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|1.||The Holy Empire of God Rotia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Universal Nature is the only certainty”|
|2.||The Republic of Biddenew||New York Times Democracy||“Alliterateure?”|
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Forestavia and Arabian estates i suspect the reason why your flags are not showing up on the interactive map is because they are not in the right format or size but ive check the link on the rest and its the same thing so other than those reasons i dont get why its not working on yours
You could write books for real if you wanted to. Your post felt like reading a legit novel.
A land known to the outside world for two things. It's inhospitable environment, and those that manage to thrive in it. The inhabitants of this hellish land, racked by volcanic activity and rains of ashes are well adapted to it, and indeed, thrive in the alien environment.
There are three peoples who live within the borders of the ashen land - The Ashen Elves, the most populous race within the borders, and the only true race of elves within. They're known for being very tall, very strong, and very immune to heat. Any ashen elf can wade through lava while shaping glowing white steel with their bare hands. To them, any heat short of the surface of the sun dosen't even register. They are naturally very strong and have thick skin that makes them excellent natural warriors.
The second most are simple humans, somewhat warped by the magical air of the place that makes this land of constant volcanism to exist. They look like any other human, but they have heat resistance similar to that of the Elves.
Finally, there are the fireborn, humans and elves who have gone through a special ritual that has given them fantastic power and an unparalleled resistance to heat of both extremes. They make up a sort of ruling caste, serving as a de facto government that keeps the various city-states of the elves and humans from falling into the constant turmoil that used to be the norm.
Also got rid of the Resource map
I had been tracking the Maukkaulr vessel for a number of days as it went down the strait till finally it got into the minor sea, where it would head for the Nabera Ocean. However, on route it made a stop of the Prison island known as Plateau Prison. The problem was up until now I had been able to follow the vessel unseen by the use of Dragon back and following high in the air and at a distance. This tactic would not work when it came to tracking the vessel near Plateau Prison. Simply due to the security in place there, which often involved Wyvern flights around the perimeter of the island. Furthermore, there was always at least one warship stationed near the Prison Island just encase. Not that the Empire ever worried about escaped convicts, as the entire prison was built on a volcanic island in the middle of a boiling lake. With a fort on the above the boiling lake with soldiers that could be sent to aid those guarding the prison and also to supply food using a unique transport system.
Ultimately as a Talon I could just “pay the prison a vist” and that motive wouldn’t be questioned. But that would give away my observation of the Maukkaulr vessel, after being undecided for what was twenty minutes or more. I took out a mirror from my saddle bag and held it up and said “Captain of Plateau Prison” after a secound my imagine was replaced by what seemed to be an elderly Leopard.
“This is Captain Zaralu“
“Greeting Captain, I am Talon Reydi you have a Maukkaulr vessel docked at your island; why?”
The Captain cocked his head to the side slightly then replied
“They have the proper authorisation to deliver some supplies we requested from their nation. Specifically a certain type of medicine.”
“I see, after that are they heading to the ocean or returning to their nation?”
“They have authorisation to continue to the ocean... why?”
“We have had reports that there is a person of interest on that vessel now or soon will be”
“I see, we are monitoring their crew and have checked their ship, everything seems in order. Now unless you have something else Elf then I have to getting back to work?”
With that I put mirror back in my saddle pack and mused about what he had said. Ultimately there was only a few more stops that ship could go to pick up our person of interest before heading out of Parakkan Territory. Unless they wouldn’t pick up the person of interest till after their mission.... if that was the case and it could be as our Intel never said when they would get their guest. It could be months before they might be back. I decided to follow them for the next few days and if they leave Parakkan territory then I would contact command and see what they wanted me to do.
The Imperial City of Ǫng Désþíl Kvóuerǫ́ƀųrrd́ǥæi, 15,342 years before current day. Continuing directly from previous post.
Ánáyæʀ walked through the great capital city, her boot clad feet making light stamping noises as they impacted the smooth white tiles of the streets. She couldn’t help but look about, her mouth agape as she took in the sights. The throngs of people moving about their day. Shopping in the market, moving from building to building. Occasionally she had to make way for a farmer and his cart, delivering various goods to the vendors in the city.
She couldn’t help but let out another giddy little laugh. She was after all, quite excited to be here. In her youth she had heard stories of the great things that one could find in the city. Well, more accurately, she heard fantastical and amazing stories of the great Island of L’Auðór, and of the amazing things that one could find on it.
She had come from a farming family. They weren’t exactly impoverished, but they couldn’t hope to live in the cities. Especially not their more fantastical and prosperous cities. Everyone all throughout the empire knew of course, the stories of the island, and many an elven child wished to one day visit to see if the stories were true.
To her knowledge, they hadn’t been really. They’d been rather embellished but even still. The geography was beautiful, even more so than some of the other places that she’d been to in the empire. The many fjords that lined the island, providing an effective natural barrier against invaders were more than just picturesque, they were otherworldly. What with the plants that one could scarce find elsewhere. And the myriad ancient structures that dotted the landscape, even the ones that had fallen into disrepair and eclipsed by the ones that were maintained. They were all so beautiful and mysterious.
She had spent no small amount of time exploring some of them, hunting for artefacts and inscriptions. Most of the time she turned up nothing, either nothing had been there, worn away by the passage of time. Or they had been picked clean ages ago by other people. But she was hopeful, and besides, she enjoyed the hunting through the ruins. Even ones that had been explored, documented and left afterwards. They all posed something interesting to her. Even if it was just speculation about what the place may have been like in it’s height.
Despite all the ancient ruins dotting the land, not much was known about who created them. Although no small amount of inscriptions and artefacts had been found. Not a lick of their language had been deciphered. All that was known, was that they named the island of L’Auðór, likely having co-existed with the elves at one point. Perhaps they were elves themselves, a precursor to the pale elves. Or maybe something else entirely. It wasn’t known, much like almost everything else from that far flung era, lost to the anauls of time.
She just shook her head and continued on towards her destination. The great library of the city was often called the Royal Library. Although that wasn’t entirely true, the real royal library was within the palace grounds, and really, couldn’t hold a candle to the Great
Library. To all accounts that were knowledgeable, the great library or Ǥjøþasbø̨plæź as it was called.
She hummed a song she had heard a minstrel singing in a tavern the night before. She didn’t know the name, and was barely aware of the words. But it had a nice, upbeat and catchy rhythm to it. That was enough for her really, besides, it was stuck in her head. She continued her humming as she walked through the streets. The sound of her whitewood stave tapping against the white stones and silver filling of the street occasionally rung out over the din of the crowd.
The staff went, announcing her presence more than even her great height could. Even amongst the towering height seen in most pale elves, she stood out. She stood at roughly 224cm (about 7’4), looking not unlike a flagpole with how slender she was. Her silvery-white hair cascaded down her back, flowing in the wind lightly.
She got a few looks from passersby and from the vendors in the various stalls. After all, who wouldn’t take a second look at her. She couldn’t help but smile slightly as she continued on her way, the library in the distance in sight. Some of the spires that the Ǥjøþasbø̨plæź was famous for stretching high into the sky, dwarfing all but the temples on the temple hill.
Some time passed and she found herself at the grand staircase to the library. Massive, semi-circular steps stretched out and up in front of her, leading to a massive porch. Lined with ornate, fluted marble columns with quite decorative capitals and bases. And directly from the centre of the great stairs were the doors. Massive bronze affairs both of them were. Beaten into shape and then painstakingly carved with thousands of inscriptions and depictions. They showed scenes from their mythology all over. Showing stories of gods and demigods, monsters and their slayers.
She couldn’t help but pause and take in the glory that was the great doors of the library. She had heard stories of the works of art that made up the very structure of the building, but never had she imagined it being like this. The whole building had taken hundred of years to construct, thousands of workers had toiled for years upon years to construct it so perfectly. Shaping the artwork and carefully placing each peace perfectly in place.
The sheer work that had gone into the library really did show, upon closer inspection Ánáyæʀ couldn’t spot a single out of place chisel mark. Not a single dent from a hammer nor wear from a rope. Perhaps magic had been used in the construction of it. Or perhaps hundreds of hours of manual labour went into each slab that made up the walls and floors. Likely, both had occured. As had with the city that she was currently standing in.
She sighed contently after a few more minutes of admiration towards the beautiful structure. Then she slowly pushed the heavy bronze doors open. Or she would have, had they have been anywhere near as heavy as she had expected. They swung open as if they weighed as much as a wooden tavern door. But there was no way that they could have been that light naturally. Not even if it was just the thinnest of bronze spread over wood, or even hollow. No, it had to have been magically altered so that it could be opened without titanic effort.
She nodded in approval at the work that had gone into this and she stepped inside, the doors silently swinging shut behind her. However, she barely noticed, as she was too busy being taken aback by the grandeur of the the foyer that she had stepped into!
To be continued…
Autumn, year 1530.The Royal Chambers, Royal Palace at Frøsnstóll. Continuing from the previous post.
Queen Yngvǫr sat within her chambers, upon a comfortable chair that she had specifically chosen for that reason. She always felt obliged to specify that because it was a rather ugly chair, at least by royal standards. And it really did not lend well to the décor of the room that it was contained within. It was quite stuffed with duck down, and had soft yet tough fabric making up it’s main material. The material it was composed of was some sort of enchanted yarn, spun and created magically in such a way that no hand could ever hope to mimic. As a result, it was incredibly comfortable, but as said before, hopelessly ugly by royal standards. But Yngvǫr never had been a traditionalist.
Sitting atop a table next to her was a silver tray with various goods on it. A porcelain teapot, painted with beautiful and ornate violet designs, matching tea cups, and a few trays of food sat atop the tray. Steam slowly drifted from the neck of the teapot, filling the air with a sweet and spicy smell. The foods on the tray were varied. From a few pastries from the town nearby, to more savoury treats. There were even foods from the abyssal elves’ underground cities, and from far off lands.
She sat with a book in hand, well in hand was not quite correct. It sat upon her lap, some of it’s pages pressing against her flesh where her garment did not cover her skin. She liked wearing these kinds of traditional clothes, as immodest as they were, they were quite comfortable. She supposed, when it came to certain departments, she could have been considered a traditionalist!
A few minutes passed and a snow elven woman walked in. Even for a snow elf she was short, standing at 149cm (4’11”) even Yngvǫr, who was no giant herself at 156 towered over her. The short woman wore an outfit that mimicked the queen’s but was of less fanciful quality than Yngvǫr’s garment. The queen smiled at the woman who had just walked in, her eyes gaining a twinkle of familiarity about them.
“Ąh, Ágæðíʀ!” She chirped, a slight blush growing in her face.
The servant girl gave a weak smile and a silent nod, pouring the queen a cup of the fragrant and spicy tea.
“Hąllø mįnfréýja” (Hello Mistress) She said weakly, with a somewhat shuddering smile. She then handed the cup of tea to the queen, who took it with some earnest. She sipped from it then smiled at her handmaiden.
“Það ãr fræbærð.” (It’s great) She chirped again, still smiling at the handmaid. She simply blushed in return and sat in a chair next to the queen.
“Þákka þér fýrir mįnfréýja” (Thank you mistress) Ágæðíʀ smally said in response to the queen. Yngvǫr smiled and opened her mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a messenger knocking on the door.
“Míndrǫsníng, þé sjólæylv sęndíhjerá ãr hyár.”(My Queen the sea elven diplomat is here) The queen sighed and nodded, dismissing the messanger she stood up and looked somewhat regretfully at the handmaid and the tray.
“Ąnnąðtímiað.” (Another time)She said simply and walked off back to the throne room to talk with the dignitaries.
After our time spent at the Prison island known as Plateau Prison. I was glad to be finally heading to our main destination Nebera Ocean or at least that was what i thought we were doing until the captain of the ship walked up to me this morning "We are heading to pick up a passenger at the City of Jaan then we will be returning home" the captain had told me. He was a tall muscular Elekraundk with a seriously bad temper. I had looked at him and stammered "I thought we were heading out to the Ocean and then on to Cerallia?" The Captain looked at me at that like i was a gullible fool. "Afraid not Neet" he said then continued in a the type of tone of an adult explaining something to a child "As you know only Maukkaulr who are part of the Merchant Guild are allowed to apply for access throw Parakkan Waters, hence why you are here. Really we are picking up a passenger and some cargo then going home." I had looked at him for a moment feeling used and slightly annoyed, then replied "who is the passenger?" At this the Captain looked slightly nervous but replied "His name is Exne.... Im sure you have heard it. But it has been decided by our King its time to consider retaking the Empire and we need him to do it"
I had simply stared at him. Exne was a Snow Tiger Parakkan who had once served the Emperor until he tried to kill him and take over the Empire. Due to the assassination attempt failing he fled the Empire and hasnt been seen in over 5 years. I finally had regained my composure and said "I thought he has a bounty on his head?" the Captain looked a little nervous at that remark "He has and if the Talons find out about him then we are as good as dead." With that he simply turned away, and had left me there brewing about Exne and what our King wanted with him.
OOC: *sighs* One of these days I hope that I'll have the time, attention span, and focus to return to roleplay. I still want to finish that whole Senate decision between High Councillor Park and High Councillor Sharp. One of these days maybe. It's been a long, long time but I still haven't forgotten.
"High Councillor the Senate is gathering to make the decision. The Coronation process begins today. You and Councillor Park are to remain away from the Senate building for the next 24 hours. You think it's going to be you or Park?"
"It doesn't matter who they choose. If they don't pick me I'm going to take a long vacation to Gateway City." She was thinking of the one who left her.
"Sounds nice, your Excellency. But there's something else."
"Our newest ship has gone missing."
"Missing, General?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, that is correct, your Excellency." He stuttered slightly over the words.
"Do you know how many trees we cut down to create that ship? That was are largest ship in the entire fleet! That ship had the largest sails of any ship yet created by Forestavia."
The General gulped. "We can deploy the entire navy to search for it."
"Yes! That would be nice. Find my ship."
"Captain, we're entering into a thick veil of fog."
"Steady as she goes."
The ship drifted smoothly into the mist and then....