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You were supposed to send your tactics off to the Warmod, but I'll go see if he's online first.
Edit: Send the Warplans anyway.
Message sent. I'll see about making that most recent IC post a bit more... roleplay-y.
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So, shall I send my tactics off to the Warmod, or is that only for player v. player fights? The OOC discussion has left me a bit confused in that regard.
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Sentinel was soon to be under siege. The amassed Redguard forces had arrived in time to organize a defense. Rations had been drawn up, and it was clear that—excepting disease or treason—they would be able to hold out for some time. The troops had been split between those atop the walls and manning the defenses, and a guerilla force hidden in the countryside. In terms of raw numbers, they were outmatched. But they had been outnumbered by the Dominion during the Great War, and that didn’t stop prevent victory then. There was a reason the Redguards were known as the most naturally gifted warriors in all of Tamriel.
Azzhlan was perturbed by the Dominion immediately striking against Sentinel. The city of his birth, where his family had ruled for generations, was the best fortified cities in Hammerfell, with Rihad in the south and Hegathe in the west being the only cities to come close. It spoke to the Dominion’s confidence that they made their first major assault here.
A frown creased Azzhlan’s brow. It’s probably just their fanatical obsession with their own supposed racial superiority. Nevertheless, I cannot help but feel that there is something more sinister in play here. Leaning on the edge of his balcony, Azzhlan’s gaze turned toward the sea. They had been unable to muster their entire navy in time for this confrontation. Most of the ships had been posted in the Illiac Bay region, and they were prepared, but so many were unavailable.
There was nothing he could do now. The die had been cast, Until engagement in the siege began, he could do nothing, and he was limited even then. He could fight, he had done it for most of his life, and he would do so again, but a siege was different. A siege required patience, and strict rationing. He had both, but the nervous anticipation of the coming battle gnawed at him. Ironically, he would be more at ease when the enemy was at the gates.
The enemy. His mind went back. Back to the Great War. He had known that it wasn’t over. The Empire was too cowed to fight the Dominion, and the Dominion too stable to fall without being toppled. There would be more war, more death before the end.
His mind wandered. He still remembered. All his oldest friends had stayed by his side throughout the war. Until they died. And die they did. One by one, they had given their lives to preserve his, so that their people might not lose hope. So that he, their friend, might live. Azzhlan’s cheeks were wet. He had sat with each and every one of them as they breathed their last. Eight of the greatest men Azzhlan had ever known. Only he and Avik remained.
Azzhlan’s gaze fell now upon the Aldmerri forces amassing for the siege, and an old anger stirred inside of him as he clutched the sword his father gave him. The Dominion has not learned. They will not learn unless they are made to. We shall fight them off again, and when the Ansei are with us again, the Thalmor shall die in droves.
Azzhlan was perturbed by the Dominion immediately striking against Sentinel. The city of his birth, where his family had ruled for generations, was the best fortified cities in Hammerfell, with Rihad in the south and Hegathe in the west being the only cities to come close. It spoke to the Dominion’s confidence that they made their first major assault here.
A frown creased Azzhlan’s brow. It’s probably just their fanatical obsession with their own supposed racial superiority. Nevertheless, I cannot help but feel that there is something more sinister in play here. Leaning on the edge of his balcony, Azzhlan’s gaze turned toward the sea. They had been unable to muster their entire navy in time for this confrontation. Most of the ships had been posted in the Illiac Bay region, and they were prepared, but so many were unavailable.
There was nothing he could do now. The die had been cast, Until engagement in the siege began, he could do nothing, and he was limited even then. He could fight, he had done it for most of his life, and he would do so again, but a siege was different. A siege required patience, and strict rationing. He had both, but the nervous anticipation of the coming battle gnawed at him. Ironically, he would be more at ease when the enemy was at the gates.
The enemy. His mind went back. Back to the Great War. He had known that it wasn’t over. The Empire was too cowed to fight the Dominion, and the Dominion too stable to fall without being toppled. There would be more war, more death before the end.
His mind wandered. He still remembered. All his oldest friends had stayed by his side throughout the war. Until they died. And die they did. One by one, they had given their lives to preserve his, so that their people might not lose hope. So that he, their friend, might live. Azzhlan’s cheeks were wet. He had sat with each and every one of them as they breathed their last. Eight of the greatest men Azzhlan had ever known. Only he and Avik remained.
Azzhlan’s gaze fell now upon the Aldmerri forces amassing for the siege, and an old anger stirred inside of him as he clutched the sword his father gave him. The Dominion has not learned. They will not learn unless they are made to. We shall fight them off again, and when the Ansei are with us again, the Thalmor shall die in droves.
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@Zendrelax, you and @NarcolepticSailor here?
Can't speak for anyone else, but I'm here. Real life crept up on me the past couple of days, and saying something slipped my mind--sorry about that. It's a bit late where I am, but I should be able to have a post up tomorrow.
Nation: The Most Serene Republic of Carnelia (Orange Nation)
Government: Noble Republic
• Bonus: Trade and Industry (Increased Income)
• Malus: Feuding Princes (Increased Factionalism)
Ruler(s):
His Serene Majesty, Grand Prince Alteo Regaan Verkun IX of Carnelia, Stalwart Defender of the Republic, Hammer of the West, Lord Protector of the Highlands, and Head of House Verkun.
Trait: A Throne of Lies and Blood (Scheme)
Prominent Terrain: Hills
Secondary Terrain: Mountains
Prominent Race: Humans
Secondary Race(s): No races are barred from entering Carnelia’s borders, but none form a significant population.
Bios: The time was that the land which now forms the Most Serene Republic of Carnelia was divided amongst petty feudal nobles, squabbling over spits of land and — according to some stories — even individual hills. So it was until the great Bertak Carnelius overthrew his local Count, and spread out to conquer a sizable chunk of what is now Carnelia. Bertak established the system of noble houses, headed by the Princes, from whom the Grand Prince is elected on the old Grand Prince’s death. The stories say that all citizens were given the power to vote, and the books of law still do, but the Princes cast the votes of all their houses, and all those that their house employs. As the Houses have, split amongst them, complete control of Carnelia’s economy, it is only the Princes who hold any power. Ove time, the borders were expanded through conquest and land purchases to become what it is today.
Grand Prince Alteo: It is said that money the blood of Carnelia, and as the man who controls the richest mineral deposits in the realm, Alteo has been the realm’s richest man for years. Since he succeeded his uncle Prince Vashin after a freak, completely unexpected accident involving a poorly built balcony, exploding manure, and a lone bowman killed Vashin and his four sons. While in grief over the death of his family members, the absolutely unforeseen deaths of several troublesome subjects allowed Alteo to expend the wealth given by his demesne to further his influence within the realm. While his skill as a financier was no greater than average, his influence flowed well. At the age of forty-five (39), Alteo is the youngest Grand Prince in decades, having ascended after the old Grand Prince Alik’ash Carnelius died, not from the mysterious pleasure-ship fire just off the western coast, but of a perfectly legitimate illness that did not in any way resemble any kind of poison. Much of his family did die in the fire, though.
Geography: Geographically, Carnelia is best known for its hills. The center of the country is covered in hills, but they level out towards the southern coast, a region known as the Breadbasket of Carnelia, as it is the place where most farming occurs. In contrast, they grow steep, and eventually give way to the mountainous Highlands in the west, and much of the western coast is a long cliff face. From the Highlands flow many rivers, which intertwine as serpents between Carnelia’s many hills as they flow south, into the Breadbasket, and east, towards Corialus.
Corialus is the capital city of Carnelia, and is larger than any other settlement. It rests upon a delta, fed by both streams and rushing rivers that have flowed through the heartland. In the cradle of the Breadbasket is the city of Vithrin, seat of house Molkoth through which all of the Breadbasket’s food flows to the rest of the realm. Close to the northern border is Stram, seat of house Cornelius, the only city to come close to rivaling Corialus in size, and the funnel of overland trade.
Government: Noble Republic
• Bonus: Trade and Industry (Increased Income)
• Malus: Feuding Princes (Increased Factionalism)
Ruler(s):
His Serene Majesty, Grand Prince Alteo Regaan Verkun IX of Carnelia, Stalwart Defender of the Republic, Hammer of the West, Lord Protector of the Highlands, and Head of House Verkun.
Trait: A Throne of Lies and Blood (Scheme)
Prominent Terrain: Hills
Secondary Terrain: Mountains
Prominent Race: Humans
Secondary Race(s): No races are barred from entering Carnelia’s borders, but none form a significant population.
Bios: The time was that the land which now forms the Most Serene Republic of Carnelia was divided amongst petty feudal nobles, squabbling over spits of land and — according to some stories — even individual hills. So it was until the great Bertak Carnelius overthrew his local Count, and spread out to conquer a sizable chunk of what is now Carnelia. Bertak established the system of noble houses, headed by the Princes, from whom the Grand Prince is elected on the old Grand Prince’s death. The stories say that all citizens were given the power to vote, and the books of law still do, but the Princes cast the votes of all their houses, and all those that their house employs. As the Houses have, split amongst them, complete control of Carnelia’s economy, it is only the Princes who hold any power. Ove time, the borders were expanded through conquest and land purchases to become what it is today.
Grand Prince Alteo: It is said that money the blood of Carnelia, and as the man who controls the richest mineral deposits in the realm, Alteo has been the realm’s richest man for years. Since he succeeded his uncle Prince Vashin after a freak, completely unexpected accident involving a poorly built balcony, exploding manure, and a lone bowman killed Vashin and his four sons. While in grief over the death of his family members, the absolutely unforeseen deaths of several troublesome subjects allowed Alteo to expend the wealth given by his demesne to further his influence within the realm. While his skill as a financier was no greater than average, his influence flowed well. At the age of forty-five (39), Alteo is the youngest Grand Prince in decades, having ascended after the old Grand Prince Alik’ash Carnelius died, not from the mysterious pleasure-ship fire just off the western coast, but of a perfectly legitimate illness that did not in any way resemble any kind of poison. Much of his family did die in the fire, though.
Geography: Geographically, Carnelia is best known for its hills. The center of the country is covered in hills, but they level out towards the southern coast, a region known as the Breadbasket of Carnelia, as it is the place where most farming occurs. In contrast, they grow steep, and eventually give way to the mountainous Highlands in the west, and much of the western coast is a long cliff face. From the Highlands flow many rivers, which intertwine as serpents between Carnelia’s many hills as they flow south, into the Breadbasket, and east, towards Corialus.
Corialus is the capital city of Carnelia, and is larger than any other settlement. It rests upon a delta, fed by both streams and rushing rivers that have flowed through the heartland. In the cradle of the Breadbasket is the city of Vithrin, seat of house Molkoth through which all of the Breadbasket’s food flows to the rest of the realm. Close to the northern border is Stram, seat of house Cornelius, the only city to come close to rivaling Corialus in size, and the funnel of overland trade.
ah okay, I shall press no more, then!
I think I will open up the final slot just for today, if not takers come on board, I shall play it myself.
@Zendrelax, the grey nation is already taken, so I shall move you south, to the orange kingdom. I'll have a rough map up for you later tonight.
Only one more nation left, folks!
Wait... I said grey? *checks CS* Well, it looks like I did. I meant to say orange, so it worked out anyways.
I can handle colors, I swear!
Nation: The Most Serene Republic of Carnelia (Grey Nation)
Government: Noble Republic
• Bonus: Trade and Industry (Increased Income)
• Malus: Feuding Princes (Increased Factionalism)
Ruler(s):
His Serene Majesty, Grand Prince Alteo Regaan Verkun IX of Carnelia, Stalwart Defender of the Republic, Hammer of the West, Lord Protector of the Highlands, and Head of House Verkun.
Trait: A Throne of Lies and Blood (Scheme)
Prominent Terrain: Hills
Secondary Terrain: Mountains
Prominent Race: Humans
Secondary Race(s): No races are barred from entering Carnelia’s borders, but none form a significant population.
Bios: The time was that the land which now forms the Most Serene Republic of Carnelia was divided amongst petty feudal nobles, squabbling over spits of land and — according to some stories — even individual hills. So it was until the great Bertak Carnelius overthrew his local Count, and spread out to conquer a sizable chunk of what is now Carnelia. Bertak established the system of noble houses, headed by the Princes, from whom the Grand Prince is elected on the old Grand Prince’s death. The stories say that all citizens were given the power to vote, and the books of law still do, but the Princes cast the votes of all their houses, and all those that their house employs. As the Houses have, split amongst them, complete control of Carnelia’s economy, it is only the Princes who hold any power. Ove time, the borders were expanded through conquest and land purchases to become what it is today.
Grand Prince Alteo: It is said that money the blood of Carnelia, and as the man who controls the richest mineral deposits in the realm, Alteo has been the realm’s richest man for years. Since he succeeded his uncle Prince Vashin after a freak, completely unexpected accident involving a poorly built balcony, exploding manure, and a lone bowman killed Vashin and his four sons. While in grief over the death of his family members, the absolutely unforeseen deaths of several troublesome subjects allowed Alteo to expend the wealth given by his demesne to further his influence within the realm. While his skill as a financier was no greater than average, his influence flowed well. At the age of forty-five (39), Alteo is the youngest Grand Prince in decades, having ascended after the old Grand Prince Alik’ash Carnelius died, not from the mysterious pleasure-ship fire just off the western coast, but of a perfectly legitimate illness that did not in any way resemble any kind of poison. Much of his family did die in the fire, though.
Geography: Geographically, Carnelia is best known for its hills. The center of the country is covered in hills, but they level out towards the southern coast, a region known as the Breadbasket of Carnelia, as it is the place where most farming occurs. In contrast, they grow steep, and eventually give way to the mountainous Highlands in the west, and much of the western coast is a long cliff face. From the Highlands flow many rivers, which intertwine as serpents between Carnelia’s many hills as they flow south, into the Breadbasket, and east, towards Corialus.
Corialus is the capital city of Carnelia, and is larger than any other settlement. It rests upon a delta, fed by both streams and rushing rivers that have flowed through the heartland. In the cradle of the Breadbasket is the city of Vithrin, seat of house Molkoth through which all of the Breadbasket’s food flows to the rest of the realm. Close to the northern border is Stram, seat of house Cornelius, the only city to come close to rivaling Corialus in size, and the funnel of overland trade.
Government: Noble Republic
• Bonus: Trade and Industry (Increased Income)
• Malus: Feuding Princes (Increased Factionalism)
Ruler(s):
His Serene Majesty, Grand Prince Alteo Regaan Verkun IX of Carnelia, Stalwart Defender of the Republic, Hammer of the West, Lord Protector of the Highlands, and Head of House Verkun.
Trait: A Throne of Lies and Blood (Scheme)
Prominent Terrain: Hills
Secondary Terrain: Mountains
Prominent Race: Humans
Secondary Race(s): No races are barred from entering Carnelia’s borders, but none form a significant population.
Bios: The time was that the land which now forms the Most Serene Republic of Carnelia was divided amongst petty feudal nobles, squabbling over spits of land and — according to some stories — even individual hills. So it was until the great Bertak Carnelius overthrew his local Count, and spread out to conquer a sizable chunk of what is now Carnelia. Bertak established the system of noble houses, headed by the Princes, from whom the Grand Prince is elected on the old Grand Prince’s death. The stories say that all citizens were given the power to vote, and the books of law still do, but the Princes cast the votes of all their houses, and all those that their house employs. As the Houses have, split amongst them, complete control of Carnelia’s economy, it is only the Princes who hold any power. Ove time, the borders were expanded through conquest and land purchases to become what it is today.
Grand Prince Alteo: It is said that money the blood of Carnelia, and as the man who controls the richest mineral deposits in the realm, Alteo has been the realm’s richest man for years. Since he succeeded his uncle Prince Vashin after a freak, completely unexpected accident involving a poorly built balcony, exploding manure, and a lone bowman killed Vashin and his four sons. While in grief over the death of his family members, the absolutely unforeseen deaths of several troublesome subjects allowed Alteo to expend the wealth given by his demesne to further his influence within the realm. While his skill as a financier was no greater than average, his influence flowed well. At the age of forty-five (39), Alteo is the youngest Grand Prince in decades, having ascended after the old Grand Prince Alik’ash Carnelius died, not from the mysterious pleasure-ship fire just off the western coast, but of a perfectly legitimate illness that did not in any way resemble any kind of poison. Much of his family did die in the fire, though.
Geography: Geographically, Carnelia is best known for its hills. The center of the country is covered in hills, but they level out towards the southern coast, a region known as the Breadbasket of Carnelia, as it is the place where most farming occurs. In contrast, they grow steep, and eventually give way to the mountainous Highlands in the west, and much of the western coast is a long cliff face. From the Highlands flow many rivers, which intertwine as serpents between Carnelia’s many hills as they flow south, into the Breadbasket, and east, towards Corialus.
Corialus is the capital city of Carnelia, and is larger than any other settlement. It rests upon a delta, fed by both streams and rushing rivers that have flowed through the heartland. In the cradle of the Breadbasket is the city of Vithrin, seat of house Molkoth through which all of the Breadbasket’s food flows to the rest of the realm. Close to the northern border is Stram, seat of house Cornelius, the only city to come close to rivaling Corialus in size, and the funnel of overland trade.
I fins this prospect most intriguing. I shall begin work on a CS post-haste!
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