Conquest of Huskagar

[Cyratis]

Background


For centuries, the large islands of Huskagar have been isolated from the outside world and for many years has been considered nothing more than a mythical place that lay far beyond the sea…


Such legends were ill-founded, as Huskagar was far from a myth. For within its borders there has been nothing but ceaseless war between the great and noble clans that lay claim to it. These clans have been at each other’s throats for longer than any can remember, and as they seems fight for no other reason than for the sake of conquest and control of Daiyma, the nation’s greatest city.


This is about to change….


For it seems that the rumors of Huskagar were taken more seriously by a few, as signified by the presence of foreign ships from a far off land. These ships and their leaders come with dreams of conquest and the plundering of gold and other treasures as well as the glorious expansion of the empires they represent.


What started with only a few intrepid explorers and cartographers has spiraled into an even greater and more terrible struggle for Huskagar than any could have imagined. As a war of gunpowder, magic, and sword rages across the islands, the people caught in between only seek to forge their way through life as best they can as either a silent breeze or a furious hurricane.


Since the first foreign expedition 2 great forces have begun their fight over the island of Huskagar.


The noble Clans of Huskagar, the Colonial invaders, and the various Mercenaries that have come seeking to spill


blood for the highest bidder.

You may mark your location on the map by outlining your territory


RP


Players will take the role of 3 kinds of forces, which are the Colonial forces, the Clans, or Mercenaries.


Colonial Forces-the Colonial forces universally have higher quality troops and gunpowder weaponry as well as superior armor and naval forces at the cost of lower numbers.


The Clans- the Clans have the home field advantage as they have fought on Huskagar for hundreds of years. The Clans also have access to magic users and impressive melee units.


Mercenaries- the Mercenaries corps can feature the best of the Clan and Colonial forces as well as the best elite units, but have far fewer numbers than either.


The players will create their own Clans, Colonial forces, or Mercenary company using the guide sheet below…


Colonial


Flag-


Nation name-


Expedition leader-


Special characters-


Capitol-


Colonies (limited to 4, coastal only, includes Capitol)-


Military:


Army size-


Standard troops-


Elite forces-


Navy-


Summary-


Clan





Flag-


Clan name-


Clan leader-


Special characters-


Capitol-


Settlements-


Military:


Army size-


Standard troops-


Elite forces-


Navy-


Summary-





Mercenary corps


Corps name-


Leader-


Special characters-


Employer-


Army size-


Troops types-


Elite forces-


Base of operations (either camp or settlement of another faction)-


Ships-


Summary-


As an example I will post the factions of my own design to give you an idea of what is accepted.


Flag-

Clan name- Hatsura


Clan leader- Hatsura Samuno


Special characters- General Ritsu Eushida


Capitol- Ozu Castle


Military: Specializes in fast hit and run tactics and are known for their proficiency with horses


Army size- medium sized, 30 thousand men


Standard troops- Fields an inordinately large amount of light cavalry and horse archers but otherwise fields spear men and lightly armored swordsmen


Elite forces- The lutsata, who instead of riding horses have earned the honor of mounting Great antlered lions native to their home island into battle, they only number 40.


Navy- Despite living on an island, they only possess transports ships necessary to carry them to the surrounding islands.


Summary- The Hatsura clan were once a very insignificant footnote in Huskagaran history, occupying only a small castle in the heart if the island of Akyagia. This all changed once the great lord Hatsura Samuno became the head of the clan. Samuno was a gifted young man who decided to ascend his clan to greatness by conquering and uniting the whole of Huskagar, but he first decided to conquer his home island. It is said that he accomplished this in only 5 years, always accompanied by his childhood friend and trusted lieutenant Ritsu Eushida.


He conquered Akyagia by mastering the art of the horse, constantly drilling and training his men in hit and run tactics as well as massed charges and flanking maneuvers against their foes. Today Samuno sets his sights on Daimya and even though the newly arrived foreigners have posed as an obstacle to the up and coming warlord, he is determined to raise the flags of his clan above Daimya, no matter the cost.


Territory

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Nation name- Kingdom of Esparia


Expedition leader- Curro Belmonte


Special characters- none


Capitol- Belisarria


Military: Mostly consists of heavily armored swordsmen and experienced heavy cavalry


Army size- Small, 11 thousand men


Standard troops- A standard army that is composed out of crossbowmen, musketeers, and many halberd and swordsmen.


Elite forces- The Castanorae, squads of elite lancers who are of noble birth and furious temperament.


Navy- Boasts one of the greatest navies in the world, which also happens to be one of the largest...


Summary- The kingdom of Esparia is a known staging point for ventures into the unknown, and with an experienced army who have fought countless wars on homeland soil, going head first into the unknown is easier than it sounds.


The Esparian expedition to Huskagar is led by a ruthless general by the name of Curro Belmonte, a former peasant who fought his way to the top via military conquest. He has already established a sizable fortress on the outermost island of Huskagar and is in the process of probing the clans in order to test their martial might. It is only a matter of time before Curro decides to throw all his cards on the table and fight the clans for real....


Territory

The list of belligerents will be updated as more people join


Colonials:


Kingdom of Esparia


Republic of Estemeir


Kingdom of Egla


British East india company


Clans:


Clan Hatsura


Clan Brutti


Clan of the morning mist


Clan Halshki


Clan Sondheim


Clan Dracos


Clan Macedonian


Clan Alfher


Clan Slyferox


Clan Argos


Clan Adumal


Clan Iswandi


Clans of Heka


Mercenary corps:


The Twin oaths


The Serpent command


Monster hunters


An advantage of using Inkarnate is that I can update the map and make it look very good


here are the participants so far..

(Also, for those who have signed up already please outline your territory so I can properly update the map)

 

[Cyratis]

Curro Belmonte would often lock himself within his own personnel office on the colony of Belisarria, which he had first discovered and named after his own mother. Of course there were people there when he arrived, though he hesitated to call the savages that even if they did share the same species. He would come here in order to get away from the stress of running the settlement as well as that of running the armed forces which had come to claim Huskagar from those natives he viewed as unworthy to live upon it.


He had become lost in his own daydreams of the place he left behind when he heard a knock on the door from one of his lieutenants.


"Lord Belmonte!, we have word that Hatsura clan is mobilizing!". Curro opened his eyes, got up, and unlocked to door to see the man who had come to disturb his rest.


"Who?...ah right, the savages.....Why?


"We have reason to believe they are going to make way for the large island to the south"


"How many have they left to defend their territory?"


"Our scouts report about 15'000 sir, and they are marching to dispose of the twin oaths"


Lord Belmonte contemplated this for a moment, but than smirked and said "Just the excuse we've been looking for, give the order to mobilize the fleet, send most of them to aid the oaths and a detachment to the south of the island, It's time we seized the day and made sure that our rivals know their place".


"Yes lord Belmonte!"


The lieutenant rushed off and began to shout.


Curro Belmonte had been waiting for this day since he first landed upon Huskagar, an excuse to finally and fully wage war against the brutish inhabitants of Huskagar despite the orders of the crown to make peace. "Today will be marked down in history forever" he thought to himself...

 

[ColonelScout312]

Uthàda continued to set up the meeting room. Tomorrow the council would meet, and he wanted the place to be presentable to the Kelvar. He could have a servant do it, but he enjoyed the work. It was one of the few things that kept him grounded and away from feeling like the great powerful leader of the tribe. After he had finished he stepped outside. It was lovely out. The sun was shining, and from the city you could see almost all of Sondheim. Kalder was built on a mountain near the south end, which was surrounded by two other mountains on either side. There were drawback to having the capital on the mountain, but it would certainly be easier to defend from an invasion when someone would have to climb a mountain to reach them. But it was isolated, and removed from the rest of the country, much as Sondheim was removed from the affairs and wars of Huskagar, and Uthàda liked that comparison.


There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, as there was on most mountains. The city covered in snow with the sun shining would be a beautiful painting. It was a shame Uthàda was not much of an artist.


He walked about the streets, taking in the sights of the small city. He wanted to expand it at some point, perhaps dig into the mountain and make some of the city there. But that would be a waist of time, especially when war was always at their doorstep. They were in a season of peace, but those usually lasted no more then there years, and it had been four already since the last war. They were tempting fate. And Uthàda had heard some word from his informants on the larger continent of Huskagar that there were ships coming in with outsiders. As far as Uthàda knew there had only been small skirmishes with these outsiders, but war could come at any moment. And if it did, he would be prepared.

 

[Four The Magician]

Gunther Eberhart, nodded his head in agreement with what his leader, Konrad Herman, was saying.


"You're right, Konrad, I'll send my messenger out with haste to inform all Ranger's to set up along the mountain's near the Alfher choke point, and all ground troops to prepare defenses on the waterway into our land." Gunther spoke quickly while using his hands to direct the movements stated on a hand drawn map of Yokuta.


"Good," Konrad stated back. "our mages will be informed shortly to begin their movement to Helmut where our Combat Mages will support the front line with defending the choke point, while our menders will prepare a base of operations to heal the wounded." He shook his head as he peered down once more to the map.


"I can't imagine these outside-invaders to be as easy to defend as our past invaders have been. I've been informed they have some different type of weapon that could help them take our land."


Konrad waved towards his right hand man, Gunther, dismissing him as he went to sit on a thick wooden chair at the head of a long, thick, wooden table. A sigh escaped the clan leaders lips as he rested his head into his palm, he knew an invasion was on his doorstep, not being sure if they knew of his clans location, or whether he could try and reason with the possible invaders he hoped for the best but also to defend his homeland, the Alfher Clan.

 

[Spacekitty]

Antonio Brutii, Emperor of the Brutii Clan, stood upon the balcony of his palace. His palace, while somewhat modest and small for the outsiders, was one of the grandest in all of Huskagar. It was 4 stories of bright white bricks perfectly cut and placed. It features a high outer wall outfitted with defensive ramparts, towers and an impressive gate. Inside these walls lay the main castle and palace. A combination of luxury and defensibility, the 4 story stone house blended artwork and beauty into every rampart and tower. The inside featured narrow entrance ways built for defense leading into massive rooms designed for pleasure. The palace featured defensive towers that seemed nothing more than an eccentric design.


The balcony Antonio stood upon gaved out upon the eastern side of the capital city Assisi. He could see the high defensive wall that defended the port and the city from invaders looking to travel up the inward river-sea. The naval base stood at the farthest end of the river-sea, always ready to deploy ramming ships down the channel stop enemy invasions. The port was defended by a secondary low wall and 3 towers featuring small catapults and archer positions.


Behind all these defenses sat the main market. A sprawling sea of people and colored hide tents and shacks. Selling anything from tribal remedies, iron tools and human skulls, rumored to bring good luck. Behind this sea was another sea, only this was of homes ranging from crudely made twig shacks, cobble homes with thatched roofs, and the grand stone villas of the rich.


Every so often a larger stone building popped up with a small tower that gazed over a small section of the city. These were the small garrisons that protected the inner city. During times of peace they served as police, and during war they served as soldiers, usually emptying many garrisons.


Yet even in peace time quite a few were empty. With "only" 41,000 men, a mere half of their former numbers, they were unable to fill all the garrisons in their cities. The last invasion had been costly... To costly. The clan was weaker than it has been in years, and Antonio knew it. It was likely his neighbors knew as well, perhaps even these outsiders had appeared.


These outsiders worried Antonio. His neighbors were a threat, but nothing his legions couldnt Handel. But these outsiders were nit simple barbarians. They fought with strange weapons and even stranger tactics. Their ships out even the Brutii's to shame. If one were to turn its eye on his clan... He dare not think about to consequences.


As much as he hate to admit it, he needed an ally. There were several prominent clans nearby, but he would only need one of them. The question was, which one? The Somgheim were close, but they were peaceful and therefore weak. The Draco were the next closest, but he considered them just as weak as well. Then there was the Slyferox clan. Antonio knew little of these people. All he knew were the rumors of them being somewhat wolf life hunter-gathers who seemed able to become invisible at will. Antonio highly doubted these rumors, but he could not deny that they were much better warriors than his other neighbors, and therefore would make for stronger allies. It was settled, he would sent a diplomat to their island to propose an alliance. Hopefully they would sense enough to accept...


@Dtheraider

 

[Anaxial]

A Terrible Rage...

"Get 'em! Tear him up! Good boy!!" The grizzled old voice of the Hound Master shouted above the terrified and painful shrieking of the native. The training pits for the hounds rested before him, inside the pit a blood soaked native screamed and begged for mercy in a language the Twin Oaths never bothered to learn. Around the Dog pits, almost fifty spectators were cheering and edging the dogs on as they mauled the poor man. His flesh was hanging off in flaps, there was so much blood in the pit and on himself one could doubt it all came from the same terrified man. The dogs barked and growled, their fur soaked in blood and their eyes bloodshot and rampant with rage. The native swatted at the dogs, screaming in his final moments as the hounds moved in and finished him off with a bite to the throat, his screams replaced by the gurgles of blood as the native's soul left his body.


"Haha! Another fine display, Lyle!" shouted Loran Oris, Second Blade to the Twin Oaths. Loran was a big man, big in the gut, big in the arms, big in muscle, big in fat, big in size, he was an unnaturally large human being, towering over any human that the Twin Oaths had ever seen. Standing nearly 8ft tall and weighing a bone crushing 400 pounds it was a miracle that Loran could move, let alone fight the way he could. Loran's hair was a deep brown and flowed in locks around his head, a similarly large beard to match. Known for one other thing than his size, Loran was ugly as sin, scars and a crooked nose made sure of that.


"The Dogs are always ready to put on a show, always ready for a hunt." Lyle said in a low rumbly voice. Lyle was old as Loran was large, the skinny, liver-spotted old man was frail and his skin was greying, his hair had long left the top of his head and only stubble lined his crooked smile. Many of Lyle's teeth were missing, those that were there were black as night, matching his pitch black eyes. Lyle wore a black leather sun hat to keep the sun from his old skin, along with a long trenchcoat to hold various tools for Dog training. Despite his age, Lyle had a way with his dogs that no one could really explain.


"Aye, I never doubted you Hound Master! I hear that Ol' Silar is callin' a moot. Discussing moving in deeper to native territory, could be a good chance to requisition some bigger beasties, I hear these natives got some large ones themselves!" Loran said, his voice garbled in his large neck. He was wearing quite literally a blanket of chainmail, the sleeves had been tied to his arms to keep it in place while an entire bear pelt was used to cover his back.


Lyle threw a hand into the air and scoffed, shuffling over slowly to the pit where he threw down some rather curious treats for the dogs. They had completely ignored the maul corpse and immediately ran for the snacks thrown by their master. These dogs were truly trained to kill and move on, it was a bit unnerving to see them have such discipline and focus when in a feral rage like moments before. "I never go to them things! They wastin' ma' time! Time I could be spendin' on gettin' these hounds huntin'!" Lyle said like an angry old geezer, waving a fist in the air.


Chuckling to himself, Loran shrugged and didn't bother to say a word. When the old man had made up his mind, nothing could change it- you wouldn't even get to try. He'd just sick the dogs on you anyhow. And so the Giant Loran lumbered his way through the Black Amalgamation, the Twin Oaths gearing up for war. However, they were not prepared for direct combat, head on head action wasn't their forte, shocking the enemy and afflicting them with dread was more their style. Already they were burning, killing, mutilating, entire villages slaughtered with blood painting them red. Even the most veteran soldier would be stricken sick by the sight of the Twin Oaths and their beastial carnage.


The Moot

Inside the Bailey, Silar Alwick watched as the members of his high command one by one entered the brick room and took their seats at the grand oak table. These meetings and their attendance had become something of routine for the members of the high command. The men grew restless and the beasts grew hungry, but they needed a plan, they could afford another massacre like they suffered at the start of this war.


The first to enter, as always was; Elisyma F'aue. A woman of striking composure, and striking beauty. One could only wonder what drove this angel of a human to join the torturous ranks of the Twin Oaths. Her skin was ghost white, her hair black as pitch. Unsettlingly, her eyes were blacker than her air. No white could be seen in her swirling pools of emptiness. Elysima wore a stoic expression and calmly sat down, brushing her hair behind her ear and her posture was conservative to say the least. She wore a light platemail armor under a gambeson and some furred pauldrons, having two curved swords on her hips and metal finger tips sharpened to a disturbing degree. She flashed a small smile at Silar, if he had blinked, he'd miss it.


The second was of course, who else but Boath Santili, the Alpha beast and a man to be feared by friend and foe alike. A man who had dedicated himself to beasthood to such an extent that he was much like a feral dog, just as likely to maul you as he was to sit and listen. Boath entered the room, his hair was wild and full of mange, his skin stained black from the extensive coats of blood that his skin had been soaked in. His armor was layers upon layers of furs of various animals and disturbingly, he had a few human pelts thrown over his shoulder as well as severed human heads on his belt. Boath's teeth were sharpened to a point and he wore braced gauntlets with sharpened metal claws on each finger. He took his seat and scratched as he hair, his yellowed eyes darting about the room furiously.


Next came Loran, a name you're already familiar with, but what about Silar Alwick himself? The man behind this madness? Not much was known about him, not an uncommon thing in the Twin Oaths, most of the people here joined to be forgotten. But there was an unsettling amount of mystery to a man who led such a barbaric organization, most didn't even know his name, let alone know he was their leader. His hair was a light brown, almost red in color and was combed neatly over his scalp to flow over his neck, a short beard to match. His face was rigid, defined, though most didn't know who he was, he was definitely distinct, an easy to remember face. He too wore a light platemail over a chainmail shirt, all concealed under thick coats of animal furs. He utilized a large Zweihander as a weapon, easy enough for hacking through natives.


"Now that everyone has arrived... I believe we're ready to move in, make a push deeper into Hatsura territory." Silar said, his voice deep, it had a presence to it, when he spoke... you couldn't help but listen. "I want to make a push in and I want to break the Hatsura's will to fight. We will continue to hit travelers on the road, villages, etcetera... But from now on I want to leave the mangled bodies for all to see. I want the Beasts to consume them in part, show them the horrors of those that oppose us." Silar said unrolling a small map of the island that had been scouted out. "Now here is where I want the Beasts..."

 

[Dtheraider]

First Sign

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Galnat poured water on his hands then quickly opened the temporary smoker that he had set up on the beach. A cloud of citrus scented smoke billowed out of the earthen smoker. His face suddenly felt the heat despite the fact that the smoker uses smoldering wood. He quickly wrapped his hand in soaked leather and then plunged his hand into the heart of the heat. He grabbed a metal grate and pulled it out. The freshly smoked fish presented a delicious smell in the salty air. He quickly brought it over to Tolin setting it on top of a rock in the soft sand of the beach. She was using this temporary table for wrapping in Kolm leaves which are known for fighting bacteria. Meanwhile Yok'kiln and Quonam were cleaning and gutting the large haul of fish that they had caught earlier. This fish would last for a long time and would even help during the winter months. Meanwhile Poinyt was busy searching for lobsters in the shallow coral for tonight's dinner. The other half of the hunting party's members were still fishing some ways down the beach. Once Galnat put the next tray in the smoker he raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and looked out to sea. Then his eyes noticed it.


Far on the horizon there appeared to be sails. Not the sails of a fellow catamaran or those of the barbarians not too far south, but fully white sails of a true vessel. "No way, Everyone look!" He said as he pointed towards the envoy. Everyone looked to see and instantly notice as well. "Crap" Tolin exclaimed. She quickly strode to her pack and grabbed her telescope. She placed the magnification crystal in the tube of the telescope and twisted it to amplify the magnification. "They are definitely a diplomatic vessel, we need to get word to our leader. Galnat, I am sending you and Poinyt to head back to relay this message, "There is a diplomatic Brutii ship approaching Vel'tak point." Make SURE that Aeraxus recieves this message, now GO! Yok'kiln, head down the beach and tell the rest of the crew to comeback. Quonam help me pack up these belongings." Galnat immediately rushed to his pack and readied himself for the trek as Poinyt did the same despite the fact that she practically ran starting from in the water she was still ready a split second faster than Galnat. As soon as each were ready they quickly sprinted off into the jungle heading to Hometree.

The Message

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Aeraxus raised his bow and slowly drew back the string to his eye. He looked strait down the shaft of the arrow aiming at the heart of an alpha maul deer. Suddenly a loud horn blast resonated through out the woods. The dear immediately raised it's head and began turning to run away. Just then Aeraxus's arrow sliced through the air with almost no noise. Since the deer had begun turning Aeraxus's air didn't make the exact point he aimed for instead it met with the deer's face bringing it down instantly. "Not what I aimed for... But works anyways. This is a Damn shame though that I am summoned and can't field dress the deer,I'd rather miss than let this go to waste." he sighed. "well hopefully the matter can wait a little longer." Aeraxus quickly tied a rope to the belly and neck of the dear and fashioned it to his pack's harness. With this setup he began to jog back to the main camp dragging the maul deer behind him.


Upon His arrival he was greeted at the main gate by a smaller hunting party who he handed the deer off to for butchering. Shortly after Aurie, his eldest daughter, ran up to him just as he finished handing off his kill. "Father two messengers from a hunting party currently in Vel'tak point just arrived. They say that there was a vessel spotted in the south. They have more information, but they want to make sure that you receive it directly." "This is fine by me, where are they?" With this question Aurie led the way to the dining hall. Both of the messengers seemed out of breath and were drinking water from their water skins. Hm... Aeraxus thought to himself, these two ran 32 miles to give me information, if this were an attack they might have already landed by now. "Speak, tell me what you know." Aeraxus spoke, the sudden command surprised Galnat forcing him to choke on water for a few seconds before speaking. "Our captain told us to inform you that there was a diplomatic Brutii vessel approaching Vel'tak point." After finishing this line Galnat coughed and struggled to catch his breath. "Drink what ever you want, and help yourself with what ever food is available, this message is very important and I must be on my way. When you are ready to return to your crew inform my men, and they will help escort you home safley. Your crew did a great favor today." With these last words Aeraxus left the two messengers to catch their breath after their long journey. He then began to shout orders, "Ready up two parties, we will head south to Vel'tak point as soon as we can. Also, someone grab two casks of our finest mead along with our finest portable foods. We have a diplomatic party from far over the sea, we want to make sure that even if their intended goals fall apart, that we won't just shove them away. Aurie you are coming as well. I'd like you to see diplomacy in action." With these commands everyone jumped in gear and almost instantly the greeting party was ready and south bound. It took a fair amount of time before Aeraxus made it to Vel'tak, hopefully they would make it in time to greet the Brutii ship right upon landing.





@Bobisdead123

 

[SpiralErrant]

Well it certainly was green enough. Yes this new land was just bursting with all those wonderful bits of natural beauty and splendor that poets were always rambling on about. It was alright if that was your cup of tea, Claudia supposed. She was always a city woman at heart and it warmed her to see the beginnings of New Aaldfel. It wasn't her choice of name, as with most things in Estemier it was decided by committee and naming this fresh settlement after one of the oldest cities in the republic was deemed suitably patriotic for this venture. So be it, Claudia still viewed this budding hamlet as her own. She wondered if this was how the kings and queens of old had felt when they were starting out their careers?


'Steady on now, we're still in the early days here.' Claudia had to remind herself, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair out of her face. She'd already started to let her usual military formality slip since they had come ashore. The humidity in these islands was simply too much for her to be walking around the town in full formal attire everyday. Of course the same could not be said of the soldiery who were expected to maintain the armor and equipment with even more zeal than they would back at home. Who knew what dangers might meet them here on this foreign soil. So far they were yet to encounter any of the natives but reports from their scouts and map makers had confirmed a basic presence of what appeared to be primitive groups.


That was why she'd sent a contingent of their armed forces inland. A regiment of spears and riflemen, supported by three squadrons of outriders were to move along the western coast of the large island they'd landed on to explore and find ground for their next possible settlement for when new settlers arrived. The island was handily cut in half down its middle by these mountain ranges and Claudia planned for them to move onto them soon after mapping out the more open grounds. No doubt they could exploit the rich resources hidden within. Her main reason for keeping to the coast so far was so that their small number of troops could claim fire support from the frigates she'd sent to scout the coastlines. Hopefully these explorers would not allow themselves to be overcome by whatever strange sights they may find further south. After all, they were trained and disciplined soldiers of the line and escorted by the Iron Roses no less.


It was paramount that she get Captain Ranhoff and his cleaver wielding brutes out of here soon. They were all clearly beginning to succumb to cabin fever from the voyage and their morale was not helped by guarding the walls and palisades of New Aaldfel. Hopefully they would remember that if they encountered any natives they were supposed to open with offers of peace and cooperation as they brought civilization to these savage lands. Lead by example and all that.

 

[Cyratis]

Samuno....Eushida...these 2 names had become legendary among the Hatsura clan and belonged to the two men that had helped to bring the Hatsura clan from a modest existence of farmers to a fully fledged army of warriors that could stand with the likes of the Brutti and the Halshki. But unlike them, they had an almost supernatural affinity for the horse.


Though this can just as easily be due to the day and night drilling the 2 leaders had forced upon their army to ensure the highest quality of mounted soldier. Some of them even rode the great antlered lions that prowled the island and if not watched would often make a meal out any horse it could get in it's sights.


General Ritsu Eushida rode one of these beasts, and would ride it into battle at the head of a 15 thousand strong army whose aim was to crush the new and savage invader that dare threaten their homeland. As for the Great rider himself? he had led the rest of the army onto the mainland and paid little mind to the colonials who he deemed to be just another stepping stone to be conquered on the his clans path to greatness.


Eushida was of a different mind, he saw the colonials and their mercenaries for what they were, invaders of the most dangerous kind.


And so Samuno gave Ritsu the run of half the Hatsura army in order to defend the mainland in his stead and drive out the savage half men that had butchered his countrymen, the carnage of these acts may have broken a lesser man but not Ritsu Eushida, for every merciless mutilation he saw only served to make him ever more enraged. So when he rode with 15 thousand men at his back, he did so with a vengeance....

 

[Spacekitty]

@Dtheraider


Head Diplomat Marcus Antoli stood upon the brow of the ship, gazing out upon the magnificent sea before him. He was aboard a Brutii diplomatic vessel, denoted by its slender hull made of a dark brown stained oak, the Brutii sign of a peaceful vessel.


Marcus was an experienced foreign diplomat, by Brutii standards anyways. The Bruti rarely parlayed with foreigners, except to demand their surrender and later to make it official. Marcus himself had performed his duties on 2 occasions, both against the barbarians in the south. The first to demand their surrender, the second to determine the conditions of it. Marcus was quite excited to be going for a reason other than war, he had always wanted to meet people of the other clans and learn about their culture and way of life. The fact that he was actually getting the chance was miracle for him, and to think all that was needed was for the Brutii to lose thousands of troops... In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good thing.


Marcus looked to his right, where he saw the island that was his destination stretched out before him. The Island was smaller than his home and closer to the main islands. The terrain was dramatically different as well. Instead of beautiful forests here there were lush jungles from which calls form birds he had never seen emanated. And unlike his home, this island was not covered in mountains, only a few stood sparingly against the sea of trees.


What would these people be like? Would the tales hold true? Savage wolf-men, hunting and eating humans? Marcus could only wonder...


***time passes***


As they sailed near the coast, looking for some important looking area to dock, Marcus noticed a campfire somewhere near the shore, only noticeable by the thin tower of smoke rising from the canopy of the jungle. They were getting close. He could feel the excitement growing inside him. A light feeling that emanated form his heart and flowed into every extremity. Had they noticed them? Were they sending a smoke signal? Suddenly dread replaced the tingling of excitement. Perhaps they would meet his diplomatic party with a "party" of their own. Hopefully these people were not as savage as the tales told.


***More time passes***


As they grew ever closer to the coast, searching for a place to land, they saw a rather intriguing sight. Large burly men with shaggy bears wearing wolf pelts. There were quite a few fo them, but not an army or even a a legion. Certainly not a hostile force. In fact one of them was, different. The kind of difference you see in a leader. Some of the larger men, if that was possible, carried large barrels- mead or some other beverage likely. Marcus's excitement filled his body once again. Finally, a proper meeting!


The diplomatic vessel tied up its sails and let down its iron anchor. The small row-boats that sat upon its deck were dropped into the water with a splash, bobbing dangerously close to the water before rebounding. Marcus along with 14 Elite legionaries adorned in shiny silver breast plates and red silk cloaks dropped into the boats. The boats proceeded to row the the beach. First the legionaries wadded to the shore and lined up perfectly, creating a human hallway in-between which Marcus waded through. As soon as Marcus;s head passed the legionaries rotated to form two rows of seven legionnaires and marched close behind Marcus. Marcus stopped just as he stepped onto the shore, a sign of respect, and the legionaries stopped immediately, still in the water.


"Greetings, I am Marcus Antoli of the Brutii Clan. I come here in a voyage of peace and seek to parlay with your leader, as I bring an important proposal from the Emperor himself!"

 

[Dtheraider]

Preparations

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Aeraxus and his greeting party exited the jungle, the ship was still out at sea. "Quickly, Four of you go into the jungle and search for fruit. Two of you begin to build the fire, we don't want them wandering around for too long." With these orders six members of the party moved to fulfill these tasks. Within half a hour there was a fair sized fire with a smoke column drifting lazily upward and the four sent into the jungle came back with their satchels brimming with various fruits of the jungle. The ship was now dramatically closer. "It's a shame that we lack a table, at least we can give them a hearty meal."

First Encounter

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The diplomatic vessel finally came in and anchored close to the shore. Then several soldiers in fine silvery armor began to descend the sides of the vessel into several row boats. With these row boats they came close to shore and hoped out. Two lines of legionaries formed giving way to a central figure who Aeraxus could definitely identify as a Brutii diplomat. Aeraxus had to suppress a small chuckle after watching how the legionaries were so obedient to their commands as to stand in the water in order to show their utmost respect. To Aeraxus this showed loyalty of the soldiers, but it showed that their leader didn't care to be loyal to those below him. Once the diplomat passed through his hall of people the legionaries collapsed the tunnel and followed behind him in to narrow lines, once he reached the shore he stopped as to show his respect for stepping onto the Sylferoxian soil. "Greetings, I am Marcus Antoli of the Brutii Clan. I come here in a voyage of peace and seek to parlay with your leader, as I bring an important proposal from the Emperor himself!"


"Come ashore, dry your boots by the fire. We received word of a Brutii ship headed our way and made haste to greet you, I am Aeraxus leader of the Sylferox. We shall discuss what proposal you offer us, but first come eat with us. We have brought some of our finer mead to greet you as well as fresh fruit from the jungles. We have begun cooking some lobster as well as seasoned boar meat. Let's get the good atmosphere started so that if our interests differ, than this food won't be wasted due to the mood." With this Aeraxus grabbed two cups of mead just recently poured by one of his fellow guard. He extended one out to Marcus Antoli and shouted "Yer ALL welcomed to join us, unless this news is too important to be delayed even one hour of welcoming."





@Bobisdead123

 

[ColonelScout312]

Matthew rode his tall black horse into Kalder. It had been a month since the council had last met, and not much had changed. At least, not much in Sondheim. The outsiders were moving, becoming more active. Sondheim had to take action, he knew that. And he knew what Uthàda would suggest, but he wouldn't agree with it.


Uthàda sat at the council table deep in thought. The outsiders were the main focus of this meeting, they had to decide how to deal with them. Soon the door opened with a creak, and Matthew and James walked in. They greeted and hugged each other, and small talk for a few minutes before sitting down to discuss the kingdom.


"Matthew, what news of the outsiders?" Uthàda asked.


"They are moving. Becoming more active. Last I heard they were moving south down the main continent. My men have seen terrors no maone should have to. These outsiders want to take our land by any means necessary."


"I believe we should ally ourselves." James said. "If we united with another clan we would be much stronger. Divided we shall fall."


"But our strength is in secrecy, James. Every clan underestimates us. They believe we are a small island of tribes, too stupid to fight and protect ourselves. It is the only reason we have stayed safe for so long. When this war is over, do you really think the clans will stay at peace? They will go right back to war, and they will attack us with a force far stronger then before."


"Then perhaps it will be time for us to expand. Perhaps, once these outsiders are dealt with, we should advance to the main continent." Uthàda said. "I do not wish too, for so far I have seen no clan that I see as in the right, and I fear that we would stand alone against all of Huskagar, but we cannot remain dormant anymore. Matthew, I want you to train as many men as you can to protect the land. Draft them if you have to. I want 20,000 men ready to be shipped out with me, and 10,000 in reserve. That will leave you with 5,000 as the start of our defense force. We are making for the main continent. You, Matthew, will stay here to protect our lands."


"My Lord, are you declaring war?" Matthew asked in disbelief.


"I suppose I am. What a foreign concept. Sondheim, declaring war."


"Uthàda, with all due respect, that is suicide."


"And it is also the only way to gain allies. How are we supposed to be seen as an asset if we remain in our island when trouble comes. I did not weigh in to the conflict between the clans because there was no one clan in the right. But in this fight, these outsiders are the invaders. They are the clear enemy. Prepare the army Matthew."


Uthàda walked out of the room, his friends standing in disbelief, stunned. He leaned against the wall. He was going to leave Sondheim. No one had left Sondheim for centuries. And there was a possibility he would not return to his wife, or his son. But if he did not fight, they would die. It was time for Sondheim to come out of the shadows, and prove that they are strong.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

The Glorious Unification of Dracos

This was an important day for the Dracos Clan. It was a year ago today that the small coastal clan had finished its fifth 'Divine March' and conquered the last Clan of region. The march that signified the unification of the clans who served the God Dracos and marked the beginning of a new Great Clan. Yes that was the day the emerged from being a minor clan seeking only to survive yet another day and stood alongside the other Great Clans, respected, if not feared.. yet. All were celebrating but non as much as they in the capital. Dante stood from the high balcony overlooking the large empty square, paved in with large stones from the Draki Mountains to the west. The square was empty except for the people and the statue that had just been put up in front of the Red Palace. The Statue depicted Dante riding a Dragon, the Dragon was coated in gold while Dante was just made of polished iron, representing Dante's unification of the lands and clans of Draki and his position as Dracos' chosen servant. The Red Palace was not merely a palace but also the building in which all of the Ministers of the Clan would meet and each and everyone of them were given a room in the palace upon gaining their position. It was made primarily of a deep red wood with lots of bracings, especially on the outside, made of stone. The front wall of the Red Palace was also clan in stone and a large wall surrounded both the Square and the palace, it too was made of stone. The interior of the palace was built for comfort, style and as a place for the ruling classes to relax, while the exterior was built to defend those lords.


As hundreds of his loyal followers watched the fantastic display of fire and might that was taking place on the square below Dante watched on, not really paying attention to what he was watching as his ministers were, as usual, telling him of the Clans impending doom. "Its is the will of She Who Watches, that we seek allies Dante." Spoke Elessar, the Minister of Dracos,


"My good lord and Minister Elessar, for us to achieve that we must prove we deserve our place among the Great Clans. Lord Dracos, I impeach that you must show the might of Dracos, without an act of strength we will find ourselves alone." Responded Damon, the Minister of Military and General of the Clan's forces.


"Yes, yes. I know the situation very well, you bring up these points nearly every other day." he said as the crowd gasped as the magical events taking place in the square "but what would you have me do? To prove our strength we must win a war against a Clan considered strong. Our nation is not ready for another war, not yet."


Then he had an idea. There might be another way to prove their might, a way that would not result in defeat for any involved "A Tournament." He said. "We can host a tournament amoungst our neighboring clans, have them send their greatest warriors to prove their worth. Better then our victorious streak ending in our demise." His ministers looked at him


"Are you sure that is wise?" Said Elessar "Would you not be expected to compete, well either you or your son"


Dante looked at Elessar, his long time friend and trusted advisor, the only man in the realm he would let say such a thing, well other then perhaps Damon "Are you saying I am not strong enough to compete in such an event? At any rate the battles will not necessarily be to the death and I am sure my young son is ready to take up the mantle." He looked at Elessar and the other ministers, finally turning away from the magnificent spectacle behind him "We need allies, has anyone a better way to achieve such allies? With all these foreigners invading our land I would like for a clan to fight alongside, be it victory or defeat, it is always better when you are not alone." he said, motioning his hand to dismiss the large council of ministers and turning back to the parade below. In theory they could dismiss anything he said and, potentially, have him stand aside and let his son rule. But the people respected him too much and he knew this. He had the people behind him and, after numerous victories to his name, it was unlikely anyone was to dispute him. He looked back over his shoulder, knowing that his two loyal friends would still be close at hand "Elessar, make sure that invitations to our Great Tourniment reach the clans of Brutii, Sondheim and even those.. things at Slyferox. They are our closest neighbours, also send invitations to the minor clans west of us" the thought for a moment before adding "and to the clans of the eastern isles, I feel they may be our next victory.

@ColonelScout312 @Bobisdead123 @Dtheraider (don't feel a need to receive the messengers immediately, I will prolly describe them more in my next post, feel free to PM me is you want a description sooner for your post)

 

[Four The Magician]

Showing of Strength


The builders signaled for the men on the pulleys to lower the last bit of work needed to fully finish the defense of the choke point, large wooden spikes that sit at the bottom of the river. The spikes reached just below the surface of the water thus catching the bottom of the boats most likely stopping, or or sinking any boat coming in. Connecting straight to the edges of the water are twenty-four foot tall, and eight foot thick wooden walls with protruding wooden spikes pointing outward to prevent climbing. The walls connect straight into the mountain side which have stairs leading up to Archer towers containing oil and fire for burning down ships on the water-ways. Over the water connecting from wall to wall is a bridge for quick movement also to make it possible for swordsman to jump onto boats that are stuck, and/or sinking.
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Future Plans

Konrad once more stood over the map of the region, his index finger following the mountain line around his clans territory leading to the south, and then further down towards the Dracos Clan territory. "Ten Rangers, they are the most swift and the most knowledgeable of the terrain and can get this letter to the Dracosi as soon as possible... not to mention without any loss." The others surrounding the map nodded in agreement, there couldn't be any argument as there wasn't any other course of action for befriending them as they hadn't had any trouble with each other before, not like the Alfhers close by neighbors, who for some reason, they don't get along with. With a tiny bit of small talk and a few other actions here and there, Gunther sent an elite group of Rangers off to travel towards Dracos with the letter.





After a long while of time the Rangers would see the land at which Dracos begins, the tactic for approaching neutral territory is to drop their hoods, strap their bows to their backs and make sure their guards or scouts will see them as they set up camp outside of their land. This is the way that Konrad had come up with for creating plans of an alliance through them accepting their stepping on of the land. Once found and approached the Rangers will give up the letter willingly and either stay at the camp site or follow the directions of the Dracos Clan.
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Message of Good Faith

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Dear Leaders of Dracos,

We believe at this point in time, everyone has received word of the coming invasions from these outsiders. This is not a plea for help, but a letter to secure future alliances.


I am sure you, and all of the other Clans of our mutual land know we do not leave our enclave and only wish to defend it to keep our homes safe which is the true reason you are reading this letter sent from I, Konrad Herman, leader of the Alfher Clan. We have heard through word of mouth that ships are coming our direction; to our particular piece of land for the obvious reason, scouting it out for a future invasion. Honestly we aren't too sure of your navy size, but our preposition is to defend the coast between our land and yours, of course the way I'm suggesting we do this can be better explained if we were to meet, but I have the idea of building smoke stacks all along the coastline for quick alert of an invasion if they happen to drop an army in between. Let me make it clear that this is not a declaration of friendship, nor an alliance, it is to show the foreigners that we clans will not forfeit easily.





I personally understand that you and the other clans view the Alfher Clan as weak, and I would like to make it clear that only ever wishing to protect our homeland does not mean so. We would appreciate it greatly if you are to look at our past history of great protection of our land as our strength and that we are a true contender when it comes to defending our greater homeland, the one that we share.


Yours truly,


Konrad Herman.

@General Deth Glitch

 

[Spacekitty]

-----Brutii Homeland, Assisi, Docks-----


It was a quite day at the docks of Assisi, well... from a guards perspective at least. In reality the dock was bustling with activity. Boats followed in and out of the port, carrying cargo to and from the great city. Thralls known as "Box-men" carried their respective ship's cargo off of the ship and stacked in on large carriages, either pushed by horses or the thralls themselves. The nearby market place was bustling with activity. Traders form nearby villages argued bitterly to sell their products to the many merchants that dominated Assisi. Small children sifted through the crowds, either exploring or pickpocketing anyone they could.


But for all this, form a guards perspective, especially one in a guard tower, it had been quite quiet. With the Brutii at peace and no hostile ships attempting to invade, all Tristan the Tower-Watchmen could do was lean against the ramparts and gave over the dock with a bored expression.


Suddenly a strange looking ship appeared on the horizon. The ship was large and fat, yet its end tapered to that of a long boat. It looked like a house on a boat. It had a sail with a red dragon painted on it and a figure head of a dragon was carved onto the prow. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't a Brutii ship. And it was heading for the port. Finally... Tristan thought, Something Interesting!. Tristan picked up a large blue painted rams horn and seemingly random holes cut in it and blew. Out came a slightly high pitched sound that echoed throughout the port. To someone who wasn't a Brutii, and even then only to soldiers, this sound would mean little. But the call was actually that too announce a non threatening unknown ship.


Quickly the docks were cleared of people, and a spot opened for the ship. A single line of Brutii soldiers quickly appeared at the edge of the port, and the gate leading out of the port closed. The ships docked at the military port at the end of the channel were manned and readied, but not deployed. The unknown vessel would be allowed to dock, and from there they would be asked their purpose.


***Time skip***


The odd looking boat docked at the open port. Out stepped a group of men dressed in fine clothing. One was clad in red silken cloaks with golden patterns of dragons and flames adorning their cloaks, a large tome tied around his waist. His robe, unlike his cloak was made of rich red colored brushed cotton and was trimmed at the bottom with gold. The messenger (Evident from his appearance and position in the group) himself is dressed in the same robe as the first but with a cloak of a bear pelt and has a beautifully crafted helmet (kinda greekish in appearance) which is also trimmed with gold and has a red gem on the forehead, with engravings of dragons all around the helm. The four soldiers accompanying the messenger are much more simply dressed then the other two They wear simple leather armor with wolf fur capes trailing behind some and will have a shield on their back, the shield is made of wood and covered in leather with a metal trim (only for soldiers on diplomatic stuff will generally have metal trim on the shields) with a red painting of a dragon on the face of the shield. At their waists will be any assortment of weapon, generally a sword or axe.


A Brutii soldier wearing a shinning silver breast plate and a red silk cloak approached the group.


"Greeting, I am Assini. Commander of the dock. State your purpose now" @General Deth Glitch


-----The Last Supper (Not really)-----





"Come ashore, dry your boots by the fire. We received word of a Brutii ship headed our way and made haste to greet you, I am Aeraxus leader of the Sylferox. We shall discuss what proposal you offer us, but first come eat with us. We have brought some of our finer mead to greet you as well as fresh fruit from the jungles. We have begun cooking some lobster as well as seasoned boar meat. Let's get the good atmosphere started so that if our interests differ, than this food won't be wasted due to the mood." With this Aeraxus grabbed two cups of mead just recently poured by one of his fellow guard. He extended one out to Marcus Antoli and shouted "Yer ALL welcomed to join us, unless this news is too important to be delayed even one hour of welcoming."





Marcus smiled. "It is important but not urgent. We will humbily accept your offer". With this Marcus raised his right arm into the air, making a 90 degree angle with his forearm and his upper arm. His hand was not clenched but not yet open. This was the sign that a command was about to be give. A clenched first and a open palm could mean the difference between an all out charge and a simple halt.


Marcus clenched his fingers into a bear claw, the Brutii sign of at-ease.. At this the Brutii Elite relaxed and took their helmets off, holding them with one hand against their waist. Marcus walked forward to join the Slyferoxian leader at one of the fires and his men to another of the fires to fry their boots and cloaks. THey chatted amongst themselves and with the Slyferoxian warriors.


Marcus, being curious of other cultures, took note of the already apparent differences in their two cultures. The Slyferoxian warriors seemed loyal, yet their loyalty was different. They were loyal to their leader, where the Brutii were loyal to their country. A subtle difference, but one that made all the difference. Besides this the soldiers seemed to be at the same level as the leader, a contrast to the Brutii were one could easily distinguish the leader because of his armor, food, and the many other luxuries they enjoyed at the expense of their underlings.


The food, especially the jungle fruit, was delicious. The boar was roasted to perfection. The mead, was even beyond that.


"I must admit, the food and drink is rather good" @Dtheraider

 

[Yonsisac]

The Walking Fortress


(Intro)

"HOLD THAT THING DOWN NOW JUST REMEMBER NOT TO KILL IT!"

It has gone mad,the "Walking Fortress" one of the Few monsters in the island that where tame has gone on a rampage,mad,Its plates and Whole body where made of stone-like material,heat escapes from the small exits on its back,,its body was very Bulky and heavy,mace like tail and armored wings of stone,It stood on the hills where there camp was located,its massive rock head turn looking as hunters circle it holding each large spears with ropes or lances, some hold small spheres full of a red substance with powerful sleeping effect,Hunters with massive wall like shields get closer with shields raise as there spears point at the beast,closing in,Lion heart stood behind the hunters with her arms cross and by her side her red and blue guards....she wanted to witness first hand how her hunters take care of a creature going angry,The monster was unable to move from the large lances getting closer,it roar as suddenly its massive mace tail swing Violent way to the side,smashing against a few hunters,there shields where Raise as they stagger from blocking the huge tail,spears fly over as ropes wrap around the creature,it shakes and tries to escape but is unable from the ropes and the spears,the sound of glass shattering as tranq spheres are thrown at its face,from a violent beast it just close its eyes and falls unconscious on the ground,hunters run close as they begin to coil the rope around him holding him down when he wakes up.Lion heart nods her head as the "Gravus" as its called has been calmed,a sigh escapes her lips as she looks back...and well...the damage its great,2 Buildings where literally Blown to bits and trees nearby are burning Piles of lumber.




"That is the second time this month....what the hell is bothering Gravus a lot?"

"Bro....I dont know but i bet its that Agnactara....Gravuses and Agnacta,s don't get along well"

"well in that case Both will be separated....I don't want this to repeat itself"

she said observing as the rider,a man wearing similar armor,Bulky to the toe and heavy,the Hunters leave the monster laying there as it was coiled down,the hunters inspect if there are any Injuries from the rampage but seems ok,Lion heart walks up to its master and he just nods and says "I'm terribly sorry for Gra-""Its alright we know what its making him go crazy....just keep him under watch alright?"

He nodded as lion heart would sigh,this needs to be repaired and wont be easy.


Where the Hunters live,was Full of green,large area with pens holding small monsters,there "Horses" being Bipedal Orange-Raptor like creatures known as "Lodroms",wooden Buildings where everywhere as Blacksmith and the heat of metal smoke,men and women work hard be it Crafting,carrying materials or getting ready to hunt walk the village,some walk leading monsters like Miniature Mammoth looking monsters the size of a cow covered in very thick fur that takes there eyes and body,some look like Dinosaurs,some look like mammals,the imagination was the limits,Felynes walks the village too doing the same thing as hunters or cooking large meals in the Open for there fellow hunters that get ready for hunts,the village was always busy,but that was just the


beginning,tunnels underground lead hunters to mine valuable metals,or making underground stables for large monsters......or large metal prisons to hold dangerous creatures,many things could be witness here,but one thing was sure,the weak where not allowed to be here.




The Virus


(Problem)

As lion heart observe gravus,a hunter standing 7 feet,holding a massive blade and his felyne companion clinging on his shoulder would walk in her sight her,as well 3 Other hunters,it was a G-Hunter and 3 normal once,the large Hunter would be covered in...purple substance as he would just say "Miss lion heart.....you have to take a look of this"as lion heart follow she was being lead towards a Monster that was just hunted down,fresh of-course,a medium size wyvern,but something was off,its eyes where bloodshot as purple "Blood" ooze from its wounds,its mouth drip with lighter color like its blood,the smell was like rotten corps,the Hunters caught at the smell as the tall hunter would say "it was one of our Tigroxes....i was task to feed it and it was just drooling this ooze from its mouth and soon it started to attack us....he never attack anybody and i dam know its not normal....we...we needed to put him down,all our chances trying to seduce him all where in vain....im sorry lion heart"Lion heart Observe there fallen monster,she sigh and rub her face in slight sorrow as there monsters are limited,as rath would whistle and say "Dam....he looks like he went through some big fever"

"Tell me about it!....wait if that sickness is all the way here...how DID it get here in the first place?"

"Because it Origins from here.....this monsters look more "Advance" to the sickness than back in the mainland....we need to contact any other city or nation in thees lands for information..."

Silence caught all the Hunters as they heard that this dangerous sickness COMES from thees lands,the Hunters have a problem in there hands...maybe others as this Virus makes monsters very hostile and dangerous,they will need info from other nations to see if this event has happened or any sign of its origin.as this can put in great risk there Monsters,some of the nations might have a cure if one dose get infected
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[Dtheraider]

The Meal and Negotiation

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@Bobisdead123


"I must admit, the food and drink is rather good" remarked Marcus.


"Yes, the food is just short of if we had an actual kitchen, but I doubt you'd want to trek 13 miles through the jungle just for a meal that isn't entirely part of negotiations. So we decided to treat you to a typical hunter's meal. We know enough to eat heartily everyday, a Sylferox hunting party will never starve, in fact they might even fatten on our trail supplies. The only special thing about tonight's meal is the mead since honey is a rare find in the jungle."


Aeraxus looked at the intermingling of the Brutii and Sylferox bringing back memories of when he had traveled to further away lands seeking trade and gaining shelter from simple barbarian families along the mainlands. The friendliness of another race was something he often enjoyed. However every so often they would encounter a few barbarians who'd rather kill him and his crew and take the goods for free rather than trading. This thought brought back painful memories of the loss he endured, one of his crew members had their skull bashed in while he was turned by a potential trade. This was a difficult task to bring the body of his friend back to his family. Quickly Aeraxus pushed this thought out of his head not wanting to ruin his own mood.


Aeraxus looked again to the intermingling soldiers. A few of the Sylferox had procured a few ivory carvings, there was even an ivory scabbard, and were offering them as gifts or trading items to the legionaries, even though Aeraxus doubted the soldiers carried any personal items that they would be allowed to trade. Still intrigued by this foreign culture he asked Marcus about the Brutii homelands as well as explained his own culture's bases of the hunting packs as well as how every member is valued equally since each has a role to play in the survival of the pack. Aeraxus described it as being like a family the relies upon each other for survival.


***Time passes***


The time passed and the food was eaten. After watching the mingling of both sides as well as sharing their ways of life, a falcon had flown down and perched itself on Aurie's arm. The group of soldiers grew silent, the Sylferox knew this was a message being delivered while many of the Brutii aren't used to tamed birds of prey. Around the Falcon's leg was a string tied in a series of knots. She gave the bird a piece of boar meat and unfastened the knotted string from the bird's leg and handed the string to her father, Aeraxus. After looking at the string he quickly undid the knots and retied a different series. He handed this to his daughter and she refastened it to the falcon's leg and tossed the bird back into the air. "Sorry for that disturbance I have received a message from home saying that there is another vessel approaching our shores. I informed them to greet them and offer hospitality if they wish it, and that if they need to have a word with me personally that I will return when I am finished here. Of course right now, you bear the stronger importance. Let's get down to business, what proposal does the Emperor wish to make?"

The Draconian Letter

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@General Deth Glitch


Back at Hometree Knomi watched as Aeraxus left with Aurie. Later another messenger arrived. One of the fishing catamarans had seen another vessel in the distance. They deployed a rowing canoe to shore in order to relay the message. It appeared to be a Dracos clan vessel and didn't bear any noticeable threatening weapons. She after hearing the full message she climbed the wooden steps of home tree to the canopy and went to the falcon cages. There she collected Aurie's falcon and tied a message string to it's foot. She then release the falcon.


***Time passes***


Knomi waited patiently for the falcon to return. In fact patiently is an understatement. If she didn't have a piece of gum reed in her mouth chances are she'd have no teeth by now. Then the Falcon finally returned. She quickly gave the falcon a rat but seemed relatively uninterested in the flavorless meat since the boar it had earlier was much more delectable. She read the string telling her to greet them kindly and offer them food if they wish. She may answer as the leader, if they keep insisting to see him however then he will be there once he is finished with his current business.


"Ready a two crews, a catamaran, and food and mead. We are going to greet this vessel. Hurry it up, they won't wait all day, and I don't wish for them to accidentally hit a coral formation trying to come ashore." The amount of mead we've gone through today will take me ages to re-brew, hopefully it is worth it. she thought to herself, perhaps they might make a deal providing us with more supplies. They might even be surprise to find out that we don't have the means of producing bread. This idea made her laugh to herself. With this last though she grabbed her bear skin cloak and traveled down to the river to board the catamaran.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

The Preparations of Glorious Competition!

Dante looked as the messengers were dispatched in their small units. There were six being sent, one to each of the major clans of the region, Slyferox, Sondheim, Brutii and Argos and then one to travel to the minor clans bordering the west of Dracos and another to visit the small islands to the east. The messengers are in small groups, one Dracosi per messanger, clad in red silken cloaks with golden patterns of dragons and flames adorning their cloaks, a large tome. Their robes, unlike their cloaks the robes are brushed cotton, a rich red colour and are trimmed at the bottom with gold. The messenger himself is dressed in the same robe as the Dracosi but with a cloak of a bear pelt and has a beautifully crafted helmet which is also trimmed with gold and has a red gem on the forehead, with engravings of dragons all around the helm. The four soldiers accompanying the messenger are much more simply dressed then the other two. They wear simple leather armor with wolf fur capes trailing behind some and will have a shield on their back, the shield is made of wood and covered in leather with a metal trim, except for the two messenger traveling east and west, whose soldiers have no metal surrounding their round shields, with a red painting of a dragon on the face of the shield. At their waists an array of different weapons, changing from soldier to soldier, generally a sword or axe. The Messengers bow before Elessar before receiving their scrolls and then marching in formation to the center of the square where they bow before an uninterested Dante who looks dully on, waiting for them to be on their way. All this pompous ceremony seemed pointless to Dante but he knew that it was both useful to the morale and spirit of his men and, more oever, he could do little about it. The Ministers insisted. Once all this fan fair had passed on and he was free to do as he pleased, to an extent of course, the ministers would hald approve of him getting his hands dirty but fighting, the could not stop him from doing that. "Damon!" He called the minister over "raise your best men and have them meet us at the training grounds." He ordered, returning inside to grab his ornately crafted, but deliberately blunt, training Axe, deciding to grab a shield from the armoury on the way past. The Axe was never intended for actual use, its intention was to adorn the walls of the Palace and be ever sharp, but never used. Dante, as usual, disagreed, thinking that if something existed then it existed to be used and turned the fine axe into a weapon for sparring. The Training Grounds lay behind the palace in a small courtyard of their own, this courtyard was not as well protected as the square but had a large fire brazier in the center and its ground, unlike the square was dirt. The training ground would likely be the location of the tournament as a pavilion jutting out of the Palace over looked it and the side farthest from the palace had more stands for onlookers to watch, often a few soldiers with no training to attend to would watch their leader fight and spar with other soldiers from their. Yes Dante would indeed train himself and his best men as much as possible until the tournament, he did not expect to win everything but damn well intended to try.

The Red Pair


@Bobisdead123

The Messenger greeted the dock master "May she watch over you my lord." he said "Our purpose is an invitation for Lord of the Brutii. It is the wish of Draco Dante, that we invite him and his Glorious Clan to a great tournament. I can say little more until we meet with him personally or someone carrying his seal. However we wish only to create a good relation between our two Mighty Clans!" he said placing a flat palm on his breast and sweeping his left arm out before bowing his torso forward. "May I speak to say I admire you wonderful architecture, its beauty is wonderful and perhaps, rivaled only by our Lords Red Palace" he said after he had straightened his posture, "We have been traveling by sea for some time now, may I enquire about some food for my companions?" knowing full well to refer to them as below him in any way would incur the wrath of the Dracosi standing silently and tall behind him. "Im sure the ships crew have funds enough to feed themselves in your fine port" he added, implying that the crew were not included in his 'companions'

A Message from the West


@Four The Magician

A soldier had been watching a pass on the western border and saw some men, a small group but worth mentioning all the same. He woke his watch partner and told her to keep watch as he went to tell the regional commander of the development. It was not long before the Regional commander, a battleworn and scarred man, lead a small group of soldiers to greet the small party. The regional command was a close minded and untrusting fellow so immediately thought no good would come of the group "Address yourselves!" he roared at them as he approached, hand resting on the pommel of his blade. The men stated their intention and handed the man a letter, he quickly read it through and said "I doubt the Good Draco will see to any of this, a one sided deal if I do say so m'self, but no Minister am I! Aye, you had best come with me, you are to speak with the Draco himself I'd wager, he doesn't like letters with no one to bear them for him." he said motioning for them to follow as he headed back to camp to fetch some horses and dispatch some men to accompany to scouts, more to help ease their passage then anything, but they would be watching them non the less

(@Dtheraider Could we perhaps PM the actions between them for I fear my post would be sorely lacking if I made my response to you, @Bobisdead123 could we perhaps do something similar for I feel our two fellows would have quite a civilized and detailed meeting)

 

[Leusis]

A messenger arrives

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Walking upon the rather large docks just south east of the clans capital was a helot guard. His duty was to assure no crime took place and to keep watch for an vessels not of Argos. Watching the coming and going of many fishing boats it seemed to be a boring day. That however was before a large ship was spotted far off from the coast, and its origin seemed to be that of Dracos, though obviously not meant for any kind of assault, as it sailed alone. The guard quickly running to the nearby barracks quickly informed the captain, who then sent a messenger on horseback to give word to the king of this. The path into the valley of the capital was narrow and held many dangers, such as large rocks falling from the cliff sides, easily able to crush a man under its weight. However, the people of this land knew this pass very well and seemed to have a natural instinct for when things such as this would happen and thus, the messenger passed through safely. Rushing into the city and eventually into the kings training grounds he stumbled into the courtyard where he seemed to be sparring with his younger brother. His brother, turning his gaze to greet the messenger was caught off guard by the king who kicked at his ankle, knocking him off his feet. Quickly rolling over top of him he gripped his wrist and placed him in an arm bar within an instant. His younger brother tapping him on the leg to signal that he yielded to the king, Deimos. Rolling from his younger brother side and standing he would greet the messenger with a nod. "There is a Dracos ship approaching the docks to the south east, it is believed that it was sent for diplomacy" the messenger spoke quickly. "Odd, Nobody has sent even a single diplomat to my lands for quite some time, this should be interesting" Deimos spoke as he began walking towards the exit of his palace. "Deimos, where do you think you're going?" his younger brother Phobos questioned "To meet our guests of course" Deimos replied,waving his hand for ten Sacred Guard near the entrance of the palace to follow. Not even bothering to put on any clothes he proceeded to the stables, wearing nothing but a cloth tied around his waist that covered down just above his knees.


**time passes**


Stopping with his small guard on the docks only moments before the diplomat and his companions exited their ships Deimos would leap from his horse, still gleaming with sweat under the sun. His body, seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves, and even though he was incredibly muscular it did not show even a fraction of his true physical might. He was a man who could stop the charge of a fully armored horse and toss it to the ground as if it were little more than a particularly strong child. This of course was the power that allowed him to be king among a society completely devoted to warfare, and that is without even speaking of his masterful skill at arms with all weapons used in the Argos army. This was a man who did not fear meeting with a diplomat accompanied by several armed guards regardless of him wielding nothing but a cloth to hide his manhood. "Welcome to my lands" he exclaimed as he bowed slightly to both of the men wearing robes, not really paying attention to any of the larger armed individuals. After all, he had no reason to, as even the slightest agressive movement by any of them would only end in their swift death by the hands of the Sacred Guard that followed Deimos.


@General Deth Glitch

 

[Spacekitty]

"Yes, the food is just short of if we had an actual kitchen, but I doubt you'd want to trek 13 miles through the jungle just for a meal that isn't entirely part of negotiations. So we decided to treat you to a typical hunter's meal. We know enough to eat heartily every day, a Sylferox hunting party will never starve, in fact they might even fatten on our trail supplies. The only special thing about tonight's meal is the mead since honey is a rare find in the jungle."


Marcus nodded. Honey was quite common in the Brutii home land and it was often used in mead. " guess we have more in common than I thought... Marcus looked towards his guards, who were intermingling with the Slyferox warriors as if they were old friends. This shall make for a fine alliance, if he accepts.


Marcus was quite enjoying himself. He was learning quite a lot the Slyferoxian culture, how different it was yet how similar it was.


Marcus looked again at the intermingling soldiers. A few of the Sylferoxian warriors had taken out a few rather well made ivory carvings, there was even an ivory scabbard, and were offering them as gifts or trading items to his Brutii Elite guards. Sadly the Legionaries had nothing to give in return and politely denied their offers.


King Aerxus apparently was as interested about Brutii culture as was Marcus about Slyferoxian culture, and the two discussed the similatirites and differences fior what seemed like hours. Aerxus explained his own culture's bases of the hunting packs as well as how every member is valued equally since each has a role to play in the survival of the pack. Aeraxus described it as being like a family that relies upon each other for survival.


***Time passes***


The day seemed to pass by too quickly, and soon the food was eaten. Suddenly, a falcon flew out from the forest and perched itself on a slyferoxian warrior’s arm. The Slyferoxian soldiers grew silent, as did the Brutii who were shocked by the appearance of this seemingly tamed predator. The Sylferox apparently knew the significance of the bird and remained silent, all staring at a scrap of paper attached to its leg, a letter Marcus assumed. The Slyferoxian untited the parcel from the falcon’s leg and gave it a scrap of meat, which is hungrily chowed down. She then handed the letter to Aeraxus. Who, after looking at the string he quickly undid the knots and retied a different series. He handed this to his daughter and she refastened it to the falcon's leg and tossed the bird back into the air. "Sorry for that disturbance I have received a message from home saying that there is another vessel approaching our shores. I informed them to greet them and offer hospitality if they wish it, and that if they need to have a word with me personally that I will return when I am finished here. Of course right now, you bear the stronger importance. Let's get down to business, what proposal does the Emperor wish to make?"


Seeing as the diplomacy was finally beginning, Marcus stod up, dusted off his silk robe and began to speak;


“My liege offers a military alliance between our two peoples. The Emperor believes such an alliance could benefit us all, both offensively and defensively”


@Dtheraider


@General Deth Glitch expect response soon

 

[Anaxial]

Man and beast.


They are one in the same, really. The Twin Oaths understands this more than anything, they are brutal, unnecessarily gruesome in their attacks they purposely mutilated all in the hopes that the Prey would fear them, they become the master, the apex predator. Humans were carnivores at heart, they may prance around eating their fruits and their corn, but all humans no matter how bold or noble thirst for blood. The Twin Oaths, in a way could never be defeated they were an idea, a state of mind, extremist in their actions sure but in their core? Merely Human.


The Twin Oaths had taken some of the Native's lands already, fortifying them with walls of caltrops and patrolling guards to search for any who would try to navigate the maze of spiked traps. Essentially, this would force the natives to be funneled down a wide lightly forest plain in order to try and get their land back from the Mercenaries. It gave them a certain gravitas, it was insulting even. The Natives favored mounted warfare and this severely limited the native's counter attack.


"An army of fifteen thousand Natives hmm?" First Blade Elisyma questioned, her black eyes glaring down at the soldier before her. She was dressed just as before, a light chain and plate combo with a fur coat concealing her armor. "It will be a glorious slaughter." She said with a smile, the soldier breathing a sigh of relief as he seemed to relax near the woman.


"First Blade, we've been debating on digging in and holding them here, or marching forward and meeting them head on." the man said pulling a piece of parchment from his coat, handing it over to Elisyma who had been drinking from a tall glass. She raised a curious eyebrow and snatched the paper from the man.


"Very interesting..." she said as she read over the logistics of both plans. "The wolf doesn't always need to track down it's prey." She said handing it back to the man. "Especially when the sheep thinks itself a lion."


The good part of being the invader was all the forward scouting you could do without impunity, the enemy was always so concentrated on hitting you back trying to regain everything you took that the occasional spy or tracker could slip through unnoticed. These natives were clearly new to the art of War, they had no rivals that the Twin Oaths had seen and were quick to respond to any move the Twin Oaths made. This included thinking they could march a 15,000 man army of horsemen across their land without someone catching notice! Though they only had a day perhaps to prepare, the Twin Oaths feared not the native or their primitive mounts it would be a slaughter yet the Twin Oaths worked all day and well into the night setting up the trap for the army of cavalry.


Set up in the wide, lightly forested plain the Twin Oaths had fortified their position in. There was a vast opening between the Twin Oath position and where the Cavalry would need to march. Between the Twin Oath fortifications and the alley that the Natives would have to charge there were some dastardly traps set just for the mounted warriors. Small holes were dug into the dirt, if the cavalry charged the horses ran the risk of tripping up and collapsing over each other, this would create quite the panic amongst the charging horsemen. These ditches expanded across the field for roughly 200 yards before more serious holes were dug, inside large deadly caltrops waited to impale the unfortunate horse and rider than fell into these disguised holes. Only two lines of these holes existed, they wouldn't take out many but they always ran the risk of spooking the horses and causing another pile up.


Just under 50 yards behind the caltrops the Twin Oaths positions were made, lines of riflemen behind large spikes jutting forward towards the cavalry, behind the riflemen were feral men, sharpened claws wild eyes, weapons were crude and clearly meant to cause pain and intimidate the enemy. Behind the Beasts of Santili, were the Mortar stations, three in total that were also surrounded by a circle of sharpened wooden stakes. Finally, all around the battlefield, hiding between the vast fields of caltrops that forced the Cavalry down the chokehold were the Hound Masters and their dogs.


It was a solid defence, their numbers were still a concern however. It was 15,000 against roughly 4,000. Only 1,000 or so had rifles, roughly 2,000 were hound masters, and the final numbers were all feral warriors ready to tear the enemy apart. The key to victory here was forcing the natives to attack quickly so that their traps would be effective. The plan was to let the cavalry begin navigating the ditches before firing at them with the Mortars, either scaring their horses into a charge, or forcing the natives to charge forward. From there it was a war of attrition, the Twin Oaths needed to pick as many off with the Mortars and riflemen before engaging them with the Hound Masters and Beasts of Santili. The night was short and their rest was little, but when the sun began to rise over the new day, the Twin Oaths all took up their positions.


"It's funny, in a way." Elisyma said watching the field before them for the first signs of the native cavalry. "They're probably furious with us, our tactics didn't dissuade them, it encouraged them. They're coming with an army over TWICE our size, they're coming with a vengeance." she continued, talking to perhaps herself more than anyone else but by her side were several Masters, notched whips, hooks on ropes, nets, swords, and pistols all attached to their persons. One of the Masters wore a helmet that resembled a cage, caging in his head. The Masters listened to the First Blade but didn't speak.


"They're feeling it... The hunger inside of them, the blood lust. At least their leader is. I feel that our tactics won't do well against these warriors, we'll have to hope we can break them here." the first blade said. "We're not so different, I suppose." She was silent from then on, all the Mercenaries were anticipating the fight, the first real fight since they arrived on this cursed island. Both sides were ready to feed, both were ready to die, both ranks were made up of two things;


Man and Beast.

 

[Spacekitty]

The Dracosi Messenger greeted the Assini saying "May she watch over you my lord."


Assini looked over at a soldier next to him with an amused expression. The soldier remained staring ahead, but it was obvious he was trying to repress a grin. "Dracosi and their fake god" he whispered. Assini chuckled and looked back towards the messenger, who continued talking;


"Our purpose is an invitation for Lord of the Brutii. It is the wish of Draco Dante, that we invite him and his Glorious Clan to a great tournament. I can say little more until we meet with him personally or someone carrying his seal. However we wish only to create a good relation between our two Mighty Clans!" he said placing a flat palm on his breast and sweeping his left arm out before bowing his torso forward. "May I speak to say I admire you wonderful architecture, its beauty is wonderful and perhaps, rivaled only by our Lords Red Palace" he said after he had straightened his posture, "We have been traveling by sea for some time now, may I enquire about some food for my companions?" Assini nodded and motioned to the same soldier from earlier, who saluted by placing a clenched fist above his head and then rushed off with several others to bring food to the Dracosian's companions.


"Im sure the ships crew have funds enough to feed themselves in your fine port" he added, implying that the crew were not included in his 'companions'


Assini nodded once more. He didn't give a damn if the crew, or any of them, ate for that matter. All he cared about was that the Emperor receive the intriguing invitation. The Emperor would likely take the opportunity to remind the Dracosi, as well as the surrounding clans, where the real power lie.


"As you wish, follow me". Assini said. He turned around and started off, not giving them time to respond. As he lead them to the now closed gates of the port walls, he stopped for a second to raise he right hand into the air, his fingers twirling in the air. On command, the great wood and iron doors swung inward, revealing a large and busy market place.


The market place was a huge hive of activity. Tents of various sizes and constructed of anything from drift wood to fine mahogony covered every inch of ground that was not already covered by the crowd of people. The disparity between each tent was great, almost unbelievable. A tent made of driftwood where a single fisherman stood, selling his days catch, right next to a large mahogany stand with a colored cloth roof with multiple fisherman selling a multitude of fish at outrageous prices. A line of peasants dressed in filthy rages next to a much shorter line of well dressed men and woman expecting each and every fish, commenting distastefuly on any slight imperfection.


This disparity was seen in every section of the market, from the fish vendors to the ware makers. The poor dressed in smelly rags and the rich dressed in silk robes.


Assini led them straight through the busy market place, his guards pushing aside any peasant who got in there way, and politely requesting any rich man to move aside.


This disparity, was not evident in the market place alone. The area just outside the market place, while not being particularly poor, was even worse. The houses, decently constructed from carved stones and thatched roofs, were quite a contrast to the homeless men, woman and children who slept in the alley ways or simply on the side of the street.


Every now and then the group would pass a particularly poor section of the city, the houses being made entirely of drift wood and scraps from the construction of other homes. In the middle of these slums one could usually find a military barracks, an odd coincidence.


As they got nearer and nearer to the royal palace, the common homes and the slums were replaced with busy and well made shops and taverns, filled with rich, poor and common alike. But even here, the disparity was evident. In the taverns the poor sat in the very back drinking watered down mead. The common sat in sturdy wood seats drinking cheap mead and wine, while the rich sat in coushined seats drinking fine wine and dining on freshly baked pies.


Here the homes were well constructed and were often two to even 3 stories tall. Made of stone and having shingled roofs, these were the homes of the richest citizens. Just beyond this small section of the city stood the palace outer walls.


The large stone walls dominated the region. Taller and thicker than the city walls, they could withstand direct hits from even the largest Trebuchet. Spaced out quite evenly along the walls stand towers only about 10ft taller than the walls themselves. Upon these towers sit small defensive catapults, capable of hurling anything from small stones to Greek fire down onto attackers. Of course this would damage the city but in defense of the Emperor, it is a small price to pay.


The wall had two entrances, each defended by an extra thick wall section, two large towers, and a set of two large iron braced wooden doors. If an army where to break through the first doors, they would fi themselves in a medium sized arched room from which arrows and hot tar would be showed down upon them.


Peaking above even these high walls stood the palace itself. Standing at 4 stories tall, it was the largest fortress in all of the land. Of course, to the outsiders it would be only little bigger than the average fortress. To the natives however, was a behemoth. Most of all, it was a symbol of Brutii power. Built to look good and still be defensibal, it features a large entrance gate similar to the main gates and a multitude of towers and patios housing archer legions and defensive catapults. The walls of the palace feature ramparts with smooth paths for hot tar to be poured down on unsuspecting enemies.


As they approached the gates to the palace, the houses and taverns were replaced with military barracks and training fields. At these training fields whole legions were busy practicing their formations. Others practiced solo combat by sparring with other soldiers. Some even engaged in massive legion versus legion sparring battles.


As the party passed them, they gave no notice. Those who did were scolded by their commands and immediately returned back to training. As they reached the gates they were hailed by an unseen guard who, after hearing their purpose, orders the gates be opened.


Slowly the massive gates swung inward, revealing the arched interior. Lined up on the walls of the inner chamber was line of Brutii Elite, denoted by the golden trimmings on their red cloak and their large shields. As they passed the Brutii Elite remained staring straight ahead at there counterpart on the opposite wall. The secondary doors swung inward, traveling the circular courtyard that surrounds the palace. The courtyard was stunning beautiful, a paradise among a wasteland. Gardens, big and small filled the courtyard. Large fields and small quite ponds dotted the landscape.


As they approached the palace gates itself they swung inward, traveling a long and narrow defensive hallways only three men wide.


As they traveled through this dimly lit hallway, it suddenly opened up into a large and wall lit chamber similar to that of a cathedral.


A red silk sheet was spread across the marbel floor, creating a pathway that lead directly to the raised platform on which sat the throne. A large and brilliant wooden seat, covered in red silk pillows, gold trimmed arm rests and a diamond studded back. Upon this throne sat Emperor Antonio, who looked distastfully at an empty cup of pure gold. He tossed it to a servant, who refilled it was a dark purple nectar, and gingerly handed it back to the Emperor, who swished the nectar around in the cup before taking a tiny sip.


Seeming to notice the visitors for the first time, he looked indifferently at them and said;


"What brings you to my royal palace, Dracosi?"


@General Deth Glitch

 

[Darksidedylanb]

Colonial


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Nation name- The United Colonies


Expedition leader- General Washington


Special characters- General Nathan Greene/ General Lee/ General Leo


Capitol- Washington DC


Colonies (limited to 4, coastal only, includes Capitol)-Georgia/ Virginia/ Florida/ Boston


Military: UC Forces


Army size- 40,000 Foot Soldiers/ ????? Special Forces/ 20,000 Naval Ships


Standard troops- Minutemen


Elite forces- UC Marines


Navy-UC Royal Navy


Summary- The United Colonies is a place of freedom and liberty, where one can follow there dreams, but do not take them for granted for there army is loyal and ruthless

 

[Spacekitty]

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Colonial
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Nation name- The United Colonies


Expedition leader- General Washington


Special characters- General Nathan Greene/ General Lee/ General Leo


Capitol- Washington DC


Colonies (limited to 4, coastal only, includes Capitol)-Georgia/ Virginia/ Florida/ Boston


Military: UC Forces


Army size- 40,000 Foot Soldiers/ ????? Special Forces/ 20,000 Naval Ships


Standard troops- Minutemen


Elite forces- UC Marines


Navy-UC Royal Navy


Summary- The United Colonies is a place of freedom and liberty, where one can follow there dreams, but do not take them for granted for there army is loyal and ruthless

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[SpiralErrant]

"And you're certain of this?" Claudia frowned, looking up from the weather worn field report placed before her. No wonder the Iron Rose captain had thrown himself into soldiery with such vigor, his talents certainly didn't lie in scholarly pursuits if the sloppy handwriting on this report was anything to go by. Had he rested on a rock while making this?


"Yes Ma'am!" The scout barked, still stood at attention. "Captain Ranhoff sent out multiple squadrons of outriders and compared reports from all supporting ship captains and support vessels. They report no found signs of occupation within current southern boundaries and confirmed early estimates on the mountain range that was spotted upon landing, Ma'am!" They saluted again for good measure.


"Excellent, then consolidation may progress without obstruction." Claudia smiled slightly and began writing up fresh instructions.


A few hours later and she had produced the copies and sent the scouts out to relay her orders. Captain Ranhoff was to bring his detachment back further north to the beginning of the mountain range in front of New Aaldfel where they would rendezvous with an added support of a further two hundred troops, evenly split between halberdiers and riflemen, bringing their total numbers up to a clean five hundred while the supporting dreadnoughts returned to dock while a trio of frigates explored the eastern coast of the island.


Meanwhile the ground forces that had been sent out would guard and assist the engineer troop they would accompany to the mountains. With liberal using of blasting powder they would be able to quickly start the mining process to see what materials these mountains had to offer. At the worst case scenario they would still have an ample supply of stone to supplement the defensive structures that had been built in New Aaldfel and to build their second planned colony here in these foreign lands. A Fort at the head of the mountain range would give their troops a highly elevated defensive position and the placement would allow them to view and control the northern fork in the road that had naturally formed on this island.


"God willing we shall find something more useful to send back to the republic in those hills."