Arrrr no...Creativity....Arrrrrr!!!
:(
I just can't wait til the dark elves starts coming to my place tbh ;-; Makes me want to forgo all the smaller plots that I had in mind. lol
Anyway, yeah. Wait for steam summer sales!
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Lol I apologize. Creativity is really on a stump. I cant churn out original plots unless it's a derivative from someone elses post hahaha. I'm still writing though ;-;
I'll get a post up when I wake up. Sorry for the delays.
Quick question, did my small band make it to the defense of bahapore?
My finals are over!!!!! I'll be able to post consistently now. Sorry for the wait if I am holding anyone up
Are my reinforcements included / will they make it in time? I am aware that you have requested military aid for quite some time, but I was a little too late to have answered.
I'll be sending some aide to you, titanic.
Uaruneria
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Dark Tidings
The twelve obsidian clad warriors were greeted and escorted by a regiment of the On'on City Guards to the meeting hall. The entire length of the journey drew whispers and unneeded attention by the populace of On'on, what with the grim designs and dark colors on their armor. Especially so, when worn by beings nary a soul recognizes coupled with a terrifying height.
Eventually, the twelve was ushered into the meeting hall, where the Matriach had seated herself comfortably sipping on her favourite salted milk tea. The meeting hall although small, was decorated with intricate embroidery carpets telling tales of the nation's past. A cozy pit of fire crackled in the middle, as it kept the hall lit and warm. The twelve took a peek around in a restrained manner, with their eyeballs rolling obscured behind heavy obsidian helmets.
"Welcome, dark warriors. I am Sarantsa Uiun Odval, the Matriach of the Phoenix. Unfortunately, the queen is currently away. As such, I will be acting queen in her absence." Her sullen voice reached the ears of the visitors, which drew their attention back towards her.
"Please, make yourself comfortable," Odval gestured towards cushions scattered around the meeting hall. However, the twelve did not move nor replied. They simply stood eerily in extreme discipline. A moment of silence was then broken by a deep gravelly voice, "For six weeks, you have waited. And six weeks, we arrive. We are dark elves. We bear a message from our lord, Raknan the Black, Emperor of all Arion, High King of the Mak'tan, Slayer of the Emperor of Chains. You have received us well, and for that - the Mak'tanian Empire will grant you a choice, little bird - a commandment from our emperor..."
"Do not be coy in my presence, Dark Elf. Underestimate me, and you will surely be sorry." Angered by the remark of 'little bird', Odval snapped back at the dark elf's provocations. Her fists shuddered as she gripped the tea cup with fury. However, her intimidations were not as successful, for the dark elf laughed obnoxiously in retort. "Threaten us if you will - o' mother of phoenix, for we fear not death. However, should the commandments of the Obsidian Throne not be treated with prudence, it is you whom should be fearing. For the death of your people awaits."
Feeling powerless against the threats by the dark elf, Odval could not help but to agree - for news of the Echen Isles' helplessness against such foes echoed in her mind. She shuddered at the thought of Uaruneria facing against these mysterious people. "Speak then, what does your emperor will from us?"
"The Obsidian Throne demands that you aid us in bringing destruction to Orysson. Allow us passage and protection in your lands whilst the might of the Mak'tanian Empire assembles in due time. Allow us, and you will be handsomely rewarded..." A slight pause followed, which the dark elf began to cackle eerily before continuing, "And be spared from the inevitable onslaught."
Odval began to consider her choices. To fight against such a powerful foe, or proceed under their protection and authority. Her nation may have enjoyed prosperity from independence in the last 20 years, but it seems that it will not last. As such, the safety of her people is of her utmost priority. Should these dark elves assure the safety of her people, she will undoubtedly agree. "How will I know that your emperor will keep his word, that no harm will be done upon my people?"
"You will not, o' mother of phoenix," the dark elf sharply replied. "However, our emperor rewards loyalty and obedience. Should you agree - we will assure you the safety of your people from our wrath. You will be granted shipments of Obsidian Steel, a material far stronger - far lighter than of feeble steel. Mak'tanian shipwrights, experts in the construction of Obsidian sea vessels. Lastly, you will be granted the title of Warlord of Northern Orysson. The generosity of our emperor knows no bounds, but should you cross him - a heavier hand will be dealt upon you and your people."
"I do not care for anything else as long as the safety of my people are assured." She spoke sternly, reminding the dark elves that her decisions will not be moved by promises of greed. "However, I will take no part in the war against my neighbours..."
"Worry not o' mother of phoenix, for that is our task. We will not be sharing the joys of slaughter with you." The dark elf spoke quickly, cutting Odval from finishing her sentence - as if he already knew what she had in mind.
A moment of silence then filled the room, with only the crackling of the fire being heard. Odval took some time to consider all possibilities and eventually came to a conclusion. "Very well, I will agree."
Aid
The continent of Orysson had once again turned into unrest - with squabbles sprouting from every corner of the world. It was soon enough, that the neighbouring nation of Bahapore requested military aid.
Odval then sends a messenger to the Achnon Republic, informing them that the Fleet of Mist will be passing through their waters. Preparations were made in haste, whereby both Thousand-man General Khulaan and the Sealord Chuulan were dispatched within the same day.
Terbish and Enebish
(WIP)
Pepelu meets the Queen of Freywyn (WIP)
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The twelve obsidian clad warriors were greeted and escorted by a regiment of the On'on City Guards to the meeting hall. The entire length of the journey drew whispers and unneeded attention by the populace of On'on, what with the grim designs and dark colors on their armor. Especially so, when worn by beings nary a soul recognizes coupled with a terrifying height.
Eventually, the twelve was ushered into the meeting hall, where the Matriach had seated herself comfortably sipping on her favourite salted milk tea. The meeting hall although small, was decorated with intricate embroidery carpets telling tales of the nation's past. A cozy pit of fire crackled in the middle, as it kept the hall lit and warm. The twelve took a peek around in a restrained manner, with their eyeballs rolling obscured behind heavy obsidian helmets.
"Welcome, dark warriors. I am Sarantsa Uiun Odval, the Matriach of the Phoenix. Unfortunately, the queen is currently away. As such, I will be acting queen in her absence." Her sullen voice reached the ears of the visitors, which drew their attention back towards her.
"Please, make yourself comfortable," Odval gestured towards cushions scattered around the meeting hall. However, the twelve did not move nor replied. They simply stood eerily in extreme discipline. A moment of silence was then broken by a deep gravelly voice, "For six weeks, you have waited. And six weeks, we arrive. We are dark elves. We bear a message from our lord, Raknan the Black, Emperor of all Arion, High King of the Mak'tan, Slayer of the Emperor of Chains. You have received us well, and for that - the Mak'tanian Empire will grant you a choice, little bird - a commandment from our emperor..."
"Do not be coy in my presence, Dark Elf. Underestimate me, and you will surely be sorry." Angered by the remark of 'little bird', Odval snapped back at the dark elf's provocations. Her fists shuddered as she gripped the tea cup with fury. However, her intimidations were not as successful, for the dark elf laughed obnoxiously in retort. "Threaten us if you will - o' mother of phoenix, for we fear not death. However, should the commandments of the Obsidian Throne not be treated with prudence, it is you whom should be fearing. For the death of your people awaits."
Feeling powerless against the threats by the dark elf, Odval could not help but to agree - for news of the Echen Isles' helplessness against such foes echoed in her mind. She shuddered at the thought of Uaruneria facing against these mysterious people. "Speak then, what does your emperor will from us?"
"The Obsidian Throne demands that you aid us in bringing destruction to Orysson. Allow us passage and protection in your lands whilst the might of the Mak'tanian Empire assembles in due time. Allow us, and you will be handsomely rewarded..." A slight pause followed, which the dark elf began to cackle eerily before continuing, "And be spared from the inevitable onslaught."
Odval began to consider her choices. To fight against such a powerful foe, or proceed under their protection and authority. Her nation may have enjoyed prosperity from independence in the last 20 years, but it seems that it will not last. As such, the safety of her people is of her utmost priority. Should these dark elves assure the safety of her people, she will undoubtedly agree. "How will I know that your emperor will keep his word, that no harm will be done upon my people?"
"You will not, o' mother of phoenix," the dark elf sharply replied. "However, our emperor rewards loyalty and obedience. Should you agree - we will assure you the safety of your people from our wrath. You will be granted shipments of Obsidian Steel, a material far stronger - far lighter than of feeble steel. Mak'tanian shipwrights, experts in the construction of Obsidian sea vessels. Lastly, you will be granted the title of Warlord of Northern Orysson. The generosity of our emperor knows no bounds, but should you cross him - a heavier hand will be dealt upon you and your people."
"I do not care for anything else as long as the safety of my people are assured." She spoke sternly, reminding the dark elves that her decisions will not be moved by promises of greed. "However, I will take no part in the war against my neighbours..."
"Worry not o' mother of phoenix, for that is our task. We will not be sharing the joys of slaughter with you." The dark elf spoke quickly, cutting Odval from finishing her sentence - as if he already knew what she had in mind.
A moment of silence then filled the room, with only the crackling of the fire being heard. Odval took some time to consider all possibilities and eventually came to a conclusion. "Very well, I will agree."
The continent of Orysson had once again turned into unrest - with squabbles sprouting from every corner of the world. It was soon enough, that the neighbouring nation of Bahapore requested military aid.
Odval then sends a messenger to the Achnon Republic, informing them that the Fleet of Mist will be passing through their waters. Preparations were made in haste, whereby both Thousand-man General Khulaan and the Sealord Chuulan were dispatched within the same day.
(WIP)
Pepelu meets the Queen of Freywyn (WIP)
I did not want to pay heed to nation exports so much at first, but looking at how some have more uses than others makes me doubt my export choices. Pearls are, well - not so useful?
Lovely post fiendish. It was a good read!
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