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Greater Celisia
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Postby Greater Celisia » Tue Jan 17, 2017 9:27 pm


724 - A Introduction to Madness

The world had changed quickly, powers from all across the continent of Aurinel were on the rise. Vying for improved influence in the world the preparations for colonisation of Fiela and Shtokar were now underway. With the industrial revolution that had originated in Holoska and spread across Aurinel, new and old powers alike attempted to gain prestige and to prove their worth on the world stage. Decades of relations both negative and positive would begin to take their toll on nations across the globe.

The fates of millions of Shtokar and Fiela natives were now, unbeknownst to them, brought into question. As the powerful steam driven navies of the Aurinelian powers began their potentially deadly voyage across the great sea. The dance of politics and gunpowder would begin in earnest as the colonisation of the new world began. Natives would stand unknowing of this coming wave, and settlers and soldiers alike would likewise be uncertain of the existance of so many peoples in their new territories.

The fate of all the world stood in the balance, and both groups continued to forge headlong into the potentially dangerous foray. What stood to question was the aftermath of such a momumentous set of events. Lives would change for better or for worst as the powers began their imperialistic endeavors.



724 - Understate Expansion

Grinsen Felhauzt was not an unreasonable Drotharii. He had been involved in his Understates machinations for almost a decade, and the events that were unfolding now deeply disturbed him. The new High Chancellor of the Confederacy was making troubling reforms with the approval of the Grand Confederate Kouncellery. Reforms that changed the traditions of the Drotharii, that had withstood the better part of two thousand years. Every Drotharii knew that the Overworld of the Confederacy was filled with horrors unimaginable.

The Overworld was said to be inhabited by demons of devious renown. It was said that they had no love for his people, and that only disaster would befall the Drotharii that attempted to tame the land of the tall skies. Yet despite tradition and the work of well know Drotharii heroes and philosphers, the High Chancellor had ordered that his people were to begin the process of building in the Overworld. Grinsen had been tasked by the Monarch of Understate Winterlich, Queen Ellara D’dary, to do his Understates part in such efforts. He had been assigned command of the first Drotharii expeditionary unit, the 2nd Regiment of Understate Winterlich, to begin the establishment of a settlement at the base of the Thalalean river.

They were to escort over two hundred first wave settlers and provide for their security. Grinsen didn't overly prefer the Overworld. It was covered in trees and high peaks, and there was simply too much space around him for comfort. In the Understates there were inclines and declines in its tunnel networks but not so great as the hills and mountains of the Overworld. A fact his unit and civilian entourage had grudgingly come to accept over the last week of travel. It would be a day yet before their arrival on the north side of the Thalalean river, where it joined the ocean. Already Grinsen could see the gray mass of the biggest body of water he had ever witnessed. It seemed as if in the Overworld everything was of a gargantuan size. As before Grinsen had believed some of the Understates were the largest object he has witnessed, and now he was finally coming to realize the scope of this new world.

Marching down the foothills of the Evercrier mountains the last dreg of the way wasn't quite as tedious as he had first imagined, and the train of wagons and their occupants seemed emboldened by the fact they were almost to their destination. They had been sent with nails, metal brackets, and a variety of materials that they would be hard pressed to manufacture at the settlements location. Grinsen had heard rumors that a new tunnel was being added to the vast network of pre-existing tunnels to connect the new settlement to the Understates. Grinsen didn't disagree, and if this was the new reality of the Understates, the settlement would need supplies from below to finish its construction projects.

As they drew nearer throughout the day, Grinsen spotted what appeared to be several clouds in the distance on the great sea. Though they were only a blur on the horizon, Grinsen would soon be faced with some hard decisions regarding his races new projection across the Overworld.
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Postby Parravon and Lyonesse » Tue Jan 17, 2017 10:42 pm

25 Septṃ 724

The assembled men fidgeted and stared at each other uneasily. Across the table from them sat the Arch-Elector of Parravon and Lyonesse, calmly sipping some aromatic tea. After a brief moment of silence, he looked up at them, discarding his ornate teacup. Sighing contentedly, he began.
"You all know the importance of the task at hand. The very fate of the nation will soon depend on your actions. We all also know the seriousness of the revolutionary threat. It is no longer a mere rumour, gentlemen. There are plotters on every street-corner and alleyway. If my predictions are correct, by Seks next year, the entire country will be embroiled in civil war. But while we are bleeding back home, Holoska, Iffria and Varra will all be developing colonial exploits. We will not be left behind in the race."

The captains stood awkwardly before the Arch-Elector's desk, intently listening to his every word. Some looked around the lavishly furnished room, or feigned checking their pocket-watches to avoid their leader's icy gaze.
"Your expeditions will set out with triple the resources, manpower and vessels of that of any other nation. However, unlike those of our competitors, you must anticipate not being resupplied in at least a year while the revolution is running it's course. If, in the end, I lose my head and government, you must switch your allegiance to the new regime. No matter what, Parravon will not be left behind on the international stage. It matters not whether we are an empire or an electorate, we will prevail in the colonial race. Focus on consolidation and steady growth rather than rapid expansion. Learn to sustain your colonies without the need for imported supplies. I have put many, perhaps too many, resources and a good deal of faith into each of these expeditions. Promise me that, no matter if the next ship coming to resupply you flies the Imperial Lion or the Quarter Standard, you will have made Parravon proud."
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Postby Holoska » Wed Jan 18, 2017 12:53 am

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The men of the Holoskan Shtokar Company looked over the map again. "Okay, so to be clear, we're heading for the mouth of the Ayrekzi River. It's been sighted from the ocean as being a good place to set up a colonial outpost, with lots of flat land and good land for farming. There's also a good amount of wood, and the area is devoid of any Skahle for kilometers."

"Right, what's wrong with it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"There has to be something wrong with it."

"Was there something wrong with Isola?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Then we'll be fine. The Emperor himself chose that spot after listening to all our proposals."

"Right. Then we'll do it."

"We sail tomorrow." They broke for the evening, and one of the sailors, a Coyote Anthro man named Vladimir Chubarov, walked back to the small house he had right by the waterfront. It was a small, squat affair, badly in need of renovation and repairs, and he had nowhere near the money for it. As he laid back in his bed, looking up at the sagging ceiling, he smiled. All this will be left behind, and I get to start over. I get to make my own life.
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Postby Nani Aina » Wed Jan 18, 2017 2:49 pm

28 Septm 724

"My lord", said one of the vassals that Kalani'opu'u commanded."We have engaged the Skahle. They should be in range of our tanuki archers".

"Very well", said the shogun with a sigh.Ugh, he thought.I hate using archers, but our enemy can fly. I hate the Skahle."Tell the men to shoot. Any that land will be killed anyway."

"Yes, sir."

The battle lines were drawn, and over 2,000 Gaian warriors lied in wait. The Skahle filled the air, with at least the same number in the air that the Gaians had total. The enemy rushed in, unaware that an ambush was about to be sprung. Arrows appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The Skahle were caught by surprise, not suspecting the 1,500 tanuki archers that sprouted out of the bushes. As expected, the Skahle landed, only to be swarmed by a force now over three times its size. it was a tremendous victory.
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Postby Skogarstrond » Thu Jan 19, 2017 8:53 pm

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29 Septm 724
Nyverdenheim Colony
Northern Shtokar



The last few months had been a long and arduous journey on the stormy waters from the ports of Sommerfuglheim to the makeshift colonial port in Taisal and finally to the treacherous coasts of Northern Shtokar. Many of the women had already set up tents while the men were working on rowing back and forth from their ship the Sommerboffel with supplies. Surprisingly enough, for waters so far north, the journey hadn't been very treacherous, with only a few minor storms.

Bjorn looked out over the camp. The place didn't look like much now, with just a few scattered tents, but he looked into the future and could see it's potential to be a great and magnificent city, even greater than that of Thorheim. Bjorn already saw one of his men starting to build a hut out of wood brought over from the ship.

Soon enough, the sun was setting. Generally, the settlers would eat fish or maybe heat up some frozen beef or pork, but tonight was special. Tonight would be their first night of many to come in this new world. Tonight they would feast.

They started a fire and before long almost everyone was chowing down on a chunk of mammoth. Bjorn, of course, being a friend of the king and the dwarf in charge of the group, dined on the sweet and succulent essensen. Of course, as is bound to happen at any feast, before long everyone was downing Skogarstrondi whiskey or Parravonese wine. The journey had been long, and the road ahead was still perilous, but tonight was a night for celebration. This was Bjorn's last thought as he fell asleep.


"Sabeltann!" he heard from within his tent. Sabeltann was the word for sabretooth in Dwarvic. The empresario left his tent, groggy and half-awake to find that the camp was in chaos. Women were screeching and men were yelling about dusk sabretooths, but for the life of him Bjorn couldn't see any. A small line of dwarves had appeared, steadily aiming their rifles towards a seemingly nonexistent threat.

"One more step and I'll shoot!" he heard one of them yelling. There was obviously something that he wasn't seeing here. He activated his magic and soon enough, he sensed dozens of large tigers encircling the camp, and a few were standing in front of the armed dwarves. Tomak thought Bjorn

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Postby Kookahmunga » Tue Jan 24, 2017 12:02 pm

Septm 30 724
Rasmusa & Rignama
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A frigate headed into Skogarstrondian waters into the island of Rignama. The island's light house had changed its national flag to that of Skogarstrond and was patrolled by 18 soldiers from Skogarstrond. The frigate was clearly Kookahmungan as for it had the Kookahmungan naval flag. The frigate approached the island and stopped with a small boat heading further into Rignama's coasts. The Skogarstondian soldiers saw the ship and took guard to see if it did anything wrong.

A men with a fancy suit and a pompous face came out the boat with two guards holding Kookahmungan flags.

"We wish for you to leave this island, guests aren't welcomed without permission." said a Skogarstrondian soldier.

The men didn't say anything back and came with a letter he read out loud to the soldiers in Holoskan.

On the behalf of the Kingdom of Kookahmunga and His Royal Majesty, King Marko, we apoligize for our mistake of accidentaly annexing your island and building a light house in it and that we planted our flag on it. We were unaware that your nation claimed this island as well that you took it back a month after our claims. We wish to repay our mistake by giving you full control of this light house.

The men went into their boat and in within 8 minutes were in their frigate to leave to Rasmusa.


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Postby Skogarstrond » Wed Jan 25, 2017 1:14 am

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30 Septm 724
Nyverdenheim Colony
Northern Shtokar



"Stop!" yelled Bjorn, whilst running over to the armed dwarves. "Put down your weapons now! This is a direct order!" The dwarves looked back and forth between him and the Tomak for a bit before putting down their guns. "Thank you" he turned towards the Tomak. "You can reveal yourselves, dwarven magic allows us to see you anyway." The Tomak did nothing. Idiot thought Bjorn, I'm speaking Dwarvic. In fluent Anthraic, Bjorn repeated the statement. He could see the Tomak looking to each other warily, trying to see what to do before eventually reavealing themselves.

"Thank you. I had been told to expect Tomak here but I didn't expect it would be under such circumstances. My apologies, but you can't blame my men for acting out of fear. I just think we should all be grateful that nobody was injured or killed." said Bjorn

"Who are you?" said a large Tomak that seemed incredibly cautious of these new arrivals.

"We are dwarves from the Aurinelian kingdom of Skogarstrond. We have come here to set up colonies" this seemed to put the Tomak at unease, and he heard a slight growl from one of the smaller ones. "Please, if you take me to your chief, I'm sure we can make an arrangement"

The Tomak looked around at each other uneasily. Then finally one of them said "You come alone. And no guns."

"Don't do it sir, the savages will tear your throat out." said one of Bjorn's guards.

"It'll be fine, they're no more savages than you or me." and he walked off with the Tomak.


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12 Septm 724
Bieheim Colony
Taisol



The Skogarstrondi colonists had been on Taisol for nearly a week now, and despite how crazy it sounded, Leif was starting to believe that these strange new bees were sentient.

These bees, or the Nahla as they had been named by previous explorers, had been seemed to gather in large crowds of multiple hives and interacting in a way that seemed like conversing. Leif could specifically hear the hum of their buzzing changing quickly, implying that maybe it was some sort of language.

Anyway, whether they were sentient or not, there beeswax surprisingly enough turned out to be a very strong building material. Leif had been ordered personally by King Skogar himself to collect the beeswax in large quantities and send them to the mainland and to the Shtokar colonies to help with construction. This, however, didn't seem to make these Nahla very happy.


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33 Septm 724
Løøwis and Clarak Expedition
Eastern Shtokar



"Løøwis, we shouldn't be out this far. We were only supposed to go as far as the Reseker Coast and then back up to the Faenheim colony. We're crossing into Parravonese colonial territory. We're not supposed to be here" said Clarak.

"Relax, have a drink" he handed Clarak his bottle of whiskey. "Whatever happened to that spirit of adventure I've learned to love about you? Besides, the Parravonese won't even get here for another few weeks, they're too focused on colonizing the Resekers." The two walked on for quite a while, Clarak still remaining very cautious.

Soon enough, a storm rolled in. It wasn't a very bad one, but they had to take shelter in a nearby cave for the night.

"This storm better roll out soon, or else we might not have enough rations to make it back safely to Faenheim." commented Clarak.

"Relax, we've been gone for less than half a week and we've packed supplies for two weeks. We'll be fine." responded Løøwis while chomping down on a chicken leg. The two sat there, eating in the light of the fire silently for a good half an hour.

"Um, Løøwis?" asked Clarak.

"Yeah?" he responded with a mouthful of chicken.

"I thought you said the Parravonese wouldn't be here for a few more weeks."

"They won't be"

"Then who is that" Clarak pointed farther down the cave to a woman standing roughly fifty feet down with a torch in hand

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Postby Holoska » Wed Jan 25, 2017 2:10 am

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The Capitol building mostly got its name from its legal status. It was a simple affair, only one floor tall with a rudimentary second floor being added, and flew three flags from its roof. The first was the flag of Holoska, a rectangular flag whose blue and white stood out like a beacon against the rainy sky. The second was the flag of the Imperium, a diamond pattern breaking up the design of three bars across the flag in a visually striking pattern. And the third was the flag of Isola, a banner like flag that carried a tropical red, green, and yellow field set against the ice blue and white Holoskan sun. In all, it was a rather odd collection of flags.

Vladimir Dyrbov put down the latest paper from the motherland, and listened to the rain against the roof of the Capitol for a while. After a moment, he stood back up and stretched, walking out onto the main road of Hono. This town, of the roughly 47 villages of the island of Isola that the Tauwri had made and lived in for the last 8,000 years, had been selected as a capital purely because it was so close to the only suitable bay for a harbor. As such, this was where the Chancellor, Holoska’s representative and chief adviser to the Commander. And speaking of which, the box carrying the election results had just been dropped off on the front doorstep.

Dyrbov got up and opened the box, reading through the results. From the list, it was shown that Chief Hoaka Hoapili had been elected the Commander of Isola. It wasn't much of a surprise, he seemed to have a surprising gift for persuading people to his position. Not only that, he was solidly pro-Holoska, and he was already well within the Emperor’s influence, which was to be expected. Things were already much changed. The Tauwri had taken to wearing shirts with designs that seemed to merge Rokhan designs as well as those of Isola, or Hoʻokahii as they called it. They had started using muskets to hunt pigs and birds. And their architecture was making use of woodworking tools from Holoska, with the spread of metallurgy. Their little island had turned into a hybrid of Holoska and Isola, and the Emperor seemed to be very fond of their culture.

He went back to the letter, which had come from the Palace itself. Please work with all haste to record their culture and lifestyle before it is irreversibly changed by the merging with our own culture. If we do not keep any record of their culture and way of life before it is gone forever, we will be committing a grievous act of sin against the cultural diversity and history of our world.


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