Myareths Dawn (IC/Closed)

[United Districts of 1]

Mt.Asgramor, Hall of the uplifted
The long arching hallway was dimly lit by candle-light as the few remaining priests slunk off towards bed. The day had been a tiring one with the induction of the second blade council. The high priests of the sky had been tasked with swearing in the four new leaders of the seraph race and had been understandably fatigued by the long ritual. The four new Darcani or council members where the most suitable candidates and the selection came as little shock. The selection was a simple process, each of the four sects of the Elder faith chose a representative Darcani. The Myagra sect, the most pacifist of the four had chosen Sky-Run as their choice. She was a soft spoken yet powerful seraph and was the daughter of the Lord of PeakHold. The Casar-Maki the sect of the Black winged seraphs had nominated Wide-Shield as their Darcani, he was a legendary black wing known throughout all of Myareth for his slaying of the last Dragomori alive. The third sect was the Karidas-Mehrun a group of high-born seraphs who had nominated Just-Sword, he was a well known ruler of the Bogged Low-lands. The final of the Darcani was the selection of the Feras-crux sect, this was the most widespread group and held the most sway over the people. They had selected Great-Spear as their Darcani, he was little known north of the frontier ridge but his actions were pivotal in every seraphs life.

The assembled Darcani had already set up shop in the Hall of the uplifted. Great-spear was sitting around a long stretching table of stone with the three other Darcani spread at each side of the long stone slab. He took a sip of Sky-root brew and called for attention, he spoke to his three fellow rulers. "Scouts on the frontier have spotted the fire-light of men assembling in ever growing numbers south of the frontier ridge, we fear that they may soon encroach on the foot of the Ancestor Range. Already many have Elf folk and dwarfs have straggled into are Sky-root fields. They were dispatched soon enough but we must consider are options limited until definite truth has been obtained relating to the low-born" He sat back down and the three other Darcani nodded in agreement. The council was dismissed and the others drifted away, Great-Spear made his way to the great door of the hall where two bronze and copper laden guards stood vigil.

He stepped out of the building and onto the abruptly short ledge, peering over he looked at the stone roofs of the sloping hold below. The marketplace was starting to dwindle as merchants headed home along with the shoppers. Torch lights flickered out as the day grew to a close and only the burning beacons on the great curving wall remained lit. Great-Spear pumped his wings as he lifted off the ground and started downwards to his manor. He landed gracefully in the anti-chamber of his bedroom and made his way down the spiral staircase down towards the general quarters. He opened the glistering brass door and was answered by a young looking smith running up to him. The smith eagerly briefed him on the invention of a scale like armor that was lighter and stronger than the older tunic like suits. The head Alchemist also told him of the powers of mixing Gilder leaf with sky-root brew to create and powerful elixir of health.

Discoveries
+ Bronze scale armor
+ Basic Health brewing
+ Isolationism (+2 loyalty - 3 diplomacy)

[Man in A Box]

New CCC. Castle keep: Kiln of the Sun

A long hall that was barely lighted by the few lanterns that were hung from the roof every 10 yards away, some weren't even lit. A slim but well built figure walked through the halls tired and stressed. He wore a white cloak with a hood up that used the shadows to hide his face. He walked through the hall going past the many other hallways that branched off of this main hall that he wondered. The castle was huge and used as the center of command. There they decided political and governmental things as well as economic, Agricultural, and society matters. It was well built, constantly kept up to date in maintenance and guarded by the people who work there. The entire country is practically an army since everyone is naturally trained how to use a weapon but some better then others of course. They've had a heard time working on education and artisans, but they believed that as long as the sun shined bright in the sky they'd be fine. What about night time! Well they know that some where the sun is shining and will come back to them on another day. Since it was currently dark out most people were headed to sleep except for the night life type people. In fact this man who was walking these halls was headed outside to run some errands.

He stalked out of the front gate walking past some others that were dressed in the same attire that he was. They greeted him kindly and he back to them. He made his way down the steps and into the town that was built around the keep and considered the capital. He found the main forge where the government ran a business that had the workers constantly trying to create new types of armors and weapons. If they could create one that worked then they kept it and sold the project and if they made something that didn't work they sold the plans for it to any other nation or to entrepreneurs. The man went into the forge building and looked around then found some stairs. He made his way to a room that seemed like some kind of command room. There were men drawing and writing in there and one man over looked the others. That man looked and smiled at the visitor "Lite! happy to see you, what brings you here?" The man smiled at Lite. Lite bowed formally at the fellow Warrior of Sunlight "good to see you Gyro. I'm here to view the items you brought up at the meeting yesterday" Gyro nodded and hurriedly went through his desk and found some papers and gestured Lite over. Lite nodded absently and went around to him.

Gyro pointed out the most important items "our armor is heavy and keeps us from moving fast and freely so we came up with a alternative that we could give us more speed and movement that only sacrifices a small bit of protection. We can give it out to those who would wish to have them, I know you would like it" Gyro pointed at key points "Instead off going around in full plated armor we just sew pads into certain areas of our linen cloaks giving us more free movement" The pads would go into vital area that would need to be protected "the bad part is that we don't have protection to every part of the body" Gyro pointed out the problems. Lite smiled "tell the rest of the Warriors that I approve, I must leave" Gyro nodded and waved as Lite left.

Lite now went down to the edge of the town to a large stable. he entered it and covered his nose for he hated the smell of the place. He found another cloaked man that greeted him kindly "So how is this rider project going?" The man shook his head "They are still very resistance but were still studying them" He said looking to a large horse "Alright, I will notify the Warriors" Lite left again now he went a tower where he sought to speak with someone just for his love of her.

Discoveries?
+ Hidden bronze padded cloaks

[Subject X7]

Sovani Tribal Leader Bungalow
It is a grand day, the sun was high in clear blue sky, shining like a glorious diamond, and shedding its lovely warmth all over the islands of Sol. The Sovani about the islands were all busy, save the 153 children and infants. Whether it be fishing for dinner for their family, making and dyeing cloth to make beautiful clothing to sell for food, or tending to the many fields of crops, most all of the Sovani are hard at work. Zeke takes note that there are soon to be 155 children, as a couple on the northern side of the main island is with children, two of them from what he felt with his mind. He focused on the fishermen in the water around the northern islands, and thinks to them, "Move about a quarter mile to the east, there's a large school of tuna just off the coast of your islands, plenty to feed you all for a few weeks at least."

After receiving their thoughts of thanks, Zeke-il smiled to himself, and checked on the family on the southern part of his island, who had been going through a few hardships, including the loss of their best field of sugarcane, and were bordering on starvation. He orders a few of his thralls to take plenty of food to them, and thinks to the family, "Do not worry, you will be aided within the day." He cuts off the flow of information about his islands, and opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling of his bungalow. He sits up, rubbing his eyes and popping his back simultaneously, then stretches his arms out in long yawn. Things went well today, all things considered. His people had come up with a new, faster type of boat that could hold much more fish, as well as Sovani. He quickly opens up his mental link, and tells the boat-makers to create more of this boat, and gives them the designs.

Zeke steps out of his hammock, and looks out to the sunset, before walking over to his art easel, and adding a few details to the painting for today. He looks at his home village of Setar in the valley below, and smiles to himself. So much had changed, yet so little. He had witnessed the birth of their cloth-making abilities, as well as the creation of their boats. Although these were the two only major changes, they had been greatly improved upon since his time as a child. He stops painting, and walks into the bungalow to find some apples.

On his way down to the village, an old Sovani stopped him and thought, "Greetings Zeke-il Tribal Leader, my fishing partners and I have found something you may enjoy... A strange tool! It washed up on the shore not long ago, and we have been trying to find uses for it ever since. The only thing we have been able to determine about the thing is that if you throw it, it comes back!" He thinks, demonstrating by throwing it downhill. The disc slows down halfway down, stops, then reverses direction. The old Sovani holds his hand in place, and the tool slashes back into it, cutting off his hand. After a few seconds (10), his hand grows back, and he picks up the disk, and hands it to Zeke.

Zeke turns the thing over and over, studying the runes and carvings in the wooden center and on the blade. He finally places either hand on each side of the disc and pulls. The disc comes cleanly apart, into two symmetrical halves. Zeke throws one of the halves down the hill, raises his outstretched hand above his head, and is amazed to see that it comes back, the handle slamming back into his hand. He thinks to the old Sovani, "Good work. I'm going to keep this, and tell the craftsmen to make more of these. I'll also command them to make you a new boat, seeing as you have been in need of one for some time." He continues down to the village, where he meets with a few of his good friends to have fun for the night.


Discoveries
+ New more powerful boats
+ New weapon

[Numer]

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris


As a violet evening and its serenity arrived in the beautiful and lush Suppir river delta, the Ensi of Sepris called his advisors to a feast. While such a celebration normally would have been awaited with delight, the Ensi's officials grew nervous and dreaded the meal throughout the day. They had all seen the alchemist arrive that morning to the palace with the large vial of poison and head straight to the Ensi's personal quarters. Ensi Resgaal was a cunning, ruthless man. He had climbed his way to the position through every sort of political maneuver and tactic, assassinating rivals and bankrupting others in the city-state through his business prowess. His charisma had also won over the people, and as a result was untouchable. He also was very suspicious of others, and all in his court was suspect of spying for another city-state.

Typical in Numer, his suspicion of betrayal was correct. Nearly everyone claiming to be in his service was spying for another city-state. They each feared that their food would be poisoned, and the tension was visible on each face as they filed into the dining hall and sat down. "Bring in the food" the Ensi commanded, dressed in silk robes and a Numerian tiger pelt over his shoulders.

A plentiful feast was brought in, all manners of food, drink, and luxury was provided. Steak, quail, lamb, chicken, fish, and rabbit, all marinated in the finest spices and sauces were served, along with freshly harvested fruits and vegetables cooked to perfection in every matter possible. The finest wine and honey beer was served in great quantities.

But no one was able to enjoy the delights of the Sepris harvest, each man and woman pretending to eat, merely putting forks to mouths and glasses to lips, feigning laughter and enjoyment while visibly sweating as the the feast grew to a close. Who had been poisoned? Was I suspect? Each man and woman contemplated if he or she was caught. The Ensi did not utter a word once during the whole feast.

Then he spoke, and silence rang out except for his calm words. "I suppose you are all wondering about the alchemist who arrived with poison this morning," He voice grew colder still, "and I will oblige you the knowledge of who I have poisoned. You see, I do not know who exactly is the traitor, so I poisoned you all. The food was not poisoned, as I knew that the traitors amongst me would be fearful and feign eating and drinking, while those loyal would not be distraught. But even the most skilled actor cannot feign drinking without putting his glass to his lips to fake taking a sip. I poisoned the plates and glasses, the forks and knifes, the spoons and other cutlery. So if you tried to save yourself through clever manners, all you have done was miss a good feast. The poison is supposed to create quite an interesting effect on the victim. I hope to see if all the alchemist promised is true. Now I have the only antidote right here," He lifted a small, white vial, "and you may save yourself and drink if you admit your betrayal. Simply come forth and explain what you have done."

The faces of the guests expressed a horror matched by no other. Each did not know whether to reveal themselves or not. They all glanced back and forth at each other and the Ensi, and he locked eyes with them all. Finally, when it appeared that all were on the breaking point, the trade official, Lugal Darut sprang up and sprinted to the Ensi, snatching the vial and gulping the liquid down.

"Ah, Darut, I must say I am surprised. I've known you since childhood. Who's service are you in?" Ensi Resgaal said, his youthful face expressing a grin.
"You really didn't know? I spy for the city-state of Urvarys." Darut said, panting and looking up at the Ensi, "Now what?"
Resgaal smiled again and spoke so low it was nearly a whisper, "You have fallen for my trick. You just drank the poison."

No man had ever died in a more vicious matter, the poison's effect breaking down Darut's nervous system and causing horrible convulsions. He was dead after five minutes. The rest of the diners looked on in terror and a long silence followed. Finally they were dismissed with a warning by the Ensi.

"Let this be a lesson to any who crosses me." Resgaal was then truly recognised for his cleverness and cunning by even his enemies.

[Man in A Box]

Road to the South

A Man walked the road silently. It was a nice day out but he kept his hood up to cover his face in shadow. The man pulled along a large horse that was carrying a few bags. The horse trotted slowly behind the slim well well build man. He walked across the front of a tower that guarded the front of a town. There the man stopped the horse and waited. He looked up to the tower and examined it. His face showed and expression of irritation as he stared at the tower "Your keeping me waiting!" he finally called out. Then there was a large amount of ruffling in the tower then the large front doors burst open and a small carriage carrying some supplies came out being lead by one horse as well as several horses being ridden by cloaked figures. They took there spot in front of the one man and his horse and started moving. The man sighed then a noble looking girl wearing the same cloak as the others but having a nicer design riding a fine white horse went over to the one man. "Seems you've been having luck with the horses more then I" He assumed smiled up to her "It's probably because we don't shake them up in little cells" The girl said down to him. He nodded "Have one for me?" He asked. "no Lite" she responded with a sigh "hurry up" she said as he kicked her horse and it galloped over to the rest of the group. Lite laughed and pulled his horse along after them.

Serpis City

The caravan road to the south headed to a neighboring country that they learned about from travelers form the nation. They already learned there language thanks to the travelers and are headed there to become an allied nation. They rode for several days and nights and finally made there way to the first main city. They kept an eye out for there supplies and each other just in case the native people weren't friendly. They spent only a little time there then started to travel to the larger of the city-states. They were wary of thieves or bandits and finally found Serpis City. The place was beautiful.

Lite took the lead he had the majority of his men stay here. It seemed stupid that only a few people were headed forward to negotiate for there entire nation. Lite, The noble girl, and two other cloaked figures made their way to the gate. They went past the guards, Lite asked for directions to the palace/Lord's domain then he lead his people towards the palace and soon enough they were at the gates of it. Of course they wouldn't just barge in so they decided to find some way to get in peacefully. First they tried the easiest route. The Noble girl asked if she could have some words with the Lord of this city-state. Second, Lite looked around the palace looking for a secret way in or a window he could get in through. Third, they would leave to the next city.

[Numer]

City-State of Apesh

The next morning, in the city-state of Apesh, foreigners were spotted. They came riding horses from the north, and appeared wealthy. Much to the Ensi Ranezzar of Apesh's dismay, they left without contacting him, and he worried that a rival city-state would instead gain the benefits of an alliance with what seemed to be wealthy traders. Apesh had much to offer, being in the fertile delta of the Reegarsh river, the other of the two life-giving rivers that the Numerians hold so dear. He quickly sent a messenger after them, hoping to gain their favor over Sepris.

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

Meanwhile in the Palace of Sepris, the foreign dignitaries were led into the Ensi's personal quarters by a beautiful servant girl dressed in fine crimson linen. The ornate drawing room they were let into was decorated with the finest carpets and silk furniture. Plants grew in artisan china pots all over the large room. They were asked to sit down on one of the four long silk furniture pieces, which resembled couches without backrests. The most decorous was reserved for the Ensi himself, who quickly joined them. He lied down on his side on the couch, supporting his head with his elbow, and encouraged the foreigners to do the same, as was Numerian custom. Fresh fruits and honey beer were brought in for him and the guest to enjoy as they talked.

"I am Ensi Resgaal of Sepris, chief merchant, general, judge, and high priest of Semphis, the god of the rivers and agriculture. Welcome to the Numerian city-state of Sepris. I am particularly grateful you have chosen to come to my city over my enemies'. You see, there is no united power in Numer. Each city is governed by its own ensi,like myself. Wars between the cities are frequent and disasters have plagued my people for ages, but despite it all we have managed to thrive. I'm hoping you can change the political situation by helping me take over the other cities, and in return, you can fully enjoy the luxuries of Numer. First, however, you must know that I do not ask for military aid, though it would be appreciated. Because power in Numer is based on wealth, not birth, I simply need you to be my trading partner so I can stay in power. I ask for any sophisticated technology you have acquired, and I will make your country as rich as mine. Caravans of ivory, wine, honey, silk, fine pelts, grain, fruits, vegetables, cattle, horses, goats and sheep, chickens,and artisan crafted goods such as the fine pottery and statues you see around you can yours. Our harvests are so plentiful and our irrigation techniques so wise we can feed both ourselves and you. You can only benefit from this relationship. However, do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Betray me, and you will feel a force you have never seen before, more powerful that the floods of the Suppir and Reegarsh, more fiery than the eruption of Mt. Yresh, killing so many yet blessing and sanctifying the soil."

A few seconds passed, and he continued. "I do not wish to offend you, I am just merely stating. We Numerians tend to be fiercely independent. Please, tell me all about your country and its customs, and I will tell you about mine. For one thing you already know my language, so I trust your people are a scholarly one; are you a cultural one like mine?" He awaited their answer with pleasure, knowing he would be remembered for having the first encounter with what may one day be a strong trade partner and ally.

Discoveries
-The House of the Rising Sun

[Tuthina]

OOC: I tried a more convenient romanisation, please check if this or the old one is better.

City of Qeor Qeop

Among the vast burning desert of Dhatsmak, there are little life that roams the golden sea. Apart from occasion green and blue spots that scatter across the land, and the packs of camels trailing through the dunes, seemingly aimless, this is, as the legends say, a world of death and void. However, the people of Mak, or Mak Nin, managed to survive in such an environment they called homeland, deestroyed by the gods due to arrogance from their ancestors. It has been said that the sacrifice of a maiden with blue blood spared the remaining souls of such a world, and created numerous oases for her people to live upon. Once of her greatest sanctuary is located at the hill where she offered herself, and was torn apart by the gods to create her blessings. Today, it is still one of the largest and purest spring, and has sheltered many of her people.

For people from far corners of the world, this is nothing more than a small lake on top of a small sand dune, but it is considered the greatest blessing by her people, and to honour her, a shrine for her and all Mak people was built, and gradually become the capital of such a loose alliance, the Makmrang. Pools, markets and shrines are built around the spring, protecting it from the everlasting sandstorm, and shaped it into a circle pool laced with golden, silver, and red stones.

Just like the people shaped the spring, this divine spring also shaped the city around her. Named after her name and the royal dynasty she belonged to, the city of Qeor Qeop is built around it. Markets and places of foods are built sourrounding it for its pure and cool water even in the hottest day, providing not only the means of survival for the travelling merchants and nomads, but also an oppotunity to exchange goods of any kind with people across the land. Incense, jewel, silk, wool, even knowledge and information are gathered here, distributed, and sent back to their homeland.

As such an important place for both spirituality and everyday living, it is no doubt that the council of water priestesses is also set here to coordinate the various tribes in a slightly more unison way. Just like water priestesses are the leaders of a tribe, this council of envoys from most tribes is the leader of Makmrang. It is also an instituion of great knowledge and faith, collecting every piece of information, no matter how trival they might seem, and organised in the great library, where they are immortalised as inscriptions on bronze cauldrons and bones of deceased.

At the front gate of the great shrine, the high water priestess of this city of a thousand souls, and her chancellor are overseeing the thriving market. Although being the spiritual and worldly leader of the people, their clothing is surprisingly plain - white clothes made of wool and silk, decorated by strips of red cloths with stylised thin golden lines.

As per tradition, both of them are female, with the chancellor about 20 years older than the high priestess herself, whom is just around 25 years old at most. It is believed that the ability for a water priestess to find water and life diminishes with their age, losing most of them by the age of 40. As such, young ones are trained from birth - sometimes literally - by the previous priestess to pass down her knowledge and guidance. In this way, it can be assured that the old way can be passed through generations without degeneration - especially knowledges of the ceremony, where sophisticated and vigour dances are required to unveil secrets of the will of gods.

As they walk across the thriving marketplace towards the blessed spring, people around them are separated like water, and paid thir dues to the leader of their people. Even those who are not herded by them moved away with the rest of the crowd, as a return of their hospitality.

Without any obstacles, they reached the rim of the small lake. Even though sands are often blown in, covering most building and people with a fine layer of sand, the water in the lake remained pure as ever, with the blue colour mirroring the eyes of the people. With a special bowl, the head priestess scooped some of the water and slowly consumed it. Even at the height of a desert noon, it remains comfortingly cold. Satisfied, she layed her bowl to her servants.

"What a peaceful day." Klang Nhaq, the high priestess exclaimed. An accurate, if not obvious statement. Then she turns to her chancellor and teacher. "It is delightful to see more and more people from the outer world can visit and share the blessing. How is the envoy preparation?"

"The envoy is ready, Your Grace. They will be following the traders to the land of... Astghmenistan." Even though being side by side geographically, this two land cannot share less things in common. Contrast to this lifeless desert inhabited by human and a few other races, that foreign kingdom is a green world ruled by dragon-like races, along with some kind of ponies. It is an alien world. However, that means they must process knowledge unknown, even unobtainable by Mak people themselves. That is why such an envoy is important.

"Please summon them after they are ready to go. I would like to bless their way to the faraway world." The high priestess asked, for every trip through the desert, even with the guidance of water priestesses, is potentially lethal, or worse.

"Yes, Your Grace." Her teacher nodded, and returned to the great shrine along with her servants, leaving the high priestess at the holiest place of the country. She looks up towards the orange-tinted sky, the ever-presenting sandstorm still covers this hermit kingdom from the rest of the world. No one knows if this is a blessing or curse, but there is only one way to find out.

[Subject X7]

At about noon, Zeke catches word from a group of fishermen of a strange water creature , that had begged them to free it when it had been caught in their nets. They had freed it, but not before probing it's mind extensively. The creature was very intelligent, and was one of many underwater dwellers from what the lead fisherman's excited thoughts told him. Zeke drains the last of his drink, a fruity mixture of different berry and melon juices, and walks out, on his way to the boat making district of the island. He get's on all six hands and legs, and begins to dash as quickly as he can to the beach, which was a good mile away. Within a minute, he reaches the boat makers' village.

He stands up, and walks up to the lead boat maker, who was finishing the final details of the new boat that he had been ordered to make. In the background, 7 sovani are hard at work, each carving or piecing together a boat from strong wood, "Greetings Tribal Leader Zeke-il, we have finished 4 of the new boats you have told us to make. What brings you down to our humble abode?" The head boat maker thinks, brushing off his hands on his apron.

"I need two boats, one of the new ones, and a regular cart-boat," Zeke replies, thinking of the boats that they used to ship fruits and supplies to the other islands, "I will also need a few sailors to row the first boat." Zeke says authoritatively. He expands his mental voice to reach the fruit traders in the village, and thinks to them, "Bring 50 sugar fruit down to the Boat Making village, and hurry. We may have met a different tribe of people, not our people. You are not to tell anyone until I say so, am I understood?" He thinks, and after receiving their thoughts of confirmation, he closes the mental link. He places his upper right hand on the lead boat maker's shoulder, and says, "Your sons are strong, will you allow them to row the boats for me?" He thinks.

"It would be an honor to them and to I if you would allow them to. I'll call them right now, The boat maker says, and quickly sends out a mental shout to his three sons. Three workers put down their tools, and jog towards Zeke. The head boat maker tells his sons what they are going to do, and they all bob their heads eagerly. The lead boat maker points over to the boat he had been working on, and the trio quickly walk over to it, placing their hands on either side of the boat. They lift it off of the ground, and slowly carry it over to the water where they set it down with a loud *splash*. They then climb aboard, and grab paddles, putting them into slots. Zeke and the father go into the shack, and both lift a small boat into the water. The father wades out to the front of the boat, and pulls a rope out of the front of it. He attaches the rope to the back of the lead boat, giving it about 5 feet of slack.

By the time the boats are ready, a small cart filled with fist sized shining purple fruit arrives, pulled by a Sovani woman. She quickly loads them into the cart-boat, and walks over to Zeke, thinking, "Tribal leader, I have delivered the fruit as you ordered, are you in need of anything else, sir?" She says, quickly grasping Zeke's right forearms with her left arms, as was tradition with the Sovani women. "No," Zeke thinks to the woman, "You have done well. Go to the seamstress Ana'teh, and tell her that Zeke-il sent you to get the finest clothes she has."

Zeke watches the woman depart, and thinks to the three Sovani boys, "Get ready to glide the waves young ones. We are going out West about 30 miles, I will tell you when to stop." Zeke climbs onto the lead boat, and sits on the floor, meditating so that he could find where the water-tribe-people were when he was nearby.

About half an hour goes by when the boats finally come near the water-village. "Stop here." Zeke thinks to the trio, holding up his upper right hand. He mentally searches underwater, and finds many of what the fisherman had described. He gently prods at their consciousnesses, and thinks to them, "Greetings from the Sovani. One of my fishermen had caught one of your kind, and we would like to apologize. Please accept our sweetest fruit, they are the most delicious fruit we have." Zeke ends the thought by sending a feeling of peace and happiness to all of the water-tribe.

Discoveries
+ The Chordelaene Race

This is what the fruit look like.

[United Districts of 1]

The southern border
Great-spear stood on the peak of the frontier ridge overlooking the dense woods on the border of the Seraphs hold. Beyond his eyes was the domain of man and all its flaws. He was flanked on both sides by royal sentinels cloaked in flowing blue capes that weaved between their glorious white wings. Great-spear motioned for his guards to follow and he beat his wings until he was cleanly off the ground. He swept down the mountain face and towards the border with The House of the Rising Sun. He slid to a halt at the wood line that marked the edge of seraph land. He took a step over it and immediately felt uneasy in the confined forest. His guards followed close behind him as he strode through the forest. After hours of walking he found himself at the edge of a clearing that housed a stout village of a few houses. Humans toiled around small patches of vegetables and fruits. The short cobbled houses were less than impressive and most roofs were made of some type of grass. He walked into the village with his guards following close behind. His shimmering copper armor and helmet were a sight to behold as he walked regally into the village.

Mt.Asgramor
The sun had just slipped above the horizon as Dark-Foot extinguished the bedside candle and pulled over a linen tunic. His black winged feathers were ruffled by his sleep and he quickly flattened them out. He woke his still sleeping wife from her rest and told her that he was departing for work. He walked out his door and took flight headed for the market. When he arrived he made his way to his stall and unlocked the strong box beneath. The seraph pulled out gems and jewelry of the finest sort and started peddling his wears to the shop goers. The day drew to a close with a hefty sum of gold coins in his pocket as he glided back home. The city was as dull and peaceful as anyone could hope for. The lights grew dim as the shops closed and the seraphs made their way home for a restful night. All was good on the mountains peaks.

[Tuthina]

OOC: My writing sucks really hard.

Great Shrine, City of Qeor Qeop

Contrary to the blinding sunlight reflecting from the burning sands, the Great Shrine in Qeor Qeop is completely sealed by enchanted sandstone to maintain the calming darkness of night. Fidgeting red lights from oil lamps of gold and silver in tone litter provide the needed illumination for the priestesses, just like moonlight guiding the way of Mak people. At the middle of the Great Shrine, the statue of the blessed maiden who gave her life to everyone among the sands stands above a pool of azure water. In front of the statue several priestesses dance in their simple, yet elegant clothes. Beside them several musicians produce the accompanying sounds of string and wind, serving as a guide to keep the movement of all maiden in unison, while incense burning from the lamps provide thin grey lines and an unique sense that slightly mask the mysterious rituals.

As part of the ritual, the priestesses swifts to the pool one by one, kneeling down in front of the maiden and drink a mouthful of calm water. Incense enchanted by special magic further heighten their sense, and might provide a slight glance to the unknown future of the land. After every maiden have their share of the water, they continue their dancing for a while, gradually slowing down to a halt, as the high priestess and her servants enter the shrine. After waiting the dancing maidens to complete the ritual, she slowly move towards the front of the statue and scan the maidens.

"Peace upon you. How is the revelation?" Klang Nhaq nodded towards one of the priestesses, presumably the leader of them.

"The goddess has shown our way as peaceful and calm, Your Grace." The priestess replied.

"Then peaceful it shall be. May She guide your way." With help from her servant, the high priestess takes a sip from the bowl of enchanted water. Her slim fingers dips a bit of it, and then ceremoniously clean the eyes of the priestess.

"The merchants towards Astghmenistan will leave soon. Please prepare yourself for the long journey." Klang Nhaq return the remaining water to the pool, melting it with the previous generations who received the blessing from countless high priestesses.

[Man in A Box]

City-State of Apesh

The next morning, in the city-state of Apesh, foreigners were spotted. They came riding horses from the north, and appeared wealthy. Much to the Ensi Ranezzar of Apesh's dismay, they left without contacting him, and he worried that a rival city-state would instead gain the benefits of an alliance with what seemed to be wealthy traders. Apesh had much to offer, being in the fertile delta of the Reegarsh river, the other of the two life-giving rivers that the Numerians hold so dear. He quickly sent a messenger after them, hoping to gain their favor over Sepris.

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

Meanwhile in the Palace of Sepris, the foreign dignitaries were led into the Ensi's personal quarters by a beautiful servant girl dressed in fine crimson linen. The ornate drawing room they were let into was decorated with the finest carpets and silk furniture. Plants grew in artisan china pots all over the large room. They were asked to sit down on one of the four long silk furniture pieces, which resembled couches without backrests. The most decorous was reserved for the Ensi himself, who quickly joined them. He lied down on his side on the couch, supporting his head with his elbow, and encouraged the foreigners to do the same, as was Numerian custom. Fresh fruits and honey beer were brought in for him and the guest to enjoy as they talked.

"I am Ensi Resgaal of Sepris, chief merchant, general, judge, and high priest of Semphis, the god of the rivers and agriculture. Welcome to the Numerian city-state of Sepris. I am particularly grateful you have chosen to come to my city over my enemies'. You see, there is no united power in Numer. Each city is governed by its own ensi,like myself. Wars between the cities are frequent and disasters have plagued my people for ages, but despite it all we have managed to thrive. I'm hoping you can change the political situation by helping me take over the other cities, and in return, you can fully enjoy the luxuries of Numer. First, however, you must know that I do not ask for military aid, though it would be appreciated. Because power in Numer is based on wealth, not birth, I simply need you to be my trading partner so I can stay in power. I ask for any sophisticated technology you have acquired, and I will make your country as rich as mine. Caravans of ivory, wine, honey, silk, fine pelts, grain, fruits, vegetables, cattle, horses, goats and sheep, chickens,and artisan crafted goods such as the fine pottery and statues you see around you can yours. Our harvests are so plentiful and our irrigation techniques so wise we can feed both ourselves and you. You can only benefit from this relationship. However, do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Betray me, and you will feel a force you have never seen before, more powerful that the floods of the Suppir and Reegarsh, more fiery than the eruption of Mt. Yresh, killing so many yet blessing and sanctifying the soil."

A few seconds passed, and he continued. "I do not wish to offend you, I am just merely stating. We Numerians tend to be fiercely independent. Please, tell me all about your country and its customs, and I will tell you about mine. For one thing you already know my language, so I trust your people are a scholarly one; are you a cultural one like mine?" He awaited their answer with pleasure, knowing he would be remembered for having the first encounter with what may one day be a strong trade partner and ally.

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

Lite stayed outside of the palace devising his own plan in case of emergency while the three others were escorted in. As the three cloaked Hylion were being lead into the palace they adored the architecture and groominess of the palace. They were asked to sit so they did but when asked to lie down perhaps not. One of the men took the opportunity to relax on the couch while the other two sat up and took this as seriously as possible. The girl was first to introduce herself "My name is Payge Anders, these are my companions" The two introduced themselves after "Richter Von Shmelt" "Alf Davis" then Payge continued "We are from the country that lies not to far to the north of here and we've come here to discuss treaty and possible jointing our nations" Payge looked to the Alf who was laying down on his side and he looked back at her finding that she was irritated at his misbehavior. He quickly felt around his cloak and pulled a map out handing it to her. She flatted it out and showed the Ensi. It showed the area around the House of the Rising Sun especially the borders "We would love to make trades with your nation, there is something you might find troublesome about our trade though..."

Lite found a secluded area were he could see a window in the distance. The only people watching were some civilians noticing the odd outfit he wore. He Looked around for anyone that looked like a servant of the palace or a guard, he just guessed it was clear and quickly jumped onto a building then climbed up it. Then he ran across the roof and jumped right into the courtyard of the palace. Lite began to climb the wall, right foot, left hand... he climbed the wall with ease, using the cracks, plant growth, and indention in the wall to help him get to the window. He checked the inside out then climbed through he drew his sword in case he missed someone "seems clear" Lite rubbed the back of his head and chuckled "now to find the others" and he was off wondering the halls staying clear of anyone so they wouldn't become suspicious. Lite was known as the Shining Ray, able to move and go anywhere he pleased with slightest ease.

"We have a very heavy industry in Arms Manufacturing" Richter said "That and a very rich landscape, we have silks, exotic foods, machine designs, and we price ourselves in technology. We are developing Siege weaponry as well as naval ships, but we have some time until then but perhaps with your help we may succeed in these machines and give some to your nation to help you...conquer the other city states" Payge said as straight forward as she could. She wasn't honestly use to this though so she had a hard time speaking to him. "But heres the bad part for you!" Alf spoke up trying to gain his attention, his fluency in there language wasn't as well Payge but he could get the point across "We don't plan on just trading with you! since there are many city states here and that allows us to trade to all of you and make almost all the benefits! Although, we will trade with only you on one condition" Payge gave him another irritated look "We will strictly trade with you if you supply with as much military help as you can" Payge pointed to the Seraph's Hold "This nation here is a very egotistically high nation and my cause some trouble and if that were to happen our nation would be in trouble since they have a base that surpasses us and possible technology that would stumps ours" She handed the map over to the Ensi so he could have a look at it.

[Man in A Box]

The southern border
Great-spear stood on the peak of the frontier ridge overlooking the dense woods on the border of the Seraphs hold. Beyond his eyes was the domain of man and all its flaws. He was flanked on both sides by royal sentinels cloaked in flowing blue capes that weaved between their glorious white wings. Great-spear motioned for his guards to follow and he beat his wings until he was cleanly off the ground. He swept down the mountain face and towards the border with The House of the Rising Sun. He slid to a halt at the wood line that marked the edge of seraph land. He took a step over it and immediately felt uneasy in the confined forest. His guards followed close behind him as he strode through the forest. After hours of walking he found himself at the edge of a clearing that housed a stout village of a few houses. Humans toiled around small patches of vegetables and fruits. The short cobbled houses were less than impressive and most roofs were made of some type of grass. He walked into the village with his guards following close behind. His shimmering copper armor and helmet were a sight to behold as he walked regally into the village.

The village was at work as usual, tilling the land, harvesting, you know... the farmer thing. In the village children were playing and mothers were caring for their young while preparing dinner. The artisan shops sold in the small market and the town stirred. As people passed by the Seraphs the treated them just as they treated anyone else: with a kind smile and a happy wave. They went about there business as usual. Two men in white cloaks noticed the Seraphs wondering about and took heed to there armor. They began to follow them but discreetly, or at least as discreetly as they could. Among the building was on large stone building that a majority of the town affairs took place. With in the building was a low ranking Warrior of Sunlight, Simon Ruth, was working on some papers about trade and food. Since this little village was very far from the rest of the towns and cities things were harder for them, but occasionally they would get shipments of food and supplies. The building was bustling with white cloaks going about doing work and paying no mind to the Seraphs.

((horrible post on my part!!))

[Numer]

The Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

Ensi Resgaal noticed the woman ignore his trivial question and get straight to business. Although another would normally find this rude, Resgaal smiled and found that he liked the foreigners' to-the-point attitude. Showing him a map, the female diplomat, Payge Anders, pointed out both human races' potential threat from the Seraph's Hold.

She told him that the House would trade solely with Sepris if he offered military aid. Thinking for a moment, he responded. "Ah, but why are preparing for war so soon? Let me introduce you to Numerian cunning and court intrigue," he elaborated, "You say these winged men can destroy you in a full scale war...then don't conduct a full scale war. Our forces together are strong, but we do not know if they can still beat us both combined. Act friendly to them, and send a caravan to them like you have sent to me. Have your agents spy on them, get a feel of their culture and military, and collect as much information about defences as possible. Meanwhile, my shipbuilders are trying to produce what they call a caravel,a long ship with one mast, resembling the river boats on the Suppir that you have seen in the city, but much larger and sea-worthy. Help me create it, and I will send my own dignitaries with trade goods to other lands asking for trade partners. Once I have strong trade ties with as many nations as possible, all of them economically dependent on Numerian imports and exports, I will condemn the Seraphs and have the whole world against them, and that's when we'll strike!" He enthusiastically drew his dagger and stabbed it through the Seraph's Hold, and then continued. "This whole time you will be expanding you military to survive the conditions of their mountains and creating siege weapons, of course. They would be foolish not to surrender. If it all works out, you scratch my back and help me take the other city-states. How does that sound?"

As he spoke of his plan, he also had a more devious plot working. He could present the same deal to the Seraph's Hold if this did not work and roughly produce the same effects. He kept the separate plan at the back of his clever mind.

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Meanwhile, in the rich merchant district where the Palace and Ziggurat of Semphis stood alongside each other, Lugal Asperat, a prominent wine merchant, saw a foreigner sneak into a window of the palace. Horrified, he shouted,"Assassin!" and ran to the front guards of the Palace.

"A foreigner, an assassin! He has entered the Palace secretly!" At least 20 guards ran inside and informed all the servants to begin searching for a potential threat to the Ensi. Assassinations were common in Numer, assassins able to kill quickly and disappear, escaping on the wooden shingle rooftops of the typical mud-brick buildings in Numerian cities. A guard burst into the personal chamber of the Ensi and informed him of the intruder.

Angry at the interruption, the Ensi stood up and questioned the guard. "Where is he? Kill him and bring me the body." Then he realized who he was with. He looked to the envoys and inquired, "You wouldn't know anything about this would you?" despite knowing already what probably happened. He wondered what idiotic diplomat would go sneaking into a Palace instead of patiently waiting.

[United Districts of 1]

The village of Trepor
Great-spear looked at the muddy hamlet in deep thought, if this was the best humans could do he was skeptical they could mount any viable defense against a single legion. He turned to his guard and motioned for him to follow as they moved towards the main building where the white robed humans were performing governmental tasks as they toiled over papers and scrolls. He walked from into the small building and announced his presence. He spoke to a white robbed man hunched over a tablet. "I wish to see your leader, low-born" his voice was slightly slurred in the clunky human tongue and his helmet didn't make it any clearer. He awaited a reply.

The Northern valley
A long line of elvish slaves bound together by rope were being led down the steep slope towards a glowing mass of huts and kilns. The gravel streets were muddy with melted snow and rutted with hoof tracks. The streets were patrolled by glazed leather clad seraph guards who carried long teardrop shaped shields and spears. They watched over the eleven settlement and made sure that the local race of snow elves didn't get rowdy or rebellious. They were used as slave labor in the moonstone mines and sky-root farms. They would also be used as levied soldiers in case of major war. The conquering of the snow elves had been recent and pockets of resistance still remained isolated on the frozen northern tundra.

[Man in A Box]

Palace of Serpis

Payge nodded "that would be a wonderful thing, but it's always smart to have a strong military in case of betrayal or unfortunate events. Also we've tried to enter there nation but the conditions there are harsh as well as the borders being very tight" She nodded "We will happily help in your construction of this ship. If you help us then we shall indeed help you."

Payge frowned and looked to Richter. She looked back to the Ensi and shook her head "we've come unarmed..." the only thing that was close to a weapon was the staff she carried with her. Alf scratched his chin "Lite didn't come in with us..." he said silently trying to think if anyone would sneak in. Payge scolded him again. She stood up with her staff in her hand but in a nonthreatening way "One of our troops are young and naive and he must've wondered in, but I assure you he is unarmed and very unskilled at fighting..."

Lite kept moving through the halls, eyes peeled for anything that could catch his interest. There was an odd commotion happening then he heard assassin... that wasn't good. He began to move much more discreetly. As he moved down another hall he heard a "Halt" Lite turned to see a guard watching him with a sword drawn pointing forward "crap..." Lite said in Hylion tongue. Lite rose his hands surrendering and approached the guard. The guard began to call for others but Lite kept moving closer. Now Lite was upon him and with ease he swiped a backhand across the blade swiping it away then rushing his other hand forward and sent a fist to his face. His knuckled crashed against the guards mouth then the other hand came back and gripped the man's skull, and slammed his head into the wall. The guard was practically downed already but Lite continued to knee the downed guard a few more times then he kept moving leaving the body behind.

Alf got up and so did Richter "I'm sure if we were to go to him peacefully he'd stop playing around and come to the meeting" Richter said trying to reassure that there was nothing to worry about. Lite had a tendency to be eccentric with his methods of approach. They all knew that, but they weren't sure on how to tell the Ensi that Lite was a very dangerous fellow.

Lite was now just a floor above the meeting room where the group was. He found another window and climbed out of it then dropped down to a balcony. He looked around, there was curtain luckily so he wasn't seen but now he leaned into the curtain trying to hear who was inside. He ducked down also so he couldn't be seen by anyone outside.

[Subject X7]

After some time of receiving no response from the sea dwellers, Zeke unties the boat and leaves it in the water to float about. He orders the three brothers to row back to the island, and they instantly begin rowing faster. The rhythmic slapping of the paddles on on the water soon sends Zeke into a trance-like state, allowing him to expand his mental reach to the main island. He is surprised to feel a great excitement among one hunteress, and thinks to her, "What has happened? Did the couple to the south give birth?"

She responds, "No Zeke-il Tribal Leader, I have created a way to project sharp rocks towards small animals with vines dipped in the sap of several different trees, I call it the 'Rock Thrower'. It is amazing sire, I have come back with over 30 birds, all from one hunt!" she thinks excitedly. Zeke cuts off the connection, and snaps his eyes open. The main island was just a hundred feet away now, and Zeke dives out of the boat and into the water. Such an eventful week! The returning disc, the fantastic new boats, and now a new hunting tool! Father would be proud... Zeke thinks to himself as he swims quickly to the shore. He reaches the beach he had departed from some time before dusk, and shakes himself dry before smoothing his fur. He goes down onto all sixes, and begins to lope to the hunter's shack, which happened to be by the village in the valley below his bungalow.

It takes him about two minutes, the swim having exhausted him, to reach the shack. He drags his claws across the doorway as a sign of respect, and enters. Inside is the hunter, holding a large coil of the stretch vine in one hand, and tweaking a strange looking instrument with the upper two. "Hunter, what have you created?" Zeke asks the Sovani woman. She walks over to a wooden chest, and pulls out two identical looking tools, the same as the one she had been adjusting. She instructs him on how to put the instruments on, and gives him a few small sharp pebbles.

She thinks to him the instructions of how to use them, and points to a small tree stump about 300 feet up the mountain. Zeke takes aim, pulls back the pebbles, and releases them. He hears a subtle *thunk* as the pebbles stick into the stump. His jaw goes slack, as he thinks to the huntress, "May I keep these? I will exchange 100 sweet fruit for both of them." The huntress nods, and continues to tweak her Rock Thrower. Zeke exits the shack, and walks up the mountain to his bungalow, picking up small round pebbles as he goes along. He reaches his bungalow, and searches for a sack to put the pebbles into. After finding one, he places the sack of pebbles, the disc sword, and the two Rock Throwers onto the shelf next to his hammock. He strips himself of his clothes, and climbs into the hammock. He begins to rock, and soon falls asleep.

Discoveries
+ Rock Thrower
+ Stretch Vine

Rock Thrower: (The one on the top, not the bottom. Only three in my nation so far, I intend to keep it that way for some time.

Stretch Vine: (Couldn't find a picture of a yellow vine. )

[Sigvardia]

OOC: My writing sucks really hard.

Great Shrine, City of Qeor Qeop

Contrary to the blinding sunlight reflecting from the burning sands, the Great Shrine in Qeor Qeop is completely sealed by enchanted sandstone to maintain the calming darkness of night. Fidgeting red lights from oil lamps of gold and silver in tone litter provide the needed illumination for the priestesses, just like moonlight guiding the way of Mak people. At the middle of the Great Shrine, the statue of the blessed maiden who gave her life to everyone among the sands stands above a pool of azure water. In front of the statue several priestesses dance in their simple, yet elegant clothes. Beside them several musicians produce the accompanying sounds of string and wind, serving as a guide to keep the movement of all maiden in unison, while incense burning from the lamps provide thin grey lines and an unique sense that slightly mask the mysterious rituals.

As part of the ritual, the priestesses swifts to the pool one by one, kneeling down in front of the maiden and drink a mouthful of calm water. Incense enchanted by special magic further heighten their sense, and might provide a slight glance to the unknown future of the land. After every maiden have their share of the water, they continue their dancing for a while, gradually slowing down to a halt, as the high priestess and her servants enter the shrine. After waiting the dancing maidens to complete the ritual, she slowly move towards the front of the statue and scan the maidens.

"Peace upon you. How is the revelation?" Klang Nhaq nodded towards one of the priestesses, presumably the leader of them.

"The goddess has shown our way as peaceful and calm, Your Grace." The priestess replied.

"Then peaceful it shall be. May She guide your way." With help from her servant, the high priestess takes a sip from the bowl of enchanted water. Her slim fingers dips a bit of it, and then ceremoniously clean the eyes of the priestess.

"The merchants towards Astghmenistan will leave soon. Please prepare yourself for the long journey." Klang Nhaq return the remaining water to the pool, melting it with the previous generations who received the blessing from countless high priestesses.

Silvershy woke from another nightmare to the sound of Bronzeshield saying, "Wake up, sleepyhead. We've got something fer ye to lookit." She opened her eyes and saw the copper-red Earth Pony mare standing over her and shaking her.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" she said, and rolled off her bed, then walked over to the polished silver plate that served as a mirror. Using her telekinesis she braided her long blonde hair and tied the piece of cloth that served as an eyepatch around her head. She then grabbed her spear with telekinesis and walked out of her home to the farmyard where a blue pegasus with white hair, Moonstrike Merkava, had already hitched herself to the chariot.
Silvershy got on the chariot together with Bronzeshield, who had by now gotten on her shield mask, and Moonstrike began trotting, then galloping out of the yard.
Moonstrikes pegasi magic began affecting the chariot, and they took off, flying through the fertile valleys of Equion toward the western borders.

[Yesopalitha]

The Temple of Hell's Gate
Hell's Gate
The Land of the Peoples of the Abyss

"Enter," sneered a thin, whisper-like voice at the three knocks to the main temple door. It was pitch-black inside except for a red statue in the middle of it, lit by three candles. This statue had no shape or form, it looked like an amorphous blob, for it seemed to change shape every few seconds.

The ancient wooden door propped open, and a vampire, standing six feet tall, entered the room. He had on a black robe and a sword.

"Sir, the preparations are ready," stated the Vampire, a bit nervous at what the reply would be.

"Are they, really, Tengrath?" came the same chilling voice, making the Vampire flinch, "They best be, for if they aren't... I won't be very happy, would I?"

The Vampire shivered and shook his head.

"Very well, then," replied the chilling voice, "Prepare them. I will be out in a moment."

As the Vampire, Tengrath, left the room, the man with the chilling voice stood. He had on a scarlet robe, so blood-red that one couldn't look into it for more than a few minutes without being blinded by it. He was about seven feet tall, but very thin; one couldn't tell whether he had hair or not, for he always kept his face covered by a hood. He didn't seem to walk, but to glide, and whenever he hovered over something that was living, it seemed to die a little until he went away. He was a scourge upon the earth; a Wraith, a Demon... A Necromancer.

The Necromancer made his way to the top of a knoll, where he was greeted by a spectacle: thousands upon thousands of Vampires, Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and other Demons, all awaiting for him, all clad in battle gear. They had spent considerable amounts of time and effort in order to create such an army, and though their weapons weren't the best yet, they had been trained mercilessly. They were bred and trained for one thing: to follow the Necromancer, to help him, no, to be his hand, in achieving his one and only dream - to conquer the entire planet, and to enslave anyone and everyone that wouldn't willingly serve him.

As he approached, the army grew silent. He raised a hand, and they all cheered loudly, grunts and yells echoing across the broad plains that lay beneath the knoll. He lowered his hand, and they grew silent once more.

"Hear me, my children! You who serve me! We shall take all that is rightfully ours! We shall burn down the opposing villages, destroy their crops! We shall kill every living being on this planet, except for those that we shall use! March, march forth, my soldiers, march forth!" he ordered.

The army roared again, and this time, the Necromancer simply waved his hand. At once, four of the Army stepped forward.

The first was the Vampire that had approached the Necromancer. Beside him stood a ten-foot tall Orc. Next to him was a Goblin, small, shrewd, and cunning. And finally stood a Werewolf in his wolf form.

"Tengrath," stated the Necromancer, "You will foresee the defenses of the Coast to make certain that we are not besieged while your brethren conquer the southern continent. Is that understood?"

Tengrath the Vampire nodded, and stood to one side.

"Bisil," said the Necromancer, pointing to the Orc, "You will lead the main army to the West. Do not take any survivors, but do not be foolish. Don't let your bloodlust blind you."

The Orc saluted, and swore, "I will not, my Lord." Having said this, he also stood to one side.

"Valhalla," said the Necromancer, pointing to the Werewolf, "You know what I ask of you."

"I hear and obey," stated the Werewolf, and ran off into the distance...

"Ishil,"the Necromancer said last to the Goblin, "Do what you best."

The Goblin chuckled, and nodded.

"Follow these four as if you are following me. Do not fail me, my children. Go forth and conquer!" ordered the Necromancer.

The army emptied the plain, and went to its respective places. The Peoples of the Abyss had begun their move...

And Tyranus the Necromancer.... Smiled.

[Man in A Box]

The village of Trepor
Great-spear looked at the muddy hamlet in deep thought, if this was the best humans could do he was skeptical they could mount any viable defense against a single legion. He turned to his guard and motioned for him to follow as they moved towards the main building where the white robed humans were performing governmental tasks as they toiled over papers and scrolls. He walked from into the small building and announced his presence. He spoke to a white robbed man hunched over a tablet. "I wish to see your leader, low-born" his voice was slightly slurred in the clunky human tongue and his helmet didn't make it any clearer. He awaited a reply.

The Northern valley
A long line of elvish slaves bound together by rope were being led down the steep slope towards a glowing mass of huts and kilns. The gravel streets were muddy with melted snow and rutted with hoof tracks. The streets were patrolled by glazed leather clad seraph guards who carried long teardrop shaped shields and spears. They watched over the eleven settlement and made sure that the local race of snow elves didn't get rowdy or rebellious. They were used as slave labor in the moonstone mines and sky-root farms. They would also be used as levied soldiers in case of major war. The conquering of the snow elves had been recent and pockets of resistance still remained isolated on the frozen northern tundra.

The cloaks were busy at work. When the Seraphs arrived and announced what they needed in a horrible and muffled Hylion tongue. A few Cloaks looked at the winged men curiously and some others just went on with there business as usual. The Warrior of Sunlight looked up at the Seraphs then to another cloak that was blankly staring at them. "Tell Solaire, go quickly..." he whispered over to the cloak and he quickly took his leave.

The lead cloak now smiled at the visitors "Welcome good friends of the north, I am the one that is in charge of this small town that we call Trepor" He bowed to them "I am Cep Ver Del, a Warrior of Sunlight" he sat back down on his seat "But I'm only command of this small town, if you wish to speak with the heads of this nation please follow the road to the south west of here" He said going back to his work.

A Lady in another white cloak when up to the Seraphs "I'd happily escort you to the capital if you wish, free of charge" The Lady offered for it was the way the people were. They were incredibly kind and most of the towns shared food did favors since currency wasn't widely spread amongst them yet.

CCC Castle, Capital of the House of the Rising Sun

Gyro was hard at work developing as much as weaponry as he could since news was sent about possible threats from the winged people of the north and human of the south. He had to decide what types of units to sen where. Since the winged Seraphs were fast and known for there skill in the sword they would have to device a way to kill them quickly and at a distance before they could get in close proximity. Gyro started production of bronze spear units back up by there archers, which by the way are still incredibly weak with there short bows. The Numarians were all human soldiers but they're main focus was on the heavy pursuit so the smartest way to fight against them was to defend only at least until they had developed a skilled enough cavalry to combat there chariots. Gyro brought the news to Solaire the highest ranking Warrior of Sunlight. He gave orders to the troops and deployed the garrisons in case of war. Swords and heavier units to the south border to defend while they sent any magicians, Archers and spears to the north border in case of emergency.

[United Districts of 1]

Trepor
Great-spear scoffed at the indignant tone of the small human. Well to a seraphs she was indignant and small by their standards. He arched out his wings and took of his helmet revealing a face that gave a supernatural radiance and beauty that any mortal would envy he spoke in fluent Seraph tongue to one of his guards and the heavily armored seraph took off towards the mountains. He then turned back to the small human female and spoke in a more smooth hylion way. "Lead me to this hold you speak of in the south."

The great forge
Magma-Forge was hard at work over a small stone bowl as he pulverized the contents with transparent gem. The gem was irregularly shaped and he was using the wider side for crushing. The lore master had called this gem a Diamundus or Hardest soul, some believed these gems were made from the teardrops of dragons. Magma-Forge didn't care if they were dragon eggs, he just knew they were the one thing that could crush fire-stone into the fine powder needed to make fire-salts. He ground the red stones into a fine dust and sprinkled elves marrow into the mix before finally dropping a pinch of draugr blood into the bowl. The concoction hissed and let out a poof of white smoke into the darkened forge. The individual ingredients melted away and were replaced by a thick red slime like substance that seemed to beg for heat and flames. Magma-forge took the bowl and let the substance drip into the base of the forge.

He blew air into the forge with the bellows and the fire slime burst to a brilliant white flame. He took a bar of previously unusable sky-stone and slid into the forge and waited. Minutes later a bright white liquid slid out into a sword mold and let it cool. After the long process of forging the sword was done. It was the color of brass with a blue tinge around the edge that gave off a radiant heat. The metal was as hard as bronze but light like wood and shimmered like gold. Magma-forge ran quickly to the forge master and informed him of the discovery of the amazing new metal. That very same hour the forge-master ordered the forging of five hundred of these blades to send to the royal guard.

Discoveries
Sky-root metals!

[Numer]

Ziggurat of Valni, City-State of Kadd

Ensi Karetsut was beginning to adjust to life as the leader of Kadd. Only 23, she had used her beauty to rise, seducing fellow lugals to gain more and more trade power. And here she was, finally achieving her goal. She spoke to her people from the temple on top of the ziggurat, in a clear and devout voice, "Praise Valni, goddess of trade and wealth, for she has blessed her children of Kadd, and I, her priestess." The crowd was overjoyed, and yelled at the top of their lungs in ecstatic words of worship. It was not normal for Numerians to act to so mindlessly, but Kadd was at the brink of a golden age.

The city-state was not situated in a delta and was not as fertile as Sepris or Apesh, but its location was in between the two blessed rivers at their closest point, only 10 miles apart. Besides regular Numerian farming prowess, Kadd also controlled the flow of trade goods from Urvarys, the jungle city of ivory and furs, and Rhaegal, the warrior state on Mt.Yresh, the main source of minerals in Numer, to the agricultural and silk city-states of the deltas. It effectively was the most powerful trader of the city-states, its only rival in economics being Sepris with its access to the sea.

After many animal sacrifices, Karetsut retired to the Palace of Kadd. Lugal Gesar, the most trusted in her court, presented her with a radical idea that would solidify Kadd's economic power.

"It is called currency, my Ensi," Gesar said with a grin."Basically, instead of bartering for goods, we set a certain price for each good represented by a standard 'coin'. This way we know exactly what we are getting for a trade deal." He held up a small golden circle and presented it to the beautiful woman, who examined it thoroughly. Addressing the whole court, she she said in a curious tone "Intriguing, I'm impressed. Begin implementing this at once, and send envoys to the other city-states. It may be another step to strengthening the Numerian economy."

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

As guards came in to the drawing room to protect the Ensi, Resgaal tried to diffuse the situation by continuing to talk to the diplomats and show that their was peace between them. "Now, do your people have slavery? I can assure you that the slaves in Numer are treated humanely, as any of us may become one one day if another city-state invades. If you do, can we work out some sort of slave-trade agreement?"

Another guard burst into the room and exclaimed "A guard has been viciously beaten in the treasury wing!" Ensi Resgaal turned again to the diplomats, slightly anxious. "I suggest you go and tell your friend to stop hurting my guards. I wouldn't want him attacking me next-I don't plan to die at 26 years old, especially after all I've done to get to this position."

Discoveries
-Currency

[Man in A Box]

Trepor
Great-spear scoffed at the indignant tone of the small human. Well to a seraphs she was indignant and small by their standards. He arched out his wings and took of his helmet revealing a face that gave a supernatural radiance and beauty that any mortal would envy he spoke in fluent Seraph tongue to one of his guards and the heavily armored seraph took off towards the mountains. He then turned back to the small human female and spoke in a more smooth Hylion way. "Lead me to this hold you speak of in the south."

The lady nodded and kept her hood up "we are leaving now, so we must be going" she lead him out side and to the road. A small carriage with one horse strapped to it sat on the road with an orcish child resting on the hay stack packed on the back. She took a seat and left a spot beside her. She removed her hood revealing a half orc head. The government was practically ran by everyone, even non-Hylion.

Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

As guards came in to the drawing room to protect the Ensi, Resgaal tried to diffuse the situation by continuing to talk to the diplomats and show that their was peace between them. "Now, do your people have slavery? I can assure you that the slaves in Numer are treated humanely, as any of us may become one one day if another city-state invades. If you do, can we work out some sort of slave-trade agreement?"

Another guard burst into the room and exclaimed "A guard has been viciously beaten in the treasury wing!" Ensi Resgaal turned again to the diplomats, slightly anxious. "I suggest you go and tell your friend to stop hurting my guards. I wouldn't want him attacking me next-I don't plan to die at 26 years old, especially after all I've done to get to this position."

Alf looked at the Ensi curiously same as Richter. Payge was the only one that responded "I...I'm sorry to say but we don't believe things like that is...Humane at all" Alf then stepped up "we are the freest nation there will ever be" He declared then Richter took hold of Alf's shoulder and threw him back onto the couch.

Lite kept sneaking throughout the halls but things got a bit to dangerous so he jumped off a balcony and landed with a roll and kept running to escape if anyone had seen him. As well he scaled some walls and jumped some building to make sure to completely stay out of any sight of guards, servants, and mainly anyone.

Payge rubbed her chin "but..." she pointed to the map, the nations we conquer... we don't have very much say since we more just colonize them" She nodded "then I'll see if perhaps in cases where we must colonize a nation you are free to do what you wish with the people, but for now you'll have to wait" She bowed once again

[Numer]

The Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

The Ensi scrambled to defend his proposal as not to offend his guests, "Oh, do not take my suggestion the wrong way! We are not barbaric, I assure you! It is simply tradition, slavery has always been a part of Numer and it is never permanent. Slaves are released after 5 years of service, except of course for slave-soldier infantry, but they live well as their happiness effects the city's ability to fight. Isn't that right, Nerifira?

The crimson-dressed servant who had led them joyfully replied, "Yes, I only have 2 more years of service for my Ensi, and so far I have lived like a member of his household. Think of Numerian servants as personal secretaries or butlers and maids, even the farming slaves are provided with homes, food, and rights to a family that can't be separated."

The Ensi was now thoroughly intrigued by his guests's culture, and wished for good relations with the House. "Please, I invite you and your missing friend to stay in my city for a week and enjoy all it has to offer. If you really must return to your home, I ask that you don not do so without a caravan of the finest harvest gains and goods of Sepris. Here are the schematics for the caravel so that both our nations can help in its creation. But before you go, tell me some more about your culture." He smiled and showed a positive demeanor.

Caravel schematics:
http://www.thepirateking.com/images/ships_caravel_2.jpg
http://forums.saber-scorpion.com/upload ... _62156.jpg

[Man in A Box]

The Palace of Sepris, City-State of Sepris

The Ensi scrambled to defend his proposal as not to offend his guests, "Oh, do not take my suggestion the wrong way! We are not barbaric, I assure you! It is simply tradition, slavery has always been a part of Numer and it is never permanent. Slaves are released after 5 years of service, except of course for slave-soldier infantry, but they live well as their happiness effects the city's ability to fight. Isn't that right, Nerifira?

The crimson-dressed servant who had led them joyfully replied, "Yes, I only have 2 more years of service for my Ensi, and so far I have lived like a member of his household. Think of Numerian servants as personal secretaries or butlers and maids, even the farming slaves are provided with homes, food, and rights to a family that can't be separated."

The Ensi was now thoroughly intrigued by his guests's culture, and wished for good relations with the House. "Please, I invite you and your missing friend to stay in my city for a week and enjoy all it has to offer. If you really must return to your home, I ask that you don not do so without a caravan of the finest harvest gains and goods of Sepris. Here are the schematics for the caravel so that both our nations can help in its creation. But before you go, tell me some more about you culture." He smiled and showed a positive demeanor.

Payge frowned "We'll be sure to punish him when we return to the House" she rubbed her cheek

Payge smiled and nodded "then perhaps we can set up a listing for the people that might see it as a job they would like to have" she said, I'm sure there are a few of us that would love to spend some time here but I myself must leave immediately" she said then sat down "I'll leave after we have some of these drinks of course" she said happily then began to taste and drink the foods and drinks that were left out before"

Alf smiled and relaxed seeing that there boss had loosened up since the main meeting was over.

Richter sat up and continued the conversation "As Alf said before, we are a nation that believes in freedom deeply. Our government is ran by a group of Warriors of Sunlight. We have a thick power in our military and the Sun powers them" Richter said proudly. Alf chuckled "We worship the sun... we don't know why it was part of a tradition when we were nomadic people" He rubbed his chin "something to do with a god..whatever it's not something I would know" he continued to gulf down food.

Richter continued "Are borders are very weak so there are many other races that live in our nation and we're not actually sure who still has full blood since most likely no one does anymore so we go a head and let anyone into our ranks. So if there were some civilians that traveled over to our land then they might just become a cloak" Richter said and began to laugh. Alf again spoke up "A cloak is what we refer as a kind of... a person with power over government... kind of..." He did not know how to explain.

Richter continued "Anyone can have power in fact i bet you could gain plenty of power in nation as well... we are easily influenced"

Payge finally looked up "oh, we still have more men outside!" She pushed Alf and he fell on his butt "alright I'm going!" he got and bowed to the Ensi. He then rushed out of the hall quickly and hurriedly.

Lite made back to the others "swords! we might be in trouble" he said to the men outside and they all drew there weapons, there weapons varied since they were free to learn what they wished. They looked around and made a circle unsure if they were going to be attacked, but Alf found them and told them to calm "The negotiation was a success!" he called then explained to them what had happened. Lite rubbed his head feeling stupid. They entered the city happily and some went towards the palace while some just wondered about the city-state.

[United Districts of 1]

On the Road
Great-spear looked at the low-born half breed next to him with a snort of disgust. He couldn't imagine what would happen if seraph blood was ever tainted by the low-born filth. He kept a hand near the handle of his sword as he looked at the field dotted country as it rolled by his field of vision. He tumbled an idea around in his head and lit up at the idea. They neared the city and Great-spear stepped off the carriage bed and onto the muddy dirt below. The acrid scent of live-stock and raw meat flooded his nostrils as he neared the market place of whatever city he was in. He did his best to stay discrete but his massive white wings made it impossible to do so.


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