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Isotope said
Gah more justinians.


But my Justinians are pacifist.
They have more in common with Buddhism than the Abrahamic faiths.
Besides, we have more important stuff to do than wage a crusade. xP
Tatsua Aiisen said
Go with the Orcs, we already have a darker elf nation coming.


I went with wood elves.
My fetish for elves seems to always get the best of me. xP
Alright then.
I'll probably get a sheet up tomorrow.
Arguing with myself between establishing dark elf mongols or turk orcs.
This is going to be fun.
Is this still open? Please tell me it still is.
Me likey this.
I'm very interested.
Maybe I can help Tatsua, what's the problem?
Alright people, let's make some money.
Going to wait for Cap to come back to start a collab with him and then I hope me and Skylar could get a collab working soon.
Konstalinnos, Capital city of the Empire


Celebrations were abound as the start of the new year came. During the old pagan years of the Orminnian Empire, the new year had a special importance. The old pagan Gods would always look towards the new year as it would be a fresh start for them to improve their pantheons. The old Gods are believed to have celebrated the new year jesting and drinking and making wagers with each other as to how many followers they could amass. The followers of the Gods would dress themselves with different bits and pieces to show their support for their patrons. They would then go house to house to invite the residence to join their pantheon and spread the influence of their respective Gods.

The animal mask, brightly colored clothes and drunken revelry seemed to suggest that nothing had changed. This was of course in all keeping up with tradition. Flute players danced along with the crowds as a Elvish woman with a harp on top of a platform carried by several men played to their song. Men and women, mostly Humans and Elves, danced to the harmonious music. Several women who wore rabbit mask tapped their hands with their tambourines and men wearing brightly colored dresses with a goat's horn headpiece sang to the joyous tune. Several entertainers were among them. One placed some form of liquid in this mouth and blew it at a torch he was holding, making a huge plume of fire towards the sky. Another was juggling various fruits while riding a unicycle. Hearty laughter, joyous singing and all sorts of festive cheers can be heard in the air. This large mass indulged in all sorts of revelry was heading to one place within the city, the forums. The forums was the central square of the city that led to some of the most important buildings. The senate's house, the Imperial Palace, the Grand Cathedral of Saint Leun and the Grand lodges of the masonry guilds were to name but some. The forum would always be packed in times of celebrations, of victories of the Empire and in religious festivities.

The Grand Father of the Crassonian Patriarchy, the head of the church in the region, had a pleasant look on his face yet deep inside he was brooding. The priest knew that all the mask, and the music and the celebrations themselves was for nothing more than to keep old traditions alive but it is still rooted in the pagan past. Those ancient traditions should have been forgotten to allow the saving grace of their lord of bring their souls to his paradise. Yes along with the sins of mortals, the disbelief in their lord and the ever present temptations of the devil, this pagan fest only made the souls of thousands more that less likely to reach their salvation. A hand was placed on the priest's shoulder has he began to ponder on the subject too deeply.

"You seem to buried in your thoughts again. Can a man of God not enjoy a little festivities?" A familiar voice addressed him with a cheery tune. He turned his back immediately to greet an old friend.

"Jullia! I thought the traders had you hostage. How did you escape?" He had a smile on his face. His thoughts on the salvation of his flock gone as he now turned his attention to his familiar.

"Do not remind me of this fiends and scoundrels. They would not stop about the incident last night. How their ships were destroyed during the middle of the night. A large fleet of raiders got past our fleet and burned down their vessels. They left a note saying they wanted rightful retribution. It was the Ayrians no doubt. My father told those rats not to deal with people of questionable character. Yet they gambled their wealth and lost. Typical of the families wouldn't you say?" Jullianine V, the Emperor of the Accrossinate Empire responded. Jullianine was a foot or two taller than the priest. Not unlike him however, tyhey both had graying hair and weakening bodies. The emperor was guarded on either sides by four Imperial Guardsmen. They wore armor as ornate and tough as the ones a stratēgos would wear into battle. Like the legionaries, the guards are harshly trained to disciplined and efficient in their task. They all carried Halberds with them.

"Those menaces would kiss the foot of Sallus himself if it meant a profit. Wouldn't be surprise if they already sold their soul to him. Where are your children Jullia? Off on another one of their misadventures?" The priest asked with a jest.

"They're in Nordamark. Off with a group from the families. They along with the representatives of the families will try to get make a contract with the Nordamarkians to sell them coal from Durstweall. Another envoy is heading to Durstweall now." Jullianine said as he kept his eyes on the coming crowd.

"Your children as diplomats. I though I'd never see the day!" The priest jokingly remarked. Both men gave off a hearty laugh.

"Come then Varrin, the crowd gathers. It is time for joyous celebration. I hope you can still hold you drink as you have before." Jullianine remarked in good humor as the crowd came. The guards were set to protect the Emperor but they and the Jullianine both knew he would be relatively safe.
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