Dawn of Enlightenment

[The Creator Prime]

Kingdom of a Thousand Suns

~ Royal Garden of Castle Herchelhamm, Archeldenburg ~
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Days were growing ever closer, and the depth of night seemed to bring with it an ever increasing supply of even greater stars than ever before- Eleiss saw it as a great sign, but in truth, it had been a mighty disappointment. Whilst those he had hoped for came, they came in even fewer numbers than he'd ever anticipate. It would seem that the once great mighty of Kastorian knights had withered away, and what little prestige remained amongst the world would've had to be taken from the islands of their ancestry.


Eleiss pondered quite quickly, for at this very moment, the abassadors of the few whom did accept his requested assistance would arrive to his halls- The greater halls of the Millennial Suns Order. He had managed to prepare the people of his nation, since their birth, for the common battle, and it was almost about time for the tides to turn. The students and the knights of his lords had gathered, great armies supplied and ready for battle and these battleplans had been thoroughly researched and discussed for more than five generations. Eleiss felt the burden of command against his shoulders, but the plate of his armour had prepared him; strenghtened his body and determination. It was for this very moment that his ancestors did not faulter, they did not give up, and instead taught the art of the sword, the shield, the armour, the lance, and the great chivalry to their offspring.


It was the ripe time for the taking of the fruit which had been in growth for the last two millenia, and he would rather see the sky forever-dark, rather than lose this chance for retribution. The people would finally serve their proper masters, and they will give in, with time.


But all toughts were suddenly, very abruptly, cut short. Three individuals brought themselves down the dimly lit corridor, at their helm were two knights of Primarch status, assigned guards to one of the last remaining holy locations in the eyes of the Thousand Suns. One would realize this, for when the sky turns dark, and the thousand suns' piercing light shines like the beacon which drives the world onwards, this place, formerly the known as the Locomata, was the one place where, through the coloured glass, the mechanation of the suns were given form to the human eye.


But instead of focusing his gaze upon this great wonder, he instead greeted his newly arrived visitors with a Kastorian gesture of good faith, by placing his hand over his left shoulder. He continued, as he greeted, to reach out his hand to each guest and shake it welcomingly. "Ah, I greet you now with the kindest of regards! It is of utmost honour that I hold you here, and it is with the utmost respect that I wish for you to have experienced a most pleasant journey here!"


@Maven

 

[Evanw1256]

The High Kingdom of Perison

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High Prince Bomen was having his slaves put his armor on him when his brother, Prince Armet, entered, "What are you doing here, Armet?" Bomen asked without even glancing at his brother. Armet was only just a man, as he had turned sixteen only a few months ago. He was 5'4", with pale skin, curly black hair that reached down passed his ears, and emerald eyes. He was wearing a silk, burgundy and orange tunic and was holding a piece of parchment, "I've come to tell you that a councilor from the Guild Lands, with the Zhou Emperor, his sister, and an ambassador. They will arrive in a few days." Armet set the parchment on the desk next to his brother, who turned to face him, "And? Is that it?" "For news, yes. However, I believe I should be the one to receive them, unless father returns before they arrive." "Why you, and not me?" Bomen replied, looking down on his brother, "Reasons I'd rather not try to explain to you." Bomen stared Armet down for a moment before replying, "Very well. If that is all then please leave my chambers." "I will get everything setup." Armet bowed and left.

The Gift of Moris, Sailing to Puretos

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"Your Majesty! We will be arriving soon!" The captain of the Gift of Moris, High King Morus' ship, yelled across the deck. Morus was sitting by the front of the ship, taking in the smell of the lake water and the warmth of the bright sun, "Good. I hope to get this done in a day or two." Morus yelled back, standing up. He looked out at the horizon, where the shape of the island began to form, "Another failed siege of Puretos. Perhaps this will have been the last attack on Puretos in my lifetime." He mumbled to himself as the warm breeze gently blew his hair back. Kyrex, who was now 68, had ruled the island of Puretos since before Morus gained the crown, which was given to him after the death of his father. He was 35 when he inherited the crown, he had already gained a deal of renown from being a victor in one of the Tournaments of Moris and from his role as Commander in one of the wars against Jin'Hua. Morus was the third son of his father, however both of his older brothers were killed, and as such he became the crown prince.

 

[Crumbli]

The seventh reborn united hold of Baohai

The old palace, Wamego

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The sun lays a warm finger upon the Baohainess' forehead. She looks youthful for her age with skin, perfectly smooth and almost wrinkle free. Her balcony was forged from stone bricks and all around her were the buildings of the people, her people. She sees the citizens of Baohai as her own children and would sooner die than allow something horrid to befall them once again.


Her long, well-kept nails tap against the stone surface of the railings of her balcony. Her mind is aloft with hellish visions and dastardly deeds performed by their former oppressors. Many of her people had forgotten or simply choose not to worry over the past their ancestors were subjected to. She is not many of her people however and chooses to keep the stories vivid in her mind.


The city around the palace is one of industry. It doesn't scream of commerce or residence but of productivity. It's the city that holds the barracks and a large supply of weaponry for the men. Warehouses and healthily wide roads help to warden off the city into neat sectors and those neat sectors into even neater lots. The occasional trail of smoke comes from the chimneys of a handful of factories that work with heavier metals, fabrics, flesh or even the dead.


To the people of Baohai, burning the deceased was an act of utmost respect. During many of their winters the dead had been uncovered, undressed and consumed so that the living may live another day. This occurred mostly during the first reborn hold but was still performed every now and then when food supplies were dwindling. To guarantee that the dead were not dishonoured, they were burned. Their corpses would turn to ash and their ash would be placed in urns for the family to keep or across the streets to signify that they were at one with the nation they died serving.


The Baohainess blinks slowly, her almost golden eyes now glassed over from the light of day. She turns around in a hurry and returns inside the palace. Two of her guardsmen close the doors behind her and begin to follow her until she is in the company of the privy council. "Baohainess, you're as radiant as Aurea herself." comments one of her advisers. He appears to be an old man with blonde hair and a squarish face. His stomach's round and protrudes well past the level many mark as healthy. Her other advisers begin to bow in her presence before she waves them to stop. She clears her throat and asks them, "What news do you bring for me on this morrow?"


Her words are spoken fast and without any hesitation. She's impatient to hear their news and is secretly hopeful they discovered more Dacolite fugitives. "Baohainess, your majesty, we've found two Dacolites and unfortunately a vein of heresy amongst a mountain colony. If the grand inquisition were to discover such a thing it would be harmful for our reputation." Another of her advisers speaks up. This one is a woman in her mid thirties. Her hair is a dark brown, her skin a ghostly white and her eyes light green. "What sort of heresy are we speaking of? Cultists? Sacrificial morons?" The advisers look amongst each other before the elderly man answers her question. "They're worshippers of the celestial divines. They're already under custody and being beaten with stones by the lower class of the area. The Dacolite fugitives are being brought here for your.. Bathing habits."


It isn't common knowledge that the queen of Baohai has Dacolite prisoners bled out in her bathing chambers. Her council, royal guards and representative of the church are the only to know of this. The news would be likely to cause some civil unrest if leaked and believed. The Baohainess smiles before placing her hands together. Her posture is lost in a moment of glee but regained once her common sense and queenly manners return to her. "Wonderful, is there anything else amiss?"


"Not as far as we know. The stocks of wood and supply levels of food are at a sustainable level and we should make it through the next winter with great ease. Our people seem somewhat happy but are working themselves sick as usual. Might I suggest a premature holiday to allow them rest? Perhaps a day of rest in honour of the higher divines such as Therras and Mareus-," Her adviser is yet to finish his sentence before she interrupts him, "You forgot to thank Iridus. She is what allows us to receive the harvested berries to turn to wine." He feigns ignorance and laughs at her mention of a forgotten deity "It appears I did. How forgetful of me. Perhaps it's my age finally taking a toll on me. The holiday period is a go however?" He takes a step toward the Baohainess as she mulls over his suggestion. "Yes. It will take place on the 18th day of the sun. It will be to all the higher divines with honourable mentions to the lesser." 'The lesser like my lord Rening.' She turns away from them and makes her way upstairs.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Legate Abbadon and the Third Superior Legion


The soldiers moved in two columns towards their eventual destination over the horizon. The Legion streamed along with their Orveisian counterparts marching instep together as if one. A sight to behold, the finest warriors of Orveis shoulder to shoulder with those of the Guild Lands. It would have been enough to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies a century earlier, even a month, since the assassinations of most of the Guild Councillors, many Senators, several Legates and dozens of other influential people the nation had been on the verge of disarray. Well until Abbadon had declared a military government in the wake of the deaths, until the war was over a Triumvirate would rule the Guild Lands. Legate Abbadon would represent the Military, while also being the de facto head of the nation. Councillor Rhegan would lead the Guilds in this dark time, and finally a woman of cloth would represent not only the clergy but also the common citizens, High Oratess Adeline Varmaur. A tenuous peace had been established to hold the fabric of the Guild Lands together until former High Councillor Ducainne returned and could resume her station as per protocols.


The war had continued and the Peace Conference in Gath had ended on the same day the assassinations took place. The delegations both were slaughtered with each side blaming the other for what had occurred. The Thalonian King had been killed and so had his three sons, his daughter who was just eighteen survived her attack with only scratches and would be succeeding her late father to the throne of Thalon shortly, her first act was to be continuing the war to get revenge for the deaths of her brothers and her father, also for he lives of the soldiers lost at the Battle of the Fields of the River Tyria. The end had been in the grasp of each side, and the shadows had come forth and drowned the cries for peace to the point that it was now dangerous to voice a desire for an end to the war.

Montrequienne, Capital of Redania


Atlas sat on the balcony of his townhouse, looking at the frost roses he had brought with him from the Imperium. They looked like roses, but were shades of blue, and had what appeared to be frost on the tips though it was just a growth common to the flower. They were extremely rare, only traded on the black market, and were only found in the Imperium, most of which were in the Imperial Gardens.Most believed them to be a simple myth, though here they would likely thrive, soaking up the humid air, pleasant climate, and favorable light. One in particular was to be a gift to someone the Prince appreciated and to the one person he looked forward to meeting sooner than later, for there were matters to be discussed of importance. He turned and looked at the servant girl who had been standing there without a word so as to not disturb her lord. "Out with it," He said coolly though all of his staff knew full well that he did not mean personal offense, he was irritable and the one thing that made him on edge the most, family. The letter the girl was holding was clearly from his father, and few things were important enough for his father to send a courier. She stepped forward and handed him a message, no words to be said. He gently took the letter and offered the girl a smile as he calmed himself, "You may go," He said his voice a bit warmer as he realized how cold he was being.

Atlas,


You are to wed the Princess Ysolde of the High Marches to seal an alliance between her mother's Kingdom and ours. Set sail within five days of getting this and arrive there in their capital no later than the First of Fire. The Imperium is counting on you. May the gods guide you.


Your father,


Marcus Rhael,


Imperator of the New Imperium of Altera

The scroll fell to the ground as tears fell form his reddened eyes. His fate had been decided and sealed by his father's word. There was no out for him now, he would need to leave soon... but not before he spoke to the Supreme Chancellor about this and about his departure. That would have to be on the morrow though, as she was likely to be swamped with the arrival of the former High Councillor of the Guild Lands and with the arrival of the Ivory Queen. Things in Redania seemed to be at a critical point in history... and the fate of many would be decided here.

 

[Evanw1256]

The High Kingdom of Perison


Puretos, Outside the walls of Dum Korithia
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The crimson cloak Muros wore flapped in the wind as he walked across the muddy field, towards the midpoint between the siege camp and the city. It was midday and the sky was filled with light-grey clouds that blocked the sun. He was followed by a bodyguard of four elite warriors and two bowmen that stayed behind. When he reached the meeting point he waited, unable to see the only surviving rebel lord, Kyrex. After a brief moment of waiting the gates of the city opened and let through a small group of men in blue cloaks carrying blue banners. The group approached on foot, and was consisted of six warriors and Kyrex, who wore his bronze armor.


He was a short, stout man with snow white hair and a long beard. As they approached the meeting point Muros shouted out to the rebels, "Some could see your choice of wearing blue as going against the gods themselves." Kyrex smiled and stopped a couple feet away from Muros, "Blue is simply a color, it's not as if I am wearing water." Muros nodded, "Indeed. Now, let's get down to business. I am well aware you have the supplies to keep this siege lasting for a good amount of time, and I am sure by now you've realized that there is no way you can win, as I can easily raise 50,000 more soldiers. As such I would like to negotiate your surrender" "Oh? And how long will these terms last? I'd prefer not to end up like the other rebels, in a couple of years." Muros frowned, "The rest of your short life, of course. Here are my terms, your life and freedom will be spared, however you will be stripped of all titles and become an ordinary citizen." Kyrex thought for a moment, before replying, "Not good enough. I'd prefer to keep my well earned land." Muros smiled, everything was playing out as he had originally expected it to, "There's no way I can let you keep an entire island after you have rebelled against me twice. You may keep your title as a noble, and you will be given an estate on this island, however you will not be able to keep this island." Kyrex chuckled, "This island is small and poor, I want a large estate in Dum Bothidian and all of my current riches." Muros crossed his arms, looked back at his bodyguard, then spoke, "Very well. You will concede defeat and this island back to the High Kingdom of Perison, keep your titles as a noble, and be given a large estate in Dum Bothidian, and keep all of your current wealth. I expect you and your men to leave the city by nightfall, tomorrow. We will transport you to your estate." Kyrex smiled back at Muros, "No, give me a map and I will find it myself. I will return to Dum Bothidian on my own ship." "Fine." After a brief moment of staring each other down, they turned and returned from where they had both came, "I want ships ready to follow Kyrex's ship and make sure he sails straight to Dum Bothidian. Prepare the rest of the men to occupy Dum Korithia." Muros said to his new second-in-command, one of the elite warriors that had followed him, Orion, as they walked back to the siege camp.

 

[Yennefer]

Gawking ravens that made their home in the eastern tower flew in circles like a hunter over its prey. Each danced intricately with the oncoming gales as if listening to its soft words about what was to come. The night's embrace gleamed with lunar light, making the feathers of these clever creatures shine like black metal, and the tower that they called their home, shimmering as if made by silver. The proceedings of various delegations where now commencing in the juxtaposing golden building of the Summer Palace. Tonight was the night that meant the most for all the powers in Redania. The Ivory Queen, The High Councilor, and the Prince, all present in the capitol city of Montrequienne. All that was left was the Orvesian's and some pretenses of war, which fortunately both weren't present. Leliana came forth from the looming building clad in her light violet dress. She stepped into a carriage and rested easily on its soft silky cushions inside. She had a few scrolls with her: messages, invitations, referendums, all that sort and as the ride towards the home of Sentator Watermore went on slowly, she read each with tact. As the head of the Intelligence Bureau, she needed to know everything, especially on an event such as this. The senators from far and wide grew tiresome of what was occurring, instilling their individual faith on the young Chancellor. They also wished to know what was happening as well, hounding the Nightengale of what was to come. She had her agents watch the envoys carefully, all in the guise of guards, workers and different sorts. Her eyes had to be open, tonight was the night to not be blind. When the carriage finally arrived at the elegant home of her old friend, the Nightengale relaxed to see her dear friend once more.


"Cassandra!" She greeted, as the Senator of Nevarra entered to join the assassin agent. "It is good to see you my friend, how is Nevarra fairing in your absence?"


"It is doing well, which is surprising to say the least! Haha!" She quipped as the two shared a good laugh. "How are the Crows? Found anything interesting as of late?"


"The duke of Berrymore is doing quite great with his exercise regiment. In three to four weeks or so, he'll shed quit a considerable amount of fat." Leliana teased sarcastically.


"Thats not what I meant Leliana. How is everything?"


Leliana finished laughing, then her solemnity surfaced. "Its surprisingly going well, but the delegations with the Ivory Nation hasn't even started yet since your here yourself. I have caught wind that Rodrick visited the former High Councilor, passed on from an agent of mine who watched Seraphine in the guise of a nun. The two exchanged lovely words, I heard." She replied with sarcasm. "My agent also informed me about the alliance with Yorgrim, it seems our Irisviel is to kind yet again to make the hardened choices." She continued with the last part sprinkled with lightened humor.


"I see... This means no trade agreement with the High Marches."


"Didn't you oppose it in the Congregation Cassandra?"


"Of course I did, but not before we were informed that the Imperium allowed it. I have my second guesses I must admit, but I stand behind our Chancellor nonetheless. She knows what she is doing and I have confidence in her, especially in these trying times. What else have you learned Leliana?"


"Well, the Imperium has formed an Alliance with the High Marches, maybe that is why they are allowing it. It is odd, I must say. Those two powers were at each other's throats over land rights for quite a long time but now they are working together. I have my agents working as servants for the Prince but I haven't caught wind of their progress."


"We could always just ask him, Leliana. What if he finds out your spying on him."


"He won't, my spies aren't dumb enough to peruse his things so openly nor would they do it altogether. They are subtle, give us at least that credit Cassandra. And even if they are caught they'll rather die then confess who they are employed to. We're not like the assassins that killed the councilors in the Guild Lands. To be quite frank, they are no where near being called as such. What they did dishonors us all." Leliana grunted, especially at the last part.


"They were killed either way."





"But not in the same way a true assassin would. Subtlety is our bailiwick; secretive killing. What they did was a massacre, something in which is the polar opposite of assassination. If I had found out it was that easy to thwart the Guild Lands, I would have suggested it to Irisviel long ago."


The Nevaran Senator rolled her eyes and Leliana laughing at the reaction. The two then grew quiet and sat in comfortable silence in the carriage. "We're nearing the palace." The Senator quietly whispered. "Morrigan probably already arrived hours ago, she was eager to join from what I heard. This is what she calls 'fun' I could only imagine what her hobbies are like. Hopefully everything will go well."


"You and me both my friend, you and me both."

 

[Ahzek Ahriman]

Within the Empire the small group of head government officials poor over a list, a list of objectives Xi left for his advisers and regent while he was gone are laid out on a large Ebony table, the small group sitting at the table make up the heads of state of the government and it's ministers. Chang steeples his hands together, before speaking quietly. "If His Imperial Majesty wishes for us to send an envoy to his Majesty King Michael of Selanar to speak of a possible military alliance." At this point he is cut off by general grumbles and mutterings of disagreement, before Ishii the Commander of the Armed forces speaks up, his elderly face covered in deep crags though his eyes hide a spark of ferocity and intellect beyond his age of sixty-eight. "Well, how can we be sure of Ryzhai being okay with our dealings within a nation right on their borders!" Chang sighs, nodding before speaking in agreement, "I understand your worries my friend, but His Imperial Majesty is not stupid, he knows what he is doing and I trust him not to lead our glorious nation into a war with both of the great old Lunar families!" As the various government officials nod, before drafting a formal letter to King Michael of Selanar.


To his Royal Majesty the King of Selanar, King Michael


The Empire of Zhou, you trade partner and close ally wishes to formally request that you allow our troops permission to cross through your territory and vise-versa with your troops. As such we wish to support your allies the Ryzhai Empire in the coming war and would like to ask that if they refuse our support at first to speak with them upon our behalf.


-In the name of His Imperial Majesty, the head of the Lotus of the East, the Empire of Zhou.


Upon finishing the short letter, Chang would excuse himself, stepping out and heading down the messengers barracks, finding one of the free messengers and sending him off, the Envoy riding off in his carriage with about twelve guards heading off towards Selanar.

 

[Reddrection]

The Clans of Yorgrim





Freyr
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"Are you serious?" Freyr nodded, barely able to contain his smile. "That's amazing!" Runa tackled Freyr in a bear hug, almost knocking him to the study floor. He expected them to rejoice over the news with Redania, but this was a little much. "You should've seen him there with the Lady Irisviel. He spoke with a power that managed to sway her to our side. Us, over those 'high and mighty' High Marches. She even has made plans to visit Yorgrim's plentiful lands. He's a real charmer." Ragnvaldr laughed heartily. A the mention of Irisviel, Runa released Freyr, her face an extra shade of pinkish. The mention of the High Marches resurfaced his thoughts he had been mulling over since their departure from Redania. "Good on you Freyr. For being probably the most peaceful Hilmer ever, you seemed to have taken charge rather nicely." Rainer winced, leaning back in his chair. The caretakers had patched him up well enough, though he resisted their orders to try and rest. A futile thing, to order the Asger to rest when there was work to be done. "Really you all, it wasn't anything much. I managed to establish an alliance with Redania, and now with The People's Republic. We've allies now." "Allies indeed. Redania is a strong trade partner. As for this republic of the people... well you saw Rainer getting his hide tanned out there." Rainer attempted to stand, then cursed and slid back into his seat regretting the decision. "I'll have you know I won that fight Ragnvaldr, or were you too stunned to have seen it?" "Humph, more like too deep in my cups. Your fight started out as if you'd be given a swift execution. Rather boring in actuality." Freyr muffled a laugh. Ragnvaldr was happily slinging everything he had at Rainer, who remained unable to kick him in the teeth for it. Despite winning, he had taken quite a beating from the legate. "Brother, play nice. Freyr we're proud of you. This is truly a sign of good tidings to come." "Indeed I've had enough of all these envoys for lifetime or two. You with me Freyr?"


Freyr hesitated. All of Yorgrim had heard the rumors of the High Marches campaign to unite the north under their banner. It only seemed to bring about more rumors. Even Freyr had seemed to believe them for the most part. Now after his long time of thought on the matter, he grew more and more curious as to these possible enemies, if they were enemies at all. Freyr had given the good news, now for the news they probably weren't wanting to hear. "Actually... I've been thinking." His friends cocked their heads in concern. I've been thinking was a phrase that usually meant there was still more to be said. Usually not good things to be said. "On the trip back from Redania, I had a lot of time to sort though my thoughts. I think... I think I aught to go and see these 'High Marches' for myself." A moment of silence. They all stared at Freyr, checking his seriousness. "Ha! Good one Freyr." Rainer laughed nervously. "Nice of you to pull such pranks on a wounded man. Come now, tell us what's really on your mind." Freyr turned to look his friend in the eyes. His expression hammered in the fact he was completely serious. "Freyr... You can't be serious. We just got back from Redania with their alliance and the newly forged alliance with The People's Republic. Don't strain the chains after just being pulled form the flame." "I must know for myself. We've all been taught from being small skal children that the High Marches would go to war with us over a peaceful alliance, and it seems that other nations have similar rumors to believe. Even Sola believed the matter to be true. I'm not so sure. I have to prove or disprove these rumors for myself. You all must trust in me." The four of stood, along with Rainer slumping in his chair, in silence. Runa wouldn't meet his eyes. Rainer's gaze remained unbroken on the Hilmer's face, trying to pick through Freyr's mind. Ragnvaldr opened his mouth to argue numerous times, only to be at a loss for words. They remained in utter quiet for what seemed like forever.


"Well... if you're going to do something stupid without me, you might as well count me in." Rainer forced himself to stand. He patted where the wound was to show he was up to the task despite his injury. "No, Rainer. You're in no condition..." "Same with me Einar." Runa leaned on the round table across from him. Her gaze quieted the Hilmer rather quickly. "No way you're going on such a long journey without Yorgrim's brains, not to mention currently most capable warrior..." "Pardon?" "... at your side. You're not going with out us. End of story." Freyr was speechless. His friends still managed to surprise him. Freyr couldn't help but grin at his friends willingness to follow him. They smiled back, Rainer loosing balance for a split moment and immediately dismissing it. "We're being guided by three of Yorgrim's most insane. Still..." Ragnvaldr looked at their determined expressions. "I suppose I'll have to support you. Considering we can't leave Yorgrim completely without intelligence, I volunteer to stay behind and make sure everything is in order." Ragnvaldr sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Seems I'll be drinking heavily for the rest of the season..." The three laughed as Ragnvaldr walked out of the study and headed to his room in the guildhall. "Well my friends. It seems we've a lot to do in preparation." "Verily. I'll round up some Drengr and Valkyries who'd be willing to join us." "I'll send word to the High Marches of our envoy heading their soon. Should I tell them all of us are coming?" "Tell them the Hilmers of Yorgrim come to see what the rest of the north is like and possibly create friendly relations. Take no chances in your choice of words." The two of them scurried off, Rainer in more of a hobble. Rainer leaned on the round table of his study. There was much to be done. He knew he was taking a huge gamble, but Yorgrim had gotten nowhere remaining neutral. He already had two allies at their backs. If he could find a way to resolve the matter of the High Marches peacefully, maybe even make friendly alliances with them, a united North by the two major powers could be influential in this diplomatically inspired world. "To unite the North under one banner... There is wisdom in those words. Under what banner is the real question." Freyr paused, thinking of a united, peaceful North. The thought excited him. "Long Live Yorgrim and the North she calls her home."

 

[Oberons Veil]

Atlas moved swiftly down the corridors of streets toward the Summer Palace. His guards were in a tight formation around him as it was dark and while the streets were lit, their lights glowing softly causing shadows to dance happily across the streets, it meant that anyone could be lurking not far from them posing a risk to the Prince's life. He was not going to be waiting for a response from the Supreme Chancellor, the matter at hand was incredibly important and if he was to succeed he had to have an audience with her before the next day. The guards with him were loyal to him above all else, not to his father, and just before leaving to seek out Lady Irisviel they had slaughtered those guards who were loyal to the Imperator. Atlas... wished to defect. He couldn't remain a Prince of the Imperium as that would mean his fate would be sealed to be married to some Northern Princess whom he did not know and doubted he would ever love.

They passed by the Grand Cathedral and soon they approached the Summer Palace. A thud and the sound of metal on metal erupted from the small group as one of his guard's had been felled by an arrow and another was battling a would be assassin or kidnapper. It mattered not as their mission was the Palace. "Get His Majesty to that Palace!" Cried the guard who was taking on another shadowed figure. The group began to sprint, their armor rattling and Atlas' cloak fluttering in the wind. More arrows, though most only hit armor or shields not striking home, on their targets, another guard broke off to delay the figures that had bypassed the other one. The gilded gates of the Palace came into clear sight when another volley of arrows brought down three of the remaining eight guards. Five and the Prince continued running now at more of a sprint, or as close to one as they could considering the armor.

As they reached the gate, the guards put up their shields in a pseudo shield wall as the Prince demanded entry to speak to the Supreme Chancellor. The arrows had stopped and the fighting as well. None of the guards who had been killed by arrow of blade was alive, no sounds were made except for the wind from the coast, the sounds of a city, and the heavy breathing of Atlas' guards.

@Nateorious​

((ATTN everyone! I will make a world post later this day that will advance time nearly one month. I will be sure to include various things that have happened. Also I will include detailed updates on the Guild Lands - Thalon War, the War between Ryzhai and Kithara, along with some other matters.))

 

[general ostruppen]

The peoples Republic



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A week or more had passed and the Republic managed to gain a strong alliance and trade to the north, Teriq was pleased with the news and now awaited for his fellow consul member Augustus to complete his mission with the same diplomatic mission with the kingdom of Redania. Known for its rich trade in the very center of the world, having access to trade in every direction. This was a perfect opportunity to help pay the republics debt in no time. Teriq had also received reports of the Ships he sent to the new world and it seemed grim. In the first week the fleet had been hit with a major storm which caused one large ship to drown and criple a small one. Only 35 sailors were rescued from the large ship before it sank. The small crippled ship was towed by another small vessel and sailed back to the small island for repairs, they estimated that it would take a month or two before it was up and sailing. On the second weak the fleet had been hit with another storm but no losses were reported and the fleet sustained minor damages. Teriq hoped for them to find this new world and report back immediately. Teriq now had to focus on the home front now and reform there military, the starkens of course didn't need the reformation. This reformation would construct a new legionary army, this legions job would to head to the new world and contain it. The legion would have 2 cohorts and when the expeditions are don they would be sent in. Soldiers who joined the fifth legion army would be rewarded with land in the new world which alot of people would benefit and want.





Augustus in his ship had continued to travel to the kingdom of redania and decided to take his time, the letter to the leader had been sent many days ago and he would first explore there lands and learn alittle bit of there culture. The general, Labatos, and the other centurians rest themselves in there small quarter playing Terni Lapilli (A.K.A tic tac toe). The men were quite bored of the constant travel of the sea and couldn't really do much on the ship other then wait and help manage the ship. "How long do yah think it'll take to land in Redania general?" Labatos turned to the general who was laying in bed writing in his journal. The general looked to him, "Well its been at least week and I believe we should arrive in a matter of two-three days at the least." The soldiers groaned from hearing that message, they didn't want to stay in this god forsaken ship. "For the gods sake just read a damn book."

 

[Reddrection]

The Clans of Yorgrim





Rainer
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Rainer paced in his wing of the guildhall, inspecting various pieces of armor and weapons that adorned his armory. He fixed anything that seemed out of place with meticulous attention to detail. His side ached less and less every day. Rainer had been resting whenever Freyr noticed him up and sent him off. Whenever he got the chance though, he couldn't help being up and doing various tasks. He'd even cleaned the entire main hall which tended to be his least favorite chore. Besides, being active allows the blood to flow and help you heal. At least that was Rainer's excuse. He really couldn't help being the least bit excited for the trip to the High Marches. The others seemed nervous about the the whole ordeal, and Runa had been trying to talk him out of going because of his wound. Rainer however wanted to see this place and meet with those he might clash steel with. That and he wanted to explore like Ragnvaldr had. Rainer hardly cared if he came back alive. He just wanted to get out of the walls every now and then.


A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. He grabbed his tunic and slid it on. "It's open and I'm presentable." Runa poked her head in. "You should be resting like Freyr ordered." "Eh, armor looked off. Couldn't make myself leave it like that." "You just want a reason to be up." "Verily." Rainer motioned her in. Runa stepped in taking in her surroundings. Rainer's wing wasn't much. There was the armory you walked in to, a stairwell that lead to his chamber, and a small living area just under that. Heck there was just one little bookshelf and a table with a few chairs there anyway. Humble and full of weaponry. Just the way he liked it. "You've got quite the place here. Cozy." "It works well enough for me. Now then, if you're here to convince me not to go..." "Don't worry soldier boy, three times clearly didn't do the trick. I'm not here to waste my breath trying again." He raised a brow. Runa actually seemed troubled. Well, more than her usual as of late. "Well out with it then. I have important not-resting to do." Rainer smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Despite his obvious charm, charisma, smooth talking, and good looks, these one-on-one conversations weren't his strong spot. Guess it came with the spear-wielding maniac job description. He motioned her over to the table and chairs. They sat opposite each other, Rainer's feet up on the table. He could tell something was troubling her. Runa's usual posture sunk, her usual calm smile replaced with a borderline frown. "What's on your mind kid?" Runa scowled at him. "Might I remind you I'm a year older than you." "We're not all that elderly at a ripe ages of 25 and 26. Besides, with a frown like that, you look like a skal girl who lost her pup." Runa sighed, her rich brown hair falling in strands over her face. She looked at Rainer. He might have been fooled by the firelight, but she almost looked like she was on the verge of tears.


"Rainer I'm scared about this trip. After everything we've heard about the High Marches, how terrible they could be, it doesn't seem right to walk in the front doors and expect them to be peaceful." Rainer was almost stunned. He thought 'scared' wasn't in Runa's dictionary. Not only that, but the fact she came to him to talk about this over Freyr or Ragnvaldr. "Now look, Freyr wouldn't try to go to the High Marches, let alone be so open about it to us, if he didn't think it would be a good idea. We've got to trust in him to lead us down the right paths." Rainer thought that sounded pretty stupid. Like it was stated, not very good at this one-on-one stuff, especially not topics like this. Runa wouldn't meet his eyes. Rainer could see the gears moving, considering her words. They sat in silence for a short while, which only enforced the idea that Rainer had said something wrong. Runa managed a small laugh, though it came out broken. "Hey... stupid question, but how would you tell someone you loved them? Truly loved them?" Now she was treading into waters Rainer knew nothing of. He had always made his role as Asger above everything. There was one time as a young skal child Rainer thought he had fallen in love for five minutes with a rather bosomy Valkyrie, but other than that he was rather clueless on the matter. She glanced up at him, her face a bright shade of pink in the firelight. "Uh... I don't know. Just do what you women do and make him smitten with you. Tell him you fancy him or something. Why are you asking the spear maniac for love advice?" Runa turned quickly. She was starting to remind him of those women who tripped over themselves for Freyr. "N..No reason. Just thinking on the matter is all." Runa stood quickly. She smiled reassuringly, though Rainer could see the embarrassment in it. "You've been a great help really. Sorry to bother your 'resting.' I'll be off." "I uh.." She hurried off before he could get another word in, shutting the door with a hurried slam. "Right then, good talk Runa." That was probably the oddest and shortest conversation he had ever had with Runa. She'd never come to him with matters like this before. Rainer glanced over to a mirror. He could see the gears in his own head turning. He smiled as the pieces clicked. "My old friend, You'd better watch out for Ragnvaldr's wrath when this comes to pass." Rainer slouched back into the chair and slipped into sleep, his stupid smile still plastered on his face.

 

[Crumbli]

The seventh reborn united hold of Baohai

Baohainess - The old palace, Wamego



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The Baohainess ascends her stone stairwell to the third floor of the already high palace. The third floor holds her royal chambers, living space, a lobby and guest suites. These floor, though only meant for royalty, was shared with her field marshal and seventeen year old daughter. The Baohainess' shoes make faint clacking sounds as they press against the floor and propel her forwards. Inside the lobby of the floor stands her field marshal Shun Xiang. He places a fist over his heart and smiles politely to the queen.


"Baohainess Yuilhanna. Don't you look beautiful today and for some reason.. Happy. What news have your ears received to spark such joy?" The field marshal's lips bend into a smile at the obvious glee that was eating away at the Baohainess. "Dacolites! They found more. It's just so.." She breaks into giggling and places her hands on his shoulders. She appears more comfortable and at ease in his presence. "Dacolites huh? Speaking of Dacolites, it appears that our list of trade partners is short and our list of allies is even shorter. Were you aware that we couldn't withstand a full scale land invasion from almost any of the foreign filth that lies to our east?" The field marshal has clearly been worried about the matter however, the Baohainess isn't and doesn't wish to have her current joyous mood stolen from her so suddenly. "Must you ruin my fun like this, Shun? Does it pain you to see me happy or is it that you're not the one to make me happy that gets to you more?"


The field marshal mulls over her comment and chooses his next words wisely. He is no fool and that is exactly how he gained his position and how he gained his relationship with the Baohainess. "Your happiness could never pain me, but it is the happiness of those who make you sorrowful that pains me. While you smile over your triumph, I worry over those who share this island with us and those from across the seas." He places a hand on the Baohainess cheek and kisses her forehead. This wasn't a hard feat to perform given her height of five'two. Compared to her, the field marshal was a giant of a man. He was six'one and often wears high boots to give him an extra two inches. The Baohainess smiles and turns away from him heading to her bathing chambers.


Only a few paces from the door, the field marshal calls out to her, "Yuilhanna! Has your petty council heard news from our ambassador? Or is he yet to arrive on dominion shores?" The Baohainess opens the doors to the bathing chamber and calls to him over her shoulder "Ask them yourself. You have legs and fists, that should be enough to persuade them to speak with you."

Ambassador Dathleen - Seventh commissioned flag ship, Orveisian trade zone

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"Water, water and for a change some more gods' damned water! Will we ever reach the dominion or shall I begin to write my will out here aboard this terrible vessel of timber and iron?" The Ambassador had only been on the sea for two weeks and was already sick of the constant rocking. He suffers from chronic sea sickness and was unaware of this condition until he was aboard the ship and far enough away from the harbour for the crew to remain committed. "If I was you, I'd keep me 'ead in a book and me book in me lap. Then again, I ain't you so there ain't no way to tell exactly what you's gonna do from 'ere to there." A cannon operator or 'powder pusher' places his hand on the back of the ambassador. The ambassador's clothes and skin condition was a stark contrast to that of most naval workers. This cannon operator was no exception to the rule. The ambassador groans and turns on his heels, heading up the stairs to a small walk way. This walk way leads directly to his quarters which are located above the captain's quarters. All Baohaian flag ships were specially designed to carry any official members and were armed to the teeth to ward off any pirates or even fight their way through enemy barricades.


Ambassador Dathleen closes the door to his temporary quarters behind him. He makes his way over to the large bed covered in many animal furs where he sits on the edge of the wooden frame. He sighs aloud and places his face in his hands. Before departure they said the voyage should take less than a month but time on this vessel passed so slowly.


Dathleen was sure he had spent at least a month, maybe even two on this vessel as they sailed 'aimlessly' around the Southern sea. The ship was making great time, especially for one of its size. Dathleen lays back on his bed and stares at the ceiling. Dathleen wasn't a bad looking individual at all and was clearly influenced by the Dacolites in his heritage. His hair was a mousy brown and his eyes a bright green. However he lacks their trade mark tan and most of their other prominent features such as rounded face or pointed nose. His face is quite square and his nose rather flat against his face like many of Baohai's citizens. "Why me? We're only going to speak with the foreigners for a few days, true.. But even a second on their soil is a second I could be influenced by them."


Dathleen spends almost an hour on the furs of his bed before pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. He grumbles and whispers curses before asking in the form of prayer, "Aurea, why must you test me so? My wisdom is nothing compared to yours or Petra's but I don't see what this can do for me. I understand my duty but this... Sickness. The rocking of this boat, why can't Mareus stop it? I realise she's blessed us with gently currents but surely she can perform currents even softer." Almost as if on cue, a large wave slams against the side of the flag ship causing it to rock once more. Dathleen grabs at the furs in panic and shouts, "All right! All right! I understand! Mareus you don't need to tell me twice! I won't pester you anymore with my prayers. I thank you for your gifts and remain devout through my times of woe. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

 

[Oberons Veil]

Ryzhai - Kithara War




The two large Eastern States now embroiled in a bloody war that has so far cost two million souls both civilian and soldiers alike. None are spared the horrors of the conflict, soldier, farmer, merchant and noble alike, everyone is threatened and it is the threat of their death that causes them to fight on. The war was not going well, Ryzhai's armies had retreated to their fortresses in the North Eastern mountains leaving the vast plains and the capital vulnerable to attack. The Government had retreated as well and they hoped to win via attrition rather than direct conflict, though they wouldn't be able to outlast Kithara, they needed allies, they needed armies and to the victors go the spoils.

(Guys time hereby advances a month. Look below to find the current present time. This post isn't long because it wasn't necessary to be so long. @Nateorious I know there isn't anything that I needed to do. @Reddrection you may state that they have arrived in the High Marches if you wish. Apologies all for the short post. This is unfortunately all my tired brain could manage tonight.)

Current Date:

8th Day of the Month of Harvest, 2180 Year of Dusk



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[Crumbli]

The seventh reborn united hold of Baohai

Ambassador Dathleen - Edge of (Teryn Principality harbour), Guilder waters

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The seventh commissioned flag ship rocks back and forth on the calm waves inside the Teryn pricipality's harbour. The ship was massive and came with only two far smaller escorts. The smaller vessels were of somewhat standard size unlike the stupidly large flag ship. They hold four cannons each and work as fast moving, hard-to-hit distractions to keep attackers away from the flag ship. Due to the flag ship's size, it is unable to enter the harbour entirely without dragging along the sea bed. The smaller ships act as transports from the war vessel to the walking areas of the port.


Once Ambassador Dathleen arrives on the shores of Teryn, he requests an escort to the capital of the dominion. His features don't paint him drastically apart from the locals but his choice in fashion does. He wears a cape made from the pelt of a large, white animal over his steel plated shoulders and a quilt shirt. His legging wear was that of baggy pantaloons and not of tights which is what the Baohaians are raised to believe as common apparel on foreign shores. This would be the first time that Baohai has made 'official' contact with anyone north of Rivana and they seem determined to make their appearance grand.


@Maven (Please don't hate me for not knowing settlement names)

Bao'ness (Bay-Oh-ness) - (largest coastal settlement), Thousand suns

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The Bao'ness had been sent by her mother to the shores of their nearby and informal adversaries. Unlike many officials, she travels in a rather mundane ship. For most moderately or small sized vessels, the journey takes barely a week to reach the shores of the 'Thousand suns' which she believes to be possessed by a narrow minded group of crusaders who share far too much in common with the Dacolites. Unlike the Dacolites however, these people worshipped a false god or a gathering of them.


"Land ho!" bellows one of the sailors from his post on the crow's nest. He looks down at the Bao'ness and her honour guard of 'Baohaian Aetherials'. To some the bestowing of the title 'Aetherial' upon mere men was sacrilege and pure heresy, but the majority of people amongst the streets couldn't care less about the titles given to the royal guards.


One might imagine that the Bao'ness would arrive on foreign shores with a small army or even a full scale armada. In the case of Bao'ness Li, they'd be wrong. The Bao'ness finds safety in a lack of numbers and only arrives on the foreign shores with forty of the nation's very best soldiers. These were men who could fight anything, anywhere for any reason. Twenty of them were trained with the spear and twenty more with the bow. These men are seen as the epitome of skill and dedication in Baohai.


"Bao'ness, we must progress forward. Would you have us carry you or shall you walk among their people?" The captain of her escort holds out a hand to the Bao'ness. If it weren't for his helmet, his squared jaw and chiselled cheekbones that sculpt his always irritated face would show exactly how serious he found the matter. "I shall walk amongst the commoners and nobles as though I were born of their gods' forsaken land. If their hands do touch me I expect you to make sure they suffer though." Li holds out her hand to the guard captain asking for a hand up. He nods and takes a hold of her soft, delicate hand.


@The Creator Prime (Sorry for not knowing names of settlements >.< )

 

[Reddrection]

The Clans of Yorgrim





Freyr
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Freyr stood staring at the set of armor that hung in his room. All of their preparation to make this run smoothly, and it was time to see if it would pay off. He rubbed the pristine hood. It hadn't been used once. He hoped that would remain the case when he came back, if at all. He turned to grab his equipment; his axes, bow, quivers of arrows, and his traveling gear along with rations for the journey. Freyr stopped to observe himself in the mirror. His snow white hair was messy, his face slightly unshaven. The average skal child might have mistaken him for a Drengr come back from war. He shook his head and pushed open the door to his room, opening into his study. Ragnvaldr stood waiting for him, the others apparently still preparing. Ragnvaldr looked at him as if to convince him to abandon this journey. Freyr looked back with pure determination. The two stood there in silent agreement. Ragnvaldr sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You look rather ragged Freyr." "I plan to clean up some along the way." Freyr leaned on the round table. He'd planned, eaten, and even slept at this table for most of the duration of the preparations. Various maps of the North were scattered about the table, including the surrounding bodies of water. After long self-debate, he diced they would sail in three longboats, each holding a Hilmer and ten warriors of five Drengr and Valkyries. It seemed like a reasonable amount. It was a miracle Rainer even got thirty warriors to join them, especially in his condition. Rainer had gotten remarkably better since the night that pillum ran through his side. Runa had managed to secure enough supplies to last them the trip there and back if rationed to her math. Freyr had to get them there and back in one piece. The darkened atmosphere fit the scene perfectly. The grey stormy weather in the air signaled for the usual rain Yorgrim got around this time of year. Snow would soon fall and winter would begin. "Alright boys, let's get this pack of nutcases moving." Rainer poked his head in the study. "Drengr are battle-antsy as is." "We're not going to war Rainer. Not yet anyway." "The small movement of armed warriors says differently. You coming along or not friends?" "We're coming son of Siguard. Where's my sister?" Rainer's devilish grin appeared. For his usual stoic demeanor, it had really begun to become good at making that face. "I believe she's saying some farewells before shoving off. Might be relishing the last few moments of the touch of a man before we shove off." His head dissipated behind the door. The two men traded looks of confusion. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Rainer was kidding or not. Ragnvaldr rolled his eyes and swung one of Freyr's satchels over his shoulder. 'We'd best hurry before he does something he regrets." "Verily."





They walked through the streets on the way to the docks. Skal families all perused the shops selling various treats and trinkets, oblivious to the journey their Hilmer would be going on. Freyr almost envied them. He'd begun to really take his role of Hilmer seriously since his personal victory in Redania. Now he was abandoning them with Ragnvaldr. He felt the worry punching him in the gut. As they arrived at the dock, the warriors who had agreed to join them were all conversing, talking of the rumors of the High Marches. Freyr recognized man of them who regularly came to meetings in the guildhall as representatives. Freyr could name them all. Rainer stood with Runa among them. It appeared if he were teasing her of something, though they both seemed in a relatively good mood. Freyr smiled. He had worried about his friends most of all. They we're happy, right now anyways. That was enough to keep Freyr going for their trip. As they drew nearer, Rainer noticed them and stood up on one of the supply barrels. "Might I borrow your ears, friends. Our Hilmer has arrived to tell us of our journey." An eerie quiet fell amongst the hardened warriors, listening intently and staring at Freyr. "Alright listen, I know what you've all heard of the High Marches and the rumors surrounding them. In my time away from our home, I've had time to ponder the matter. I believe they might be a potential ally, not a force to fear and eventually fight." Freyr spoke quietly enough, yet his words seemed to send a chill into the air. Murmurs rippled about the crowd. "We sail for the Yisabrot Seas bordering the High Marches. We return the same way if possible. If not, we send word back we'll travel back through the lands and meet with another friendly clan halfway. My friends, comrades, brothers and sisters under our Mother Yorgrim, we go to see if what I believe is true. Stand with me, and we will traverse lands long since abandoned due to fear. Now then, who here stands ready to meet the High Marches?" "Aye Hilmer! For Yorgrim!" The warriors cried, energized by their Hilmer. Freyr swore he even heard skal nearby cry out in response.





"You heard the Hilmer, ready the longboats. We set sail as soon as possible." Runa glanced at Freyr and smiled warmly before running off to aid a group of Valkyries load her longboat. Rainer met with Freyr and Ragnvaldr. "Don't break our home while we're gone alright Tyr?" "I should be telling you not to damage the High Marches. Good fortune you two. Keep Runa and yourselves safe, and you'll return to a well kept Osgrad." "I believe that old friend. We'll keep in touch as much as possible." "Glorious One guide your hand and aim." "We're gonna need it." As the longboats slid out of port, the three waved to their good friend standing on the docks. Ragnvaldr ordered the few guards watching them go to return to their duties and walked off towards the guildhall. Freyr stood at the front of his longboat, Runa and Rainer's trailing shortly behind at his sides. Their trip was risky should these rumors be true. He hoped he hadn't doomed his friends by bringing them along. Freyr shook those thoughts out of his head. Two of Yorgrim's ebony colored axes now rested in the hands of their allies. Yorgrim wasn't alone anymore. Freyr hoped the High Marches would be the third, peacefully at that matter. He sat down in the boat and pulled out a a small metal blade he used as a razor, making himself more presentable.

 

[Yennefer]

"To think they would do something so vacuous such as an assassination attempt to justify war, and to not even have a contingency plan to follow thereafter, is-is... is either the worse constructed execution in history, or a purposeful maneuver in a well made, thought out, strategy." Uttered the words of Lady Cassandra, Senator to the province of Nevarra, as it bounced off the small yet ominous council chamber hidden somewhere in the maze-like château of the Summer Palace. The other five figures nodded while Leliana laughed lightly in agreement. "I don't see why it could be the latter Lady Watermore. From what we are given from the third Prince, how can the Imperium court even function in such a precarious state?" Replied Josephine, the Redanian Secretary of State. "To be quite frank Josie, I believe a separate body is at hand rather than the imperium working together. From the reports I have received from the Head Captain of Prince Atlas' entourage, the one who is pulling the strings is none other than the Imperator himself, the third Prince's own father." Retorted lady Nightengale of the Crows as she handed her friend the report. "Can we really believe his words Nightengale? What if Cassandra is right? What if this is all an elaborate plan that not even we can discern. He did after all survive an attempt on his life that utilized poison." General Niccolo voiced out, prompting the five to think and elaborate. "He is either one of the greatest liars in all of Viridium, or one of its greatest fools, general. Either way, we have to respond to what the Imperium has done, even if it comes from an unreliable source." Chided Lelaina. "It was his life after all that they battered with, and he is the best candidate for the Throne. He has justification to prompt the action he exhibited to Irsiviel, why should he be doubted?" She questioned. "Because none of it makes sense Leliana." Morrigan this time chimed in, forcing all five to stop and listen to the woman clad in black. "From the conversation lady Irisviel had with him, he defended his country as any man of his position would. But then to come to her out of all the candidates that are better suited with such a task, why our dear lady? And why would the Imperator wish for our Supreme Chancellor to vacate her position if we've never had any relations with them to begin with? Was it our proclamations of alignment to their enemies that prompted that sudden course of action or something else? Even so, the prince himself even stated that they have been in contact with Rodrick in support of his climb to power. Inferring that they have been planning this before he arrived on our shores. Something here is amiss, and I advise for us to tread lightly." Morrigan imparted "Um, Lady Morigan, If I may interrupt, where did you receive that information? That conversation was strictly private." Josephine harshly voiced out. "You're not the only one with connections my dear, please, remain quiet. This is no place for you. Ambassador" Morrigan fired back, hiding the fact that the Irisviel shared some vital information to the senator. The ambassador turned read and retorted back, "May I remind you-"


"Enough." Irisviel commanded, entering the room forcing all to hush and bow in her presence. Even Leliana and Cassandra bowed, sensing a different air around their old friend. "What have you all came up with in my absence?" She stopped to individually stare at the six figures. "Nothing? Just as I thought." She said with vexed words. "Bickering will not aid us against our foes, ladies and gentlemen. Now... Shall we?"


"If I may your worship." Leliana voiced, Irisviel nodding in response. "From the reports that I have garnered, the Imperium stands upon the edge of a knife. If they stray but a little, they will fall into a civil war. " The room was now quiet as all listened attentively. "Many have disdain for the Imperator and his two sons, and by many, I mean the nobility. They support Prince Atlas in his vie for the thrown, as well as Orvais, but the Imperator unfortunately has leverage on the young man if he chooses to act. His mother." Irisviel inhaled deeply in reaction but listened nonetheless. "She is practically their jester, I shall not go further than that. In regards to the High Marches, the marriage/alliance was suppose to attain power for both sides for the uncontested lands they disputed over. Now that the third prince wishes to no longer follow the plan, who knows what will happen to the two. The young man is recovering from the poison-" Niccolo scuffled from the side. "that has affected the two upper cavities of his heart, hence his state. He most likely won't join us anytime soon. I have sent word for our finest medics to attend to him. Hopefully he will survive this ordeal to see his vengeance come to light."


"And ours as well..." Irisviel whispered, mainly to herself. "What is our course of action?"


"I say we send word to the Imperator of the events that just transpired." Leliana replied.


"What!?" Both General Niccolo and Commander Yustiel uttered simultaneously.


"Oh let her finish." Morrigan interrupted.


"We can feign ignorance of their plan and say that the assassins were thwarted, then tell them of the prince's condition. We'll send them a detailed missive of what happened and that he is an a state where he can not respond, but in truth he'll be otherwise." Leliana added. "This will give us credibility of our part in defending him but also cover our knowledge of their plan."


"I can also send a rumor that'll spread like wildfire about the assassin's being connected to the events that transpired in the Guild Lands." Josephine chimed in. "This will prompt the other nations to listen carefully, halting the Imperium to take further action unless they wish for us to find proof that can be shared with ease."


"I can even send an envoy to the Imperium." Morrigan butted in. "Since they have one here, it would make sense if we have ours there as well. Not only is this agent a savant of politicking and manipulation, but she is a beauty that no woman can ever match. She is smart, calculating, loyal and-"


"Who is this agent?" Josephine interrupted with an annoyed countenance.


"Well me of course!" Morrigan replied, earning a collected sigh.


"No. We should send senator Maeveris Volpara. A woman of refinement equal to that of...the requirements mentioned." Josephine irritatingly glanced at her rival. "Not only is she skilled in the Game, but she was also an agent of Leliana's, a close friend of mine, and a loyalist of Redania. We can have her gain allies with the imperator's malcontents and even have her construct the Civil War from within." She suggested.


"That is wonderful idea, she is highly skilled. I can attest to that." Leliana added, nodding towards Irisviel.


"May I remind you of who I am?" Morrigan interrupted, her ego bruised. "A female version of Rodrick?" Josephine fired back, forcing Cassandra, Niccolo and Yustiel to laugh. "How dare you... you uncultured Antivan rat!" "You old, disgusting, infertile witch!"


"Enough!" Irisviel barked although laughing herself. "Both, Mae and Morrigan will be assigned to this mission without discontent." She eyed at her secretary. "Another problem that still needs to be addressed are these assassins themselves. They still remain at large, hidden in the shadows."


"We can smoke them out my lady." Cassandra voiced. "We can hold a ball several months from now to celebrate Prince Atlas' recovery. We can invite the notable representatives of Veridium on the pretenses of the prince announcing a message in regards to his homeland. This will prompt the assassins to act in order to protect their contract with the Imperium, and we'll have a place to catch them all in one swing." Everyone looked in surprise as those words uttered forth from the Nevarran Senator, the last person to even suggest such a thing. "To Orvesian?" She stated, looking embarrassed. Everyone laughed, including the Supreme Chancellor. "It is a wonderful plan Cassandra." The senator smiled and bowed her head in thanks.


"What of the High Marches?"


"Its highly unlikely that they'll act." Commander Yustiel replied. "Well towards us anyways. Since they have no means in achieving those lands peacefully, skirmishes may dot around that area. Maybe we can present to them a small tidbit of information to push them into chipping away at the Imperium's border."


"Perhaps..." Irisviel agreed, thinking of the plan in detail. "An envoy will be sent there anyway with High Councilor Seraphine to meet with them. He can spread the rumor with her as well as imparting that message."


"Of course my lady, in the meantime, we shall bolster our defenses and artillery."





Everyone nodded in a cohesive agreement.


"All of this wouldn't have come to light, your grace, without the Prince's intervention. We could be at a loosing war right now... We should give him our thanks even if it is under questionable circumstances." Leliana said in earnest.


"I must admit, my reaction was colored in red but I will speak to him about these matters shortly, for now we have a war to win. The imperium has chosen to near its hand of malice towards the Kingdom of Redania. Now is the time to not only show them of what we can do in retribution, but to show the world as well."

 

[MarkNorbert]

The flame of life, that fueled the kingdom of Vaar, slowly faded away, nearly, into darkness. The king fell ill, and his unexpected illness drifted the kingdom slowly to sleep, as the leader of the Vaar people hid himself from everybody within his royal room, to be taken care off, to rest, to gain the strengths he once lost and to gain new ones, new strengths to drive him forward, forward to a better future for his people. For he was the king, a sign of hope, and admiration among his people. It was true, Florian was no ordinary Vaar king. Compared to other Vaar kings, compared to his predecessors, Florian did not mind the presence of commoners, nor he disliked them much. He always listened to the needs of the people and always did what he could for his people. The people wanted to be protected, thus Florian did what he could, from the core of his soul, to build an armada to hold any enemy at bay, or at least, to try so. They wanted education, Florian ordered the construction of public schools. And even though he put a tax to enter the school, so to please the nobles, he did what he could to children who have shown potential.


After a prolonged period of time, which seemed like years, Florian returned back to power, and prime minister Alexius stepped down as regent. Florian has been updated about the current affairs, especially with the Guild Lands. The Thalon war continues and this brought Florian discomfort. But also opportunity. A shame that it has to be such, for a man to find opportunity in the misery of others. But for the advancement of the kingdom of Vaar, Florian must do the necessary deeds and must assume all consequences. After careful advising with his advisers, Florian has sent, this time, a spy to the Guild Lands, as the ambassador who they have sent long ago, has died, under suspicious circumstances. Fearing that sending another ambassador will draw attention, Florian decided to write a letter, with the Vaar seal upon it and deliver it towards the Guild Lands. This particular letter will be carried by an agent, unknown to the majority of the Vaar government officials.


Another matter which Florian discussed was the Free Cities of Rivaire. Controlling, if not all, trade from the entire Imperial continent, attempting to grow as a trade power, a feat impossible to achieve, as the Vaar kingdom was not a trade nation, was, by Florian's daring words, out of the sentence. Instead, Florian send an ambassador, Vidux vit Kuffven, to forge a defensive alliance and a trade agreement with the Free Cities of Rivaire.


One action, daring as it seems, which made most people within the Assembly room frown and scratch their heads, a deed Florian never believed he ever wanted to do so, was the secret foundation of the coalition against the Imperium. Florian believes that the Imperium, if left unchecked, as he believed it has been for the past years, had grown and will grown in power. This, will bring the Imperial continent to a massive threat and Florian must prepare himself to protect his people. And what was the best way to do so? Gather allies. Thus, Florian send letters to friendly Imperial nations which Florian believes they are unfriendly towards the Imperium, asking them to join this secret coalition. One letter has been sent towards the kingdom of Redania. Although, an awkward decision, the enemy of thy enemy is my friend. Hopefully, by the time the 'secret' coalition will be soon revealed, the coalition will have enough power to withstand the Imperium





Letter to the Guild Lands:


'To whoever is the current head of state of the Grand Dominion of the Guilds, I, king Florian vit Gutsgarb of the proud and mighty kingdom of Vaar, hereby, through this official letter, lend you, with hopes of improving the relationships between our two beautiful nations, eighty thousand strong, Vaar men, to support you in your war against Thalon.


I must offer my condolences for the people you have lost so far and hope that this help from the Vaar kingdom will ease your heart. Most of the Vaar people are Imperial cultists, however, for those, who share your faith, my mother included, allow me to inform you, that you are in their prayers. May the Divines watch over you and I hope that together, we will achieve what we could have not done alone.


Yours,


Florian vit Gutsgarb'

 

[Evanw1256]

The High Kingdom of Perison


(In the middle of the time jump)
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After Muros put on his crimson and orange clothing he slipped on his ornamental breast plate. He was readying himself to receive the people on board the Zhou ship, that was finally arriving. He wanted to present himself the best he could to the important persons onboard that ship. This would be his first meeting with both people from Zhou and a dignitary from the Guild Lands, and as such he was hoping neither him nor anyone that would be involved would mess it up. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a well-dressed slave stepped in, "Sire, the ship is nearly here." "Very well, I will be down shortly." After the slave left Muros took a bit of time to make sure nothing was out of place, grabbed his ornamental helmet and placed it on his belt, then began making preparations. His second son would meet them on the docks and lead them to the throne room, where the royal guard, called the 'Order of the Dragon's Claw', would be waiting, with Muros, his first son and his first daughter.


"Remember your courtesies, and don't get too full of yourself." Muros told his first son Bomen, while they were walking down the hall towards the throne room, "I know, father, I remember what my tutor taught me." Bomen replied in a bored tone, playing with his freshly dyed hair, "Good. Never forget it." Muros said back, ignoring his son's tone. When they entered the throne room everything was still being prepared. Banners were being hung, guards were being given their positions, and newly sewn carpets were being rolled out onto the stone floor. Visca, the first and only daughter of Muros, was talking with some of the maids. Muros reminded Bomen of his position then approached Visca. After he sent the maids back to work he made sure she knew everything she needed to know, and when he was finally sure she was ready he took his seat in the great stone throne, carved in the likeness of the three dragons, and waited.


(Will continue in IC2)

 

[Reddrection]

The Clans of Yorgrim





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Runa stared up at the clouds through the fog that hovering above the waters. When Freyr said the trip would be 'a decent ways', she didn't expect 'a decent ways' to feel like half an eternity. They had to be relatively close to the High Marches by now. The thought scared her. Maybe Freyr had seen past the rumors of the conquerors of the High Marches and maybe Rainer simply ignored them, but for whatever reason Runa couldn't help but feel terrified about going on his trip. "Why the hell did I say I would come along on this death-trap?" Runa mumbled to herself. Because your friends need you, now more than ever. She knew that annoying voice in her head called a conscious wouldn't have let her live with herself if she had let them go it alone. Runa wanted nothing more than to blow her horn they'd been using for communication, signal to go home, and sail back to Yorgrim as fast as possible. She wanted to curl up in the guild hall with her brother and Rainer and Freyr near the center fire and not leave. She thought back to her conversation with Rainer. "Just do what you women do and make him smitten with you. Tell him you fancy him or something." She had never even worked up the courage to do exactly that, and before she knew it their day of departure had come to pass. Now they were treading into waters deemed forbidden by previous Hilmer. That curling up idea didn't sound so bad right about now. Snap out of it! You're the Raoul. You lead people to glory not cry like a skal girl. 'Yeah I know, but I just wish I could have...' From out of the foggy waters, one of the horns, Rainer's by the sound of it, echoed out into the open. A moment later Freyr's horn sounded. She sluggishly came to the realization that the two of them ahead of her longboat had seen land, the landing of the High Marches. Runa scrambled to retrieve her horn and put it to her lips, blowing hard and loud. "Up and at 'em Valkyries, Drengr. We've come to reach our destination." Runa joined the warriors as they prepared themselves, albeit much less frantically then herself. She fixed any small errors her companions had made and took her place at the front of the longboat. As the masthead of the longboat pushed through the fog, Runa found herself staring at the High Marches in the distance, and the best she could do was pull her hood over her face and try to keep upright.

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Freyr glanced to Rainer's longboat, every body on his ship prepared for whatever they may face. Rainer stood at the front, equipped with his black armor and large dual-sided spear. His bore the insignia of Yorgrim, the bow of The Glorious One, on his heavier hide armor over where his heart should be. A sight to truly make The Glorious One proud. Freyr turned his other side, as Runa's longboat pushed through the fog. Her warriors were equally prepared, though they seemed slightly on edge. Runa stood at the front of her own vessel, same as Rainer. Only she wore a fine chain exposed by various pieces of plate, shoulder pads, arm and leg braces, and torso armaments. Unlike Rainer, she bore the mark of Yorgrim on her skin. The inky black knots that formed the symbols and runes of Yorgrim ran up her side and spread across her upper arm and leg. She had her hood drawn over her eyes, but any true warrior of Yorgrim could tell she was the Raoul, the Counselor of the Pack, the Valkyrie Queen. She appeared rather beautiful in her armor, along with the fog slowly rolling behind her. Freyr slipped a small smile. His friends were at his sides, more or less, and ready to push on with him. Unlike his friends however, Freyr bore little more than a combat tunic, his weapons, and the dark ax that weighed down his heart the closer they got to the High Marches. He looked like any random Skal in the streets, other than the large amount of white and silver coloration he bore. Freyr had chosen not to wear his armor. If all went well there would be no need for it anyway. He hoped that wasn't a mistake in his foresight. As the boats rocked ever closer to the coasts of the High Marches, Freyr once again felt the ebony ax tugging at his soul, begging him to turn back for home. Freyr pushed forward harder than it pulled. He blew the horn once more to signal their approach, echoing throughout the open waters.

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[general ostruppen]

The people's republic



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Many weeks pass and no reports from the expedition had been heard from. Teriq seemed rather worried and somewhat frustrated after hearing no report of them for the past month. However there were more important matters to deal with. Such as the military reform of building the 4th legionary auxilary army for the new world. The 4th legion would be 1/4 of the usual legion army Which would be 60,000 men. So far only 2,000 Starkens and 7,000 runoms were trained and ready to move out. The debate in the senate of wether to send this small force to the new world of to wait till the legion was fully formed is still being discussed and should have a answer within the end of the week. Teriq and the senate also heard word of the Thousand sun kingdom seeking for military aid and support. Fortunetly the republic wasn't in a good position to support them without having others interfering, until a strong and well reputated nation comes to there aid, the republic would only watch and see the results.


In the east it is start of an early afternoon in the capital city of redania,Augustus and his military officials had traveled far to meet the leader of redania and bring more prosperity and allies to the republic. The Legionares and officers got into there column formation and marched through the city with there escort and paraded through the streets with the sound of there marching feet and there trumpeters playing there instrument. Alongside Augustus was not his officers or general, but the legions Aquilifer who held the legions most prized possession which was the golden eagle staff. It was considered an honor and a responsibility to march with this staff. The man holding the eagle staff was 86 years old, wearing a chain mail armor and decorated with military medals that he had achieved thoughout his years. He also wore a wolf pelt that had its head over his head and down his back.For the rest of the small trip they would keep there discipline and March on and look professional while suppressing there awe for the city's beuty.





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@Nateorious


(See yah in IC2)

 

[Yennefer]

"Masquerade Ball,


In honor of the Third Prince of the New Imperium of Avanor, Third son of Imperator Marcus Rhael and Imperatrix Alina, his eminence, Prince Atlas Rhael-


The event is to be held in the Summer Palace of Montrequienne-"



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"Your worship." A woman interrupted with a knock, though she wore a uniform entirely different then the rest of the servants there.


"What is it Mira?" Irisviel called back, staying fixed in her work as she planned for the coming death trap for the assassins and her enemies alike. She shuffled some paper and tucked those with less urgency away, whilst working on the invitation. The fire that pervaded the room crackled with its snarls signaling for it to be fed as it partly lit the quaint room.


The looming woman from earlier saw it's plea and moved in to perform the task. She then answered her mistress while tending the warm hearth. "I have a missive from Vaar, one of our neighbors to the west. They wish to form a 'secret' coalition with us in regards to the Imperium."


Irisviel stopped and rose her head when she heard the utterance of the old empire. She extended her hand to beckon the woman to come closer and hand her the information. When the paper laid itself on her hand, the young chancellor scanned it with tact and scuffled at the thing as she threw it with the rest of the pile she deemed unnecessary. She continued her work as she mumbled on.


"Your reply your worship?" Mira asked with caution.


"Tell them I do not wish to form such a coalition. I am no enemy of the Imperium and for them to think otherwise is highly presumptuous in there part. If they wish to speak of matters like these, I would rather communicate face to face with their leader than a piece of paper that can be used to kindle the fire." She expertly lied, trying to maintain her facade with nations world wide. She needed to show the world that Redania was in no way shape or form in bad blood with the imperium, though a war forged in shadow was fought between the two. She couldn't help but decline an invitation as a result. She also remembered the Third Prince's words of caution, as he told the Chancellor of how an alliance between her enemy and the Vaar nation was likely to come into fruition. She wanted nothing to deal with any of the Imperiums vassals for they were her enemies as well.


"As you wish my lady, though I'll use less colorful words." The woman bowed and offered her her obeisance. She then paused in reaction to a noise emanating from the capitol's streets. It was rather loud and almost sounded like the summer jubilee that held one of its many parades. The Supreme Chancellor too heard the ruckus and slowly stood up to see what was happening outside. When she looked out over the balcony that sat high to see Montrequienne in all its glory, a rather large band of soldiers paraded themselves in gold and armor in the capital's avenues as its citizens stopped to watch. Many flocked around to see the event as people began to wave and welcome their colorful guests.


Mira slowly joined her lady to see the event as well, then scuffling at the sight. "It looks like the Free States have a rival when it comes to arriving with style. How pretentious..." She jested. Irisviel giggled then instructed her maiden to fetch giles in welcoming them. The round wasn't over for her, not yet anyways.

 

[Oberons Veil]

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Redania and the Free Cities

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Three months since their handling of the Ivory Bank and Free Cities. Insults hurled both ways, a pitiful display of arrogance on both sides and those that had to pay for it? The people, the common man. Upon their return to their respective cities the Ambassadors spun tales of what had occurred, sure some were less than others, Miras, Ansythe and Belport had decided to blockade Redania's shipping lanes to the south, and to boycott Redanian goods. Koben denounced those actions and called for solidarity with the Redanian people for political maneuverings of selfish and greedy politicians.

Valsk, Cantor, and Delverne abstained and had different approaches to the matter. Cantor and Delverne openly supported Miras but they refused to take part in the boycott and the blockade. Valsk also condemned the actions by the Free Cities and issued a formal apology to the people of Redania for what had occurred. Meanwhile the Ivory Bank sat still, they had not withdrawn their support and financing in Redania, they had not called in their loans, and if anything they were making more money because of the situation. Orveis condemned the Free Cities for their cruel move, as did the Guild Lands and the High Marches. The Imperium among others condemned Redania and chose to blast them constantly with a stream of propaganda. The Imperium lent it's fleet to the blockade completely shutting down the trade lanes of Redania effectively beginning to strangle their economy.

The people of Redania had gone from hopeful in their leader, to moderately affected, to protests against the government's apparent "inaction" before finally it turned into periodic riots in the markets as the people vied for the goods that were in short supply. The Rich-Poor divide came center stage as vandals broke into the wealthier homes across Redania, though most notably in Montrequienne. Even the clergy were not spared the theivery as the Grand Cathedral itself suffered not one, not two but three robberies over the course of the blockade. Each instance a few icons, a couple donation boxes and other relatively minor affects were taken, and fortunately it hadn't been anything worse. Senator Roderick who was the leading voice of opposition to the rule of Supreme Chancellor Irisviel Du Lion led the charge against her, fueled by the discontent among the populace and the luxury of being in the opposition so being able to more easily distance himself from the governing authority.

This lasted for a single month before it had crossed a point of intolerance. The Ivory Bank sent a missive to the Redanian government, in which they apolgoized for their arrogance and handling of the diplomatic affair some time prior. They then called for a conference of the Free Cities, the Imperium and Orveis at the Bank's estate in western Miras to discuss how best to end the solution. Notably absent were the Redanians, not because they chose not to come but because they were not invited. The Bank needed to make deals and bargains to get things rolling again and with Redania there it was not a guarantee that it could have occurred. Natalia Atov, known as the Ivory Queen went before a very large crowd in Miras and officially apologized to the Redanian nation, their government and to all those that had been effected by the situation.

This was a landmark situation. The Ivory Bank rarely openly apologized, let alone apologized at all for its actions. Natalia had never been one for the old ways of the Bank. It was stuffy, and male dominated and that was something she wished to change. What better way than changing the public image of the Bank? Regardless a missive has been sent to Redania for a personal meeting with the Bank on the Bank's property in Western Miras. They have singled out the Secretary of State of Redania as their preferred guest, though they did say that any of the Redanian government's officials would be welcome.

@Nateorious

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Guild Lands - Thalon War

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In it's ninth month of war, and deep into winter the Guild Lands is on the verge of a brutal breakthrough. The stalemate that has lasted since the Month of Harvests (August), has finally been broken as there are several large scale rebellions across Auridon prompting them to exit the war. Due to the nature of their exit the Guild Lands was unable to demand concessions as the Auridonians had yet to actually lose any recent battles. Meanwhile on the Thalonian front their defenses had been broken as the combined weight of nearly three-quarters of a million men marched against them from the Guild Lands, the Three Crowns, and Orveis. The combatant nations have signed a tenuous ceasefire to hold current lines, and not make any advances on either side until the Month of Thawing (March) so that forces can replenish and so as to reduce the amount of strain on the citizens on both sides. Winter this year was expected to be exceptionally harsh and as such has caused both sides to need to divert plenty of resources to the major cities.

This war has finally taken a serious toll on the international markets as the trade from the east has crawled to a terrible halt due to the conflict. The Guild Lands has openly declared that they will be running Thalonian blockades of the River Ascalon to make the route to the east so as to reestablish a flow of trade onto the international market. Expect that resources such as fine teas, silks, and other exotic goods to be in short supply and thus nobility and wealthy citizens across the world will be more easily frustrated and angered. This means that international opinion has now turned against Thalon as their provoking of the Guild Lands is now directly being called out for harming the world's status quo.

@NorbertM

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The Imperium

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Following the attempt on Prince Atlas' life and his inability to travel back to the Imperium, the propaganda machine began to turn. The Imperistarium began to blast the Redanians for their attempt on the Prince's life and how they attempted to play it off as though it was an unknown group. However, in secret the plotting began as how best to make this situation disappear for good. Agents were dispatched to Redania to gleam information among the now furious masses, and to recruit new agents for use against the Redanian Government. However on the Harvest Eve festival in the Imperium the Imperator Marcus Rhael VI and his wife the Imperatrix Aurora were assassinated during the festival. Nearly a dozen assassins, took part in the battle, all killed by the Imperial Guards. While their clothing did nothing to tell who they were or what they represented, each of the assassins bore a single similar tattoo, though it's location seemed to vary depending on the individual.

An official investigation has been opened by Imperator Marcus' successor, his eldest son First Prince (now Imperator) Alexius III. He had immediately had his younger brother, Second Prince Titus executed on charges of treason, clearly fabricated but that mattered little to Alexius. The young Imperator also moved against his nobles, those he deemed disloyal were executed for crimes against the state their lands divided among the loyal nobility thus making those nobles loyal to him even more so. The situation was tenuous though, he blamed the assassination on Redania in retaliation for diplomatic insults and the blockade months earlier. His first act was to begin war preparations by raising the Legions and tell those that were already prepared to march for the coast and ready themselves.

Dark clouds loomed on the horizon and word came from Orveis to the South to Redania, reassuring them that the Sun-Burst throne stood with them should war break out. A gesture that was sure to garner the ire of the growing discontented population throughout Redania. The fury of the Imperium became directed at Orveis as they vowed that intervention would be met with equal and greater force. The alliance with the High Marches had fallen through and so far nothing had really happened between the pair, though silence can sometimes speak volumes.

@Nateorious @NorbertM

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The High Marches

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Following their meeting in Avenheim, Freyr Einar and Astrid Whitefyre announced their engagement that would unite Yorgrim and the High Marches into a single entity, still retaining the title of the High Marches with Astrid retaining her title of High Queen and Freyr his as Hilmer. Though in addition to his title as Hilmer of Yorgrim, Freyr was given the title of Lord Paramount of Yorgrim and the Shivering Coast. This was to signal Yorgrim's entry as a province of the High Marches and all the protections, freedoms and tasks it brought with it.

While Yorgrim's finest were in Avenheim, the capital of the High Marches, the Kingdom of Vetrhlif (#66) attacked the western areas of the High Marches and thus a war has began. The High Marches was in the process of disarming their armies for the winter and as such it would take at least a month and a half to raise the soldiers again. Once that time was complete the High Marches began to campaign against Vetrhlif in the cold snowy conditions which for a Northmen felt more like a spring time chill, when in reality it was near blizzard like conditions making the supply lines a nightmare for any person or group to handle. The war quickly stalled out as the deep winter weather set in. A call had been put out to Yorgrim on behalf of the High Marches asking them to fulfill their duty and come to their aid in the conflict. This was to be a glorious war, a unification war if The Raven had any say about it.

@Reddrection

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Current Date:

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[MarkNorbert]

The kingdom of Vaar

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It has been a few weeks since Alexius has remained regent of the kingdom. While king Florian was away on diplomatic duties, the prime minister prepared the nation for what Vaar believed to be, a massive, unwanted war with the Imperium. The news of a new Imperator reached prime minister Alexius's ears. The man's actions worried Alexius much and right after he heard the news, he immediately prepared the militia. With the high quality resources the kingdom of Vaar has received from her neigbours, the kingdom of Vaar was able to produce high quality muskets which they were given towards the standing army. The old muskets were to be given towards militia, who still used shields, spears and swords. Training has begun the next day upon giving the order to prepare the coastal cities and the borders. Although it was a difficult task to train men who have never seen war nor experienced it, with careful words, Alexius succeeded in bringing the sense of duty within the men. But he knew that that wasn't enough to hold against the Imperium. Primus Julius prepared for what was about to come.

The Coalition

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Refusal upon refusal was given towards the kingdom of Vaar. Fear took over the hearts of men and foolishness as well. Unable to see the danger the Imperium presented towards not only the Imperial continent, but the whole known world, Alexius, despite considering his Imperial brothers cowards to the core, nonetheless, informed them that the offer still stands, if they wish to join the coalition.


Letters were exchanged between Florian and Alexius, where Florian was informed about the situation. Immediately, Florian informed Alexius, by letter, to seek allies from other places. Thus, a number of letters were forged and sent in multiple places. The Grand Dominion of the Guilds has been invited to the Coalition, alongside with the Most Serene Empire of Orveis. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Florian said. Hopes that they will join the Coalition nearly faded away with the refusal of their Imperial brothers, but Florian ensured the people of Vaar that he will do whatever he can to protect his people. The High Marches were not sparred from an invitation. An ambassador was sent there to formally invite them to the coalition. Oddly enough, Florian gave order to send invitations to the south as well, inviting Rivana and other nations to the coalition, in hopes to bolster their numbers. Only hope could motivate the people of Vaar, for now.

The Grand Dominion of the Guilds

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As intended, before winter set upon the world, Vaar has sent 80.000 soldiers to support the Grand Dominion of the Guilds in their war against Thalon. 50.000 Vaar men, 20.000 Foreign Company and 10.000 Orvesian mercenaries sailed towards their destination. This Vaar expeditionary force was led by Trius Alexos and hoped they will change the tight of war and end the bloodshed.

Kingdom of Redania

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Accompanied by the Heiffen Guard, the elite bodyguard of the Royal family and Assemblies, king Florian arrived in Redania at afternoon. Before reaching the capital, Florian was informed about the heated moment between Rivaire and Redania, alongside with the blockade Redania has been suffering. Florian's desire to have the Redanians grew even more, as he saw their location key element in defending themselves against the Imperium. In hopes to improve their relationships between Vaar and Redania, Florian gifted the Redanians with a small sum of money, although he knew it wasn't enough to help them with such things. However, there was no need to worry as Redania has been saved by the intervention of the Ivory bank and Orveis.

@Maven @Nateorious​

 

[Yennefer]

"I am dying my friend..." Whispered the ailing Chancellor. "I can do no more..." She continued on, her voice wreathed with pain as Cassandra helplessly watched as she saw her once vibrant friend and ally, now barely clinging to life itself. The events that transpired within the nation crippled everything for the Redanian people, especially its leader. When the evil powers of the world began to restrict all life within the nation, it was Irisviel that called for inaction. It was in hopes to garner inspiration in her's and her nation's sacrifice, to gather strength so that people off all nations would act against such cruelty. She did everything in her power to quell the rebellion in her land, transforming the once beautiful Summer Palace of Montrequienne, into a tattered mess filled with the homeless and of the deprived. In her role, she gave her fortunes to those that needed it, her home to those that lost theirs, and food to those who starved. The remaining wealth of the Du Lion's were poured into such charitable works, transforming the once wealthy family of the Redanian peninsula, into one of the poorest of all Veridium. She called for solidarity, she called for peace, but yet none answered, save for a few. All in all, her benevolent acts were nothing but in vain. The situation grew cumbersome for the young lass to bare as fatigue and sickness began to affect the girl as she starved along with her people. The toll was to much for her and as a result, her health began to decline drastically. The situation lasted for weeks, degrading the once golden city, into a frenzy filled with chaos and destruction, pulling everything into an endless dismay.


"... but I have hope." The weakened chancellor continued, her light still flickering as she coughed profusely on her soft bed, located somewhere in the Redanian countryside. "How can you even smile..." Cassandra breathed out, her voice quivering as tears poured out from her swollen eyes. "Cassandra..." Irisviel whispered, caressing the tear stained cheek of her old friend. "Do not waver in strength, my friend. For if you do, all is lost..." She paused to cough, Cassandra moving in to fetch the glass of water set by her bedside. "I have asked to much for our people and now I must bare the heavy cross..." She paused again, looking out the window as Velen's verdant hills stretched over towards the horizon. "Remembered when we were younger, we would often play royalty?" She giggled as Cassandra nodded silently. "I was always the queen and you were always my knight..." She coughed again, her eyes beginning to darken. "You never let me played with the toy sword. Always chiding me that a lady of such noble birth should never carry such a thing... Do you remember that?" Irisviel questioned, her gaze still fixed on the green hills. "Of course..." Cassandra replied. "But you always somehow found a way to vex me." She continued, as the two ladies shared a short laugh. "Those were the days..." Irisviel commented, feeling tired all of a sudden. The air instantly turned cold as Cassandra feared for the worst. "I can not express my thanks for you, Lelaiana, and all of those who stood by my side all these years..." She cut off again, as tears pooled from her weakened stare. She looked to her friend and offered a warm smile, as if it was her last. "I have cherished every moment of every second..." "This is not farewell Irisviel...You will recover..." "... and you call me optimistic." Irisviel jested as the room fell in silence. "Remember that oath you used to say when you pretended to be my knight?"


"Yes..."


"Say it for me one last time."


"This is the oath of a Knight of Queen Iris-" She paused, her voice shaking from the uncontrollable tears. "Queen Irsviel's court and should be for all of us to take to heart. I will develop my life for the greater good. I will place character above riches, and concern for others above personal wealth, I will never boast, but cherish humility instead, I will speak the truth at all times, and forever keep my word, I will defend those who cannot defend themselves, I will honor and respect women, and refute sexism in all its guises, I will uphold justice by being fair to all, I will be faithful in love and loyal in friendship..." She paused again to breath. "I will abhor scandals and gossip-neither partake nor delight in them, I will be generous to the poor and to those who need help, I will forgive when asked, that my own mistakes will be forgiven, I will live my life with courtesy and honor from this day forward..." The room fell silent once more.


"Thats the same oath I used when I became the Supreme Chancellor..." Irisviel admitted, cutting the silence as she clasped weakly onto her old friends hands starring deeply into her eyes. Cassandra gave her a bemused look, as everything turned grey, and Irisviel, being the only thing filled with color. She knew what was coming but she did not want to hear any of it. Then is came.





"I, Irisviel Polvara Du Lion, Supreme Chancellor of Redania, activate my emergency powers of the state, and humbly bestow my title on to you, Cassandra Allegaria Watermore, Supreme Chancellor of Redania."





At first they carried nothing but words, but as seconds went by, the strength in them surfaced to slam the woman into pure heartache. Cassandra frantically stood up as she gawked at her friend. What was she hearing? What was happening? What was she saying? "Irisviel..." Cassandra began but was cut short by her friends shaky cough and raised hand. "Cassandra. Please." Those two words were the only things needed to convince the previous Neverran Senator to heed her friend's final wishes. "One last order from a queen to her knight..." She coughed, resting on her satin pillow as she breathed heavily. Cassandra remained silent, as she sat back down to comfort her friend one last time. "I have made far to many mistakes and I shall carry them with me. Tell Lucan I am sorry and tell Atlas the same..." She requested, crying one last time about her regrets in life as she looked back to the hills. "I can see my family..." She whispered, more so for herself but Cassandra picking up the faint words and looking away painfully as a result. "I can finally rest now, knowing that all that I have done, will be put to good use... " The girl who Cassandra called friend, passed away, smiling peacefully in her death.


"In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice... I will do you proud, my old friend, my queen..."

 

[MarkNorbert]

Vaar Expeditionary Force


Trius Alexos vit Gutsgarb






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The winds were cold, as they gently brushed Alexos's face, a face which shared a similarity with Florian, the king of Vaar. After all, they were brothers. Sent into the mist of war, the young Alexos faced challenges beyond his years, but nevertheless, the young man, late in his twenties, was more than eager to prove himself. To his brother. To his country. To himself. Thus, he never regretted being chosen to lead the expeditionary force into the Grand Dominion of the Guild's land. No, he made sure that he was the one who will go, no matter what, no matter who stands against this decision.


The months they sailed on the cold water, with the cold breeze brushing upon the men, hidden within wooden transport ships, was long and difficult. The signs of winter were everywhere, like an echo that never leaves your mind, always present, never ending, always telling you, that the difficulties they endure now, are nothing compared to what they shall witness, feel and think of. Alexos's men were, however, unmoved by these signs. They were ready. They were ready to do the necessary deeds, not because it was their duty, but to prove themselves. Alexius was right. Before Alexos sailed, Alexius told him, that Alexos's men seem to share his eagerness to prove themselves.


'Sir, we are approaching our destination.' a soldier, wearing a dark blue uniform, the uniform of a Vaar navy common soldier, informed Alexos. Alexos was on top of his flagship's bridge. Wearing a pitch-black uniform, similar to the common Vaar soldier, but it was decorated with golden braids upon his shoulders, and his chest filled with golden and beautiful green decorations. He wore the uniform of a marshal. A trius's uniform. From a far, he could see the Grand Dominion of the Guild's territory. It won't take long before they reach the main ports and disembark. And await new orders. Vaar's flags stood proudly on top of their ships. Reinforcements have arrived. But will it be enough?

@Maven

Diplomatic Mission


King Florian vit Gutsgarb



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After his announcement within the Assembly Hall, after choosing the Primus, Duos and the Trius, Florian remained in Vaar to attend the funeral of an old noble, where by Vaar laws, the deceased was mourned for one week. After the funeral, Florian decided to finally make his journey towards the capital of Redania, Montrequienne, where he intended to speak of diplomatic affairs between his nation and theirs. Florian gathered twenty Heiffen Guards and departed towards the kingdom of Redania. The road was long, and harsh. The cold was felt by everybody. Winter was coming. It showed no shame in revealing it, not that it cared, by any means. However, the affairs drastically changed upon entering Redanian land. Informed the next day they entered Redanian land, by Vaar agents, that the situation was not as colorful as Florian wished it to be. From that point, they had to watch their backs. Twice. And when they reached their destination, the capital city, Montrequienne, Florian and his men were in awe. The city did not fair well at all. He was amazed how little time has pasted and how much damage has been made. Upon entering the capital, Florian rushed to inform a guard, or anyone who seemed somewhat important, that the king of Vaar arrived to conduct diplomatic business.

@Nateorious


(Will continue in IC RPing 2)
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