The Embers of Rebellion (AP Sponsored/TG for interest)

[The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States]

To Cas

The man in the pleading woman's company hesitated briefly before looking to looking away from the Akiri and to the woman unrelentingly, he stated coldly

"The boy is stubborn, he chose to stay despite our pleas and she does not wish to accept his wishes... he is of age and creates his own path. It is true his mind is young, and his heart fiery as it is hungry for glory though he may not be fortunate enough to have the God's favor." before she interject, the man continued and averted his gaze back to the Akiri clearly intent on being forthcoming to the would be helper.

"The Tainya is blinded by age and rallies the youth... us who are born of the Calacoayan's soil, those of us who wish for peace are punished by the very youth we fostered. Na Tlatcani xitta iztlic a iztac... and the Tlatcani only see black and white. If we do not fight for them we fight against them." he looked down somberly before continuing. "How can we kill those we raised from the cradle in cold blood? Instead, those of us who had opportunity, we flee. I tell you this now, because my soul truly wishes for peace... for even the A'coatl. I cannot ask you to aid in good faith without also telling you that a messenger came from the temple- from these toyec side with i do not know. You came from the south east, im sure of it..." The man paused briefly as cannons continued to thunder.

"The Toyec came with a message and with 2 others just like you... He... he ordained that they be devoured and their hearts consumed. So that whoever he sided with would have the power of the serpent to conquer their foe.
I cannot say if the Toyec honors the Tainya or the Tlatcani- but your kin are in danger just the same. "

The man ended apologetically while the woman felt destroyed that maybe now the willing savior of her sibling now may turn them away.

What the man told her surprised her. She had no idea that the Humans would be involved with her kind, and to treat them in this way. Of course, from what she was told as a hatchling humans rarely ever came into contact with Akiri, let alone take them prisoner. Although she was constantly kept away from others of her kind, and constantly under threat there was still a sense of togetherness between Akiri, they are of different races but still a people. There would be a moment of silence from her as she looked down, letting her thoughts flow. First a sense of repulsiveness came over, the humans were exactly as she expected, barbaric and bloodthirsty, then a quick wave of anger as she considered leaving this boy to his fate and these people behind to return to her quest, but in this short storm of emotions and thoughts one stood out above the slurry of hatred and disgust: it wasn't their individual fault. She would sigh, and meet the man's gaze again, starting to speak with the force of anger behind every one of her words.

"I do not blame you for the slaughter of my kind, it is these.."Toyec" who committed acts against my people and as much as I want too there isn't much I can do about that. A family member's safety is paramount, between both of our kinds, and I would rather your boy have a chance of realizing his mistakes while he still can rather then too late. I am aware that my people are in danger, we are fractured and isolated from the world you Ti'Saru have built, but I have faith that either through blood or diplomacy we can be strong once more as we were in the past, but I was unaware that your kind were actively interacting and taking my people away. I will still go after your boy, as I've said before, and know that I do not hold grudges against you personally, but your people.... they've shown their faces as being alike to the other Ti'Saru."

She would then let off one powerful flap of her wings and shoot upwards, then to the side to get direct observation of the battle, flying rather low in order to find the boy in due time.

[Parcia]

Roughly 15 miles from Elena...

With the sen setting behind them, and the wind remaining strong, the fleet would go silent, using a single lantern per ship, and a simple shutter, the communicate using simple Morse code. The plan is to come on them in the dead of night, sending a single envoy in a rowboat along with a squad of marines.

IF they surrender, then it will be a simple occupation with minimal Civilian Casualties...if they resist, then order are to pummel them with The Frigates and Man-o-wars.

Some time later

The Men manning the defenses of the small port city (ill let you decide description) would see the row boat approach in the moonless night, the single officer holding a lantern. "Ahoy! Do not fire, we are but an envoy."

[Communist Volkstrad]

To Acer:
Khya like she stated would be waiting by the gate with her O-Kazi next to her pulled by a modified bridle to hit over the animals beak. "This is Aedna." She said showing a bird of lean but muscular build, standing at 6'9 the bird's feathers would be a dark ash brown growing lighter as the feathers trailed along to its tail. Aedna herself would be a well-mannered bird, regal in her mannerisms she trailed behind Khya with light footing as only the slight ruffle her feather moving in the wind being heard. She looked at Pahuel with amber almost red like eyes in curiosity. "She will ride us to Heignreika, it will roughly be three days journey, a day and a half to cross the Reiza pass, and one to travel the lands westward and another half day moving through the border gates of the Dama's Kapital." She said with particular annoyance towards the last part of the sentence.

"Well Pahuelo, I and Aedna are ready when you are!" She said before tugging at Aedna's reins slightly, causing to bird to stretch out its wings and show its rather impressive wingspan to the foreigner. "Aedna is quick, at night and at early morning is when we move, the moons will be our sun".

---

Zoura
In the time before the Emperor would send order for his men to march into his territory had Kriztafa send word of his own intentions to his generals. A letter presented to them would read as follows:

To My Most Loyal,

It is to be made clear this is an conscription. Every free man and woman able to serve in the Ztazka, shall serve in the Ztazka to some capacity. Those most suited to arms shall serve in our army, those who must remain shall situated accordingly to their farm or factory to assist the Ztazka.

The rebellion north of Heignreika grows stronger, and we have denied our service to the Emperor once, we must not fail his need again.

With these goals in mind, the generals would send forth his captains to begin assembling bodies. A regiment of 1,200 men would be assembled to begin gathering men and resources. Zoura was fortunate in the way the great rivers flowed upward from the Great Aaywha Lake, and so he had granted land to several guilds within the empire to see to the construction of new factories near the river mouth, to begin a project to see them extend further along the branches.

Kriztafa would need them, he planned not now to fight the Imperial army to instead prove his loyalty for the time being. At least until his new army was trained, than he would march into the lands of the old empire and crown a new throne upon these lands. For now he gathered his strength. At his desk he began to draft a letter, to the other Dama of the nation to join him in his protest. Subversive as it may be he felt the winds of change growing warmer the cool winds of peace now leaving as a storm encroached. Yet, unlike the many times when he had tried to submerge these feelings and drown them they now increasingly gripped and swayed the old man. From the age of 12 to his current year at 51 he had spent his time suppressing the peasant problem of the north, and yet despite his efforts they continued. An endless cycle always a leader a figurehead, the right words and right place, a spark of dissent, and than his army called.

Yet why? Why must it always be this way? In his youth he read the tales of of Euromenda and early Almaria the two great empires of the continent who brought peace and prosperity, where there was never war because the people never raised a blade against their protectors, and where the protectors in turn did so. A land of beauty, but that land was growing older senile, too scared by not the wars that made these empires but the stories of inside these wars the cost of empire. A land of beauty had now turned into a land of fire and rain where men and women embraced in silence and warred in public, where the spark of empire still burned but pit now too small to hold it.

He looked outside a window his view leading directly to a low waving flag of the empire. His motivation once blurred now became more clear, he fought for this empire, he loved this empire, but it must die. This dynasty had served its purpose and the land has suffered under stagnation from their neglect, their line must be purged and a new head allowed to lead the country. Only strife does the current emperor have energy? A disgrace Volkstradi, Kazi, and Togari who live in these lands, giving blood and tears to maintain its condition

He stood up from his seat,"Yes, things are now indeed clearer". He spoke softly to himself before leaving his chamber, he would have to meet with the head of his military soon, a close friend.

Lord Gesvak's army began to march into Zoura, as planned. Full inspection of the territory would commence, and assurances of loyalty from the lord would be made. As typical of the current era, the Emperor's vassals had forgotten their place. As a loyal servant of his, it was Gesvak's duty to stop into such areas as necessary and remind them of their duties. In this instance, he was also to root out any trace of the rebellion's spread in the area, and if he would cooperate, join forces with the local lord to assist in its eradication in nearby regions.

Emperor Farhas knew his domain was starting to come apart at the seams, and of this Gesvak was also aware. He was one of the few privy to the plans to reform the Empire and restore its unity. It was to be the end of an Era, and the beginning of a newer, brighter future for the nation. However, he feared that as soon as word of it got out, there would be bloodshed. To strengthen Almaria, the power of her lords would have to be somewhat reduced. While it would not mean the instant end of their lifestyle and their ways, some may fear that given the nature of the reform..... and there may be yet more rebellion.

To truly make his liege's dream a reality, there needed to be a catalyst. Something that would excuse such a change. The only thing he feared is that the Empire wold not be able to survive the struggle it must face to save itself. It was a careful balance. If nothing was done, the Empire would fragment, and thousands of years of existence would finally come to an end. If they were not careful, or were too hasty, the result would be the same.

---

Roughly 15 miles from Elena...

With the sen setting behind them, and the wind remaining strong, the fleet would go silent, using a single lantern per ship, and a simple shutter, the communicate using simple Morse code. The plan is to come on them in the dead of night, sending a single envoy in a rowboat along with a squad of marines.

IF they surrender, then it will be a simple occupation with minimal Civilian Casualties...if they resist, then order are to pummel them with The Frigates and Man-o-wars.

Some time later

The Men manning the defenses of the small port city (ill let you decide description) would see the row boat approach in the moonless night, the single officer holding a lantern. "Ahoy! Do not fire, we are but an envoy."

The small city of Uzgesvar, as with many such settlements on the coast, were accustomed to unannounced arrivals and attacks from Acerbi pirates. As with all such coastal towns on Elana, numerous measures had been taken to prepare for the worst possible circumstances, and contingencies had been laid out for any such scenario. The town militia was always on watch, and all the men of Uzgesvar were required to take part in it.

As such, when the rowboat made its way up to the town, the sentries were already waiting for them.

Ten men, all human, stood at various places along the small docks. They were all dressed mostly in ordinary commoner's clothes, but several also wore gambesons, and two had breastplates. Of them, only three were not wearing some form of helmet, mostly simple kettle hats. All carried pistols, and four carried halberds with them, those without halberds wearing backswords or clubs at the hip.

One, the leader it would appear, was a man in his forties, a grey beard covering his chin, but there was still strength in his body and movements. He tossed a line out to the rowboat, and called out them "State your purpose, the name of your ship, and your identity."

The sergeant had a bad feeling about this. Something wasn't right. It was good that the town was already on alert, but what could these men possibly want?

[Parcia]

The Parlay at Uzgesvar

The leader's feeling was not misplaced. The Sargent, a rough and veteran Marine with a decade's Service, took the rope and climbed up with his 4 marines.

"Well good sir, I am Sargent Krasney of the Parcian Imperial Marines, I have come as a Admiral Constantine, with the objective of giving the inhabitants of...Uzgesvar was it? Giving them people of this fare city, long since suffering under the rule of the oprresive King...alright, you know what, I cant do this speech."

The man sighs, and looks the leader dead in the eye. "We, as in my self and the fleet currently just off shore, are offering you terms of surrender."

[Communist Volkstrad]

The Parlay at Uzgesvar

The leader's feeling was not misplaced. The Sargent, a rough and veteran Marine with a decade's Service, took the rope and climbed up with his 4 marines.

"Well good sir, I am Sargent Krasney of the Parcian Imperial Marines, I have come as a Admiral Constantine, with the objective of giving the inhabitants of...Uzgesvar was it? Giving them people of this fare city, long since suffering under the rule of the oprresive King...alright, you know what, I cant do this speech."

The man sighs, and looks the leader dead in the eye. "We, as in my self and the fleet currently just off shore, are offering you terms of surrender."

The sergeant would then clench his jaw, and squint his eyes at the man. There would be a few moments of silence, before he would speak in reply.

"I cannot accept or deny your terms; Come with us, you must speak to the mayor, as only he can command the surrender of our forces."

It was worse than he thought. Not mere pirates, but invaders from across the sea, and by the looks of it, well-prepared ones at that.

[Parcia]

-snip-.exe

The Sargent shrugged and ordered the marines to fallow him, leaving a man to cover the boat. "As you wish, I just warn you, the fleet has standing orders should we not return in a timely manner.

[Communist Volkstrad]

-snip-.exe

The Sargent shrugged and ordered the marines to fallow him, leaving a man to cover the boat. "As you wish, I just warn you, the fleet has standing orders should we not return in a timely manner.

"Worry not. Whatever the answer is, you'll be on your way back to your ship within the next half-hour at worst."
The militamen began to lead them into the town. There was not a soul to be seen as they would pass through the darkened streets. Shutters closed, lights off, all the houses row by row were still and quiet. A suffocating silence hung in the air. There was not a sound to be heard; no insects chirring, and no people stirring. There was only the stomping of the soldiers' boots on the stones of the streets, and the rustling of their weapons with them.

After a short walk, they were led to the largest building, save for the Church, in the town. The town hall, as it would appear, was an old, gloomy building, raised on a stone platform above the other buildings. Yet, instead of through the front door, they led them to the side, into the large garden surrounding it. High hedges and trees, bushes and flowers of all types surrounding the place, and it was quite a bit of a maze, though it was lit by lanterns to their destination.

At the centre of this sat the mayor, already waiting for their arrival and sipping from a dark brew at a small table. In the maze of the garden, this was a clearing, surrounded on all sides by the overgrowth, but it appeared to be a place to relax and take in the beauty of the place.

The mayor was an older man, a human man, in his early sixties, and dressed in decent, but not extravagant clothes. His hair was a bit of a mess, and he had the look of a man who had been awoken from his sleep abruptly and without warning.

He eyed the marines with a scowl, and demanded of them in a cold tone "What brings you here?"

[Parcia]

The Sargent wasn't taken back to much by the mayor's blatant disdain for him, but he knew full well it was well placed.

He cleared his throat and produced a simple rolled up piece of paper.

"On that document you will find the offered terms of surrender for the City in which we currently stand in, its people, and its sovereignty To the Tsardom Of Parcia, and Tsar Ivan Romanov."

The marines stood, rifles at parade rest but loaded and readied.

[Togeria]

The Imperial Corridor

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The day the Imperial Army would march north would henceforth be known as the "Miracle of Aaya" a reference to the old imperial rulers of better days. The leader of the rebellion Igaro Nazo Euneki a court eunuch was the mastermind of the rebellion. Assembling a small group he and a few among the Togari would strike a blow against the aristocracy of the small village-city of Aelma. In the night, Nazo would stab his master the Igowha (mayor) in the heart, his group soon flooding the aristocrat's home and massacring the inhabitants. By the end the end the group had taken enough weapons to run away the local guard freeing more from the Imperial labor prisons and arming them with a combination of taken weaponry and farming equipment consisting of sickles, shovels, and most sparingly a deadly blade called the Vnfi (Un-fee): a small falchion like tool used farming but only among those only born into their position of Togari or the masters themselves.

When news was relayed that a force was dispatched north, Igaro made no hesitation, calling upon the Togari in his hold numbering a total of 147 people they would begin their march into the southern mountains, crossing through before walking east along mountain facing side of the coastal territory. It would prove advantageous, their army would likely being marching with more men and horses, arches, the dozen, marching through the mountains would put more strain on their forces, and would make any attack possibly from the sea, east, or west.

---

Zoura:
The lords of the province would be largely compliant in the searching of their people, it would be among the lower classes that they would see the signs of the dissent. Many soldiers would see a general untrust among the ranks of the peasants many only answering questions raised to them in brief and stoic tones.

Their ranks would also encounter entire lines of these men being forced to march their numbers hundreds strong along the roads with a Igztatza (captain) leading them to camps along the countryside.

[Parcia]

Romograd

Old flag of the Tsar, The Red representing the blood of the People, and the Dragon being a representation of the Romanov line and their Pryomancy
The palice, once vibrant and jovial like much of the Imperial Capital, lay near empty and cold. There was only the Tsar, his servants, and the Royal Guard that kept the Tsar and the heir throne secure.

Speaking of such, the King had two heirs, both products of his third and last marriage to the late Ketren "Sisi" Romanov, the once beloved Matriarch to the Romanov line had past 5 years prior under interesting circumstances.

None the less, the two daughters, roughly a year apart in age, have vary different lives.

The older of the two, Christina, was reserved and cold, spending much of her time in her single tower with thousands upon thousands of tolms, Grimoirs, books, and scrolls detailing nearly the whole of the Romanov Family's magical knowledge, focused almost wholly around the ancient elemental art of pyromancy.

She rarely left her "Sorceress's tower" With not even the aging "Mad Ivan" Romanov entering his elder daughter's domicile. He was not a Romanov by birth or blood, coming from Almerian nobility he was known as the sticking out thumb in the family line. For those uneducated in his family line, he was skilled in the elemental magic of water and ice.

The Younger Daughter, Alissia, was more warm towards the populace, portraying her self as one of sound mind and kind heart to the peasants and Serfs of the Tsar. She was the people's favorite to take the throne, and to certain members of the Military, the sole member of the family deemed able to be the new figurehead.

Deep with in the military Command, a group had been formed. A council of Generals, Commanders, and sea captains had secretly come together under the leadership of three man: Lord Admiral Vladislav Donitz, Overall Commander of the Imperial Navy and commandant of the Imperial Merchant Services. Next came Lord General Gregory Ketchkin, Known as the Red Lyon, he holds control over both the Imperial Regular army, and stands over the lower ranked Commander Blrasliv, commander of the Imperial Militia and Irregular forces. Lastly was the Field Marshal Ivan Zucov, commander of the Imperial Marines and one of the most venerated Imperial Military Commanders.

The three men were patriots, and held no real hatred for the Romanov's, rather the current Tsar. This much was known to the Young Alissia, she being their source in the Imperial Palace and the doings of the Tsar and her sister.

What she did not know, at least for now, was the plan was not a simple ousting of her Father, rather it was the removal of the Family all together, and forming of the first large scale democratic government.

[Acerbez]

To Togeria

To Acer:

Khya faced forward the entire time, both direct Aedna along the road and to hide her expression. The stories the man told sounded like very similar to the Phvlkztradi, too similar. Oh rejoice! How the Naune (blank/pale) would shriek seeing their ever so rich culture duplicated and replicated by the uncivilized easterners! Beautiful.

But underneath this underlined a deeper problem, how far did this life stretch? The life to live the life under another with only your life being your only possession? In school she was taught to venerate the saints for they protected her spirit, she had been taught she had been formed in the aftermath of fire and rain, and much more she had to live knowing the masters that supposedly protector were capable of great brutality to those deemed heathens, heretics, and vagrants.

"They judge based on superstition? Omen? What proof!?" She exalted passionately,"They used fear to seize power and now that they have it they use it to beat down your people, let me ask brother, what conclusion can any rationale being can conduct such a vicious purge in right mind? A hundred years...." She trailed off refocusing back to the road. "Ze Phvlkztradi are similar to your Centazon, both born from whores, insecure in their position they oppress those that can't defend themselves. A special type of whore." she concluded before going silent. The following hours would be spent in silence as the sun slowly began to rise over the land, the warmth of rays shining down on the two as they set forth on their adventure.

Aedna for her part proved extraordinarily durable still moving with a relative quick pace despite the burdened weight it would be about 40min after they departed that they would encounter the farm. About 16 hectares in size the farm was relatively small, only suited to breed and hold the Okazi they sold and traded with the city and other travelers. "Not a far trip at, Pahuelo. Tell me what do you desire in a mount?"

Pahuel was taken back at Khya's burst of energy at the discussion, feeling life come to his old bones realizing there were young folk who thought deeply and reflected on plights of the common people despite Totochtin not being her own. He indulged the following silence to gather his thoughts and examine Khya's embers. When they reached the Okazi farm and being inquired he paused briefly before answering his travelling companion.

"Well... In my youth of course i prized strength of a mount. Speed is important to us Totochtin, it is necessary when warring against survival to have a companion as strong as your desire to survive. As i've aged i have found a profound difference in strength when spoken as endurance. They are different... Exercising force to seize what you desire is simple and quick... Stealing life is akin to snatching treats from a child. When you dedicate yourself to higher purpose, cultivating a prosperous way of life requires endurance- patience." Pahuel rambled a bit before reaching his point.

"Endurance, Khya. Ive found that the ability to endure hardship on one's path is the most desirable trait. Our kindred beasts of the realm embody limitless aspects in their own right, but resilient and enduring are all too scarce when plight is so prevalent." Pahuel turned to Khya as he pet an Okazi he was examining.

"The Onaki the Totochtin prize are favored greatly, even to myself. As you've witnessed yourself, it is overbearing in it's strength but is un-kept- easily disturbed as great strength usually is when 'confronted', too fiery to be patient. They will die for their rider- mine had done so for me. I have yet to take another one as my companion however because of my understanding of the relationship. It's strength and temper is a weakness when one is striving to build." Pahuel had hoped Khya would understand his platform, that constructiveness cannot be achieved when your companions are rudimentary and saw-toothed.

"I've thought upon our discussion earlier, Khya. Your insight is rare, well-tuned for someone of your age. I've come to believe-" Pahuel stopped to produce coin to purchase the Okazi he settled on. Just like him, it was an older mount. Aged and sturdy, marks and scar from burden. Subtly more ashen than Aedna and stalkier- but just as majestic. He spent a moment stroking the feathered "mane" of the Okazi and spoke to it.

""Ipal nonixpatlaoa." (Because of you, my face becomes wide)

Posting himself and his belongings unto the bird-mount, Pahuel looked to Khya. "After you my friend". His hand candidly gestured outward to continue their journey.

---

To Cas

What the man told her surprised her. She had no idea that the Humans would be involved with her kind, and to treat them in this way. Of course, from what she was told as a hatchling humans rarely ever came into contact with Akiri, let alone take them prisoner. Although she was constantly kept away from others of her kind, and constantly under threat there was still a sense of togetherness between Akiri, they are of different races but still a people. There would be a moment of silence from her as she looked down, letting her thoughts flow. First a sense of repulsiveness came over, the humans were exactly as she expected, barbaric and bloodthirsty, then a quick wave of anger as she considered leaving this boy to his fate and these people behind to return to her quest, but in this short storm of emotions and thoughts one stood out above the slurry of hatred and disgust: it wasn't their individual fault. She would sigh, and meet the man's gaze again, starting to speak with the force of anger behind every one of her words.

"I do not blame you for the slaughter of my kind, it is these.."Toyec" who committed acts against my people and as much as I want too there isn't much I can do about that. A family member's safety is paramount, between both of our kinds, and I would rather your boy have a chance of realizing his mistakes while he still can rather then too late. I am aware that my people are in danger, we are fractured and isolated from the world you Ti'Saru have built, but I have faith that either through blood or diplomacy we can be strong once more as we were in the past, but I was unaware that your kind were actively interacting and taking my people away. I will still go after your boy, as I've said before, and know that I do not hold grudges against you personally, but your people.... they've shown their faces as being alike to the other Ti'Saru."

She would then let off one powerful flap of her wings and shoot upwards, then to the side to get direct observation of the battle, flying rather low in order to find the boy in due time.

The man felt ashamed that he himself held little remorse for his wife's kin but that a stranger easily expunged her own temper and maintained her balance. He was lost for a moment but this A'coatl was an example to be had- Like Quetzalcoatl himself, she was a "guide". He would keep his thoughts to himself however and plainly watched her take leave.

As Sori (Im guessing thats her proper name?) took to the skies, the small skirmish had continued unabated. The external force was smaller but discernable by its friendly proximity in formation compared to the 9 smaller vessels closer to the docks themselves. The external force was in possession of larger vessels and smaller number but clearly had a "brighter" presence as when it set off cannon volley. Sori would see from time to time, cannon rounds bouncing off the larger vessels but still cause for alarm as the smaller fleet inched its way toward land. As she closed in closer to land, the night sky would do little to hide the various locations on land that were producing not only light but sound. Aside from the skirmish there would be 2 sources onland. The closest larger one, shrouded by the tree line but light escaping through the "cracks" would maintain a steady drum line of instrument. Rhythmic pounding and in sync chanting was heard with an occasional scream like sound forcing itself to be heard by the sea.

Further away from Sori but still visible would be a sort of highland plateau not more than a mile from the docks, among it's tree line was an odd protrusion that gave it's own presence away with flame. A "tower" of a sort.

[Togeria]

To Acer
"I see you wear your age with honesty."Khya commented as he picked his Okazi, taking note of how he spoke to the creature. "Speed is nothing without energy." She exclaimed briefly before taking head and leading the pair out of the farm. As Pahuel would set with his mount one would take note of the difference between the okazi and regular steeds of Kaza. The frame of the bird would be small as to be expected with the saddle given doing lit to steady the light rocking of the saddle back and forth. It would be for this reason many riders rode without such a piece of equipment though Khya would be the one to recommend it due to Pahuel's lack of experience and familiarity with the bird.

The next difference would be the speed, even though an older bird and slower than Aedna the okazi Pahuel steered pushed forward with great stamina and the vitality of its younger easily keeping pace with Aedna and Khya despite lagging behind some feet. The two birds would jog speedily for near an hour before Khya would direct them to a stream, Aedna would sip from the freshwater while Khya would take the time to pull a piece of paper from her belongings, a map.

"Heignareika will not be a long trip, especially with the endurance of your 'kazi." She said looking at old bird with a confident smile on her face. "I suppose I would betray the last of my Almarian blood if I did not tell you our purpose at Heignareika, we will be arriving to meet with my sister." She said."I apologize for my lack of informing. Will you still accompany me?"

[Communist Volkstrad]

The Sargent wasn't taken back to much by the mayor's blatant disdain for him, but he knew full well it was well placed.

He cleared his throat and produced a simple rolled up piece of paper.

"On that document you will find the offered terms of surrender for the City in which we currently stand in, its people, and its sovereignty To the Tsardom Of Parcia, and Tsar Ivan Romanov."

The marines stood, rifles at parade rest but loaded and readied.

The mayor quickly read over the document, appearing not really to give it much thought, before responding simply "I see.". He then drew out a pipe, and a match, and lit it, taking a single puff.

That, of course, was the signal.

There was the soft *chunk* from the bushes, one or two for each marine, as the arbalests of the hidden guardsmen loosed bolts at their new enemies.

As protocol held, unknown envoys would be met in the gardens, where they would not expect the near-silent deaths awaiting them should their intentions be negative. But this was but the first part of the plan. Time was wasting, and they had to be quick from here if they wanted to gain the upper hand and avoid losing the first-strike.

[Parcia]

The marines fell with out the slightest of groans Their rifles clattering to the ground. Just accordingly to plan for the hidden attackers. Even the sergeant would feel the sing of the bolt impact his rear.

With a groan, he fell too.

The last marine was a man of stout figure, one who held out just a little longer then his companions, and one who, unfortunately, took little care for his recently re-issued rifle, disliking the old thing and often neglected it. This would come as a single boon to the invading force, how ever, when the impact of the rifle caused the old and mistreated safety peg with in the rifle to fail, releasing the spring holding the hammer back and firing the .58 musket.

The ball would impact the governor's desk, right about the man's left foot.


This would serve as a single, nearly unintelligible warning to drift down the empty streets and down to the docks, were the sole marine stood. The young private would be, well, scared. The empty night, alone and watching over the sole boat back to the fleet, did little to ease his nerves.

What was that? It almost sounded like...gunfire? A single shot, or rather the echo of it, drift down the empty avenue.

In his fear, he did not think of whether or not it was a fluke, a door slamming too loudly, or a crate being dropped. In his haste, his fear, the young private raised his rifle, cocked the hammer, and fired.


The black night was pierced by the crack of a single gunshot, alerting all to its location and to the fleet, of plan B.

The Fleet, in all it's planning and time, had yet to get proper range to the city and would need to in order to properly engage their targets. Each ship would bring up a cannon and fire a single shot, 13 large booms and 13 large cannon balls lanced out in the town.

[Acerbez]

Collaring the Tainya of Magata: Ocuil Prefecture. (past tense)

The fortress city of Magata, the seat of power within Ocuil, the province east of Na'Ix, had been a seat of a dissenting Tainya. Not Content with the dissolution of the age long benefits the Tainya enjoyed for the sake of establishing the Tlatcani restorations (Imperial sovereignty) Tainya Moye'xica resorted to consolidating his own followers to raise arms against the Tlatcani. Aside him in spirit but far in proximity were the Tainya of Totochtin, Yanari of Calacoayan, Xo'kha of Ehecah, Tiko'Nara of North east of Huitzna. Calacoayan's foremost isle itself now in a protracted skirmish for tithes while Tiko'Nara next in line to be culled.

Reigning in the dissenting chieftain was a task given to the Nahualli-Tlahtoani's son, Na'Ix Tehua'mei, and swiftly was it to be done. Magata itself was a fortress city nestled between the 2 large river subsidiaries in Ocuil, a defensive powerhouse amply supplied and difficult to penetrate. Magata's preservation forces were heavily outnumbered but counted upon the fortress to protect them. Battles and skirmishes had been fought to push the Tainya preservationists until the climax of the Fortress seat itself was besieged. Settled upon one of the rivers, Magata constructed parameters to use the river to its advantage by building around the river itself, utlizing dams and irrigation along with gates to secure its natural benefits. This however had been it's Achille's heel.

While the Preservation force's Main camp had been on the southern banks of the river, they kept an open line to the front entrance of Magata and sealed off any other direct means of entry. The introduction of the new Pneumatic rifle developed by the Oaxi's native Magi-neers proved fruitful and allowed constant harassment by "Yellow feather" scout troops to wreak near silent havoc upon the camped preservation forces by night. Depriving them of security and peace of mind, it was relatively easy to puppeteer the thrashing of the preservation force's wrath- a distraught host desperate to shake off the constant pressure. Naturally they sought to break out and rallied an attack from their own defenses. Their enveloped attention with establishing camp security allowed small force to circumvent the river's south-west border and make to the rear where engineers constructed a series of dams to withhold the constant rain's fury.

The preservation forces were met by a now fortified Tlatcani defense and effectively had the tables turned on them, they had become the offensive against a defender. Cavalry was cut down by volleys of small platoons firing these new weapons, infantry ambushed by hidden archers and assailed by mazes of punji-pits when they would turn to reciprocate. The Tainya enraged, marshaled his men forward despite morale plummeting and loss of life. All the while, Magata itself would receive a ploy, that they take notice of the city's river had begun to shrink and that they would be overcome with a torrent had they not surrendered, the missive delivered by Na'ix Tehua'mei himself and a host of 200 Leopard monitor cavalry.

The Rain was merciless, showering the horizon with shifting veil of grey against the purple twilight that was the Oaxi.
Na'ix Tehua'mei stood at the foot of the fortress grimly in ceremonial armor attire, his feathered headdress and banded armor deflecting the Xolotl's sky tears. It is said in legend that the Oaxi is home to Xolotl, the thunder his cries, the rain his tears, and the clouded twilight because his eye's wince to the world.

It is believed that this era is the 6th sun, and Xolotl weeps in sorrow for the prophecy of it's inevitable end. Consigned to guide the Sun to it's very end, that the Acerbeza along with Xolotl himself must usher their earthly siblings to sacrifice for the coming of the 7th Sun.

Lightning cracked in the sky above, reflecting light off of Tehua's silhouette as he claimed the attention of his audience along the ramparts.

"Maztauh, momecaxicol otitlalililoc- In muztla, in uiptla. Ixtlapal, nacacic, Tainya Moye'xica Tzonpachpul, cuitlanexpul. Ca no iuh Acerbeza, ic aoaloya! In aquin cauilquixtia in itatzin inantzin- anozo in itlatoeauh, in itepaehoeauh. Iuh Acerbeza, Mitzoalixtlapalítztica, mitzoalnacazitztica. In itconi, in mamaloni, in tecuexanco, in temamaloazco yetiuh. Onpopouh, onixtlauh inic monantzin, inic motatzin. cenca toneoatinemi in noyollo, in nonaeayo. Atlei noteeh monequi, atlei In notlaqual, atlel In notzotzoma? Anezcalicayotl, xolopicayotl.

Texillan, tetozcatlan oquiz- Ihiyo, itlatol. 'Nextepeoalli, otlamaxalli nicnonantia, nicnotatia?' Acan atl ic timaltiz, ic timochipaoaz."


(I come before you in heron-headress, you in your jacket of ropes- You are trapped, so listening is opportune. Obliquely and askance, you're warned. The Tainya Moye'xica blemishes his following with filth and by being unkept. The Very same man who ridicules his mother and father in shame! He ridicules his Tlatoani and Tlatcani- all who know, know now, he is reprimanded for such. You're ancestors, they too look at you from a sidelong distance, from the corner of their eyes. You- Born of their arm and back, carried on the mantle, and cradled of their arms. With this, your mother and father have discharged their duties, fulfilled their obligations. But they peer at your heart and bodies that have afflicted your thoughts with misperception. You are deprived of nothing yet you give your ancestor's nothing. Nothing in their sustenance and nothing in their rags? You're the first to ill-breed stupidity, humiliation.

From their entrails, from their very throat's i come forth- with their breath and their word's. 'Will you consign them to perdition as mere garbage along the crossroads?' You've been warned, there is no water anywhere in this world in which you could wash or cleanse yourself."

Speaking in hyperbole but nonetheless poetically, which was the Acerbeza way- the message was quite clear. The city were to be washed away should they correct their error or at the very least defect from those that had wronged. Fully believing the river was domesticated to Tehua'mei's whims, Magata began to revolt and chaos ensued.

The Tainya, Moye'Xica, in the heat of battle and mentally exhausted from the month of harassment had failed to realize his seat of power was being assailed. In the midst of war he called out for Tehua'mei to meet him in ceremonial challenge but was met with no answer, believing cowardice was the reason. Met with snickering taunts, The Tainya fully indulged himself to the peak of his bloodletting magics and was a force of nature on the field in his own right. Slaying dozens of elite and Toyec blood priests who could not match his skill. In his red-tinted rage however, he failed to take notice of his men falling victim to panic and death until he was the last man standing, surrounded. A wounded beast, a man who propelled to near beast-hood by bloodrite- an enlarged mass of muscle and sinew and tusked maw with protruding bone from his appendages was in his dying moments. Leaking the very life force he needed to subside, and unable to indulge on the force of others- obstacled by wall of elongated partisan like polearms... The Tainya let loose his muscle tension and accepted his fate, happily dying for his cause... Partially impaling himself and partially impaled- Ocuil was brought to heel.

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The Oaxi Highlands

The Capital of Ix'Ka was undergoing various projects in itself to better accommodate the changes the empire was participating in. The Calpolli's coordinating public works and assessing the common perception towards moving forward while the Toyecnemilitzli faith's clergy established the Iztaya , a faith-para-militant organization that sought to enforce the religious aspects of society and ensure Acerbeza Law and culture was maintained in it's citizen throughout the empire. The plethora of resources and changes were seen as boon for the changes were yielding great gains and advancements to infrastructure and military. The Cozoma cadre harnessing methods to bring light from processing methods of "fire water" had begun equipping the city of Zyapan with street lighting, Zyapan being the most prosperous trade section for the Tlatcani Covenants to be a beacon of their industrialization efforts. However at face value, things were amicable... Behind the mask however, were more dubious schemes at work.

A vaulted tablet under examination, un-earthed from Yecatl, had surfaced and was being studied by the priesthood to decipher it's secrets. The Yecatl people heavily identified with their patron lord of mercantilism and commerce and perhaps this discovery attributed to the growing economy of the nation by sake of omen... The Sister of the Nahaulli-Tlatoani, was extremely vested in her interests regarding the tablet. Na'ix Koa'Xa, a high priestess of Coatlique went about this discovery with far more intrigue than the Tlahtoani himself. In his ambition's he sought to extend the reach of Acerbeza upon the world, as did she- their methods would prove to be wholly different.

Claiming to have deciphered the Tablet, Koa'Xa would bring the news to her brother- a gateway to the realm of Gods themselves. Divulging the finding only onto him and none other, she would brief him on the extensive ritual that was required; the extensive sacrifice necessary to achieve this great feat. As both the Tlatoani's children were absent from the Capital, Oboro unknowingly held in the northern wastes, and Tehua'mei en route to the Calacoayan prefecture to cull the Tainya refusing tithes, King and Queen-Regent were the sole authority over the realm.

The Ritual Calling for the bloodletting of nobility and souls of pious devotion, Na'ix Koa'Xa navigated her ploy meticulously stealing those that posed the largest threat for the ritual. Behind closed doors, a Tlatcani decree would be issued that Koa'Xa was acting authority throughout the Witch King's absence... By the 13 individuals who entered the temple chambers nestled into the mountains of Cemiac, Na'Ix Koa'Xa was the only one who walked out... Within her possession were 6 articles of jewelry tucked away in a satin bag, The Nahualli-Tlatoani unknown when he would return.

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To Volkstrad

The circumstances of the off-balanced Almarian Empire were somewhat known to the immediate world, rumors and whispers among merchants and slaves of Almaria and Acerbez alike. Whispers that made their way all the way to the Quetzal bay and further beyond to the ear's of the High chambers of the Covenant. The Almarian Empire was somewhat kindred in the global political landscape for it's sovereign right and an adversary not sought to be directly trifled with due to the integrated maritime and land trade networks that the Cadres and Merchants had individually established. The Dama autonomy preceded itself in reputation however, and like any other nation had favorable partners and less favored go-to's.

The Concept of any sort of revolution was distasteful to hear about in any scenario or light and the notion that any type of ideal could spill forth and smudge its neighbor's was an afflicting ailment any imperial power should seek to nip in the bud whether it was itself or an immediate neighbor. These developments prompted swift action to be taken on the first and second isles of the Calacoayan chain, but also that of Yecatl, the border of Almaria and Acerbez. The regions would see the reinforcement or overall construction of fortifications in strategic areas in the event of a hostile force spilling forth- however a missive would be sent to "The emperor of Almaria, Farhas I"

Greetings Soverign of Almaria, Farhas I.

I, Empress-Regent, Na'Ix Koa'Xa, Tlatcani of Oaxi, Centzon, and Huetzi, wish to extenuate our understanding of sovereign responsibility for not only ourselves- but our neighbors. Whispers among the common people have corporealized themselves and gave birth to rumor that particular "Dama" within your imperial jurisdiction are dissatisfied with various policy or tradition you as an Emperor standby. Although i have not a doubt in my soul, any circumstance regarding any such dissidence will be magnanimously brought to heel- i wish to console my support in such a way that the rightful individuals maintain their rightful securities. Should their be any instance or propagation of dissidence finding it's way to Acerbez, sharing this knowledge between your parties and that of Acerbeza, I Believe will produce amicable results in the dissolution of "rebellious" infrequencies.

Furthermore, For the security of the Tlatcani Covenants, we will be limiting only our port's of recieiving for Almarian Mercantilism and commerce to the Ports of Itonen, Elexohua, and The Calacoayan isles. Should you decide similar measures are necessary, no ill-will will come of it as i hope none come from this developement. As reassurance however, The Tlatcani are willing to openly support Almarian undertakings and provide ample means of supplying lumber, ore, and the same spice/foodstuff commodities as we always have on request- further discounting the value should the Volkstradi find themselves in need of "larger quantity". Should there be any other stipulations that require discussion, The Tlatcani are open eared.

I Prey Xolotl bless your endeavors,
Na'ix Koa'Xa.

Further preparations would begin to see to it that both Tlatcani and Tlacotin (peasantry/slaves/serfs) were prepared for the oncoming developments.

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To Togeria

To Acer
"I see you wear your age with honesty."Khya commented as he picked his Okazi, taking note of how he spoke to the creature. "Speed is nothing without energy." She exclaimed briefly before taking head and leading the pair out of the farm. As Pahuel would set with his mount one would take note of the difference between the okazi and regular steeds of Kaza. The frame of the bird would be small as to be expected with the saddle given doing lit to steady the light rocking of the saddle back and forth. It would be for this reason many riders rode without such a piece of equipment though Khya would be the one to recommend it due to Pahuel's lack of experience and familiarity with the bird.

The next difference would be the speed, even though an older bird and slower than Aedna the okazi Pahuel steered pushed forward with great stamina and the vitality of its younger easily keeping pace with Aedna and Khya despite lagging behind some feet. The two birds would jog speedily for near an hour before Khya would direct them to a stream, Aedna would sip from the freshwater while Khya would take the time to pull a piece of paper from her belongings, a map.

"Heignareika will not be a long trip, especially with the endurance of your 'kazi." She said looking at old bird with a confident smile on her face. "I suppose I would betray the last of my Almarian blood if I did not tell you our purpose at Heignareika, we will be arriving to meet with my sister." She said."I apologize for my lack of informing. Will you still accompany me?"

"Age humbles the fire in us all, My friend". Pahuel mentioned merrily. The saddle certainly made the new experience manageable as his own age didnt take kindly to the effort needed to ride without. Reaching the stream to rest and tend to the steed's was not unwanted as Pahuel took in his surroundings. At the very same time, his fowl had returned, finding him and as expected had no return message. His kin were still distraught at his leave but did little to convince their elder otherwise.

"I do not mind the journey, Khya. It has been longer than i recall since ive left the vicinity of Centzon." The change of the land was subtle but at the same time very pronounced, 'an ant see's very little one would say.' Further now how even the tree's and fauna were changing, Pahuel enjoyed the scenic route.

Peeking his interest, Pahuel wondered what exactly Khya meant by 'her purpose'. Her firebrand aura indicated that she was no mere commoner, hopefully not a bandit ploying as a helpful friend. "Ahhh, certainly..." Pahuel had taken a seat just above the bank while his Khazi continued to sip carefree. "Your sister? How much alike are the 2 of you? I must say though, do not fret about my whims, Khya. I am enjoying the journey much more than you know... One must travel and indulge in what nature miraculously gives to us freely. Although my purpose is to hopefully find a further post that my people can hope to visit and trade along, i am not unaware of... What the earth-mother has to share." Pahuel sighed, feeling almost one with his surroundings, he told himself to be one with the river- every plant and even the air.

"A beautiful land can hide much of it's worries just by distracting us at what it presents at face value... There is much worry in these lands." Pahuel ended by muttering then bellowing "Ah! dont mind me... Senile and old, i am. Talking with nature and such heheh". Pahuel Scratched his back for a moment and then stood up.

"I would be delighted to meet your Kin, Khya." He stated comfortably.

[The Bio-Regional Cooperative of States]

The man felt ashamed that he himself held little remorse for his wife's kin but that a stranger easily expunged her own temper and maintained her balance. He was lost for a moment but this A'coatl was an example to be had- Like Quetzalcoatl himself, she was a "guide". He would keep his thoughts to himself however and plainly watched her take leave.

As Sori (Im guessing thats her proper name?) took to the skies, the small skirmish had continued unabated. The external force was smaller but discernable by its friendly proximity in formation compared to the 9 smaller vessels closer to the docks themselves. The external force was in possession of larger vessels and smaller number but clearly had a "brighter" presence as when it set off cannon volley. Sori would see from time to time, cannon rounds bouncing off the larger vessels but still cause for alarm as the smaller fleet inched its way toward land. As she closed in closer to land, the night sky would do little to hide the various locations on land that were producing not only light but sound. Aside from the skirmish there would be 2 sources onland. The closest larger one, shrouded by the tree line but light escaping through the "cracks" would maintain a steady drum line of instrument. Rhythmic pounding and in sync chanting was heard with an occasional scream like sound forcing itself to be heard by the sea.

Further away from Sori but still visible would be a sort of highland plateau not more than a mile from the docks, among it's tree line was an odd protrusion that gave it's own presence away with flame. A "tower" of a sort.

She would decrease her altitude to just barely graze the top of the trees in order to get a better view when flying above these supposed crowds of people chanting and screaming. A simple thought would come through her head when hearing this: "Barbaric". There were no Chants or Music when the Akiri go to battle, there's always a moment of silence before a battle breaks out, as it could be the last moment of peace for many in war in this realm of existence. Despite these rather racist thoughts, she remains determined in her goal of finding the boy. The naval combat was rather interesting, Akiri Battles often played out alike to this, except cannonballs made it through their target instead of merely bouncing off. Hoping that this boy has some form of common sense, she would assume that he would be farther away from the sites of battle on the island, she would still look within the closer sources of sound though with less hope than the tower that appears about a mile or so away from the coast, as after making passes over these sites of loud noise and battle she would direct herself towards the tower, increasing her speed in order to reach the tower in due time, hoping that she still has time. As a precaution, Sori would draw her spear as she got closer to the Tower, aiming to land directly next to it. Once she has made it, her landing would be near silent as she would let her silence help her locate anyone that could be within or around this structure.

[Togeria]

"My sister is my younger by Zekudo (second born) Aaya is her name, a lovely girl she is, and only am I 5 years her senior. She was studying to be a teacher of the arcane from a young age she had a gift to tap into energies of a higher realm, and when she reached the age to be conscripted into the local army the Dama sensed the need for able bodied battlemages, but she tried to desert and come with me eastward. I was fortunate enough to have had my papers burned when I deserted and more fortunate enough to have crossed into the lesser plains. She was not.

It's been 2 years since I've seen her and now I have the resources I need to facilitate her release." She said with a grin before petting the top of Aedna's head before gripping the reins and directing her westward towards her old home, Heignareika:
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cracking the reins Aedna would speed forth with haste the hilly landscape around them gradually within days smoothing to a relatively flat and prairie-like environment. It would be over these few days that Khya would explain what she knew about magic and her city.

"Heignareika is a new city struggling between existence between Zoura to the west and the mountain lords to the east. Our city lies on the last clutch of great rivers we have left and even now Zoura claims us under their sovereignty, and it is under this pretense that the arcane and the forbidden so shunned and taboo in other provinces has been allowed to thrive in my province. Priest are allowed to conduct forbidden rituals so long as they yield protection, the arcane are allowed to live among the populace but too are conscripted. Our battle mages number that of entire cohorts. It is our one blessing." She ended before picking up the conversation over cooking a day later.

"Magic is harnessed through the spirit or so I was taught. All in theory can use it but in practice only few can ever harness it, my sister when she first showed signs of affinity described it as tiny vibrations waving through skin that grew more and more fluid. The energy was like a wave of water growing and waving more and more until manifest itself."

On the fifth day they would reach Heignareika:
The city itself built upon a singular hill within the Aza valley across from the Great Eura Rivers of Zoura. A top the hill would lay Dama Drako castle with a fortress descending down the hill and into the valley, from here four great walls would extend north, south, east, and west with four additional extending northwest, northeast, southwest, southeast with a wall connecting each point into a hexagonal pattern giving the total size of the city 79 square kilometers. Two more walls would be built one closest to the dama's castle and one in between the two previous walls. Due to the flat earth land would be dug out along the Trezamura (third wall) to further flatten the area with land used to further fortify the Zekudamura (second wall) and Igamura (first/castle wall).

Along each point of the wall a pillar with arcane energy beaming from it could be seen. It acted as a lightning rod for the city with the Eight Archmages of Drako being able to harness the storms with these rods to strike the city's enemies in times of crisis.

14 miles extended from the castle and the first wall, 43 miles making up the spaces between the 1st and 3rd walls and 22 miles making up the outer rim of the city.

Stone would make the architecture of the city small huts made of fire treated earth being common, largely the outer rim was used for immediate farming and defense as Pahuel would see as they brought their mounts to the stables the guard of the city would dressed largely in leather armor with chainmail used along their joints and a small metal rice hat wrapped too in leather covered their heads. They would be armed with a long rifle their ammunition kept in pockets along their belt with a 75 cm machete like blade fastened to their weak side as well.

As they entered the main city they would be greeted by a site of many, the city though small compared to most held a population of 430,000 with 300,000 living within the Zekudamura alone. The arcane and militant culture of the city began to show in the section as along the stone buildings paints of great battles and defeats could be seen however enchanted to give them motion and fluidity. Great colors of red, blue, and yellow clashed against the white stone of the city dancing along it like a spectacle.

Swarms of people could be seen along the city center of the east lines of people only broken by the routine marching of the city militia as they make their patrol only to gather to the next sight of a young mage performing a trick and gaining Veck to make purchase in the city market later.

"My sister is held within a prison within the northeast." She stated, "I'm going to buy a book and than we will free her."

[Communist Volkstrad]

The Imperial Corridor

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The day the Imperial Army would march north would henceforth be known as the "Miracle of Aaya" a reference to the old imperial rulers of better days. The leader of the rebellion Igaro Nazo Euneki a court eunuch was the mastermind of the rebellion. Assembling a small group he and a few among the Togari would strike a blow against the aristocracy of the small village-city of Aelma. In the night, Nazo would stab his master the Igowha (mayor) in the heart, his group soon flooding the aristocrat's home and massacring the inhabitants. By the end the end the group had taken enough weapons to run away the local guard freeing more from the Imperial labor prisons and arming them with a combination of taken weaponry and farming equipment consisting of sickles, shovels, and most sparingly a deadly blade called the Vnfi (Un-fee): a small falchion like tool used farming but only among those only born into their position of Togari or the masters themselves.

When news was relayed that a force was dispatched north, Igaro made no hesitation, calling upon the Togari in his hold numbering a total of 147 people they would begin their march into the southern mountains, crossing through before walking east along mountain facing side of the coastal territory. It would prove advantageous, their army would likely being marching with more men and horses, arches, the dozen, marching through the mountains would put more strain on their forces, and would make any attack possibly from the sea, east, or west.

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Zoura:
The lords of the province would be largely compliant in the searching of their people, it would be among the lower classes that they would see the signs of the dissent. Many soldiers would see a general untrust among the ranks of the peasants many only answering questions raised to them in brief and stoic tones.

Their ranks would also encounter entire lines of these men being forced to march their numbers hundreds strong along the roads with a Igztatza (captain) leading them to camps along the countryside.

These strange lines of marching men would be of great interest to the inspectors, as they carried out their work. Whenever possible, questions would be asked regarding the nature of these camps and the reasoning behind the march. Further, with initial questioning done, most of the open investigation would cease, leaving only outriders disguised as commoners behind to watch how the peasants react in the soldiers' absence.

The marines fell with out the slightest of groans Their rifles clattering to the ground. Just accordingly to plan for the hidden attackers. Even the sergeant would feel the sing of the bolt impact his rear.

With a groan, he fell too.

The last marine was a man of stout figure, one who held out just a little longer then his companions, and one who, unfortunately, took little care for his recently re-issued rifle, disliking the old thing and often neglected it. This would come as a single boon to the invading force, how ever, when the impact of the rifle caused the old and mistreated safety peg with in the rifle to fail, releasing the spring holding the hammer back and firing the .58 musket.

The ball would impact the governor's desk, right about the man's left foot.


This would serve as a single, nearly unintelligible warning to drift down the empty streets and down to the docks, were the sole marine stood. The young private would be, well, scared. The empty night, alone and watching over the sole boat back to the fleet, did little to ease his nerves.

What was that? It almost sounded like...gunfire? A single shot, or rather the echo of it, drift down the empty avenue.

In his fear, he did not think of whether or not it was a fluke, a door slamming too loudly, or a crate being dropped. In his haste, his fear, the young private raised his rifle, cocked the hammer, and fired.


The black night was pierced by the crack of a single gunshot, alerting all to its location and to the fleet, of plan B.

The Fleet, in all it's planning and time, had yet to get proper range to the city and would need to in order to properly engage their targets. Each ship would bring up a cannon and fire a single shot, 13 large booms and 13 large cannon balls lanced out in the town.

A universal curse went up among all of the sentries. This was not going according to plan. However, things weren't completely out of their hands yet.

Most of the civilian population had already been moved out, as soon as the strangers had been spotted. Sentries began to stir, raising alarms to get the rest of the people moving out of the town. Several sentries then moved out to the docks to finish off the flighty marine who had signalled the fleet. Also, men would begin to gather up barrels of gunpowder and haul them towards the docks a bit behind the guardsmen, intending to render them unusable.

As the remaining civilians were being evacuated, the Mayor gave out an order: leave nothing for the invaders to pillage. All the food and supplies were to be set to the torch, and all of the flammable buildings were to be burned as well. The only thing that was to be left was the Cathedral, standing above it all.

Further, all of the horses held by the town's government were immediately given to messengers, who were to ride to inform the Lord of the invasion, and to tell all they passed to prepare for the counterstrike.

There was no point in engaging the enemy now, that their planned first blow had failed, but if nothing else, they could deny them a stand-up battle, and deny them the spoils of their victory.

Collaring the Tainya of Magata: Ocuil Prefecture. (past tense)

The fortress city of Magata, the seat of power within Ocuil, the province east of Na'Ix, had been a seat of a dissenting Tainya. Not Content with the dissolution of the age long benefits the Tainya enjoyed for the sake of establishing the Tlatcani restorations (Imperial sovereignty) Tainya Moye'xica resorted to consolidating his own followers to raise arms against the Tlatcani. Aside him in spirit but far in proximity were the Tainya of Totochtin, Yanari of Calacoayan, Xo'kha of Ehecah, Tiko'Nara of North east of Huitzna. Calacoayan's foremost isle itself now in a protracted skirmish for tithes while Tiko'Nara next in line to be culled.

Reigning in the dissenting chieftain was a task given to the Nahualli-Tlahtoani's son, Na'Ix Tehua'mei, and swiftly was it to be done. Magata itself was a fortress city nestled between the 2 large river subsidiaries in Ocuil, a defensive powerhouse amply supplied and difficult to penetrate. Magata's preservation forces were heavily outnumbered but counted upon the fortress to protect them. Battles and skirmishes had been fought to push the Tainya preservationists until the climax of the Fortress seat itself was besieged. Settled upon one of the rivers, Magata constructed parameters to use the river to its advantage by building around the river itself, utlizing dams and irrigation along with gates to secure its natural benefits. This however had been it's Achille's heel.

While the Preservation force's Main camp had been on the southern banks of the river, they kept an open line to the front entrance of Magata and sealed off any other direct means of entry. The introduction of the new Pneumatic rifle developed by the Oaxi's native Magi-neers proved fruitful and allowed constant harassment by "Yellow feather" scout troops to wreak near silent havoc upon the camped preservation forces by night. Depriving them of security and peace of mind, it was relatively easy to puppeteer the thrashing of the preservation force's wrath- a distraught host desperate to shake off the constant pressure. Naturally they sought to break out and rallied an attack from their own defenses. Their enveloped attention with establishing camp security allowed small force to circumvent the river's south-west border and make to the rear where engineers constructed a series of dams to withhold the constant rain's fury.

The preservation forces were met by a now fortified Tlatcani defense and effectively had the tables turned on them, they had become the offensive against a defender. Cavalry was cut down by volleys of small platoons firing these new weapons, infantry ambushed by hidden archers and assailed by mazes of punji-pits when they would turn to reciprocate. The Tainya enraged, marshaled his men forward despite morale plummeting and loss of life. All the while, Magata itself would receive a ploy, that they take notice of the city's river had begun to shrink and that they would be overcome with a torrent had they not surrendered, the missive delivered by Na'ix Tehua'mei himself and a host of 200 Leopard monitor cavalry.

The Rain was merciless, showering the horizon with shifting veil of grey against the purple twilight that was the Oaxi.
Na'ix Tehua'mei stood at the foot of the fortress grimly in ceremonial armor attire, his feathered headdress and banded armor deflecting the Xolotl's sky tears. It is said in legend that the Oaxi is home to Xolotl, the thunder his cries, the rain his tears, and the clouded twilight because his eye's wince to the world.

It is believed that this era is the 6th sun, and Xolotl weeps in sorrow for the prophecy of it's inevitable end. Consigned to guide the Sun to it's very end, that the Acerbeza along with Xolotl himself must usher their earthly siblings to sacrifice for the coming of the 7th Sun.

Lightning cracked in the sky above, reflecting light off of Tehua's silhouette as he claimed the attention of his audience along the ramparts.

"Maztauh, momecaxicol otitlalililoc- In muztla, in uiptla. Ixtlapal, nacacic, Tainya Moye'xica Tzonpachpul, cuitlanexpul. Ca no iuh Acerbeza, ic aoaloya! In aquin cauilquixtia in itatzin inantzin- anozo in itlatoeauh, in itepaehoeauh. Iuh Acerbeza, Mitzoalixtlapalítztica, mitzoalnacazitztica. In itconi, in mamaloni, in tecuexanco, in temamaloazco yetiuh. Onpopouh, onixtlauh inic monantzin, inic motatzin. cenca toneoatinemi in noyollo, in nonaeayo. Atlei noteeh monequi, atlei In notlaqual, atlel In notzotzoma? Anezcalicayotl, xolopicayotl.

Texillan, tetozcatlan oquiz- Ihiyo, itlatol. 'Nextepeoalli, otlamaxalli nicnonantia, nicnotatia?' Acan atl ic timaltiz, ic timochipaoaz."


(I come before you in heron-headress, you in your jacket of ropes- You are trapped, so listening is opportune. Obliquely and askance, you're warned. The Tainya Moye'xica blemishes his following with filth and by being unkept. The Very same man who ridicules his mother and father in shame! He ridicules his Tlatoani and Tlatcani- all who know, know now, he is reprimanded for such. You're ancestors, they too look at you from a sidelong distance, from the corner of their eyes. You- Born of their arm and back, carried on the mantle, and cradled of their arms. With this, your mother and father have discharged their duties, fulfilled their obligations. But they peer at your heart and bodies that have afflicted your thoughts with misperception. You are deprived of nothing yet you give your ancestor's nothing. Nothing in their sustenance and nothing in their rags? You're the first to ill-breed stupidity, humiliation.

From their entrails, from their very throat's i come forth- with their breath and their word's. 'Will you consign them to perdition as mere garbage along the crossroads?' You've been warned, there is no water anywhere in this world in which you could wash or cleanse yourself."

Speaking in hyperbole but nonetheless poetically, which was the Acerbeza way- the message was quite clear. The city were to be washed away should they correct their error or at the very least defect from those that had wronged. Fully believing the river was domesticated to Tehua'mei's whims, Magata began to revolt and chaos ensued.

The Tainya, Moye'Xica, in the heat of battle and mentally exhausted from the month of harassment had failed to realize his seat of power was being assailed. In the midst of war he called out for Tehua'mei to meet him in ceremonial challenge but was met with no answer, believing cowardice was the reason. Met with snickering taunts, The Tainya fully indulged himself to the peak of his bloodletting magics and was a force of nature on the field in his own right. Slaying dozens of elite and Toyec blood priests who could not match his skill. In his red-tinted rage however, he failed to take notice of his men falling victim to panic and death until he was the last man standing, surrounded. A wounded beast, a man who propelled to near beast-hood by bloodrite- an enlarged mass of muscle and sinew and tusked maw with protruding bone from his appendages was in his dying moments. Leaking the very life force he needed to subside, and unable to indulge on the force of others- obstacled by wall of elongated partisan like polearms... The Tainya let loose his muscle tension and accepted his fate, happily dying for his cause... Partially impaling himself and partially impaled- Ocuil was brought to heel.

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The Oaxi Highlands

The Capital of Ix'Ka was undergoing various projects in itself to better accommodate the changes the empire was participating in. The Calpolli's coordinating public works and assessing the common perception towards moving forward while the Toyecnemilitzli faith's clergy established the Iztaya , a faith-para-militant organization that sought to enforce the religious aspects of society and ensure Acerbeza Law and culture was maintained in it's citizen throughout the empire. The plethora of resources and changes were seen as boon for the changes were yielding great gains and advancements to infrastructure and military. The Cozoma cadre harnessing methods to bring light from processing methods of "fire water" had begun equipping the city of Zyapan with street lighting, Zyapan being the most prosperous trade section for the Tlatcani Covenants to be a beacon of their industrialization efforts. However at face value, things were amicable... Behind the mask however, were more dubious schemes at work.

A vaulted tablet under examination, un-earthed from Yecatl, had surfaced and was being studied by the priesthood to decipher it's secrets. The Yecatl people heavily identified with their patron lord of mercantilism and commerce and perhaps this discovery attributed to the growing economy of the nation by sake of omen... The Sister of the Nahaulli-Tlatoani, was extremely vested in her interests regarding the tablet. Na'ix Koa'Xa, a high priestess of Coatlique went about this discovery with far more intrigue than the Tlahtoani himself. In his ambition's he sought to extend the reach of Acerbeza upon the world, as did she- their methods would prove to be wholly different.

Claiming to have deciphered the Tablet, Koa'Xa would bring the news to her brother- a gateway to the realm of Gods themselves. Divulging the finding only onto him and none other, she would brief him on the extensive ritual that was required; the extensive sacrifice necessary to achieve this great feat. As both the Tlatoani's children were absent from the Capital, Oboro unknowingly held in the northern wastes, and Tehua'mei en route to the Calacoayan prefecture to cull the Tainya refusing tithes, King and Queen-Regent were the sole authority over the realm.

The Ritual Calling for the bloodletting of nobility and souls of pious devotion, Na'ix Koa'Xa navigated her ploy meticulously stealing those that posed the largest threat for the ritual. Behind closed doors, a Tlatcani decree would be issued that Koa'Xa was acting authority throughout the Witch King's absence... By the 13 individuals who entered the temple chambers nestled into the mountains of Cemiac, Na'Ix Koa'Xa was the only one who walked out... Within her possession were 6 articles of jewelry tucked away in a satin bag, The Nahualli-Tlatoani unknown when he would return.

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To Volkstrad

The circumstances of the off-balanced Almarian Empire were somewhat known to the immediate world, rumors and whispers among merchants and slaves of Almaria and Acerbez alike. Whispers that made their way all the way to the Quetzal bay and further beyond to the ear's of the High chambers of the Covenant. The Almarian Empire was somewhat kindred in the global political landscape for it's sovereign right and an adversary not sought to be directly trifled with due to the integrated maritime and land trade networks that the Cadres and Merchants had individually established. The Dama autonomy preceded itself in reputation however, and like any other nation had favorable partners and less favored go-to's.

The Concept of any sort of revolution was distasteful to hear about in any scenario or light and the notion that any type of ideal could spill forth and smudge its neighbor's was an afflicting ailment any imperial power should seek to nip in the bud whether it was itself or an immediate neighbor. These developments prompted swift action to be taken on the first and second isles of the Calacoayan chain, but also that of Yecatl, the border of Almaria and Acerbez. The regions would see the reinforcement or overall construction of fortifications in strategic areas in the event of a hostile force spilling forth- however a missive would be sent to "The emperor of Almaria, Farhas I"

Greetings Soverign of Almaria, Farhas I.

I, Empress-Regent, Na'Ix Koa'Xa, Tlatcani of Oaxi, Centzon, and Huetzi, wish to extenuate our understanding of sovereign responsibility for not only ourselves- but our neighbors. Whispers among the common people have corporealized themselves and gave birth to rumor that particular "Dama" within your imperial jurisdiction are dissatisfied with various policy or tradition you as an Emperor standby. Although i have not a doubt in my soul, any circumstance regarding any such dissidence will be magnanimously brought to heel- i wish to console my support in such a way that the rightful individuals maintain their rightful securities. Should their be any instance or propagation of dissidence finding it's way to Acerbez, sharing this knowledge between your parties and that of Acerbeza, I Believe will produce amicable results in the dissolution of "rebellious" infrequencies.

Furthermore, For the security of the Tlatcani Covenants, we will be limiting only our port's of recieiving for Almarian Mercantilism and commerce to the Ports of Itonen, Elexohua, and The Calacoayan isles. Should you decide similar measures are necessary, no ill-will will come of it as i hope none come from this developement. As reassurance however, The Tlatcani are willing to openly support Almarian undertakings and provide ample means of supplying lumber, ore, and the same spice/foodstuff commodities as we always have on request- further discounting the value should the Volkstradi find themselves in need of "larger quantity". Should there be any other stipulations that require discussion, The Tlatcani are open eared.

I Prey Xolotl bless your endeavors,
Na'ix Koa'Xa.

Further preparations would begin to see to it that both Tlatcani and Tlacotin (peasantry/slaves/serfs) were prepared for the oncoming developments.

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To Togeria

To Acer
"I see you wear your age with honesty."Khya commented as he picked his Okazi, taking note of how he spoke to the creature. "Speed is nothing without energy." She exclaimed briefly before taking head and leading the pair out of the farm. As Pahuel would set with his mount one would take note of the difference between the okazi and regular steeds of Kaza. The frame of the bird would be small as to be expected with the saddle given doing lit to steady the light rocking of the saddle back and forth. It would be for this reason many riders rode without such a piece of equipment though Khya would be the one to recommend it due to Pahuel's lack of experience and familiarity with the bird.

The next difference would be the speed, even though an older bird and slower than Aedna the okazi Pahuel steered pushed forward with great stamina and the vitality of its younger easily keeping pace with Aedna and Khya despite lagging behind some feet. The two birds would jog speedily for near an hour before Khya would direct them to a stream, Aedna would sip from the freshwater while Khya would take the time to pull a piece of paper from her belongings, a map.

"Heignareika will not be a long trip, especially with the endurance of your 'kazi." She said looking at old bird with a confident smile on her face. "I suppose I would betray the last of my Almarian blood if I did not tell you our purpose at Heignareika, we will be arriving to meet with my sister." She said."I apologize for my lack of informing. Will you still accompany me?"

"Age humbles the fire in us all, My friend". Pahuel mentioned merrily. The saddle certainly made the new experience manageable as his own age didnt take kindly to the effort needed to ride without. Reaching the stream to rest and tend to the steed's was not unwanted as Pahuel took in his surroundings. At the very same time, his fowl had returned, finding him and as expected had no return message. His kin were still distraught at his leave but did little to convince their elder otherwise.

"I do not mind the journey, Khya. It has been longer than i recall since ive left the vicinity of Centzon." The change of the land was subtle but at the same time very pronounced, 'an ant see's very little one would say.' Further now how even the tree's and fauna were changing, Pahuel enjoyed the scenic route.

Peeking his interest, Pahuel wondered what exactly Khya meant by 'her purpose'. Her firebrand aura indicated that she was no mere commoner, hopefully not a bandit ploying as a helpful friend. "Ahhh, certainly..." Pahuel had taken a seat just above the bank while his Khazi continued to sip carefree. "Your sister? How much alike are the 2 of you? I must say though, do not fret about my whims, Khya. I am enjoying the journey much more than you know... One must travel and indulge in what nature miraculously gives to us freely. Although my purpose is to hopefully find a further post that my people can hope to visit and trade along, i am not unaware of... What the earth-mother has to share." Pahuel sighed, feeling almost one with his surroundings, he told himself to be one with the river- every plant and even the air.

"A beautiful land can hide much of it's worries just by distracting us at what it presents at face value... There is much worry in these lands." Pahuel ended by muttering then bellowing "Ah! dont mind me... Senile and old, i am. Talking with nature and such heheh". Pahuel Scratched his back for a moment and then stood up.

"I would be delighted to meet your Kin, Khya." He stated comfortably.

The Emperor, upon receiving the letter, would send his reply.

"Hail, Empress of Acerbez,

As Sovereign of Almaria, I give my gratitude to your generosity in this matter. It is good that others of this land understand the importance and severity of such foolish ideals taking root in the minds of the lowborn. It is, of course, irrational and arrogant to assume that we mere mortals have any right at all to question the station in which we were reborn, and and yet more-so to question that of one's superiors. To allow such madness to spread would, of course, be a threat to all civilized peoples of Aeterna.

At this time, I ask only of you that, should the upstarts attempt to secure routes in the lands of the Acerbi, as to avoid our swift retribution, that you bring justice to the rebels as you see fit. This is the most I would ask of you, in this internal affair of ours. I respect your decision to limit port access, for this disease of revolt is not one to be taken lightly, and it is one that knows no borders.

Eo Da Andelae Asvoare,
Farhas I

[Togeria]

To Volkstrad:
When questioned the captains would answer on behalf of the men,"The Emperor is demanding these rebellions be put down, we're strengthening his arm." They would utter before continuing on with their march. Once satisfied with the numbers resting within their camps the officers would begin to put the peasants to work. The majority would be assigned to maintenance and forgery, this was necessary as many of peasants softened by decades of peace were now barely able to sustain a militia much less an army.

Those with professions within metallurgy and arms would be put to work developing the weapons of the New Army, which showed the first distinct difference from the older model the weaponry would consist almost exclusively of long rifles, spears, small swords (mentioned previously), and shields. Heavy weaponry such as artillery are supplied by the Dama and any other weaponry being allowed to walked onto the premises as long as it is first turned into the camp guard.

The tailors and doctors would be tasked with handling uniforms and medical supplies with other labor being assigned at random.

When the peasants marched into the camp they would be stripped of their belongings save their clothing and assigned to one of 5 quarters capable of housing 20 people. The men would be tasked with constructing their own housing giving material to building tents and other housing units. The men would than be assigned to their most basic unit the Quinta (5 men) consisting of 4 recruits (Igaztazi) and one captain (Oztazi). In they would than begin basic training which consisted of familiarizing themselves with their Quinta, equipment, taking orders, and building discipline. With every fifth man being assigned a rifle these men would be drilled the hardest over the coming days and weeks.

The coming weeks see scheduled 14 weeks of basic training with 75 days of training to refine the peasantry into a proficient force. The riflemen would be organized to fire first in line of the spear and sword men in back separated into Bykampes (50 men).

Further units would be trained in their roles as further and further the vision of the Dama's new army began to take fruition.

[Acerbez]

To Cas

She would decrease her altitude to just barely graze the top of the trees in order to get a better view when flying above these supposed crowds of people chanting and screaming. A simple thought would come through her head when hearing this: "Barbaric". There were no Chants or Music when the Akiri go to battle, there's always a moment of silence before a battle breaks out, as it could be the last moment of peace for many in war in this realm of existence. Despite these rather racist thoughts, she remains determined in her goal of finding the boy. The naval combat was rather interesting, Akiri Battles often played out alike to this, except cannonballs made it through their target instead of merely bouncing off. Hoping that this boy has some form of common sense, she would assume that he would be farther away from the sites of battle on the island, she would still look within the closer sources of sound though with less hope than the tower that appears about a mile or so away from the coast, as after making passes over these sites of loud noise and battle she would direct herself towards the tower, increasing her speed in order to reach the tower in due time, hoping that she still has time. As a precaution, Sori would draw her spear as she got closer to the Tower, aiming to land directly next to it. Once she has made it, her landing would be near silent as she would let her silence help her locate anyone that could be within or around this structure.

Sori was rightly critical of the foreigners, undoubtedly their mannerism and tact was unlike the Akiri. It eluded her that the screaming sounds were musical instruments, whistles with the intent to saturate the soon-to-be field with death before death truly fell upon it's soil. However, the chanting was in a desperate attempt to maintain morale, to invigorate the the Tainya of Ti'yuan's (the 3rd isle of the Calacoayan) soldiers. If they were to repel the Tlatcani van forces and their superior vessels, they must best them on land. Ever ready to take the conflict to the beachhead.

Death was a celebration, the passing to Mictlan, a death in battle meant that one would circumvent the 9 trials of Mictlantecuhtli and awake in the amber fields with one's honorable ancestors. Only death of a Mother in child birth circumvented this trial, otherwise all made this journey.

"Tlaxailia! Nanquilih! Tlaxailia! Nanquilih! Tlaxailia! Nanquilih!" was the chant Sori would hear repeatedly.
(He who throws! I am to Answer!)

The flotilla of ships were no match to their Tlatcani counterparts. Having had a large portion of Tlatcani loyalists desert the Tainya, his situation was for certain unsettling to those literally aware. The gathered mobs were at the very least were organized, formatted into division. Lightly armored and equipped with Macuahuitl blades and shields. Sori would catch a glimpse of a raised stage the formations stood in attention to with 4 large burning braziers illuminating its own position and also contributing to her stealth in the sky by sheer lack of attention. It was certainly a rally but none resembled the boy she was seeking.

The smoking plume that stood alike a shown itself to the coast that Sori made her way to last began to take form. The light itself was guarded by to enlarged faces of colossus, the light itself flickering and dancing along the grounds it touched outside. The temple complex itself was not huge on itself but distinguishable by the architectural effort of stone carving for the faces. Landing and surveying the grounds outside would indicate an obvious groups presence to her.

A group of 6 stood or paced in the vicinity of the entrance, clearly guarding it. They wore headbands and had strands of braided hair while their top dress resembled a wide collar where one arm was unsleeved (some sleeved). Their trousers were high waisted wrapped by a sash however their anklets had been rolled up and exposed simple sandals with an odd frontal curvature. Their helmets or hats slung to their necks as they clutched long polearms similar to Sori's own spear- some were pronged and others not; or Macuahutil blades. (Just think tribal Kimono esque as Calacoayan is a huge mix of Huetzi and Cenzton cultures)

A Small pitch that had its own fire illuminated the front and had stool like seats that no one had seated in revealed nothing of the boy Sori searched for. In its proximity were small banner like flags placed and small idols of little importance to the Akiri. She could however hear windpipe instruments playing from inside the temple she arrived at in a slow pitched melody and the smell of burnt flesh enshrouded her and the surrounding if she was familiar with it.

The men had not noticed Sori's arrival... She was however greeted with the sound of a quick thud as a man wailed, falling down the steps. Evidently spartan kicked from the back by none other than the boy she searched for. Smeared with paint or oil of a sort he was breathing heavily and somewhat panic stricken, armed with a shorter version of the Acerbeza blade- the boy was the only one to notice Sori.

The remaining men moved to apprehend the youth.

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To Togeria

"My sister is my younger by Zekudo (second born) Aaya is her name, a lovely girl she is, and only am I 5 years her senior. She was studying to be a teacher of the arcane from a young age she had a gift to tap into energies of a higher realm, and when she reached the age to be conscripted into the local army the Dama sensed the need for able bodied battlemages, but she tried to desert and come with me eastward. I was fortunate enough to have had my papers burned when I deserted and more fortunate enough to have crossed into the lesser plains. She was not.

It's been 2 years since I've seen her and now I have the resources I need to facilitate her release." She said with a grin before petting the top of Aedna's head before gripping the reins and directing her westward towards her old home, Heignareika:
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cracking the reins Aedna would speed forth with haste the hilly landscape around them gradually within days smoothing to a relatively flat and prairie-like environment. It would be over these few days that Khya would explain what she knew about magic and her city.

"Heignareika is a new city struggling between existence between Zoura to the west and the mountain lords to the east. Our city lies on the last clutch of great rivers we have left and even now Zoura claims us under their sovereignty, and it is under this pretense that the arcane and the forbidden so shunned and taboo in other provinces has been allowed to thrive in my province. Priest are allowed to conduct forbidden rituals so long as they yield protection, the arcane are allowed to live among the populace but too are conscripted. Our battle mages number that of entire cohorts. It is our one blessing." She ended before picking up the conversation over cooking a day later.

"Magic is harnessed through the spirit or so I was taught. All in theory can use it but in practice only few can ever harness it, my sister when she first showed signs of affinity described it as tiny vibrations waving through skin that grew more and more fluid. The energy was like a wave of water growing and waving more and more until manifest itself."

On the fifth day they would reach Heignareika:
The city itself built upon a singular hill within the Aza valley across from the Great Eura Rivers of Zoura. A top the hill would lay Dama Drako castle with a fortress descending down the hill and into the valley, from here four great walls would extend north, south, east, and west with four additional extending northwest, northeast, southwest, southeast with a wall connecting each point into a hexagonal pattern giving the total size of the city 79 square kilometers. Two more walls would be built one closest to the dama's castle and one in between the two previous walls. Due to the flat earth land would be dug out along the Trezamura (third wall) to further flatten the area with land used to further fortify the Zekudamura (second wall) and Igamura (first/castle wall).

Along each point of the wall a pillar with arcane energy beaming from it could be seen. It acted as a lightning rod for the city with the Eight Archmages of Drako being able to harness the storms with these rods to strike the city's enemies in times of crisis.

14 miles extended from the castle and the first wall, 43 miles making up the spaces between the 1st and 3rd walls and 22 miles making up the outer rim of the city.

Stone would make the architecture of the city small huts made of fire treated earth being common, largely the outer rim was used for immediate farming and defense as Pahuel would see as they brought their mounts to the stables the guard of the city would dressed largely in leather armor with chainmail used along their joints and a small metal rice hat wrapped too in leather covered their heads. They would be armed with a long rifle their ammunition kept in pockets along their belt with a 75 cm machete like blade fastened to their weak side as well.

As they entered the main city they would be greeted by a site of many, the city though small compared to most held a population of 430,000 with 300,000 living within the Zekudamura alone. The arcane and militant culture of the city began to show in the section as along the stone buildings paints of great battles and defeats could be seen however enchanted to give them motion and fluidity. Great colors of red, blue, and yellow clashed against the white stone of the city dancing along it like a spectacle.

Swarms of people could be seen along the city center of the east lines of people only broken by the routine marching of the city militia as they make their patrol only to gather to the next sight of a young mage performing a trick and gaining Veck to make purchase in the city market later.

"My sister is held within a prison within the northeast." She stated, "I'm going to buy a book and than we will free her."

The Togari expanses never ceased in their beauty, a cradle of glorious nature in it's own right. Pahuel took kindly to the sunsets, the Yecatl mountains produced their own effect for sunsets but such moments were fleeting, past the mountains however gave Pahuel ample time to take in the slow setting of the sun. Such a trivial thing most would quickly look over.

Being consigned to nature for so long made the view of Heignareika serene in itself, the Totochtin were pinned to the foot of Yecatl and in between the valley and rarely took to the Centzon scrublands. The northern Kouga tribe Covenant were far less tolerable of the Totochtin than the Yecatl- and just as ornery as Tainya Itzian... A common trend among the warrior-culture that was Acerbeza. The Gods do not create nature in straight lines, Heighnareika was a marvel... an Enormous settlement compared to what Pahuel was generally used to. Only when he visited Itonen, the city of Idols in Yecatl, had he seen anything similar in size or construction.

Initially, Pahuel chose not to press the subject of Aaya's fate when Khya first brought it up and instead chose to further inquire and learn more of Togari academics and studies as it truly interested him. The city and culture, most Acerbeza thoroughly enjoyed hearing of other cultures but often had difficulty conceptualizing contrasting points of reference. Khya avoided the odd line of questioning by maintaining the storytelling of the city itself. Pahuel was beginning to understand a subtle if not obvious similarity between Volkstradi and Tlatcani ideals, it was just difficult, The Totochtin were such a small demographic that was difficult for the Oaxi to notice throughout its reformations and the Tainya's dissent did nothing but add "fire water" to the flame.

When discussing the topic of Magics, Pahuel entertained Khya with similar sharing.

"I agree, Magic talent is surely within the soul... It is quite odd to hear you explain it, friend. Haha! Acerbeza believe "Teotl", the soul, saturates one's "Eztli", the blood. Teotl always has some varying degree of influence on Eztli, some more than others but the life force itself is in everyone." Pahuel spoke so sure of himself, as it was his belief. The dual nature of its magnificence overshadowed the harsh truth that Pahuel's knowledge of blood rite magic often brought out more bestial temperaments in it's practitioners, only those with the strongest Teotl maintained their civility when indulging in blood magic. "The God's favor your ancestor's, Khya... Your heritage is blessed". Pahuel remarked with genuine respect.

When the approached the city, the beams piercing the sky were ever so obvious and ominously beautiful. Having been to the Oaxi, he imagined the tempest that raged across it day in and day out and applied what he believed would work in the similar circumstance- at least theoretically. Never having seen a rifle before, he assumed it was a mis-shaped club, more likely than not ceremonial? The rice hat reminded him of the Centzon lowlands and Calicaoyan's people subtly.

Taking in the sights, Pahuel followed Khya and her words in which he felt a bit confused.

"We really dont have many prisons... Most criminal are disciplined by the temples. How do you... um... how do you 'Free' someone, Khya?" Pahuel stood motionless to the side of the road as people strolled passed him. His odd hare mask getting a look here and there.

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The Beginning of The Yecatl Campaign

Dealing with the dissenting Tainya was or had been orderly and strides had been made to see that their ability to cause issue within the Tlatcani territories minimized at every turn. Tiko'Nara had been isolated and pushed away from Azcalxo ports- the main reason Almarian commerce had to be stalled in the port in the event of a huge miscalculation. Yanari was soon to be dealt with by the King's Son, who was en route, and Empress Regent Na'ix Koa'Xa lead a host to Ehecah on her own accord to quell the cur. Just prior to her setting on on this endeavor however, the Yecatl Calpolli sent word of Tainya Itzian pressing the Yecatl country side and more openly raising arms against the Tlatcani, furthermore tampering with the fortification efforts of the border.

Beyond irrate with the Tainya's persistent efforts to impede her machinations, Koa'Xa decided it was time to implement the initial step of the Tlatcani expansion efforts. Her first edict before any retribution was enacted toward the Totochtin was to ensure they had no vacancy, no patronage. The Northern twin Togari city of Alicatrexia be solicited. A well armed caravan of 3 troves protected by 100 men be sent as emissaire. Alicatrexia's proximity to the Tainya's seat of power would be the first go to in the event of displacement- something Koa'Xa wished to avoid and at the very worst; intervention in Totochtin favor.

To Togeria
Yecatl Tainya was commanded to sponsor this caravan and see to it's delivery, having already received the jewelry from the Tocazintli. 3 troves filled with coin, brocades, exotic fruits and Pulque, decorated arms, and more noticeably 2 beautifully adorned armlets gifted directly to the sovereign governor themselves. 3 inches in width and not more than a centimeter thick of solid gold with etched design carvings of intricate design and studded center-pieces of purple jade- truly fit of a king.

Upon this gift of patronage, it would be of spoken request that the City state turn a blind eye to it's east and perhaps look upon the Acerbeza as "friends to be"... See as we see.

To Parcia
Similarly, Port Victoria would be solicited with a similar patronage to their governing sovereignty of the colonial territory. However the context was in regards to fostering better relations and seeing to it that a similar direction in future endeavors be undertaken from the resource rich Parcia. This patronage would be sponsored by the Tainya of Mictlan, also after receiving the jewelry from the Tocazintli. Still unaware of the encroachment of Parcians upon Almaria.

To Volkstrad
Just the same as the above, the Capital of Alamo being the nearest port of trade between Acerbez and the medium isles of Almaria, the Governor in power would receive similar patronage from the Quetzal bay. Zyapan being a wealthy city would provide a variety of their own finery and exotic pieces to the city's overseer. At face, Appealing to cupidity to secure favorable trade policy.

Given a weeks time to see to these exploits, Koa'Xa commanded Xolarch (Named general) Tainya Kahte Minya see to the eradication of Tainya Itzian of the Totochtin. He was to mobilize his forces and begin the campaign and see to it's success.

[Parcia]

The young Marine would fall in to the boat, the small dingy drifting off in to the dark waters.

The fleet, having taken their ranging shots, would then begin to properly bombard the little town, planning to burn the town down on purpose. The Bombardment was purposely indiscriminate, aiming to level the town for an easy deployment of troops.

And so, with little opposition, the 240 guns facing the small town rained hellfire and fury upon the Heathen land, cannon balls smashing homes and walls, sundering the Earth and destroying it.

On the other side of the fleet, the side not currently blowing the hell out of the settlement, were loading the man, 20 a time, in to the long boats. Landing actions were a simple affair when the enemy retreated, and should be this time around.

[Togeria]

Alatrexia:

Alatrexia was a great city 52 square kilometers the city's population was 400,000 bolstered now by the emergence of a new people "Totochitan" or "Tota" as they were known began to move towards the city. The location of the great dama meant a great number of his people were of mixed birth owing to Lesser Valley that housed both Almarian and Azerbeza peoples.

The Dama of this city House Zrussa was a powerful Dama holding control over both his city of Alatrexia and its sister city Olatrexia the latter being governed by the current Dama's aunt, Kara Zrussia. As the first lines of refugees the gates of the city would be opened with a detachment of the city guard totaling 150 men armed with long rifles looked on at the troves and organized them outside to make easier to manage. Like Heignareika an outer wall and small singular inner wall with 12m between the two being used to house the men along the refugees with camps being built to house the women and children further beyond the city walls.

The Dama himself Yano djon Zrussa:


Overlooked the movement when the caravan from the Yakatal finally arrived, Yano and his riflemen would be outside in front of the city onlooking the moving force with some suspicion...these men were armed, heavily. "I am the Dama of these lands." Yano spoke briefly with authority "What brings you?" He asked with a careful eye towards the assortment of gifts that decorated the caravan.

[Acerbez]

The Dama's introduction to the front gates would be rather offsetting, it wasnt expected he would be stationed out front. From the caravan, a younger looking man, aged 28 would appear from alongside the foremost Caravan. He would gesture both to the Dama and the men that all was in order.

Huete Cimae

His armaments sheathed and foreboding, he approached but stopped 15 paces from the Dama, his expression stern but respectful. He insisted his eye contact and made no effort to look to the surroundings- as this would be disrespectful in introductions.

"I am Cimae, of Huete. Born of Yezili, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. I am representative of Xolarch Kahte MInya". His arms mid raised poised outwardly in openness. His banded armor quite rugged and used, sheathed were a larger and one shorter Macuahuitl. Most noticeably to his uniform would be feathers attached to his pauldron, indicating rank.

"I've been commanded to solicit the sovereign of Alatrexia with gift that holds no expectation nor returned favor. A gesture if you would." Cimae turned his head and commanded the troop with a single word. "Aniliaya" and turn back to the Dama, producing a bag from his side of fine cloth and produce 2 small decorated armlets (mentioned previously).

The soldiers would lug the troves forward and open them to display no trap reside within them. Cimae holding onto the bracelets himself, would first ask permission to step forward, and only then after gaining such would attempt to give the bracelets to the Dama.

Upon approaching (if not, from a distance), Cimae would remark, "A simple gesture, to 'see as we see'..." The Dama would certanly be familiar with Acerbeza speak and terminology or at the very least catch on to the lingo, meaning "Not to shun nor to aid".

The rest of the Caravan standing idly at attention, disciplined but unalarmingly.

[Togeria]

Acer:

The Dama too would remain eye contact but would place his hand up indicating no need for the gifts. "I thank you for your generosity but these gifts are unneeded, Alatrexia produces enough on her own through commerce alone. I do ask however some of our people have chosen to claim my city as their own, in fear. Why is that Huati?"

[Parcia]

Port Victoria

The Patronage would be accepted. How ever, its actual message would be misinterpreted, the Island Governor, an aging, pompous man, took it as a gift of goodwill between the him and his neighbors to the east.

A gift of equal value is sent, consisting of an assortment of hand made and artisan goods. Most notable of these would be set of ornate, custom built flint lock rifles inlaid with gold and silver etchings with powder horns to match. The same shipment would also contain some Sarvian Kvass, a highly praised and rare recipe of fermented drink known for its potency and flavor.

Rather then sent by over land rout, the shipment of goods would be sent via a Large treasure Galleon, flanked by a pair of Heavy Frigates, both done up in Imperial Colors and markings.