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Loftegen 2 and La Xinga
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All is weary in Bytazia
Biyûl, he was old, his hands shakes as he grasped a pint of mead, "Hûz'rtu ke?" He asked the young plump maid who was serving him, "K'za yo" she replied, a tone of shyness in her voice, she was new to his service, and he was the Iron King, the most powerful man in Bytazia.
His hands continued to shake pulling the mead, taking a sip as a bit dribbled down him, "GÛR DRTAI!" He exclaimed as the girl rushed over with a cloth, she tried to wipe most of it as she moved he ran hands backwards, only for it to be grabbed by Biyûl, "Yûg'i di riru" his face lit up, staring into her chestnut eyes, as he moved her hair so he can see her better. "Nazgu riru" she shakily said, looking down to the ground, her cheeks going a soft red blush.
His eyes still locked onto hers, his hand firmly gripped, as his other hand grabbed her waist, "Gtuzh, yûy lûzz'o kir gâz ta nindirm echltu birtere" he grinned as he squeezed her waist, "D-da calai" she wispered, just able to him to catch it. "Gtuzh" he said as he rose up, taking her into another room...
The light flickers, 'tis only the form of medium that can be called upon in these times...Drip...Drip...the wax from the candle elegantly rolls down, onto the cold tarnished floor below. An echo. One of keys. They hit against each other....A door, solid rock, creaks open. Inside 'tis Biyûl.
His features weathered and aged, he still held his posture. He stood, stood above a woman on the floor. Her tears rolled down her crimson blushed smooth cheeks, her flesh naked to the cold daggers of the floor. She feared moving with him above her. Yet she was still young and naive, so forced herself into her arms, begging up at her perpetrator. He had no forgiveness, he had no alternate modtive, he only had one as he struck her down across her young face. He advanced upon her, eagerly, as the door came to a shut.
No one else was allowed down this far, no one knew of this except him and the young girl.
In the castle, the house of Anurov was partaking their monthly tribunal to the castle, the thick stone walls, scared with arrow and shot shells, where draped in the houses colours, like a cow dressed up before auction. The council of Anurov was to be adjourned. Matters of benifical to the agriculture and well being of the region, as each meeting before it has always seen such improvements flourish and grow, impoverating the region into a spetical rivaled none to the outside, and only to the other interiors.
BYTAZIA ENGOURED IN FLAMES - part 1
The King, old and frail, yet still the most powerful man in all of Bytazai, no one dared rival him, no one dares annoy him. Yet every passing day he was getting older, his past health deteriorating, death catching him up. And his time was running up like sand in an hourglass. Drop...drop...drop...
The Council of Anurov has passed and been, now was the council of Erodas. The meeting was one of friction and turbulence, as Erodas wanted more support in agriculture, but due to the booming trade in Anurov, they where unlikely to get it. The friction bubbled over to the feast, in which some Erodas officials decided to boycott the event by storming out.
The rest of the feast went out okay, that was until the main course...
The course was roasted pig, stuffed with apple, stage and stuffing, the king as traditional was always granted first bite, yet this was a bite to be deemed far from traditional; halfway through chewing it Biyûl fell down dead, his body sprayed out on the floor. "TOTZ'L" was heard shouted around as the housecarls apprehended the cooks. Most where charged without a full court hearing, being executed upon that very day. "TYOA DA DI BÜDUL" was hearing all over the kingdom, spreading like wildfire as the castle was put under lockdown, none where to enter with our permission, none where to leave.
With the scepticism and prejudice of the Erodas house being at the castle during the time, leaders of the Adrûl house called them out, calling for 'Swift and bloody retribution' how dare they kill the king! This was further escalated by the disappearance of the Iron Prince, which was thought of to been orchestrated by the Erodas house to allow them to seize emergence power and the thrown, putting the Adrûl and Anurov houses under their dominion. Many where outraged, and the Adrûl Military mercilessly attacked an Erodas border village, marching at dawn, using rotten corpses to spread terror with catapults, before entering the village, looting and pillaging. After an hour the entire inhabitants where either dead, near dead or captured by Adrûl forces to be sold as slaves. All what was left to Erodas was a pile of ash and corpses.
Terror was to be sown, and it was the harvest time of the God of Death, Darûz.
March in the Puonz da di Pilz
The day broke with red skies, scouts from Erodas found the ruined village, nothing but ash and dead bodies where left. War was upon the nation, the death of the king, and death of innocents, kids, women, old folk slaughtered at whim.
Retribution was planned, the might of Erodas was underestimated they knew by Adrûl, they had a chief weapon, archers. A army of 2,500 men where rallied under the banner, lead by the House Prince Ryu. A young man, with not much experience of warfare under his belt, not knowing the death and carnage of the battle field.
The clinks and clashes of spear on shield grew as they marched over the border, they replicated the Adrûl attack, yet spared many, and where more humane towards them.
A Scout report the next day yielded promising news, an army camp of 1,000 adrûli most being Infantry, with small amounts of cavalry and archers. Ryu gave his men some rest, they needed it, they had been Marching for 4 days and many where tired, fatigue and low morale had set into the army, yet that might Ryu gathered this men, speaking to them.
"The path ahead of us is dangerous, sword, shield, horse and man will be lost, yet not in vain, our blood shall be split on this field so our kin can rest easy and bathe under its warm sun.
The time of bravery. Fear and death shall not haunt us, we ride and charge, our ranks as one, no mercy shall be given, they gave us non, as we shall return the same gesture. Forwards men, into the books of the old, today!"
Morale raised, the men cheered, a mighty roar! These where the men Ryu wanted, the men to avenge the king and the innocent villagers slaughtered.
At day break the horde of men assembled, archers numbering 1000 to the Adrûl 20, as well as 5 catapults pelted the camp, killing many of guard, then the great cavalry charge came, 300 heavy and light Cavarly against 10 Adrûl, annihilating them as they began to perform hammer and anvil attacks, thinning out the remaning Infantry who began to break and head for the hills, they where followed hastily by the far more mobile Erodas force, and by the next day, all enemy soldiers lay down dead, no longer being able to menace, kill or pillage anyone else.
Path to war continues
Dawn, the orange husk of the early awoken sky, slowly blended into the infinite blue hue above, the clouds, shade of light pink, dancing along them, scenes of paradise. The stark contrast lay strewn on the ground, mangled, mauled, half hacked at corpse littered the otherwise unspoilt green horizon, the reds, yellow and oranges of the trees intertwined with the blood red of the dead. The glint of armour from the dead made it seem elegant, and graceful, masking the carnage, as the stench of rotting and decaying flesh attacked nostrils at will.
Following the events, Ryu was hastily summoned to a meeting with his father to decide the outcome of what was to unfold. He arrived Bal Lâzi-Duur, a near impregnable fortress made of the finest and strongest rocks from the country, modernised to withstand attacks for months at siege, and against any odds, carved into the mountain, standing defiant above the small villages and towns, as it dominated the view.
Ryu made his way past the gardens and battlements, noticing the larger number of personal than normal, and deep into the castle to thick carved wooden door, creaking as it opened, as he entered the room, his father was standing near a fire, he had two servants and a guard, above the fire was a portrait of the family, Ryu, his father, his sister, and his deceased mother, opposite the fire was a wall filled to the brim with books, he walked over to them, skimming some of the names as his father turned around to look at him.
"Ryu, yûy mudoz ke kûz dister?" He father said, softly, his hand resting on an old leather chair.
"Lûz yûg frotiz?" Ryu replied.
"Totz suz mina tüi'i"
"Ko tetiro oka akin'yu, totz'rik mina" Ryu tried to explain before being cut of by his father.
"Weai, ke hytto tulkiro pfeta daa di tubio, aki ist ørya werj, aud di bytaro zai'i ruiiro, aki ist ker burvja ta curra" His father said, his voice getting louder, anger growing as he gripped the chair tighter.
"Aki ist ti burvja ki wîaj tulk ta di tyoa, ni aki mirnen Erodas agyt russ, ki agyt nimke ke prusd Frotiz!" Ryu remarks proudly, husband body juxtaposed his expression, being tense and alarmed
"Xadua ke agyt fri, tulk ker hüri minre ke"
"Ni klaiat ist yûg ke yushki frotiz" Ryu bows and exits, closing the door gently.
Simple translation- Ryu, why?
Why what?
Why so much death?
They attacked us first
Yes, but not we have no choir but War
I shall take the burden of the deaths
Indeed you will, also take you sister with you
Okay father.
Ryu made his way through the castle, finding his sister (Kitya) in the armoury, he smiled warmly, having not seen her for a while. The two got acquainted then rode out with a company of 50 heavy cavalry headed for an encampment on the house boundaries, being supplied by a further 2,000 men, all armed, all ready for retribution. For kitya it was her first time out of Bal Lâzi-Duur for what seemed like a lifetime for her, her father had let her roam the exquisite gardens, but forbid her from leaving entirely. She was trained by her father himself while Ryu was off with his friends hunting, she was back at the castle practicing her swordsmanship. She enjoyed the freedom, feeling like a bird set loose from captivity, as her soft skin left the warm breeze and lukewarm sun fall upon it, and the feel of the soft silky grass passing thought her fingers.
At dinner time Ryu massed the men for a briefing and morale boost, along Kitya to finally be alone with her thoughts and self. As the talk went on, she strayed to the forest nearby, the trees where in autumn, their leaves browns, yellows, oranges and all different shades of reds, the ferns below her swayed in the air, them to reflecting the colourful patterning, her ears pricked up to the sound of a small stream nearby, the water flowing down like a ballerina from a small waterfall, crashing on the moss covered rocks below. A small rainbow emerged from the white frothed water, glistening in the air, contrasting the dark ragged dull rocks it streamed through. Kitya bent down, the air cold, but still perfect, blushed her cheeks, making them crimson, as she dipped her hand into the icy clear water, jolting at first, her hand warmed up. "Perdoa" ran through her head, "Perdoa ont bytaro". She perched onto a rock, content with being able to stay there all day, let there was another sound, one more human. She jumped up, clutching at her sword as she got close to the trees, peering round one to see a traveler with his mule, pulling a empty cart hobbling their way down the pass not being anyway hostile. She sighed and sat down again, watching it as minute after minute passed by. Every second passed was a second she deemed worth living.
Meanwhile at camp, Ryu had finished his speech, and went back to find his sister only to find out she was missing, vanished from her tent. Outraged he sent 30 men to scour the forest and surrounding lands, with them not to return till they found her on pain of death. Soon somehow two men had stumbled their way the forest, and to the stream she was residing by. Extatic they nearly jumped with glee, just remembering to tell her about what her brother had done, "Klaiat schek" she exclaimed, angry to off been disrupted, but humbled by his caring. As she left, she brushed her hands against the trees and ferns, and told herself that one day she will return, when all the death has stopped, and she will stay there, indefinitely if she wanted to, her tranquil place.
"Yûd yad ke?" Ryu snapped, his mood seemed angry, yet with a hint of caring, as he didnt want her to get hurt, as Kitya and the two men emerged victorious into camp. "Int perdoa" Kitya replied back, she smiled at Ryu, trying to make him more at ease, as he turned away and went back to his tent, taking it as a insult, as Kitya chased behind him, trying to explain otherwise. "Kir nurvimin timux, urio carifu, aud lûzz'o tya" he shouted back at Kitya, "Ki wîaj trai nazia ta" she said, her breathing short and sharp due to her jogging behind him. "Yut" He marched back into his tent, as all around the sound of swords scraping, and armour clinking was heard as the camp mobilised for war.
Death, loss, rebirth
The normal blue sky was cloaked with clouds, dark, forbidding they reigned supreme about, lashing down their legions of ice cold warriors, who smashed, crashed and bashed on every surface, the hail joined in, causing grief on any unprotected flesh, being so fine and sharp that as they scraped past it gnawed of little chunks of skin and hair. The ground turned into quagmire, taking its toll on the heaviest armour, and the old, as every so often a man fell into the mud, and even less often one who fell didn't get back to due to exhaustion, their armour causing them to sink into the muddy depths below, only to be revealing in the next dry spells. The horse where the same, they fell less often but still fell nethertheless many had to be killed right then to stop and commotion, but in war, morality is a pleasure that can cause you failure and even death. But the men stilled carried on, to give up was to fail, to fail was deemed as treasonous, after a few days March in the horrific conditions they soon came upon their target, Kâz-Ru, the capital of Adrûl, awaiting them was the bastion of Täzgûl, "BONA AKI DUL!" Snarled Ryu at the top of his voice, and the men chanted it back, growing with every chant.
Then their was an eerie silence, so silent the calm wind could be heard flapping the Erodas banner.
Kitya split of from Ryu, taking command of a small section of the army, mostly the Heavy infantry, militia and heavy Cavarly, and Ryu commanded the bulk. Ryu first wanted to encircle the town, cutting of all supply and making sure they knew they where here.
Kitya and her men mercilessly attacked a small trade village outside the town, the Cavarly hammering their way in, as the militia finished of any hidden survivors, it was then systematically looted, all citizens where slaughtered, and any food or weapons they could of taken they did. Then they razed it, burning it down to the ground, as the town watched in shock and disbelief, knowing the next blow was to fall on them.
Ryu started his work by fire arrows, with the masses of thatch roofs and wooden building where useless to stop the menacing tide of fire, many where killed as they slept, others where sucked into the fire storm created, others died of oxygen loss. Ryu didn't matter which way they lost their life, as long as they where dead. The outer defences where in chaos, so much so Ryu launched his men forward, adding to the confusing as they hacked and pillaged their way through, having their way with the citizens. Ryu then himself galloped into the town, his armour glinting on the flames. "Bona di kyul'i" he remarked, not being phased by the sheer scale of death and destruction, as his men heaved the bodies into the fires, the smell of burning flesh clogging nostrils, lingering around every corner of the town. Kitya then joined in, her heavy infantry proving critical on the oncoming battle, the men then tried to storm the inner defences, which was resisted with an animal like ferocity, as the Adrûls knew its was either die, or die fighting, yet the ongoing tide of Erodas troops poured into the chokepoints, using their numbers and brute forces to penetrate their way deeper into the town.
Ryu and Kitya soon met up in the mist of the chaos, "Vurk hüri" shouted Ryu, over the noises of death and chaos, "Vurk Ryu, hûz'ûzal aki hak?" She replied, almost having to scream due to the nature of her voice. "Yut" He grinned, and put his arm around his sister, doing an act of compassion that juxtaposed their surroundings.
The inner defences where systematically cleansed of defenders, with acts of brutality scattering the town, as Ryu and Kitya stood in the open yard, outside the Keep, the last hurrah of Adrûl, inwhich their House leader brooded. Ryu's men where exhausted, as he sent most back to the outer defences to rest and kill any remaining people, as Kitya and her heavy infantry stayed by his side, with the only barrier being the heavy ancient metal door, which had never been broke into, but it didn't have to be, as the door shuddered to an open, displacing dust, causing a temporary lack of visual, as cries of "DE ADRÛL" filled the air, as the two sides clashed, with Erodas troops being hit hard off guard, but quickly being able to stabilise, they fight descended into chaos, as the Adrûls with spirit but exhausted fought on, easily being felled, as Ryu placed his feet inside the Keep, flanked by Kitya and 30 men.
SLASH
Ryu stood still, as Kitya looked at him, his amour has been pierced, and his body was mutilated by a sword, dripping with his blood, as it got pulled back, Ryus body crashed onto the floor, as as Kitya charged forwards, her sword smashing against the house leader, knocking if out of his grasp, as she hack of his head, bending over and picking up his helmet, taking of Laurels of Adrûl, and placing it on herself "Ki az kir lataer nu" she barked at the cowering people inside, as the infantry poured in, finishing of them. The walls, charcoaled and darkened, pouring with blood of both side, the town was set ablaze, lasting for major days, as the keep was destroyed, Kâz-Ru was no more, and Adrûl belonged to Kitya. Their army surrendered to her, and proclaimed her the new ruler of Adrûl, calling of the new age, the age of peace, with its capital of Kâz-Titru, she was called their for her coronation to cement her new status.
Light creeped it's way around the walls, as Kitya sat in her new bed, her eyes heavy and tired, as she felt the silk sheets caresses her skin. She limped up tired, and shuffled over to the window. She smiled as she saw in the background children playing, and peace that has recently been brought. A guard walked in with a great decorative armour with them, bowing and leaving. She limped over, running her hands over the smooth white steel, Ryu was dead, but she was now the House leader of Adrûl, and the war, suffering and carnage was over but at what price was it to have been payed. Slowly she dressed, putting it on the armour, smiling at herself in the mirror never had wore anything as beautiful before, as three guards walk in, "Ke urt gaheaz?"
—lore—
Motto:Xøa de Bytaro, xøa de Büdul, xøa de keysulv! (Love for Earth, love for King, you for yourself!)
Capital : Dözaro
Official languages:
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Bytazia
Ethinic groups:
- Bytaziai
Xadryian
Denonym:Bytaziai
Government:Monarchy, with a council of the three houses
Head of state: Biyûl Veikont
Houses:
- House of Adrûl - Yaro Vali - Red
House of Erodas - Yara Biyu - Yellow
House of Anurov - Bauy Darzuo - Blue
Population:750,000
Military Size:82,500
Currency:Bytaziai Ingot
History - houses - ring - wizard
Religion
The main religion in Bytazia is Arkanathianism, it has 5 gods, one of war, death, fate, life, and one chief god. It has a few principles, they believe that:
- There is a higher power who sets out the fate of every person before they are born. (God of fate)
- The higher power cannot be seen while you are alive, but when you die you enter a paradise, greeted by the higher power in which they take a human/humanoid form. Many Bytaziai like to imagine the higher powers into humanoid forms.
- The higher power cannot help at all situations, yet in many it can, it needs devotion (praying twice a day, one in morning one at night, it doesn't matter which, apart from in war)
- If you deviate from the religion then you shall be thrown away, and give years of bad luck, your offspring will forever be cursed, and illegitimate!
States
Bytazia is split into three main states/administration zones, they are known as the Puonz da di Rua, Puonz da di Talioz, Puonz da di Pilz. Puonz da di Rua is primarily along the coast, it spreads into Adrûl and Anurov land, it is flat, perfect for Cavarly engagements which is why there are many small forts, to break up deep Cavarly charges and to slow them down. Puonz da di Talionz spreads from Anurov to Erodas, it is hillier that Puonz da dub Rua, and along the border there are many sharp rock formations and strong holds and is more suited for a defensive army. It is the second biggest state. Puonz da di Pilz spreads through Erodas and Adrûl, it is also more suited for infantry engagements, and also Archer, it also houses the dread Bal Büdul, strong hold of the Iron king, guarded by the Housekeepers, if you try and invade, all have failed, it boasts the strongest defences in Bytazia, and some may also say the world.
Key
- Orange = Puonz da di Pilz
Green = Puonz da di Rua
Purple = Puonz da di Talionz
White = Bal Büdul
Military
In Bytazia, the military is taken extremely seriously, with all men serving years at the arms, and also many women being trained in basic combat skills. Their basis of the military is a strong elite corps, surrounded by skirmishers and a strong hard hitting cavalry presence, and they take massive emphasis in the equipment employed and worn by each soldier. They give each soldier basic armour, and if they show their skill set, they can progress further on, going into the more elite parts, like the Housekeepers, the most elite force, loyal only to the king and it is said that 100 of them have the skill of 1000 normal men.
Adrûl:
- Militia - 8,000
N.Infantry - 14,000
N.Archer - 1,500
N.Cavarly - 1,000
H.Infantry - 4,000
H.Archer - 1,000
H.Cavarly - 500
Ranger - 400
Total - 30,400
Erodas:
- Militia - 7,000
N.Infantry - 7,000
N.Archer - 4,500
N.Cavarly - 1,000
H.Infantry - 2,000
H.Archer - 2,000
H.Cavarly - 1,500
Ranger - 500
Total - 25,500
Anurov:
- Militia - 5,000
N.Infantry - 9,000
N.Archer - 3,000
N.Cavarly - 3,000
H.Infantry - 2,000
H.Archer - 3,000
H.Cavarly - 1,000
Ranger - 500
Total - 26,500
Denado, Kappan, Loftegen 2, and Leonism
Not incompatible. North Korea has been able to make a weird blend of the two.
Although at what point can be considered properly a crypto monarchy, a communist dictatorship, both or neither, I think is a point only valid to discuss for Pol Sci students while drunk. Or otherwise it will degenerate in a fruitless flamewar.
Loftegen 2 and La Xinga
Sorry about that! I was caught up in exams and it slipped my mind. It will take me a few days to write a post due to my schedule about to be blown apart cuz I’m starting school again on Thursday and that will take a priority followed be work. But. If I wrote that in 31 days I’m sure I won’t disappoint!
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