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Celebration (expansion)
Willkallpa, the Cajapoyan Capital
The day after Suri was crowned was a wild time for the city of Willkallpa. For nearly two decades, Cajapoya held no positions of power outside the Nine priesthoods themselves. Suri, a lowborn relative of Imperial blood being crowned Emperor, was a sign of change for both the city, and those subject to Cajapoya. Many had become far more productive, declaring the Emperor’s finding a miracle. Some even believed that Yawar herself cleared the path of demons for the finding of the boy by High Priest Izhi. Whatever the case, excitement had overtaken the Capital, and parties were held at every street corner.
With Night upon the city, Most of the city fell back to slumber after a nearly full day of partying. Except for Izhi and Khuyak. Inside the palace behind closed doors, the two sat next to a table, a map of the region Cajapoya sat upon; the two rivers to its north and south being clearly visible.
“Quite a plan, Izhi. taking up to the rivers would make a defensible area of land for us to grow and then expand passed.” Khuyak raised a glass before drinking it back.
“Please, Khuyak. It’s amatuer hour! You go where you find no resistance, and Cajapoya will expand with it. There’s nothing else to it.” Izhi herself picked up a bowl, pulling from it a slimy and salty sardine, enjoying it as much as one could. “Eck, and this’ll make our influence in the Empire only stronger!”
“I will need soldiers for the army, however.” Khuyak stood up and put his hand over the lands Cajapoya currently called its own. “I can not conquer with but a supply train.”
Izhi grimaced. “Then recruit troops! The fervor of Cajapoya has never been higher. You could go up to a blind deaf beggar and he’d probably fight to the death in the name of the Empire!”
“Ha!” Khuyak chuckled a bit more, filling up his glass from a nearby keg. “Very well, I will recruit from the city of Willkallpa. Now, what are you going to do here whilst I’m marching across this river valley?”
“Well…” Izhi started, amused. “... I will do my priestly duties as should be expected from a woman of the faith.”
“...And?” Khuyak continued for Izhi.
“And, I will influence the court. Make sure the Emperor knows who’s truly bringing him up in station, whilst securing to the other eight high priests that we hold the strings of power together.”
“Be careful while you do that, Izhi. I’d rather not lose my only ally in the court to some fat toad claiming he knows the turning of the sun!”
“The priesthood of blood carries with it more prestige and power than either the sun or the moon. They’d need more than one simple justification to get my head. Besides, they’re just getting into the game, whilst I’ve been in it since I was but a Presbyter. I did not rise to High priest so quickly simply to my fanaticism, yes?”
“Aha, I see.” Khuyak once more sat down. “I already feel the fate of Cajapoya turning, for the best I hope. Stagnation will no longer plague this accursed city, and with an Emperor, figurehead or not, things will get better.”
“They will. And we both will have a hand in it. I, as a skilled and pious Priest of blood to guide the Emperor, and you, a staunch and valorbound strategist. No matter what, we both will see our names in history as those who saved Cajapoya, the Imperial dynasty, and the Empire.”
“Right. I’ll leave you to your ‘studies’, of the faith, Izhi. I have battles to win.”
“Of course.”
Organizing (expansion)
Willkallpa
With his forces, Khuyak had quickly secured the area surrounding the capital with his disciplined and elite force and militia forces, subjugating the Savoset villages that would bow and mercilessly hunting the Arvernian tribes that had taken a claim to the Savoset homelands, By the time Khuyak had finished his expedition, another forty villages had come under the Emperor’s dominion, with about a dozen townships on top of that being founded.
When Khuyak returned to Willkallpa, the city praised his success as if he were a conqueror of ages past. An entire parade was set up in his honor, with the Arvenians he had gotten ahold of either being enslaved or sacrificed to Apu and Yawar, fueling the ever growing fanaticism in the army and city itself. Suri awarded him with the title of protector of the east, with the Nine priesthoods further ceremoniously building temples in the newly established towns in the region. New recruits had begun to join the army daily, with the city seeing more and more warriors outside its walls training.
Taruka, the high priest of the sun, had taken well to the growing developments, taking to prayer within the local temple. The halls of the ancient church were alight with activity, yet all the same the large priest was able to find a quiet room to communion in, to Apu, the white serpent who protected the world, and Yawar, who patrolled the heavens for a blood tithe against the demons who struck down the empire in the first place. He placed before him four candles, two to represent the divide of Heaven and Arkonos, and two to represent the siblings of Apu and Yawar. Inside these candles, he placed a Silver necklace: a gift given to him by a Priest on his ascension to High Priest. Crossing his legs just before the candles, Taruka closed his eyes, beginning to Commune with the Astral plane.
Before he could enter it, however, a loud knock was heard upon the door. “Taruka?” the voice quietly asked. “It’s Ayar, the high priest of the Moon.”
“Ah!” Taruka replied happily. “Come in, come in!”
Ayar opened the door, her skinny closing the door behind her. “I would like to ask you about the recent events that have occurred.”
“Ah.” Taruka breathed in. “Well, everything’s been looking up so far. The realm is prospering, expanding, and generally organizing. I imagine we’ll be back on the map in many a nation’s eyes once our cities begin to bring out the word to our neighbors.”
“Yes, but what of Izhi?” Ayar stated nonchalantly.
“Izhi?” Taruka replied, surprised.
“Yes. her actions can not have escaped your attention, have they?”
“Well… She is quite a snake, and dastardly at that. However, she has gotten more results in a single year than her successor did in a decade. As well as that, she helped find both Suri, a young and easily influenced child that fits what the Nine Priesthoods wish for, and Khuyak, a quite bright Military general who likely would never had gained a moment in the light had he not accompanied her to find Suri.”
“Are you saying we should simply ignore her actions?”
“Obviously not! However, we can’t simply ignore the good to come from those actions. Cajapoya would remain nothing but a legacy had an Emperor not been found, even less so a city state if she hadn’t been so brazen as to go out of her way with a force to rescue him.”
“That is true… But are we to simply trust that she is a force of good for the empire?”
“No, not at all! We will need to see what she does from now on. Being such a newly established High Priest, it’ll take time for us to know what her motives are and if that’ll affect the Nine Priesthoods hold over the Emperor.”
“Right. Thank you, Taruka.” Ayar bowed.
“You’re welcome, Ayar. and know that I back you and the other high priests before her, as our two priesthoods are the oldest and wisest of them all. Now, do you wish to join me in communion?”
“I sadly can not, Taruka. My energy has already been drained due to having reached the astral plane earlier today.”
“Very well. I shall let you get back to your duties.”
“Of course. I will meet you back in the palace tomorrow.”
Taruka gave a quick nod, letting Ayar exit, closing the door behind her. Taruka turned back around, closing his eyes and communing once more, before he fell into slumber with the spirits of the Astral Plane, Apu’s watchers of the world.
Kostua sol, Baccar, and The Pink Seas
The Phoenix
"The issue before us in this election is greater than any before us. It is not a new opportunity, but it is ready to happen. There are those that wish us to remain forever in the depths, safely hidden away. That is understandable. For some, once they've been harmed, they forever cower in expectation of that next blow, that next betrayal. And for good reason. Once the psyche has been burned, every act, every experience after that shares an after-image of that first hurt, like looking at the sun through the piercing, and then trying to look anywhere else. But, as with the sunspots on your eyes, the hurt can fade. It can be healed. It has been so long, brothers and sisters, since we have gazed upon the world, so long since we've retreated to the hidden depths that we call home. It has been generations since Kostua shipped our ancestors off to work their mines. Have we heard of them in these past decades? They have been as silent as the tomb. It is time, friends. It is time. Time to throw off the shackles of our past harm, time to rise up and venture out and take our place in this new world that we know nothing about. If elected to the Servitorship, I will lead us out of this darkness. It will not be easy; the shadows are our friends now. It will not be convenient for all. But it will benefit all of us if we can once more walk in the sunshine. I bed you, do not give in to that inherent dread that sits in your hearts. Do not take the easy path of complacency. We are capable of growth, but that growth can only happen if we look up to the sun and see not only our past hurt, but the marvelous potential in each one of us. Give your proxy to the Phoenix, and together, we will rise."
-- Grand Princess Kaeleirai, campaigning for Servitor in Omphalos
The Sacking of Mizan
Dawn breaks over the weary city of Mizan, the sun highlighting its brilliance yet exposing the wear and tear from the Elysium-Mizanese war. The watchtower guards head begins to drop as sleep catches up to him.
“Hey! Wake up, it’s the end of your shift.” The new guard yells
“Wu- what? I wasn't sleeping!?” The old guard mutters in a daze
“Sure, sure. Anything to report?” He questions losing his patience
“No sir, none. We’ll i did see some travelers to the south but they left shortly after.” Said the old guard still half asleep
“Strange, Get yourself off then. You're no use this tired.” He snarled
Meanwhile 20 mile south of Mizan.
Zagor looked onto the city it was strange to him far more fortified then those of his people,through what could be seen by the Pale Druid as taking from a Giorn’s ark
His heard stepped behind him and turned quickly seeing the cloaked Great Shaman Nolgraz stood behind him.
“My Zor the herdsmen and shamans are ready to raid the city.” The Shaman said looking upon the city
“We will use their people as the key to open the gates,cut their tongues out and have them march as if we were captured.” Zagor said, stepping back to prepare for the battle, “We strike at night when the herdsmen open the gates.”
Mizan continued as normal, the rebuilding of the city was underway. The framework for reconstruction was set; all that was needed now was the actual construction. As rain began to fall and dusk slowly approached the workers began to collect their things for another night in the local tavern.
The gatekeeper nestled into his station for another wet, uneventful night. He sighs as he places his sword on the counter to his side and drapes himself in a blanket whilst opening a bottle of Sanguine Wine. His attention however was drawn to the bridge, a small group heading for the gate house, a few of them notably Avernian. “Strange” He thought as the figures got closer.
The shaman that was sent with the group looked up to the guards “Greetings I and my compatriots bring prisoners of war who tried to raid our village.”
The Avernians looked and nodded as the herdsmen that had been brought along stood staring at the guards with anger
“Ah, we’ve heard about these. Gorrin have been giving the villagers around here trouble recently. Follow me, I’ll take you to the prison. Have a drink on me after too, glad someones bringing these bastards in.” He laughs leaving his station to meet the group
The shaman smiled and bowed bringing the party into the city
“I’ve never been to the big city.”
“Ah, a country man as well. Yea I was the same until I joined the Elysium Military, Mizan’s different though built like a fortress compared to the rest, I’d like to see anyone try get in here.” The guard laughed
“Is that right, well might I ask where everything is?” The Shaman said with a sadistic smirk
“Uhm well, we’re heading towards the prison now which is connected to the barracks so if you need assistance head there, Down on the next left here is the tavern and Inn, and that tower over there” He points
“Thats the administrative wing, the Vali lives there” he says with a monotone voice reeling off the rehearsed lines he was give.
“Well here we are, the Prison, I’ll take these Gorrin now.” He smiles
“Ah yes feel free to take them,me and my compatriots will find a place to stay.” He gave a bow and the herdsmen moved forward with the guards
The guard unlocks the door and leads the Gorrin prisoners inside of the prison, leading them down the long stone stairs and down into the dungeon where each Gorrin are then placed into cells.
As dusk began to set in one of the gorrin began to laugh and mutter in his strange tongue sitting in the cell he laughed louder and louder letting it echo through the halls and cells of the prison.
A guard rushes down the hall of cells at a brisk pace, brandishing his sword. “What’s so funny!?” He screams, pointing his sword and arriving at the Gorrin.
The gorrin quickly grabbed the guard and began bashing him against the bars until he stopped moving, taking the keys and unlocking his cell. He looked to the other herdsman “It is our time brothers now we complete the tasks or Warchief and Zor gave us.
Meanwhile in the darkened streets the shaman stood looking towards the Temple muttering something as his staff began to glow a orange hue “Let those who stand as offenses to the Süns be burned for their sins!” With this a series of fireballs engulfed the temple in flames
Bells all across Mizan begin to ring and guards rush towards the fire. The city falls into a panic over the temple of Yfrir being set alight. An organised effort forms to carry water from the city well to the temple, the thick smoke from the fire fills the air and the crackling of embers almost drowns out the yelling of the city guard.
The lone watchmen in the southern tower stares on in horror at the sight but the warband approaching the city brought about a feeling of horror deep within his stomach, attempting to sound the bell in a panic he realised too many bells we’re being signaled for his to get their attention. A sharp pain surged through his chest as the warmth of blood trickled down his shirt, the guard collapsed falling from the tower itself.
Zagor looked to his Zora with a smile “Good shot.”
“Now we show these weaklings the true power of the Kharzor and the Sinkur heard! Bid dain khiine!” He roared as he raised his axe the war horns began to sound as they planted latters to climb the city walls.
Meanwhile the Shaman looked upon his work with a smile turning towards the administrative district “Next is those who believe they may rule over lands made of Giorn,the ark shall be liberated!” Again flames engulfed the target of his wrath
The swarm of Gorrin entered the city with no contest, six guard stationed outside of the administrative district quickly formed ranks at the sight of a herd heading their way, as they got closer the sheer number and sight of the Gorrin warherd made even the most senior of the guards buckle at their knees. “Halt” demanded the front most guard.
Zagor was in front of his herd compared to even his herdsmen who would stand taller than most men,he stood twice as such,he brandished his axe looking to the guards saying in a broken version of their tongue “Dare to challenge?” He said walking slowly toward the line behind him stood hundreds of gorrin who were ransacking the city screams of townsfolk being dragged out of their homes before they were set ablaze could be heard.
The shaman revealed himself behind Zagor pointing but a finger towards the front most guard and chanting in a strange tongue
All six of the guard braced themselves in a small shield wall formation. “Prepare for war!” the front most guard yelled at the top of his lungs, “Forge our peace!” the remaining five guards retorted with a stern voice. They slowly began to march towards the warheard, readying themselves for what could possibly be their last seconds.
The front most guard was quickly engulfed in flames as the shaman let off his spell,Zagor and the other gorrin quickly rushed the others, losing few and overwhelming them with sheer numbers. They would continue this trend throughout the city looting, pillaging and sacking it leaving not being but rubble but the few priests they could find,they would replicate their offerings from the village placing them on totems and carving prayers to Iru on the sacrifices.
Two Weeks later
In full armour The Khafir of Might, Azzem, stands in awe at the ruins of Mizan. Even the Elysium-Mizanese war didn't leave such devastation. In front of the temple, Azzem turned to his royal guards.
“Men, Remember what you have seen here today. For this is the reason we are going to war. They have desecrated our holy sight, kidnapped our kin and burned our city to embers. We will show them the might of the Elysium army.” Azzem shouted triumphantly
“Prepare for war! Forge our Peace!” A united chant returned from the royal guard.
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The First Foray
It was early morning, and streamers of sunlight were reaching over the tops of the spires in Tel Andes, and sunlight glinted off the warrior statue that figured prominently on the basilica. To be honest, it was painful for Xai to even be out right now, and as beautiful as the sight was, it was hurting his eyes. He'd spent seventy years underground in Saekhuri, and he'd only ventured out now, because his niece, the Grand Princess Kaeleirai, has requested it of him. As far as he knew, he was the only one who had in at least a generation. There were stories of course, but they were usually just that, stories.
But now he was here, in former Kostuan territory. It was called 
Rolais now, apparently. He'd almost not come. He'd been afraid of the response he'd get. Oddly though, none of his worries came to pass. He was, to put it bluntly, unremarkable. He'd left home in his finest clothes only to discover that he looked like a tradesman down on his luck. It had been impossible to even get a glance from the low-level clerk he'd tried to get an audience with. It had taken two weeks of hard work and more than one gamble to scrape up enough money to buy a decent set of clothes. He'd very nearly lost his one precious possession given to him by the Princess, betting in a game of cards, and fending off thieves afterwards. In truth, the defense had broken the gift, but it was still well presentable. A good thing, too. Had he lost that, he'd have had to go home empty-handed - if he'd been able to get back at all.
Now he was in line again, and so early this morning he was first as soon as the doors opened to the royal court. His scars from the fight were nearly gone, but the clerk picked up on them anyway. "Oh. It's you again. I thought I told you to get lost."
Xai discovered that he was really not in the mood. "Now listen, you little worm. I am well aware I am not richly dressed. I am not from here. I am from the south, near the edge of the desert. But who I am or how I am dressed is not the point. The point... is this."
Xai brought out from under his robes a small valise, and upended it onto the table in front of him. His gift came rolling out, bright even in the meager sunlight that filtered through the windows. The gem of enchantment, about as big as his head, changed the clerk's countenance satisfactorily. While he was still processing that, Xai pulled out the letter he'd been given. "I am leaving this along with a letter from the Grand Princess of Saekhuri. Please deliver them to someone with more authority than yourself."
"And I'd like a receipt."
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The letter, when opened, reads,
To those whom it concerns,
My apologies in addressing my letter as I have, but we are mostly unaware of the state of things since our hermitization has been so long. I am fighting to open our country up to the world at large, but I find myself in need of support. I am sending this gem as a gift, and a promise. A gift to show we are friendly and mean no one any ill will. A promise that, if I am elected and I have been assisted by you, we will open trade with you before any other nation we may find ourselves in contact with. My uncle Xai can give you more details.
Sincerely and hopefully,
Kaeleirai, Grand Princess, Saekhuri
All Roads Lead to Drakkulesti
With a new era dawning for Basileus Elysium, many questioned the ability to travel the lands. Still using old dirt roads to make their way to other cities, the City Councils of Peyan Musir, Tuccarlesti and Mizan requested the construction of a road to connect the three making trade by land a viable option. Cheaper yet longer than tradition seafaring methods this provoked a debate within the Grand Council itself, these roads could be seen all over Sokos, yet no kingdom of Tylos had established such large-scale infrastructure projects.
In the early stages of planning, a prototype road was established between Drakkulesti and Al’Antum using a method of large stones at the bottom with a mix of gravel and tar along the top, large bridges capable of supporting horse and cart were also built over the rivers in the roads path. Such an undertaking took far more resources than the kingdom thought to build however became a staple part of trade between Drakkulesti and Al’Antum. Doing so also developed better connection to some rural areas left without adequate infrastructure.
Due to the prototype roads success, the Peyan Musir to Tuccarlesti road began development. The high way itself had no issues apart from the heavy demand of stone which was exaggerated by immediate start to the construction of the Tuccarlesti to Mizan after, giving no rest to the build.
Overall, two thousand seven hundred builders were employed. The first Tylosian nation to undertake such an epic feat yet so simple in its completion, though the construction itself made a huge dint in national stone production, it did however allow for easy troop movement from Peyan Musir to Drakkulesti, what took them six days to do in the Elysium-Mizanese war could now be done in four. Along with this trade between the three cities of Peyan Musir, Tuccarlesti and Mizan boomed forming a sense a brotherhood between the three southern cities.
The Affirmation of the Magically Gifted Act
The Dort Sutun royal chambers. Drakkulesti
Magic still remains one of the most controversial aspects of society throughout Arkonos, Basileus Elysium is no exception. Those with the ability to harness the magic in the world are often viewed with suspicion and discrimination from the wider society, however in recent years the idea of accepting those with supernatural abilities for what they are and even offering them special roles in areas such as Education and the Military has become quite vocal.
“Spending your time reading books still brother? They’ll be the death of you some day” Scoffed Azzem stepping out onto the balcony
“What do you think of magic, Azzem?” Imineif asked with genuine curiosity in his voice
“… Im not sure, many say it’s a curse that corrupts. Some say it’s a gift from the Gods. Why do you ask?” Azzems eyes narrowed in suspicion awaiting the answer.
“Well, what if we teach those who have such abilities to use them correctly. In a way to not corrupt.” Imineif exclaimed with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Go on, I can tell you’ve already thought this through, haven’t you?” sighed Azzem
“We officially recognise the abilities of those with magically ability, we teach them, establish school specifically for them. Harness their ability for our Kingdom. Imagine, creating an institution every mage in the kingdom is part of. One which has them as scholars, warriors and teachers.” Imineif explained with excitement
“I must admit, mages on the front line… it sounds terrifying yet beautiful. So, what about the Grand Council? Most of them won’t be too happy with this sudden acceptance of magic.” Asked Azzem sceptically
“I doubt most people will, this isn’t something that will that everyone will accept immediately or even ever. Time will heal the wounds of suspicion however. I’ll have the council meet tomorrow and I’ll personally explain” Azzem sighed as he laid his book on the table, Evocation and its many forms
The following day, The Grand Council Room, Drakkulesti.
“And the next motion, The Affirmation of the Magically Gifted Act.” Announced Imineif
“Who on Arkonos sent that up to us!?” Snickered Ferik Zakariyya Azzi
“Actually, I did. It’s already signed by me and Azzem.” Stated Imineif bluntly
The room fell into silence, Imineif composed himself and began his speech he had previously given Azzem. The room remained quiet as the few in the council who opposed it dared not to speak against the Diarchies choice out of both a respect for their choice and the knowledge that they would be outnumbered. The law was passed no delays.
Al’Jayan
Almost immediately after the passing of the “Affirmation of the Magically Gifted act” the Magai society was founded, this in its essence set out to create a way to track the abilities of those within the kingdom, Joining however was option. If a person was to join, they were then permitted to apply for jobs and job schools with magic in mind. The first Magai University was that of Drakkulesti, established personally by Iminieif himself. Named Al’Jayan. Each magai university had six sperate schools within it.
Mysticism, “The art of the Mind” focusing on illusionary magic, while this school is the second least popular among student within the school a small number have been known to use mysticism in conjunction with military training to achieve deception in fights. The majority of those who trained under mysticism however usually became researchers and scribes within the Magai society.
Evocation, “Elemental Mastery”, the most popular of all the schools with in Al’Jayan using the manipulation of magical forces. Despite being extremely versatile in its application the majority of student whom partake in Evocation usually join the new military branch of Almahasil Alsahria, a mage only branch. Some however have been known to use their skills in Evocation for more mundane matters such as in blacksmith, fishing or farming.
Abjuration, “Do no harm” the second most popular school and the hardest to master, focusing on both healing magic and apothecary. Most graduating from Abjuration aim to work as either an Apothecarist or doctor, the latter having been seen working as public (Within their own shop), private (Such as a royal physician) and even military healers.
Augury, “The Speakers” the least popular school of Al’Jayan, focuses mostly on theology of the Namori faith and the use of the Communication spell as most spells of Augury are banned for their vulgar practices and ties to demons. Those who graduate under Augury solely work for the temples and Buyuks.
Enchanting, “The Ancient Arts” one of the more popular schools of magic, seeing the enchantment of weapons, armour and jewellery. Some who work in Enchanting join the military, usually ending up in a quartermaster position due to their talents with not just magic but general knowledge of weapons and armour maintenance. Most in enchanting already had job prospects as blacksmiths or jewellers prior to their Magia education, those who did usually return to that line of work with even more understanding and insight into it along with Enchanting to earn more income.
Runicism, “Any Advantage” focusing on the use of runes for temporary protection of someone, also another of the less popular school of magic. Military work or even work in sports is the usual path of those who study Runicism, leaving runes on the armour or skin of soldiers. It has also been seen in the sport of boxing, both participants given runes of strength to make the fight last longer and draw in a large crowd from a bloodier match.
Overall, the development and success of Al’Jayan paved the way for more Magai universities to be established in other major cities around Basileus Elysum
The Xovvan Future
Exhausted, cold, and hungry. Many of the people that followed them up The Astrals have soon abandoned them, died, or fought amongst the crowd for survival, even The Tenets started to doubt the visions of The Xovva they heralded, as they watched him lead them further, and higher into the mountains, to what seemed like inevitable death.
Hours further into the journey, it was nightfall, The Xovva called for a halt, and told the remaining followers to make camp, rest, and forage. This was a sigh of levity that the followers needed, and, fortunately, the place where they made camp was lush with edible morsels, from berries to high-hanging fruit of the might trees, and then there were the stags, boars, and rams, that braved the cold north. The journey will survive another day, this time without a revolt spurting out.
Why have they followed The Xovva this far? Why The Astrals, in the mountains no less? Why them? Why have they lived so far? Has The Xovva truly lost it?
In The Xovva’s personal tent, The Tenets gathered to him, and congregated.
“Do you not hear nature? The flowing waters of the streams? The howling winds?” He gandered towards the six Tenets.
Upon hearing this, The Tenets looked around, and traded looks amongst each other, curious as to what their Xovva is leading to, and confused whether or not their leader spoke rhetoric, or actual questions.
The Xovva saw the befuddled expression underneath their masks, and he chuckled, grinned, and stood up from his bedroll. “Do you not feel it? We are here!” He remarked to the six, still confused.
The Xovva would make his leave out from his tent, motioning his hand for The Tenets to follow, and the six obeyed. The Tenet looked among each other for the last time, a mixture of frustration, pessimism, and hopelessness slowly distilled in their hearts as they followed after their Xovvan outside as they him standing in the open fields, looking upwards in the sky, still motioning to them to come close to him.
“Come! Come!” Thus spoke The Xovva, his face turned to The Tenets for a brief moment before returning to gaze upon the stars.
It took a while before The Tenets gathered around The Xovva once again, their footsteps slowed in their pace, as their minds were mired with regret, shame, and sorrow. They could not gather the strength to bicker amongst themselves anymore.
“Look up...” The Xovva said in a gentle tone, trying his best to ease The Tenets. “Look at the stars of the night sky.” He continued.The Tenets looked up as The Xovva commanded, and they were caught in awe.
The cloudless skies of that night revealed unto them the constellations of the omens, and the many symbols of their faith. The Circle of The Xovva, and it’s symbols etched into the night sky just by the horizons where they can see the lowlands. The Tenets were raptured with jubilation, their fears melted away, and their doubts cast into the nether as the six congregated into discussion as to the arrangements they saw but most of all, they were right. They were right about The Xovva. They were right about their faiths. They were right.
Seeing the joy brought upon the faces of The Tenets, The Xovva smiled, and lunged at the six women, gently kissing the cheek of each of them, then he stylishly scurried off back to his tent. He proclaimed, “In the coming morn, I will lay a rock, and it shall be the founding of The Xovva!”
The Tenets were taken by surprise, but perhaps a well deserved one, as they brushed their cheeks where their messiah had laid upon his lips.
Aelythium and Baccar
Hostile Territory
The time and place for the next debate had been set. The grand hall in Saekhuri would host the debate in three days. It had been set, no doubt, to make it difficult to get there on time, but Kaeleirai was not one to be cowed. Her entourage had set off immediately, with orders to have supplies follow them. With luck, they'd make it just in time.
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Three days later, Saekhuri, the Great Hall
The crowd had been waiting for nearly an hour when High Prince Gao took the stage. It was time for the debate to begin. Grand Princess Kaeleirai was nowhere to be seen, just as he had planned. He'd managed to get the announcement of the debates delayed nearly a full day after it was decided, and now, it looked like it would just be him on the debate stage. He held up his hands and a hush fell over the audience.
He began quietly, looking down at his notes. "It has now been four generations that we've been free. From that day until the present moment, there has been an increasing effort to force us to extend ourselves to the outside world. That effort has been spearheaded by a small minority, but it has been so successful that, today, we stand at a crossroads. Why?" Here his voice became pleading, as if begging an answer. "Is it necessary for us to expose ourselves to our enemies? Is it necessary for us to become involved in others' affairs, or to have them involved in ours?"
Firmness was heard in his tone now. "Personally, I believe there is no better argument against our intervention than a study of the history of this debate. If the true facts were placed before our people, this debate would end tonight. This is the most basic difference between our two sides, between those who advocate for foreign involvement, and those who believe in an independent destiny for Chirenai. If you look back, you will find that those of us who want to stay independent have consistently tried to clarify facts and issues; while those that believe in the need to involve others in our affairs have tried to hide facts and confuse issues. We have not led you on by subterfuge and propaganda. We have not resorted to anything to take the Chirenii people where they did not want to go."
"When this debate started, it was clear that Chirenai was solidly opposed to entering it. And why not? We have a marvelously defensible position. We have a tradition of independence. We fought for it! In the last election, less than one out of ten of us favored leaving our homes and connecting with the descendants of those who brutally oppressed us. But there were some whose interests and beliefs necessitated our involvement in the outside world. They planned first, to prepare us for foreign intervention under the guise of Chirenii defense; second, to involve us in the world without our realization, and third to create a series of incidents which would force us to seek outside help. These plans were of course, to be covered and assisted by the full power of their propaganda."
Gao paused, and looked over the audience that filled the hall. When he spoke it was low and deliberate. "And so far, their plans have worked. Brothers and sisters, only one thing holds Chirenai from becoming embroiled in the interests of other nations and forgetting our own. That is the rising opposition of the Chirenii people. Our system of representative government is under trial in this election as it never has been before. We are on the verge of something unknown, for which we are still unprepared, and which is untenable."
"We are on the verge, but it is not yet too late. It is not too late to show that neither money nor propaganda, neither patronage nor threats, can force a free and independent people into plans that do not seek their own well-being. The entire future of Chirenai rests upon our shoulders. It depends upon our action, our courage, and our intelligence. If you oppose these foolish plans, now is the time to make your voice heard."
The Rise of Terrasen
They were done hiding. Once they were strong and then they lost it all and fled in small groups to the woods, but no more. The elves led by Aelin Galathynius were venturing out and forming their own Kingdom from the ashes of what they once knew, Terrasen. Soon all of Sokos would know of them.
For many many years the people who now flocked to this Kingdom for security had spent generations living in fear of their lives, the small contact they had with other groups was normally hostile but now they had something, a future and you could guarantee that they would never give that up now without dying first.
From the marble city of Orynch, Queen Aelin rules, fair and just she's adored by her people and the fact she has united her people at such a young age, being only 22, is nothing short of a miracle. Is she the prodigal queen that will save the race or will she plunge them into their graves as a result of bad planning and disastrous diplomatic meetings.
The House of Galathynius can trace its roots back to the height of the empire before the string of defeats at the hands of Kostua Sol destroyed their lineage, or so was thought but that wasn't the case, the line endured; but only barely and now only two Galathynius' remain, Aelin and her brother Oromis it's down to these two unlikely leaders to restore their family honour and reunite their people to their history. After all these are proud and ancient people who do not forget the past easily.
Her brother, Oromis was made Grand Marshal of the Terrasen Armies and responsible for the defence of the realm and under him saw modernisation and the beginnings of a professional standing army, something that would surely help them should a war occur. This new army would be equipped and paid for by the state so all troops would be issued arms and armour for the soldiers, but should they lose or damage pieces the soldiers must repair or replace the equipment out of their own pocket.
Foreigner's Key - Blood Bricks: Part I
A glass of wine danced carefully between the soft sugar fingers of a woman who, hidden in the shadows cast by the dim light of a chandelier, searched among the silks of her dresses for the rewards of a cunning gentleman, in black leather clothes, that caressed her thighs to the rhythm of a cosmic melody of gasps and meaningless excuses. He waited with repressed eagerness while claiming with his wet and mischievous tongue the unexplored lands of the foreign body, hoping to finally reach the firmament of reddish freckles that took pains to invoke their most primitive instincts as they became increasingly beautiful and seductive among the violent words of that lady, respected by all, who forgot her position and her name in those moments when the foreigner stole his speech and left him trembling with fear and pleasure in the secret garden of his mansion. Although, this time, it would be the last night in which this would happen since the dagger under the pillow knew his mission and was prepared to end the ordeal that his beloved owner suffered every time the visitor ascended through his window.
- Please, this is not the time ... - she begged again before a kiss would break that authoritative tone and make him succumb to the syrup of that long-awaited mouth
- Jade and steel was the price ... - was the answer she got as the warmth of that soul began to permeate her body, now as hot as that of the beast that had captured it.
- Laurent ... - she replied again without daring to raise her voice, she knew that her rosy cheeks and her fiery skin betrayed her most impure desires - Farheim ... Farheim stood up? - She tried to investigate while trying to suppress that hint of weakness that her throat evoked at the contact of those harsh phalanges with her hips
- I have never failed you ... - she whispered in her ear as she smiled as she felt the buckles of her belts being pulled to slowly expose the thin linen garments that separated her sex from those of that shining enemy of the moon, which surely he was ahead in years but never in beauty and cunning
- I know ... I'm sorry ... - she acknowledged, lowering her eyes, showing herself submissive to have the opportunity to locate any blade or poison that her desired companion could carry before it was thrown at her and lifting her skirts she accessed the mysteries that her husband had not even known
Lying on the bed, she was at the mercenary's disposal, sighing agitated as the storm swept through the open valley of her sin and the reddish liquor, which had not been able to consume, drained between the strings of her sheets. There was no time or space there, the sound of the glass breaking had not removed a second of its charm, their whole world had been reduced to those four walls where silence had no place, where nothing would cut the pen that recorded with affection those lines so daring on the firm canvas of the soldier's back and in which no one would prevent the teeth of the snake from being cruel with the neck, now bleeding, of that great threat that fell to death on the body vibrant of his murderer, who crying licked the wound of his victim while reading the note in which the young man told him that even knowing that this would be his last visit, he had assumed falling into his arms as the greatest happiness.
Out of the Dark
Half of the audience was cheering the speech that High Prince Gao had given. The other half was murmuring darkly, not liking the way things were going or the fact that apparently, Grand Princess Kaeleirai hadn't gotten there to speak.
Then, at the back of the hall, a disturbance.
The crowd slowly parted, some in deference, others in front of the inexorable press from the big men moving forward. Then they, too, parted, and Kaeleirai stepped forward, up onto the stage. Her voice was loud, firm, strident.
"You may not play at subterfuge, Gao, but someone in your circle certainly does. Debates are supposed to be announced a week in advance. I had three days. I wonder if the tables were turned if you could haul your fat behind to Omphalos as fast. As you've had your opening comments, I'll deliver mine." There were horrified gasps from some in the audience, but she pushed ahead.
"It is true that prior to now, we've been wronged by others. It is true that there's been a lot of rhetoric from both sides. That's fine. rhetoric is, after all, meant to persuade, and persuasion is what happens when two sides disagree. What's happening now, though, is not just rhetoric. What is happening now is a very scared little man trying to get others to be just as scared as he is. You have no idea what's happening in the world, but instead of going out and discovering it for yourself, you not only hide away in your shell, but denounce others for not hiding away with you."
"Chirenai has never simply stood idly by while the course of lives is determined by someone else, but that is what you would have us do, supposedly safe in the knowledge that we are protected. By what? A thin layer of stone? Will that matter to anyone who comes looking for wealth? Will our pleas of 'We were here already,' mean anything to them? That is why we must make people aware of who and what we are, so that they can trade with us rather than take from us."
"What we are opposed to is not independence. We are opposed to locking ourselves away in the dark while the procession of civilization goes past outside. We do not oppose isolation; those who wish to remain so may. We oppose this enforced isolation of the current Servitor. Every realist here knows that we are under assault, either through poisonous propaganda such as yours, or through attempts to sever our unity, such as was Prince Dei's way before you, pitting those from one town against those of another and bathing in the spoils. No, we are not opposed to a strong Chirenai. We are opposed to those who would call us strong while we cower in the corner like the larva of a shrouded worm."
"Do you believe in the right of each man to say what he believes? If so, why do you oppose us saying we want to explore the world above?"
"Do you doubt in the strengths of our gods to protect us? If not, why do you oppose us?"
"Do you not want us to live better, fuller, richer lives? If so, why do you oppose us seeking trade?"
"Do you believe that we should be able to stand up as proud citizens and not fear the unknown? If so, do not oppose us. Join us! We will find our place in the world above, and we will bask in the sun once more."
This time, the hall erupted into such shouts as seemed to almost tear the roof off. Those that had cheered earlier attempted their turn at grumbling, but Kaeleirai's final four questions had, in truth, shaken them. Were they doubting their gods if they did not support the efforts at exploration? Were they somehow saying that slavery had stolen their faith along with their freedom? Even if it were true, no one was willing to admit that.
The moderator tried to gain control of the situation, but as he soon came to realize, it would take more than a few minutes for the crowd to subside. When it did, the debate was very nearly moot.
Post self-deleted by Kharzor.
Eastern Visitor - Blood Bricks: Part II
Between the two humps of a stubborn camel an amorphous lump wobbled from side to side, seemingly unaware of the danger of falling from his mount. The sentries at the eastern gate of Yiywa had seen it and, without giving it much importance, they were betting their wages by predicting at what point of the road the drunk would finally hit the ground hard or if he would manage to reach the entrance intact. The matter escalated in such a way that many passers-by, and even a few merchants, added their jewels and goods to the loot while the beast continued on its smooth march, leaving many disappointed as it closed the distance and left them out of the game. You could already see that this strange shape was a man completely covered in multicolored fabrics, but the fact that he was so close to defining a winner did not cause as much joy as expected, instead it caused the majority to run in horror to help him and the most ready they managed to get their things off the table before he came to claim the prize.
His face did not look human, in fact it did not resemble any of the known races, it was marked by coagulated threads of blood that had fought to span the flies and the dirt that had been trapped around him to confer an even more disgusting appearance to the subject . Her dilated pupils seemed fixed, as if horror and panic were etched in her eyes, which did not seem to notice the presence of the crowd crowded around her, and her parched lips did not stop moving in an attempt to pronounce something that it was clearly unintelligible. It was useless for the soldiers to try to make him descend, the force with which his thighs clung to the back of the beast was incredible, so they had to take the reins of the creature and move it through the streets without being able to remedy that the curious they looked out to see it as if it were a fair show.
Arriving at the gates of the Netanya Great Library and having sent a scribe to report to the Council, beginning to kick around like a possessed man, the stranger convulsed until his last breath was uttered in the most inaudible silence. One being had died in the strangest circumstances and they were all looking at each other, waiting to see who would be the brave one who would take the first step to see if among the possessions of the deceased they would find something that revealed what was happening. Luckily for those present, an elderly dwarf with some indifference began to complain as he emptied his saddlebags and extracted, among other things, what appeared to be the extirpated tongue of someone who was an emissary from Takhabris according to a letter stamped by the academy of this city, which sent him to report that they had been conquered by the nomadic tribes of the east and requested the help of the Grand Duchy for their liberation.
Birds of a feather
First Seed 28th 339
The sun set loomed over Drakkulesti; the sky tinted with an orange hue. A military parade marches down the main street in front of the Dort Sutun, displaying the full extent of the military ranks, including the recently added Fil binicileri or Elephant riders and Black Cloaks made of those from the magai society.
“By Ayi’s pelt, Elephants. Every time I see them, I’m in awe. Walking castles on four legs.” Azzem exclaimed
“No matter how savage they are in war, the Kharzor’s have a way with animals. To not only subdue a beast of that size but to make it subservient. Truly amazing.” Imineif said, his eyes not leaving the sight of the parade
“And to think such a weapon is in our hands now.” Azzem laughs with the excitement of a child with a new toy
“It’s the black cloaks I’m more excited to see, they’re all still apprentices technically, the university Al’ Jayan hasn’t even been open for a full month and yet I agreed to them marching in the parade” Imineif mutter anxiously tapping his foot under the table
“Brother some of those having been hiding their abilities to the outside world for most of their life, I’m certain just the chance to stand proud because of who they are is more than enough” Azzem smiled
Imineif’s tapping stopped, “And since when do you give emotionally mature advice?” he laughed
“Next time I’ll just hit you with one of your damn books then, how about that?” Azzem chuckled swirling his wine around his glass “What wine is this anyway, I’ve been meaning to ask?”
“Uhm I believe this is The Sanguine Wine Reserve, expensive stuff. Servilias sent it especially” Imineif explained while holding up the bottle to eye level
“What has that old shrewd up to these days, last I’d heard of his antics was him buying taverns in Mizan and Tuccarlesti a few years back” Azzem questioned
“Ha, he’s not subtle about when he puts his plans into play, is he. No recently from what I’ve heard he was trying to make some sort of honey mixed ale. Bought an entire Apiculturist company apparently, something to do with it being more popular in the south” Imineif chortled attempting to hide his laughter
“And you made that man the Minister of Agriculture” Azzem laughed
“That, well, yes true but in my defence, he is extraordinarily good with farming logistics. Without him the Agricultural Society wouldn’t even be a thing. Also, he hasn’t been wrong so far, you never know we might be drinking honey ale this time next year” Imineif smiled
“By Sama’ if that’s true some one better shoot me” He looks on at the parade.
The Alfaris making up the last group of the parade marched in an arrow formation, once in the middle of the square they raised their weapons and in rhythmic fashion shot their muskets into the air. As the two Khafirs watched the shots go off into the air, a small mass could be seen headed straight for them. Confused Azzem squinted.
“There a messenger hawk headed straight for us brother.” He said with concern in his voice
A hawk perches on the balcony, a small note visible on its leg. Azzem reaches over untying the note, “Qaffar supplies attack, raiders, requesting aid” he says with a small smirk forming across his beak
“I suppose there’s no rest for us brother” Imineif sighs
“Would you have it any other way?” Azzem laughs
“No, I suppose not, no” Imineif stands up to leave as he begins to smile to himself.
MAP UPDATED (June 14th, 2020)
Sun Tears - Blood Bricks: Part III
Breaking with the monotony of the desert, in Mount Mhorbad, the water abounds and overflows from the upper levels to the very foothills of the volcano through a complicated system of tunnels and aqueducts that over the years have been used as a means of transportation of packages and raw materials or secret evacuation routes for the population in cases of emergency. Valuable treasures in the form of iron and jade used to be found in these complicated underground labyrinths. However, complaints of shadow sightings and strange sounds coming from each of the wells and catacombs that make up the interior of the mountain had led the fierce group of city miners to use their pickaxes for more than just the extraction of the iron and jadeite streaks that stored the earth under his feet. None feared death, they were willing to give all of themselves to eradicate the threat that lurked in the darkness of those humid qanats, regardless of whether they were bandits or wild beasts, no one could simply stay asleep knowing that the security of their homes hung of a thread and that, soon, the gift of Zancasyi, the heart tree of his own temple would be planted in his new house.
Despite this, from the first terrace a man stood guard with his sharp eyes to see the procession that should carry out the transfer of such a relic in an elephant litter, from which both the Grand Duke and the priestess Dendena should waiting to pay his respects to Sylanna along with all the excited people who would gather in the center of the crater for the first time to celebrate that blessing, but even as he fought against the morning sunlight he could not see any indication of they were on their way. He could only hear how his companions wandered, entered and left to confirm among themselves that in each hole and crevice they entered there was nothing but loneliness, even though he wanted to be with them removing each stone to find those responsible for the panic they suffered. his children every morning, but it would be this privileged position that would give him the opportunity to sound the alarm when everyone saw the fierce combat that was taking place a little beyond the path between a few shadows and what seemed to be the visitors that the great Murtough had been waiting for at the academy for several days.
Immediately, hunters and youths hurried to occupy each one of the projections with their bows prepared to prevent the threat from approaching the impregnable fortress represented by that elevation of the relief while the blacksmiths and artisans with their own manufactures descended the slope. to aid the ambushers, who being mostly women and children, could only try to take shelter while the five assailants strived to finish off the two men and the old man who tried to face them with a sword and a pair of sticks. The rescue team was seen by each member of that conflict, but none of them intended to withdraw, apparently, these strangers were willing to lose their lives to carry out their work, whatever it was, and they did not stop until the tip A spear pierced the chest of the man in which all of Ralzawr's power fell. Suffering in pain, he succumbed to the thrust and, falling on his back, he was pinned against the sand while he babbled again and again that everyone advanced until they reached the safety of the pit, which was not done although it involved the wound of a child and death of two novices who in their dedication to rescue him were stabbed.
The elephant frightened by the uproar managed to kill two of the murderers, sending one as far as he could and crushing the other under his front legs, before running with the souls he carried on his back over the wooden bridge and it would be this. which would manage to shed some light on the matter by the time they carried the plaintive Grand Duke on their shoulders and dragged the surviving criminal to the point of kicking and profanity. This dsen was clearly a northern mercenary, an easy conclusion to draw because very few ventured to that point on the continent without having a murky purpose on their hands, but sadly as it was, giant and sturdy, did not dare to open his mouth despite the threats and aggressions that his captors gave him over and over again while he remained in the cells awaiting the trial of the Aitherios who, knowing nothing more than the rumors of the population, already blamed the unfortunate and they were preparing to steal every last trace of vital energy that will house their body by the time it was finally said that the Conclave should meet once more to lock themselves in the Circle of Sylanna until they choose the next ruler of Zahedan, since from that night Rodeck Sylath's life had left this world.
Founding post
Home of pirates
"Tell me something fool why do you sit here and lie to me constantly!" The man yelled as he cocked his arm back striking the person he had tied to a tree "me and my man will set fire to this village all I wish to know is where the valuables are… I am a patient man, am I not?" The man whispered pulling out a sack of what looked to be coins "for two weeks I have waited for my payment yet you still think me fool to play with me Gwirgust do you wish to die?" The man again whispered the one tied to the tree began to cry "Maelgun please I've told you I don't have it, I've told the Morzride I've sent messengers I've sent livestock to appease him I I-" Maelgun cut the man off "that is where you are incorrect my friend, if things were settled I wouldn't have been sent here do you think I like coming here to this rundown village… no so tell you what give me the payment our you pay with your lives quite simple."
Maelgun walked away from the tree to a girl on the ground crying "your wife is awfully beautiful I'd bet you my ship they'd love her back at the docks…" he smiled as he said it turning around to look at the man "I will return before sundown and get the Morzride's payment this isn't a question or a request."
Maelgun whistled to have his men follow him back to the ship as he boarded her he yelled out "remember friend by sundown!"
"Maelgun why so brutal to the poor old man" one of his man asked laughing "because no matter my brutality if Morzride wished it this village and all of its people would be killed on his whim you are young and grew up far from the violence only recently being added to my crew but ask some of the older men this isn't a game, my brutality pales to Morzride's if you call me brutal then he his a force of nature."
The men sung and laughed sailing back to the docks only taking about an hour or two the winds were blessed today they were blessed by them Maelgun was a man weathered by life having lived a long one from battle to battle serving under many Morzride's the one now however was especially violent the son of the last one filled with a bloodlust for battle yet not knowing of it he was not popular with the people but the noble men liked him the boy was easy to manipulate, the nobles had the coin and Maelgun fought for it he wasn't a nobleman just not to found on unnecessarily spilling blood as he the men where docking he snapped out if his thoughts.
He walked to his little shelter not much close to the docks something to keep the rain out he reached for his trunk he would pay the debt for the village this week the leader if the village remained him of his wife "you did always tell me my heart was soft towards women my love" he chuckled as he held a tiny band a memento given to him by his wife on here deathbed "Damn you though for making my heart soft."
Segh and Baccar
Something Rotten
Saekhuri, one week before the election for Servitor
The city watch had come along just at the wrong time, as far as 17-year old Kei dashed out the door of the shop that he'd just robbed. The owner was right behind him, yelling at him to stop just as the officers of the watch rounded the corner. The two guardsmen had exchanged a glance, and then looked back at Kei, and he knew he'd been rolled. He tore off to an archway and scurried down a side street, the two watchmen close at his heels. "Get back here, you ruffian!"
The side street was a dead end, but Kei knew his way around. He leapt to the top of a rubbish crate, pushed off the wall for extra height, and grabbed ahold of the top of the fence that cut off this half of the alley from the other. and vaulted over it. One of the watchmen was directly behind him, albeit a little slower because of extra weight, age, or just a dearth of actual physical exertion, and Kei could hear him pant for breath as he left him behind.
He climbed a steep run of steps, turned the corner and ducked behind a wooden plank that covered an old hole. He was on the roof of one of the furniture workshops. He heard the footsteps of the officer rush past and breathed a sigh of relief...
Then they turned back. "That was a dead-end, and I know he's not a ghost, so he's got to be here somewhere." Apparently, the second guard had made his way around the front of the block and had met up with Kei's closer pursuer. Now they found the plank, tore it away from the way, and pushed through it. He was cornered now, and there was nowhere to go. He backed off, heading toward the end of the roof. There was a drainpipe there and he could slide down it to freedom.
He was nearly there when his brain registered something wrong with the roof. It was too soft. It was spongy, almost. That's as far as his train of thought got before it was derailed, and he followed right behind it, crashing through the rotted rooftop and falling the thirty feet to the floor. Coins scattered around him, and he lay there looking up at the hole, and the watchmen's faces peering over it, as his last thought struggled to form, failed, and faded from existence along with Kei's life.
Some short time later, the watch was removing his body and cleaning up the scattered coins to return to their owner. As one of them shoved a crate aside to get at a group of coins, he froze and called back to his superior. "Sir! What do you suppose a furniture shop needs with a half-ton of black powder?"
Across the street, a man tucked his hair into his hood, and turned away from the scene.
A Bright, and Clear Horizon
It was 339 ATF, the air was cold, dry, and sparse. The Xovva had taken a small contingent of people, numbering exactly one hundred. up to the peaks of The Astrals to explore, it was a good thing that The Xovva had set out in the morning for it will be high noon when the they reach one of the summits.
Chatter amongst individuals replaced the eerie swooping sounds of the trees being jostled by the winds, as the rising sun lit their way into the peak. The Xovva remained determined, despite the ongoing chatter. He did understand that, sometimes, the empty tone of any room can set any creature to make noise to fill the void if not leave that person in solitude contemplation, and he is certainly the more of the former than the latter. Sometimes the void would be filled with the sound of a caribou, a ram, or a bear, and in some instances they’d be in a small herd as they made their way up the mountain.
“How long ‘til we reach the summit, milord?” The Xovva’s climbing assistant, Orias, asked him with an aged, wisely tone.
“Not much now, Orias.” The Xovva replied, with a tone of optimism.
“Is it even worth it?” The old man asked again, sitting down as The Xovva gesture everyone to the group to take a rest, and eat.
“Yes!” The Xovva said adamantly, in his youthful tone. “In the books I’ve read regarding combat, it is essential that you have command of the high ground.”
“But this height is ridiculous!” Orias exclaimed snappily.
“Then we’ve already won the world!” The Xovva replied with gusto, and enthusiasm, smiling at the ends of his cheeks.
Orias was a practical man, and wizened by his age, and his experience as a mercenary. Why he was chosen by this young child acting as a king, he’ll never know. But he listened to the tone of the young man that he follows as a leader, and he listened to every bit of word he said. He may not like the arrangement of a young, and inexperienced lad leading a multitude of people, not just as a religious leader, but as a nation’s leader as well, but he trusts the words of The Tenets, and so he goes.
Orias merely chuckled, humoured by The Xovva’s optimism. He declared his leave in the conversation between the two of them, and tended to the rest of the climbers.
An hour has passed, legs rested, air breathed, food eaten, and stomachs full. The Xovva, and the climbers pack camp to continue on their journey.
The scenery changed as they reached closer, and closer. The trees were less apparent, the snow was much more treacherous, the beasts that roam are now more isolated, the sound of waters died down, and the air felt colder, drier, thinner, and far more ferocious. The chatter slowly crawled to silence, as they reached closer, and closer to the summit.
Two hour pass, high noon. They have reached the summit. They stood triumphant, and eased, as the sun shone directly above them through the cloudless skies. They celebrated with yelling, and screaming, and nudging, while still being careful not to drop the other in an untimely death. The Xovva, standing tall on the peak itself, took off his mask to breathe in the air, and to drink in the sun above him. He pans his head around, and his eyes see the grand horizon, and the slight curvature of the world. He smiles gloriously.
And then he yells, “Everyone, look!” He points to his finger downward, in an angled direction. “Below us is Xovvaran, our capital, our city, and our home!” He points in the southward direction, “Then there is the Black Bay, and the and the Black Spire!” He points quickly to the north, “Over there is the Commonwealth!” He points to the east, “In this direction, The Solstice Sea!” Then he points over the east. “Then over there, The Eternals, Distika, and The Blacklight Empire!”
“This is land is ours now!” The Xovva exclaims, his hand gesturing to another man to hand him a banner. “And anyone who dares fight in this peak!” He places the banner on the peak with might. “Has earned the honor in fighting on the highest battleground there is to exist! The Stars, and The Sun shall be their witness!”
A Long Journey Down
“We’ll take half the men, and journey eastward. I want to see the other summit before nightfall, perhaps there the view is just as majestic.” The Xovva discussed, with his fingers pointing over the unfurl map, “Then you, Orias, shall take the other half and travel southeast from here... And as usual, survey, secure, and asses the land.” The Xovva drags his fingers across a new section of the map. “Then you move further southeast.” His finger tapping against a new location. “Here... We’ll convene here at night while I make my way down The Astrals from the second summit.”
“But milord...” Orias asked, “Shouldn’t we leave a token force here.”
“Nonsense.” The Xovva replied. “There’s no use in fighting for scraps of snow. But anyone outside our borders who make camp better be thrill-seeking Mountaineers, and intrepid Spelunkers, or else there’ll be trouble.”
That conversation was three hours ago.
Orias had already arrived in the new marked county by taking the slopes, and crevasses on the way down, setting down climbing ropes as they went. For all the effort getting here, they make good time, and only have suffered a single casualty so far, and it’s just one of his men getting a twisted ankle going down from the summit.
Orias, and his company breathed easy for the air was less harsh, and more breathable. He told his men to make camp, to eat, and to tend to bruises, and injuries. A woman in their company stepped up to Orias, Illsae, a Priestess of The Xovvan Faith, “I’ve been hearing rustling among the trees since we arrived.” She remarks with a worried tone, “And I have seen the birds scattering about across different directions.”
“I know.” Orias replies, “Nothing about it feels right too. Tend to their worries Priestess Illsae, We are still in unknown territory.”
Priestess Illsae nodded at Orias’s recommendation and leaves to tend for the weary, for if the company fails now, they will never accomplish their task. Fortunately, most of the men are merely winded, and hungry on the journey way down. A bonfire was made to warm those who need it, and tents were raised to those who need rest.
Orias wasted no time, and took five other capable men to scout, and scour the terrain for it is filled with tall trees, large bushes, and mushrooms. Then the screeching of large birds high in the air, and the echoing roar of large beasts resonate throughout the land. They set off, Orias telling the Priestess, and his second-hand, Marcion, to keep watch.
“If we do not return in two hours, pack up. And proceed to the next location. We’ll meet you there.” Those were his last words to the two before setting off to explore.
Thirty minutes in, and, already, Orias has come abound into a dangerous threat in his horizon as he followed the river going down.
“Wildsmen... Barbarians.” Were the only two words he can muster as he witnessed the small dotted folk with fur, and weapons by the distance. He dare not take a step closer, lest he threatens their safety. Orias, and his party withdrew but not before splitting up. He sent three away to warn, and advise their company while Orias, and the two remaining went to intercept The Xovva to bring him terrible news.
Of Ice, and Shadow
The travel to the next summit merely went for two hours, the sun now taking it’s angled taking the slowest route but certainly the route with a more tolerable air as to keep The Xovva’s company from fainting. This adjacent summit was slightly lower but much less steeper than the other, and the terrain of the route they took was far more scenic, from the waterfalls flowing to the sides, the trees slightly more in view, to the great vista view of The Commonwealth just north from here. He has yet to know their temperament, but as he’s read, and heard. It isn’t so much, which leaves him worried.
The views that the new summit offered is merely at a different angle, and certainly shows more of The Eternals right next to them. Other than those, there’s nothing much else to see. Their stay was brief for the fact that the air in this summit is just as thin as the first summit. He merely lays a banner of the Xovvan Nation, and offers words of inspiration.
“Behold! The view of this summit!” The Xovva exclaims to his company, “Behold! The challenges we take!” He continues, “And behold! The rewards we reap!” He slams down the banner against the surface of the summit, and it hold rightfully so. His company found his words inspiring but vague, it never mentions of anything in specific, thus they ponder to themselves that his words are as much a teaching as it is to drive them forward.
The Xovva’s words were not met in cheers, nor clapping. The weather is starting to turn against them now, and they have to proceed downward as planned.
As they proceed downward, The Xovva leading from the back. The Xovva was approached by one of the women in the company, her approach was enthusiastic, frantic, and jovial. The people of the company labeled her as a Fanatic. The Xovva, still estranged to the reputation his title, and leadership it bring to him, decided to entertain the Fanatic.
“Such a nice view isn’t?” She asks, “Oh... I’m Giselle by the way... Lord Xovva, Sir... I should have introduced myself, first.” Her tone was stuttering, somehow enamored by the aura presented by The Xovva, despite the fact that Giselle is five years older than The Xovva.
The Xovva smiled, and briefly looked upward, seeing that Giselle is much taller than him. “You are pardoned.” He says with authority, unsure what to do next as he is unskilled with dealing with Fanatics, it’s a good thing his mask hides his confused, and unsure expression, “It is certainly a nice view, Giselle.” He says with genuine gladness. He certainly can’t deny that the view of the mountainside is nice, he likes it as much as Giselle would.
Giselle merely reciprocated the look given to him by The Xovva, she flustered visibly underneath the coat she wears, her pale skin contrasted by the red glow of her cheeks. She would continue to rumble, and mumble on towards The Xovva, most of which the man would simply nod, or just listen in. He was unsure what to make of her words, and then beset heavily by the worry he has for the expansion he has planned before hand.
From Rowan Accelgant’s race downwards, to Denver Eisenhorn’s march eastwards. It could be just the air, and the mask, but his plans, and his people, just like his mind, is stretched in all directions. He has never led this many people before, and people look up to him.
“I’m sorry, Giselle.” The Xovva says kindly but abrutly. “My mind, as it seems, appears to be at a stretch. Perhaps, when all of this is all settled and done.”
Giselle poises in attention, alert, aware, and enthusiastic. “Why... Of course...” She replies.
“What is your station?” The Xovva asks.
“I am one of the Apothecaries in your company, dear Xovva.” She answers snappily. “I tend to the injuries of our soldiers.”
The Xovva nods, “I think you should return to your post in the meantime. Our journey is certain not clear of dangers.” He responds with a kind tone.
Giselle nods with a smile, and returns to the main bulk of the group. As she left, The Xovva was slowly approached by another female, the mistress of his personal guard, and one of his supposed wives, Delilah. “Are you sure that you want this woman among your harem?” She asks, “You’d only have four more to choose from.” She remarks.
The Xovva shakes his head, in further confusion, “I am even unsure why a theocracy heralded by women convene to the idea that a man should lead them, and be fine with giving him a harem.” He says with humor, and seriousness, “But if you’re saying that I transcended as The Xovva to just have such, then, Delilah, you’d have a very shallow leader.”
The Rendezvous
Between rests, and scouting. The Xovva reached his second area where he intended to be. The area was far more open, and the meadow offered a comforting view, with some sights of wild stags eating the grass. Just further down, where they made camp before setting out to meet with Orias, was a strong flowing river, the water was fresh, and tasted slightly like salt, but not like the seas. The trees were sparse but the surrounding area was abundant of it. The Xovva lifted his mask, breathing in the fresh air as he stood from a high ground giving him an excellent view of their area.
Delilah approached The Xovva casually as she saw him take a seat over the edge of the hill, “Feels nice for a breath of fresh air, Dear Xovva?”. She muses passionately, reaching out a comforting hand on The Xovva’s shoulders.
The Xovva felt the tension of his shoulders ease as Delilah’s bare hand came to contact. He took a deep breath, and said, “Yes, Shield-Maiden.”
Delilah, much like The Xovva, have only received her position relatively recent. The Tenet of The Fire assigned Delilah to The Xovva as head of his personal protection, though no formal title nor mask has been given to her, yet, thus The Xovva takes liberty as to how he refers to Delilah, as a passing humor.
Delilah chuckles, “That’s a good one, but not apt enough, personally.” She reacts to The Xovva’s musing, “We intend to move as planned, and the company is ready to march again. Should we...” Her voice trails off, her eyes catch three individuals in the distance approaching their encampment. “Dear Xovva, visitors.” She quickly quips over to her leader, tapping his shoulder gently. The Xovva stood up from, and looked onward as him, and Delilah took off to meet the strangers with a small contingent from his company.
It wasn’t long before The Xovva had met the visitors.
“Dear Xovva, thank the stars I found you!” Orias exclaimed, his breathing was off, and one of his companions are slinging off his shoulder, heavily injured. “Wildsmen... To the south... To where we are headed.” He continued.
The Xovva gestured for his contingent to carry the injured man back to their camp, as the four of them followed behind.
The walk back to the camp was slow, Orias, and his companion are both exhausted running away from wildsmen interlopers. The four exchanged looks as the four led from behind, seeing that the injured man, and the men carrying were ahead of them.
“They’re savages... All of them.” Orias talked slowly, as the four reached camp. “It’s good thing that I’ve sent word to proceed if we don’t return. They’d be ahead of us by now, though I do doubt the composition of my company.”
“Then we should march now, my Xovva.” Delilah remarks snappily, “We can still reach their encampment, and catch them from both sides.”
The Xovva need not to assess the situation. It’s already dire.
“Break camp, and prepare to march!” He exclaimed. Delilah nodded, and so did Orias.
“But what about Lloyd, milord.” Orias’s companion spoke out of turn, concerned for his injured compatriot.
“I will leave you, and Giselle to tend to his wounds. I will leave five me from my company to escort the three of you back to Xovvaran once your friend is stable.” The Xovva spoke with wisdom, and command.
The companion nodded, “Thank you, my Xovva.” then he left their presence.
“Delilah, account to our forces, and arrange them.” The Xovva commanded with a leading tone. Delilah bowed her head, and then left off. “Orias, come with me.” He continued, extending the same tone, as he went to his tent. Orias followed. The Xovva exits his tent with a map on his hand, and a board on the other. He sets the board on the ground, and unfurled the map on its surface.
“Orias, tell me your plan.” The Xovva commanded from the old man, as he squatted aside.
“The wildsmen are here, milord.” Orias points with a finger on the map. “Just on the other side of the river stream where we would be coming from. I’ve told my company to march if we haven’t returned in time. In which case, they’ll march along the sides of the river, the sounds covering the sounds of their footstep. The wildsmen live in a clearing so routing them will be easy.” Orias heaved a deep breath at the end of his exposition.
“Not every member in our companies are soliders, Orias.” The Xovva remarked.
“As I looked onward on the camp, there are roughly thirty or so of their folk, living in huts, with a bit of palisade here, and there, all of them are hunters. Like the archers that assailed poor Lloyd. We can handle them.”
“Is that confidence, or arrogance, Orias?” The Xovva mused.
“It is faith, my Xovva.” Orias replied, “I’ve been in many fights, and served under many flags. Putting yourself at the most dangerous situation often leads to a better survival.” Orias remarked.
The Xovva nodded, heeding the wisdom of the old mercenary.
“Is there anything else, my Xovva?” Orias asked.
“Take the women, and the young. Subdue those who resist. Kill those who run, and fight back.” The Xovva replied aptly.
Orias nodded.
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