Vermania (Enlightenment Fantasy Rp; IC)

[Granis]

King Grana had been in Lorilai for a week when the messenger reached him.

There had apparently been a training accident back in Chrana, resulting in General Orga getting quite a serious wound across the shoulder while sparring with General Myugin. Thankfully the man should survive his injuries, but he would be put out of action for a very long time. At least a year, the message said.

Sinking into his chair, Grana continued to read the letter, rubbing his temples in stress.

The letter continued to say that, according to rumours, the dwarven homelands were being embroiled in what could become a truly massive war, with two countries other than the ones fighting directly already getting involved. If this war spread yet further, it could prove disastrous for the entire continent of Kolen.

Grana sighed, as he reached for a piece for a piece of parchment, and began to write.

Dear his majesty King Rorrin Drunkenfist,

I am writing to inform you that, while I have heard of your conflict and truly wish to offer you my support, I must regretfully inform you that I have no way to transport my troops to your lands quickly enough to make a difference, as we have no navy of our own, and our people are too large to travel by the boats of most species.

However, I do wish to inform you that, should you be able to send them, we will gladly take in any refugees that you wish to keep out of the fighting.

In addition to this, should the worst happen and you must flee your lands, you, along with your armies and any other member of the dwarven race will be welcomed into The Kingdom of Atel with open arms, as many others of your race already have been.

King Grana del Leidan of Atel.

Sitting back, he sighed again, before calling for a messenger, an informing them to bring it safely to King Rorrin Drunkenfist at any cost.

Once the messenger had left, he began to write a letter to his son, in order to explain the letter he'd sent to the dwarves, so Dessai would not be confused if dwarves began showing up at the gates of Chrana.

However, before he could call for a messenger, one arrived, grinning broadly.

"Sire, King Hadræns retinue had been spotted by the sentries. We shall open the fate to let them in now."

Despite the previous letters he had received, Grana nodded, a small smile on his face.

At stressful times like these, it would be good to speak to an old friend.

[Yottabota]

Bamburgh harbor, Melkdon
The Governor marveled at the statues, looked back at the troops, nodded, and then the troops nodded back, as a blackman yelled, and from then a group of men who work at the docks came forward, picked up the statues and put them on a cart, and the Governor looked back at the Delegates. "Those are truly some of the finest statues to ever grace our Republic, I'll have them shipped to Autemnia to grace the halls of Statues in Autemnia. And from my personal expenses, a gift" he said as another man brought forward on a different cart, and men unloaded a large crate, and opened it, revealing large coats, finely detailed and of vibrant colors made of cotton. "When I heard you were you coming, I placed an order down South for Coats for you, such as these, I had to hire some Biologist as I didn't exactly know the size of your species, an~" the Governor was interrupted by Jeremiah who coughed, the Governor glared at him, and Jeremiah began to speak. "We all know that you didn't come hear to hear the endless rambling of a Governor, but to establish something, and the question is what." Jeremiah said as the Governor grumbled.

City of Kow

Lieutenant colonel Ali d'Amran stood on top of the gates, staring down at the monstrosities that are the Yuanti.

"Okay." He said under his breath. "Open the gates!"

After shouting the order, Ali walked down the stairs of the gates and greeted the first Yuanti he saw, who was obviously a female. Ali was terrified, but he maintained a straight face as he repeated his line

"Greetings Madame, I am Lieutenant colonel Ali d'Amran of the 32nd Company, and my men and I will be your escort to the capital for diplomatic talks. We hope that the journey will be pleasant for you, and that our talks will be fruitful. We will leave in thirty minutes, as my men are nearly ready to leave."

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Kelan stood over the covered body of Neman.

"They stepped on the fucking new guy..." Kelan said to Pæln.

"Well, that's not good."

Bramburgh Harbor

Illya narrowed her brow, Yuanti culture frowns upon disrespects of any kind. She sighed softly and crossed her arms;

"By the command of Her Holiness Gwendolin, I come on behalf of all Yaunti kind under the Yuanti Sovereignty, to establish diplomatic, trade and potentially a military alliance with these United States. The Yuanti motherlands. are a mineral rich place, however for our needs we require material to assist in the expansion of our motherland's borders. I have been allowed by her Holiness and the General Assembly to do whatever is necessary to secure these deals with your country." She took out a scroll and unveiled it, it had a symbol on the corner of the papyrus parchment, the Holy Mandate. On the parchment were the words of her Holiness as well as the General Assembly confirming her words to a T.

City of Køw

Aurora looked down at the man, he was shaking slightly but his composure seemed fine. She stood up, her legs digging into the ground as they lifted her tremendous weight upward. The man began to shrink in comparison as she looked down towards the man.

"An honor to meet you Lieutenant Cornwall... Wait..." She thought about what she said to hear the sound of Pyous chuckling behind her.

"It's colonel, Lieutenant Colonel you dunce." He sighed and walked over to the LC, shooing off Aurora. "Thank you for accepting us, I know our females tend to be quite... I-Intimidating but rest assured they wouldn't hurt a fl-"

"Uh..." Aurora coughed as she gestured to the covered body. Pyous' hand met with his face as he sighed.

"This is why people are afraid of us..." Just as she said that, the ground shook a little as her Holiness slowly stood up, her massive body towering over the treeline and over a few buildings; infact her eyes were level with the top of the gate. As opposed to her subordinates, her presence was both soothing and all the more terrifying.

"We are ready to move onward when your men are ready." Her voice wasn't loud but everyone heard it within their heads; As a high priestess her magical output was astronomical, however not many outsiders would know of that, so the sudden introduction to her ability to speak into the minds of everyone around her was a bit... Unique.

[The Mighty Datlofian Empire]

Gonkalduhr
Having heard news of the raid on one of the construction site confirmed Rorrins fears that Camelone was in fact hostile. He now felt that his actions were justified on what he was going to do however. He has ordered the construction of tunnels under their camp, which when complete will be used to quickly start a fire and then collapse the tunnels. However having heard news of the Osphenar Republics aid in the coming war reassured him that victory was surely theirs. In addition he ordered for crops near the border to be harvested and brought into our underground cities, safe from immediate pillaging, and for major farms to be garrisoned. He also immediately accepted the Osphenar republics trade offer, and received the messenger from the Kingdom of Atel, while he was saddened by their choice, he could not blame them for wanting no part in a war that was not theirs. He was most pleased by the discovery of a new metal in the mines, stronger than steel, and extremely light. However he could not use said metal for much due to its extreme rarity, however he commissioned for a suit of it to be made for him, with an accompanying axe. Seeing that the enemy had vast amounts of Cavalry, he ordered some of the border gaurds to be outfitted with pikes to dissuade cavalry charges.

[Nieblham]

Captain Zidane walked a bit around the port as he stretched his legs, he wasn't a fan of sea travel. The Niflheim forces had landed Ostgentem port city in Southern Camelone. There the Magitek infantry was busy unloading supplies, artillery, ammo, guns, the entire works to their camps, one North of the city, the other to the East. Captain Squall was busy speaking with Camelone military leaders and gathering even more supplies to feed such a large force. Captain Zidane had also issued, as is standard for the Magitek, an order forbidding any consumption of alcohol. Drinking before a battle was a sign of cockiness and a bad omen. The people of Niflheim weren't big drinkers anyways. But the soldiers will have their drink after they win a battle.

[Grand Adruvain]

Fort Independence, Jebugsipi Territory
The sounds of screams and gunfire could be heard all the way from across the Jebugsipi. Women and children barricade the doors of their homes, as 500 men took up arms along side the 250 Soldier Garrison and the General Johnson, all moving into position defend Fort Independence from the Savages. As the Lupinkin ran towards the Fort's only side not surrounded by the Jebugsipi, Soldiers with two twelve pounders loaded Grape Shot into the Cannons, all the while Soldiers and Militia formed ranks, and some Furtrappers made Pickets in the woods. Soon a charge of two hundred Lupinkin Warriors charged the Fort, as Grapeshot tore through the warriors General Johnson ordered his men to hold fire besides the Pickets all ready firing upon the Lupinkin. Soon the remaining 95 Lupinkin had nearly reached the Fort, and General Johnson yelled "First Rank, FIRE!" as musket fire from soldiers and militia fell 29 Lupinkin, then General Johnson yelled "Second rank, FIRE!" as 27 more Lupinkin fell. 39 Lupinkin remained, and charged the Aurineian lines with Warclubs, as the Aurineian soldiers engaged with Bayonets and both Militia and soldiers with Rifle Butts, 4 Soldiers and Militiamen were killed and 20 wounded, but the Lupinkin were destroyed, but there was no time for Celebrating as another charge began, which again was repelled the same way, 2 more times killing some 600 Lupinkin, and the Aurinrian Militia and soldiers getting all more Accurate, but it all changed with the final round, where the Artillery Crews ran out of Grapeshot, forcing then to switch to solid, only taking out only 16 Lupinkin, meaning by the time they were at the Fort they were still enough to attack the remaining 600 able bodied defenders. The Lupinkin warriors smashed against the Aurinrian defenders, Soldiers began using their Bayonets, officers, and Militia just had Muskeg butts, and other miscellaneous melee weapons. The Militia were the first to break, retreating back to the interior of the fort as the Soldiers continued to fight the Warriors. During the height of the battle General Johnson was thrown from his horse after a Warrior stabbed it, and went in for the final blow to Johnson, but had its brains blown out unexpectedly by Johnson after pulling out one of his two standard issue Flintlock Pistols, and got back up and began fighting like hell. Soon the train Aurineian soldiers began pushing the Lupinkin back, 97 remained, and General Johnson encountered the Lupinkin Chieftain leading the charge, looking up from butchering a soldier. He saw Johnson, and picked up his blood soaked hatchet, and began running towards Johnson, but the world slowed before him, as the General slowly raised his arm, and fired his other pistol, right into the chest of the Chieftain, knocking him to the ground, the general ran over to the Chieftain, and drove his blade through the Chieftain's chest. The battle came to a close as the Lupinkin ran to the surrounding forest from which they came, after many of the remaining saw their chief slaughtered. The soldiers of the garrison screamed happily "Maddog Johnson!" as he cut off the head of the Lupinkin Chieftain and held it up.
Bamburgh, Melkdon
The Governor looked at the Frontiersman-Adventurer and looked back at the diplomats. "I am terribly sorry, Jermiah is my sisters Fiancé, and has been nominated by Autumn Wilson as Governor of the Jebugsipi Territory, and my Sister pleaded for me to help train him for such a posistion.". He said nervously. "But, on behalf of our Republic, we can discuss the terms of trade. However, the idea of a Military Alliance is strictly out of the picture. President Patterson wishes for us to remain neutral in all cases of conflict especially out of the old world." Governor Innocent said sternly, from his usually cheery voice.
Thompson Manor, Arbington
In a smoky parlor, five gentlemen sitting down, plus two Lupinkin holding silver platters were there. One, the manor owner, William Thompson was smoking a pipe, began to speak. "Gentlemen, it has come to my attention since the abolition of Human Enslavement, we have lost a quarter of our Workforce for our Plantations. So, I propose we find, a new solution to our decreased Workforce." he said, as one of the Lupinkin poured him a cup of tea which he then took. Another man, Joseph T. Hopkins, an older looking fellow, plump, but stern faced man began to speak. "Well, I've heard that back in the old world, in the United Kingdoms of Estiele and Lannduane, they're called the Tarcani, or Kani or something. I bet if I book a space on the next ship out of Kingston, I could negotiate on the behalf of the South a few thousand of them, and we'll be able to breed them over time." Hopkins said. The men of the room looked at each other, and stomped their feet, or canes to show their support of Hopkins. Hopkins looked around, and nodded at one of the Lupinkin, his own slave, who got him his hat, and cane, and both proceeded to leave.

[Axle]

Inside Bryalshire Castle

Terphe strode down the long winding halls of the castle, once a mighty and well defended outpost on the border, Bryalshire Castle was now maintained to instill fear in potential rebellions, most likely from the oppressed minority species, and as a reminder of the brutal past of the Dragonborn. Generations ago, after the great exodus from the mainland, the Dragonborn had been united against the other species, but they quickly fell to petty squabbles over leadership, and then full blown wars and multiple states. Now that they were unified under Queen Drukris, the castles across the realm were mere symbols of the Queen's might. Passing the old suits of armour, showing a progression through the ages until rifles had become common place and the armour transitioned to lighter garments with firearms. On the other side, the cavalry were displayed with both horse and rider's armour side by side up to the modern day. Finally, cannons lined the corridor in pairs facing each other, though they were disarmed Terphe couldn't help but shudder thinking about what would happen if they were fired. Surely she would die, there would be no way out. Even if her shining scales were in red rather than green, no Dragonborn could react fast enough to melt the cannonballs which would hurtle towards them. No mortal could. As the highest general in the army, Terphe had seen the desolation wrought by the weapons of war on display, and knew full well that the Queen had seen it too. Quickening her pace, Terphe's red cloak billowed behind her and her sword rattled at her side. It was a simple report, victory, before the Queen was sure to call a feast and for eyes to turn outwards. The last independent queen was vanquished, her head in the box Terphe carried. Away from the cannon, she could relax more, even if she was approaching the fiery Drukris.

Approaching the 7 foot double doors, enormous to her, Terphe didn't even pretend to acknowledge the 2 guards and pushed both open as she strode in. Her dramatic entrance caught the attention of the few in the room: Queen Drukris on her throne, Phreshi the scarlet chief of the navy and Engexesh the current Prime Minister, and the one who had orchestrated Drukris' final orders in the push for unification. Terphe kneeled before the Queen respectfully, despite 2 of her rivals being there. Phreshi had cost her army much money by refusing to help in taking the enemy's final fort and Engexesh had cost her many good fighting women by convincing the Queen to order offensives too soon for his own glory, she knew he would lose the next election now that he had cost the voters their children. The Queen waited a moment before speaking, "Rise Terphe, and speak to me as an equal. You have brought the news we are waiting for I trust? Engexesh has been most adamant that you would be here soon."

Terphe stood, looking the Queen in the eyes, "Yes my Queen, your last enemies to the east of the island have been vanquished. Under your wise rule, we are united once more."

"Good, good, I knew this was an excellent idea. Truly, you are the greatest military leader on this world. So, I believe a feast is in order."

Stepping out from her shadowed spot behind the throne, Engexesh interrupted, "Your majesty, would it not be prudent to also reward your other leaders. Did we not aid? The navy was present for many sieges in the campaigns, and parliament has had to spend much tax revenue and time maintaining the necessary troops."

Drukris was slightly taken aback, before smiling lightly while Phreshi nodded in agreement, "Indeed. Well, you have advised me well over the past years, the feast shall include the navy and members of parliament."

Terphe was shocked, how had this happened in the short time she had been away Engexesh and Phreshi were practically running the country. "I will take my leave, I'll give you a full report of the campaign later." The general walked off quickly, her cloak flowing behind her as she exited and the 3 left went back to their conversation, or manipulation.

[Yottabota]

Bamburgh, Melkdon

The General wasn't pleased by the neutrality of the President, her eyes were beady and those old world rumors of the Yuanti being particularly hostile felt like they weren't rumors. She crossed her arms as her 5th Rate Support placed their massive rifle on the ground, Korona gave her commander a glance, and Illya placed used her hind legs to make several subtle clicks. Korona nodded and picked up her rifle and placed it over her shoulder, her attitude went from passive to alert, her eyes scanning around.

"While I am disappointed by your refusal for a mutually beneficial alliance, I will not deny your concerns. This place you call "the Old World" is a place of turmoil, infact it would appear that even now our nation is at the brink of war. While we won't ask your nation to assist us in these efforts, the items of trade you would be able to provide to us would be seen as a great act towards the High Priestess." She carefully constructed her words, "I also must apologize that her Holiness was not able to come here herself, we have yet to construct as ship to accommodate to her size." Illya placed the scroll she had back into the hands of the cardinal. "Now, shall we discuss the manner of trade? Perhaps somewhere not as public as the dockyard."

Sisterhood Monastery, Kalgro Province

Ri Lay sat in the incense heavy room of the outer-sanctum within the temple; her mind void of all distractions, of all shortcomings and of what is to come in her life. She was entranced in meditation, when she heard and felt a sharp cry rupture her to her very core. Her hand clenched her chest as she was taken out of her meditative state and quickly stood up. When she opened her eyes she saw a mass of sisters forming around the entrance of the inner sanctum, as five priestesses slowly came out of the inner sanctum, the crow formed around them.

"The Oracle of the Moon... She has died!" One of the sisters cried out and the mass of Yuanti and Arachne priestess all bowed down and mourned the loss of their most holy oracles. The Oracle of the Moon had been the oracle since the very founding of the House, she was larger and older than the High Priestess and had fought in the Tyrid Rebellion, so her death was seen not only as a religious blow but also a blow to the very history of the Holy Empire. Ri Lay held her heart and she felt the gentle sobs of Jill beside her.

"With the death of the Oracle of the Moon, it is only a matter of time until the Sun falls as well..." Ri looked down at Jill and reached down to pet the top of her head. The small arachne was no older than 13, so she saw the sign of affection greatly and was able to calm her slightly.

"I'm sure another Oracle will show herself, it will only be a matter of time..." She looked at Jill who had frozen in place, in fact the entire scene had frozen in place. No sound echoed, she could see the smoke from the incense wells frozen in time. What the... What happened...

Ri Lay Ki'Kow... A tremendous voice echoed within the outer sanctum, and as Ri blinked she was suddenly in the inner sanctum, infront of the massive 10 meter corpse of the Orcale of the Moon, her face pale white and her body wrapped in an even larger white and black robe, to symbolize the light and dark sides of the moon. Ri Lay looked up at the massive woman, her face still and dormant, wrinkles running down her cheeks and along the entirety of her tattooed arms; runes and enchantments from back during her war days.

O-Oracle of the Moon...

Yes... My name is Anzuoni Kal'Denilkra... The last member of the fallen city and the final sister of the House of Nui... My time, as our mother dictates, has come to an end... For my century upon this physical plane, I have been a servant to our gods, acting as the holy commune between our Lady of Acceptance and our Lady of Vengence... Nimue is not of one motherhood but of all motherhoods, and thus I give to thee the knowledge that I once held... An astrial arm reached out of Anzuoni's chest and touched Ri's forehead. Upon the touch, Ri's eyes glowed brightly as her brain was filled with near infinite knowledge, and along her face a large glowing rune covered her forehead and ran down her eyes, finally forming above her chin.

Anzuoni... On behalf of our gracious Mothers Nimue... I relieve of your sacred duty and take it as my own, may your soul find itself from the void and rejoin with it in the somber afterlife of her grace. With the finality of that sentence, her voice became layered and she could hear the relieved sigh from the corpse. Ri watched the a single light emanate from her chest and suddenly shoot out towards the sky from the skylight of the inner sanctum.

Thank you... Time resumes.

Ri Lay opened her eyes, standing infront of the crackling corpse of the former Oracle. The Oracle turned to dust before her eyes and it doors of the inner sanctum bursted open as her dust was flew out of the temple, and joined with the endless wind outside. The priestesses stood around entrance of the inner sanctum, silent yet gasping softly as they witnessed Ri Lay slowly walk out of the sanctum, holding the Oracles staff.

"Anzuoni Kal'Denilkra has fallen... But by the holy mandate of our Mother Nimue, I, Ri Lay Ki'Kow have been chosen by the Oracle of the Moon to become the new Oracle. The Oracle of the Moon and Eternal Dusk." The sisters all looked at her, as the head sister, a long legged Arachne, stepped forward and examined her.

"By her name... It is true... The new Oracle of the Moon has shown herself!" The sister bowed, and the sisters who had all gathered bowed as well. Ri Lay looked at all of them with a flustered face.

Oh man... Aurora is going to flip when she finds out...

[Osphen]

City of Køw

Aurora looked down at the man, he was shaking slightly but his composure seemed fine. She stood up, her legs digging into the ground as they lifted her tremendous weight upward. The man began to shrink in comparison as she looked down towards the man.

"An honor to meet you Lieutenant Cornwall... Wait..." She thought about what she said to hear the sound of Pyous chuckling behind her.

"It's colonel, Lieutenant Colonel you dunce." He sighed and walked over to the LC, shooing off Aurora. "Thank you for accepting us, I know our females tend to be quite... I-Intimidating but rest assured they wouldn't hurt a fl-"

"Uh..." Aurora coughed as she gestured to the covered body. Pyous' hand met with his face as he sighed.

"This is why people are afraid of us..." Just as she said that, the ground shook a little as her Holiness slowly stood up, her massive body towering over the treeline and over a few buildings; infact her eyes were level with the top of the gate. As opposed to her subordinates, her presence was both soothing and all the more terrifying.

"We are ready to move onward when your men are ready." Her voice wasn't loud but everyone heard it within their heads; As a high priestess her magical output was astronomical, however not many outsiders would know of that, so the sudden introduction to her ability to speak into the minds of everyone around her was a bit... Unique.

What the fuck? Ali thought as he heard the voice. He didn't see her Holiness speak, and the experience shook him. "Thank you for your time, I'll return to tending to my men." With that Ali spun around and marched off. Looking around, he could see his men were equally stunned by the queen's telepathy, who were loading the carriages slower than before with gaunt faces.

"Get the fuck back to work!" Ali shouted at his subordinates, and immediately the men snapped out of their trances and returned back to their regular pace. After about half an hour, his men reported to him from each carriage. They were ready to leave. Not wanting to talk to the Yuanti again, he sent his aide, Captain Cassio Chazak, to relay the message that they were ready to leave.

[Yottabota]

City of Køw, Border Town of The Yuanti Sovereignty and the Ræpublique d'Ausfonaïle

High Priestess Gwendolin nodded to the the captain, she looked down at the gate and stared at it for a bit. She was too large to fit through the gate of the entrance, and to this revelation she furrowed her brow. She tried to duck down but her horns not only clipped the top of the gate but started to break through it as well. She sighed and stepped away from the gate.

This annoys me... She was getting frustrated, and her guards were struggling not to laugh at not only their leader and boss but their holiest figure of their respective religions. Suddenly they both backed up a few feet as her large ivory horns started to glow a dark purple, and her hand out, towards the gate. Tacvo muus rubor, irtson aicsen aed tse sutanracni te. Ied te eartson sirtam oge... Egrus!

"T-Take cover!" Aurora yelled as she ducked down, just as a massive wave of magic surrounded the gate and ripped it from it's very foundations and hovered it 10 meters in the air, along with anything/anyone on or near the gate. Gwendolin stepped through the uprooted gate, ignoring the cries as she made it through the opposite side and glanced over her shoulder.

Oeder, and the world reforms. She muttered under her voice and the gate gracefully reformed, all things that were once displaced return to their original placements and the foundations of the gate were repaired in all entirety. It was as if nothing had happened.

"At this rate there's going to be a real incident..." Pyous muttered as he watched their leader trample off down the road.

"Sometimes I wonder who's protecting who..." Aurora muttered back, the two looked at eachother and nodded as they grabbed their weapons and advanced to walk infront of her.