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by Grand Nicholia » Sun May 10, 2015 8:56 pm
by Grand Nicholia » Sun May 10, 2015 8:56 pm
Claanyad wrote:Grand Nicholia wrote:"Get those runaways! There are two girls on the run throughout the palace! Bring the marked one to me dead, bring the Crown Princess to be to the Elephant room!" yelled the Guard into a walkie talkie to the Guards. By marked one he meant Aya. And By Elephant Room he meant the room Aya was in. The Crown Princess to be could be charged with treason. The Guards could act as they please as the Royal Family was not near. He could have Corhana shot dead if he wanted. If the Crown Prince was here, he would of defended his Fiance faithfully and the King would have Corhana pardoned. The Guard acted as Guard, judge, and executioner all at the same time. He wanted Aya dead, Corhana locked in a room with communication to the outside world. He would not care if it would cause an international incident! He and his guards chased them down the hall, and eventually gave permission to shoot tranquilizer darts at them. As they ran down the hall they eventually reached the back door, where Corhana made the decision to.....
Corhána tried to open the door, but it was locked. As the guards came closer to her, she shouted, but it seemed indistinct. No, it was Clányan. She was shouting to no-one in particular in Clányan, a language foreign to Nicholia. She continued shouting, not really thinking about what she was shouting about, just shouting instinctively. She felt a dart hit her in the neck, and her shouting trailed off, as her mind went blank and she fell to the ground.
by Claanyad » Sun May 10, 2015 10:34 pm
Balashov wrote:"It is good to finally put a face to the name as well. Admiral Loui Burgiak, commander of the Royal Northern Fleet." the Admiral said as he shook his hand. Of course he didn't care too much for pleasantries, but he knew they were essential. "I require no more formalities, if the same of you. If so, let us continue to the bridge. Up there, I have compiled all the date and intel we have. We can discuss what the future holds."
Admiral Burgiak then led the way to the bridge, past the rows of fighter jets on board the ship. Crew members saluted as the party passed, knowing these two were the main coalition commanders in the region at the moment. Soon the party arrived in the bridge. It was large enough to accommodate all the officers accompanying both sides. "Commander Cascus," the Admiral spoke up, "here is all what we have so far. We have not much, as we only just arrived. We are conducting reconnaissance of the region at the moment, but any information you have towards that is valuable. We have our first Royal Fleet on its way here, and they shall arrive in around two weeks time. Other than that, this fleet is just naval and aerial, with a few of our elite Black Battalion squadrons for special operations." The Black Battalion, world-reknowned for it's special operations capabilities, were usually kept secret from even allied commanders - this just shows the priority and necessity of this conflict and this commander. "Where is your fleet intending to beach or set up, if I may ask? And how can we aid in your approach?" the Admiral continued.
Grand Nicholia wrote:As the Crown Princess to be fell to the floor unconscious, Aya screamed "No!" Aya was carried to the old dungeons of the Castle-turned-palace. And the Princess Corhana was carried to the to the Elephant room where they placed a bed and she was left there to rest. She was stripped of all telecommunication devices and locked in the Elephant Room. But they used weak tranquilizer darts that could only knock out a person for 30 minutes at most and Corhana was expected to wake up quickly. Aya was locked in a cell and was to be killed when the cyberbots attacked. Aya was crying horribly as she awaited her fate. "This was an easy victory! We have saved our lives by putting those two away! The Princess Aya is to be killed when the Foreign Robots arrive and Corhana is to be put on trial in a Military Court!" Happily yelled Chief Guard, Erellyn Marche. "But, sir if we put Princess Corhana on Military Trial, it would cause an international incident." calmly explained one guard. "True, I guess we leave Corhana in there." Replied Marche as he was sitting down at his desk. "Even then, the Crown Prince would have your head on a pike if he figures out you locked her in there!" joked another guard. "Why would the Crown Prince care so much about his wife!? She is only a foreigner and only knew her for a day prior!" hollered another guard. "Not wife, Fiance! Due to this damned war, not even the nobility can make time!" said anoher.
Azi Altul wrote:Azan stood up, and nodded to his new chall, shaking his hand. The handshake was a strange custom used by the non-Altans, that had never quite made sense to him, but he did it nonetheless.
"Good night, my chall. I wish you the best of luck, in the upcoming battle."
Raull himself stood up, stretched lazily, and walked over to Getúmen, his tail wagging. He sat in front of the man, and licked his hand, nuzzling it slightly. Azan smiled at his great wolf's affection, spoke the come command in ancient Altan, and walked through the night. He'd need his rest, for this man would prove a deadly opponent, come the morning.
The Deplorable King Nicholas XVI.
So, we agree to allow your son to marry my daughter, we form a coalition with you, we fight a war to assist your people, and I send my beśafad - my sworn ally - to danger at the hands of those ruthless barbarians and what do you do? What you do is you send my Generals meaningless commands, all written in codes which need not exist, tell them different information to send them into disarray, you torture innocent people, and what's more, you now presumably hold my daughter captive. I am her father - I know her words, and if I have to fly over there to slap you around the head with "Cílányane for Dummies" to get you to understand us, then so be it!
This is an affront to all we believe in, and we hold dearly to what we believe in! I am not amused by your antics!
I shall tell you what you will do - you shall release my daughter back to me, annul the wedding plans, and this 'Áya' whom you are trying to kill - you will take her to our care. I am sure that Abiottis would like to have their princess back. And if you do not comply with all of these demands, then we shall declare war - siding with those Abiottis gyeŧat cofadgeŧ if we have to!
You have forty-eight hours.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
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by Azi Altul » Mon May 11, 2015 11:30 am
by Sperland » Mon May 11, 2015 11:44 am
We have arrived at your coastline. Permission to land?
by Balashov » Mon May 11, 2015 1:18 pm
Claanyad wrote:The bridge seemed very different to any Clányan bridge, or even any foreign bridges he had seen. He looked around, then at the Admiral. He had been listening, but with interest in other things.
"What have your reconnaissance planes found? How is the concentration of enemy soldiers in Grand Nicholia itself? Because we have been planning something different to what we imagine you were."
An aide who had followed him onto the ship walked onto the bridge at the Lord High Commander's request. He put down some maps of the region.
"We are planning of entering via Sichou. It will allow us to pass to the South of Grand Nicholia, better terrain for our tactics and better proximity to the defence of our interests. We are allowed to enter via a major valley at the East of Sichou, and then make our way to the mountains in order to defend our alliance," he kept himself from rolling his eyes, but sighed slightly. He still felt no sense of affinity towards the Nicholians, "Meanwhile, scouts will be sent ahead to clear the area. We will be allowed four days in Sichou, and by then, we must be gone, or else we become enemies of Sichou too. Our limited access begins tomorrow, and we have the supplies to get through to the mountains."
Lord High Commander Cascus folded his arms. He was proud of the plan, if not the reason for it.
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 2:02 pm
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The Deplorable King Nicholas XVI.
So, we agree to allow your son to marry my daughter, we form a coalition with you, we fight a war to assist your people, and I send my beśafad - my sworn ally - to danger at the hands of those ruthless barbarians and what do you do? What you do is you send my Generals meaningless commands, all written in codes which need not exist, tell them different information to send them into disarray, you torture innocent people, and what's more, you now presumably hold my daughter captive. I am her father - I know her words, and if I have to fly over there to slap you around the head with "Cílányane for Dummies" to get you to understand us, then so be it!
This is an affront to all we believe in, and we hold dearly to what we believe in! I am not amused by your antics!
I shall tell you what you will do - you shall release my daughter back to me, annul the wedding plans, and this 'Áya' whom you are trying to kill - you will take her to our care. I am sure that Abiottis would like to have their princess back. And if you do not comply with all of these demands, then we shall declare war - siding with those Abiottis gyeŧat cofadgeŧ if we have to!
You have forty-eight hours.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
To His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Claanyad,
I am saddened by your decisiveness to call off our alliance. I wish for you to end your deadline. I will let you know that I never gave any orders to imprison your daughter. The person who did shall be stripped of their position. Your daughter shall be released on the conditions that the wedding plans be reinstalled and that your participation in this war continue. You can have Aya if you agree to the terms above. Accept our terms please.
Sincerely,
His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 2:34 pm
by Azi Altul » Mon May 11, 2015 3:36 pm
"Mother Mary, you know that I am a righteous man, Yet you curse me with lust. Why is it that I desire the young lady?! Oh mother of the Son of Heaven, answer me so! Will I ever escape this curse!? I cry from the deepest abyss! Answer me!" cried the Archbishop of Arras as kneeled in front of a statue of Mary. He imagined a hundreds of angels coming from basilica and floating him. He imagined them chanting "Fix this now!" "Get out of this mess!" He replied back to his imaginary figures by saying "It's not my fault! Its the witch who set this flame! How can our savior make the Devil so much stronger than a man?!" He imagined the Angels coming closer to him and he yelled out "I'll get myself out of this! I promise! I will subdue the devil!" The Angels of his mind came closer and he threw an altar bell at them and screamed "Jut give me more time!" The Angels disappeared after he threw the altar bell. The Archbishop now became determined to kill Travvy.
The Archbishop later decided to poison Travvy by sending her a bottle of Sparkling water that contains arsenic and other poisonous goods. He told a servant to hand it to Travvy and tell her it was from the Duke of Cremonia, Jorge Dellovas. It was a daring plan. He had a hitman prepare to carry her body away and bury her. The Archbishop waited for all the hours.
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 3:49 pm
Azi Altul wrote:"Mother Mary, you know that I am a righteous man, Yet you curse me with lust. Why is it that I desire the young lady?! Oh mother of the Son of Heaven, answer me so! Will I ever escape this curse!? I cry from the deepest abyss! Answer me!" cried the Archbishop of Arras as kneeled in front of a statue of Mary. He imagined a hundreds of angels coming from basilica and floating him. He imagined them chanting "Fix this now!" "Get out of this mess!" He replied back to his imaginary figures by saying "It's not my fault! Its the witch who set this flame! How can our savior make the Devil so much stronger than a man?!" He imagined the Angels coming closer to him and he yelled out "I'll get myself out of this! I promise! I will subdue the devil!" The Angels of his mind came closer and he threw an altar bell at them and screamed "Jut give me more time!" The Angels disappeared after he threw the altar bell. The Archbishop now became determined to kill Travvy.
The Archbishop later decided to poison Travvy by sending her a bottle of Sparkling water that contains arsenic and other poisonous goods. He told a servant to hand it to Travvy and tell her it was from the Duke of Cremonia, Jorge Dellovas. It was a daring plan. He had a hitman prepare to carry her body away and bury her. The Archbishop waited for all the hours.
Travvy awoke, in the midst of the night, with the maid shaking her.
"Come, young one! The archbishop is planning to kill you!" Travvy's eyes grew wide, and she bolted up from her cot. Her red hair was in a tangle, and her arms were sore from the beating the twisted man had given her the previous night. Luckily, she had an ally in the heathen lands, so she wasn't completely alone. She felt a mix of terror and excitement, and she quickly grabbed for her cloth shirt. The archbishop had forbidden her to sleep clothed. He had never touched her, in that sense, but she knew he hungered for her. She had grown used to men desiring her, but had always used violent tactics to avoid being cornered. She had thought herself safe, when she took Azan as a husband, but she had foolishly left the Altan camp and gotten captured. She had failed, in her attempts to escape evil men, but she would not let them break her. Travvy had fought the archbishop tooth and nail, and now she was going to escape him.
No, not escape. Kill. She was going to rip that slimy piece of shit's balls off and feed them to him. Finally wearing her shirt, Travvy walked quietly out of the room with the nurse. There was a guard sitting by, with his head down, snoring lightly. The maid held a finger to her lips, shushing her, but Travvy ignored her. The guard had a knife on his belt, and Travvy stole it. It would come in handy. She jammed it into the guard's knee, and clapsed his mouth shut with her fingers, giving him her warmest smile.
"Good morning, sweetie! How's your nap?" She tried to give a girlish giggle."Sorry to interrupt you, but I need some help. Please, can I have that gun? Thanks!"
She took the knife from the man's knee, and jammed it into his throat. When he had bled out completely, she removed the knife, and took his gun. It was a small handgun, but it should suffice if she needed it. She ripped a piece of cloth from her dress, and tied the gun to her waist. The maid looked at her with a mild fear, but she soon calmed down. She understood the necessity. They walked slowly and quietly, eventually crouching behind a corner a few feet away from the guard's main chambers. There were seven of them in there, at the moment, and the archbishop was nowhere to be seen. She'd take the guards out, quietly, and get the archbishop later.
by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 6:08 pm
Balashov wrote:When the Lord High Commander asked about reconnaissance planes, the room fell silent. Only the beep of the radar and the low hum of the machinery occupied the room. Admiral Burgiak cleared his throat before speaking up, "We sent out a reconnaissance plane last night. It malfunctioned and crashed in the middle of GN territory. The pilot tragically died, and a teams sent to retrieve his remains was attacked by the Altans. Unfortunately, none survived. Going into this conflict, I had little idea why were fighting for these imbeciles called the Grand Nicholians. I will continue to follow my King's orders without question, but moments like this make me rethink the reason why we are here. Our King has ordered military intervention only because of our ties to your empire, Commander Cascus. However, as much as I am aligned to you and your nation, I do not see clearly why we support these Nicholians. They are incompetent and refuse to respond to our messages. I understand your reasons for fighting, I just don't see ours." the Admiral paused, "I'm sorry Commander Cascus, I went off on a tangent I should not have. Let me get back to your questions."
He pointed to the map of Grand Nicholia. "We are sending more recon planes out shortly, but at the moment our intel is hazy. That is why I want to know what you have - the Nicholians for some reason or other will not reveal to us where our planes and artillery is needed, so we can are lame ducks until we get information. At the moment, however, I can offer some assistance to you. You say your troops will beach in East Sichou here" his finger pointed to a spot on the map, "and the valley runs this way into GN. I can concentrate some flyovers and recon missions to the border here to see if there will be any resistance for your troops. If there are, we can position our fleet so that are long-range guns can hit their locations, as well as send bombers and fighter jets. Anything to make your approach as easy as possible. We can also escort your fleet to that location, then navigate ourselves off the coast of Grand Nicholia to provide support if needed."
Corhána captured. Grand Nicholia to blame. Emperor angered. Tense relations presently.
Grand Nicholia wrote:To His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Claanyad,
I am saddened by your decisiveness to call off our alliance. I wish for you to end your deadline. I will you know that I never gave any orders to imprison your daughter. The person who did shall be stripped of their position. Your daughter shall be released on the condition that the wedding plans be reinstalled and that your participation in this war continue. You can have Aya if you agree to the terms above. Accept our terms please.
Sincerely,
His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
Azi Altul wrote:Azan awoke early, which was abnormal for him. He usually was a deep sleeper, sleeping soundly until noon. One of his wives, a girl by the name of Tahlia, who has seen nigh on three and a half decades, stirred awake from her place next to him. She sat up and wrapped her slender arms around his shoulder, whispering ancient Altan into his ear. She wished him luck in the upcoming battle. Azan stirred Raull awake, the great wolf had been sleeping against the side of the bed. Azan sympathized with the great wolf, as he could not fit on the bed. Azan knew that feeling, having to practically hold his knees to his chest to fit on the six foot long cot.
Raull stood, and stretched his muscular legs. He trotted happily out of the tent, his great body barely fitting through the entryway. Azan grabbed his great fascis, and donned his shoulder plates. Today would be a very eventful day, for the great warrior chall Getúmen would prove one of the deadliest adversaries Azan had ever faced. He knew he would kill the man, but the question was how unscathed Azan would leave. He expected to gain a new assortment of scars from the great chall, but that was to be expected.
As he left his tent, he saw the battle ring had been finished. The fire had been lit, and the spears had been properly secured in the dirt. The aura around the camp was that of glee, as the Altan people loved a good brawl; especially one between challs. It appeared Getúmen had not yet woken, but the metal man, who Azan had quickly discovered never slept, remained in the same place he had since the festivities began. He held a small, metal bird in his hands, which appeared to be shaped like a great eagle. With a whisper, the bird's wings began flapping, and it flew off into the forest mindlessly.
Azan cared not for the metal man's witchcraft, but he knew it would prove necessary to defeat the coalition. The fires of the fighting pit raged, and he could feel their resonating heat from his standing place, around twenty feet away. It would, as usual, prove almost just as deadly as whatever adversary was in the pit with a person. Raull made sure to avoid the flames, as he had suffered a burn as a pup, that had forever scarred him.
The great wolf was getting old, just as Azan was. The huge beasts had a lifespan mildly above the average human, and more often than not found themselves riderless, or vise versa. The vaethis species had been a crucial part in the southland's development, both in terms of protection and culture. They were the perfect partners, the great wolves, and were fiercely loyal and intelligent. Raull was getting old, Azan knew, even though he still had a long life ahead of him, if all went well. In the battle at the mountain valley, Raull had fallen carrying Azan's limp body, hurting his hip. He walked with a slight limp, and that saddened the great R†hul. Although, he knew he faired no better. In his youth, he would have stormed the mountain palace, mounted on his young, black beast, crushed their castle walls alone, and claimed the young princess for himself. Alas, the fruit of youth had escaped Azan, and he was feeling his follies like he never had when he was young. That was fine, though, for soon Azan would take his place among the hordes of the day's sky, as the new Rider himself.
Azan sat against a tree next to his tent, and sharpened the sword that would cleave his chall's head from his shoulder. The thought saddened Azan, but it had to be done.
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by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 6:29 pm
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The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
To The dishonourable pig who calls himself an Emperor,
May wisdom ever elude you! The wedding plans shall be called off, but not in your way... Your daughter shall be slaughter like the swine she is! (She probably got her swine look from YOU) Aya shall be killed as well, in the original fashion. This is a formal declaration of WAR! But, I will give you something. I will send you Corhana's heart in a finely carved wooden box, expect it soon....
From Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 7:14 pm
Grand Nicholia wrote:"Sire, we have the worst news! I am afraid it is going downhill for us! Here's the letter!" said a young page with a worried expression.Image
The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
"Oh, this is hilarious! Look who wants to play! This letter is a sorry excuse for an declaration of war! If they want war, GIVE IT TO THEM! Give me some paper and a pen! I need to write a letter!" said a cocky King. The King was confindent he could slaughter the Claanyan Military like pigs. His letter went like this:To The dishonourable pig who calls himself an Emperor,
May wisdom ever elude you! The wedding plans shall be called off, but not in your way... Your daughter shall be slaughter like the swine she is! (She probably got her swine look from YOU) Aya shall be killed as well, in the original fashion. This is a formal declaration of WAR! But, I will give you something. I will send you Corhana's heart in a finely carved wooden box, expect it soon....
From Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
LATER THAT EVENING
The Prince never got the message to release Corhana from the Elephant Room, as the plan was called off. Instead two guards unlocked the door to drag Corhana to the dungeons. Corhana acted and.....
GRAND NICHOLIA DECLARED WAR STOP DEFEND AGAINST THEM IF NEED BE STOP KEEP TROOPS SAFE STOP
To all citizens of the realm.
We have been declared war upon by a vicious outside force. Though it appears we are still at war with Abiottis, now those fools in Grand Nicholia have decided to keep my daughter, doing Yúrh knows what to her, and have formally declared war on us. Many of us are already there, and whether they will find out in time about the Nicholians and their antics, I do not know.
What I do know is clear - that this grand Empire is now at war with Nicholia. As such, we shall not back down until the Sons and Daughters of Clányad are returned to the motherland.
We shall fight to honour, and to the death if we have to.
We shall win this war.
Maho gota Aeðe Śolán!
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by Balashov » Mon May 11, 2015 7:25 pm
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,As of this date in the eyes of our glorious gods and in the name of my family's legacy, with all intent to honor our unbreakable alliance with the Empire of Claanyad, I with the the military might of Balashov, hereby order you to cease and desist your actions that caused this split of the Coalition, or face the consequences. Any other response will mean the full declaration of war from the Royal Kingdom to your conflict-ravaged nation. I, out of the goodness of my heart, urge you to take my offering of peace to avoid the further bloodshed of man. You, sir, have led the coalition astray for too long. You have poked the bear, and we have finally awoken. I, for the last time, suggest that you take our offering of peace. Any other actions will be seen as an act of war, and will be dealt with accordingly.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
1ST ROYAL FLEET HRS ZURI THE GREAT - DO NOT CHANGE COURSE - HOWEVER CHANGE IN PLANS - NICHOLIAN TENSIONS INCREASED - NICHOLIA DECLARES WAR ON CLAANYAD - KING RESPONDS BY DECLARING WAR ON GN - RELAY MESSAGE TO ADMIRAL BURGIAK OF NORTHERN FLEET - WAIT FOR FURTHER WORD UPON ARRIVAL
by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 7:27 pm
Grand Nicholia wrote:"Sire, we have the worst news! I am afraid it is going downhill for us! Here's the letter!" said a young page with a worried expression.Image
The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
"Oh, this is hilarious! Look who wants to play! This letter is a sorry excuse for an declaration of war! If they want war, GIVE IT TO THEM! Give me some paper and a pen! I need to write a letter!" said a cocky King. The King was confindent he could slaughter the Claanyan Military like pigs. His letter went like this:To The dishonourable pig who calls himself an Emperor,
May wisdom ever elude you! The wedding plans shall be called off, but not in your way... Your daughter shall be slaughter like the swine she is! (She probably got her swine look from YOU) Aya shall be killed as well, in the original fashion. This is a formal declaration of WAR! But, I will give you something. I will send you Corhana's heart in a finely carved wooden box, expect it soon....
From Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
LATER THAT EVENING
The Prince never got the message to release Corhana from the Elephant Room, as the plan was called off. Instead two guards unlocked the door to drag Corhana to the dungeons. Corhana acted and.....
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by Azi Altul » Mon May 11, 2015 7:27 pm
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 7:30 pm
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 7:40 pm
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,
As of this date in the eyes of our glorious gods and in the name of my family's legacy, with all intent to honor our unbreakable alliance with the Empire of Claanyad, I with the the military might of Balashov, hereby order you to cease and desist your actions that caused this split of the Coalition, or face the consequences. Any other response will mean the full declaration of war from the Royal Kingdom to your conflict-ravaged nation. I, out of the goodness of my heart, urge you to take my offering of peace to avoid the further bloodshed of man. You, sir, have led the coalition astray for too long. You have poked the bear, and we have finally awoken. I, for the last time, suggest that you take our offering of peace. Any other actions will be seen as an act of war, and will be dealt with accordingly.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
To His Irrelevancy, King Zuri I
I accept your pitiful peace! You may leave this conflict now, as the tensions have escalated far beyond. Again I accept your peace for the good of mankind, you pagans!
From His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 7:48 pm
Balashov wrote:On board the HRS Rollo I
Admiral Burgiak read the message and laughed to himself. He knew Corhana was the daughter of the emperor, but he only saw this as a minor incident and did not see this resulting in war against the Nicholians, however much he desired it. "Commander Cascus, these Nicholians we are dealing with are very sporadic. They are rude, foreboding, and somewhat crazy. I do wonder what they are thinking - do they want the entire coalition to be ripped apart? I'm unsure of how this tension will ease, but if we want to win this conflict for these crazy bastards..." he sighed and rolled his eyes before continuing, "they must concede. What does this situation do for your invasion plans?"
In the back of the room, the radio transmitter began beeping and a sheet printed out. However, no one was able to read it at the moment, for the communications officer had gone on break and would not be back for a little while.
Azi Altul wrote:The time had come. Azan shook his opponent's hand, and proceeded to enter the ring. The Altan people crowded around the ring, praying to the Rider for a worthwhile battle. Night had fallen, and the fires of the pit were the only light source. Raull tried to follow him, but with a quick stay command, the great wolf sat and remained motionless, his ears pressing nervously against his head. Azan had donned his ironwood chest-plate, knee length kilt, and shoulder-pads, and his chall was covered in leather armor, his tacal in hand. Azan himself held his fascis in hand. He jumped onto the wooden plank used to enter the ring, which broke easily under his weight. With another jump, he launched himself from the plank into the ring, unscathed.
He looked over and saw that his chall had done the same, without breaking the plank, for the foreign men were build smaller than an average Altan. Azan thrust the blade of his fascis into the ground, and knelt upon his knees, his hands resting on his blade's hilt. The six large vaethis teeth that had been forged into the blade glistened and shined in the firelight.
His chall did the same, in an attempt to follow the Altan customs. The warriors and women watching the fight grew silent, their heads bowed. Azan spoke the ritual in ancient Altan, and one of his warriors translated for the foreigners.
"Tonight, we gather under the night's sky, and pit chall against chall in the ancient rite of blood battle. The two men, high esteemed in their own realms, will tonight fight to the death, in hopes of appeasing their gods. If you wish, pray to your gods, whoever they may be."
Azan prayed to the Rider, for strength and speed, and Getúmen prayed to his gods, of all varieties.
With this, the two challs locked eyes, and gave one another their respects, in their own language. Azan drew his sword from the ground, and crouched, ready to strike his chall down. Getúmen lifted his weapon, and the battle commenced, as the great vaethis of the south sang the songs of the old wolves.
Balashov wrote:The Golden Palace - Vlasnok, Balashov
King Zuri I, of the great Royal family, sat fuming at the head of the table in the War Room. He was surrounded by his ministers, highest ranking generals, and other top officials. A tv was glaring at the opposite end of the table blaring the latest headlines: GRAND NICHOLIA DECLARES WAR ON CLAANYAD, COALITION IN JEOPARDY. On the screen flashed images of tanks and soldiers firing in the Nicholian country side, as explosions rang through out. In the background, the Mountain Palace was seen. This was old footage, from the first Battle of the Valley. "Ahem," the King coughed. Someone muted the tv. "Ministers, I have called you in here today as something has torn our coalition apart. For reasons unknown, the foolish anglo-saxons of Grand Nicholia and their insane King have declared war on the Claanyans. Obviously something serious has happened to cause this rift. Yohan. I want you to get the Emperor on the line with me in one hour, so we may discuss the current events. Our place in the coalition has been defined by our allegiance to our good friends and allies in the Claanyans. We will continue to stand by them. Many of you have questioned our role in this war in the first place - it is out of old codes of honor to our greatest friend and ally. And by my decree, we shall continue to stand by them. I am sure they have their reasons for war with the idiotic Nicholians! I, as should you all, intend to view any attack on Claanyad as an attack on our great Kingdom itself. Drasnok, other generals, begin mobilizing the 2nd Royal Fleet for immediate departure to Grand Nicholia. Is everything clear?"
"Sir, what about the war with the Altuls and Abiottis?" one of the generals spoke up.
"That is unsure of at the moment - until something changes, we view them as enemies. I am sure I will find out soon enough. General Viktaz, send word Admiral Malkovik of the 1st Royal Fleet about our change in targets, and tell him to relay it to Admiral Burgiak."
The men in the room nodded and left to do their duties. Minister Diruchi left to establish contact with the Emperor through direct phone line, and the King was left to pen his declaration of war.
Grand Nicholia wrote:"What?! A war has been started!? And my fiancé has been imprisoned? How could this be?!" Questioned the Prince when one of his soldiers told him what has happened. "I am afraid so, your Majesty." Said the Soldier. "I must contact my father and visit Corhána!" Said the Prince. "You mustn't!" Yelled the soldier. "Your in charge while I'm gone, okay!" Replied the Prince as he got in his car towards the Palace, to visit Corhána, first. "Okay.... Then...." Replied the soldier.
LATER
The Prince got out of his car and rushed through the Palace, ignoring every guard that tried to stop him. He finally got to the dungeon where he first met Aya, which he ignored, he then ran through the halls and found Corhána and said to her through the bars in a rushed voice " I am sorry that I got you into this. I hope you can forgive me. My father plans to kill you eventually, but I will stop him. I wish for you to calm down, my Fiancé. Even though we are not to be married, I wish to inform that I have found love for you, it may be late now, but please forgive me." He waited for her response.
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by Balashov » Mon May 11, 2015 8:19 pm
The Emperor was busy in his chambers. He had stayed in there for the longest time. It was Leðarh Ceŧcaren Yadscus, the Emperor's manservant, who picked up the phone line. Finding out it was from Balashov, Cáðéit Cevcarhon Gíŧon walked into the room.
"Leðarh - allow me. I think I am more qualified to speak about this."
Leðarh Ceŧcaren Yadscus nodded his head in respect and passed the phone on. He was ageing, but hobbled over to the Emperor to see if there was anything he needed.
"This is Cáðéit Cevcarhon Gíŧon, Foreign Minister. I am sorry, but the Emperor is... otherwise engaged at present. I shall speak to you about this incident which has occurred."
Cáðéit filled Minister Diruchi in over the phone - exactly what had happened, who was to blame, everything about Aya and Corhána, and about their vile practices. He finished up and asked the Minister's opinion.
"So, what do you think?"
Grand Nicholia wrote:"Another letter!" Yelled the same young page. "I haven't read it, but it is from the Balashovian Kingdom!" "Give it here boy!" Replied the King. "What does this say?"The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,
As of this date in the eyes of our glorious gods and in the name of my family's legacy, with all intent to honor our unbreakable alliance with the Empire of Claanyad, I with the the military might of Balashov, hereby order you to cease and desist your actions that caused this split of the Coalition, or face the consequences. Any other response will mean the full declaration of war from the Royal Kingdom to your conflict-ravaged nation. I, out of the goodness of my heart, urge you to take my offering of peace to avoid the further bloodshed of man. You, sir, have led the coalition astray for too long. You have poked the bear, and we have finally awoken. I, for the last time, suggest that you take our offering of peace. Any other actions will be seen as an act of war, and will be dealt with accordingly.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
"Hmm, they believe they are important! They want peace, give it, I believe it would not make a difference anyways. Give me paper!"To His Irrelevancy, King Zuri I
I accept your pitiful peace! You may leave this conflict now, as the tensions have escalated far beyond. Again I accept your peace.
From His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
"That will deal with them"
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,My dear Nicholas, you continue to disrespect and insult the great Kingdom of Balashov. I am also aware of the fact that you have Princess Corhana in your prison and intend on executing her. Your idiotic and rash thinking has torn away the only allies you had in your attempts to stop an invasion. The combined forces of Claanyad and Balashov will soon enter your excuse for a country and remove you from power. I am sorry you are unable to see the light in the world and I am sorry that you continue to plunge your nation into the pits of hell. I stress again - you and your idiotic way of approaching things will result in your demise.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
"What?" The Lord High Commander took the message from Admiral Burgiak, and read it himself. He found it more strange than humorous. He knew that the Emperor would not have provoked war with Grand Nicholia, unless something really major had happened. What is the Emperor thinking. More importantly, what are the Anglo Saxons thinking, he thought to himself as he read over the message. He might have to rethink the plans of entering Sichou. Moreover, he might have to rethink how he'd be entering Grand Nicholia - since they were no longer allies, but enemies. What the heck could have caused this, he asked. He gave the message back to the admiral, stroking his chin.
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 8:25 pm
by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 8:36 pm
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,
My dear Nicholas, you continue to disrespect and insult the great Kingdom of Balashov. I am also aware of the fact that you have Princess Corhana in your prison and intend on executing her. Your idiotic and rash thinking has torn away the only allies you had in your attempts to stop an invasion. The combined forces of Claanyad and Balashov will soon enter your excuse for a country and remove you from power. I am sorry you are unable to see the light in the world and I am sorry that you continue to plunge your nation into the pits of hell. I stress again - you and your idiotic way of approaching things will result in your demise.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
To His Irrelevancy, King Zuri I
May wisdom ever elude you! Your arrogance shall not be tolerated! You want war, HERE IT IS! You shall fail as not only will I attack you, the Robotic Alliance will also attack you. I have a trick up my sleeve that you will not expect....
From,
Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
To, The Overview of Abbiotis
In light of the dis formation of the Coalition, I request peace. You can negotiate terms, but I require one. I wish to join your alliance so that we may fight Claanyad and his coalition. Not only will we overpower them, I would accept my son marrying Aya! Please accept our terms.
Sincerely,
Nicholas XVI, King of Grand Nicholia
by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 8:40 pm
Balashov wrote:Minister Diruchi took a moment to think over all the information he had just received. "Minister Giton, I, with the backing of the King, am truly sincere when I say these bastards need to be dealt with accordingly, as well as us being sorrowful in the plights of your Emperor. Family is foremost in our minute world, and we understand the sorrows the Emperor is experiencing at the moment. Obviously, the Royal Kingdom choses her ally in Claanyad rather than the Nicholians. As you are aware, the King offered an ultimatum to the Nicholians. However, I assume this knowledge of what is going on in Nicholia will sway his opinion and public opinion toward invalidating the ulimatum and issuing a full declaration of war. I have just sent an aide to inform the King, and I bet he will issue the declaration soon. Our alliance forces shall do whatever it takes to assure the safe return of Corhana. What does the Empire of Claanyad require of us at the moment? 400,000 of our finest troops are one full day of travel away from our two fleets on the coast." he replied.
Balashov wrote:Bridge of the HRS Rollo I
"Commander Cascus, I am just as perplexed as you are. I assume in due time we will find out what is going on, but at the moment, we now know we have a second enemy - albeit cornered and trapped, but a second enemy none the less. I do feel, however, since our ties to Nicholia are severed, we should attempt to reach out to the Altuls. The more allies to join us in our plight against those dumb Nicholians, the more men to capture their mountain palace." Admiral Burgiak spoke up. "But, they are technologically in-superior, how do we make contact with them?"
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by Claanyad » Mon May 11, 2015 8:46 pm
Grand Nicholia wrote:The Crown Prince gave Corhána an susipiocus and angered look and said in a hushed voice " Are you just trying to manipulate my feelings for your own good? I can see through you! Unless you can prove you are not manipulating me, I will not trust a word you say! " whispered an angry Prince. The Prince was suspicious of her last remark and stood in a demanding position.
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by Grand Nicholia » Mon May 11, 2015 8:56 pm
Claanyad wrote:Grand Nicholia wrote:The Crown Prince gave Corhána an susipiocus and angered look and said in a hushed voice " Are you just trying to manipulate my feelings for your own good? I can see through you! Unless you can prove you are not manipulating me, I will not trust a word you say! " whispered an angry Prince. The Prince was suspicious of her last remark and stood in a demanding position.
"How or why would I do that? I am asking you not to subject my father, whom I love dearly, to mental torture, and instead reassure him of my safety, and you accuse me of manipulating you?" She sincerely did not want to manipulate the Crown Prince, but she felt that if he did not believe her, then she would dislike him all the more, "Remember, it was your father who declared war on us and ordered my imprisonment, not mine. My father has fought with Grand Nicholia, allying ourselves with your interests and trying to help your nation - please do not accuse me of plotting. I would never do such a thing."
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