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Is anyone willing to be my new cartographer? I need someone who can update the map with all accepted nations and cut out the abandoned. Yes, this includes drawing a giant knob on the map.
Corvus held his glare for a few seconds more, giving the room an angsty, dark silence... then burst out laughing. It was the loud, warm laughter of a man who had been told a great joke. "I like you, girl! You've got balls, that's for damn sure!"

After calming down a little, still smiling, Corvus sheathed his sword, though he did kneel down to pick up the dagger, eyes on the girl at all times. "Firstly, that's not my place. The guards can decide what you deserve and whether you should get away with it. Secondly, you killed a man because he was a bully? That's harsh, even by my standards." He held up a hand to silence any would-be protests, but his voice was still gentle, like a father telling a daughter that 9 add 10 was not 21 but, in fact, 19." Trust me, girl, where I come from, law is hard, and punishments severe. If you wish to end this in a sword fight, take your knife back and we'll settle this one to one. I don't want to do that, but it's an option. Instead, I'd rather -"

Then there was the big clamour downstairs. Had they discovered the corpse? Maybe. It didn't sound the panicky cries of old drunks and whores discovering a murder. Then again, Corvus didn't spend much time around drunks and whores. Either way, they couldn't speak here - they'd find the pair and that would be awkward to explain. He'd rather not lose her to mob 'justice'.

"Actually, maybe we should find somewhere a little quieter to talk. Grab some clothes, we're taking a walk. And take your sword, if you have one - there are some unsavoury types about and with a sword and two daggers between the pair of us, we ain't exactly a force to be reckoned with."
mpjama2 said
Alright, ColinTraven hasn't responded to my PM, and its been more than a week since my last post. I'm just going to sink the ship, since it was unlikely that he/she will be active in this rp unless there are any objections.


Give it one more day. Then we shall witness the sinking of the ship.
Williwiw said
Well, I yet need to know If I am accepted, but I have some ideas I will tell you soon.However, I changed my mind about hat invitation, as it looks unrealistic that a landlocked country would have transoceanic boats for this.


Oh, damn. Sorry. Looks fine, accepted.
"Watch your tongue, assassin." Corvus growled, stepping forwards a couple of steps. His leather boots traipsed softly on the wooden floors, the long steel sword getting ever closer to the girl on the bed. "You have no right to judge another the way you did so tonight. I don't care what he did to you, but law has its due place and process. You have broken that law - you better have a damn good reason for it"
Years of training with the Khans had hardened Corvus. He did not feel an ounce of pity as he threatened this quivering, frightened elf. He had a total advantage over her. He knew it, she knew it, the bugs in the walls knew it.
"And just what are you planning on doing with that miserable butter-knife?" He added spitefully, punching his armour with his spare hand to emphasise the point. It clinked softly as bands of steel and iron clashed between layers of leather. "You won't do any damage with that. So put it down and explain yourself - now!"
A Den - a place where a wild animal lives. The definition could not be applied more aptly than to this run-down, filthy old tavern. Everything here was covered in a thin layer of grease and slime. The locals could only be described as animals, drinking and swearing and fighting. Not that Corvus was afraid of a good fight, but quite frankly, he didn't want to degenerate himself by brawling in such an unsanitary place. He even thought he saw a couple fornicating in one of the darker ends of the pub.

Still, it was better than the streets, and there were few other places to go. The food here was filling, if not flavoursome, and the beds were clean enough. In the grand scheme of things, there could be worse places for the ex-soldier to lay his head. And anything was better that going back home, to the soldiers and the gangs. This was an escape for him and by Tyche, it was about as far removed from home as he could get.

Still, the mead wasn't worth drinking and although there were a few pretty girls, he paid little interest to such banal pursuits such as those of the flesh. Only one girl would ever captivate his heart, and she had long since left him. For Dagon's sake, even the water tasted faintly of blood and sex. What a waste of resources.

With nothing else to do, Corvus' eye slowly patrolled the room, pointing out any particular characters. Disgusting little bars like this always had more interesting stories than the high-end, refined joints. At best, in a high-end place, he'd see inherent rich-boys, honest bug famous artisans and thieves under the guises of businessmen. Here, there was a dozen stories calling out to him, each more depressing than the last. For example, what had driven that drunken vagrant at the bar to spend what little money he had on such cheap booze? Why was that young lady, barely older than 15, playing tonsil-hockey with the all-to-obviously pedophile priest, searching for his wallet whilst pretending to flirt with him? Perhaps he saddest tale of all was the one that lead the poor sod in the corner to drink himself to death, his corpse mistaken for one of several sleepers, no-one bothering to check if he was alright.

Yup, the stories of the poor where infinitely more interesting than the stories of the rich. He'd been around both long enough to know he'd rather be rich and boring than poor and interesting. Stories were nice, but you couldn't feed yourself with a story, nor could you swap it for a half loaf of bread. Money made the world go round, and though everyone here seemed to be having a good time, there was pain behind every smile, sorrow behind every punched arse and dirty joke. It would be pitiful if these men were worth the pity. But instead of dealing with their issues like adults, they escape. They run away like chickens, seeking the comforts of a cheap, watered down beer.

Now, there was a real winner. That girl with the mask, mesmerising the brawler from earlier. He followed her like a dog after a master - rather, he followed a part of her. He'd never get her fully. Corvus wondered why she was performing such suggestive, hypnotic movements for this man in particular when she knew she could have anyone in this bar on their knees - all the man, bar himself, of course, and most of the girls would give an arm and a leg to see under that leather outfit.

But... That wasn't right. Something was wrong. Corvus' ears pricked up, alert and ready. For a moment, he could have sworn he heard a glass shattering. Not a dropped glass, but one broken covertly, quietly. His eyes once again settled on the girl and her lustful victim, certain there was a story behind this too.

Oh yes there was. The girl was almost flawless in her manoeuvres, making sure few could see her true intentions, and none saw her face. But she made a mistake. She had murdered a man in Corvus' presence. Completely sober and trained in both gang warfare and military conflict, Corvus was faster, more perceptive and all round more suited to dealing with this incident than any other patron in the bar. Indeed, though a few faces looked her way as she stumbled over a barrel, few tried to stop the assassin from escaping. The man had been left to die without aid or comfort. Once again, Corvus found himself stunned by the lack of pack ethic these swine had - one of their own is butchered in front of them and they go back to their drinks as though nothing happened.

Pigs, every one of them. Cursing their pathetic, meaningless lives, Corvus followed the assassin outside. Keeping to the shadows, he stalked the stalker, noting her movements carefully, making sure he wasn't detected.

Jackpot

The girl clambered through an open window, presumably her room. It wasn't difficult for the ex-Khan to climb up after her, though he did take a little slower, considering he was avoiding making any noise at all. Foolish girl had forgotten to shut the window - big mistake.

Once inside, Corvus took a look around. Typical tavern room of the Den's caliber, perhaps a little tidier than the usual patron's, but still dingy and low quality.

"Tomorrow will be a new day" the soft voice could only have come from one place - the girl's bedroom. Deciding now was time for neither subtlety or diplomacy, Corvus drew his sword and kicked open the door

"Indeed." The steel blade was aimed directly at the girl on the bed "But ask yourself this, murderer - will you live to see that new day? I saw your antics downstairs, and I am unimpressed. You better explain yourself, now!"
TheSovereignGrave said
So, good news (kinda). I wasn't able to hang out over my friend's, so I'll get a post up now. But Feigling, I have a question. Why would Torin give a damn about Adjutor Insula? It's on the complete opposite side of the continent.


It's all about appearances, my dear Grave. We are seen promoting peace and humanitarianism and people think 'they must be a very peaceful, kind nation. I'd like to visit there.' If we try to curb violent activity elsewhere, we look like a kind of small-scale UN. Also, war means people care more about weapons and armour, and distance means that both sides will buy in bulk from closer nations. The army doesn't have the patience to wait for us. Less war = less compitition = more customers = more money. People don't want luxury during a war, they want fast-built, quick as you can garbage. Our construction may be better, but it is also slower.
Torin only supports wars that support it. Anything else is a threat. If you have a war, many will die, and the dead make poor customers.

TheSovereignGrave said
Posts seem so much longer when you're typing them out then they actually are when you post them. -.-


The 'character count' doesn't help. 7000 characters seems a lot, but when it makes about 500 words, it seems a lot less.
Things are slowing down. This is quite a busy time of year. Don't expect things to pick up after Christmas, either. Bloody exams.
- Caballeria, Torin -

"WHAT?"
The bellow resonated around the entire city, waves of sound bouncing around the cobblestones and wood. There wasn't one person in Caballeria that didn't hear the shout.

The voice belonged to one Lanius Inculta, General of Torin's well-trained army and Commandant of its formidable navy. The man was the most vicious, most mean-spirited soldier in the whole of Torin. It was almost inspiring how quick he could turn from being mildly annoyed to absolutely furious. Once, he caught a recruit out of uniform and had him scrubbing toilets for a month. He could go on the most ear blistering rants with nary a breath between words. No wonder he was the most feared man in the Gryph Empire.

But when not one, not two, but three pieces of bad news came through his door, he showed little mercy. If someone dared look at him the wrong way, with the mood he was in, they could kiss their army career goodbye. His face was bright red as he read the reports in front of him.

First of all, the Empress had left, alongside Corvus and Luna, leaving Father Bitter-root in charge of political affairs and EVERYTHING ELSE for him. It was hard enough training a bunch of sorry, half-wit maggots to become a fighting force formidable enough to guard Torin, but now he had to deal with the creepy Inquisition as well as uphold basic Law. Bitter-root was alright, and he could trust the High Inquisitor with Luna and Kali's lives, but he had way more important things to deal with.

Secondly, the Karkarth/Adjutor Insula feud. Both sides could be important political and military allies. If rumours were correct, things in the Insula were getting more heated by the moment. There was talk of conspiracy, murder and assassination. If things didn't calm down soon, the war between the two would evolve into something far worse. Either one side had to be crushed, or peace would need to made, before Torin could allow itself to breathe again. Either way, it had to be done swiftly.

Finally, Marmon. There had been more attacks, and it was becoming difficult to keep things cordial. Trade was strong, but the more raids and crimes, the tougher it was to garentee security. The local guards were worthless, and many Gryph tradesmen were fleeing, no-one staying around long enough to set up elaborate trade. Torino was making money, little by little, but less and less traders wanted to go there. It just wasn't safe.

"Why couldn't that old Bitter-Root buzzard deal with this?" Lanius grumbled, head in his hands. He had a few options, but Lanius wasn't really trained for any plan that didn't involve bashing in a few thousand skulls or sinking a few boats. Political matters were beyond him.

Think, soldier, think. What would you do if this was a war situation?

Lanius thought. He couldn't go in all bows firing, nor could he cow out. He was picking allies, securing positions, planning strategically, not tactically. He had to deal with these issues now, but in such a way that the benefits of his actions were felt far in the future.

First, Marmon. He couldn't publicly support the crime lords, but he could aid them in other ways. Set up a system that would hurt the thieves just as much as Torin if things went awry. At the same time, he had to make it look like he was supporting Marmon's natural government. If all went well, there would be way more trade between the two nations and at least Torin would benefit.

Now, The Adjutor Insula and Karkarth. Both sides seemed to be struggling, but after the recent raid on Love (Honestly, what kind of name was that? What kind of hippy lunatic named their city Love?) Lanius had to concede that Karkarth was on the offence. It would be wise to hedge one's bets with the victor, but at the same time, a public display of support for the passive Insula would make Torin look like supporters of the Underdog, and everyone loves someone who cares for the weak. Maybe there was a way to support both sides?

Politics was hard.



- A greater amount of Gryph and Kasai can be seen in Marmon, typically as traders.
- A noticable surge of Gryph and Kasai have arrived in the Adjutor Insula, acting as peacekeepers and promoting an end to the war. Most are armed. Discussion with both warring governments is yet to occur.
RisenDead said
Well, Feigling, am I good to go?


Your nation looks like a giant knob!

(Dinh should appreciate this. Maybe)


But, yeah, other than weird bearded dwarf women, I cannot see anything wrong with this app. Enjoy!
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