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Region: The Story of Civilization

Shimmering Subjugations
Tore Zam Expansion Post #2
Tore Zam, the general understanding of the island nation is that 6 tribes with origins theorized to have some connection to the neighboring nation of Uinnrenn. These have been noted in design styles, culture, as well as linguistics. However, the island of Taihei still possesses several tribes who are more Polarean in origin. These differences have made the idea of expansionism a hotly contested one which is made worse by differences in different polarean groups. While some may be more accepting the others reacted violently to the existence of these. With the rise of the new chieftain Elyta, a new focus has been given to the unification of Taihei under Tore Zamic rule.

The rain currently in the region was uncharacteristically strong, making any attempt to walk forward feel like one was one mistep away from sinking into the water muddy ground below. Nevertheless, they marched on. The winds would pass through, pushing them all around. Nevertheless, they marched on. The Tore Zamots marching through these terrible conditions were a ragtag mix of soldiers and diplomats. Whether it would be through cooperation or coercion, they would claim a new piece of land. Arriving at their destination there was a group of people mostly free of rain in a… Forest? No, it was all a large structure which gave the appearance of a forest. Within however, it was revealed to be much more complex than meets the eye. Chandeliers, multiple halls and rooms, nicely dressed individuals discussing all sorts of matters.. When the men entered, all the chatter going on in the background ceased. Their face paintings giving them away as Tore Zamots. Immediately the Area was evacuated out, some taking a look at the men who so suddenly entered their home. The youngest ones primarily had looks of curiosity, presumed parents had one of fear, and the eldest ones had visible disgust on their faces. Eventually the only one Native Polarean was left, a stern looking man who appeared to be the leader. The group of men looked at one another before forming a circle to discuss, eventually letting one diplomat go forward.

The diplomat awkwardly sat down across a table from the leader, who stared directly at him. A period of silence ensued, a minute, two, five. Until the words finally came out from the leader’s mouth.

“Do you intend to state your business on our land”

“Ah, but can the land truly belong to someone, it is a being as much as you-”

“Enough with the spiritual blabber, your people have been trying to nab this land for generations now and I know damn well that’s your intent now, isn’t it?”

“...Well you must understand that it would allow the island to finally be at peace. The bloodshed, hatred, wouldn’t you want it all to come to an easy end?”

“Get out.”

“But surely-”

“Get out now. Sending a silver tongued man such as yourself to manipulate me into doing the one thing our people have sworn to never do,”

The diplomat frowned, getting in closer to whisper in the ears of the Native Polarean leader, the more he spoke the wider the eyes of the leader grew. The horror on his face evident to the confused onlookers, “As you can see, the woman sending us does not have much mercy”

The proud leader of the Native Polareans, was reduced to a crumbling shell of the man he was a moment ago, “That woman… that devil has no regard for human life.”

The diplomat avoided the eyes of the man, pulling out a contract for the man to sign, “I’ll be the one to ensure your people stay fine, you just need to sign…”

The water remained blue for the night.

Prismea and The venusians

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