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20240327 Crisis Post
echoes of a shattered legacy - XVII

No town or city was spared from the war. But even then, some were much more fortunate than others. Most settlements that stood away from the main conflict were able to focus now on their efforts to recuperate. Tucked away in the rolling hills, far from the frontlines, its people had endured the horrors of conflict with stoic determination, their spirits battered but unbroken. In the aftermath of the prismean people’s spirit wavering, most held fast and stood their ground, hoping for a quick resolution.

As the smoke of battle cleared for the most part, The northern reaches of Prismea has finally seeing a better life, one that was not mired in helplessness from nobles, or the depressing mood of their lives hanging on the line. Even if homes lay in ruins, fields ransacked to none, streets silent and full of rubble, The people wore a smile, for each day they live is a day that is worth celebrating. The determination to rebuild what was lost—the spark to recuperate, was burning bright.

Far away from the constant skirmishes of Jiho Naganohara against the last of the coup, the Aikawa and Fujiwara clans, each clan has begin their own methods of turning a bloodsoaked land into something more worthwhile. Those who were barely affected in the north, the ones who simply do not have a bigger voice within Umitoji, was left virtually unscathed. Since their power was less to nothing, they weren’t picked as targets.

The south faced difficulty. However, those who were eyeing their seats of power were those from the outside. As such, nobles native to the Ganhan plains in the south and its neighbouring lands did not see much problem in fending off those heinous plans. However, it still left them weak and defenseless, unable to help the original rulers in defeating those cursed greedy men.

What they had, however, is money. Money from the sea. Their only contribution to the efforts that the late shogun’s sun was doing was to supply them with money albeit secretly. The action was done secretly, just in case the retaliation was something much more gruesome and hopeless than they could fight against.

The Kamimoto lands are far from the peaceful and serene lands as they were from the olden days. Its forests were left disturbed, its seas tainted with blood. The construction of the grand shrine was halted, for much more important things were at hand. But after the usurpers were pushed back, eventually life continued on for those living in those lands. A dark stain will be forever embedded into the soil, but everyone has their demons.

The cities of Prismea and Tenshukaku, once the gilded and proud gems of Umitoji, lay in waste and ruins. The hands of tyranny have never been clearer. But even then, its people have began to fix things now that they weren’t in immediate danger with the fights slowly encroaching upon further lands. Now, it was up to those who dream of big idealist things for the nation to regain its footing.

With the war nearing its resolution, perhaps the biggest lesson is to never stop fighting for what’s right.

20240327 Crisis Post
echoes of a shattered legacy - XVIII

“A letter has arrived.”

Jiro recounts all of the problems that he had that wasn’t given a solution, but he didn’t arrive at a conclusion. “From whom?”

“The Miyamizu clan.”

At this information, Jiro suddenly sat upright in his chair, giving all of his attention to Wonyu. That was a first. The Miyamizu clan has always been one of the most isolated clans in Umitoji, always secluding themselves in their high hills to meditate, as per their words. Rarely do they ever try to converse within the grand halls that once stood in Tenshukaku. “What of it?”

Wonyu faux inspects the sealed rolled letter, rubbing his slight stubble and all. There was accompanying hum, and then he answers. “No clue.”

Jiro resists the urge to deeply sigh. Sometimes, he forgets that the Wonyu now isn’t really the one he grew up with. The war was brutal and changed Wonyu in ways Jiro isn’t able to recognize now. In fact, he as well changed into something unknown. Gone was the twinkle he could always peek at the corner of his eye. HIs irises was now darker, serious. Perhaps both knew that there were changes that happened to them. However, no one wanted to bring it up first.

Perhaps even Wonyu missed his old self. Jiro sure did miss his younger self.

But it was a nice change of pace to receive such a snarky response from his old friends. Perhaps after all of this, everything could slowly revert back to normal. Of course, nothing will ever be normal again but a man could only hope. The small things, like how Wonyu is sarcastic in all things. Or perhaps his own curiosity that fueled his intelligence.

He wordlessly took the letter from his friend’s hands, sincerely hoping that this one is a declaration of friendship and not something bad.

“To our dearest benefactors…?” Jiro trails off. Even when he was a kid, practitioners from the Miyamizu clan (it was rare that they were not) were always mysterious in their ways. Most of the time, he stood there confused as someone from that clan chose to speak to him. In his mind, at least it made sense that he would be left flabbergasted once more.

“At least its on brand. That way, the letter is surely not forged.”

Then it dawns on him, so Jiro adds, “And the wording as well. Benefactors. Surely that must mean…” He returns to skimming over the letter’s contents, feeling relieved. The tenseness that he never noticed in his body left him, and he was feeling relaxed in all of the days he was awake these days. Perhaps it was a one less problem to solve, especially one of such magnitude like a clan declaring their intent to oppose him.

“Finally. Good news.” Jiro neatly folded the letter, stacking it inside a drawer then closing it. One less problem for now. “It was perhaps a good thing that I was not that bitchy when I was a kid. Much less hassle for me now.”

20240327 Crisis Post
echoes of a shattered legacy - XX

Against the wishes of many, the crowning of the new shogun is set to be a private affair.

“Are you really sure about this decision?” Privatizing a whole important affair, such as the crowning of a new ruler, is very questionable. The people were clamoring for answers and yet, Jiro seems unperturbed.

Without raising his head to dignify his friend with a stare, Jiro answered with his head still in his books, “I am certain.”

“The people can use this as a morale boost. Or perhaps—”

“Can my answer be that I am just tired of people?” Wonyu Kamimoto fell silent, contemplating those words. It seems that Jiro has finally reached his limit. Or perhaps he’s just tired. But either way, the ceremony cannot be postponed any longer. And it seems like Jiro was still too tired of other people to deal with their problems and general nuisance.

“I understand.” And understand he did. He gets it, really.

“But even if I don’t want to publicized it, maybe we can…” And Jiro trails off once again. It was becoming a habit, or perhaps he was just like this? Wonyu couldn’t be too sure, since it was just a few months since they had rekindled their friendship, and only a few days after the official end of the civil war. It was hard, getting acclimated to a normal, not warring state of the nation. But he was getting there.

“We can what?”

Jiro hums for a few more moments, before continuing, “Perhaps this event could be publicized over to the paper. I can reason that since it will be featured in the paper anyway, I chose to hold it in private to preserve tradition.”

“Tradition?”

“Tradition of keeping the succession of the royal seat in private. Said to be because of the horrors of public successions, where multiple security problems could arise, as well as dissent of people over choosing a less popular candidate. Of course, it’s still weird even if I’m only the candidate, but I’m reestablishing it now for the new generations to follow.”

Wonyu pauses for a second. He doesn’t remember any details or laws that were passed regarding this. It wasn’t also an unwritten rule, for he would have been aware of it given his status even before the coup occurred. No new laws were implemented at the time of the takeover and yet…

“That tradition doesn’t exist.” At his words, Jiro chuckles.

“Of course it wouldn’t.” He shrugs, smiling teasingly. He wiggles a pointer finger at his friend, “I made it all up just now.”

“You!—”

“Yes me?” Jiro giggles, as if it was very funny. To him, it was. Wonyu wouldn’t say it, but at least the young heir—soon to be shogun—was cheering up. The last few years were rough to say the least.

“Just make sure you do a good job, yeah?” Phrased like a jab, it didn’t seem to deter Jiro from taking it seriously but with humor this time around.

“I promise you. I will offer my body and soul to my country if need be.”

Wonyu smiles. “Well then, let us hope that it will not come to that.”

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
Braves answering the Call of Duty
(7015 FP) - devpost

As lettres and news spreaded all-over the Combine, and as unexpected things occurred - Astenniah was giggling. She had no choice but to laugh. She had sent new note to Umitoji, then sometime afterwards, the blot woke up and tried to excommunicate the Ampurples from the Sane and Sensible World - forgetting that 'Amp is Sane and the blot is lacking courage. Then, Astenniah guffawed at the scrawlings sent by "The crown," the false-crown of Iyo - the virginial woman who couldn't sire an heir, yet maddened over peoples dying to preserve their liberties and peoples striving to retake olden lands.

Astenniah didn't think that, during wars, the blot was going to start a nonsense-argument over people honorably dying for their country and land. If that was the case - then in the future when the blotters accrue heavy losses and reports accurately state said losses - Astenniahsdottir will be the one mocking them.

Though hopefully by that time, the blot will have became Human instead of not understanding a brave warriors' death. Especially with the fact that the blot had martyred many, including real queens. So fake queens like Iyo want to tease 'Amps, when free peoples die valiantly and honorably for their snow instead-of getting enslaved or lynched by the Evil Empire?

Anything is better-than forced-servitude, especially being forced by the blotters who are trying to ransack Tysfarnia - if a horde can raid and siege, and if this horde the Ampendiluian Gargesiite, the former-Unitedstates, is sieging and raiding and fighting for what's rightfully-theirs, then it is no joke.

So Astenniah just felt that that was the most inhuman thing the inhumans "said." But, she held back. She could've chastized them for being afraid of mere colors or any other known insult - but she'd just fired back with the fact that their despotic-regime is collapsing and falling apart. Now, they may have momentum - especially during the Quasi-Sisterwar - but Karma is a bitch and she will be coming for the "trees," just like Astie had written.

And so, the duty of the Combine was to fight a good fight but to also denounce the nonsensemen of the "dubcoin" and other places. They are, too, dying - yet want to laugh when brave men and women die - they are mistaken.

Fakes were going to always fake and deceive and try to pull the wool over the eyes of the Sane - that's why the "dubcoin" is failing with their actions. And the braves may die, but it is for a just cause. Like Astenniahspeople had always remarked, "It is best to die on ones' feet than to live a servant," which is dishonorable - as Snowlandics "serve" no-one, especially without payment or reward.

And maybe, just maybe, the reward and payment had to be the raidings. The blot tried stealing and stealing s'more from the Combine and her people - but the Combine is to reclaim and get her hard-deserved revenge against the blotters anyways. It is retaking, not necessarily "Stealing," as the enemies prior yes, had stolen - but in the case of the blot, they are morally-bankrupt so not far from that, is when they are monetarily-bankrupt and poor.

And then, it is their fault because they enslaved their own kind and mongered.

Astenniah knew that the death was one of honor and grace - especially when she'd went into the records and read about what the Amperslandish had commented upon death. And in her own culture, funerals were not sad-occasions, but were celebrations instead. So the "hannuenic" is terribly-misinformed about Snowlandic Culture, especially to call Snowlandics "savage" ad nauseum when they themselves are inhumans and enslavers. When they are cowards hiding behind three ugly "forts" in Tysfarnia - in stolen land from Farnsites, and trying to separate Farnsite from Farnsite.

Astie had told Elias et al about what the blotters had scrawled, and Elias had retorted that it takes sheer balls to die for ones' land. It takes no balls to live and let oneself be enslaved. Elias was saying, too, that Gheris would be happy to hear that people had died bravely against the blot instead of letting themselves get raped and impaled mindlessly by savages from the "whitetree."

Elias commented that she'd hoped, if the shoe was on the other foot, that the blotters would be happy and fearless to die for their homeland instead of letting evil tigers enslave their masses. If the blotters knew how to emphasize and sympathize with human beings, then they'd know to see the situation flipped and to not be so arrogant as to be unable to see someone elses' viewpoint. But the blot was stuck "Criticizing" the braves in Farnsie for their heroic sacrifices - which was just asinine and a horrible thing to speak into the universe - but, this is what monsters do to humans - they have no understanding of concepts like Valor and Bravery or that the Farnsite Mass doesn't just cave into monstrosities such as the Evil Empire.

A "people" like the "dubcoiner" wouldn't understand Chaos or heroic-death or any other Sane ideal, which is why they'd attempt at mocking the purehearted gov't of Ampendilu and her Marshal.

Astenniah pointed the detail out, to all of her Sorelian friends, that the blotters were incapable of writing note - that any "paper" was far too short and stubby. That they didn't take their sweet-ass-time out to compose message to the Combine. And this was further proof the "dubcoiners" just lazed around or molested livestock and tyrannized instead of being artists and musicians. The blotters find sheep and rams sexually-attractive instead-of human beings, which is both depressing and depraved. They enslave humans but do not have the decency to actually sire with them and spread their name around, which is saddening.

They think they can spread their name around with ANIMALS. And what else, is that the men have no strength - which is chronicled by the Amperslandish also, which still is the case to this very day. The women of that area, are starved-for-attention as the "men" harass animals instead - disgraceful and dishonorable! Proof, is the fact that Iyo is so hideous and disgusting that she cannot sire an heir - so there is no Iyosdottir running around as-of-yet.

So what is the fake-queen to do? Enslave human beings, thinking this'll help the sad excuse of a country - when no human, especially sane, would want A DAMN THING to do with "dubcoiners" who should've stayed in-exile instead of declaring shootingwars and shipmongering - so arrogant because they tyrannize their peoples and use their monies to build useless ships that'd sink in icebergs because they do not possess the capability of sailing to these parts.

And talk down to free peoples because they understand the price of Freedom. So hordes and other nebisias can stay alive instead of forced into nonsense. So the false-pirates and false-royals would be beheaded instead-of stinking up the Rekindling Ocean with their foul evils!

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
The Quasi-Sisterwar: Reminders of Who We Are
(7015 FP) - warpost

So, then, to defend and protect all of the Amperslandish Peoples who'd reformatted into the Ampasmerian People - but, it'd seemed there were always a few peoplegroups who yes, were unified by the Amperslandish - though they'd seemed to bear the brunt of the attacks and ambushes. Uu'camdaii, Yeritzi, Oovmsvookemsis, Pagani - matter of fact, the Pagani seemed to, one reason or another be under attack. And their witches were well-taken-care-of by the Amperslandish of Amperslandia Proper who then took on the witchery completely and all throughout Farnsie - but there were peoples who in Amperslandia and Pendilus' past - were persecuted. And peoples freed then unified and reunified.

And now-and-again, with this stupid shootingwar, with the evildoers - the Ampendiluians had to remember their history and folklore. They had many archives and stories about all of those peoplegroups who were both Amperslandish and Farnsite - even though Ampendilu succeeded Amperslandia. The peoples therein, clung onto what they'd knew - despite moving back and forth and comingling et al.

Maybe at this point it was no true use in holding onto olden subcivilizations that were Amperslandish peoples, as by now, possibly the areas and peoples are so different to what'd came before, that the ancient terms kinda were odd to use.

But better the ancient terms than slurs like "Amper" or "Amperslander" or "Savage," though the former is just "Amp'arr" or something of the sort. The second, is arduous to retake as a badge-of-honor, and the last was a thing that the Amperslandish proudly took on - as being "savage" compared to kings et al was no tragedy. Losing ones' peoples and homeland - is a tragedy, which is why, steadfastly they were defending ancient areas and grounds such as Ao'cai'ocliah and Sa'amp'scalia.

The latter was a fort that was rebuilt in recent times, the former a "lostcity" that is no longer lost.

Ai'a'kendiluag and other places too, were reclaimed - and the Amperslandish of yore constantly had written about their anxieties of losing those lands and their belongings, though if the Farnsites were an adventurous sort, then really, what is to worry about? It's not like they'd stayed in the same place all that time, or that new peoplegroups couldn't form overtime - even if there were many records recalling days past.

But what'd mattered still, was the aggression on Tysfarnia - Aggressing in the name of Freedom - and the preservation of ancient places like Ao'cai'ocliah and Sa'amp'scalia.

Peoples and places that, couldn't really be torn down as one or more fiber still had remained, even in Snowlandia and other parts of the Combine that were restored and reunified. Even then, those peoples had remained even if not in their homeland. But as Amperslandia had many peoples and then Ampendilu is one mass yet, still taking in and adopting - it will be a time wherein Amperslandia then on will be new peoples instead of olden peoples as we'd knew them currently in our records.

The blotters didn't care about all these peoplegroups reunified - they just saw them as Amp'arr or Paleskin or some weird term. They didn't see the color and character in Farnsie or Faransi, which is why it'd seemed the blot couldn't get the Ampendiluians' demonym correct.

If "Faransi" was "Farnsie" in their dialect, then why not have terms for every other term? Why not put "the Rekindling" in their own term instead of calling it a fake sea?

Something about it is not right, it is just disrespectful to gloss over all these peoples, even if they were Farnsist and Amperslandist, if they were calling on reunifying and retaking olden and ancestral lands.

If the Combine had glossed over the Wence or Polareans, it'd be a field day for the blotters - but yet the blotters do not see this double standard.

And, about Arina - the Combine had deeply cared about Arinians, so Astenniah and many others didn't want to hear a peep about Farnsites not caring about other peoples or whatever the lie was.

As the Farnsite People had talked about the Lie - they had to discuss the fact that their identities were being forgotten and that, the blotters were merely calling them made-up slurs and figments.

And War had broken out, as the Ampendiluian horde disputed the flammendamned "declaration of hannuen" and everything before it! War broke out, because of the blot and their inhumanity! And even then, there were people on both sides calling for Sisterwar - and people on both sides trying to cool down tensions.

Astenniah herself, knew the Sisterwar was an inevitabilty, and that as the wolves kept on going and threatening - as the blot postured more and more against the Combine, the Combine would have to fight some sort of conflict to regain ALL of her honor.

The Combine, currently, battled to keep O'olarian lands and peoples - battled against foul enslavers and monsters!

And then the monsters would still not see the truth in Astenniahs' words? The monsters had no appreciation, even for their opponent who'd contested everything!

The monsters mongered over Tysfarnia and Arina - and that was why the 'Amps were fighting currently! They were fighting the good fight, just so they wouldn't be slurred anymore! Just so the evil would see what Astenniah had meant when she'd spoken her words! But, even in wars such as this - the blot still cannot fathom Humanity.

The Blot needs to see the light - and arrows will aid in that! Arrows and balls from tempspergat and crossbowmen will help the 'Amps against Oppression and Tyranny! And the fake-people, resting in the bottom of the Rekindling permanently! The whole entirety of the blot should fall - but the revanchism is not now. Surviving and showing the "hannuenic" something, is now - and in defending Ao'cai'ocliah valiantly - this was proof. In fighting to the bitter end and facing death with pride instead of shame, was proof.

386 and 518 soldiery died, respectively, at the hands of fierce warriors in the Combine - they wouldn't easily let the blotters steal those areas! They didn't want them to take an inch of Sa'amp'scalia, only to destroy it again like how they'd done so, sometime ago!

And Ao'cai'ocliah had to live! All iconic places and areas had to live! If the "hannuenic" didn't care about Ao'cai'ocliah and Sa'amp'scalia they too, wouldn't care about Ai'a'kendiluag or other places! But to go into Arina and free sisters from their suffering....

To go into the Korg Gap and free the waters from the smelly, twisted, no-good blotters who call themselves "whitetree," who do not see that all trees need to be cut down and tarnished! Axes will dice the "wood" of the "whitetree" up, make no mistake!

City post IX - Silguborg
In a bay on the Vindur Tang(Cape of Wind) was a small settlement. The high rocky sides of the bay protected it from the strong, cold wind after which the cape was called. At the long piers pointing into the bay, all kinds of ships were docked. Small fishing ships came to shelter from the storms in the only naturally protected harbour on the Vindur Tang. But also larger cogs and caravels, taking the last supplies before crossing the Tungllyost vatn (Moon-lit Waters), heading to Silfrøy or Lunamøy. Sometimes these ships had to wait in this harbour for favourable winds. This settlement and harbour was a lone outpost on a desolate edge of the Realm. It was not far from Vickurby but most of the attention and economic activity of the Realm was centered around the cities and both ends of the Njól Dyrr, the Kal Hav and the Nærri Hav. In this isolated place, lawlessness and licentiousness tended to rule. It was therefore named after the Venata’s people god of abundance, pleasure and liquor, Sileiguð. Sileiguð’s Borg was as old as the Venata and calmly thrived on a small fishing industry. Over the years this name had been sanded down to Silguborg. Long the people in Silguborg had done as they saw fit and incest, abuse, drunkenness etc. were commonplace.
When Atlavanian sailors started to sail to Lunamøy and Silfrøy they started visiting the harbour. And as they had already said their goodbyes at Vickurby, they saw the chance to indulge one last time before the long and boring voyage. And as everything seemed allowed in this town, nothing prevented them from taking this chance.
But now this was going to change. At the feet of the Queen’s throne, two groups had met. The Litoser(the Simple) are a group of Præsnet¹ that see it as their duty to make Triver accessible and understandable for the common people, only then the people can live a peacefull, devout and righteous life. The wrongdoings in Silguborg were a thorn in their eye and they wanted the Queen to do something about it. The other group came from the nobility and military, they wanted to make Silguborg a strong naval base to control the Tungllyost vatn. After much lobbying, they had gotten Queen Elyanor so far as to make Silguborg a real and just city.
Groups of masons, carpenters, smiths and all kinds of craftsmen were sent to Silguborg. Much of the old settlement was broken down. The wooden, sagging houses were replaced with firm stone houses. The new city was walled and a moat and ramparts were constructed. When the construction of the city was almost complete another group of settlers was sent to the city. Shipbuilders, brewers, bakers, shoemakers and others came to start different industries in the city. Lastly, a group of farmers was sent to cultivate the lands around the city. That way the food supply of the city was guaranteed. And thus the city grew in size, in height, in wealth and in prestige. It no longer was a lawless outpost of the Realm but a thriving link in the network of cities.

¹ Also spelt as Præsnet from presbytēs natus, the regional administrators of Triver.

Ampendiluian Gargesiite (amperslandia)
The Quasi-Sisterwar: Why Astenniah'd Spoke
(7015 FP) - warpost

The 30 ships going forwards in the Rekindling, as to navally-invade Tysfarnia, were what Astenniah was referring-to when she'd said the Navy had to get over its obstacles. The ships, too, fell but for a good cause. Astenniah was now, busying herself with giving more speeches. She was saying, that the blotters were doing all this with their "reports," as to demoralize the Farnsite Populace. The blotters talked ad nauseum about slavocracy and serfdom as to discourage the warrior-women and artist-tempspergat. The Lie, was the main topic of Asties' speeches - how the blot lied consistently about Farnsie and her interests.

How even then, the blot tried to excommunicate Farnsites from the Sane and Decent World - then the cultural-erasure of Amperslandish Peoples. And, the fact they had came to the blade and died instead of letting themselves get swallowed up by wolves from the orient. Wolves and betrayers who'd hurt the Combine spiritually and mentally. The dervs were saying they'd admired the bravery and fearlessness of the Combine - yet they were calling on a dishonorable ending for Farnsites.

To fight on, even in awry odds - is honorable. And Astenniah was talking currently, as to keep morale in her people - even though the Ampasmerians were already fired-up and revanchist, the blot would try to depress Snowlandics and other innocents.

"I am saying that I'd called on Unity with the blot - with 'hannuen,' yet every time they'd cried that we were weaklings et al. Would 'weaklings' die for their country instead of letting themselves get cucked by impalers? They will hurt both Snowlandic Girls and Boys. They are attacking the Snow itself - which is why Snowlandia should fight the good fight even if many of us die. If we take the blade into our chest and kill ourselves before they were to 'imprison' us - then it is no dishonor. The dishonor, is letting yourself be enslaved and tyrannized.

So my people are not letting a flammendamned thing befall them by evildoers in the blot. So I, as Marshal, have done my duty even though the blotters wanted to bloodmonger. Even though they are nasty and unclean because they obsess over 'blood,' which is more divisionist rhetoric by consolidationists such as the fake-queen and the fake-parliaments of Iyo. The false regime of Iyo, who is unhuman and weak."

Astenniah orated.

"And weakness, is the blot and their evil. They consistently backstab innocents and enslave their own. Our shippers died valiantly and gloriously. Our pirates and other forces, died because they had something to believe in whether it was Jissikism or me or Allison. Whether it was Hatomi and Kaede or whatever. The hope, too, that real queens from 'the dubcoin' would retake power from the inhuman-scum who have ruined that area for ages. We have supported Chaotic Monarchy, and pro-Amperslandish queens. And I still am saying that, queens and princesses on our side - are a good thing. To turn back the tides, even in monarchies - is a hope. And we cannot lose said hope, that we can retake the lost areas - not just ancestral lands, but Reyeks that seem to have also betrayed us. The Viftaelians who namecalled and seemed to be arrogant just like the blotters mongering the Korg Gap and innocents in Üldenengarden. The reyeks who'd, in Sorelia, stole land from us even though we'd wanted to ally them.

And, this is why I had written the Prismeans - because I want things to be different in the west. i want Humanity to thrive instead-of being enslaved by blotters such as 'dubcoin' and their criminal-partners. They are criminals, because they work against Liberty. They work against Commonsense and Sensibility. They work against Unity and Union, even though we are a gargesiite - we didn't stop fighting for Unity. We didn't stop fighting to all be One."

Astenniah passionately tore into another speech, though simultaneously trying to preserve her health and not ensicken herself again.

All this talking would make her hoarse.

And already the 'Amps were a loud and noisy people.

So with all this talking and commotion, they seemed to be straining themselves. And strain they had with their overperfectionism.

Astenniah, after her speeches in Trina and in its outskirts, had rested. But Azariah, a friend of Astenniahs', had taken up her torch whilst Astenniah was resting herself.

Azariah, though no politician or debatehaller, too outcried against the blotters.

"Why do we keep giving the cai'gorah beaucoup chances, when they see us as the vicious slurs and lies? When they try to disintegrate not only my Government but my people aswell? We have fought against them purely. And Ampendilu wasn't the enemy of 'hannuen,' we are trying to be their Sister. They have backstabbed us. Samesies to the dervs and the wence. Samesies to all peoples in the evil empire which calls itself the 'league,' that is falling apart to virmt. The smelly, horrid, bashful, weak, liches from Frost. And not mere frostspawn but the Freezing-lich. The enemy who, in Tysfarnia had tried, with three forts to get over on our freedoms and our plans. And even without three cai'gorah forts - with witches and all, we'd fought against blotters!"

"And guess what? People'd still fought on against the blotters and their bleakness! Their depravity! But yet they call US 'savage' and the like! The Combine and Astenniah are the ones presenting Hope and Joy to everyone, not just in the Farnsite-Alisandrist World but all across the Outside World which, the 'dubcoiner' has tried to estrange us from the Sane individuals within that very-same construct of a world.

Farnsie has fought, to be independent and her own thing. She is no part of anything else. She is that which consumes and subsumes lesser worlds and beings; the Combine, for we have taken in - Combined - many peoples into us, and we still are even during Sisterwar!"

Azariah raised her hands up and motioned all throughout the room to the audiences and crowds, that she was fierce. She was channeling the ferocity of the Marshal her friend, Gheris and many other politicians. Azariah knew in herself, she could one day be like them even if it wasn't her intent.

She didn't really see herself "fighting" anyone, not even the blotters. But as the blotters were collectivistic, as they didn't see the individual and their personality - they'd assume Azariah to be a mere Paleskin, another Ampasmerian instead of an individual girl with her own thoughts and feelings and opinions.

And so, she couldn't be passive.

She, even while not being a quiet-Yaratreki, had to fight and make her stance clear that she was in-standing with her friend Astenniah. She was no passive, meek person - but she simultaneously was no gung-ho person who'd die for just anything.

Azariah saw her own Sisters leave off to fight alongside the Union Army - and she cried, weeping for them preemptively even though she didn't know exactly whether or not they'd die. And yes, in her culture death was no tragedy - but the girl had her own feelings. And even though people praised warriors and soldiers - Azariah had sadness within her that'd spoke out and made itself clear, at that time.

Though now, speaking in-place of her friend the marshal, Azariah became somewhat bold and capable of speaking against evildoers like Gheris and Elisapee had.

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The City Of Silk VI
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Chedalkh and Hadeja moved quickly across the village, the scene they had started with the group of men on the bridge had broken the tranquil peace of the early morning. As they raced across the dirt roads, as fast as the deer across Chedalkhs shoulder would let them, they saw all kinds of people peep out of their homes, open their doors, and stand outside, staring at the two of them, no doubt trying to figure out just what exactly was going on.

Chedalkh heard a yell from far behind him, looking back, he saw the men on the bridge, they looked tiny from this distance, and yet there were others there now too. They were different from the men they had seen, carrying what looked to be long sticks, their heads clad in some kind of leather helmets. Chedalkh picked up the pace.

They quickly passed the fenced off fields and spread-apart wooden houses, making their way up onto a small forested hill, right where the Panyin girl and her family lived. He didn’t know her name, or that of her mother, he had just seen her time and time again in the village's market.

Him and his father had made trips there regularly, the Panyin had all kinds of goods that his people did not, goods that were useful for living life in these lands: metal axes for chopping wood, clothes of a heavier, warmer wool, and various foodstuffs needed to replenish their storages after the long journey from the mountains. The only thing he knew was that her father chopped wood, he sold the logs and axes in the village, in fact he was sure that he made all kinds of crafts with them as well, even helping build and repair houses, he had seen him doing so one of the days they had traveled to the village, it's what let him approach the girl for the first time, he didn’t know how to speak their language, only his father could a little bit, though he wasn’t sure then that if he had it would’ve made any difference, she was so stunning he couldn't even bring himself to talk.

He hadn’t said anything to her then, just gave her one of the bead necklaces he had, placing it in her hands. She had smiled when he did so, there was nothing more he wanted to do but stay there then, but his father had called him back, made him help tie down the wares to bring back to their camp.

With all the chaos still unfolding behind him, his mind was still dotting on that day, playing it back in his head. His heart panged with excitement, and as he raced up the hilly path he couldn't help the mischievous smile that set upon his lips, it was like he had set the whole village after them, and he would gladly do it again.

He was so close now, seeing the small tip of their thatched roof just over the hilltop, he would see her once again, see her smile once again.

The City Of Silk VII
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Hadeja and Chedalkh stopped at the crest of the hill, Hadeja breathed a sigh of relief as she slouched down, catching her breath. “That was fun!” she said, her breath shaky, “we left them like a camel in the ocean!”

“So…”, she continued, “Is this where she lives?” She turned to face what laid beyond the hill, pointing down at a small house, obscured by the dense trees of the forest.

Chedalkh hurried on past her, rushing down the hillside, the deer carcass flailing around on his shoulder, “Yes it is!”, he replied, not even looking back at her, his voice booming with excitement.

The house was a modest Panyin dwelling, the peasantry of the countryside lived sedentary lives, farming their fields and clustering around their little village, all of which belonged to some lord or another, the Panyin never knew really who, they never showed up themselves, and with the war raging on, they were just happy that the fighting hadn’t come to them quite yet.

If anything, the house was sturdier built than the others, and larger, cut from the dense logs of this region's towering trees, the logs had various engravings cut into their bark, some were more legible to the pair, images of different animals, crops, houses, and dancing people. Others were strange though, weird scratch-like symbols that they couldn’t decipher.

The whole plot of land was obscured in a faint shade, the numerous trees and high hills kept the sun at bay, and gave the whole house a secluded, tranquil aura. Chedalkh saw the vision in his mind and smiled, he and that Panyin girl, rolling around on the wet grass, eating the bountiful fruits they could pick front he trees around the village, all while waiting for that deer to get roasted…his fathers booming laughter somewhere off in the house, talking with the girls parents like the brother he was about to become to them, with all of them having already decided how their two families would be brought into one-

“Hey! Get that Djinn out of your head!”, Hadeja shook him into focus, “There is someone coming outside!”. Hadeja pointed at one of the openings in the walls of the house, noticing a faint movement and then a whole bunch of muttering, all of it just out of earshot.

“Perfect!”, Chedalkhs eyes gleamed, “They’re all here! Yes! When they see what I’ve brought them they’re gonna race out here to embrace us! Just you watch! Oh I just know she's gonna be so smitten! A whole deer!”

The door to the house, a collection of wooden planks, tied together with string and mounted on some hinges, swung open, revealing a rather short, but bulky man, with a shaved head and long, curly beard, wearing a kind of green linen tunic and sewn, brown hide pants, a patchwork of various other hides tied onto them, remnants of their continual maintenance. It was the girl’s father! But Chedalkh had not seen him this way before; his mouth was slightly ajar, his brow furled into a hundred wrinkles. He began to slowly make his way out of the house, Chedalkh placed the deer lengthwise along the ground in front of the house, beckoning towards it with a large grin, standing up tall, a look of pride in his eyes

He heard Hadeja whisper just by his ear, “Chedalkh…look!”, pointing down towards the man

The boy's smile faded, he followed Hadeja’s finger to the man's large hands, callused and dirtied, his fat, muscular fingers gripping tight a rusted hand-ax.

Expansion Post 2: The Emslwoyaiien-Galotyean campaign I
When they woke up the next morning, Kaspar and Oliver had the idea to immediately make plans for land distribution. They presented that idea to Timwakoy:
“Our great friend and translater, we think it is maybe an opportunity to immediately start with the plan for the land distribution. Now we know each other something better then we did, we can arrange some things quickly maybe.”
Timwakoy answered them:
“I think that is a good option, but we have to keep in mind everything is going very fast now for the people Emslwoyai. Therefore maybe it is a better idea to appoint some men at this time who will start an expedition with our men and to make an overview about which areas are free or important for us.”
Oliver nodded and agreed everything was going a little fast at the moment:
“Youre right, maybe we are going to fast, it is better to not be too fast. We may disturb the good relations we have built with immediately going to land distribution. It could also seem quite intimidating for the you people.”
With that thought in mind, the board travelled back to Galotyea. They agreed to keep in touch. Also, when the Emslwoyai were moving around or anything they would let Galotyea know.
When everyone was back in their place and had rested a few days, the board came together again to discuss the approach to this issue. This also in mind with growing issues on other subjects in the country and city. Vincenzo proposed the following:
“Why don’t we divide all topics and areas among the different members of the board? At the moment we are all responsible for everything and we have to keep up with our daily taskes also. Maybe its an idea to concentrate more on our governmental board function by attaching a salary to it.”
This idea caused a major discussion within the board. At one side there were Vincenzo and Abah. They supported this plan. At the other side there were Dieter, Oliver and Kaspar. They were strongly opposed against this idea. They didn’t want to attach a salary to the functions, because it would make the government more an institution and therefore causing expenses and requiring rules and agreements. For them, the main reason why Galotyea was founded was because of the anbudance of rules and strong governements in the old world. They strongly believed in an little and not strong government. But, they did acknowledge that they had to operate more efficiently. Therefore they wanted to make it liveable and workable by appointing members of the council to be part of a task force, lead by a member of the board, concentrating on one subject. With this solution Abah and Vincenzo didn’t agree because it would change the relationship between board and council.
They didn’t agree on a solution, and decided they would discuss this with the council in the next meeting. In the meantime the would appoint one member of the board to concentrate on the land distribution issue. That would be Vincenzo. After a few days, the travelled to the natives with Markus and Pietro. He agreed with the Emslwoyai that in the next few days a delegation of both sides would travel together through the area and decide what land was free and which wasn’t.

The Long Road to the End XXIII
The Second Northern Skirmish: The Northern Shadows
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259 CE

The First Northern Skirmish, that short-lived conflict scarcely capable of being called a war, fought in 350 UR (208 CE), was one where the Tydmor were unable to show their naval prowess, for lack of the appearance of an Amperslandish navy. Such was to be expected; after all, as they were unable to come together to mount an offensive greater than a strongly-worded letter, they would be unable to mount a naval assault the likes of which could turn the Tydmor to pale.

Indeed, this naval assault was no “battle”, but instead target practice with a chance of reprisal.

“Oi! Grab the fսckers and pull ‘em up! Their bodies can’t sully Lady Dujre’s pure waters with their filth!”

You see, the Tydmoric First Fleet, the Fleets from Aknerat (Agnaeratha), was a right beautiful set of ships, totaling 135 longships, 70 uniremes, 245 biremes, and one caravel; that caravel, the most beautiful Dara, was the flagships of its fleet. And, most important of all, she led the charge on a mere thirty Amperslandish longships. Their scuffle was lain out in the waters between Aknerat and where the River Makna flooded out into the waters of the Shadows, and resulted squarely with the destruction of the Amperslandish squadron sent there.

To give credit where credit is due, the Amperslandish gave a fair fight for the sheer scope at which they were outnumbered. Their ships were of an age long passed, as even long ago did the Tydmor, staunch in their traditional ways, switch to the bireme in place of the old longship. Aknerat’s longships were a vestige of an older time, having been kept maintained for there was no point in scrapping ships that were otherwise usable.

“I told you to pull the fսckers up!”

At present, while the remains of twenty-seven of those thirty ships floated about the waters—the other three had fallen to the sea’s floor whole—the Tydmor, on their skiffs and tenders, or within their small longships, moved towards any Amperslandish man and woman remaining in the water and sought to pull them out. They fought and struggled, and some had even wrested themselves away to sink into the water and not come back up, as many had shown a suicidal reaction to being captured; but some others were taken away anyways. Some sailors had to knock those Amperslandish out to keep them from fighting any further, and only when their skiff, tender, or longship was full did they return to the larger ships to deposit their findings and return to their rescue partying.

Of utmost importance, however, were any Tydmor that were left at sea. Six biremes, one unireme, and four longships had been sunk, leaving 850 Tydmor out at sea at the most, of which most had been collected and brought back onto the familiar wood of their sister ships. This was the one case where the Amperslandish’s drive for suicide over capture was preferred, as then the ones who wished for salvation could be granted it, while those who did not could be given such a fate anyway afterwards.

The beautiful Dara, as strong as the oak trees that made up her hull, was damaged during the battle by the mildly lucky suicide charge of an Amperslandish longship. A lesser longship had taken the brunt of the force, leaving the Amperslandish one to jut upwards and take out a fair piece of the upper quarterdeck. Otherwise, however, Dara still floated while the Amperslandish ship that dared to attack it was now in pieces. The Tydmoric longship that took the majority of its attack was split nearly asunder from the force, leaving a few of the Tydmor there dead and floating to meet Lady Dujre in Ajlon (and not ‘Anun,’ controlled by that vile snake bіtch, Duna).

“And any dead Ampersfսck floatin’ can get pulled on up to get put into the dirt where their asses belong!”

This seaborne skirmish was a reminder of the Tydmor’s hegemony in this sea. The Amperslandish, while they did give a fight towards their own claims, were once again bested; and it came to be after their lack of meeting upon these cerulean waves fifty years ago. Their ‘Yeritzi’ brethren, if they were among the Amperslandish that manned these ships, were, for lack of a better term, completely inept at what they did. One could, in the standard Tydmoric way, call them retarded. But, that is to be expected; no one is as skillful of a pirate as a Tydmorentin. It runs in their veins, and not in those of the landborne one who claims ownership of a sea they were never given the rights to enter. And any landborne bastard that dares to defile the Shadows with their gaudy boats will be kept away, and they will be sold off to whomever would buy them—the Uinnlant had taken on an attitude of buying up any captured Amperslander since the beginning of the war.

And so concluded the “Battle” of the Northern Shadows, and so concluded its aftermath.