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Into Asphessı Country I
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Uorthern looked at the thick forests ahead with a small smile. It was a great contrast to that which he had seen in Sakele, but that only made his appreciation for a return to what he was used to grow stronger. He took a few gentle steps forward, as if fearful of disrupting the forest like it were a mirage borne of the desolation of the arid lands west and south. He struggled to form words. Given that he had a settler band, this was not becoming of him.

Yet, while he was quiet, so too were his peers. This forest, full of stout oak trees, was like a beacon that commanded a respect—no, a reverence for it. Such a trait appeared to be a wholly Uinnlantish belief, as they could identify no other groups which would harbor the same respect for nature as a divine entity (and a lump sum of deities, too). The first settlement was founded there with the name Coidsacel, or “the forest of the Sakel.”

The region, though, and that forest, gained its name only with one event there following. Figures that appeared to blend the secondary and tertiary features of animals and humans had been spotted late in the night. The Sakele were known to be related to the Szwonians, but the Szwonians were majority Revelationist. No, there was another group that bore relation; one which now was merely a relic of the Reach’s varied history. They held believe in zwierzszy, or humanoid figures with the ears and tails of animals. This people, the Wlavgardski, had been right after all.

This forest, now Asphessırenn, or the “Land of Asphessı” (zwierzszy), was perhaps where the Wlavgardski had come from. The figures they had spoken of lived in this place as if it were their homeland. Uinnlantish settlers very quickly took to leaving sacrifices to these figures in the hopes that they would be left alone and remain safe in such a foreign land brimming with divinity.

These Asphessı—no one in the settlements founded along the forest and its rivers could agree whether it was a singular asphessen with a plural asphessı or a singular asphessı with a plural asphessar—were spoken of by the Wlavgardski as having a host of traits: Trickery, deceit, mischief, lasciviousness, wisdom, et cetera. They were akin to the fair folk, the fae, of Uinnlantish beliefs, and their forest was akin to a large, arboreal fairy mound.

Well, while the Asphessı were an unusual sight, at least their forest was not. The Uinnlant there had long since thanked their ancestors for this discovery, as now a familiar home had been found in an unfamiliar land. As tokens of thanks to the entities that seemed to inhabit these lands, the utmost respect was given in speaking of and to them, as there was no doubt that, just like the fair folk, they could hear insults anywhere. Thankfully, they hadn’t yet taken an issue to the Uinnlant’s treatment of the Sakeli, who were definitely their southern neighbors.

Harijja

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
But to try to figure-out our unique-situation... II
(7014 FP) - devpost

As it was nearing 7015 FP, Astenniah had sensed something in the air. The year - 7014 - was a good year, well, better than others significantly yet things are not easy. And the Combine has things still ahead of herself to work on, so that years in her future would be far better for her. It'd be, that Astenniah and the Union Army had went back and forth in more notes towards eachother, with mixed responses from soldiers in the Union Army.

She knew the Syndicate and other groups, would fight and fight hard - twice as hard. She knew, that O'olarians wouldn't give up or in not even a half-step - and it was, that all this time Ampendilu had been looking to Sorelia and Altisidere, and to the West and towards Mokranshi - the 'Amps should really look towards O'olaria and Knifesedge, towards fighting and regaining lost territories - and not only that, but the preservation of Ao'cai'ocliah and Sa'amp'scalia. Because - the Hannuenic does not care about Art or Culture; they would try to destroy everything adjacent to Tysfarnia then say that the Farnsites never had anything at all.

Like Astenniah, Adelia and many others were saying all across this year - the Hannuenic leans forward and stabs you, yet feigns a pained scream as if they were injured themselves. They will cry "foul" when they were the ones who'd striked out completely. And, as always, just like everyone was saying - they had underestimated the Ampendiluian People. They'd seemingly forgotten that, even their ancestor was planning and plotting. That the Amperslandish had done so much to sabotage Tysfarnia and creep up on them.

And it is still happening, albeit underhandedly and secretly - that Ampendilu has been trying to fix her situation and not appear to be "all talk; no shock" like they'd said about Hannuen. That the Hannuens had frost to pay - for several crimes. That the arrogants needed to all die. Ampendilu tried niceness. She tried to be nice to the east, yet as they all are a blot in the universe - one cannot offer "mercies" to them.

One cannot sit there and think they are not dealing with dogs and wild canines that needed to be taken out back and shot!

And they wouldn't hesitate to creep up on The People; they wouldn't hesitate to oppress them, just like the Eastern-scum had oppressed themselves or tried to, for millennia!

But it's that the Farnsite had fought, and she'd still fight. Even if the Dervish were not with them. Even if things were seeming dire or bleak - the Combine would stand ten toes down on her stances, not allowing Hannuen to harass or scorn her whatsoever.

Thing is, people will not easily give-up. Their spirit will not be broken. The Snowlandics will stand unbowed unbent unbroken, and all throughout the land!

If the Mokrani were quiet, if the Hakadi were rotting in the ground, if the Reyek never responded to 'Amps' lettres, if...

no matter - 'Amp had to persevere and move. She had to fight on.

And she would take the fight to them all.

Astie had thought about Arina and their wellbeing. Arina and areas similar, were vital to her, as she'd mulled how they were doing. She hated the very idea of their identity being torn and ripped apart and replaced with the Hannuenic one - or whatever the "Hannuenic identity" had entailed. There, yes, was an Asperati Identity - though the Farnsites were safeguarding it. But...

The "Asperati Identity," sadly, means naught to Hannuen. Asperatus' legacy and history means naught to them as they do not want their connections. Hannuen had made it crystal-clear they do not want trade deals or alliances or any such thing. Or even, to try to drastically cooldown relations between the two countries. But - Astenniah had worked hard all this time to freeze relations with them instead of inflame them. And it wasn't reciprocated; the Hannuenic wants their own to be impoverished and cultureless. They do not want Dunna or any semblance of their olden way. They have been brainwashed by their so-called "queen" to give-up the "league" and all that. And Arina, is a mark. Arina is a threshold of that - that free cities all over, would be encroached-upon. That the libertine ideas which were in cities, would be at risk of attack. And it'd be, that rurals would attack scholars and smart folk. Rural folk are intensely envious of urbanites and cityfolk; that is the thing. And, even though Astie hadn't stepped foot literally in Arinian land, she could tell that people envied the Arinians. Arina had moxie that parts of Hannuen or even Asperatu didn't have.

But yet....

Maybe they'd make their move to try to indoctrinate the Arinian folk into blind hatred and asininity? Just like how they'd done so to the Wence and House Mapucheni and most of Hannuen?

Ampendilu and, yes, her ancestor Amperslandia - they had always reached out to the Asperati and Uinnslandish. They wanted to find friends in that land. And, there's always rebels. There are always people fighting against tyranny - just that the Hannuenic will pretend Asperatu and Uinnslandia never existed. They will pretend that all women in Tysfarnia are 100% pro-the statusquo instead-of having their own mind and their own gumption to choose for themselves.

Tysfarnians, lend your fellow countrymen your ears - and your arms!

And how no one'd ever fought for your voice - only to snuff it out like a dying ember...

To weep for the occupied-lands in the Evil Empire. To weep for all Tysfarnia, Arina and everyone else - and to hope they all, once freed from that dungeon, will breathe easily a sigh of relief.

But...

They may be forced to fight their own people; that's a cryingshame. It's a shame when Sisters have to infight and argue. But, Astenniah hoped it'd never be the case with Mokranshi.

Astie had wanted to sob, just thinking about Tysfarnia and the others - but she kept restraint. She kept up her joy; because, that is how they'd beat you - not with sword and spear, but with mindgames and deceit - and the Hannuenic is a master of deceit and trickery! The Hannuenic is a liar and a deceiver! A trickster! They scheme in the shadows, and not even that - but out-and-about in broad daylight! They are not to be trusted! And 'O Brave Farnsie will never return to the grief of what it was to be backstabbed by orientalists once-upon a time.

That is, and has been, nothing now.

It's the future that'd always mattered. Not what'd happened eons ago.

Just, that it was very difficile to change the minds of stubborn f*ckwits like the Hannuenic-scum. It is a task that, befits Dunna. And Dunna had probably already cried out - yet they didn't listen to her whatsoever. The Hannuenic will doublespeak and say both they know of Dunner and that Dunner is nothing compared to the deities they'd been serving for a bit - but we already know they are foolish for what they'd done to Dunna.

They make Dunna cry. And, she doesn't like when people fight and argue - really. They had missed the whole point of Dunnism and Ma'ar'zed, during this whole-entire scuffle. They're becoming progressively more unhinged by the second! And the 'Amps had asked Dunna to get through to them! But they must have brains 50-times-chunkier of that of icebergs to not hear Dunna weep and shout, in her protests against the Newfound Regimes' evil empire and how they'd been trying to oppress their own kind for ages - then turnaround and try to come after Faransi.

The past doesn't matter. And really, what use did it serve to run after the memories of old?

Farnsie is made-up-of sterner stuff, but yet...

Hatomi, Dunna, Asperatu - all that....

What of it? It is not a thing to hold onto. All of that, is not a thing for the Faransi of Tomorrow - that was yesterdays' news. But Astenniah didn't know. She'd overcame so much but yet, she felt like she was slacking and lapsing back into her anguishful anxieties. That, to grieve the loss of a Sister - to grieve the death of a people such as Asperati, to grieve all the olden things of Yore and to be revanchist-nostalgist?

To pursue not that of her own Sun but that of a Star that'd already-died but yet her light is still-visible in the Farnsite Sky?

That is noble yes, but still such heroic nonsense!

And yes, to be both past the olden-thing but also admiring it....

To the Hannuenic, it may be odd - but there is an idea there. There was an aesop to all of this.

That Astie and folk like her although great and exquisite - couldn't ever forget who they were. And, that was the whole "Tale" of Dysembia and her environs. That was a thing the Hannuenic didn't heed - they forgot who they originated from.

They'd forgotten their Asperati Code.

But Ampendilu didn't forget. Or, even the way of Amperslandia.

She remembered and held onto it.

But it's of such certain weakness that it'd made no point to namedrop Her Ancestors - just like The Old Law is just that, "The Old Law," because Sopringa et al - after a certain time, even though they are not youthful women - they are legion.

Things are amassing to such a point that one cannot ever turn back. Already Ampendilu was at her precipice.

But as things were going into 7015, Astenniah was scratching her head. She didn't want to regress and mourn and cry - not any longer. But, Time reminded her of Asperatu and Iyo et al. Time reminded her that her people were still Fighting.

They were still trying to move and be of some worth, just not to their inheritance - but also to their own might and will.

Ampendilu has to be her own thing.

Just that Astenniah and her successors had to fight the good fight and not let things blindside them. They were being proactive now, all this year - but what even is to happen nextly? That is no thing no one truly is of-certainty about.

The Hannuenic on one end may warmonger and on the other the Snowlandic hopes they develop brain. But both sides of the ocean already know-of the precarious situation-at-hand.

And that's what happens when folk do not Unify. They are to leave behind a generational curse. Instead of becoming Ampendiluinnrenn, the two were just stuck infighting. And Astenniah had gave it her all. Just...

She had hoped Roisynnes' words held water. She hoped that "waiting" but also being proactive, was good for the longterm of Snowlandia despite things being queer in the present-shorttime they were undergoing.

And Asperati are not even "Asperati" anymore, so that signifies something. When person forgets their land, it is a tragedy - and that was something the Sorelians didn't want to happen, so that's why they'd taken matters into their own hands. Just though, all across Farnsie - people clung and held-on to what'd they'd had. If those people weren't themselves anymore and the crown was on the head of the Heiress - then it'd meant something anew.

And what, then, even was "Hannuen?" Some creature out of the depths of Frost that was malformed and disfigured, only to wreak Order upon the land and force people into unnatural-captivity?

The Wence and all others LET the Hannuenic creep up on them - they all could've been Free but instead they'd chosen to be a shadow of their former conscience.

. . .

"I've worked hard; I've worked overhard - but I don't understand what's happening. I'm waiting, I'd not heard word from all the Debatehallers - I know one can be with-healer but I doubt healing'd take this long a time. Maybe they'd healed already, but carried on after that. I am just stuck here, in Sorelia, thinking about the Future and to save my own people. I can save others but firstly, I'd needed to save my own self. I'd needed to save Ampendilu - not just everyone else. The hannuenic dooms everyone to death whilst we are, essentially, rejuvenating peoples. I just hope, one day, someone can rejuvenate us instead of Ampendilu going about her normal trend of swapping." She sighed.

Into Asphessı Country II
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The Sakeli Peaks were a veritable struggle to find oneself in, much less attempt to live in. They were high into the sky, thus giving a strong chill, but also were upon the western bound there, leaving an arid landscape untouched by the embrace of river channels or major streams save the Abersacel. Thus, while there was ease to living outside of them (relative to the Peaks), the same could not be said for the mountains.

The only possible part to even “comfortably” inhabit was its northern tip, where the mountains met the forests of Asphessırenn. That area, as previously described, was where the Asphessı (zwierzszy) lived. Already, through the now-gone stream of thought that was Wlavgard, tales had filtered through old texts the Hannuenic Faithful, in their journey there, had procured. These tales only enforced the view of the Asphessı as fae morphing the appearance of man and animal.

Did they claim a part of the Peaks within their domain? Did they have any qualms about Uinnlant living within their home? The settlers along the rim of Coidasphessı (“the forest of the Asphessı,” a name that eclipsed any other for the forest; however, the settlement of Coidsacel retained its name) would need to convene with them in some way to know for sure. Thus far, the Uinnlant had been safe from any of their ire.

The Hannuenic Faithful presently there took quickly to the Asphessı, and so began attempting to communicate with them to both understand them and to receive a proper blessing to be there as settlers. As they had done with the Cirithil’s native believes—that is, learn and subsume—they sought to do with the Asphessı. They prayed for success, calling upon many gods’ names in the process of doing so.

“Dorime, gudu,” one would begin, calling upon the divinities; “render us your prowess and ability; help us to convene with the natives entities of the land. Prithee, give your assistance so that your descendants may have room to live freely, without the encroachment of those who would do them harm. Give your assistance so that we may come to understand those forces of nature which we come across, so that we may live by them without conflict.

“O, our gudu, render us your blessing so. Ameno.”

And they would repeat this spiel many times, in many different variations, all with one central focus: To ask for help. As they have asked before countless times, in the face of adversity and need, they asked for help once more. Unlike those times, now was not one of abject despair, but instead of a simple longing for the assistance of men and women long passed, whose own experience had accumulated together.

The Asphessı were not quick to anyone, it seemed, but as long as the intent was there for the Uinnlant to peacefully coexist, then that should be enough. If the Asphessı were even just half like the fair folk, then that would mean that, despite their mischief, they would pay respect with respect in kind. But, until they were spoken with, this could not be proven.

Edited

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
But to try to figure-out our unique-situation... III: How-to fight someone who doesn't have a Code?
(7014 FP) - devpost

"I don't know how this'll work, Adelia... I don't know how Ampendilu is to fight Hannuenics when the Hannuenic has no way or code. They have no culture or uniting-spirit. Nothing really is of note there. The thing is, it is not the things of old but it is Ampendilus' destiny to get her own. The past has already happened and alot of things were in our favor then - but Ampendilu is not the same Ampendilu of yesterday. We are steadily going into 7015, and we'd have to get a gameplan as to how Farnsie would pivot. Because, we are going to pivot and counteract the Hannuenic yes - but we have to try to see our way out. We need to see our own future." Astenniah talked as if Adelia was in the room.

She was antsy yet calm and composed.

The Marshal was of two minds on everything now.

She felt that, the Hannuenic went crazier and crazier. The Asperati et al - are long-gone. And the fadingmemories are now kept-up by Snowlandia. But the thing about Snowlandia is she cannot look back. Ampasmeria cannot do like Hannuen and be hyperfixated on corpses. She, even in Sorelia, was hearing rumors that the Hannuenic was restless.

They were quiet yes, but still moving. They didn't laze. The Ampendiluian didn't laze either but - they'd eased themselves from the worry of the orient. But the Orient is amping-up and becoming insaner.

So something should be done.

But not for her or her constituents or anyone else - to harp on the past.

How would Ampendilu fight Hannuen, when Hannuen has no doctrine or code or identity? Atleast the others adjacent-to Ampendilu had some sort of marker or modifier that'd show them who they were. Ampendilu herself, as an Alisandrist people, HAD to have an identity. If she didn't have the numerous other identities, atleast she'd still have her Alisandrist identity. If she was barren of all taste tone character sound pitch personality et al except Alisandrism - it was decent still.

But the thing was, she'd scratched her head thinking about this. And deeper than the usual talkingpoints and "agendas," to use the term from Dervockia - when the Dervs had mentioned something about Selexicas' communication "not being on the agenda" anymore.

It had to be finer.

Ideology and whatnot was perfect, but as she and many others had said before and many a time - the easterner is an unideological and bland people. They do not think in abstracts. They cannot fathom love, understanding, transparency, art, soul - things like that.

All the abstract thing - that was the domain of the Alisandrist.

And the "facts and logic" of the Hannuenic? That was just spitting on graves and pilfering from long-dead skeletons. It was disrespecting spectres. So it's not actually "factual," but an ass-backward-silliness that Dubcoin holds.

The "Facts and logic" is nothing. If you need "Facts" to tell you that killing and raping your own friends and sisters is a negative trait - then something is wrong with your mentality. If the easterner needed "Facts and logic" to tell them to not eavesdrop into someones' business - then they are missing something in their wisdom.

They are clouded, for they do not think Chaotically. All the Chaos can be exported into Asperatu et al from Farnsie - but the Hannuenic, in that they'd wanted no part even of Asperatu - do not have the Chaotic trait in them.

Order literally clouds their brains but yet, they want to talk "Facts and logic." One cannot think "rationally" about how enslaving your own people is bad, but want to lecture Alisandrists about their own theories and philosophies? They hadn't opened their mind to Alisandrism or any other thing that Ampendilu et al brings with them - so if ones' mind is not open and receptive, how would YOU know?

How do you know whether or not the juice was good, without even TRYING it?

How, the f*ck, does a Hannuenic know more about Farnsite Mindsets than the progenitors of said mindsets?

That, really, is "nonsensical." If they'd wanted to sit around slurring people and making up terms all day and trying to be "logical," then the Combine can play the same game and say the Hannuenic is spouting mindless, insane, theocratic-drivel.

And why would one listen-to a theocrat or any figure lacking sanity? Why even deal with the blot of the universe? They have literally nothing of quality there; and anything the East would possess - was stolen from everyone else.

The east raped and pillaged - or atleast tried to - themselves. And that was the real problem. Astenniah et al were going to continue to point out that little detail, because every other thing the Hannuenic said - that was piddly compared to being a selfhating piece-of-virmt like they are. And the orientalist done nothing but deceive. They have no roots or dunnormality ("dunna" + "normality," as it is said that the goddess dunna also has the connotation of being 'normal' or 'common' or 'natural' or even 'sensible' in Hannuen or the Dubcoin) yet want to lecture everyone else about their identity. How the f*ck do identityless thieves try lecturing proud Ampurple ampeople on their own selves?

A thief, a murderer, a scoundrel - those are not innately bad things. The dogmaticism was assassinated by 'Amp in the past; any traces of it will be eliminated. But the point is, they are not inherently "Evil." A thief is not "bad" in themselves but a scum like the hannuenic-heathen - they add-on to it.

They would "modify" what the connotation of "thief" would be.

When people steal, it is not always for evil intents; just, the Hannuenic-scum steal and it is always sinister - so they can also be called the "hannuenic-thief" or something adjacent to that.

Because of the (sub)cultures of certain areas, it is and can be said that people are not all built the same; not all Farnsites are the same. Pagani and Yeritzi, even whilst united - they have traits of their culture that'd denote their identity.

People will do different things, because whatever their practices are, are "normal" to them. So therefore one cannot come up to thieving-girl and automatically assume because she is thief she is evil. So, this is the aesop of all of this; that because Farnsie was cultured and well-established - she'd already known about certain traits and predilections.

The Hannuenic-prude, they cannot speak-up-on Dunna the Seductress as they do not have the predilection of Passion.

Prudism is a part of what it'd be to be Orderly. If Hannuen wasn't evil, then they wouldn't be Orderly because those two intersect. Order, evil, prudism - traits like that would all intersect and combine and if one had those traits - then if one were to also have some skill or talent or art of note - then it'd crosscancel.

Order doesn't allow for culture to be assembled, as Orderly folk pick apart and destroy everything. They want everything to be "all one certain way," without respecting the color and fluidity of people - that everyone is Different.

The fact, that the Hannuenic is prudish and unemotional - ties into them being Orderly which also ties into them being evil and a frostspawn and also a blot on the Universe.

All of the things the Combine had mentioned and criticized - they all are tied together, for they all are her enemy. The prude is her enemy in the same way the tyrant is, for all wouldn't allow one to be Free. And to have freedom, it is not one straightline but a multitude of things combining.

Hannuen is, and can never be free because they are built-off-of Oppression. They, for millennia oppressed their own and are still trying to oppress themselves. They have no real history of freedom. Asperatu et al, are not the same as Hannuen - so it cannot be said that "the Hannuenic used to have Freedom" when the Newfound Regime was allied-to the Combine.

There was a dotted-line denoting the time wherein Hannuen formed and before Hannuen, when there were Asperati folk.

But there is only Hannuen now. There are only eastern-bastardly-bandits who try to rob from everyone yet do not and cannot rob the Asperati culture back into themselves. They want everyone elses' cultures and relics yet the remnants of Asperatu - they wanted to destroy and stop others from learning about them.

The Hannuenic didn't succeed in stopping Ampendilu in learning and preserving the Asperati culture. And, it is said multiple times that the Combine, her interest is protecting and preserving other cultures et al. And the "league" selfdestroyed.

The evil empire didn't want to be a "league" anymore. They were shooting themselves in the foot and trying to abolish all traces of Asperatu. They - Astenniah was sure of it - had angered many traditionalists within themselves. The evil empire is consistent in doing silly actions, which do not hurt the Combine but only HELP her - as there are and would be folk who'd despise the Hannuenic for trying to rid Dubcoin of their traditions. And then, there will always be folk who want to go in a different direction than Iyo.

Iyo shot herself in the foot. And she is trying to make the dubcoin her personal fiefdom to where, all dubcoiners bootlick her constantly and any other thing is the made-up fiction they'd created or the ghosts they'd kept chasing without realizing they are dead-and-gone.

So, after they rebuke and disavow everyone and everything around them - after they try to lord over free peoples - then what would the Hannuenic even have?

They have nothing.

They are nothing.

It is based-off-of what they do, that darkness within them. They are possessed by a malignant-evil inside of them and said evil doesn't allow them to be openminded. They are literalist-theocrats and mongers - not just bloodmongers or corpsemongers - but everything they get their greedy, gargantuan hands on - they monger it and never letgo.

That, is why Iyo et al don't understand they are greedy.

It is not "logic," it is greed. When you want "material stuffs" and are not merely satisfied with good company, love, cherishment, acceptance, freedom - traits like that - you are Greedy.

That, is greed. And no one can "give" a damn thing to you. You have to work it out yourself. Iyo et al - they have to work for what they want. It doesn't fall out of the sky. And just because one marks themselves with a "royal status," doesn't exactly make them "royal." The "blood" doesn't make you "royalty." If people RESPECT and LOVE you - that's what kings you. That's what queens you. Because a monarch or leader or ruler, should WANT nothing more than to be loved and respected by her own ilk.

Astenniah had conveyed these aesops SEVERAL times to the hannuenic-scoundrel but yet they didn't heed her word! It is not "warmongering," when Farnsie takes Revenge - it is Justice!

And the east should be wiped out! Let the fish and the shark take over that area where the land had once held itself - for no one should, or can, "live" in the orient.

To "live," is to be Free. If one cannot be free - one is not Living. So if one is setting foot in an evil land like the orient- they are trapped. They cannot breathe. The whole entire area is accursed and marked-for-doom and death by the deities.

Just - the hannuenic doesn't f*cking listen. They "Ask questions" - their "Questions" are asinine to begin with. And everything that's been explained, is to solve their question - but yet they do not change.

One'd think, if you were learning something new - with the new knowledge, one would know better. But, the Hannuenic has no brain. They have no ability to know or do better. So, Ampendilu is best-off killing them all. The east, is worthless.

She'd written and compiled her codex - and then, the role of copying was set upon her compatriots - but, Astenniah still wanted to get out the message. Ampendilu was stuck repeating herself and the same morals, because the east is so stupid they cannot catch-on!

They make it impossible to teach!

If you have to have a sword in your hand to teach - that is bad teaching - but they force one to commit themselves to extremisms just to prove the point to them. Just to get the message out that all that girl did, was for a purpose.

Everything that'd occurred, wasn't "worthless." And the hannuen can try to chastize further - only they'll find themselves hanged.

Same with the old people who'd said "who would care about this land, this land is useless" or whatever - as there is no such thing as "Useless land." If anything - the Combine would take it. If anything, the Combine would accept it.

The hannuenic threw off Asperati ways - the Combine accepted and took them. And it's the same that'd continue to happen all around; which is why the hakadi envoy was stupid in saying what'd he'd said about Darlandia.

If Darlandish are Farnsite, then why wouldn't they be equal to everyone else here? They are all the same people, no?

They have all been the same people - and so, already they are equal. They are peoples who are in the Amperslandish Peoplegroup, that for many an eon, people had wanted to unify and retake. If Farnsie is a liberali and accepting land - why wouldn't she accept the Darlandish? She'd accepted every other misfit and rogue - why not them?

So, whatever - those all, were stupid comments made by the Hakadi and the other fools. But, the time's going to come when they'll rue making the f*cking mistake to say that to Astenniah and her people!

Into Asphessı Country III
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As settlers continued to enter Sakele, and as attention was paid to its prior inhabitants, the Sakeli and the mystical divinities present through out the area, the midpoint of the Sakeli Peaks were settled or the first time, at the source of the Abersacel. There, they had the best location to live in within the Peaks. The greatest concern afterward was what they’d be able to grow and for how long.

The second greatest concern was whether the settlement would come into contact with any heretofore unseen Sakeli as, while unlikely, there was a chance of Sakeli settlers wherever the Uinnlant themselves could settle. Even if they were not found at the river source, assuredly the many dozens of places among the river banks could harbor Sakeli bodies left free of servitude.

But, with the encroachment of Uinnlant upon even the source of the Abersacel—upon the lifeblood of northern Sakele’s habitability—the pressing of a Uinnlantish identity over it was truly able to begin. That plan that had been enforced by Her Majesty’s demand for the land to be taken; then for settlers to come to it were they not enthused with the laws she had decreed upon the mainland, while still maintaining Crown protection; then, finally, the implantation of a vessel of Uinnlantish religious belief into the area.

And, with it all, this territory, while not named specifically, was simply a borderland. A Sakeli March, if one would. It was administered by a strange combination of the Hannuenic Faithful and the Crown of Uinnrenn, acting in separation and coordination to prevent any lapses in territorial control. While at one point the idea of appointing a noble to take care of it would have been viable, and in fact was viable for several years, the performance of the Hannuenic Faithful, who had done so without any semblance of aristocratic heritage, proved a far more efficient and helpful administrator instead.

Now, this left one thing for the land to do in return: Grow. Already, several thousands had journeyed to the Sakeli coastline to settle it. It was supposed that it would take a few decades for it to become well-populated, especially as the birthrate was split across both the Kingdom’s heartland, its insular territories to the west, and the Pale. But, the stage had been set; now, the actors had to play their part. And, in doing so, they would find themselves a place within the history books as the brave men and women that, in the face of lesser savages, brought their collective people to a higher position.

A minor indiscretion, however…

A fair number of Sakeli, especially those from the deep interior of Sakele, came under the vile touch of the Thin Red and the Thick Red. The Uinnlant had an immunity to it, fostered over thirty years, one major epidemic, and several smaller outbreaks; yet these interior Sakeli had no such thing. The Red ravaged them wantonly with no regard for pause in its conquest. For the Uinnlant, this was a blessing in disguise, as while the Secretariat of Health went into overdrive to curtail any spread of the disease into Uinnlantish settlements, they themselves brought a dormant form of it to the Sakeli.

The Republic of Grunestadt

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
But to try to figure-out our unique-situation... IV: Correspondence of our Times!
(7014 FP) - devpost

"What the frost are they doing? They must be impoverishing - didn't they beg for monies out of us several times? They were not satisfied with the fact they'd stolen from us - so they wanted more?

This is another sign the Hannenic is going to Oblivion, Astenniah!"

Adelia had written her.

Yes, the lettre was short, small, and brief - but Astenniah had understood that the two had so much dialogue and discussion about this that and the other, that they didn't need a broad and critical analysis on the topics.

She wasn't annoyed over it, really.

But, Astenniah had responded to her lettre with:

"I assume so. And it'd then-explain why they are so quiet currently. They are robbing and stealing and raising tax and tithe on their own people to try to makeup-for all their losses. The Dubcoin has lost so much; yet they try to act all big-and-bold! They are not only trying to steal from the Combine and Farnsie, but to steal and pickpocket other easterns aswell-as their own ilk?"

And then, the two had continued to go back and forth in writing.

"This isn't about what'd came-before. This is to mark a new age, a new world order; I'd talked about 'the new age' several times - but it's coming. When I was in Trina, they were satisfied. I'd heard so much about their celebrations, and that my speeches had marked a new time to them. I agree. I think that, all my work is paying-off. And it may seem I'd not gotten Ampasmeria ANYWHERE - but it is a whole lot I've did, that one cannot see it all-at-once.

And what the rumors of the Dubcoiner - what the Dubcoiner is doing - they are setting themselves up to fail, when they steal and pickpocket. When they slur and label others with their made-up terms, they are really unifying peoples AGAINST them. When they'd bloodmongered - they'd helped us reunify Amperslandia and Farnsie. All they'd done, is merely help us. All Iyo'd did - was give us cards in our pocket. Lucky cards that'd be used later!"

Astenniah said to Adelia in the note.

"I'd said, that regimes like them, their move - when they're backed into a corner - is to try to hurt everyone and go all out. Their cry, is a deathrattle! And, they'd been warmongering us for sometime now. I've heard so much word from Sorelians and Trinians about Hannuenic affairs, that I'm inclined-to-agree with them."

She'd sent two notes together at the same time to the healer.

"So, what really, was Roisynne saying when she'd told you 'Wait?'" Adelia sent back to Astenniah.

"She was saying, we'd done so much - that it's best to wait-and-see everything be fulfilled than to rush into Action. The Hannuenic will tire themselves out. But it's no-good to also tire yourself out aswell, as someone will strike-at you BOTH.

Wisdoms coming from Dervockia!"

Astenniah explained.

"And, I think I may have said all this already - but, I had to. I had to get the moral-of-the-story out about Hannuen. The Hannuenic didn't listen to us when we'd written to them explaining our mindsets et al - but they'd tried to bite and snap their canine-jaws at us! They are blind! And a blind man stumbles..."

"But why won't they listen? I mean... we definitely know better - we are wise - so why wouldn't they WANT to learn from us?"

"I'd already said it; they are unrepentant. They will not learn nor listen 'til too-late. They will die. They will be on their deathkneel saying 'you was right' when, we were telling them so all along."

"Got stabbed-in-the-chest, and are now using mere words to heal their mortalwound..."

the minor message said.

Astenniah held her head, thinking that what Adelia had just said in her much-more-recent note, was fair enough. But how long will it be, before Astenniah is able to get her revenge on those who'd wronged her? She'd done all of this, to save her people and their ideas - and now what? Now, 'sit here and die?' or actually do something and be about that action?

Well, they had been moving westwards and regaining lands. So much talking and celebrating had happened.

So much, generally - had happened.

But will it compensate for all the "Crazy" the east tried to put-on Ampendilu?

Uinnrenn

Successor - XXI

Wilhelm had a sense of melancholy as he stared outside of his office’s window, observing life in the city. His reign over the Republic was coming to an inevitable end, with just a few weeks or months left. The deal made with Emilia had bought him some time, but it couldn’t be delayed for long - Maria and Tobias had the upper hand, controlling the Rathaus guard and the nearest military regiments. He could leave the city, but he feared it would result in the coup simply happening sooner - the second he’d announce that he was leaving, he’d be surrounded by guards and most likely killed.

Wilhelm had just one more idea to avoid the coup, but he had no idea whether it would work or not. Even if it did, he had many more enemies and he was still not too loved by the people, though it wasn’t like it mattered that much. Still, his idea could turn the public opinion against Tobias and Maria and their plan to install Karl as the Secretary, though he wasn’t sure how it would play out after that. If nothing more came of it and it didn’t work, it would still cause a lot of chaos, making it more difficult for the conspirators.

Today was the anniversary of the Coup of 220, a day regarded to be one of the most important in the year, as it celebrated an occasion when the people of the Republic were supposedly freed from their oppressors. Wilhelm had always found it quite ridiculous, but as it was Agnes that had begun this tradition, it would be suicide to stop its celebration. The scale of the celebrations was even more ridiculous - it would begin with the Secretary’s speech in front of the Assembly, followed by a parade through the city. In some years, military parades had been organized as well, though that was generally not done, neither would it be organized this year.

Wilhelm had initially written just the usual speech, glorifying the coup, its orchestrator and the peaceful times that followed. Of course, he couldn’t help but add in bits about the Great War, indirectly praising himself. The war had not brought him the popularity he had hoped for, but it couldn’t hurt to remind the people of who led the Republic to victory, he thought. The speech had been great - maybe not as good as his best ones, but still decent. However, having come up with his plan, he had scrapped most of it, retaining only the most necessary parts, those being the introduction and some generic statements about the coup. That was all he needed, though he had memorized his other speech just in case he needed to continue.

He felt a little nervous as he stepped into the room leading to the balcony. A few guards, including Tobias, stood against the wall, with all of the other six Councillors in the room as well, as was tradition. They also had to hear the Secretary’s speech. Wilhelm stopped to briefly chat with Gabriel, but then continued to the balcony. As he stepped outside, he looked at the crowd in the square in front of him, a feeling of anxiety swept over him. He briefly looked to the two guards on the balcony with him, then turned once again to the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, speaking very loudly to make himself audible even to those in the furthest corners of the square, “peace and bread - those are the things required for a good life. And, on this day, thirty-nine years ago, they were granted to us. I remember the times preceding it - they were of hunger, times of war and conflict. It was a time of infighting. But then, as if it was Rhine’s gift to us, the great Agnes von Aldenheim-Brandt ended this era. She did the unimaginable, bringing peace and bread to the Republic after thirty years. The Republic prospered under her rule, prospered like it never had before. It was truly a wonder what she did.”

Wilhelm smiled. He was almost done with his speech. “And as it is known, our descendants look and think a lot like us. And, because of that, it is truly wonderful that on the Council today, we have Agnes’s own son, Karl von Aldenheim-Brandt. We can be sure that our country is in safe hands when one of its leaders is the son of a woman that powerful and smart.”

He sighed. “I am going to be honest, I am not going to be Secretary for long. I am an old man, my time is simply running out. But fear not, because the next Secretary will be Agnes’s son, a man who we can trust, a smart and a powerful man.” Wilhelm turned towards the balcony door, a sly smile appeared on his face as he stared at Tobias. “I would like to invite your future Secretary here to speak in front of you and to show his strength.”

The Republic of Grunestadt

Successor - XXII

Tobias was truly in crisis mode, he could not remember a moment when he was more anxious than now. His coup relied on Wilhelm’s unpopularity, it relied on the fact that most people thought him to be occupying a position reserved only for Agnes’s descendants, who must be godlike. In a way, his entire coup relied on the image Agnes had created for herself. Inviting Karl to speak in front of a crowd as large as this would undoubtedly shatter it, making him even more unpopular. That, in turn, threatened to turn the League against him as shareholders changed their views. All of these people would see what Karl was truly like, an imbecile. Those who would not would hear it through gossip.

Tobias squatted, his face in his palms. A second later, he stood up, a burst of anger came over him, followed by a few deep breaths. He took a quick moment to think, although he knew that he had little time. The guards in the room had gathered around him, all of them waiting for orders.

“Get the Councillors out of here!” Tobias said to them. The Councillors in the room looked at each other, not sure what Tobias had exactly meant by that and whether or not they’d live by the end of the day. Meanwhile, Tobias began to take off his armor. He had thought of a possible plan, though he was not sure if it would work. As he was preparing, he caught a glimpse of Wilhelm’s smile. He told something to the crowd, which Tobias could not hear, as he was focused on his own thoughts.

After having taken off his armor and putting on more normal clothes, he took a brief moment to think, and then walked towards the balcony. He now listened to Wilhelm talk.

“Karl has seemed to have escaped, he ran away, like a coward!” He yelled. The crowd looked horrified, as if their image of Agnes, built over decades, was close to shattering.

“Quiet!” Tobias shouted as he stepped onto the balcony. “How dare you speak of me like that!”

Wilhelm turned around, his smile having quickly faded. “You’re not Karl,” he said confusedly, although now noticing the two’s similarity - both having a beard, the same build and roughly the same age. Their faces looked quite different, but a regular person among the crowd had seen neither.

“Seize him!” He pointed to Wilhelm, the two guards on the balcony, initially quite confused, grabbed hold of Wilhelm.

“What are you d-”

“Keep him quiet!”

One of the guards placed his hand over Wilhelm’s mouth, stopping him from talking.

“Look at this pathetic man, slandering me, acting as if he deserves the role of Secretary!” Wilhelm yelled. “He has stolen the position, taken from me what is rightfully mine. And look, look what he has done to the Republic! Hundreds of thousands dead from the war, and yet he dares to speak of peace and bread!”

The crowd cheered.

“I will take back what is mine and lead the Republic to a new golden age!”

As the crowd cheered, Tobias looked over the edge of the balcony, wondering whether or not he would repeat the events of the coup of 220.

“Tie his hands!” He quietly told the guards, who promptly followed his command. He turned back to the crowd. “Just like my mother, I will serve justice, and this man has done more harm to the Republic than anyone!”

He looked towards the guards. “Throw him over!”

Mumbled screams could be heard from Wilhelm. The guards walked to the edge and threw the Secretary over headfirst. A scream could be heard as he fell, with those at the front of the crowd hearing a cracking sound as his head hit the ground.

Tobias extended his hand out in a fist. “Long live the Republic!”

66 days ago

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
Sisterhood
(7015 FP) - competitionpost

Adelia sighed.

The newyear was upon us.

And she was thinking about the back-and-forth between herself and Astenniah, how everyone in Ampendilu worked to decrease tensions but it'd seemed to somehow get hotter and hotter.

It's hard to imagine a moment where everyone is in agreement on something - and that's what the Marshal had emphasized constantly throughout this time: Unity.

Unity with the Mokrani, Sandquoian, Hakadi, Dervockian and even the Hannuenic - and not having the east be such a rough spot. To not think any longer about sabotage and two worlds coming to blows over ancient nonsense; it'd be excellent.

And even more excellent if the Mokrani folk were not complacent upon the worldstage - but that's something neither here nor there.

It was just an ideal situation, to finally be totally at rest. And the Unitedstates was resting and in-celebration - but, like, Adelia was thinking - totally at rest to where no-one'd had to think about Tysfarnia anymore. Just that trouble spot - and for one moment in time, the nonsense would diminish.

For one moment in time, the Ampersillians would've had the other peoples together instead of neck-and-neck in arguement.

Why is it so seemingly-hard to get everyone to come together? And why would it have to be for "material gain and benefit?" Why just, to not witness evil and harm befall the innocent?

One must always think about the Innocent - those that're caught in the fray of battle; the crossfire. No-one means to hurt them, only the "evildoer," but really...

All that talk and debate - when one is hurting their own Sister, the pain doesn't just stop at one. It reverberates all throughout familytrees and generations causing generational-trauma and emotionaldamage. All that anguish and grief, for what?

So she, Astenniah and many others had wanted, for a long time now - for the Hannuenics and others to realize that that wasn't the way to go. The thought of laying hand upon your own - but to attempt to choke her out? To insult her and deride her, treat her like nothing?

If Farnsie - or atleast the Unitedstates - can be in Oneness, then why not all of the Rekindling? Why not the Korg Gap and Üldenengarden? Sorelian, Svenengardnat et al - are all together and as one people - but why cannot this extend all over the place?

Why cannot Sisterhood, Friendship, Joy - and things of that nature - be omnipresent and overcome the scars of trauma? To force sister to fight her own? See how delirious that sounds?

Adelia and the rest of her people had to keep on wishing dreaming hoping and pursuing Unity. But, through said Unity - Sisterhood.

To put away the politics and critical-analysis and sit down; have a drink with your friend - is that not good enough?

And everything comes to yelling and screaming? Over what?

Precisely nothing. Just another way of creating pain in the world. Another way of impoverishing and weakening your own and destroying all around you subtly, but also in an unsubtle way.

Adelia remembered Astenniah telling her the pain she'd went through - that she'd wished to talk to Iyo and have a drink with her, and just chat and not worry about nonsense - and in a way, taking-on Astenniahs' hurt had made Adelia agonize and grieve aswell - as she'd hated that her close friend had to undergo such silliness. If heads-of-state cannot sit down and talk, then what does it mean for The People? Not just the Ampendiluian people - but the Hakadi and all others?

It's depressing to think that people - women - cannot come together, bond, talk, laugh - and without a care in the world.

And that was probably something that would be on Adelias' mind.

The feeling of loneliness, of not being able to build new bridges and move on - the feeling of not making progress in life - the feeling that everything is "all for nothing" and that "nothing really matters," that's an idiotic sensation to have in ones' body - but that was what she'd knew Astenniah had went through. That's what even all of Ampasmeria was experiencing in one way or another.

It'd felt like - despite everything that was done, everything said - all of the hard work and effort - it'd felt like it all was for naught and that nothing truly POSITIVE was coming out of the times spent.

Adelia sighed again.

"Take off the nonsense between our worlds and take off the 'downward spiral,' and input Grace and Laughter - a united group where people can freely move about, where there is no judgement or mockery, where people have something not just to look forward to - but also something positive in their history. If peoples all across the Rekindling were truly Sisters - if there was Sorority and Sisterhood - alot could be accomplished. Standing as one solid culture and one voice, is better than feuding over tripe constantly. And if the Amperslandish reunited their own and then reformatted into Ampendilu - if Ampendilu also was capable of great things with her own people as well - then why not use them as examples and move in that direction of Reunification instead of endless tragedy and trauma all over the place? If Amperslandish and Farnsite peoples were able to reunify - atleast as well as they are now, in Ampasmeria - then why not follow on that path and have more reunions? Why not EVERYONE cast off their problems and stand together as one massive entity?"

She thought aloud, now tiring of staying in her own head with her secondhand worries.

She can be a vase for friends to gain catharsis and solace in - but she couldn't just, be individual? Adelia couldn't just, not even have their tragedies in her arms as well?

Adelia, as a healer and also just as a normal person - didn't mind listening to others talk and understanding them, sympathizing with them - but she'd just tired of the "rolling injuries," and that is proof enough that pain isn't just a thing one person feels, but is something EVERYONE experiences.

And, to stand all as one unified entity - as a Combine, if one'd will - would be amazing. To share experiences and bond - just the Oneness of it all and the idea that everyone can learn from eachother, no secrets are hidden - that is what Adelia and many others had wanted for awhile.

That was a thing that'd felt like it'd only be present in the gargesiite.

To take in and adopt others, to be understanding and listening - those were Ampendiluian ideals and traits. And traits that can go far in life. Ampendilu had adopted and took-in other peoples and their ways instead of exiling or casting out. Instead of causing more injury, because the Ampendiluians had to be a haven for people to rest in. A place for others to be themselves and not be forced or coaxed into doing things they'd disapprove of or disagree with.

Those were Farnsite and Amperslandish Values - but why not export said values everywhere else? Why not be a Sister for all and help others unite? Why not unity and oneness within Sisterhood? Inside the Sisterland, though it shouldn't ONLY be an Ampendiluian outlook - this outlook should be everywhere. Accepting others and not judging, should be the norm!

Not putting down sisters, not casting out or persecuting the unknown because you do not understand them - but to love one another and to Spark Joy! The Alisandrist outlook was the best one, because it'd shone with positivity. It held a positivist atmosphere to itself, that all is possible and that art and creativity are the ways forward. That the human being has immense, unbridled potential in their fingertips, and that creating something - making great art - is releasing that energy unto the world. Making something that can last for generations, that can make "strangers" happy, even.

To cause Joy - not to make others run away in fear.

To unite - not to be ignorant.

To love - not to scream.

To be at internal peace - not anguishing or anxious over anything, and just - living.

Living and Being, with no worries whatsoever.

Where others exile and deride - Ampendilu had adopted and cared for. And that was something that shouldn't only be Farnsite, but an idea spread all over the place. An idea to radiate positivity instead of needless anxieties and stressors. To know you have a friend, a compatriot, a Sister - that is a powerful sensation.

Because really, no one should stand by themselves. No one should be lonely and sad. Everyone has something to lean on and a helping hand - not this greed and selfishness.

Not this pain and anxiety all over the place - but atleast a retreat from distress and duress. A territory free of all Problem.

Adelia started to smile. But she knew it couldn't be in one region alone. It had to be all over. Everyone had to be joyful and happy - everyone had to sing and dance and shout; so Happiness is not a trait reserved for one type of person or people - but it is a thing for all. Smiling is for everyone, and as long as everyone has muscles in their face - they can smile! So why not smile?

When you smile, it's said that the whole world smiles back upon you!

Dystwierny

The Dystwierny Council of Queens
Kindling for Dystria - foundingpost

The stars, usually obscured by the dense foliage that makes up the crowns of the various jungle trees, glittered high up above on the moonless night, their light weak, mere decoration at best. Hardly sufficient for anything but perhaps poetry. The absence of their light, however, was easily made up for by the still glowing embers left behind by the fires which oh so recently enveloped multiple districts in the city that Veria, now Queen, was walking through.

A great city, no doubt. Cobbled streets lined with stone buildings, carved for artistry and beauty. Carts of produce would roll down these very streets on any given day, flocks of people, citizens, visitors, mournful sacrifices even, shuffling their feet over these cobbles. And in the centre of the city, of course, the temple. Before there was the city, there was the temple, and nothing could have matched its grandeur. A towering monolithic construction of stone at the centre of the city, with enough steps leading up to the top to make Veria’s legs ache preemptively just upon laying eyes on the neatly chiselled, bloody steps.

Thankfully, she had no intention of doing so, as there was nothing of value at the top. Not yet, anyway.

What was more important was at the bottom of the stairs, sitting on the last couple steps. A woman Veria did not know well yet trusted implicitly, sitting besides a corpse while fussing over a Bee which was resting on one of her hands. Dyst’Xavia, or whatever it was she settled on her name to be.

“Your Majesty.”

Dyst’Xavia smiled at the greeting and stretched, lowering her hand to the nearby corpse to let the green insect she was just fussing over hop off onto the cadaver, before rising from the steps to nod at Veria.

“Your Majesty.” She parroted back at Veria.

The two newly minted Queens shared a smile which soon devolved into a giggle before they both took off down a cobbled street together, inspecting their new domain.

Veria inclined her head as they walked, looking over what appeared to be the remains of a leatherworks as the two of them passed it by.

“Is your name final, then?”

Dyst’Xavia smiled wider. “It is, for the foreseeable future anyway. The city is to be Dystria, if you hold no objection. The other three agreed.”

“It is fine with me. I never was one for names. Does it have some meaning?”

“Not yet.”

“Hm.”

“Sounds better than Dinas’Golau ever did, though.”

“Hm.”

The two continued their stroll down the streets of the city, now Dystria, in silence after that. Veria surveying the destruction around them as they walk. Eventually, Dyst’Xavia would speak up once more.

“Does it interest you? What once was, I mean.”

“It is a concern of rebuilding. What’s broken will need to be replaced. Some of it, I don’t think we know how to replace, even.”

Dyst’Xavia thought over that for a moment. “You’re thinking too far ahead, Veria. Our peoples have plenty of room to move in, plenty of opportunity to take up new crafts, and grow.” She chuckles. “Barbed-Stinger won’t let you hear the end of it if she finds out you’re more focused on pondering whether the Gol’Wierny were ‘that much’ more advanced than you are with finishing off their remnants.”

Veria rolls her eyes. “Oh sweet Abyss, spare me. I’ve got nothing but respect for Barbed-Stinger, truly, she’s a sister-in-station just like the others. But if I have to hear one more of her lectures about warfare...”

“Gods and spirits and monsters and magics and such may exist...” Dyst’Xavia grins as she quotes her fellow Queen.

And Veria finishes the quote the heard countless times by now, huffing playfully. “...but hard stone and cold metal is the mistress of all men.”

The two of them share a look, grinning, the warm glow of the dying embers of the captured city reflecting in their eyes as they carry on their journey through its streets on the dark and moonless night.

Vyzantion and AmPeRsLaNdIa

An leatra

An Leatra
The Founding Post

Once upon a time, a great walrus scoured the oceans of the land in search of bronze and seaweed. A curious mind might wonder what a walrus might want with gold and seaweed, but curious minds are frowned upon in the glorious utopia of An Leatra, and quickly deemed heretical. This great walrus, known to be a greedy and insatiable creature, gobbled here and gobbled there until there was nary a'gobbling to be done.

This walrus had grown to a truly preposterous size, although quite how large was subject to heated debate amongst the inhabitants, and had begun to slow, burping and groaning with the familiar signs of indigestion. Clearly, something had to be done. And so, passing a nearby island, incomparable to the majesty and tumorous growth of our walrus, the creature vomited. Such a mix of precious metal and indigested seaweed twined together to create An Leatra, an oasis of barren soil and backward inhabitants that we know, and love, today. Or so the story goes.

An Leatra, a thriving metropolis of no more than a dozen igloos and driftwood cabins inhabits the western edge of the island. Other peoples inhabit the land, centuries of inbreeding bringing them closer than they would prefer. Peace thrives only when food abounds, quickly dismissed at the first sign of diminishing food stores. Poverty rules here, though they themselves do not know it. A small, mean people, uninterested in the outside world. There exists no singular ruler, only petty tribesmen and malignant religions.

The screaming has begun. The people of An Leatra have gathered to greet the dawn, in hopes of a bountiful fishing and driftwood. They line the edge of their hamlet and curse the walrus that had left them there, brandishing bone knives and clubs of knobbed stone. Heavily clad in furs and sealskin, such a sight might make a civilised man re-evaluate his plans of colonisation and stick to simple genocide.

The creatures of An Leatra, if one might call them that, pride themselves on their own un-ending hatred of their own existence. An interesting religion, based purely around finding and killing the walrus that had left them there in the first place. The logistics have yet to be worked out of course, but the tribe is quietly hopeful nonetheless.

A large man stands at the front of the group, vigorously shouting and waving his stick. A politician, of course, and the 'leader' of the An Leatra tribe. After quickly checking to make sure his passion had been noted, he began moving his people off the shoreline and back to work. There was ice-fishing to be done, and the Chief was getting hungry. A quick beating, and his breakfast should appear in front of him in no time at all.

An ill-wind blows through An Leatra tonight. A disgusting hint of progress and expansion, with a smattering of storytelling and uncivilised behaviour. Threading its way through the very essence of the village, one can only hope that the uncounted years of inbreeding and defective genes haven't entirely broken the spirit of the people.

We shall see.

Dystwierny

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
But to try to figure-out our unique-situation V: False promises
(7015 FP) - devpost

Astenniah sighed.

She was happy she was still in Sorelia - though with the nonsense, she was still a bit afraid. It didn't matter whether or not really where Astenniah was - she'd still have some sort of sadness or bitter feeling in her chest. Even if she'd moved on and became more of herself again - she just...

She still had feelings she couldn't explain.

And now, some of it was just straight-out Anger.

Mad...

Just perturbed...

but she clung. She did like her ancestors and even her currentday people, and clung. She'd held-onto her people and her culture. She'd held-onto the fact she was Marshal of the Unitedstates. The Hannuenic can bolster and brag and threaten all they'd want, but they'll never really have a damn thing on her. They always threaten "annihilation," but when will said "annihilation" come?

Not like it'd ever mattered anyways....

One cannot scream bloody murder, without even realizing that the Ampersillian can inflict way worse upon themselves than what the Hannuenic-heathen had tried. And this was a statement every Farnsite had knew. They were harsher on themselves more so than anyone else. And not just in the realm of Art and Culture.

Astenniah hated to be stuck in her head, but she was at a moment wherein her brain forced itself to walk down memory lane and recall her people, countless times executing monarchists and theocrats. Putting to death suspected monarchists and many other enemies of Farnsie. And even moreso in Ampendilu than in other incarnations.

But the Snowlandics were always a bloodthirsty people. They fiended for the pleasure of fighting.

Though, all that time back in 7014, Astie and her people had heeded the words of Queen Roisynne. Speaking of Roisynne - she made a mistake. Her people, turning their tempsperga on the wrong power - they should instead turn the barrels onwards Hannuen and blast them!

Blast them for every inconvenience and every short, snippy note!

Blast them for slurring the Sisterland and laughing at her!

Blast them all! And take no quarter....

Astenniah hated the idea of her own people being forced to fight the Dervish. But, it wasn't really the Unitedstates "forced" to do a damn thing. It was, that they were proactive - and not only that, but the Dervish had done just like the Uinnslandish and Asperati of yesteryear and cursed themselves into conflict with Farnsie. The Dervish also, were given mercies - and recent mercy. Mercy from the Combine - not that of her ancestor Amperslandia.

But they cannot be given mercies over and over. Ampendilu is not her ancestor nor will she continue to be as kind as the Amperslandish were to everyone else. And the thing about the Dubcoin is, Snowlandia was fresh-out of mercy to give them. There cannot be any quarter for the Dubcoiner as they have erred too many times. They are scum that should've never been spawned into this universe. And it was said many times, that.

The Dubcoiner doesn't understand how much Ampendilu hates them. And that, there was no previous "hate" from Amperslandia or any other ancestor. But, like they say: "Once bitten, twice shy," and Ampendilu is at the point where she is Shy.

There can be no "reset policy," concerning the Dubcoin. And, because, for one reason or another - but including the annoying detail that the Dubcoiner would treat the Ampendiluian the same manner as their ancestor the Amperslandish. Ampendilu, even by herself, had tried being nice. But she, as said, is no Amperslandia - she cannot continue "being nice" to scum who do not understand what the f*ck politeness looks like.

The Unitedstates was already fighting the Sisterwar. Or, the Quasi-Sisterwar. It's just, the war now became a shootingwar. But, Hannuen declared it - atleast the shooting part. Maybe Ampendilu, other times, had acted proactively against the Orientalist - maybe too, their ancestor - but...

the detail didn't completely matter how it'd started or who started it.

The detail was, that Ampendilu already was fighting it before any Hannuenic broke silence.

The detail was that Ampendilu said alot to calm everything down, yet no f*cking person had the gumption to listen to Selexica...

"Hannuen in all their falseness, holds their pitifulexcuse-for-a-hand out and begs 'surrender' - it is a false surrender to a false people. Falsity upon falsity! Just like how they'd treated our ancestors around 7012 or so, we shall do upon them! How can someone commingle with rats and monsters such as the Dubcoiner? They hadn't seen us as equals therefore, we are needing to enact the same logic upon them. They always try to 'enslave' folk! And they know good-and-well, that no Farnsite would EVER agree to being a mere 'dominion' or any subservient position of theirs! It is best to die on ones' feet than to live on ones' knees! We say these things all the time - haven't the f*cking Hannuenic the memory to remember this?

To remember what Farnsie says, time and time again?

And that we are a horde? That we do not backslide on our morals? That we even HAVE morals? Because, already, all of Ampendilu and thensome - I am sure everyone knows tenfold the Hannuenic has no morals. They have proven themselves to be a frostspawn. They did this to themselves.

There is no 'coexisting' with monsters such as Hannuen; it is best to wipe them all out."

Astenniah idly commented, not even noticing that one of her friends was still in the room with her all that time.

All throughout this time, Astie had made so many Sorelian friends. And so many people who'd seemed, like they'd shared her sentiments. Her grief. Her outlook.

And that, Astenniah didn't want to be sour about the situations - but she cannot help the Hannuenics' heartcondition, the fact they lack a "heart" and a soul in the firstplace. The Hannuenic that, disrespected the silence that was sacred to Ampendilu all this time.

The hannuenic-warmonger broke the silence and, acted hypocritical. All those many times they'd slung insult at Ampendiluian - and they cannot just shut the f*ck up and respect that there is to be NO MORE F*CKING BACK-AND-FORTH between the Unitedstates and the Dubcoin?

Astenniah doesn't want to talk to them anymore!

And the Dervish - they are apt. Everyone knows, that they are essentially making ancient mistakes that peoples had made previously. Picking the wrong people to "support," people who were not people, but rather - monsters. And the Dervish would, someday see what the f*ck the Combine had been talking about.

The Combine was betrayed by those sad wastes-of-space, but the time too will come when everyone else realizes good-and-well one cannot do business with eastern-rascals. It is best to cut your ears off than to hear them babble on in that lame-excuse-of-a-language!

"So yeah, you f*cking dour f*cking walking pile-of-virmt! You slag! Why not 'annihilate' us rightnow! And especially me?!? You f*cking idiotic-dubcoiners are always out here making false promises! You had times all before to 'annihilate' Farnsie and yet, YOU'D FAILED! SO F*CK RIGHT OFF WITH THAT C*NT SH*T, WILL YA?!?!?!?" Astenniah had yelled at the tops of her lungs, her frustrage showing itself.

"All talk; no shock," Elias had added onto Astenniahs' sentiment.

"Rightfully so..." Astenniah cried tears of fury at the orient and their stupid harebrained decisions.

"The cat is out of the f*cking bag, now, Hannuenic-filth! We already know - and you too... you all f*cking know about Ampendilu, and that she is very much not like what'd came before her. Or any other thing in the world. 'Amp, always, was unique." Elias pointed out, as if she were to address the stealth-dubcoiner hiding somewheres in the room.

But ofcourse, it was a figment - there obviously was no dubcoiner in the room. But the girl had talked to the theoretical-spy anyways...

Both Elias and Astie had known already that with the fake-dubcoin, it was hard to make progress. But like in 7014 and prior, the Unitedstates will continue anyways. Hannuen is just....

Really?

A "Dominion?"

They had to be doing drugs to think that the gargesiite of Ampendilu, the vast horde she is, will lower herself to a mere "dominion?"

That is bad comedy!

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚-𝙤𝙛-𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩-𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙙𝙪𝙗𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 "𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣?" 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚!

Uinnrenn

The United Realm of Atlavania

Unitedstates of Amperslandia
But to try to figure-out our unique-situation VI: Lies!
(7015 FP) - devpost

"Lies... and you all f*cking know it!" Astenniah had unsheathed Ragnallssword and sweeped the air with it in a flurry of rage.

"There is no 'seeing eye to eye' with scum! There is only Chaos! There is only Justice! And Justice decrees your deaths! Justice never goes back unto her word...." Astenniah followed it up with, still spinning her gifted blade, still enraged.

And enraged moreso that the fools kept trying dialogue with the Unitedstates.

They had "declared" on her. They'd started the shootingwar-part of the Sisterwar or the Quasi-Sisterwar; the least they could do, is fight it instead of doing all this dishonorable-babbling! And hordes do not talk - they KILL!

So, the Hannuenic had started the shootingwar, they had done all this evil - they will die! The Ampendiluian Sister will fight the good fight, even if she is in an odd situation! This is not her envisioned revenge, but rather the warmongering of hannuenics!

No matter...

they shall continue to fight.

And the foolish-wishy-washy-derv knows the Farnsite is a people of bloodshed and war. Same to the Hakadi. They all know Farnsie is bellicose and she doesn't go back on her words.

Too much talk has happened - not enough ultraviolence.

Not enough people being killed and sent into Oblivion.

So why talk any further to scum who already know Selexicas' positions on things? The motherf*cking dialogue is going NOWHERE!

Send your archers on horseback out, and fight like real people! Do not be a spineless-hag of a nation! A fake country with even faker moral-values that cannot stand-up to the flames!

Allison wills it!

Dunna wills it!

Their will, be done...

The derv is accomplice to the crimes of hannuen. And say as they want about "harboring no ill-will" upon Snowlandics; they are literally fighting side by side with a slavocratic regime. With a bunch of fake countries and anti-Amperslandish conspirators!

They all should die!

They slept in the same sleepingbag - therefore said sleepingbag should be tied-up and burnt with them still slumbering in it!

Hold them up to the all-feminine flames of the Flame Princess and execute them!

"A 'superiorforce' how? The hannuenics are weaklings and feminized! They are not human! Any human is strong when compared to monsters such as they!" Elias responded, angered at what Raghnall had the gumption to scrawl on paper and try sending, in the midst of Wartime.

"Our Ancestors had fought them before and then, they still weren't 'superior.' They all were spineless-hags and traitors that should perish! And their youth are perishing now in the shootingwar! They DECLARED on us, but want to talk now? It's over! The time for speech is not!"

Astenniah spun her blade in her hands and played around, back and forth as if she was about to strike her enemy then and there.

"The hannuenic-scum think they can control us! They think WRONG!" Elias smashed her hand on a nearby table, sharing the same sentiments as her friend Astenniah the marshal.

"And the dervs know Farnsie never will bend or break to the whims of the so-called 'league,' the Evil Empire and their tyrannies... they know it! And do as the hannuenic want - they will see themselves DEAD! They cannot hold THIS ground!" Astenniah swelled in righteous indignation at the ideas presented by the foolish-derv and the spineless-hannuenic-scum.

Uinnrenn

The United Realm of Atlavania

Development post LXXX - The Reign of the Just Queen II – The Fire
Puffing and sweating Jorgen was turning around in his bed. In the setting sun, the birds whistled their evening song. And although the sun’s full force was gone for the day, the thick blanket of heat lay heavy on the air. It was all these things and the usual worries that kept Jorgen from his sleep. After some rolling and turning in his bed, he finally found a comfortable position and his eyelids started to close. But the night’s sleep didn’t seem to have been granted to him as suddenly the sound of a horn was heard. Startled Jorgen sat upright in his bed, listening precisely to the tones the horn blew. There were three major horn signals in the city one for fire(eldi), one for war(strið) and one for flood(halfóð). These signals always existed out of three blows, with the fire signal first a long blow, followed by two short, the war signal consisting of two long and one short and the flood signal consisting of three long blows. Still a little sleep drunk, it took Jorgen some time to distinguish the blows, but finally, it set upon him, fire it was. He then rushed to the window to look for the smoke. There, a few blocks further the summer evening sky was darkened by thick black clouds. Quickly he put on some clothes and woke his wife and children. Then he rushed to the scene of the disaster, as Urbynus(member of the Koncil Urbys, city council) it was important he saw what happened.
When he arrived the kvarterhøfð(neighbourhood chief) was already present. The building, clearly a bakery stood ablaze, so much that the flames already touched the neighbouring houses.
“Shouldn’t we tear down the adjacent houses to prevent the spreading of the fire?” Jorgen asked the kvarterhøfð.
“No, no, I think it’ll be fine.” He looked around, “See people are already gathering around to extinguish the fire.”
Jorgen looked around, indeed people gathered and started handing buckets of water over, to throw at the fire and the houses around. But still, he doubted whether this was going to be enough, the fire was quite large now. He asked the kvarterhøfð again, but the old man knew better he said, he had done this a million times.
For a while, Jorgen helped extinguish the fire but after an hour they didn’t seem to make progress. Then suddenly a breeze arose and the flames were blown to the other houses. Now it went quickly, multiple houses caught on fire also from the sparks that were blown around. The bone-dry wood and roofs burned as coals. Within minutes a large part of the street stood ablaze. Now Jorgen came into action and took control. Although this was not his jurisdiction he demanded the women to go home and evacuate their families. All houses in this neighbourhood had to be empty within an hour. Then he took the men with him and got hooks and hammers. At the end of the street, they started making a firebreak. First, he oversaw the pulling down of houses on the west side of the street, then he went to the east side to do the same. However, to his amazement, the kvaterhøfð had stopped his men. The houses were hired and the owners were not present to give their permission. And thus the fire spread and Jorgen’s effort seemed worthless.

Edited

Development post LXXXI - The Reign of the Just Queen III – The Blaze
For the next few days, the fire raged on. The strong wind coming from the sea blew the fires in ravaging tornados through the streets. The authorities tried to stop the fire but most people gave priority to evacuating their family. En mass, the people fled the scene of the disaster. The streets got cramped by the huge amount of people pushing their way out, pulling their possessions with them on carts and animals. When they got out of their neighbourhood, they had to search for a new shelter. Taverns and inns were quickly filled and many people had to find a place outside the city walls.
Meanwhile, the other kvaterhøfðr panicked, not knowing what to do. Jorgen advised them to tear down buildings to create firebreaks. But the efforts were too unorganised to succeed and often the men had to flee for the fire was too close. The fire spread so quickly that sometimes they hardly started creating a firebreak when the fire was already catching up.
The fire that had started in the Havnlavbyr now threatened the Forstadt(suburb) and the Gamall Stadt(Old city) too. The day after the start of the fire, Jorgen went to the Koncil Urbys. Confusion and neglect were dominant there. Most of the rich people didn’t care much as long as the fire didn’t threaten their houses. And the remaining members of the council didn’t know what was going on exactly or what to do.
Becoming desperate after this meeting, Jorgen decided to try his luck with the Queen. She was hesitant to interfere in the local authority but he was able to convince her to at least have a look and be with the displaced people. And thus she went, by foot, as she insisted on. When the Queen saw the unorganised efforts to stop the fire, she was very disappointed. After talking to her husband she decided to take over command. Firstly, she decided that the Gamall Skurður(Old Moat) surrounding the Gamall Stadt should be flooded. This would provide water to extinguish the fire and protect the Gamall Stadt from the fire. Then she ordered the captains of the Læknaði(City Watch) to take command of groups that would create firebreaks. Gunpowder should be provided to the groups to create the firebreaks quicker and more efficiently. Lastly, the remaining garrison of soldiers was dedicated to maintaining law and order and helping the evacuees.
The next two days the fire and wind went on, creating firestorms. Large parts of the north of the city were destroyed. Only on the third day after the start of the fire, the wind died down. Now the remaining places on fire burned out and only the smoke remained. From a tower on the old wall around the Havnlavbyr Jorgen observed the burned city. Then in a melancholic mood, his poetic qualities started working:
This summer in Vickurby
The sun stood high and forceful
At night was hoped a breeze from sea
Instead of coolness, fire did it pull

This summer in the capital
Blazes raged like never
In the end, arose a smoke panicle
The city stamped forever

An leatra

Development Post: An Píosa Teidil (1). Gov

The Glacier Plain, 3 miles off the An Leatrach Coast

Figures skulked through the darkness, shared breaths misting the air above their shivering forms. Half-patched and forever creaking sleds inched along behind them, attached at the waist with sinew and fibre. A hunting party, making their way forth to a favoured resting place for seal and penguin.

Séadna, ring-giver and bone-taker of the An Leatra, squints through the ever-present gloom of a perpetual twilight. Winter falls and the night strengthens its hold on the barren landscape of the islands, blessing the inhabitants with a single hour or two of cursed light, the brief glance of summer days ahead.

Artic winds scoured the glacier, clearing the land of all but that line of trudging men. Their pace would not slow for several hours still, in search of the life-giving food and heat that the animals would provide. The village lived through such expeditions. Seal-skins, blubber and meat, animal oils to light their hovels and bones to shape their tools. Without such a haul, the village would quickly wither and die. Even so, it exists on the edge of all disaster, a poor season of fishing and hunting ending the lives of the sickly and venerable alike.

Séadna, a fine hunter by all accounts, led many a hunting party to gorging success, learning the ways of the migratory animals which fed them. In such a bleak and depressing place, it was naught but life-giving food and heat which lent a man respect, and a bitter-swung club to back his word when needed.

The winds converge, divils screeching in to surround the men in mists of swirling snow and biting cold. The men will continue, of course, all hearts raised in hopes of a hearty meal and slaughter. Their sleds and their stomachs full to bursting, a brief respite from a harrowing journey. A successful hunt and a quick return to the shelter of An Leatra. All would happen as ordained.

Not all hunts succeed, nor do all men return. All life here struggles for survival, a desperate scramble against nature and man.

The mind of Séadna is cluttered, the tribe, the hunt, the fear, the hunger. All troubles stem from the village. The Chief, as bloated as the Walrus that had birthed them, stealing food from the mouths of the hungry. A fine man, undoubtedly, in his youth, this was known. That had been then, however, and the Chief had not bestirred himself with the ceaseless plight of An Leatra for several years.

This hunt first, and Séadna would strike. A fishing accident, and slip and a silent gasp and the Chief would go. Down to the depths, to feed the smiling fish and starving shark. The whole tribe would have to be taken in hand. A communal purpose instilled. No more the constant pilfering, of stores, of tools, of wives. The shelters shored up, new igloos built to house the worthy. Himself of course, he would take the Chief's. That was only natural. The people needed to know his position.

There would be trouble. Supporters, the ragged creeps and pompous elders, their sickening loyalty and sycophantic grovelling making him retch with disgust. They would go, sent to the endless depths of a frigid hell.

Séadna would rule. Ring-giver and ring-taker, head of all the Leatrach tribe. New rules laid down, an unending series of reform and restitution. Séadna would rule, his the right to feed and to share, to keep and to kill. It was ordained of course, a glint in the eye of the Gluttonous Walrus, laid down by His bilious gut and bloated tail.

Narqaliu

The Other Sea Lord
Expansion Post

To the north, bristling along the coast of the great inner rainforests, sailed the fleet of Sea Lord Kadir al-Nazar. The Sea Lord of the North was, by all accounts, the most sane and reasonable of the three Narqali admirals. The Nazar family had been a dynasty of noble scholars, who had spent their fortunes exploring the world, and Sea Lord Kadir was no different.

There was a great thundering roar from the south, as gray storm clouds spoke their rage. The seasonal rains were unleashing themselves upon the Zuhari, and it seemed that the rainforest would be next.

Kadir stared out at the horizon, glimpsing the brief flashes of lightning in the distance. It seemed that their expedition would need to be paused for the moment, otherwise their ships could end up thrashed against the hostile jungle shores. And so, the fleet ventured with haste, continuing northward. The Kings of the Zuhari had established a number of small towns and outposts along the fortress with the assistance of Narqaliu’s Northern Fleet.

After another few hours of tracing the coasts, Kadir looked southward again, and saw the storm looming ever closer. A wall of great darkness blocked out the horizon. The winds had grown harsher as well, and the waves were beginning to shift in unpleasant directions.

The fleet pressed forward, battling the growing gales and cutting through the frothing waters. It was the sight of lit fires that finally signaled their arrival at the outpost. They had arced around the great craggy peninsula, and finally arrived at their safe haven: the island of Zarqan.

The sailors quickly disembarked and tied down their ships to weather the storm. Based on the severity of the tempest, the Northern Fleet would likely lose a handful of ships before the next morning.

The outpost’s manager — who had been sent by one of the Zuhari’s Kings — was a man by the name of Abu Baht. Despite his age, the man was notably resistant to the tropical diseases of the jungles, and had held good health for many years. He greeted Kadir with his typical reverence.

“Great Sea Lord, it is great to see you again on this day.” He said, “There’s some news that my lord has sent me, he has a request for you.”
“I would fulfill any favor to return the hospitality of your lords, though with the current weather it may take some time to handle.”

The old man nodded, “Of course, of course! All the resources in Zarqan will be used to ensure that your fleet can continue on its journey. The favor is simple, we simply wish for your fleet to assist in suppressing one of the Northern outposts — you remember Majura, don’t you?”

“Indeed,” Kadir affirmed, recalling that little outpost that held warden over the northern strait. “Has the fort there grown belligerent?”

“Unfortunately so,” Abu Bahr replied, “It seems that the slaves we stationed as soldiers have revolted, and that the entire venture is falling apart. I’m sure that you and your fleet are far more suited to handle the issue than any of the Zuhari fleets.”

“Very well, I’ll do this as a favor to your Kings.”

The storm outside continued to rage, and the two continued to converse through the long night.

Narqaliu

Narusulan Nights - VII: Things Fall Down
Expansion Post

A storm was brewing above Narusula. The old navigator of the Acrab felt it in his bones. The ship’s sailors retreated below deck when the strands of Sarun’s graying beard began to hover ominous in the air. From the sounds below deck, it seemed that the crew had found a stray keg of liquor and promptly forgot about the dreadful weather.

Sarun remained above deck, a letter clutched in his hand. The successful escape of Nassar al-Naderi meant that there was little to lose. He perked up at the sight of two figures stalking up the Acrab’s gangplank and quickly rushed to meet them.

There was the familiar face of that envoy who had already faced him and the cutting glare of that High Councilor — Saffiyah al-Nabila. The wind grew sharper, blistering their clothes under the gale.

“Sea Lord — Are you finally ready to unseal your lips?” the High Councilor muttered. An unpleasant expression was seared upon her face.

He nodded simply, handing over the letter. The storm was already circling — there was little reason to waste more time above deck. Saffiyah’s gaze lingered on the folded paper, inspecting every crease and minute mark.

“If this isn’t what we’ve been waiting for, then…” She paused, “I’m sure you understand the consequences.”

Saffiyah turned swiftly, strutting off the Acrab without another word. Rahe was quick to follow.

***

Upon arrival back to the Narqali quarters, Saffiyah quickly tore the letter open. Her eyes darted across the page.

“The Thaliyyans won’t be arriving.”

“...Ever?” Rahe queried.

The High Councilor nodded in response, quickly grabbing parchment and a brush. With great haste she began to pen another letter.

‘To the General of Narqaliu, Numa al-Elamin—’

***

Numa had been stationed along the southern end of Dasra’s former territories, having spent the past years quelling the Dasran rebels who had dug themselves in across the foothills. He had been longing for Mihr. Despite requests for his Lieutenant General to return, that stubborn Harun had refused all requests. It seemed that his dismissal from Dasra had left an impression.

He sighed, exhausted by the seemingly endless campaign. The general had always preferred dealing with decisive battles over these drawn out revolts.

The sudden arrival of the High Councilor’s letter suddenly drew him out of his daze.

It seemed the Narusulan conference would never be reality, for the Narqali would march instead. Rather than striking upon Narusula itself, they would seize mighty Thaliyyah. Perhaps Numa would seize yet another gem of the Azure Coast.

The flags were raised, and the army began to march south toward the Saghir River.

The Narusulans remained oblivious, continually rebuffed by the Thaliyyans and their refusal to call for aid. The Thaliyyans themselves were struck by the horseback riders, their armies sent to handle some impossible campaign far from home. It was apparent that the formidable city of Thaliyyah was no longer capable of resistance. Without the military strength of the Thaliyyans to back them up, the Narusulans were effectively helpless in their peninsular city.

And so, back in Narusula, the Southern Fleet quietly left the harbor with the Narqali envoys onboard.

Harijja

The Price Of Mercy IV
Development Post
The whole morning had been an endless barrage of ringing bells and clattering swords. The young warrior had burst into his tent just an hour before, it was barely daybreak, yelling “Raja! Someone released the captive!”.

Ilhemma had thanked him calmly, maybe too calmly in fact, he did not want to let on too much too early. He had called for the men to assemble outside of his tent, and in the meanwhile began to fasten the buckles of his armor, every notch and harness perfect, every buckle and scabbard expertly shined. Hearing the excited chatter die down from outside the tent, Ilhemma drew in a deep breath, clutching firmly the rugged, cracked leather of his sheath, these next moments would mean everything. He took a step forward and swept away the drapes of the tent, striding out into the hot, dry wind of the morning desert, he was at the mercy of the spirits now.

The remaining chatter all ceased as he strode out to face the assemblage of warriors. They stood without form in a great semicircle around the mouth of the tent, even more were crammed along the cliff-edges of the plateaus in the camp, he saw how tense his lieutenants appeared, he saw how their faces went pale when they set their eyes on him.

One of them, Ilbak, a stern old man of the Harijja, fell to his feet in front of him, the colorful laces of his shawl sinking into the sand as his head bent low to the earth, “Ilhemma, I ask for no forgiveness, I have failed you as your blood and your sword. The bastard had escaped in the night- he had help, I beg of you only to let me root out this traitor amongst us, save myself what honor I have left.”

Ilhemma knelt down, clasping his hands around Ilbak’s, “arise my brother”, he whispered to him, pulling him gently up to his feet as the war-weary face looked up at him with surprise.

A mutter ran through the camp. “Ilbak.” Ilhemma called out, his voice reverberating across the valley's red, sandy walls, “You have served us honorably always, let me quell the aching of your virtuous heart, for it is not you who have wronged me, but I who have left you, wrongly, in the dark.”

Ilhemma’s eyes scoured the faces of his men, there was hope here, some whispered to each-other excitedly, only a few seemed confused, his talk with the guardsmen had worked, they anticipated what he was to say.

Ilhemma raised his voice even higher, “There is no traitor among us.”. It was like all went still, the whole body of men locking their attention onto him.

“My brothers…”, Ilhemma continued, “You have all borne witness to the triumphant spirits. It was with their favor that we overcame the desert, routed the Badjhouds. We take up the sword in their name, for it is to them that we have been sworn. And while they grant us the strength of the heavens themselves, they have made it known that they demand submission of us, submission not to the laws of man, of clan, of blood, but to the laws of the lifegivers themselves.”

Ilhemma gave a brief pause, his left hand gripping the sheathe tightly, “It was I who freed the boy from his cage.”

The Long Road to the End XX
Development Effort – SOC

The Great Mistake: An Analysis of Uinnrenn’s History,
Introduction

“The Great Mistake” is a euphemistic term first coined by Denbecan Derdrius, one of the Triumvirs of the Derdric government-in-exile and one of its representatives in the Diet of the League of Uinnrenn. This term was used by him to, in a jingoistic display, describe the multitude of League policies and League-based apprehension and failures which led to the 144 CE Treaty of Solnezov. His display, known politely as his “Address to the Diet” and known honestly as the most crippling sequence of words in the League’s history, wherein he used this phrase to refer to the decades preceding the Second League–Order War to bring the League’s extant members to declare war upon the Voltanese, Viftaelians, and Biscayyans, in defense of the Kingdom of Borceric.

It is the opinion of this writer that this term is best used not only to refer to these policies, but the entire sequence of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn’s history leading from the formation of the League of Uinnrenn through even to the present day.

Part One

The League of Uinnrenn was founded in 56 CE through two steps: First, an appeal as made by a mere commoner by the name of Uinnbronn Cledbhiad (now known both as the founder of the Cledbhiad family and as the man who spearheaded the League) to the pedsagiad of the Baron of Uinncair, Arenn map Heceni; and second, an appeal by that pedsagiad to the pedsagiad of the Baron of Etholdd. Through this alliance, forged with knowledge of the League of the Eastern Seas (League of Ilartsa Arina; Bakar; and Harlum), the first members of the League of Uinnrenn would come together.

The League rapidly ballooned in size relative to its area through the incorporation of more members to its gentleman’s agreement—Cairuen and Borceric, then Dauan, Sehten, and Hannuen—and through the increase of their own respective territories. The members of the primordial League of Uinnrenn had, through such honor, not even taken on a written charter, all while engaging in minor civil conflict (the conflict between Borceric and the Reach state), in conflicts of interest (the Borcericans’ entry into the Revelationist “Dragon Alliance” while being a member of the League of Uinnrenn, without the other members being member to the “Dragon Alliance”), and a lack of inner intrigue with the Polareans in assistance. They brought the pieces of Wenceslau together under one Theocracy of Wensburgh, and after the passing of the Republic of Ouruum Polarii in 81 CE, took upon themselves the guardianship of their northern islands (Aelium Major, Minor, and Orientalis, the lattermost later known as Aryksey; Salidus Major and Minor; and the northernmost island of Cerendia Nova).

It is important to note that this is, in many respects, tempered by mythological nostalgia. The machinations of mankind implore any man in a position of power to exercise such power, and for any man in a position to exercise that power for his own gain; thus, the concept of a “gentleman’s agreement,” while probable in a scant sense, has its most likely truthful conclusion in a long-lost treaty between Uinncair and Etholdd. Indeed, the most tangible part of the early history of the primordial League is that the multitude of fiefdoms that had carved themselves from the ruins of the first Kingdom of Wenceslau had been brought together into one state lead by their religious leader, the High Eldest of Wensburgh. The second most tangible, that being the pressing of the League’s superiority over the myriad of hatsugenates left remaining after the Polareans’ collapse, is made less probable in its antiquity by the sheer fact of the Polareans’ unwavering resolve and malice towards those whom they have declared “uncivilized”, of which the Uinnlant have been called multiple times over.

The primordial League of Uinnrenn continued in its bliss and ignorance, supposedly lacking a single document to define it, until 106 CE, when Occo Ónnismarci, the pedsagiad of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn—which had been formed by an exact breach of that gentleman’s agreement through what has come to be known as the Uinnlantish Unification, whereby Uinncair subjugated the rest of Uinnrenn (that is, the Uinnlantish Reach territories) under its banner and proclaimed itself the Kingdom of Uinnrenn, in a direct nod to the mythological kingdom of the same name—brought together the leaders of the League of Uinnrenn and, with the creation of this seven article (of which only five are of substance) Charter of the League of Uinnrenn, solidified one of the worst mistakes the members of the League had ever made.

The choicest among them being the creation of a deliberative assembly, the Diet of the League of Uinnrenn, which laid the foundation for republican thought to seep its way into the Kingdom of Uinnrenn (to be expounded upon in the second part of this treatise); Article IV, which in Section 1 dictates martial responsibilities, in Section 2 dictates commercial responsibilities, and in Section 3 dictates how, legislatively, the members of the League of Uinnrenn should consider one another. In particular, Art IV §1.1¹, is the very reason for the concept of the “Great Mistake” and for the League–Order Wars.

Following the formulation of the Charter of the League of Uinnrenn (henceforth called the Charter), in Article VII, the following realms were considered its members: The Kingdom of Uinnrenn; the Kingdom of Borceric; the Theocracy of Wensburgh; the Tydmor of Agnaeratha; the Triumvirate of Derdriu and the Region of Celmubh; and the Kingdom of the Pāmeddei. The second-to-last, that of Derdriu, rose from independence following the collapse of Borceric in 91 CE; and the lattermost, the Pāmeddei, were a Brūseic nation that rose to prominence following that same event. This Charter invalidated the Zricom Alliance² (formed with the intent of limiting the influence of the Kingdom of Arktisk, the successor to the Empire of Bjørnsburg) as it pertained to the League and the Tydmor, and in 121 CE, with the passage of the First Amendment to the Charter, the Kingdom of Hakad was brought into it, raising the members of the League to seven. It brought with it the translation of all League legislation, both before and after, into Kashanite.

One clause of the Charter, Art V §2.3³, knowable simply as the ‘foreign influence clause’ in discourse thereafter, brought the Kingdom of Uinnrenn to a meltdown regarding it. This clause, in short, prohibited any member of the League of Uinnrenn from giving a foreign nation sway within the Diet through that nation. Prior to the Charter’s foundation, in 71 CE, the Barony of Uinncair had procured a treaty with the then-present Gierigtum of Von Kleben to sponsor Uinncairic lawmakers and politicians, with influence over which party they funded. However, given as this sponsorship would give the Viftaelian Von Kleben family say in a Uinnrennic assembly, they were, without warning to the Viftaelians, barred, and the embassy created in Uinncair disbanded as there was no similar honor gained for the Uinnlant in Viftaelia. This formed the first crack in the bedrock of the Shimmering Sea.

The Kingdom of Uinnrenn’s zealotry in expansion found it taking a piece of land just north of Okimos, called Koniut, as well as a small sequence of land upon the southern edge of Kyojin (Nogliano). Through busy treaty-crafting of their own, the Voltanese were issued the right to formerly Polarean lands upon Greater Nogliano through the Articles of Detente; and through the Empire of Biscayye, the overlord of Okimos, had gained the right to Okimosi lands in their entirety, including where the Koniut colony resided. This, prior to the detente that preceded the 144 CE Treaty of Solnezov, formed the second crack in that bedrock.

Finally, with the passage of that aforementioned Treaty, and as per Jacobo Sariñena’s words, “a rectification of the multitude of issues that prevent [the Shimmering Sea] from existing in peaceful harmony,” the League of Uinnrenn launched itself into a flurry. First came the Second Amendment to the Charter, in 153 CE, from a continuation of conventions of the session of 151 CE. This Second Amendment codified dictates on the formation of League-administered territories, protectorates, and of governments in exile; and of the rescindment of the Kingdom of the Pāmeddei’s membership within the League of Uinnrenn; and of a confederal tax, census, and League policy. At the forefront of this Amendment’s passing was Denbecan Derdrius, one of the Triumvirs of Derdriu (then a “government in exile”), whose beliefs could be called “Denbecanism.”

Following this Amendment, the rate of League expansion into Wschódzwar was unprecedented, taking resources from much of the Reach, with now-known secret meetings to discuss the taking of land in the North and even within the Shimmering Sea prior to the Second League–Order War. The overt expansion of the League of Uinnrenn formed the third crack in the bedrock of the Shimmering Sea.

The first Drunneth V (who has been stricken from the history of the Madrunnethi line as extant within the Kingdom of Borceric under Viftaelia), with his ascension to be King of Borceric in 155 CE, had also declared himself Kaiser of Viftaelia. This act of insolence took an elected office and assumed it hereditary, which, following the Viftaelians’ raising of Incaranata Bialanca Alliaume Masime Pretiasus, the daughter of Sanctu Imperius (“Sanctified Imperator”) Anthönius Alliaume D'Biscayye Masime Pretiasus Erusaya, as Her Imperial Highness the Kaiserin of Viftaelia, was questioned significantly by him. Drunneth V said no simpler than such: “Kaiserin Incaranata is unworthy of the throne, and I am able to prove my claim through the retention of the signet ring of the previous Kaiser. I shall acknowledge no other’s reign than mine and shall not attend the false Kaiserin’s coronation.

In response, Emperor Anthönius disparaged the Uinnlantish people, in false belief that the League conferred this title upon the King of Borceric. At once, both the King of Borceric sent a letter disparaging Emperor Anthönius and the Diet of the League sent a letter attempting to perform a form of damage control. The Emperor held the belief that the only recompense possible to “forgive such a transgression” (his words) was to publicly execute King Drunneth V. The League erred in cowardice, citing a necessity to “bring Drunneth V to court,” as per Art V §1.2 and §1.4⁴. This formed the fourth crack in the bedrock.

Within the year 156 CE, at the Winter Court of Leeuwstäg-der-Fee, in the duel between King Drunneth V and Emperor Anthönius, the final crack in the bedrock came to shatter it in its entirety. With the death of Anthönius, his successor, Mamercus, declared nes genera nes upon the Uinnlantish people. Thereafter, the Second League–Order War came to pass, and after the entrance of the League of Uinnrenn in defense of the Kingdom of Borceric, came the Tattering.

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¹ – “The martial responsibilities of a League member shall involve the total willingness to support a fellow League member or members in times of war, civil or abroad, and of rebellion, by way of military or naval assistance of at least twenty-percent the total manpower of the League member called into action. Financial assistance is optional, however.”
² – The Zricom Alliance was signed into practice with the Treaty of Heglax, 79 CE.
³ – “Foreign nations shall have no say in the Diet. Should a League member allow a foreign nation, with which it shares a connection, to interfere with the Diet and interior League policies and politics, if deemed suitable by two-thirds of the Diet, the League member or members in question shall have their League membership revoked. If it is not deemed suitable for it to lose its League membership, the offending League member shall have to pay a fine equaling the price of the damages in addition to barring the foreign nation from tampering with League policies, with a deadline deemed realistic by the Diet. The League member or members in question shall be afforded no third chance if in the event of being given a second chance.”
⁴ – (§1.2) states simply the actions which constitute “high treason” against the League of Uinnrenn; (§1.4) “In the case of a trial of high treason or of bribery, where the perpetrator is a member of the League, a trial before the Diet shall be held with Uinncair's highest judge presiding over it.”

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(The footnotes therein are a part of the formal body of work. They are not footnotes in the sense of the post.)

The Long Road to the End XXI
Development Effort – SOC

The Great Mistake: An Analysis of Uinnrenn’s History,
Part Two

It is in no way hyperbole to say that the Second League–Order War proved the inconsequentiality of the League of Uinnrenn. The fabric that kept it together came to tatter in the face of the loss of half a million lives, most of which were of League troops. This war proved, as well, that the League was a vestige of an earlier point in history where it was confederations, and not simply centralized states, that could dominate their region. From this year 156 CE through to approximately 175 CE, the League of Uinnrenn did not meet together in Uinncair. The Kingdom of Uinnrenn maintained itself, being the only ones to regularly attend the Diets of the League of Uinnrenn as they had been hosted in its capital, while the rest of the League’s members returned to themselves.

Beginning in 175 CE, the then president of the League Diet, Arturia Henndruci, became the pedsagiad of Uinnrenn and took on a similar role to Uinnbronn Cledbhiad, of more than a century prior, in uniting the elements of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn and, later, the members of the League upon the Reach. There came to be a trust in the League once more as its members came to each other’s side. The Wence, who had grown zealous since their recreation in 69 CE, had by the reformation of the League become far more zealous such that they defected from the League. This defection, once more, showed the cracks in the League’s structure, for even through a supposedly equal union, the inequality of the individual members’ powers was still evident.

The re-emergence of the Loghrein family in Aryksey had brought their exodus and later a “Mandate” (a warrant for them to appear in a court held by the League Diet, as expounded in the Second Amendment to the Charter of the League of Uinnrenn), which kept the Wence within the League. As the League, emboldened by their reunion in Uinncair, came to perform as the League had used to, what with staking claim to Polarean islands, and what with bearing their metaphorical stomach to the renewed Empire of the Voltan, as well as pressing their control within Harlum and Mannheim, a neighboring nation, the United Kingdom of Dervockia, was allied. This alliance is the League of the Reach, which as it stands has proven to be as much of a unifying element between two close neighbors, in order to bring them closer, as the Zricom Alliance and the League of Uinnrenn had with the Kashanites.

In 196 CE, the League Diet passed its Third Amendment to the Charter, wherein they peacefully rescinded the membership of Borceric, Derdriu, and Hakad, had given membership to the City in Arina, and did away with minor things from the Second Amendment. This Amendment was passed in spite of the Wence, as there was a two-thirds majority as necessary to pass an Amendment to the Charter (Uinnrenn and Tydmor v. Wence), and through the introduction of the Arinans into the Diet, a cascade of two things came to pass: Firstly, tacit support of the Loghrein family by the Kingdom of Uinnrenn; and the planting of Republican seeds within the Kingdom; and secondly, the secession of the Wence from the League of Uinnrenn.

This secession, driven by theocratic Wence disapproval of the Arinans having a place within the Diet, as they were a single city with an equal say to a nation infinitely larger, brought the Kingdom of Uinnrenn to action. As expounded upon by the 4th Lord Ónnismarc, Occo III Ónnismarci, in 199 CE, in his Adarbriman Occoi, and by Hagard Loghrein, the Teyrn uv Aryksey, in his Efterberetten Hagard Loghreins, the conflict, despite flying in the face of the Charter, specifically Art V §1.2 parts IV and VI¹, was pursued to its end by the Kingdom of Uinnrenn. This proved the earlier point that, even through an equal union, the inherent inequality of its members will shift that equal union to disrepair.

The passage of Asmerial V to an afterlife succeeded by Serafina VI. Her letter to the Uinnlant, brev I til Hvidtren, declared her intentions and beliefs: I) that the Third Amendment to the Charter was illegal due to the minuscule size of Arina making no other choice than bribery likely for their guaranteed independence through the League. She threatened to secede from the League and to declare Uinnlantish spiritual traditions “a vicious plague” and that both them and Aspecters would be annihilated. In response to this, the royal family under King Hudrossig took to the Estate Ónnismarc where they, in conference with the Loghreins, secured an agreement thus: The Wence would renounce any claim upon the Estrealm; would remain a member of the League; and would, upon reinstitution, begin sending upwards of 20,000 golden arians with no interest accrued.

The end result of the Restoration was that aforementioned Restoration. The theocratic government preceding them were dismantled utterly, with the religious militia given incentive to retire and with any chance of priestesses holding positions of power being destroyed. A result of this Restoration, which was not meant to have been left to fester by the royal family, was that of the Arinans’ quartering of their Diet positions. As they have four Quarters among them, all of which pull and push upon one another in a sordid display which through their decentralized form conveyed centralization, their twenty members in the Diet were, as decided in an emergency assembly, to be split into five votes per Quarter, to be voted into office.

This quartering of votes, which belies an ideology of elected representation, was taken into contemplation by a small section of the wealthy of the realm. These people, who have come to be known as the Parliamentarians, are as follows: 1) Albhuris Esperdaruar (Albiurig Esaberdaruar), who breathed Voltanese wealth as if it were air; 2) Bartuncen Etholddi (Bartúncen Ehtolddi), who was an officer in the Uinnrennic military, being only of his mid-twenties in age; 3) Bridei Cledbhiad (Cledhbiad), the brother to the 7th Lord Cledbhiad, who abided by Uinnlantish austerity in comparison to his peer Esperdaruar; 4) Elpin Massetheg (Massehteg), of far-southern Sethenic stock, was drafted from an option by the Druid-Baroness Sabhrina; 5) Neithan Uinncairi (Neihtan), of similarity to Bartuncen Etholddi; 6) Sleipran Mapannueni, the heir aparent to the Estate Ongannuen and the one who funded their actions; and 7) Cuman Darbronn (Cúman), of similar stock to Bartuncen and Neithan. These seven men, in what is now known as the Riuros Coup, overthrew His Majesty King Hudrossig and passed their “Mandate of Government”². Its 34 articles were divided into multiple sections, to be explained within the footnotes of this part.

The Mandate of Government, as an instrument with which to enact the Parliament of the Republic of Uinnrenn, which as an assembly drew itself from both the Diet of the League of Uinnrenn, the Assembly of the City of Arina, and the Assembly of the League of the Reach (which hereunto has gone unused), was the document with which the Republic deigned to derive its hegemony and legitimacy; such is apparent as per §1 Art. 1–3³. Section 4, “The former monarchy,” outlined the Republic’s attitude towards the Mapueceni family, even through to the mere right of coronation, as per §4 Art. 33, “That druidic convention and ritual to crown the next King of Uinnrenn shall be extended to the beginning of each Parliament, such that the High Druid of Uinnrenn shall perform a symbolic investment and affirmation to the Parliament of its supreme authority, much like the royal coronation of afore.”

It is unsurprising, therefore, that four years following, in 215 CE, that the first marks of a great disease known by many epithets (the Thin/Thick Red, Scarlet Fever, or Scarlet Sweat, within Uinnrenn; Astvats’s Purge, within the Voltan; Moonshroud, within Medilah), were found within Uinncair, the former seat of the Monarchy and the then-present seat of the Republic. The loss of 700,000 Uinnlant was encountered, and from thence onwards, the seventh of Dumann has been a day of supplicative reverence, in such hopes that the Scarlet Lord/Lady, who brought this plague upon the region, would be sated in such strengthful respect that They do not pass their judgment once more. Contemporary treatises, such as that written by the High Druid of the Nemed Uinncairi, Urien map Dunna, by the name of “The Reasons Why,” explained this as a breaching of the social contract between Man and Nature as, while Uinnlantish traditions seek to affirm and consign oneself with the elements of the world, the pressure of Man’s dominion over nature, instead of a co-equal dominion with it, upset the natural beginning and ending of each cycle of pain and peace.

Stemming from this disease was that of a hatred for a savage peoples of the North whose existence was not worthy of even a footnote prior. Yet, in their arrogance, the Amperslander has earned a spot into history not for any social or cultural achievement, or for any military prowess, but for the stupidity of their actions in relation to their elder within the Bjørnsburgian Sea (Sea of Shadows). There was, within 212 CE, a minor conflict known as the Northern Skirmish, whereby Bjørnsburgian militaries, assisted by Uinnlantish elements, repelled Northerner attacks into Ovanheiman, securing the eastern breadth of the Bjørnsburgian Confederacy from their clutches. Through four years of constant malpractice, mockery, and multiple killings (of druids, of Uinnlant, and of Bjørnsburgians), the Amperslander sought to prove their own might in comparison to that of the Republic of Uinnrenn. That Republic thereafter passed a piece of legislation which proves to be the only morally correct thing they have performed in their entire history: The passage of Republican Act 362 c 1⁴, which, as per its name (see its footnote), declared nes genera nes, a Biscayyan concept of total annihilation, upon them.

This conflict was not pursued as far as it should have been, due to issues of the Republic’s internal governance. It, too, proves yet another crack in the bedrock of the League, for the year 220 CE, when war was declared upon the Amperslander, was the last time the Diet of the League of Uinnrenn met.

Stemming too from this was a reconciliation of Uinnrennic–Biscayyan relations, and indeed that of the League and the Biscayyans, as via a decree by the High Council of Biscayye, dated to 219 CE, where the previously declared nes genera nes against the League, having lasted for 63 years, was brought to an end, alongside it a formal apology for the great loss of life during the Second League–Order War. Three years thereafter, in 222 CE, they sent to the Parliament of Uinnrenn a two-fold gift: “In recognition of [their] great achievement and [their] unwavering dedication to the protection of [the Uinnlantish] people, the Council [of Biscayye] has sent the finest Biscayyan sword to [their] General, that it may be used by [their] greatest warrior and taste the blood of [their] enemies.” This blade, now known as the Sword of Biscayye, fell into the possession of the Secretary of Defense, alongside a copy of their written letter, such that they would hold the physical and mental reminder of their duty to protect the Republic of Uinnrenn. As of the Restoration of the Crown, both have fallen into Her Majesty Iyo I’s hands.

The Amperslander attempted to regain the favor of the Uinnlant from this point onwards through to the present, but has not been given such a chance. While this may seem hypocritical, as the Biscayyans had declared their intent to genocide the Uinnlantish people while the Amperslandish had performed local hooliganism, consider the following: The Uinnlant and Biscayyans had been close allies for nearly a century beforehand, having traded and engaged in discussions far more often than even the Uinnlant and their closer neighbors the Tydmor. The Amperslander, meanwhile, had stayed to themselves except for those multitude of times where they issued aggression. Any attempts by the Uinnlant or the League to engage in diplomacy prior to 220 CE were met with silence or aggression, such that no favor could be had of them by the Act of Perpetual War.

Following thereafter, in 245 CE, the continuation of winter and the lack of sight for the summer solstice proved fatal for the Republic. The Lost Year, still remembered and dreaded fourteen years after the fact, had killed many Uinnlant, destroyed countless square miles of farmland, and proved something that the High Druid of Uinncair had misunderstood: The social contract between Man and Nature is not simply of Man and the environment he resides in, but also the natural hierarchy of the commoner and the royal. The Red was the first sign of this, while the Lost Year was the second, and the peasantry (who, due to misconception, are assumed by some to have had a say within the governance of the Republic, when, as per §2 Art. 22⁵, such right was limited to the wealthy). who took up arms in pursuit of restoring the Monarchy of Uinnrenn. Such a conflict, known as the Mapueceni Restoration, or the Restoration of the Crown, resulted in the absolute razing of Uinncair such that it was no longer habitable; in the dissolution of the Republic; and the ascension of Iyo I as Queen of Uinnrenn and Restorer of the Monarchy.

Such verily so brings us closer to the present. Her Majesty issued many decrees in the beginning of her reign, and through to now has begun to rule with a firm hand, learning from the mistakes of her predecessors in both the League of Uinnrenn, the Republic of Uinnrenn, and the first Kingdom of Uinnrenn, in vying for a centralized state rather than a decentralized Kingdom. She has thus far been unable to centralize it so that the free cities of the Kingdom are under her indomitable control, or so that they do not acquiesce to Republican ideals as they have in Sethen and Etholdd, yet has otherwise obtained a veritable control that a great many peasants who had supported her, who had turned against her with the passage of the ‘Royal Decree to place a Tax of Fifteen Percent of all Grains per Bushel, 392 UR’ (the “Taxation Decree 252 CE”), were brought back into submission to the Crown. The Crown has too brought the City of Arina to submission under itself.

Such, so, does bring us to the year 259 CE, which has brought with it the declaration of war upon the Amperslander, in congruence with the Proclamation of Hannuen, of 249 CE, where the conception of a nes genera nes was distilled from its Republican fervor and bloodlust to a far more rational and calculated endeavor, such that instead of a pure annihilation of the Amperslander, that instead they would be brought into absolute submission prior to such, such that the Crown could extract as much wealth and material from their treasury and nation.

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¹ – “In the event of a crime which threatens the entire League, defined herein as high treason, which shall include: […] (IV) knowingly attempting to or committing sabotage the martial, national, or commercial aspects or prospects of a League member; […] (VI) or attempting to overthrow the currently-reigning government of a League member[.]”
² – “The government of the Republic of Uinnrenn and the territories thereunto belonging.” §1 “The Parliament, procedure”, from Art. 1–15; §2 “Elections, lower government”, from Art. 16–22; §3 “Taxation and treasury”, from Art. 23–25; §4 “The former monarchy”, from Art. 26–34.
³ – “That the supreme legislative authority of the Republic of Uinnrenn, and the territories thereunto belonging, shall be and reside in one Parliament, and the people assembled within it.
“That the exercise of the chief magistracy and the administration of the government over said Republic and territories, and the people thereof, shall be in the Parliament.
“That all writs, processes, commissions, patents, grants, and other things, which now run in the name and style of the King of Uinnrenn by his authority, shall run in the name and style of the Parliament of Uinnrenn, from which, for the future, shall be derived all magistracy and honors in this Republic and its territories; and have the power of pardons and benefit of all forfeitures for the public use; and shall govern the said Republic and its territories in all things by its advice, and according to these presents and laws.”
⁴ – “An act to declare a war and a total war of blood, of nes genera nes, against the Amperslanders, in perpetuity,” otherwise known as Cadresca, or the Act of Perpetual War, which hitherto forms the basis of the Crown’s enlightened racial theory in reference to the generations through which an individual may raise themselves in Stock.
⁵ – §2 Art. 22: “That all and every person and persons seized or possessed to his own use, or any estate, real or personal, to the value of XXVV (L, 50) golden arians or of equivalent sum, e.g. DCCCXXXVII (MDCLXVII, 1667) silver VVVIIII (IX, 19) copper arians, or X̱X̱V̄V̄ (L̄, 50,000) copper arians, shall be capable to elect members to serve in Parliament.”

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(The footnotes therein are a part of the formal body of work. They are not footnotes in the sense of the post.)

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The Long Road to the End XXII
Development Effort – SOC

The Great Mistake: An Analysis of Uinnrenn’s History,
Part Three

Thus begs the question: Through the 203 years of the League of Uinnrenn’s existence, and the 255 years since the foundation of the City of Uinncair, what event can be called the “Great Mistake,” following both the conception of a cycle of pain and peace, and of the conception of a great loss leading to a great gain for the Uinnlantish people? The solution to this is twofold.

The first item is that the Uinnlantish people of both Uinnrenn and Wschódzwar, and indeed the Wence, the Tydmor, and the Kashanites, have put far too much stock into the League as a defensive unit. While it is a veritable economic speedway for which commerce and communication may spread unbidden, its defensive capabilities are crippled by the pressures of three things: Its decentralized nature, which allows for independence from one another save for enforced economic ties; the governments of each member of the League, whose independence has paved the way for conflict between its members (Reach–Borceric Conflict of 70 CE; the Wence Restoration of 196 CE), the subsumption of lesser entities (The Uinnlantish Unification), and the lack of a central figurehead through which military action may be undertaken; and the very deliberative assembly (the Diet of the League of Uinnrenn) which held this group of six members (following the Tattering, four) together.

The second item, impacting and impacted by the first, is that of the inherent disadvantages in decentralization. A decentralized state, while the more feasible of administrative options in centuries past, especially for realms and states which were far more wide-reaching than mere leagues of city-states, is no longer as viable within the modern day for a lack of a true administrative backbone. The Kingdom of Uinnrenn was far less centralized prior to the Republic, which itself was less centralized to the present Kingdom of Uinnrenn. This decentralization, found also within the Wence and Tydmoric states, alongside the decentralization of the League of Uinnrenn, allowed for the easier subjugation of the League to the Voltanese, Viftaelians, and Biscayyans, such that the Tattering was able to occur. It is no coincidence that three centralized empires had proven the strengths of their governance through this war.

A Solution

The solution to the Great Mistake is the continuing centralization of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn. The scant records present of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn of 156 CE show that taxation brought together only a certain amount, made lesser by the decentralized nature of a state impacting its ability to tax its subjects. Per contrast, record of a similar type for the Kingdom of Uinnrenn of 256 CE has found that the taxation bequeaths the Treasury an amount close to 70,000 golden arians (198.45kg gold) higher than the first Kingdom, and approximately 55,000 golden arians (155.925kg gold) than the Republic. Through this more efficient taxation, the Kingdom of Uinnrenn may fund a better-trained and -funded military with which to defend itself and further expand, which through the acquisition and maintenance of more land will further increase the Kingdom’s gains from taxation.

A corollary to this is not to abstain or secede from the League of Uinnrenn entirely, as has been suggested by many, but to not put as much stock into its defensive capabilities; and neither should the Kingdom secede from the League of the Reach, with the United Kingdom of Dervockia and the Kingdom of Hakad, as there is nothing to gain from such. The League of Uinnrenn has proven itself weak in terms of defensive capability, but a weakness in such is relative to other organizations, and is far better than a lack in relation to others; likewise, the economic stipulations of that very same League allow for far greater growth of the Kingdom, as guaranteed by L.U.C Art IV §2¹. The same can be said of L.R.C. Ch. III Art. XIX–XXII².

A furtherance of such is that of the consideration of nachaneismu. This belief is the conception that the people of Biscayye all have a relation to the continuance of their state, as described by a prominent Council member as “each man within Biscayye possessing a brick with which to create the house that is the Biscayyan state.” Such a concept, transplanted to the Kingdom of Uinnrenn, must be differentiated for a change from adherence to a Council to an adherence to the Crown. It is a careful balance between the necessity to sate the gods’ desire for the monarchy to be reinstated and for those peasants to be rewarded by the Crown. In this case, a Uinnlantish variation of nachaneismu, to be called Slugaith (from slu “people”), would confer a respect upon the Uinnlantish people in such a way that, under the aegis of both the Crown of Uinnrenn and the collection of the Uinnlant’s gods and ancestors, the people of the Kingdom of Uinnrenn shall all have a say in the continuance of their people.

Slugaith shall be dependent upon the theory of Stocks.³ Furthermore, it requires the cultivation of a greater national identity between the Crown (emboldened by the Nethanic Mandate) and its subjects; such may be developed through the enlightenment of the theory of Stocks. It is through this that each individual of the Kingdom, possessing a brick of their own, may create the house that is the Uinnlantish state. Indeed, further knowledge should be ascertained from the administration and history of the Empire of the Voltan, of the Kaiserreich of Viftaelia, and perhaps other such states, for the Kingdom of Uinnrenn has much to learn concerning affairs of centralized governance.

It has also been recorded that collections of the lower commoner class, of those called peasantry, have formed into communities that have taken local governance upon themselves; they have, within the interior of the Kingdom, taken upon the control of their local forests, fisheries, hunting grounds, and other such lands, unifying one another in a way that weakens the result of taxation upon one another while allowing the common presence of land ownership and agriculture. These elements, known by many names but most formally as sharelands held in freehold; or, sharelands held in common possession. They are underneath the administrative unit of the town, underneath that of the maenor, of the manor of their local lords and burghers, whose influence differs from absolute to nominal. This has also been found within much of the Pale, with both Uinnlantish settlers and Biscayyan immigrants forming their own or unifying them within such, under the purview of the Hannuenic Faithful within their First Archiepiscopality.

Summary
The history of the Uinnlantish people since 56 CE has been tempered by the troubles of placing greater trust in a transnational alliance than in the state itself. The solution to such is the introduction of a Uinnlantified form of Biscayyan nachaneismu, to be called Slugaith, which will combine both the national sentiment of a common people with the authority of a Crown to lead it. The authority of the Crown is not indomitable in the face of the people, as proven by the continuance of assemblies and other Republican ideals within the free cities of the Kingdom (Dauan, Etholdd, Sethen) and even within some sharelands in freehold. The Crown’s authority is far weaker within the Pale, where it has made up such with its alliance with the Hannuenic Faithful.

The Great Mistake, that is, the mistake of giving oneself to the decentralized League of Uinnrenn, shall be rectified by the institution of Slugaith and of a strengthening of Crown control.

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¹ – In short: The League of Uinnrenn’s Charter, or L.U.C. Art IV §2.1 abolishes all tariffs and embargoes, as well as calls for open borders between the members of the League of Uinnrenn; §2.2 provides a protection against the permission of foreign citizenry passing through the open borders of League members; §2.3 permits solely the Uinnlantish arian as the currency between members of the League, while allowing the usage of local currencies within the individual nations’ economies; §2.4 places protections against the actions of a bank within one member of the League from opening within the other members of the League without an agreement from those members; and §2.5 calls for uniformity in showing the members’ allegiance to the League through the usage of bidot-style flags.
² – In short: The League of the Reach’s Charter, or L.R.C. Ch. III; Art. XIX.1 promotes open trade, and XIX.2 lowers all tariffs; Art. XX.1 demands usage of the arian to lighten logistical concerns, and XX.2 for the creation of institutions for the transferral of the arian to local currencies within the member states; Art. XXI derives equal representation and preference for merchants of the members of the League of the Reach relative to local merchants; and Art. XXII demands that all signatories shall open foreign quarters, the operation thereof to be determined by the laws present for embassies and consulates.
³ – The highest Stock contains those peoples who are truly civilized, as proven countless times within their history, and through their blood purity, intermingling is permissible. The high stock possess a history of civilization and have proven themselves capable, with intermingling permissible. The general stock is where an unknown people may reside until further knowledge, or they have been raised from lower stocks, or they are otherwise unnotable; intermingling should be taken carefully. Low stock is prone to non-civilization or the bastardization of civilization, and it is the burden of those higher than them to elevate them, with intermingling being ill-advised. The savage Stock, or Amperslander Stock, is the absolute lowest, and must be purged for they are unable to be saved.

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(The footnotes therein are a part of the formal body of work. They are not footnotes in the sense of the post.)