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[Beregond]

Thank you sir, on a side note I've been a admirer of your work here and without the forum + rep

You, Squeaks, and Beregond are all Masters of Lore and Gods amongst writers. All three of you never cease to surprise me and for that I thank you.

I'm still not sure that my writing is any good tbh cause I'm not a native speaker after all...

Thank you, guys

I think I'll be coming back into the right mood, with Iryn Thaan stuff first I suppose

[Squeaks]

Amazing work.

Why, thank you!! Very nice to say that...REALLY wasn't sure...

oh, do an Empire one... EMPIRE ONE! please?

Uhm...okay....done one...see end of this post Hope it hits the spot?

it is positively the most epic sig i have ever laid eyes on, or maybe ever will, love the poems to, you outdone yourself, may your mod shine through the ages as a beacon to the modless masses!

editly done: and a sig about evil ratmen and worldmending lizzies does not have to look hippie or evil at all :3

Uhm...

Glad you like it

Marvelous work, Squeaks. I love the poems in the sigs you make. Very clever.



Don't worry about it. You deserve it. I tried making a decent story before and, well..., lets just leave it at that.

You, Squeaks, and Beregond are all Masters of Lore and Gods amongst writers. All three of you never cease to surprise me and for that I thank you.

Well, Piggigrim...than ks for the praise, as ever. Bere and Boris ARE great, and Bere is amazingly rare in that ENglish is not his first language, yet he writes in a far better way than half of the English do.

I've kind of made my mind up to redo the novel I lost, maybe, kind of...

I'm still not sure that my writing is any good tbh cause I'm not a native speaker after all...

Thank you, guys

I think I'll be coming back into the right mood, with Iryn Thaan stuff first I suppose

Cool! Will provide all info you need, plus look at the recent Naugiri posts I made, as they have Iryn Thaan in them.

Well, here is the sig...had a bit of time to do it in...well, I MADE some time, so it's all yours!



EDIT:

Well, we had a chap who liked the Atakash Angelbloods...I have dug out a few notes from ages ago. They may need updating, but they'll give a decent look at them. The Imperial P{rovince of Atakash is on the Eastern Continent, a buffer between Ashapur's and Federal designs on the EMpire. I typed this up this evening...it's a large task to get all this up, but I will happily do it, as it's an honour to do so. Without further ado...mind the typos, of which there will be many, and see if any of it makes sense

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The People of Atakash are bound by a wrrior-code. They are honourable, motivated and highly organised. They are also most certainly not fools.


There is a relgious sentiment in their society. It is held that they were visited many times by angels. It was these angels that gave the nobility their rule, and their blood is said to run in the veins of the Atakash Noble Families. There is a rite that is held as truth, laid down in history at the dawn of man. It tells of dealings with angelic figures, who taught them many things, but, mor importantly, shared their blood with the greatest amongst the Atakash, as it imparted wisdom through shared memories. One hundred and twelve men formed the first tribe of the Atakash, and they are even now the 112 noble families of the Province; the AUtocracy of Atakash.


There are no singular titular heads of Atakash. The 112 families rule together, but all disputes are taken to a 'lowborn man', making there a hundred and thirteen members of the Autocratic Council. The last man, the lowborn, is given greater powers, and is the arbiter in any decision. He can veto edicts, given the support of a third of the Houses, but has a limit before he must resign. It's lands are divided into 113 'provinces', each under the lordship of a noble family, save the last, the City of Arakamesh, which is home to the ruling council, and the 'lowborn man'.


The land was never numerously populated, but the sheer ferocity of it's warriors allowed them to remain autonomous until the coming of Ulaya, the man who would become Valerian, first Emperor of the Dragonthrone.


Their culture was never stagnant, but, like the Atlaia under Valerian, they had no dreams of conquest. Trade was left to the lower born, and each person occupied a vital role in the community, from the weaver to the Akurai, or commander of the Guard - a general for want of a better word. There was no colopnial dream; warriors fought for dreams and ritual passage, only man versus man;battles were fought between Houses, but these were usually to bloody troops, to keep their abilities sharp and to rectify slights of honour. COmbat could be arranged by champions, or a house could go to war with another. SHould a war occur, no territory was conquered, and it was very rare that more than a few hundred fought. There were ancient alliances, but somehow, they invented an exceedingly complex system which prevented the slaughter of thousand for political power. The ruling classes trained their sons every day, and for little but combat expertise.


Early on they had fought various incursions, many of which were from Ashapur or even slavers from Telmior. The south was unconquered wilderness, inhabited by Fey folk and abnormal beasts. This they left to it's own devices.


The nobility always formed the core of any army, gathered by family in units known as the Atakash Angelbloods. They were known by this nomer due to their exalted bloodline and for the wings they wore to battle. These wings were an ancient gift that allowed the wearer to offset some of the burden of weight from heavy armour, aiding the wearer in burden or over harsh terrain. They are agile, swift and deadly.


Each family is made up from a Ashkarakai (a 'chieftain'), his immediate family, then a feudal grouping of lesser families that provided 1 noble Angelblood and 2 in every 5 people in their jurisdiction would be called as levies for war. The system certainly works. Many small nations rose and fell in the forming of the greater ones that consumed them. Atakash was never conquered or made subserviant, despite many attempts to conquer them.


When Valerian took his armies south to Atakash, he had taken Salidir and was fascinated by this new culture. He observed their society and gained great respect for them as a people. In all of this time, he never visited in state or armed for war, but is said to have made many journeys into their lands and settlements as a plain trader. His main observation lay in the gauging of the price of Conquest. He decided that it would be a long, bloody war that would have to break the back of a society he had come to like. Each and every Angelblood would have to die or be turned to his side, and he knew they would never betray their own, so it was murder to achieve domination of them. Each settlement was strong, down to single noble manses, and would be resistant, almost naievely, to air attack.


He entered the country with ten men. The favoured 'divide and conquer' apoproach was of no use, as was any direct assault, so he simply walked into the GRand Hall, where 86 of the Ruling Lords were debating, and announced himself. He talked quietly about the visions he had, of his view as to how the world should be and how he had won his battles. He gifted each House with a SPurhawk, and gave every word a song of humility. He was perfect. He promised protection from the enemies that Atakash already had, that the young ANgelbloods would have the change to test and improve their skills in war. He would only ask that he would maintain a sizeable force of Angelbloods permanently, and that the province would need to provide the levies in the way that the Atakash already had agreed culturally. There would be no foreign interference in their society and it's culture and no taxes. He would, however, require a gift each year to support him, but no amount was ever set, and he would payt the Houses for their soldiers in the field. As it stands, Atakash gives this 'gift' once per year, and it contains what they can afford, no more, no less.


He brought inm his air cavalries, showed their maneuvres and the Lords were greatly pleased. He then gave them 200 of his Spurhawk Riders as a force under their own control, and would train new legions to use the hawks for themselves, as well as train the lower castes into Legions should the Province be attacked. It was genuine, and the lords voted on becoming an almostly totally autonomous province of the Empire. It was unanimous. Atakash would become vassals of this great man, Ulaya, now become Valerian.


The first thing to change for the better was the the great agrarians of the Empire...they sent many farmers and even Old Ones to Atakash, and the arid soil was enhanced, allowing better crops, water was diverted, better wells made - many valuable 'modernising' methods were introduced, but none would impact on their beliefs, nor change the way they were. Valerian was in love with their world, and he kept the Angelbloods by his side through every campaign, relied on them for their utter loyalty, and their ability to be able to show him a foolish decision he would otherwise have made, when others may stay silent for fear of their heads.

[Torvus]

Sorry to double post....here's your sig. It was kinda hard, so I went with poetry again. Hope you like it....



If you don't like it, I can change and go for standard evil looking rat and lizardman?

oh, do an Empire one... EMPIRE ONE! please?

[Shadowlair]

it is positively the most epic sig i have ever laid eyes on, or maybe ever will, love the poems to, you outdone yourself, may your mod shine through the ages as a beacon to the modless masses!

editly done: and a sig about evil ratmen and worldmending lizzies does not have to look hippie or evil at all :3

[Clansman117]

Yeah, updates! It's rep time! Also I would love to read any stories your write squeaks as I'm sure they will be epic. Now to figure out how to put the sig in...

[Squeaks]

THE RESCUE AND INJURY OF ILIEN, ROSE OF WAR - Beregond

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When the carnage was over and the Federation forces were no more, the army retreated from the burning husk of Castlerock. At sunset, in the dim light of bloodied sun, tents and pavilions were set, and a busy camp spread on the hills.

Then the rearguard arrived. Several hundred bloodstained, wounded, covered in thick mud and dust, yet unbroken, valiant men, the ones, who would later be known as the Blood of the Rose Company.

They paced warily, slowly, gently carrying the general they snatched from the enemy’s claws, walking bent and hunched, as if carrying a heavy burden, though the body of Ilien then was light and weightless as a feather.

And so they carried her to the camp, where the army awaited, and laid there in her simple rustic tent, for she had always detested luxury and extravagance.

And the hearts of men of women, uplifted by the miraculous rescue, sunk even deeper than before, at the sight of the injuries, inflicted by her tormentors. (on such a young and full of life body)

There she lay, the snow white blankets slowly turning crimson red, and nothing could be done to heal her terrible wounds, to stop the blood dripping from the maimed hand.

Only by the sheer steely determination and unshakable will her soul still clung to the mutilated shell of her body, the breath coming ragged and faint, and the chief army surgeon looked dazed and confused, unable to counter foul Ghourchlai magic with all years of his experience.

The camp descended into silence, although the discipline hold fast, two dozen grim Petals encircled Ilien’s tent, and the Roses waited; waited for a miracle, or for more Federation troops to come and finish them off.

THE STORY OF ILIEN -Beregond

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Ilien, the woman who would lately be known by her enemies and adorers as the Rose of War, was raised in a small village on the border between the Western Federation and Empire. One dark and stormy night a priest of a local temple found a small and crying bundle on his threshold. He gently lifted it and carried inside, and unwrapping it cried in surprise when the red hair of the baby blazed in a faint candle light. He prophesied her to have a grand and bright future, and raised her with all love and care he could provide. Nobody knew who the girl’s parents were, but people whispered about the nearby village completely disappearing on the dark and stormy night…night like many others happening through the whole Federation.

Ilien was by all means not an ordinary girl. Unlike her coaevals, she spent most of her free time reading whatever ancient books could be found in a modest temple archive, and listening to the stories of old war veterans and members of war parties passing through the village on their way to border forts.

As soon as she turned sixteen, she enlisted and carved her way into the military academy in Strongpoint, the Western capital. Corrupted and patronage-driven, the Academy nevertheless still had several ‘true officers’, who seriously regarded the ancient right of women to enlist, declared as the Twentieth Great Liberty.

Soon, despite her young age and slender build, few could match her in sword fencing and riding, as well as in tactical sessions. Graduated among the best, Ilien was sent to a remote and forgotten garrison on the northern border with the Empire.

Despite the odds, Ilien saw it as an opportunity. Fiercely devoted to the Federation proclaimed principles of freedom and Liberties, she was deeply committed to maintaining and supporting them. With her enthusiasm and endless energy, the garrison was transformed. Reluctant and grumpy at first, the soldiers soon came to love and worship her, after the very first bloody skirmish, where Ilien personally led the desperate charge of her outnumbered troops and routed the stunned Imperials. Eyes under the bloodstained helmet shining and long red hair flowing in the wind, it was then that she was first named the Rose of War by her men.

In a few years Ilien was a famous and victorious general in charge of much of the constant warfare between the Western Federation and the Empire. Many talented officers considered serving under her a great honour; with their help Ilien formed her own elite unit of veterans, who started calling themselves Ilien’s Roses – without doubt, the best regiment in the Federation, experienced, fiercely loyal and extremely skilled warriors.

The Federation’s Council of Nine was not pleased by the rise of the young general. They saw her as a huge threat to their power and secret schemes being plotted in the rotten corpse of the Federation, where reality was as distant from the written Liberties as the Dragon from his warming sun.
Voting 9 in favour, the Council issued orders to arrest Ilien and bring her before them to 'answer questions'. When the Council soldiers arrived, she forbade her men from interfering and they stood dumbfounded as she was led away. AT first Ilien genially believed the arrest to be some sort of mistake…but the events that followed proved otherwise.

The next morning soldiers came to take the members of Ilien’s staff, but then the army reacted - some amongst knew they would become the next batch of fanatics in the famous Penal Battalions.

In Strongpoint the Council tortured Ilien, gaining ‘proof‘ that showed her nature was contrary to the Federation's 'principles' and was inherently dangerous to keep alive. It was then that she finally saw the Federation for all the evil it was...that the ideals and dogmas she followed all her conscious life were a ghost, a terrible and deadly lie. Then she swore aloud that she would make it alive no matter the costs, and reforge the Federation as it was meant to be, with just rulers and free people.

Then the Council members swayed in fear, for the power of her voice ringed in the high hall of Strongpoint, and they heard their doom in her voice. Terrified, they cut Ilien’s right hand and crucified her on the black walls of the huge fortress city. She would last longer than any had before her.

Meanwhile, her soldiers revolted upon news of her fate. The arrest of their remaining leaders had failed and panic had nearly set in, but the news of their beloved 'Rose of War' being crucified had welded them to an iron fury. They knew that some of the Council’s new elites - Descati's Hounds - would come for them. Swiftly, the decision was made. 4000 men would march south to Strongpoint, whilst the remaining soldiers fortified their barracks further and prepared for the coming storm.

Marching in stolen uniforms, the 4000 reached Strongpoint. In a swift attack, they managed to take Ilien from the walls, and then fled north, screened by the 600 cavalry lancers they had brought.

On the march north they were attacked thrice. Each battle was won, but at great cost, barely half of the rescue force remained in fighting capacity...at least 400 were wounded, some would die, and corpses littered the roads north.

The fortress barracks of Castlerock had been under sustained attacks by a number of Descati's Hounds and regular Federation forces. Ilien's rescuers arrived to see the walls burning and under assault. Like a falcon, they fell upon the rear of the attackers, and broke them, slaughtering nigh on all of them. Any of Descati's brood were executed, but the deluded Federation prisoners were given leave to go or stay. Most stayed, swelling her ranks.

Now the Roses found themselves in deadly peril. Their general dying, their comrades terribly wounded, pinned on all sides, they must find the way to survive and bring justice to the Council.

THE EASTERN IMPERIAL PROVINCE OF SALADIR

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

The Imperial Province of Saladir in the East is a Principality as such, but they were placed under strict confines in this aspect by the emerging Emperor, after his swift, sky-borne, voctory in the south. As with many conquered countries, the SKyhawks were vital in the conquest of Saladir. They simply could not defend against such a swift and ecisive action.


The quick and light cavalry of the Saldir army was able to outmaneuvre anything that Valerian could muster; they knew how to fight in the sands and arid lands they occupied and used thier cavalry highly effectively, and had superb horse archers.Their noble 'Silver Lancers' were an appalling foe, and the Queen's Horse were fine shots. Their tactics were to outmaeuvre foes and wear them down, before hitting them hard as they stood exhausted, overcome by the heat.

Valerian brought in one army, making a defensive line around an oasis. Here, they were taunted and worn down. Dead littered the ground from horse archer fire. They sat for two weeks, leaving a force of 12,000 remaining from almost twice that. His was a decisive plan however. Behind the enemy lines, his air cavalry had already siezed the capital city, Selis, siezing the Queen and the royal family. The massive hawk force had been silencing any messengers, and now struck the Royal Army from behind. Ten thousand Spurhawk riders hit them at dawn. As the air cavalry struck, Valerian led his cavalry, which had been hiding 1 mile hence, carefully wearing sand coloured tabards and cloaks. Three Thousand Legion Lancers hit the left flank, even as Valerian advanced on the foot troops of the foe. There was a terrible battle being fought - the Royal Army had no chance.

The King died before Valerian could get to him, but the Royal Forces surrendered, and Valerian was always magnanimous in victory.

The Queen and her sons were kept as the rulers of Saladir, but the sons would only ever be princes, not kings.

To placate the populace, they were given three years of no taxation or tithes. Better water was drawn from deeper wells, a council was et up to help rule. This was made of equal numbers of peasantry, military and aristocracy. A chosen Imperial Governer was also appointed, to aid in rule. One hundred years after this, the Prince was given equal power to the governer, and the COuncil was given powers over all of the industry and infrastructure of the Province, whilst the Prince and Governer were placed in command of the society and military of the Province. SInce then, Saladir has remained an utterly loyal, supportive and productive member of the EMpire. Saladir is a noble and idealistic province, and have always served the EMpire well.

Prob loads of typos...

EDIT Aw nuts...forgot to do this...

Yeah, updates! It's rep time! Also I would love to read any stories your write squeaks as I'm sure they will be epic. Now to figure out how to put the sig in...

Thankyou

Uhm, if you have probs with the sig, pm me and I'll explain it...

EDIT 2:

VERY quickly did a colour schemed map...v simple and naff...sorry if it's awful!

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

[Borissomeone]

THE RESCUE AND INJURY OF ILIEN, ROSE OF WAR - Beregond

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

When the carnage was over and the Federation forces were no more, the army retreated from the burning husk of Castlerock. At sunset, in the dim light of bloodied sun, tents and pavilions were set, and a busy camp spread on the hills.

Then the rearguard arrived. Several hundred bloodstained, wounded, covered in thick mud and dust, yet unbroken, valiant men, the ones, who would later be known as the Blood of the Rose Company.

They paced warily, slowly, gently carrying the general they snatched from the enemy’s claws, walking bent and hunched, as if carrying a heavy burden, though the body of Ilien then was light and weightless as a feather.

And so they carried her to the camp, where the army awaited, and laid there in her simple rustic tent, for she had always detested luxury and extravagance.

And the hearts of men of women, uplifted by the miraculous rescue, sunk even deeper than before, at the sight of the injuries, inflicted by her tormentors. (on such a young and full of life body)

There she lay, the snow white blankets slowly turning crimson red, and nothing could be done to heal her terrible wounds, to stop the blood dripping from the maimed hand.

Only by the sheer steely determination and unshakable will her soul still clung to the mutilated shell of her body, the breath coming ragged and faint, and the chief army surgeon looked dazed and confused, unable to counter foul Ghourchlai magic with all years of his experience.

The camp descended into silence, although the discipline hold fast, two dozen grim Petals encircled Ilien’s tent, and the Roses waited; waited for a miracle, or for more Federation troops to come and finish them off.

THE STORY OF ILIEN -Beregond

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Ilien, the woman who would lately be known by her enemies and adorers as the Rose of War, was raised in a small village on the border between the Western Federation and Empire. One dark and stormy night a priest of a local temple found a small and crying bundle on his threshold. He gently lifted it and carried inside, and unwrapping it cried in surprise when the red hair of the baby blazed in a faint candle light. He prophesied her to have a grand and bright future, and raised her with all love and care he could provide. Nobody knew who the girl’s parents were, but people whispered about the nearby village completely disappearing on the dark and stormy night…night like many others happening through the whole Federation.

Ilien was by all means not an ordinary girl. Unlike her coaevals, she spent most of her free time reading whatever ancient books could be found in a modest temple archive, and listening to the stories of old war veterans and members of war parties passing through the village on their way to border forts.

As soon as she turned sixteen, she enlisted and carved her way into the military academy in Strongpoint, the Western capital. Corrupted and patronage-driven, the Academy nevertheless still had several ‘true officers’, who seriously regarded the ancient right of women to enlist, declared as the Twentieth Great Liberty.

Soon, despite her young age and slender build, few could match her in sword fencing and riding, as well as in tactical sessions. Graduated among the best, Ilien was sent to a remote and forgotten garrison on the northern border with the Empire.

Despite the odds, Ilien saw it as an opportunity. Fiercely devoted to the Federation proclaimed principles of freedom and Liberties, she was deeply committed to maintaining and supporting them. With her enthusiasm and endless energy, the garrison was transformed. Reluctant and grumpy at first, the soldiers soon came to love and worship her, after the very first bloody skirmish, where Ilien personally led the desperate charge of her outnumbered troops and routed the stunned Imperials. Eyes under the bloodstained helmet shining and long red hair flowing in the wind, it was then that she was first named the Rose of War by her men.

In a few years Ilien was a famous and victorious general in charge of much of the constant warfare between the Western Federation and the Empire. Many talented officers considered serving under her a great honour; with their help Ilien formed her own elite unit of veterans, who started calling themselves Ilien’s Roses – without doubt, the best regiment in the Federation, experienced, fiercely loyal and extremely skilled warriors.

The Federation’s Council of Nine was not pleased by the rise of the young general. They saw her as a huge threat to their power and secret schemes being plotted in the rotten corpse of the Federation, where reality was as distant from the written Liberties as the Dragon from his warming sun.
Voting 9 in favour, the Council issued orders to arrest Ilien and bring her before them to 'answer questions'. When the Council soldiers arrived, she forbade her men from interfering and they stood dumbfounded as she was led away. AT first Ilien genially believed the arrest to be some sort of mistake…but the events that followed proved otherwise.

The next morning soldiers came to take the members of Ilien’s staff, but then the army reacted - some amongst knew they would become the next batch of fanatics in the famous Penal Battalions.

In Strongpoint the Council tortured Ilien, gaining ‘proof‘ that showed her nature was contrary to the Federation's 'principles' and was inherently dangerous to keep alive. It was then that she finally saw the Federation for all the evil it was...that the ideals and dogmas she followed all her conscious life were a ghost, a terrible and deadly lie. Then she swore aloud that she would make it alive no matter the costs, and reforge the Federation as it was meant to be, with just rulers and free people.

Then the Council members swayed in fear, for the power of her voice ringed in the high hall of Strongpoint, and they heard their doom in her voice. Terrified, they cut Ilien’s right hand and crucified her on the black walls of the huge fortress city. She would last longer than any had before her.

Meanwhile, her soldiers revolted upon news of her fate. The arrest of their remaining leaders had failed and panic had nearly set in, but the news of their beloved 'Rose of War' being crucified had welded them to an iron fury. They knew that some of the Council’s new elites - Descati's Hounds - would come for them. Swiftly, the decision was made. 4000 men would march south to Strongpoint, whilst the remaining soldiers fortified their barracks further and prepared for the coming storm.

Marching in stolen uniforms, the 4000 reached Strongpoint. In a swift attack, they managed to take Ilien from the walls, and then fled north, screened by the 600 cavalry lancers they had brought.

On the march north they were attacked thrice. Each battle was won, but at great cost, barely half of the rescue force remained in fighting capacity...at least 400 were wounded, some would die, and corpses littered the roads north.

The fortress barracks of Castlerock had been under sustained attacks by a number of Descati's Hounds and regular Federation forces. Ilien's rescuers arrived to see the walls burning and under assault. Like a falcon, they fell upon the rear of the attackers, and broke them, slaughtering nigh on all of them. Any of Descati's brood were executed, but the deluded Federation prisoners were given leave to go or stay. Most stayed, swelling her ranks.

Now the Roses found themselves in deadly peril. Their general dying, their comrades terribly wounded, pinned on all sides, they must find the way to survive and bring justice to the Council.

THE EASTERN IMPERIAL PROVINCE OF SALADIR

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

The Imperial Province of Saladir in the East is a Principality as such, but they were placed under strict confines in this aspect by the emerging Emperor, after his swift, sky-borne, voctory in the south. As with many conquered countries, the SKyhawks were vital in the conquest of Saladir. They simply could not defend against such a swift and ecisive action.


The quick and light cavalry of the Saldir army was able to outmaneuvre anything that Valerian could muster; they knew how to fight in the sands and arid lands they occupied and used thier cavalry highly effectively, and had superb horse archers.Their noble 'Silver Lancers' were an appalling foe, and the Queen's Horse were fine shots. Their tactics were to outmaeuvre foes and wear them down, before hitting them hard as they stood exhausted, overcome by the heat.

Valerian brought in one army, making a defensive line around an oasis. Here, they were taunted and worn down. Dead littered the ground from horse archer fire. They sat for two weeks, leaving a force of 12,000 remaining from almost twice that. His was a decisive plan however. Behind the enemy lines, his air cavalry had already siezed the capital city, Selis, siezing the Queen and the royal family. The massive hawk force had been silencing any messengers, and now struck the Royal Army from behind. Ten thousand Spurhawk riders hit them at dawn. As the air cavalry struck, Valerian led his cavalry, which had been hiding 1 mile hence, carefully wearing sand coloured tabards and cloaks. Three Thousand Legion Lancers hit the left flank, even as Valerian advanced on the foot troops of the foe. There was a terrible battle being fought - the Royal Army had no chance.

The King died before Valerian could get to him, but the Royal Forces surrendered, and Valerian was always magnanimous in victory.

The Queen and her sons were kept as the rulers of Saladir, but the sons would only ever be princes, not kings.

To placate the populace, they were given three years of no taxation or tithes. Better water was drawn from deeper wells, a council was et up to help rule. This was made of equal numbers of peasantry, military and aristocracy. A chosen Imperial Governer was also appointed, to aid in rule. One hundred years after this, the Prince was given equal power to the governer, and the COuncil was given powers over all of the industry and infrastructure of the Province, whilst the Prince and Governer were placed in command of the society and military of the Province. SInce then, Saladir has remained an utterly loyal, supportive and productive member of the EMpire. Saladir is a noble and idealistic province, and have always served the EMpire well.

Prob loads of typos...

EDIT Aw nuts...forgot to do this...



Thankyou

Uhm, if you have probs with the sig, pm me and I'll explain it...

EDIT 2:

VERY quickly did a colour schemed map...v simple and naff...sorry if it's awful!

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Hot damn such fantastic writing and what a great map. Everyday this mod grows more epic.

[Squeaks]

Hot damn such fantastic writing and what a great map. Everyday this mod grows more epic.

Well, I know it's a double post, but I don't really do very well at forum-stuff. I can't make coffee, can't put shelves up, or anything vaguely practical. I may well have forgotten how to tie shoe-laces after all this time...well on sensible shoes anyway (which I don't wear). I am inept at most languages, can't shoot a balloon from 2 foot away, and most definitely can't Imagine myself in space. I COULD probably outrun a lemming (with a head start), but then I'd forget to stop due to excitement and fall off the cliff instead of stopping...then I would fall on the shelf which I had built below it, just in case, but, as I said, I can't put shelves up, so I'd be doomed anyway. I CAN make tea!

The mod does grow constantly. I polished off some of these Ashapur types, but I will show when I have done the foru units that I've been doing. SO little time, such a lot to do, but my day seems to find itself with a little time to do these, and I'm FAST at what I do.

Thanks Boris...you're going to hate me, but I found a significant amount of Chitkinnen notes today.....

DAMMIT!

Another one appeared...

be honest I prefer having no rebels.

Well, you'll undoubtedly enjoy what we are doing with them then.

[Clansman117]

Well, I know it's a double post, but I don't really do very well at forum-stuff. I can't make coffee, can't put shelves up, or anything vaguely practical. I may well have forgotten how to tie shoe-laces after all this time...well on sensible shoes anyway (which I don't wear). I am inept at most languages, can't shoot a balloon from 2 foot away, and most definitely can't Imagine myself in space. I COULD probably outrun a lemming (with a head start), but then I'd forget to stop due to excitement and fall off the cliff instead of stopping...then I would fall on the shelf which I had built below it, just in case, but, as I said, I can't put shelves up, so I'd be doomed anyway. I CAN make tea!

This was hilarious, but never forget the power of tea. With that said, I love the new lore of Ilien, great work Beregond, and the thought that the empire already has lore even for individual cities like Saladir is just great for me since I love to know as much as possible about fantasy worlds as I can, especially the cultures. Keep up the good work.

[Derpy Hooves]

The map looks good enough to convey who has what lands. I wonder are there going to be any rebel settlements or has all the territory been divided up?


If you need or want anymore text writers or anything like that I think I could help out. I have also invented my own world, and later today I will PM you a couple of lore documents that I have actually taken the time to put down on paper (or computer).

The second link in my sig is part of the world that I have invented.

[Beregond]

The map looks good enough to convey who has what lands. I wonder are there going to be any rebel settlements or has all the territory been divided up?

as planned, there won't be any rebels at the beginning

[The Holy Pilgrim]

as planned, there won't be any rebels at the beginning

Technically, there won't be any rebels at all

[Legio]

Very cool map.

[Squeaks]

The map looks good enough to convey who has what lands. I wonder are there going to be any rebel settlements or has all the territory been divided up?

Well, I'll answer this as much as I can without it blowing up in my face.

The CHitkinnen (Rats) begin as four hordes
The Ghaurchlai begin in Descati's Ward on the se of the west continent (in Federation 'Freedom lands')
The rebels are a shockwave. None start on the map.

If you need or want anymore text writers or anything like that I think I could help out. I have also invented my own world, and later today I will PM you a couple of lore documents that I have actually taken the time to put down on paper (or computer).

Okay!

There are plenty of bits that need fleshing out from a framework of notes. PM me the docs...I have no doubt they'll be good The game is a weird blend of Fantasy 70% Horror 25% Science Fantasy 5%...the science fantasy refers to some of the work and things elves use and do. It's NOT sci-fi for sure, but it is beyond what I can describe as pure fantasy. I can explain if that seems odd.

The second link in my sig is part of the world that I have invented.

Sweet. Will look soon. I am winding down to bed, so have jim-jams on and a cup of decaf tea.

as planned, there won't be any rebels at the beginning

I can't disagree...

Technically, there won't be any rebels at all

I can't disagree...you will enjoy what we've done with them though. Well, ENJOY may be a bit much, but you'll find it cool.

Very cool map.

Well, it's a map, and it's colourful, but it does look like a child putting make up on... Thanks though snuffles.

[Derpy Hooves]

To be honest I prefer having no rebels.

[Squeaks]

Uhm, I promised a small update....here's two of the four I want to show you. Be patient for the others...

WIll update Ashapur texts too.

ASHAPURI GUARD UNITS

Guard Cavalry Guard SPear

More soon...we're currently trying to get the Lore uploaded and sorted through...I'm making some units though. There area good amount done, but it won't be a case of showing them all...no joy for full previews then...

CREDITS to Disgruntled Goat for the use of his unit basis! I hope he'd like the changes that have been made, and what's been added too!

[Ixor_Drakar]

Beautiful yet deadly, great work.

[Squeaks]

Beautiful yet deadly, great work.

Thanks

[.:Zack Fair:.]

OMG this is so freakin' AWESOME!!!!!!! Can't wait...DEFINATELY

[T&D]

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