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[color=gray][i][b]Sin, The 7 Sins, The Sinner, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed[/b][/i][/color]

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2 Might
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[*]Sin names all his children, from the first to the seventh.
[*]Each is imbued with a Sin of thier own, but it merges with thier soul and becomes apart of them instead of eating their soul. (Portfolio action) 
[*]Sin goes about thinking about his nation and how its set up, both its economy and governmental system is explained.
[*]Sin goes about Military building and theorizing, realizes that he is at a massive disadvantage, gods and magic tower over him.
[*]Gets angry and decides to take magic for himself.
[*]GE COMING FO Y'ALL. GRAB YOUR GLOCKS WHEN YOU SEE AMARTÍA!!!
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The silence of the labor room made Sin's blood as cold as the autumnal air that crept through an open window. Bereft of any wind the leaves outside hung limp until they fell of their own accord, there was no whispering noise or rustling. It was as if nature conspired to keep him in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance he craved. Then hurried footsteps and the 'whoosh of linen drapes brought his heart racing as fast as a recently launched arrow. His head snapped in an instant from gazing out of window with unfocused eyes to the formica of seven midwifes. Each carrying with them a bundle of squirming crimson cloth.

[b]"My Enas, our lord have been born to us!"[/b] a midwife proclaimed.

Amartía padded over to the midwives, nervous energy rushing through his veins. A single midwife the oldest, stepped forward. [b]"Your first born."[/b] she murmured as the baby was carefully placed in his arms. 

Tiny fingers curled around his pinky. He watched as  the newborn peered through brand new eyes at what must have been such a strange world after life in the womb. The babies legs kicked in a tiny jagged motions, looking for that resistance they were oh so used to, but found nothing but air. Amartía couldn't help but wonder how unsettling or relieving that may have been. Then he begins to fret and cry, searching for a woman that no longer belonged to this world.

[color=gray]"My first born."[/color] he muttered, seemingly astounded by the meer thought of it. This boy was his Pride. It was not only the heir to his throne, but his representative, the head that would guide Amestris in the future. [color=Gray]"Orgullo."[/color] Amartía pronounced. That would be the name of his firstborn. The midwives bowed in honor and respect of Orgullo, and carefully took the baby from his outstretched hands.

Midwife after midwife stepped forward, offering him an chance to hold, and name his children, which was a custom of this world. His second born, another male, was to be named Acedia, who was blessed with an unusual colored hair; green. His third born was yet again a male, and was to be named Gulam, who seemed to share his fathers hairlessness. His fourth born, was thankfully a female, and was to be named Zilévo. Sin's fifth born was another female, and was given the name Lagneía. His sixth born was a male, and was to be name Ira, as opposed to his younger brother, the seventh born, who was named Codicia.

Each and every child of his was imbued with a Sin, but thier souls weren't taken by the Vice, instead, it absorbed it, and was made it apart of themselves. Baby in hand, the midwives left the room, preparing the babies for feeding and sleep as would a normal child would. Sin found himself alone in his thoughts one more. Xerxes were growing at an alarming rate, to his surprise, and to the surprise of those around him. Granted his divine presence seemed to accelerate the work, it was still astonishing.

Xerxes grew not only because of his presence, but because of the trade network it was being build upon. Thier were twelve tribes in the land between the Ironheart mountains and the White Sea, all in which who came together under the banner of Amestris. The Ansharin, Kwenda, Ngarlak, Yala, Jarrah, Akit'r, Koa, Nortooga, Djilyaro, Binalku, Jakwela, and finally, the A'aninin.

Each tribe had settled in locations that proved to be be important points of trade for Xerxes. The Ansharin, Kwenda and Ngarlak lived near the mountain, making them his main provider of Obsidian and Stone. Wood was provided by the Yala and Jarrah, and soon the creative fruit that had appeared in the country side. Leather and its craft was provided by the Koa, Nortooga and Djilyaro. Lastly, the Jakwela, and A'aninin were fisherman, and provided the rest with the fish of the sea. In return, Xerxes pumped out mass quantities of Obsidian weapons. Stone and wood was turned into building material and weapons, leather became armor, and grips for blades. Fish was eaten and enjoyed by the people. Domestic trade became the bases for the Amestrian economy, and constantly provided him with the raw materials needed to build Xerxes up.

This whole process was made easy because of the loving obedience of the Popei. Each of the twelve tribes was led by a single Popei or chieftain. The chief was selected by the people, he was a man trustworthy and strong in the eyes of his tribesmen. The Popei enforced his doctrines and mandates instead of a police force, this allowed for smother interaction overall, and made the people happy, thier voice could be heard through thier chief. Popei were allowed to keep thier headship for as long as they wished, in fact, they were allowed to make any decisions that affected thier local spheres of influence. 

Thinking on the matter also reminded him that he had a Requiem set up for the next full moon. The twelve chieftains would commute to Xerxes in order to speak on the matters that concerned the people and the land. Great.

In hindsight though, raw materials and food wasn't the only thing being brought to his city state, men also became a commodity. Men from all walks of life, traveled to Xerxes to join the Armies of Amestris, appropriately named, the Ejército Mundo. Most men came to join his army professionally, but thier was a population of domestic fighters, men who could be called to fight in volunteer service. This and many other things had to be taken into consideration when building a military.

The very first step that should be taken when creating a military is to decide what the goal of that military is. Sin knew this oh so well. A military first and foremost existed to defend its.nation, but its goals were usually more complex. The exact goal of ones military directly corresponded to ones national  geopolitical situation, its enemies or potential enemies, foreign policy, and national resources.

Sin's military was being create to conquer quickly, fast and effectively. His military doctrine had to be heavily based around this.

Sin also had to make choice whether to use conscripted force, a professional force, or some combination of the two. There is no clear cut answer, and this decision had a variety of factors to consider, including non-military factors such as the political stance on conscription in his own nation.

His nation was a modern force with advancing military technology, so it was important to note that modern systems required long periods of training, for some systems, more than a year's worth of training was required. A minor setback. Fortunately, a conscript could be useful with only a few months of training. Advanced technology lended itself more to a professional force than a conscript force, which is why he offered so much to those who made war a profession.

[color=gray]"But saying that a volunteer force is automatically superior to conscript force is too simplistic."[/color] Sin mumbled as he plopped down in his thrown. There were many ways to create a well-trained conscript force that was familiar with advancing military technology. One approach was to keep a professional cadre at all times, mostly at a officer level. When war broke out, this ensured that there was motivated, professional nucleus to lead and train conscripts on the field.

Unfortunately, this all meant nothing compared to the might of the gods. No matter how prepared and organized his milliary was, the gods were always eons ahead, not to mention that his nation lacked a key force. Magic. Without that, he military campaign couldn't last long, there was no doubt about that. [color=gray]"DAMMIT!"[/color] he roared, throwing all his frustration into one scream. All the gods were imperfect fools created by imperfect primordials who in turn would create imperfect mortals. The cycle of imperfection only breaded Sin. The gods would no doubt frown upon his plans for conquest. Funny how in the end, the primordials sowed the downfall of the rest by themselves. It was a surprisingly humbling realization, but Sin wasn't humble. He needed magic, and if the gods wouldn't [b]give[/b] him magic, he would take it from them. So was they cycle of Sin.