Crispy Octopus

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I like it, but what would stop the Nomads from being seen as bad people by the Yamarae as well?

@Letter Bee

I'm tweaking the original idea a bit here. The Yemarae's animosity in this scenario would mostly be directed west where there was significant Yemarae settlement in the past. While I doubt they'd be best buddies with the eastern nomads they'd have no oral histories of massacres or betrayals in the east. The original deal would have been a sort of 'no down side' for the Yemarae. Free money and a way to enact some token revenge on the west without losing a single warrior? Of course now that the remnants of the nomads are integrating with the Yemarae things are decidedly more complicated.

A lot of this is still percolating in my head and I need to talk to @Liotrent but I've got a good idea of how the Yemarae will fit into this world now.

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@Letter BeeHmmm.

I can modify Yemarae a bit to make things mesh. Hows about this:

A thousand or so years ago the ancestors of the Yemarae started moving out of the Karae Skae and settling lands to the west, generally coexisting with those early cities around your lake. However, over time those Yemarae were assimilated or slaughtered by the Kingdoms and Empires of the west, eventually leaving only the Yemarae of the Karae Skae independent.

The shaman used the history of Yemarae assimilating to start the myth of the traitor, and of Yemarae being slaughtered perhaps centuries in the past to demonize the cultures of the west. However, they would have still traded and maintained limited, but real, contact with nomadic cultures on the eastern side of the Karae Skae. The horde that threatened the League could have come to an agreement with the Yemarae, who had no love for westerners. That horde would be shown the way through the Karae Skae and led to your valley in exchange for a modest fraction of their plunder.

The Yemarae would have been distant and standoffish, but generally non hostile to you before this. Of course, in their minds they were still doing nothing to you. Anyway, the horde that besieged your cities is defeated and their vassals freed. Their survivors flee into the Karae Skae and find refuge among the Yemarae, something you learn of after you've united the league.

Entering the RP the Yemarae would still be distant and standoffish, but now there would be real and mutual animosity as the surviving nomads integrate with the Yemarae and the league learns the circumstances of the nomads passage through the normally dangerous Karae Skae. There would be a real tension that could be interesting IC.

Thoughts?

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@Letter Bee

Ok cool, so basically the idea here is the Yemarae are working on an old oral history. They literally see everyone around them as twisted aberrations or traitors because to them all of humanity was born from the carcass of Raehe, and they are the original children of Raehe. The shamans have a substantial grip on the culture of the tribes, and they use ancient oral histories, perhaps dating back thousands of years, to reinforce the idea that the Yemarae are peaceful and just and the rest of the world has been taken from them by the wicked.

Now, with that in mind the Yemarae may have even attacked you and not the other way around. It wouldn't be anything so dramatic as all the tribes moving west but perhaps from time to time a chief has tried to 'take what is due' or 'cleanse the wicked' or what have you.

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A serious wip to secure a spot for me. It's enough for you to get the gist of what I'm going for.

@Liotrent@Letter Bee

This is a seriously flexible idea, so just let me know if you'd like to work with me to get a deeper history going. My entire faction is wip, so I can modify it to fit the locale better if needed.

Name:
The Yemarae People

Leader(s):The Council Of Chiefs acts as the nearest thing to a central authority the Yemarae have. Normally the chieftains of the land meet once every year when the days are at their shortest in the winter solstice, though in times of crises or strife a chief in good standing may call his fellows to council.

History:
For many centuries the Yemarae have lived in the mountains and hills of what they call the Karae Skae, the land of the sky. From the great histories told by the eldest shamans the Yemarae know that it was this land that gave birth to them, that when the great falcon Raehe was struck by lightning and felled it was they that rose from his carcass as the last vestiges of the ancient gods will. They also know that once they ranged far, from the Karae Skae all the way to the near mythical endless lake in the distant west. However, those are all distant memories. The armies of the stunted ones, the armies of the tainted, and the armies of the traitors drove what remain of the Yemarae back to their homeland long, long ago.

Some say that one day the barbarians with their strange weapons and armours will one day move upon the Karae Skae itself, but the elders scoff at the notion. The Yemarae have lived more or less the same way for thousands of years, and while they have not always bested their enemies in battle, they have never been out witted on their own lands. The Karae Skae, made from the very bones of Raehe, is as much a part of the people who inhabit it as their own blood. Only a fool would attack the Yemarae, or so the shamans say.

The truth is that the Yemarae have always lost when invaders came to drive them from their homes. The land may be a part of them as much as their blood, but since when was spilling blood enough to stop the wicked?

Location:

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

Is @Voltus_Ventus still alive?

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

The Princes Palace, Otocres, Kingdom of Osetina

Spring rain battered the mosaics of stained glass that served as the throne rooms colossal windows. What little light penetrated the gloom of an overcast day filtering through the glass as a dazzling array of subdued yet vibrant colour that danced with the falling water, casting strange and lurid patterns on the faces of the assembled. For her part, Imogen was nearer to being exhausted rather than dazzled by the splendor. Rising from a deferential bow she spoke, “I am honoured to be granted this audience your Majesty, Serene blessings upon you.”

With a smirk, and he did so love the niceties, King Giles d’Montigue welcomed her, “Head Witch, Imogen, how rare it is for you to visit court these days.”

There was a time she’d have returned the backhanded compliment, but that day had past. Giles was the King now, and when the king had court he was unquestioned. That was fine, she wasn’t here to speak to a friend. With a short nod she continued, “My duties have kept me away your Majesty, they are also why I come today. I requested this audience with urgency so that I may advise caution. I speak of this latest news of peculiar merchants arriving with seemingly enchanted food shipments; an arrival the news of which has doubtless spread quickly. Since my order became aware of this we have performed a cursory investigation, and I have become concerned by the nature of the goods now flooding the capitals stores. These eastern merchants hail from no land known, even to the Witches, and the magics they purport to have preserved their cargo are also foreign to us. It is the opinion of my order that your Majesty should prohibit the sale of these eastern goods until we can be certain what magic was used to preserve them will not have unforeseen and dangerous effects.”

The humor drained from Giles as he leaned forward in the ancient edifice of gold and bone that was his throne, “You advise we tell the people they cannot eat Imogen? The war in Lynnfaire may well end in the coming days, but this shipment has been a boon to the capital and a grace without compare to the people. Imbued with strange magic or no, I will not keep the starving from food.” His sober countenance belied the frustration in his eyes as he stood, closing the distance between them and looking her in the eye before going on, “Yet still, if this is what you advise I am not fool enough to disregard the warnings of your order. I will heed your advice, but I will not deprive the people.”

Imogens brow creased slightly as she watched him, Giles was not one for foolhardy sentiment. She questioned, “You have my thanks for the trust you place in my order your Majesty, but if not a ban on the goods in question, what do you mean to do?”

In answer Giles turned to address the assembled court and boomed, “The easterners goods shall be permitted within the capital, but they shall not leave this cities gates nor find their way to other ports before the Witches can be certain of their safety.” With a pointed look towards Imogen he spoke softly so only she could hear, “I can buy you weeks, a month at most, but no longer. Do what you will.”

With a deep bow and a ’Your Majesty’ she strode out of the room, not irritated but far from pleased. Of course she understood that a temporary ban on the goods would be unpopular, but magic to preserve food? Yattunys? It wasn’t just suspicious, it was convenient. He had to see the danger as well as she did, and if Giles was permitting it in the city then things beyond the Witch Keeps were worse than she’d thought. How close to widespread famine was the realm? One lost shipment from Lynnfaire? Two? It was a disturbing revelation, but one for another day. Hers and her ilk’s was not to worry about food, but magic.

It so happened that today the two met. By the time she’d reached the gates the rain had eased, at least her trip to the markets would be a mote less gruelling. She had a great deal to learn, and no time to learn it.

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

2.) Pump-action and Lever-action are both are as old as the ancient ages, even for weapons. Your decision to ban them basically also removes Gastraphetes and Chu-ko-nu, among others. In addition neither weapons are semi-automatic, that applies to weapons that load the next round by themselves. Blowback operated action was the first such example and from that you can guess how very different that would be.
In addition there's a difference between pulling back a pump for a gun, where it only requires enough force to load the next cartridge, and for a crossbow. In a sense banning pump action is the equivalent of prohibiting bowmen to draw back the bowstrings.

@Willy Vereb

@DarkspleenJust ban clip and magazine fed weapons. Chu-ko-nu were useless at anything but extremely short range and were only ever used storming keeps. They have abysmal armor penetration. For a crossbow to be remotely useful against even lightly armored troops it needs a draw weight heavy enough that a magazine is only a hindrance when it is drawn.

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

The Emerald Keep, Astica, Serene Kingdom of Osetina

Thea sighed resignedly, “You’re certain there isn’t a way to increase our yields?”

The decrepit book keeper simply shook his head as his eyes scanned the document, “I’m afraid so. Most of the dukes and duchesses have already instituted rationing. As I see it we could try and seed the fallow fields, but to do so would only make things worse next year. There’s simply not enough farmland in your domain your royal highness, and to be wholly truthful there is not enough farmland in the kingdom if these number speak true. I must advise you follow your peers and institute rationing. Our only choices are scarcity or famine so long as Lynnfaire tears itself asunder.”

“Then go and see it done.” She shook her head even as her words conceded the point. The news hadn’t surprised her, but then she always did have a knack for expecting the worst. As it was the Kingdom would withstand another few years of this before some fool decided to heft a pitchfork and lead a revolt. That was if what little grain was still coming from Lynnfaire didn’t dry up, though.

The old man had left the room the moment he’d been dismissed, but the silence did little to calm her thoughts. Pulling out an ornate chair and sitting at the meeting table meant for more than a dozen she pondered the situation, how had it come to this? The war in Lynnfaire had always been a concern, but to think that foolish Queen and her idiotic Cousin would go so far as to set their whole country on fire? Nobody could have predicted that. Her father could preach neutrality all he liked, but that was a mistake that had cost them. She disdained her brothers for playing their little games of power by sending aid up north, making that destructive expression of chaos worse, but perhaps it was time for her to follow suit. The scales were slowly tipping towards the Queen, and minor heretic or not the girl was the rightful heir. It’d be helping Edmund in a roundabout way, but the war had to end. The Queen had the heartlands of Lynnfaire and if the war was to end her gains would have to start multiplying.

Standing up Thea made her way to a desk covered in parchment, ink bottles, and pens at the back of the meeting room. Finding a suitable combination she cleared a space on the old table and began drafting a letter.

Your Majesty Abigail d’Montigue, Queen of Lynnfaire,

It is my foremost wish to congratulate you on your most recent victories in that most senseless war which has been forced upon you. Though this is our first correspondence I have long sympathized with your plight.

In the past I have abstained from displaying such sympathies publically or acting upon them when perhaps it would have been prudent to do so. Though had merely sought to follow my father’s, his Majesty the rightful Serene King of Osetina, wishes I see now that my inaction in the face of crises has shamed me.

I am again shamed to learn my brother, His Royal Highness Prince Edmund, has seen fit to demonstrate his support before me. It is my hope to remedy this failure in my judgement by sending aid to you in the form of fighting men, and if it is your wish a substantial loan free of interest, posthaste.

I eagerly await your reply and wish you swift victory,
-Thea d’Montigue, Princess of Osetina

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

Lmfao

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

@solamelikeSola is right.