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Post by Alex on Apr 15, 2016 7:56:50 GMT
Unspeakable Anger
Summer, 842 YP We want to find our realm, to find our place in a world often too overwhelming, to hold onto a sense of order in one little corner of a world that is oft too big and too uncontrollable... The hope is that we might find peace after a life of trials. Yet, it can never come to that, for peace is not a place whether it be lined by hedges or by high walls. The greatest king with the grandest army in the most impenetrable fortress is not necessarily a man at peace. Far from it, for the irony of it all is that the acquisition of such material wealth can, and will work against any hope of true serenity. But beyond the physical there lies yet another form of unrest, one that neither the king nor the peasant can escape. Even that great king, even the simplest beggar will, at times, be full of the unspeakable anger which haunts us all. And I do not mean a rage so great that it cannot be verbalized but rather a frustration so elusive and permeating that one can find no words for it. It is the quiet source of irrational outbursts, the perpetrator of temper. It is a curse.And so it was as the Serene Doge cast his gaze over the skyline of Vinaya from one of the many balconies of the Magistrate's Palace. His thoughts tumbling within a swirl of emotion as his tight grip of the stone balustrade turned his hands a pale white. What was he, a coward for calling surrender before blood had been spilled? A fool for calling to fight a hopeless war against an insurmountable foe? Was he as Doge to the benefit of anyone? Osvald continued to stumble into that dark, dangerous void of hate, not for himself even if ill thoughts still assailed him, but for those out there beyond the border. Those fiends in their thousands who lurked in the darkness. Below, the final wagons bearing stone and wood in their tonnes slowly rattled along the cobblestone as they left for New Byrnis. A sacrifice made among many in the name of peace. Three Seasons had passed since the remnants of the Vinayan fleet, a single Race-Built Galleon, had returned to port with a wide-eyed and frightened crew having fought a shattering defeat against Jotun Raiders off the coast of Vinaya. In that same season, villagers and miners had flocked to the capital for refuge as their homes became the battleground for yet another defeat at the hands of the Jotun as levies and noble-born alike were cut down in defense of their homes. Not a season had passed since the signing of the crippling peace negotiations in Dovwynn. All under his watch. It was beyond his control, the ambitions of others cannot be so easily alluded to. He could not have known! The Doge resolved, no, no this was not his fault. It was they, those who would hold their holy book in one hand, sprouting it's verses while holding a blade to your throat with the other. While peace reigned for the time being, how long could that fragile state last? |
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Post by zurajai on Apr 16, 2016 17:17:54 GMT
It was in the midst of the summer that a caravan of unknown origin arrived at the Serene Republic's borders and soon found its way to the city of Vinaya proper. The banners it bore were certainly unknown to the Vinayan guards who had first spotted them and soon the guards at the wall were abuzz with a mix of fear and curiosity; it seemed, as they had seen from over the wall, that the caravan had teeth. The travelling party was not just some small group of merchants or even a large group at that but instead an armed convoy of several thousand strong. As they arrived at the walls and finally were called to halt by the Serene Republic's own military forces they officially made their identity and intentions known.
"Hail to the great Serene Republic of Vinaya, the marvelous jewel of the New Eshar-Lucentian Crown!" came the voice of the hosts herald, flanked by two banner bearers, "I speak for my lord, the esteemed Master Abramo Drago, Last Master of the Lucentian Freekorps! With our great host comes with us the spoils of our numerous conquests since the fall of the great city of Lucentia. In my Masters good will he has seen fit to deliver unto you these numerous riches as gifts to swear his good intentions and assuage all fears of our purposes here! This great city remains the only true city of Great Lucentia left in the world and we would, once more, serve Her in any way we can! If your wise Doge would have us, my Master and all who serve him will be at the command of the Great Republic of Vinaya!"
SUMMARY
-- The Lucentian Freekorps, the semi-religious military arm of the old Lucentian Republic and renowned mercenaries from ages past, has appeared before the city of Vinaya baring gifts and offering their service to Vinaya under Master Abramo Drago.
-- If accepted into service the Lucentian Freekorps will be officially under the command of Vinaya, the pious mercenaries asking for no pay beyond that of an ordinary professional soldier, a place to stay, and food in their bellies. By doing so, Vinaya gains the ability to hire more Freekorps from the traditional barracks. Lucentian Freekorps (300 Musketeers, 100 Shock, 100 Pikes/Gunpowder) The famed and feared elite mercenaries and professional soldiery of the old Lucentian Republic. Inspires Esharan Allies / Excellent Morale / Excellent Cohesion / Resistant to Charges / Very Effective in Melee / Medium Armor (1 Iron Slot)
-- In order to prove their good intentions, Abramo Drago has seen fit to offer the spoils of their numerous conquests throughout the last near half-century of Imperial domination of the North; Three thousand tonnes of the finest wood, three thousand tonnes of the finest stone, and fifteen thousand jien.
-- If accepted into service the Lucentian Freekorps will act as professional troops for Vinaya as well as provide the services of their Master, Abramo Drago (General/Warrior) and the renowned explorer Giacomo the Third (Explorer/Merchant).
-- The Lucentian Freekorps and its Master may carry unspoken expectations or requests in the future for the Doge.
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