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Ulls wrote:Meeting Room
Jeb motioned Turner to the glass window as the woods hid the Skulk ready for anything to happen to their master. He gave a sign and a couple of horses came from the woods, camouflaged in green dye and their natural darken color allowed them to blend in well.
" I have done things I'm not proud of, my death was because that there were enemies at the time that were going to kill me, still plotting the downfall and waiting for you and I to rip this country apart. As for what I see, well there's that." He points to the horses,"and our allies and enemies that I have made and heard of when I was over there."
He sat back down," In Europe, there's great empires ruled by Outworlders or those touched by them. None of them apparently compare to this other nation named the Imperium of Man. Apparently they are some supernation, have Europe from east to west in their grip and the rest of those that they haven't conquered are afraid of them. When Ego sends its traders and everything then I will be resending my spies into Europe in a slow pace to understand just what are they and how powerful."
He took a swig of beer," If these Imperials or whatever they're called that dangerous then they could come over Ego and crush us. If we aren't ripping each other's throats out than two skilled generals could think of something than us killing each other while they come in with whatever and turn us into them. I'm asking you to forgive me, forgive me and pull back your army. Not for me, but for Ego and her citizens because if not than we are doomed as a nation and people.
Iceland and the Faroe Islands
Daring traders and explorers had made their way to Iceland and the Faroe Islands as they were the "true" first wave of colonists who made their way to the Old World to bring trade and explore it for the glory of Ego. Many of them kept to the instructions of the Skulk when it comes to what their supposed to do but others wanted to be more daring and strike it out for their own wealth but all it meant was spreading the Night Owl's Mandate throughout the world.
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by Yekrenia » Wed Nov 08, 2017 7:32 pm
G-Tech Corporation wrote:Eastern Outpost, Yekrenia
The chanting grew louder, more insistent, and the garrison commander looked down in despair at the mob that roared against the light wooden barricade his men had been able to throw up before the storm broke. They were legion, hundreds, maybe thousands. In his room the men were quiet, here at the top of the squat fortified tower, but the sound of the defenses splintering and breaking was more than he could bear.
"Alright lads. They want to have us, they're going to pay the butcher's bill."
A firm hand took the spear from where he had rested it against the wall, the copper tip worn and notched from hard use of late, and with a stern gaze about the barracks the commander frowned and stomped toward the stairs. Footsteps behind him were welcome, but there was little for it at this point, one man against hundreds or a dozen.
"Yamat! Yamat! Glory to Yamat!"
Fucking radicals. The commander hefted his weapon, and then rumbled down the staircase like an avalanche. The first religious fanatic was just stepping over the splintered remains of the garrison door when the commander's spear entered the left side of his chest, rapturous fervor suddenly doused by a length of metal to the lung. He fell easily enough, the commander clearing his weapon with a sucking sound that made his stomach do a slow flip-flop, but through the gap swarmed four more of the ragged mob members, bearing crude weapons and more than game for a scrap even if they came out the other side as corpses.
"Come on you bastards! For the people of Yekrenia!"
It took the better part of five minutes before the garrison were nothing more than spirits sent to the afterlife, but the Yamatzon had taken another outpost off of the hated Politburo, 'liberating' a good stockpile of weapons for their holy crusade against the unbelievers.
by Ulls » Wed Nov 08, 2017 10:11 pm
The Orson Empire wrote:
Never before had Turner been shocked at the sight of horses.
They were, of course, a common occurrence in the old world, but when he looked out of the window and saw several horses trotting around in the woods (camouflaged to blend into the forest), he was speechless. Turner knew that horses were likely extinct in the Americas, as there were none in Ego and the tribes new nothing of them, so Jeb had to have travelled to Europe to get them.
All doubt and suspicion of Jeb was purged from Turner's mind within seconds. Turner was unable to create a response or even sit down as Jeb discussed Europe itself. There were apparently great empires in Europe, ruled by Outworlders like Jeb and Turner, with the greatest of them all being the Imperium of Man.
Turner began to sweat, and his mind continued to race. If there were others from the old world here, perhaps he could finally figure out why he was here in the first place, and possibly find a way back.
Turner spun around quickly, facing Jeb. "Jeb...this is incredible! You must tell me more about Europe! Specifically, this Imperium of Man. Do we have any intelligence on their strength?" Turner at this point had forgotten he even brought an army to Ego.
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by The Orson Empire » Thu Nov 09, 2017 2:53 pm
Ulls wrote:
Jeb just shrugged his shoulders," I don't know as of yet, we just started to colonize Iceland and the Faroe Islands but once we have establish ourselves in the Old World and I can send my spies down there. However we have to bury the hatchet and find some peace against this threat and if they have the power to come to the New World then we could be in bigger trouble then perceived."
Twilight's Gate,
City of Ego
Scholars and shipbuilders had came together for months to make such a ship, an oarless ship. As the allocation of advancements of industry and technology the Naval Academy of Twilight's Gate had started to try and make ways to make their ship oarless and larger. Galleys in Ego and longships had oars and even without slaves it was a taxing job. For months the most seafaring experts had put their minds together to put application in the idea of iron and make rigging and allow the idea to flourish in their ships.
Such an idea was still foreign, but not hindering as the use of oarless ships and advance sailing can allocate more workers to improving Ego. Many of the ships would slowly take over of their oar cousins to make a transatlantic passage better and the use of making their galleys bigger and better.
Settlement of the Coat of the Hearth,
Somewhere in Canada
Many alchemists have started to put the explosive mixture to the tests. Smiths and arbalests had been trying to test blunderbuss weaponry. While there were a few of them they did make measure up to the explosive power that they had heard from the California Myths and their Master's stories. Drawings had came from the ideas on how they learned how to recreate the California guns that they called clubs but they also had to understand the expenses.
Guns and cannons were something that can reignite the American black powder tech that had been gone from California for over 61 years. However the Skulk were worried about the cost of black powder weapons as they can be expensive for their growing industry. Crossbows were starting to be seeping into the public as they made the weapon cheap enough to be mass produce in some way, even with their sniper or repeater versions.
The Skulk of the Coat of the Hearth believe that they can give the people the crossbow. It was cheap enough to make and improve the armies and sailors who are traveling to the Old World. The Coat of the Hearth believe that the Skulk should start working on cannons as they can be able to give Ego the use of siege weapons and better weapons for ships than using catapults and ballista.
by Ulls » Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:54 pm
The Orson Empire wrote:
Turner was disappointed. Information from the Old World appeared to be very scarce.
Turner sat down in his seat, as he began to calm from his initial excitement. Suspicion and doubt began to creep back into his mind. Jeb had been gone for 10 years, presumably spending a large portion of his time in Europe, and this was all he knew? Jeb evidently wasn't telling the entire truth, and his journey to Europe only scratched the surface of all that occurred during his time away.
Turner's attempts to find answers only generated infinitely more questions. What was the real point of Jeb sending him the letter in the first place, at that exact time? Why was Jeb so desperate to seek reconciliation? Had he known the central government was about to try something against Turner, and intervened at the last moment?
Turner suddenly began to believe the whole meeting was a set up to have him killed, but kept his cool, and his expression remained calm and focused.
"Jeb...before any reconciliation can happen, I need you to do something a bit weird." Turner would speak in English instead of the native language, so that Jeb would listen to him carefully and know that Turner was serious. Turner stumbled a little with the words, as it had been years since he spoke the old tongue.
"I will admit, before I saw those horses, I believed this may have been a set up to have me disposed of. But, the sight of those horses is among the most incredible things I have witnessed in years, and I knew you had to be on to something. If this Imperium is truly the threat you say it is, then I am more than willing to help defeat it. However, I am not sure if those serving under me are as willing."
Turner sighed, fearing a negative reaction from Jeb. "I want you to give the order to open the city gates and let my army march in and stay the night at any barracks or inns in this city. If my soldiers are to believe that you are not conspiring against them or me, then letting them into the capital is the best way to do so."
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