Dos Maganon

[Lazzamore]

The mighty white city was now nothing but mere rubble. Imperialis Parth’ell, it was called. It ruled the whole of Dos Maganon, every bit, without competition. Was it an alien concept, introduced to primitive, animalistic races? Did they do it through force? We don’t know. We will never know again.


Parth’ell was ruled by a magical being called the Djinn. It brought peace and harmony to the world. No one within the many cities hungered, or wanted for anything. Within the walls, that is.


When the Djinn died, it took with it Parth’ell’s portals, and even their only food source. In those dark days there was chaos, and there was hope. The races that were advanced beyond todays imagination would lose everything, but those who were repressed as mere animals would gain the world. Without Parth’ell to ruthlessly impede their advancement in the name of peace, they had their opportunity at last.


Today, five hundred years later, it won’t matter whether you are ruler of a once-great people, or king over a fledgling race that just started to evolve. We are all of equal footing now. It would seem that perhaps the Djinn did accomplish equality after all…


In the north, in the cold forests and plains east of the world’s only ocean - Aqu Ubra – mighty volcanoes spew forth endless soot, blackening the skies. The Result is nights that last seemingly without end.


In the south, great Mana Storms rage, driving all those “blessed” with the ability to practice magic completely mad with homicidal rampages, and making their power uncontrollably powerful.


Pray you rule well, for you may need it…

 

[Master Pawnige]

at Xizphos capital, in the throne room.


Valcus, the Emperor of the Rokkr Drengr sat lounging on his throne made from bones of his foes looking at the messenger who


was cowering before him who was stammering out his latest report. M-m-my Lord t-the conscriptions w-went out as commanded


many rokkor o-over 250 years have bean b-bade to j-join your army. Valcus grunted and waved his hand for the messenger to leave him. he stood from his throne and stretched, he was an imposing figure standing 9 feet tall with long ivory hair, a short well kept ivory beard, and deep violet eyes. He was 650 years of age and had earned his throne when he had cunningly murderd his predecessor and taken his skull as a crown and a sign of power, he wore a ivory and violet half cape on his left shoulder, and a pauldron on his right shoulder. He was armed with a Massive forgotten steel longsword. Gishon His general strode in and knelt, valcus waved him up and spoke "For what reason do you come?" ,his voice was smooth like honey. Gishon rose and said " we have reports of The silvers are stiring in the west. "As I thought, other powers are stiring, as we are". yes lord they are. "good, good everything is going to plan"


List Of population


Population -100,000


Militarily -25%


farming food - 40%


Making weapons, armour, and forgotten steel - 25%


Drake farmers - 10%

 

[Master Pawnige]

At O'chell





Valcus strode into the room with full Pomp and parade. he bowed deeply and spoke ,the words rolling of his tongue like a soft spring breeze, "Mistress calomeine, I come to ask an alliance with you against the foul Oshrics. Who so detest our , how would you say it? Abilities.... they hate you, they scorn you, they cast you out, but I no... i come to embrace you! I Valcus Emperor of The forgotten people, would like to arrange a deal with you, Supply me with soldiers and soon we shall have our reward on the hated Oshrichs, and i will deliver you their kings head...... So (he said smirking) do we have a deal?

 

[Lazzamore]

At O'chell:


Calomeine was tall and imposingly beautiful, but in her eyes was a cruel malice. She reclined on an expensive silk accubita, stroking a kneeling male slave holding a fan. Valcus had to look twice to see he wasn't dead, his eyes were so empty. Calomeine giggled like a child at Valcus' offer. "I don't want just his head, shadow-man. My pay is the man himself! Also, bring me..." she thought for a moment, putting her finger to her lips "...As many as we can spare! Why kill, when we have a whole country to plunder?" she laughed, saying "Then you can have your troops. Let's call it a Loan. 20,000 slaves for 10,000 prisoners!"


At Urkurk:


Azg started his rounds that night. The prophet himself would be coming to the fort in a matter of days. His men would be ready, in mind and soul. It was relatively warm and stuffy, but white flakes rain down in the pitch blackness, covering the ground. It wasn't snow; it was ashes of the nearby volcanoes.


((I wasn't sure what to write for my nation today. Oh well, here is my plans for my resources)


Actions:


100,000 orc population


20,000 Soldiers (20%)


50% farming food


5% mining iron


5% mining gold


15% farming Cave Beetles


5% farming edible mold

 

[Master Pawnige]

At O'chell:





Valcus bowed deep once more, "thank you mistress calomeine, you will not regret this." with that he strode out of the room heading for Xizphos. Shacking himself thinking even he must be wary of the queen.


At Xizphos, courtyard





Gishon stood teaching his elite solders in various Martial weapons and techniques. Someday he though he would be appointed Apprentice to Valcus then eventually Lord over his own fief. He could feel a war brewing and soon, very soon he would prove himself...

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess, Ancient Tree


Deep in the forest of Mynthess lies an ancient tree 10 times larger than any normal tree and this ancient tree, called The Heart of Mynthess, is where the throne is for the supreme leader, Kalmor.


Kalmor, who has sent out a few scouts to see what the trouble is at the coast, paced back and forth waiting for more information from the scouts.


“Sir Kalmor!” as the injured scout ran towards Kalmor. “The Sirens are attacking! They are trying to kidnap our people!”


Kalmor in frustration said, “This has been going on for far too long! And yet the ancient tree has not given us any clue on what we should do!”


The injured scout waited for his command. Kalmor sat and thought of what to do. “Go get yourself bandaged and send out a few griffens and continue defending.”


As the small battle continues Kalmor sends 50 scouts (wolves), 50 jaguars, 200 griffens, 100 roks (giant eagles). Four hundred people in total.


Kalmor sends a messenger (horse) for a mage to talk to the ancient tree for information on what they should do.


Actions: 20% military, 40% harvesting food, 15% woven battle gear, 10% fruit, and 10% special crops.

 

[Lazzamore]

At Mynthess, the Coast:


The Sirens sang loudly, a choir of death. Their beautiful music enchants those who hear it with visions of beautiful futures; even though they are a lie: those warriors who the sirens successfully woo die shortly after at the tip of there swords.


Of course, death is not preferable to the Raiders, who had a quota to reach. Their glorious song was designed to subdue for capture.


NPC Strategy:


The Sirens have 150 armed with long rapiers. They guard the 100 in the back, who sing there songs to lure the soldiers forward. Their goal is the divide the warband up and subdue them to kidnap. Meanwhile, the 150 protect the workers to capture them as they are in a trance. As the 150 fight as best they can, the 100 grab the entranced workers and soldiers and take them to their slave ship, about half a mile off the coast.

 

[Master Pawnige]

At Zarnoth,Training grounds





Ninki, a Daughter of a old soldier who had fought in Valcus's fathers Legion, whore the Finely made armour of the Rokkr Elites and carried Her grandfathers massive Bearded axe Windsickle made from The Forgotten steal of their ancestors. She was thinly built for a drengr, tall and beautiful, she had auburn hair and was around the age of 250. She was currently training with an elite, a brute of a man, who had the Audacity to question if she should be promoted to the elite that would fight under Gishon. He stood on the balls of his feet swaying back and forth like a shadow in the mid-day sun, Holding a Huge maul his weapon of choice.Swiftly He struck at her head, She Took a step to the side pivoting her body to his exposed back, and drove the head of windsickle in his spine. Making him fall on his back writhing while seizures raked his body, she pulled out windsickle and wiped off the blood. Scanning the rest to see if any would question her promotion once again, No one spoke, she grunted and went back to Servicing her axe.

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess ,the Coast





50 scouts turn into their original form (human-like) and take aim with their bows far enough to be mildly disrupted by the singing. Their goal is to take out the singers.


50 jaguars are attacking the singers swiftly by climbing the trees to get better height and jump attacking


200 griffens will be attacking the Sirens that are guarding the singers


and lastly the 100 roks will plug their ears so they will not be effected by the horrid singing. They will be dive bombing the singers.

 

[Lazzamore]

Battle at the Mynthess coast - Taladites v. O'chellan Raiders - Outcome





The 50 scouts aim was worsened by the singing, but it still resulted in the death of 15 siren singers. While all Taladite forces charged at the siren singers except the Griffens, and this resulted in overwhelming the Siren Warriors, thus they were swiftly decimated. The remain singers then retreated, having been defeated. The surviving sirens retreated back to their slave ship, have captured no further slaves. Victory - Taladites. It would also be fairly easy to route the enemy, that would be a separate battle.


Casualties:


Taladites - Minimal: 20


O'chellan Raiders - Immense: 190

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess, Ancient Tree


“Sir Kalmor! The battle was won, I don’t think we will be seeing them again.. Well.. Anytime soon”, said one of the griffin skin changers from battle. “Well done, you will all be rewarded”, said Kalmor in a soft voice. “Now, send a messenger to the Hukegi kingdom and tell them that I will be coming their shortly to ask for their assistance”, said Kalmor. “Yes sir!” said the nearby soldier. “And get me two griffins to aid me in my quest”, said Kalmor. “Yes sir!” said the soldier again. “And one last thing for me”, said Kalmor “Yes?” said the soldier. “Tell them that if the see a dragon.. Tell them not to kill it” said Kalmor in a nervous voice.


Actions:


100,000 populations

 

[Inc]

At the Greater Queen's Temple, Kadishi


"See now, and know..." A Hugeki said. He cleared his throat. "The Greater Queen will see you in the flesh, messenger." They stood on a surprisingly small pagoda, surrounded by plants made of skin and bone. The Hukegi leaned close. "Make sure you keep that flesh, messenger."


He was interuppted by a stirring. She came, coming from behind a thick curtain. She was tall, very tall. The Greater Queen wore little, her belly and hips exposed, showing her inhumanly long body. Her neck was clasped in rings of patterned ivory, and flowing cloth adorned her. She fixed the messenger with a scowl, seemingly in disdain that another species would dare stain the ivory floor. However, the scowl was quickly forced into a smile, and she stood, her hands behind her back. The Greater Queen leaned forward, her snout nearly touching the messenger's nose.


"What can I do for you, little one?" She asked, her voice young, but the drive behind it ancient.


actions:


100'000 population


30% military


10% merchants and craftsmen


50% farmers


10% organic technicians/merchants

 

[Joshington]

At the Greater Queen's Temple, Kadishi


"Seek a mage, one who practices magic, someone who can talk to our king, the Ancient Tree" said the messenger.


"We need to know what the king orders.. What we ask for you to do is to get the information, write it down in a letter and give it to our supreme leader, Kalmor who will be arriving soon to discuss further information." said the messenger in a sturdy voice. "In fact. He's already here." said the messenger.

 

[Inc]

At the Greater Queen's Temple, Kadishi


"Your tree?" The Greater Queen giggled, gazing at Kalmor. She reclined on a couch on the same pagoda. "I forgot about that tree. I don't know why." She composed herself, secretly irritated at the earlier messenger's lack of intimidation. "I and my sisters will talk to your tree, Kalmor. We are our kingdom's best magic users." She rested her head on her arm, looking down on the Taladite. "Maybe we'll put it in our garden as well. Such a large tree would be a fine addition..." She trailed off, and laughed. "I was joking, don't worry."


actions:


100'000 population

 

[Master Pawnige]

At Xizphos, training grounds


Gishon was just finishing up his daily training with his elites When a messenger Burst Though the massive double doors that led into the training grounds. The messenger looked of death and was riding a young drake. Gishon immediately sheathed his weapon and called to the messenger, "What news do you bring? And why do you look of death?" The messenger dismounted his drake and took a deep breath, "Sir something is stirring, far in the east On a scouting patrol a legionary claims to have seen a forest made entirely of flesh, bone, and sinew. The optio bade me ride quick as i could and inform you." Gishon debated for a moment then called "Elite Ninki, you shall go and see if this man speaks truth, take a drake and provisions. As for you Boy go get your self cleaned up you have done your emperor a service. One more thing Elite Ninki, you may do whatever you deem necessary, Just try not to start a war we would rather have peace until we know their strength.


on the outskirts of the blood grove





Ninki had been riding hard for hours, Just now she lay under thick foliage scanning the edge of the blood grove. The messenger had indeed spoken truly the forest was made of bone and flesh. Cautiously she stood up to a half crouch and and crept around to her drake. She could see fires in the forest, Sentries walking up and down the edge of the forest just far enough away that you could barely make them out except for the torches they carried. She drew the white flag of truce and rode into the grove, as she approached she Called out "i come in the name of valcus Emperor of the Forgotten people, and would ask an audience with your Leader.

 

[Inc]

on the outskirts of the blood grove


Several of the Hukegi turned in her direction, their weapons and magical objects drawn. However, they soon saw her flag, and relaxed.


A high ranking sentry, sporting clothing suited for blood magic, walked up to Ninki. He scowled, and looked her over. "Why don't you come with us, to the main gate, instead of sneaking around?" He said. The sentry fixed her with an unfriendly grin. "Or did you not want to attract attention to yourself?" He turned and began to walk towards the border gate, motioning for Ninki to follow. He muttered statements about her appearance under his breath. It would be a miracle if the Greater Queen or any of her sisters would even consider to meet with this abomination.

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess, the Ancient Tree


Kalmor, the messenger, Kalmor’s men returned safely and where waiting inside the Ancient Tree, under the roots, and were discussing what was going on with 7 of the leaders. “Can we trust them?” asked the leader of the wolf pack. “I do not know we will have to find out. Their magic is very powerful we need their help”, answered Kalmor, "They should be arriving anytime soon."


(“leaders” mean for the Taladites leaders of a certain group of skin changers: Wolf, bear, roks, etc.)

 

[Inc]

At Mynthess, the Ancient Tree


A small procession walked into sight. They were on foot, walking with a strange grace. The Greater Queen was in the center, and her three sisters were around her. They stood unnaturally tall, towering at ten feet. Their skin was white like snow, and their eyes completely black, with red irises. The Queens had more than two eyes, the Greater Queen having the most, six in total. It was obvious they were not true Hukegi. A small brigade of real Hukegi walked beside them, their weapons at their sides. The Queens themselves had a sword strapped to their back, and also each carried a scepter made of ivory.


They fanned out, the four Queens standing in a line, staring at the 7 leaders of the Taladites. The Greater Queen stepped forward, looking down at them, with a look somewhere between a smile and smirk. "So, is this your tree?" She asked, gesturing the Ancient Tree. "I like the colors." She said. "It reminds me of home."


One of her sisters nudged her, and mumbled something about staying on point. The Greater Queen sneered at her, and looked back at the Taladite rulers, her strange look back. "So...how do we go about this?" She asked Kalmor. "We can listen, but what do you want us to do with what we hear?"

 

[Master Pawnige]

In the blood grove





Ninki Looked calmly at the Hukegi and turned to follow him. It was apparent that Her kind where not welcome here, but she needed to learn more of the hukegi and the best way was to meet with their queens. Obviously the Rou worshipped flesh and bone maybe their would be a way to reach there primitive minds. A gift perhaps She had taken the skull from the Elite she had killed earlier, as it was the rokkr's costume to take trophies. bone from a rokkr was harder then steel and could be a metallic ivory colour, or a dark Grey colour if the rokkr was aged when he died. This particular one was a metallic ivory and she hoped it would interest the queen, but she dare not show it yet for she knew not what their response would be.

 

[Inc]

In the blood grove, Rou, on the way to Kadishi





A procession made their way up the road to Kadishi. The City of Ivory stood tall, its buildings held together by shining bone and ebony. Ninki was surrounded by Hukegi guards, who seemed more focused on finding fault with Ninki than actually doing their job of keeping her safe. The people on the side of the road sneered, some mocking the Forgotten, others glaring with contempt. Statues of four grotesque beings stood guard at the gate as they approached. The procession entered, and made their way to the Greater Queen's temple. It was a thin, tall pagoda, white with jet-black accents. The foliage here was varied, warped flesh and bone mingling with greenery. The imagery carved into the buildings was both repulsive and beautiful at the same time, showing intricate patterns formed into the silhouettes of bizarre creatures. It was obvious the beings depicted were from other places, ones far off from this reality.


As the Greater Queens's temple came close, the procession stopped. A worker walked up to greet them. He looked over the shoulder of the sentry at Ninki, and frowned a little in confusion. The Hukegi cleared his throat. "The Queen and her sisters are currently away...if that's what you were wondering." He looked at Ninki again. "Is she a prisoner or a politician?" He asked the sentry. The sentry grunted in irritation. "That's not your business." He said. "Just...find us a place to wait."


The worker nodded, and signaled for an unseen force to open the gate. He led them to a corner of the garden, and gestured to a wooden bench. "Please...sit here...um...Forgotten One." He glanced at her again, feeling unsure. "The Greater Queen will decide what to do with you when she returns."

 

[Master Pawnige]

At kadishi





Ninki sat on the bench, annoyed though she hid it well, At these primitive fools. She was Rokkr Drengr, She possessed Windsickle the axe that had killed more Celestials and kings then a mortal could dream of, she was over 9 feet tall and Elite in the Emperors personal guard And yet they Disdained her, mocked her, and sneered at her. Although these things all Frustrated her she hoped she would not let it show for she was as skilled a diplomat as there ever was and had been trained in etiquette and court since she was 30 years of age. This was a different kind of battle that she was well prepared for.

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess, the Ancient Tree


Kalmor answered to The Greater Queen, "Write down what you hear and give it to me when you are done" as he turned back and sat down on throne. "We trust you and if our king does not.." a sudden pause with a terrified look on his face. "Good luck"

 

[Inc]

At Mynthess, the Ancient Tree


The Greater Queen nodded, smirking a little at Kalmor. "If we are to cooperate, then don't try to intimidate me." She said. "I hope your tree doesn't care about being touched." The Hukegi queen walked up to the tree, and sat, leaning against it. She called over a servant, and instructed him to write down what she told him. She waved at the other queens to leave her alone.


The Greater Queen looked up into the branches, admiring the color and structure. It reminded her of her garden, its branches like ivory and its leaves crimson, like flowing blood. She closed her eyes, and relaxed. She whispered into the white bark. "Speak to me, and I will listen."

 

[DarthCaesar]

High Knowleadgeable Addon Sva'tair softly called, "Enter," addressing the knock on his door.


As High Magister Skeddon Blo'tair entered the room, Addon straightened. "Addon," Skeddon said. "We have completed our research into long range scrying."


"Oh, wonderful greatness!" Addon said. "Have you found anything out yet?"


Skeddon laughed. "We are not that hasty, Council-brother. However, there is an unintended side effect. Those who are being scryed know they are."


Addon nodded. "I understand. I'll tell Lord Gladdon to ready a minor force, just in case. Start your search for other nations whenever possible."

 

[Joshington]

At Mynthess, the Ancient Tree


The wind rushed through the tree, the leaves on the all trees flew upward swiftly into the sky till they are unseen. The Tree spoke softly, "I am Gildore, the Ancient Tree, king of Mythess. I know why you come. My people need orders and so i will give them orders. But.. I ask one thing.. What I am about to say you must not tell anyone or anything. I will trust you and your people and i pledge an alliance with your people, the Hukegi. Here is my command..." He spoke and what was said was written down...