald?” Gregor asked, his mind clearly elsewhere.


“High Constable Maistre is here. He wishes to speak with you mi’lord.”


Gregor motions for Ser Jerald to let him in. As the High Constable walks in, sweat covering him head-to-toe, he wears a green tunic and brown trousers, common clothing.


“What is it I may help you with?”


“The army is well trained mi’lord, they are the strongest in Rodellia.” High Constable Wyman states prouly.


“Good, good. We have a larger problem at hand. Our army is far too small to combat any foreign force.”


“What would you have me do mi’lord?”


“I do not know, how many men current garrison the city?”


“Six-thousand mi’lord. More than enough to hold the city.”


“Train four-thousand more by the end of three hundred-sixty sun-cycles.”


High Constable Wyman nods and hurries out of the room.


As High Constable Wyman walked out Gregor began to move toward the large lone window in his room. A spot he frequently found himself in when he needed to escape the duties of serving as King. Within the confines of his room Gregor felt safe, he felt as though he had a chance to relieve himself of the duties of a King, how stressful it was. It had started to take its toll. He had begun to grey though he was just past thirty. He had lost much of his muscular tone and had begun to thicken from the constant pleasantries that came with being a king. Sitting there though, he forgot all his worldly problems and began to drift off....

Spoiler

King Gregor- 6,000


Arnolt Godfrae- 3,000


Gimund Aubert- 2,750


Walber Dufay- 1,750


Jacques Aufrye- 1,450


Henri Guiffart- 1,250


Kevyn Duhamel- 1,200


Hugues Bettencourt- 1,000


Ser Payn Duval- 500


Minor Lordlings/Loyal Knights- 7,500


Total- 26,400

Political


“So, William Blackfyre wishes for us to attend his feast. Fine, write him back and tell him I shall attend,” says King Gregor. Looking over the letter from King Blackfyre Gregor notices that he is allowed no more than fifty honor guard. “King Blackfyre wishes to make this a personal feast!” Says King Gregor with a lazy smile, “alright, we shall make this a personal feast,” King Gregor bellows. “Scribe, write to the Blackfyre king and tell him that Lord Godfrae, myself, and 100 of our most prestigious knights will be sailing into the Novigrad harbor.”


Royalty


“Mi’lord! Mi’lord!” A handmaiden thunders down the halls of the royal quarters and into King Gregor’s bedroom.


“What is it maid,” asks King Gregor clearly annoyed by the interruption, “another rat running amok?”


With a joyous glee the handmaiden replies, “mi’lord, your Queen, Ruth. She is with child!” The handmaiden is barely able to restrain her happiness.


King Gregor, taken aback by the revelation, quickly rises from his seat. “Where is she? I must see her at once!” Barely knowing the woman he calls his Queen, all King Gregor can feel is happiness that his wife has bared child so soon after their marriage.


The handmaiden points down the hall to Queen Ruth’s cabinet room. King Gregor not even noticing the handmaiden, shoves her from his path and quickly sprints down the hall.


Oseoniel Empire


Sent on a ship bearing the Golden Eagle of Rodellia, a scribe is on a mission to visit King Sebastian III of Oseoniel with an offer most couldn’t refuse. The piece of parchment inside the scribe pocket has a proposition written by King Gregor himself. Written in black ink:


"King Sebastian, the third of his name, I hereby offer you a proposition to further increase our relations. While it saddens myself that I cannot offer you a royal marriage, I can offer you an alliance between our great nations. Not only will we support each other in our own endeavors I also wish to strengthen trade further and will go as far as to build a royal bedroom inside Cardell to accommodate your family and any guests you may choose to bring with you. I wish that this alliance will strengthen the bond between our two great nations and allows to crush any foe that will come to stand against us."


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