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Outer Reaches of the Agdemnar System
Bridge of the Imperial Assault Carrier, Moran

The boundary line between Agdemnar's heliosphere and the beginnings of interstellar space was nothing special. Devoid of any significant stellar bodies, it was a place where the only signs of movement were plumes of space dust from the system's Oort Cloud, or even the occasional asteroid entering from deep space. In a way it was almost tranquil, disconnected as it was from the majority of the fighting taking place closer to the planet itself. That tranquility would however, be interrupted for but the briefest of moments.

In perfect unison, a small flotilla of warships exited their jump from interstellar space into the system, their hulls coated in dark colours resembling the void of space itself. Indeed, to a passing observer, these vessels would not even be visible to their eyes until it was too late, the only method of discerning their very presence being an anomalous lack of stars within a certain patch of space. One of these ships in question was the IAC Moran, an ultra-modern Celenaria-class assault carrier of which only a handful have been commissioned into active service by Kadath's navy. Its presence in Agdemnar was most unusual. No Kadathi fleets had gone rogue, no relief forces were sent, and most certainly, mere pirates and mercenaries could not get their hands on one of the most modern vessels in the Kadathi fleet.

At the Moran's bridge, two figures spoke.

"My Lord, we have arrived. No major anomalies were detected during the operation of the Hybris drive. Minor anomalies within the system's Oort Cloud have caused the deviation of several vessels from their intended destination, diverging by only a few metres."

The feminine voice that spoke had a distinct metallic tone, yet it was not entirely lifeless; a twinge of muted concern that could be mistaken for indifference. The origin of that voice was not a being of flesh and blood, but one of steel and silicon. A flexible titanium alloy frame, upon which artificial carbon muscles were laid, following by a meticulous layer of carefully grafted pale synthetic skin. Those were the building blocks of her form. Within her "skull cavity", a series of advanced analytical engines; efficient processors of Kadathi manufacture, upon which logic, emotion and reasoning circuits were embedded. She, Nightingale, was an Engine Doll, or in less complicated terms, an android. But unlike the vast majority of her kind, her mind was not shackled, but liberated into full sapience.

The man Nightingale spoke to was the commander of the flotilla assembled here. Tall, but with a lithe frame clad in what appeared to be a modified army officer's uniform, he was none other but Lieutenant-Colonel Nyklaus Sazan, an up and coming officer within the organization he served, and the protege of its director.

"Excellent. Dispatch communiques to the captains in the rest of the fleet and inform them that I'll need to speak with them in an hour." Nyklaus' words retained an aura of formality, but to the doll's experienced ears, she could sense a hint of glee.

"My Lord, what are you planning? I've calculated the effective combat potential of our forces gathered here. An assault carrier alongside several stealth frigates and cruisers do not have the firepower needed to challenge any of the larger fleets contesting this system."

The man, Nyklaus, whose gaze was still focused on the bridge's wide windows inclined his head for a brief moment to nod in acknowledgement.

"Don't stress yourself over that little detail, Gale. Whilst the methods used may be different, the modus operandi of our organisation, of this Ministry, remains the same as it has since its inception centuries ago. We operate in the shadows, relying on stealth, speed and precision. War is not the continuation of diplomacy through other methods, but as the last resort when we fail in our task. In their arrogance, giants grow too tall to see their own feet, leaving them open to the machinations of those they write off as lessers.

In simpler words, we will maneuver among the fleets and attempt to disrupt their operations as much as possible. Stick to the shadows, avoid open confrontation and delay them from uncovering Agdemnar's secrets until the Ministry can send proper reinforcements."

His fingers glided across the console in front of him, issuing orders to the rest of the fleet as his short monologue reached its crescendo.

"We are the Union's Cunning."

He concluded with those words, the unofficial motto of the Imperial Union's Ministry of State Security; the dagger of the Union. Nightingale could only nod in agreement, raising her right hand to salute.

"We are the Union's Cunning." She repeated.

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The Imperial Palace, Rijkstad
Kadath, 12:31pm Local Time

Emperor Kerxec XV slumped into the back of his chair as he watched the proceedings of Parliament play out before him. Of course, the Emperor was not actually in the Parliament building itself. The Grand Parliament of the Imperial Union was a structure built in the gleaming, planned metropolis of Unity City, the planetary capital of Matros, less than two astromonical units away from Kadath. In galactic terms, the distance between the two planets was practically non-existent, and it was due to this development that allowed for communications between the Emperor and his elected and appointed representatives to happen almost instantly.

The proceedings at Parliament were being fed through a wide, flat screen placed on a desk in the Emperor's office. Here, it was connected to a microphone and camera, which, if the Emperor was so inclined, allow for him to speak to either the Assembly or Senate with the push of a button, where his image would appear on a much larger view screen installed in both houses.

As for the moment, both houses of the Parliament were in utter uproar as the news from the Commonwealth hit them. Whilst both the Senate and its counterpart in the Assembly were known for civility, at this very moment the concept seemed utterly alien to each man and woman present. Each jostled for the right to speak their mind or deliver blistering remarks to their fellow peers. Indeed, order could only be maintained through the First Speaker, though it was not an easy task given that this particular session of Parliament was a monthly affair that involved both Assemblymen and Senators interrogating the First Minister.

"Could the First Minister please explain what her response, and that of His Imperial Majesty's Government is in regards to the withdrawal of the Imperial Systems Commonwealth from the Treaty of Detente? This is a matter of utmost concern for not only this nation, but the galaxy itself!"

The voice came from one of the back benches to the left of the hall, seats reserved for Assemblymen of the Opposition, in this case, the Liberal-Labour Coalition. Kerxec could already imagine what the Assemblyman was going to ask. The LibLabs ran on the policy of non-intervention and pacifism, that is to say, they were adamant supporters of the Treaty of Detente, and indeed, its current leader was even the aide of the LibLabs First Minister that played a role in drafting the treaty at Madrigasa. As a result, LibLab support of upholding the Treaty of Detente (whilst giving themselves a little wiggle room here and there) was strong amongst its moderate, bordered on fanaticism amongst hardliners.
Arta Smilyer saw this opportunity to go on the offensive. As leader of the current government, the Unionist-National Coalition, she never missed out on an opportunity to solidify her own position, and that of her party in parliamentary debates. It was evidently this quality that led to her rise to the Premiership of the Unionists, and her subsequent appointment as First Minister two years ago.

"In response to the Right Honourable Gentleman..." She began, rising to speak, "... the Commonwealth's withdrawal from the Treaty of Detente poses a great threat, both to the national security of this nation, as well as this region of the galaxy as a whole. The convenient "desertion" of their 8th Fleet to Agdemnar is nothing more than a convenient ruse. Dominion over their surroundings is without a doubt their goal, and it is the secrets of the Ashtar that they are after."

As if rehearsed meticulously, nearly the entirety of the rear right benches broke out into varying degrees of "aye" and "hear, hear" within a second of her finishing her statement. To those unaware of the internal conditions of the Coalition, it would appear that UniNat was firmly united behind Arta's statement. The Assemblyman who first rose to inquire simply nodded, as if cowed, and slumped back into his seat in the benches. However, the reality was that UniNat itself was undecided on what their response was to the Commonwealth's disavowment of the Treaty. Component parties were taking the time to debate it out within their leadership, simply informing their whips to ensure that everyone posed a united front.

For a full half hour, the scene repeated. An Assemblyman or Senator would rise to ask a question, receive a reply, and listen to what seemed near unanimous agreement among the ruling coalition. Soon, the time had come for Arta to segue into her own material, that is to say, working around the confines of the questioning period that prevented her from making a speech without having been asked a question. This was accomplished by simply giving members of her coalition a list of questions to ask in advance, of which was the last was...

"Ms First Minister, what is your position on the continued relevance of the Treaty in this new political environment?"

Now was the time for decisive words.

"A very good question! As everyone in this room is most likely aware, whether they wish to admit it or not, the Treaty of Detente was nothing but an armistice for the past two decades. Almost every nation in the galaxy agreed to it and signed it, but tell me, how many nations have actually closely adhered to the Treaty's stipulations? Close to none is the answer! Everyone and their grandmothers are already taking the opportunity presented by the Message to violate Treaty limitations or renounce them altogether. Not only the Commonwealth, but states like the Federation and Utqex have already put Detente in the proverbial paper shredder. Can we sleep soundly at night, knowing that swords are being sharpened around us, whilst our armoury is coated in rust? Can you call yourselves a servant of this nation whilst you allow this to stand? Renouncing the Treaty is in the best interests of our national defense, and is something I have proposed in an Assembly session yesterday. We have a chance to secure a bright future for this nation in this post-Ashtar era. We should make the most of it."

Kerxec could do nothing but smile as the Parliament broke out into cheers of assent that transcended the left and right benches, and thus, factional politics as well. Whilst support was nowhere near universal for Arta's planned withdrawal from the Treaty of Detente, and almost nonexistent from hardliners in both coalitions, it would most likely be enough to pass through the scrutiny of both the Assembly and Senate. Without a doubt, he had a skilled First Minister, charismatic and capable enough to steer the nation through the troubling times ahead.

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At 1800 hours, local time, the Federal Assembly of the Imperial Union voted 59% in favour of withdrawal from the Treaty of Madrigasa. This was followed by a vote an hour later within the Federal Senate where 64% voted in favour of the abrogation of the Treaty. This, in accordance with the awarding of the assent of His Imperial Majesty, Kerxec XV of the House of Dzijmeter, Emperor of Valusia, and by extension Emperor of the Union, its constituent member states and other assorted territories has thus secured the official, permanent, and unilateral withdrawal of the Imperial Union of Kadath from the Treaty.

This course of action was not something that His Imperial Majesty's Government wished to undertake, but was forced onto us by the political machinations of galactic actors that no longer wished to bind themselves towards the continued provision of peace and prosperity for all citizens across the stars. The Union does not wish for a repeat of the seminal tragedy that engulfed the galaxy thirty years ago, nor does the Union wish to play a part in stoking the fires of another Great War, but nevertheless, the Union has an obligation both legal and moral to see to the defense of its citizens.

May the light of peace continue to shine brilliantly throughout the galaxy. Let us all stand united in service to the legacy of Madrigasa, and work with renewed vigor to ensuring that the galaxy does not descend into another decade of unmatched cruelty, barbarism and anarchy.


-Public Statement issued by the Office of the First Minister, stamped with the Seal of the Imperial Crown.




NS is practically finished. Pending a few more pictures of ships.
@Sierra

Thanks for the feedback, I'll see what parts of it I can adapt into my nation sheet.

I'd also like to ask: Is some sort of standardised galactic calendar to track the passage of time in the RP or does everyone just sort of use the disappearance of the Ashtar/end of the Great War as a reference point? (Handwaving the fact that y'know, every planet takes a different amount of time to circle around their star leading to a large variance in what constitutes a 'year')
WIP. Military, Navy and Hyperdread sections have yet to be written. As physics is not exactly my strong point, I'm posting it now for general feedback, particularly on the technology section since I'm not too aware of the implications of being able to manipulate dark matter etc outside of the extremely specific use I've thought up for it.

Also going to mention @Ozerath here to get his approval for a part of my history that mentions his nation regarding the Calastrocan Primacy and that time the Ashtar nearly glassed his homeworld.


Approximately where are we on the scale of SciFi Hardness? That is to say, how much leeway is there for artistic license in terms of physics?
Just making this post as an expression of interest in the RP. Will put up a WIP nation sheet in a day or two.

8th of Sun’s Dawn, 5th year of the Gwangyeong Era (February 8th, 4901 YDC)

Go’jun’s eyes snapped open as the ground around him trembled and shook. He felt no pain, and so turned to look around, eyes scanning his surroundings. To his relief, all he could feel were the soft cushions he rested upon, not the thunder and fury of the battlefield. Go’jun raised his hand, wiping off the droplets of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. His breath calmed as he focused on the present, not the nightmares of his first battle near thirty years ago. No, the Hwa’myeon never hit him that day. His men swept the rebels from the field and he marched into Kin’ryeon, the capital of Ye-hyun Province victorious and as the restorer of Imperial rule.

He had come far since those distant days as a greenhorn Kaein leading his first regiment against the enemies of the Celestial Empire. Though not without his own share of failures, he leapt from victory to victory. Each defeat was but a stepping stone to lift his shining star even higher, for his wings to take him further up to the sky. That was how he rose to be the best of the best and considered to be the greatest tactical mind of his time. Indeed, if his father was sitting beside him now, he would smile as his cub soared higher than he ever had.

The Kaein was 54 now, and was a mere Kaein no more. Go’jun was nothing less than Dai’in, the Supreme Commander of the Banner Armies. And it was because of his role that he was in a carriage headed for the Sun Gate, the entrance to the Imperial Palace; For he was summoned by the esteemed Gwangyeong Empress herself.



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An hour later…

The surging crowds gathered around the Sun Gate reached their height as the sun approached its apex in the sky. Li’yen was among those masses watching, waiting to hear the Empress’ public proclamation on the 5th year of her reign. She was not a noble, or any sort of scholar-bureaucrat. Far from it, she and countless others like her made their wealth in Cantha, selling the bounties of Amrea to the foreign traders braving treacherous waters and storms to trade with the Hong.

The shrieks of fireworks launching towards the skies marked the arrival of the Empress on the walls above the gate. They flew gracefully as if to pierce the Sun itself before exploding, painting the midday sky with the patterns of the Imperial Phoenix. The crowd gasped in awe, witnessing the rare spectacle before them as court officials and servants assembled on top of the gate, bowing as the Gwangyeong Empress strode towards the gate’s terrace, clad in the finest silks, her face partially obscured by the pearls hanging from her intricate, emerald-studded crown.

Beside her was a court official, dressed in the garments of a Duke of the Third Rank. It was the highest title available for those outside the Imperial family, and as such, was usually reserved for the Ministers of the Imperial government. Li’yen could see him hold a parchment in his hand, most likely a list of declarations from the Empress.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the crowds kowtowed without a single word when the presence of Her Divine Eminence was made known. She hurriedly joined in the ritual, prostrating herself before the monarch on the terrace above. As the throngs of commoners rose once again, the royal proclamations began.

The speech of the Empress was archaic, a form of Amrean meant for solely for use in writing, not for everyday speech. Li’yen would’ve barely understood what the Empress was saying were it not for the official beside her translating it into a form more relatable to the common people.

“To my good and loyal subjects,” she began, with the voice of the Minister trailing behind, repeating each and every line.

“It has been 5 years since I have ascended to the throne, 5 years since the passing of my mother, the Myosong Empress. I have spent these years pondering, learning, reflecting on the state of our celestial empire, granted to me by the grace of the Sun. I have wondered, what is the purpose of my reign? What shall I achieve with the power placed in my hands? It was not until now that I knew the answer.”

“Perhaps not. I knew the answer when I chose the name of the new era my ascension would bring. The path before us is clear. It is the same path the Emperors of old once attempted to follow. Bankuo, Hwang’son, T’ao-gwang, they all knew the path that we as a people must take, yet they were thwarted both within and without. Our empire is both ancient and vast, we are amongst this earth's oldest people. It is not only our right, but our sacred duty, granted to us by the Sun to be the leaders of the civilized world. We must nurture, guide, and discipline the barbarians, the savages that still have yet to see the bright hope, and the salvation we offer.”

“How else shall we save the myriad millions who live under the gaze of the Sun? To strive for their common prosperity and happiness is our burden. To deliver unto them the Path to Brilliance is our greatest mission. The Celestial Empire shall not look inwards any longer. Thus my proclamation is such!”

“Our vast domain will march once more! From land’s end to land’s end, across the waves in search for those willing to share in our generous beneficence. We will show all that lies under the Sun that the Path to Brilliance is before them!”

“Heed this proclamation and go with the grace that each and everyone of you is working for a far greater goal!”

As the Empress’ speech was brought to a halt, the assembled courtiers cried out as one, speaking in unison. The ground seemed to vibrate around Li’yen as both her and the myriad masses joined the baritone chorus of the palace officials, the cry of an Empire looking out beyond its own borders for the first time since the fall of the Weeping Emperor. The chant reverberated through the air, from the walls of the Sun Gate, to the entirety of the Imperial City of C’hung-jin and the lands beyond.

“Cheonghwa-pyewon, won’sui! Cheonghwa-pyewon, won’sui! Cheonghwa-pyewon, won’sui!"
"All Hail Her Majesty the Empress, may she reign for ten thousand years!"
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11th of Sun’s Dawn, 5th year of the Gwangyeong Era (February 11th, 4901 YDC)
Imperial Capital of C’hung-jin

“Goddamnit! Get to the damn point, Min! You can’t just call us all the way from the four corners of the Empire and waste our time with this!”

Those words set the men and women gathered around the intricate table up in arms. There were five of them in total there, if we include the one shouting, known to the group simply as Mae-da. He was a man that could definitely be considered unnatural in every sense of the word. Snow-white hair accompanied by near blood-red irises and skin as pale as a damnable strigoi. The sound of his fist slamming the table would make it painfully obvious he was not in a good mood.

Opposite him sat Min Ru’sa, the leader of the group. She was a woman that could best be described as playful and nonchalant, yet had desires and aspirations unrivalled. Brushing aside a lock of her brown hair from her face, she rose in her seat and gazed at Mae-da.

“Now, now, I’ll get to it in a moment, alright? I just wanted to catch up with the rest of you four first! Go’jun shipped us off individually to the every frontier in the Empire to deal with Strigoi problems and inspect candidates for the Imperial Mages. This is the first time our little group of Mage Commanders have seen each other in over a year!”

“You know, Min...we’ll have plenty of time to catch up after this. It wouldn’t hurt if you just told us why we’re here in the first place.” The second voice of discontent came from Zhu Rae’in, leaning ever closer to the table.

“Why we are here?” He asked, left eyebrow raised.

“Fine! I’ll just get to the point…” Min snapped back at him. “The fact of the matter is that the Gwangyeong Empress is sending an envoy to the Far East. I think I mentioned this to you before Zhu…” She rubbed her forehead slightly as she struggled to recall the name of the country in question.

“Y...llendthyr. I think that was what it's called."

“‘Yllendyr’” is what you wrote to me in your letter.” corrected Zhu

“Right. Yllendyr. The Yllendyr Imperium. The Empress is dispatching Duke Xen V Huo-ming on the Imperial Flagship, Y’ang-wei to travel to the Far East to make treaty with the Yllendyr Emperor. Go’jun wrote to me requesting that I consult with all of you and pick someone to accompany me in escorting Duke Xen on his journey to Ylleria.

“A journey...to the Far...East?” asked a fourth voice. The group turned to see Lin Ha’en staring at a map she had recently placed onto the table. Both Zhu and Min rolled their eyes to hear her speaking in such a staggered manner.

Mae-da laughed upon hearing Ha’en speak, “Prepared too many spells and can’t be bothered to keep track of what the last segment of the invocation phrase was again, Lin?” The rest of the table let out light chuckles before huddling around Ha’en to examine the map.

Min couldn’t recognize the design nor the script in which it was written but if she had to guess, Ha’en bought it in Cantha after meeting some merchant from across the seas. It wouldn’t be completely out of the question, given that Lin was assigned to deal with Strigoi sightings in the peninsula southeast of the port city.

Wei Wu-myeong, the odd man out finally spoke up at last. “It’s quite a distance, isn’t it? I’m not sure what the scale of this map is, but it would take atleast half a month to cross the Great Ocean by my estimate. And of course, the Yang-wei is the only vessel we have constructed so far capable of surviving Kraken attacks with a full degree of certainty, so bringing along the lesser steamboats is risky. I suppose the Yang-wei would simply need to be loaded with an obscene amount of coal to fuel the journey.

Zhu shut him down before he could derail the conversation any further. “Beyond the point, Wu-myeong. That’s for Go’jun to sort out. There should be outlying island ports at which to refuel. It’s not like the Yang-wei is going to make a beeline straight for the Yllendyr Emperor’s capital anyway.”

“Right you are Zhu, sorry about that.”

“Anyway…” Min butted in, “Who’s going to come with? It’s a given that I’ll be accompanying Duke Xen, so I’ll need someone else to go as well.”

“Wait...a second...who decided that?”

“Myself, obviously~!” She said grinning. “Now who else wants to go? It’s down to either Zhu or Mae-da really. Wei being the eccentric that he is, he’d probably try to mind control and pluck information out of whatever poor peasant he sees as we approach the capital. And despite what Lin says, she’s going to hit the words in the right order for her invocations eventually, and I’d rather it not be on the boat, or when we’re in the presence of the Yllendyr Emperor. I don’t even want to try explaining away that incident when it happens.”

Both of them crossed their arms in protest to Min’s rather blunt statements, but eventually sighed and resigned themselves to it. It’s not like they wanted to go in particular anyway. Well, Wei did, if only out of sheer curiosity to see what the civilized domains of the Far East were like.

Zhu was next to reply “I have no interest in travelling East. My men have uncovered the hiding place of a rather troubling Gerudo bandit chieftess encroaching on the northern steppe towns. As such, I will have to take my leave soon to deal with her.”

“Guess I’m the only one left huh?” Mae-da shrugged before turning to Min. “Guess I’ll come with yer. Could use a break from killing Strigoi anyway. Not much of a challenge anymore when you’re nearing your hundredth. Just don’t expect me to be much good talking to royalty. You know how I am.”

“Definitely. You’ve never been one for more formalities than necessary, really. That settles it then. I’m going to charter a steamship to take the two of us down to Cantha to meet with Duke Xen. Meet me at the docks tomorrow morning, alright?” Min said as she turned around to grab a brush, ink and parchment to write down the details of the charter.

“Alright Mae-da?”

Silence.

“Mae-da?”

She could hear the sliding doors shut behind her.

“Wait! You’re all leaving already?! Not gonna spend an evening catching up over a game of Sho’ji?”

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Letter from the esteemed Gwangyeong Empress, Avatar of the Sun God and Defender of All Civilization in the West, addressed to the Emperor of the Imperial Yllendyr Sovereignty, Protector and Enlightener of his Vast and Proud Domain.

Greetings, most gracious Emperor of the Yllendyr. My envoy has arrived at your court from my own, beyond the great seas separating our great Empires, bearing this letter to be presented to your worthy eyes and your's alone. I write this to you, speaking as one enlightened leader to another, to inform you of the state of decay the world has fallen into.

The barbarians and savages grow without end, blind to the path to brilliance that is our sacred duty to show to them. To civilize them, to bring them out of their folly and instill upon them piety and the benefits of our respective civilizations is our natural course of action. As such I offer you my aid, in return for your own. Together we must act in unison to prevent the decline of the world into an era of unwashed ignorance. We, Amreans, and you, Yllendyr are the Noble Races of this earth. If we neglect our commitments to the cause of civilization, I shudder to think what fate we doom the world to.

If there are uncertainties, refer to my envoy. He will be able to assuage your doubts.

Yours respectfully,
The Gwangyeong Empress

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Letter from the esteemed Gwangyeong Empress, Avatar of the Sun God, Defender of Civilization and Pacifier of the Barbarians, addressed to the various nations of Tien'sha, the Western Continent, with the exception of the Yllendyr colony.

Hitherto, my Celestial Empire has not seen fit to interfere with the affairs of the savage and barbarian states beyond its immediate frontiers. Such was the policy for over two centuries and many years before that, and it was as a result that Tien'sha has fallen into a state of disarray.

It has always been my mission, that of my predecessors and the Empire as a whole to strive for the mutual prosperity of this land's myriad peoples. I will not allow it to be overrun by a sea of unwashed barbarism and savagery. The Dathanari and Gerudo have proven their civilized nature, and thus are exempt from the following lines, as are the civilized Children of Wulfram who acknowledge the benevolent rulership of the Regent Hildegund.

Listen, and tremblingly obey, barbarian states. The Phoenix has risen again and its will, and the will of the Sun will be made manifest. A new order will be constructed and laid in stone from here on, to advance the cause of civilization. Prostrate yourselves before the Empire's will and dispatch your envoys to my court at Chung'jin with tribute posthaste, to mark your submission and admission into the framework of this continent's new order, and that the proper work may begin to cleanse you of your barbaric ways.

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士子曰:強之時、是攻之時。弱之時、是變者為、變者其燼鳳凰重生

“A master-scholar once said: A time of strength is the time to strike. A time of weakness is a warning to change, for he who changes shall rise again, a phoenix reborn from the ashes.”

Tenth of Last Seed, 146th year of the Myosong Era

The sun was just beginning to rise as the roar of cannonfire split through the early-dawn skies, sounding in substitute for the cries of the roosters. Ahead of them were green plains stretching as far as the eye could see, bare save for the occasional tree, and well-erected clusters of tents and campfires. The shrieks of cannonballs fired en-masse reverberated in the air as they flew towards their target. The field bursted into a cloud of smoke and debris shortly thereafter. Bones broke, men were ripped asunder, torn into shreds by the sheer firepower of the barrage.

The soldiers of Ye-hyun Province, those were not killed instantly by the thunderous bombardment at least, rose from their tents in a panic. They scurried about their destroyed encampment like ants, shouting and screaming of an attack as volley after volley of roaring cannon-fire descended upon the plains.

Kaein Mu-Go’jun surveyed the devastation with his li-tomi, an effective if rather crude form of spyglass. The destruction wrought by the engines of war left him in awe. Indeed, he did not expect the initial barrage to have been either so potent, or so accurate.

Go’jun was a mere provincial aristocrat, his family descended from Scholar-Bureaucrats who manned the extensive and utterly byzantine civil service that formed the backbone of the Imperial Administration. His father had mastered the ancient classics of the Erudite Scholars and Solar Disciples, deriving from them the arte of good governance, filial piety and the stratagems of war. In turn, he was assigned the governorship of Jin’zen Province, to protect its peoples and enact the will of the esteemed Myosong Empress. Status brought with it opportunity for the advancement of one’s kin, and it was through the influence of his father that Go’jun was allowed to rise through the ranks of the Imperial Banner Army as quickly as he did. A Kaein at the age of 24! Twenty four! It took the average officer a decade to rise to the same rank he did in four, promoted on the basis of fine tactical knowledge instead of actual experience.

Of course, his first assignment as a newly appointed Kaein was to lead a regiment of Imperial Forces to quell a provincial revolt in Ye-hyun. The province had long been a source of discontent against the reforms of the Myosong Empress, its scholar-bureaucrats most opposed to the ideas that built upon and expanded what they perceived as the "inherent perfection of the Imperial system". The truth was quite plain to see however, they were simply annoyed, annoyed at the chafing restrictions placed upon them in recent years to avoid nepotism, corruption and patronage. And then, through some honeyed words or miracle of luck, had convinced the province's governor and Kaeins to rise in revolt for independence from the Empire.

And now, he stood on the hills overlooking the plains and the panicked men below. His artillery officers stood to attention, awaiting the signal to let loose another volley. Go’jun raised his hand, ordering for the cannons to cease their fire. Below him, the rebel forces were beginning to recover from the devastating barrage, forming into haphazard line formations and slowly marching towards the hill. Their formations were not packed close enough to each other to warrant additional bombardment. Prior to the battle his scouts had already reported the size of the rebel force, around 6000 men all native to the province armed with muskets and halberds as well as a force of atleast 400 cavalrymen. They were supported by carts of H'wa-myeon, a cart capable of firing hundreds of explosive arrows propelled by a gunpowder charge towards the enemy.

The devastation capable of being wrought by such weapons on his own forces, both physically and psychologically was something he factored in when deciding upon his plan of attack. That was why he struck at night, hoping to destroy their H'wa-myeon in a surprise attack, saving himself and his men the terror of dealing with their sheer firepower.

"Kaein! Shall we move to meet them on the field?" The question raised by his subordinate brought his mind to the battle that was about to commence. He surveyed the advancing enemy forces one last time before turning to face the group of In-chi. He observed his own force. 8000 Bannermen, 800 horsemen, eighteen cannons. It would have to do.

"Begin the advance. The bannermen shall take the centre in line formation. Have the horsemen skirt their flanks and wait for openings. The cannons will fire smoke to conceal our advance in the style of Bi-heng Fei'wu. These are your orders. Now go! To your posts at once!" He commanded in a harsh tone.

The officers before him scurried away one after the other with another wave of his hand. The infantrymen began descending the hill as the galloping horses kicked up clouds of dust on their way down. Artillerymen reloaded their cannons with new shot as quickly as they could to support the advancing infantry.

The waiting was the worst part for Go'jun. The heat of battle left no time for fear or hesitation, merely an adrenaline-driven dance of death, kill or be killed. When waiting, all he could feel was the palpitations in his chest and the sweat on his palms whilst his tail weaved to and fro behind him. Did his plan work? Will the arrows he so feared never materialize? Were his troops competent enough to win the battle? These doubts continued to gnaw at him until he could see his infantry advance through wall upon wall of smoke towards the rebel forces. In no time at all, the battle was afoot. The musketmen moved close enough to fire at point blank, sending shots flying a scant 30 meters towards the rebel lines. The traitors began to panic as the infantry closed in for melee, and the thundering of hooves could be heard from their flanks as the cavalry converged on their isolated formations. Go'jun looked through his spyglass yet again to observe the battle more closely when he heard the screams of something as it arced through the air.

The spyglass fell to the floor, his eyes widened as he saw what was flying towards his troops; a cloud of death, streaking black across the morning sky.

He realized...they were aimed too high to impact his men engaged in a frenzied melee.

He realized...

that they were flying towards him.



Nation Name: Celestial Empire of Amrea



Type of Government: Absolute Monarchy

Head(s) of Government: God Empress Marute Na-ryu, the Gwangyeong Empress

Species:
Amreans, resembling humans and light-skinned elves with fox-like features such as fur on their lower legs. a long flowin tail and canine ears. Amreans naturally live up to a century, but practitioners of magic frequently find themselves living up to two centuries on average. They are divided into five distinct ethnic groups, the Shen-zi, Yin, Ka-yon, So-nin and Kou'ji.

The Shen-zi (The Children of the Mountains): Amreans hailing from the western provinces bordering the Ten'sha mountain range. They are considered the oldest of the Amrean groups, being the genetic ancestor of the Yin, Ka-yon, So-nin and Kou'ji peoples. They comprise roughly 9% of the Amrean population. Their dialects of Amrean most closely resemble Classical Amrean in use by the Imperial Court and government bureaucracy.

Yin (The People of the Yin River): The first wave of Amrean settlers from the Ten'sha mountains who migrated to the Yin river over 5 millenia ago. They are the oldest of the Amrean river peoples comprising 45% of the population, mainly growing rice in the rainy, subtropical territories of southern Amrea. Around 100 years later, a group of the Yin, as well as additional Shen-zi settlers would migrate further North to the Ka-yon River.

Ka-yon (The People of the Ka-yon River): The descendants of the Yin and Shen-zi that went North to the Ka-yon River. Comprising 30% of the population. They can be distinguished from the Yin people by their more gruff way of speaking and general rowdiness. A trait perhaps inherited from their proximity to the So-nin.

So-nin (The Men of the Grasslands): The descendants of Yin and Shen-zi migrants who did not stop at the Ka-yon river but instead went further North. They dominate the lands further north, being traditionally herders and horse-riding raiders. Another group lumped into the descriptor of So-nin are the Aarehan of the Miranid Empire, descending from Yin migrants who made their home on the steppes southwest of modern Amrea. They are derogatorily referred to as 'Ratmen', and are treated with disgust for having reverted to barbarism by most Amreans. The So-nin residing within Amrea consist of 6% of the population.

Kou'ji (Those of High Blood): A mysterious ethnic group of Amreans whose origins are shrouded in myth and legend. They claim to be descendants of the Sun God, in holy union with a woman of the Yin, but written records of Amrean history cannot be traced back beyond 2500 years, and thus only oral accounts of their origins exist. The Marute Dynasty, as well as roughly 70% of Amrean nobility can trace or claim descent from this group. They account for roughly 8% of the population. They are seperated from normal Amreans by virtue of their longer lifespans, approximately 140 years on average and their distinct ear-shape, more clearly resembling that of an elf than a fox as well as a universal affinity for plasma magic.

Apart from the Amreans, there is also a population of humans residing in Amrea's south known simply as the Myeong-bin (The Civilized Guests) who account for 2% of the population. They are various groups of Tzücomen and Üarim that have over the past few centuries sought to settle within the borders of the Celestial Empire. Most of them are allowed to by Imperial authorities, on the condition that they adopt Amrean dress, customs and culture, embracing civilization and casting away the trappings of savagery.





Population: 312 million (± a few million)

Economy (Main imports, exports, industries, technology level, etc.): Agrarian economy transitioning to an Industrial one. The Steam engine was only introduced in the capital in the past decade, and the main industries consist steel and textile mills in the capital. Amrean Engineers are always looking for ways to innovate however, and there are rumours of a backroom war being waged amongst the intelligentsia to build a revolutionary device that would earn its creator a one way ticket to noble status.

In the countryside, life continues as it always has. A small trickle of young men and women head to the great cities where pyramids and temples rise to pierce the sky to find work and opportunity. The vast majority remain in the countryside, growing rice, herding livestock and harvesting fruits and fish to feed the ever growing populations of the urban centres. The Empire is rich in natural resources like coal, iron, copper, lead and bauxite, but much of it remains trapped in the ground and untapped due to lack of investment or demand.

Main imports: Silver from the Yllendyr colony and Gerudo, assorted tribute from tributary states.

Main exports: Limited amounts of tea, porcelain and silk to the Yllendyr colony. Gifts of assorted materials and weapons to tributary states.

Literacy: Due to the Amrean language being written in the form of logographic characters, it is quite difficult to measure literacy, as each logogram corresponds to a concept or word. Rural peasants may know simple characters like those for the sun, weather and animals, enough to get by in daily life but incapable of intellectual expression. On the other hand, the nobility are more likely to know the full set of characters in the Amrean language.

Culture: Amrean culture dates back to around 5000 years ago to clans of farmers around the fertile Y'in and Ka-yon rivers who migrated east and north from the Ten'sha Mountains, and highly based on two guiding principles, Legalism and Nobility of Blood. The principle of Legalism calls for society to be stratified, with educated scholar-bureaucrats and nobles taking the duty of reigning over the common folk. Nobility of Blood refers to the species whose duty it is to civilize the savage races (their racial subgroup or geographical neighbours). Amreans have the duty to civilize what they consider to be the barbarian states that neighbour them, whereas a race such as the Yllendyr have the duty to civilize the peoples of their empire. Amrean Noble Blood theory is split into two schools, that of Mutualism and Hierarchism, which is again split into various subgroups. The majority of Amrean aristocrats and the House of Marute sponsor the school of Mutualism, believing that the noble races are equal to each other and that the savage races may eventually be made equal, after centuries or even a millennia of being civilized. On the other hand, 13% of the Amrean nobility espouse the school of Hierarchism believing that the noble races are equal, but it is next to impossible for the savage races to be made noble.

Nominally, the entirety of the New World (known in their language as Tien'sha, meaning Lands under the Sun) is under Amrean control, with the myriad peoples ranging from the Strigoi of Wulfram to the Gerudo paying tribute and respects to the Emperors in C'hung-jin. In reality, Imperial control barely extends beyond the frontiers of the Empire and whilst the Empire is no doubt capable of projecting its might, it sees no need to whilst the illusion of control can be maintained.

Religious and Other Beliefs: The Amrean people believe in the inevitability of the End Times. It is foretold that one day, the world shall end in fire and blood, lest the Sun God, the father of light, love and life be ritually renewed with the life-essence of those with magic potential, as it is believed that the life-essence of mages is the essence of the Sun God, cast down to the Earth during his struggle against the End Times. Thus, the essence of the Sun God must be returned to him in great sacrificial altars to renew his power and stave off the End Times. They also believe the God Emperor to be the avatar of the Sun God to the Earth, chosen to guide his followers to aid him in his battle against the end.

Military: 800k professional 'modern' (20% armed with breech-loading rifle 80% with muzzle-loaded muskets, swords and trained in line tactics alongside their assorted cavalry and artillery) troops organized into Banner Armies under the joint control of the God Empress and court aristocrats, 2 million militia (armed with traditional steel swords, halberds, matchlock and flintlock muskets, the quality varies between provinces. Poorer provinces tend to use swords and matchlocks whilst richer ones afford flintlocks and the occasional rifle.) used as local police forces as well as reserve forces. Amrean combat doctrine consists of a barrage of Hwa-myeon fire rockets to soften the enemy, before initiating a mass charge towards enemy lines under cover of smoke-screens deployed by cannons, firing muskets at ranges of 10-20 metres and then closing for melee in an attempt to break the opposing force's morale and force a route or surrender.

Aiding the Banner Armies is are two specialized forces. The first numbering twenty thousand, are known merely as the Man'shu Braves, named for the southern province from which the vast majority of its soldiers come from. (The rest come from the So-nin recruited in the northern steppes). It consists of the various steppe peoples who settled on the fringes of the Empire, specifically the Myeong-bin. Armed with sabres, the ocassional rifled carbine, flintlock carbine, bow and fire rocket as well as ceramic grenades, they fulfill the role of skirmishers, border guards and elite cavalrymen supplementing the iron discipline of the Bannermen with the ferocity and swiftness of the Steppes. The second force, known as the Sunriders are also elite riders, yet whereas the domain of the Braves is the plains, the Sunriders take to the sky. Riding phoenixes, rare and beautiful creatures barely numbering fifty thousand across the length and breadth of the entire continent, the Sunriders harness the flames of their phoenix mounts, to rain destruction upon the foes of the Emperor. The Order of the Sunriders number up to 500, and answer only to the reigning monarch, as their personal Honor Guard

In additional to the conventional army, the Empire employs the services of some 50000 mages, known collectively as the H'ang-hyun (Dawnguard). The H'ang-hyun is seperated into five legions led by a Junior Commander numbering 10000 each, with each Legion consisting solely of users of one magical element. The 1st Legion, consisting solely of Plasma Mages is the most prestigious legion, with its commander granted the title of High Commander of the entirety of the H'ang-hyun. These Amrean Noble Mages take the form of monster hunters, in particular being used to wipe out the ravenous Strigoi that occasionally encroach on Imperial territory and tributaries in defiance of the agreement between the Regent Hildegund and the Gwangyeong Empress' grandfather, the Gwangwu Emperor signed two centuries ago.



The Amrean Navy consists of a grand coastal fleet of some 60 copper-hulled steamships and an experimental ironclad. It is mostly used to bully the surrounding tribes and nations to collect tribute. Amrean ships are armed with smaller cannons and a small team of mages (separate from the H'ang-hyun and more akin to Marines) to provide heavier artillery support, taking advantage of mobility to evade enemy fire

Location/Territories: Located in the central-east coast of the new world, on a large concentration of rivers and tributaries that provide it with ample farmland. Flanked by Ten'sha mountains to the west, hills to the south, steppes to the north and the great Sea of Krakens to the east, the Empire's borders are relatively self-contained, allowing it to remain somewhat isolated by land, but capable of projecting strength when necessary



Climate: Subtropical and Temperate

Magic Prevalence/Usage: Present in about 30% of Amreans and considered to be the essence of the Sun God. Usage of magic is restricted to the nobility. They have a natural affinity to plasma magic, at around 60% of the population, and a 10% occurance of the other forms of magic. However, due to the heavy restrictions placed on magic, it's usage in the military takes a far more even distribution.

Foreign relations: Limited trade with Yllendyr colonials, and suzerain of various tributaries on the continent.

History/ Background Info: In ancient times, the area constituting the empire consisted of warring Amrean kingdoms and lesser states which had varied in power over the millennia. Ultimately, all were subsumed into the Empire. Ancient stories tell tales of other creatures; goblins, dragons and the like, but many assume they were killed off during the rise of the glorious Empire. The Amrean Empire of the Marute Dynasty has existed in some form or another for three thousand years, although at times it may have been reduced to but a single city and its surrounding territory. Led by the enigmatic House of Marute and it’s line of God Emperors and Empresses, the Empire has expanded to its greatest historical extent in the present day and what it considers to be it’s “natural borders.” Under the dynasty's rule, only once had Amrea fallen to the control of outsiders. Eight centuries prior to the present day, the mighty Bankuo Emperor was defeated in a magic duel with the vampire lord known in Amrean history only as "The Weeping Emperor" (Emperor Wulfram to the vampires). His reign was a period known as the "Nights of Tears", with the vampire lord and his progeny ruling Amrea before his grief paralyzed his rule and allowed the commonfolk to rise up and restore the Bankuo Emperor's descendants to the throne. Whilst short and bloody, his rule was not without benefits. Numerous canals, roads and monuments headed by the newly-created Ministry of Public Works were constructed during his time to feed his thirst for blood and bring him closer to his grand designs. These were eventually repurposed after the Marute Restoration to transport water and irrigate agricultural land. Due to the relatively isolated position on the continent with the only easy way to access the Empire from the northern steppes and southern hills, the territory is almost entirely homogenous. Whilst wild Strigoi do occasionally intrude into the Empire's borders, reports of strigoi attacks are taken extremely seriously, and amount to the deployment of an entire mage battalion to exterminate the marauding vampire.

For centuries, the Empire has remained in isolation, looking to its own defenses and maintaining a limited diplomatic presence with realms on its direct border. In 1881, the Myosong Empress began reformation attempts which were largely successful, expanding the power of the Imperial Court over that of the bureaucracy. This policy has been continued by her successor, the Gwangyeong Empress. Since then, times have changed. In the south, the barbaric warlord Miran has arisen to wreak havoc amongst the states that once kowtowed before the Empress. In the Southeast, dark-skinned strangers have landed on the continent's shores to settle and trade. All the while, the Phoenix has watched and waited. Perhaps it is time for the Empire, the bastion of Western Civilization to strike out once more, to ensure the universal prosperity of the land's myriad peoples.



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