Lord ZeeI just finished my post and for some reason I feel like I absolutely littered it with mistakes, I'm probably going to rewrite something like 45% of my post in the morning when my brain starts working again.
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The four Drakun forts of the Drakun-Iroden had already seen intense attacks from the so called "Kingdom" to the east, nothing that hadn't been repelled by a few waves of musket shot and cannon fire, but beyond that of what the lesser lands should posses. If it had not been for the presence of the Lordly Infantry it was quite possible that this new bastion of trade could have been extinguished in its youth. Despite the aggression of the tribes trade was still on the rise, if more cautiously. Prices had begun to level out and many opportunists were already pushing for the opening of more trade routes to other nations, ignorant of the costs associated with shipping.
Espionage has held something of a mixed history in the lands of Drakun, seen both as a coward's tool and the victors edge. Eventually with the establishment of the Arch-chancellor position came a unified intelligence branch, a largely unnecessary branch as it turned out. Between the rather isolationist position of Drakun during its civil war and the high sense of honour that drives its able bodied men into the armed forces the need for spies and counterspies was found to lacking. Regardless of this fact the newly minted Republic of Drakun encouraged citizen watchgroups to act as the eyes and ears of Drakun at home. One such watchgroup was currently alerting the local militia to a suspected spy. On paper the man wasn't an illegal, and he had all the requisite records of a Drakun born citizen to go with his lovely papers. However all the papers in the world did not change the man, and this man as legal in appearance as he was held a certain undisguisable disdain for the “fanatics” as he saw them. He was good at hiding it, good at being ordinary but not so ordinary as to be questionable, but as with all strong natured cultures there were some aspects one could not falsify.
A bottle of champagne was broken, and for the first time since the unification of the Republic there was a Drakun navy, in theory at least, as of yet there were but two ships, one flagship for the great world ocean of western Drakun, one for the lesser northern ocean in the east. To most the celebration finished without much ceremony, but Arch-chancellor Cyk could barely contain himself as his dream slowly made its way off the dry-dock. For the longest time he had thought this design would remain one of the many machinations that would be left to future generations, but before him was not a ship of cannons, but of the largest mortars their hulls could float.
Hidden in the land between nations, just outside of the Kingdom of Stoludi a man meets with a Drakun platoon and gives his report. Unsettled by the whispers the man has overheard the two leaders of the mission step aside;
"A blue gas lighter than air which grants visions. Good lord no wonder these backwaters call it magic."
"Perhaps we are the fools to disbelieve, after all the impossible is before our eyes."
"I know you Sons of Drakun are madmen out of necessity but I would ask that you keep it to yourselves."
"One day lieutenant, you might just be so lucky as to glimpse the wheels within themselves, and the design behind the madness. Now send for one of your scribes, I have a very interesting missive for him to take down."
Espionage has held something of a mixed history in the lands of Drakun, seen both as a coward's tool and the victors edge. Eventually with the establishment of the Arch-chancellor position came a unified intelligence branch, a largely unnecessary branch as it turned out. Between the rather isolationist position of Drakun during its civil war and the high sense of honour that drives its able bodied men into the armed forces the need for spies and counterspies was found to lacking. Regardless of this fact the newly minted Republic of Drakun encouraged citizen watchgroups to act as the eyes and ears of Drakun at home. One such watchgroup was currently alerting the local militia to a suspected spy. On paper the man wasn't an illegal, and he had all the requisite records of a Drakun born citizen to go with his lovely papers. However all the papers in the world did not change the man, and this man as legal in appearance as he was held a certain undisguisable disdain for the “fanatics” as he saw them. He was good at hiding it, good at being ordinary but not so ordinary as to be questionable, but as with all strong natured cultures there were some aspects one could not falsify.
A bottle of champagne was broken, and for the first time since the unification of the Republic there was a Drakun navy, in theory at least, as of yet there were but two ships, one flagship for the great world ocean of western Drakun, one for the lesser northern ocean in the east. To most the celebration finished without much ceremony, but Arch-chancellor Cyk could barely contain himself as his dream slowly made its way off the dry-dock. For the longest time he had thought this design would remain one of the many machinations that would be left to future generations, but before him was not a ship of cannons, but of the largest mortars their hulls could float.
Hidden in the land between nations, just outside of the Kingdom of Stoludi a man meets with a Drakun platoon and gives his report. Unsettled by the whispers the man has overheard the two leaders of the mission step aside;
"A blue gas lighter than air which grants visions. Good lord no wonder these backwaters call it magic."
"Perhaps we are the fools to disbelieve, after all the impossible is before our eyes."
"I know you Sons of Drakun are madmen out of necessity but I would ask that you keep it to yourselves."
"One day lieutenant, you might just be so lucky as to glimpse the wheels within themselves, and the design behind the madness. Now send for one of your scribes, I have a very interesting missive for him to take down."
@6slyboy6 You going to wait for eemmtt?
Wearing a cuirass in a world of guns and what not has few merits. Distortion of electric attacks such as those from stun guns might in fact be the only advantage. Only experiencing mild muscle spasms Errald gave up on the "disguise" and began properly tumbling through the panicked crowed, ducking narrowly between and through groups. Within moments he was nearing the edge of the courtyard. However now content to simply abscond he stopped for a moment to lob a fireball at the balcony on with Oberon watched.
It was an effort not to tremble as the humans unloaded the cages, having been born clever by raptor standards Ungue had spent a large part of his life lock in them and studied, tested. There was no way the pack could take on this many armed humans without dieing or ending up back in the cages.
@6slyboy6 Technology is always a bit of a mess. I'm probably not going to get into using proper machinery for a while yet but I wanted to lay the ground work for my nations development and it was something to help fill my post.
The council had been right for once, quite the pleasant surprise for Arch-chancellor Cyk. The new trade route had caused quite the uptick in what had for some years now been the some what stagnant Drakun economy. The average standard of living was up which was leading to more families seeking educations and reinvestment, and with all the newly conquered lands in the south and east there was something of a land-rush for people to spend their money on. Through the magic of economics both the people of Drakun and the treasury had more money without either the Republic or the Irodiens having lost anything.
Despite the poor weather there was a definite air of Spring in the ports of Drakun, the annual thaw was early and there was plenty of fish which with the trade boom were fetching a higher price. It was the shipwrights who found themselves the happiest on this day, for the first time in nearly a decade the Drakun Republic was establishing a fleet and the contracts were going straight to auction instead of being handed out.
However things were not going well in a certain Drakun workshop, "You want to use a windmill to power a boat?"
"No, I was using that as an example to give you an idea of the machinery I am working with. I believe it to be possible to substitute the wind power needed for a mill with steam from a boiler. Furthermore I think that if we can scale down the parts needed such could be used on a boat to turn an oar-wheel similar to the grindstone."
"See, that is where you lose me. You want to take a water mill, except instead of have the waterwheel turn the machinery you want the machinery to move the water. And to power this monstrous machine-boat you want to use a windmill, except instead of using wind it is powered by steam from a boiler, itself powered by burning oil."
"Exactly."
"Well beside such a mess of machinery being to big and heavy to be useful on a boat the general concept is impossible in a number of ways, namely that boilers have to be stationary to work."
"Which is why I need the investment, if we could fix th-"
"Kid, you aren't getting an investment from me or anyone else with an ounce of sanity. You want to take three incredibly large and dangerous machines, find a way around their inherent design, and stitch them together to do something that we can already do better. Beyond that I doubt we have so much as five boilers in the entire Republic when people can simply heat their water normally without risking an explosion."
"But imagine if it could be done! A world-"
"This is the real world kid. We don't have the time or money to waste on the impossible."
Despite the poor weather there was a definite air of Spring in the ports of Drakun, the annual thaw was early and there was plenty of fish which with the trade boom were fetching a higher price. It was the shipwrights who found themselves the happiest on this day, for the first time in nearly a decade the Drakun Republic was establishing a fleet and the contracts were going straight to auction instead of being handed out.
However things were not going well in a certain Drakun workshop, "You want to use a windmill to power a boat?"
"No, I was using that as an example to give you an idea of the machinery I am working with. I believe it to be possible to substitute the wind power needed for a mill with steam from a boiler. Furthermore I think that if we can scale down the parts needed such could be used on a boat to turn an oar-wheel similar to the grindstone."
"See, that is where you lose me. You want to take a water mill, except instead of have the waterwheel turn the machinery you want the machinery to move the water. And to power this monstrous machine-boat you want to use a windmill, except instead of using wind it is powered by steam from a boiler, itself powered by burning oil."
"Exactly."
"Well beside such a mess of machinery being to big and heavy to be useful on a boat the general concept is impossible in a number of ways, namely that boilers have to be stationary to work."
"Which is why I need the investment, if we could fix th-"
"Kid, you aren't getting an investment from me or anyone else with an ounce of sanity. You want to take three incredibly large and dangerous machines, find a way around their inherent design, and stitch them together to do something that we can already do better. Beyond that I doubt we have so much as five boilers in the entire Republic when people can simply heat their water normally without risking an explosion."
"But imagine if it could be done! A world-"
"This is the real world kid. We don't have the time or money to waste on the impossible."
Ungue didn't register Ratch appearing, memories of living in a cage were flooding his mind. Years of living in a confined little building, being fed only when the creators willed it, being shocked every time he tried to learn of the walls which held him. Trembling slightly, Ungue took a step back, still looking at Natsu for some form of reassurance.
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"You mean Javier? I think we has taking a mid-day nap to help recover from his injury. As for the defenses, I think we need to make some of those old pike things they used to break cavalry charges. Beyond that we should probably see if we kinda a source of freshwater instead of relying on the ship so heavily."
As the crowd around the gallows reached its height a small flame danced across the cobblestone walk way, erupting into a circle around the platform. In a matter of moments the wood and rope of the hangman's noose was ablaze. Trying his best to blend in with the panicked crowd Errald danced this way and that, mimicking the scatter to the best of his ability.
Anyone watching could see an obviously cloaked figure who, by sheer coincidence, had been standing were the trail of fire had started.
Anyone watching could see an obviously cloaked figure who, by sheer coincidence, had been standing were the trail of fire had started.
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