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written Sunday, December 28 2003 13:31
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"Here it is, gentlemen -- the prize we've been after for the whole of the civil war." "Heh. Who'da thunk that a simple peasant like me woulda seen the Imperial capital?" Those words stung Hugo deep inside. He knew Kylen had no legitimacy as Emperor, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Even most of his own faction thought of Gideon Ironclad as the Emperor. No more, he thought. Ironclad was still in the city, and it would fall in minutes. The first gate guard of the Imperial city was struck by an arrow flung by a hasty Kylenian soldier. Then came a sea of arrows, into and over the city walls, with fire discipline the Aizoan Imperial Army would have discipline. The war has made soldiers out of even Kylen's men, General Hugo thought. Then he saw him. "Karadas! What in God's name is he doing alive?" He wasn't the only person who thought that. The majority of the Kylenians had been operating under the assumption that Hugo and Kylen's magi had killed Karadas so thoroughly that there wasn't enough left of him to bury. That assumption shattered, many of the soldiers dropped their bows and ran. Not enough, though -- the Kylenian steamroller drove into the Ironclad imperial city... ... "Hugo! At long last, General Hugo is before me!" Karadas thanked the fates for their generosity and rode with his elites into the crowd of Kylenian troops. Quite a few broke down and ran at the sight of General Karadas charging them. Hugo was infuriated beyond belief. "Cur! It ends here!" Without missing a beat, Karadas lobbed a bottle of something fizzing into the crowd of Kylenian troops. A blast of fire and smoke; horses and men writhed on the ground, but neither Hugo nor his were among them. "Coward!", Hugo shrieked, his sword in the air, charging his rival. It was then that Karadas saw, much to his horror, Gideon Ironclad riding out of the Imperial headquarters with two guards. "Gods damn it, no!" He barked an order, and his men went to pursue the Emperor. So did a cadre of Kylenians. "No! It can't b--" Searing pain shot through him as the sword ripped into his leg. More calmly than any other man would have, he assessed the damage: he didn't seem to be losing too much blood, but there was an uncomfortably jarring feeling in the leg that indicated it was broken. He grimaced involuntarily. Odds were bad that he'd ever move at more than a brisk walk again. He had a choice. General Hugo was a masterful tactician, but he was no fighter; he left himself wide open. If Karadas wanted to, he could kill him on the spot, but it'd take him quite a bit out of the way... He threw his sabre, and there was shrieking, inhuman cry as General Hugo's horse collapsed in a writhing pile. In the few seconds it took for the Kylenians to regroup, Karadas was already on his way to try and rescue the Emperor. ... "Sir, I'm afraid that he got out of the city. But it may well do the Ironcladians worse that he did; we have several confirmed surrenders and deaths from the best Ironcladian generals. The only man who can tell his ass from a hole in the ground in the entire Ironcladian army seems to be General Karadas." "With the wound I gave him, unless he finds a damn good priest, Gideon is going to need another professional ass detector." The colonel smirked. "And we've also captured a good portion of the Ironclads' archives. It's also a morale-significant victory; plenty of Ironclad guerillas have surrendered because they felt it was their only choice, with Karadas in the north and Ironclad on the run." "Well, Colonel, let me be the first, but not the last, to ask: What now? The Ironcladians are going to fade into the scenery, sure as hell, unless the Gods themselves intervene in their favor. What does that leave?" "Well, Kylen's plan of Empire does suggest that we could cooperate with the Solarans to a degree..." "Yeah, but to what degree? You mark my words, the war is going to become three-way before long, and then what will we do? What CAN we do?" The colonel shrugged pointedly. "What about the Aizoan Imperial Army? Why can't we cut a deal with them?" Blank silence. "Colonel Hawthorne, you are a genius. Why didn't I think of that before?" "Well, there is the obvious problem of their being in Aizo and our being here..." "Which is why we need to go and get them. I have a war to fight here; there's only one General Hugo to go around. You, there's plenty of colonels -- there'll be no problem replacing your post here. Go see Kylen with a plan to rope the Aizoans onto our wagon -- he'll be unopposable as Emperor if you can pull it off." ... -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 28 2003 12:35
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quote:When miserable, slovenly console fanboys argue, the baby Jesus cries. [ Sunday, December 28, 2003 12:35: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 28 2003 03:17
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"So, Keimen, tell me why you are here." "I... uh, I'm here because you brought me here, Kylen, sir." "Emperor Kylen. Exalted sir. And that's part of what I've brought you here for." "What? Not recognizing you as Emperor? I assure you, SAFT recognizes all Imperial candidates equally." "I certainly didn't bring you into my court to lie to me, Keimen. You have been blatantly favoring the Ironcladder scum." "What?" "The shipment of weapons we picked up here --" Kylen made a well-rehearsed gesture to a stretch of ocean where the Kylenians had swept through too fast or too quiet for the SAFT's normally dextrous ships to avoid them -- "...are certainly not the first." "His money is as golden as yours, sir." "Exalted sir, damn you!... I don't intend to push the respect issue any farther. I'm sure you know what came of our threats to embargo SAFT. Well, I'm not afraid to admit it was a bluff. But now I'm here to present you with an ultimatum: If you do not immediately cease shipments of arms to the Ironcladder forces, we will formally charge the SAFT with piracy." Keimen begins giving yipping laughter. Then he stops suddenly. "Charges of piracy. Against the SAFT. You know how catastrophically stupid that would sound, don't you?" "That would constitute the first legal attack on the organization since the civil war began. Imperial law has never condoned piracy, Kiemen. Which means that once my comrades from Aizo arrive, whether or not they side with me, will rid the world of you miserable wretches." "But..." "But me no buts, Kiemen. You may take this to your cap'n, or your adm'ral, or whatever the devil you thieves call your master. Tell him -- or is it her? I never could remember or much care -- what I have told you, and that I intend to keep my promises." Kiemen scurries out of the room. -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, December 26 2003 22:46
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You missed an important subtlety -- they both TRIED to kill Karadas. Ardek just badly injured him, and Hugo assassinated Ardek by mistake. The time has gotten on -- and besides General Hugo's brief dissapearance and reappearance significantly frustrated, the Kylenians haven't really done much. Until now. From the ocean, the Kylenians came, seemingly out of nowhere. And they weren't just raiding, either; with brigands and corsairs granted clemency under an act of Emperor Kylen I, they were able to force control of all the major waterways on the Ironclad coast within days. And then came the marines. From the Laurent River (OOC: far southeastern river) they poured by the thousands. The guerilla rebellions steaming under the near-control of the newly-promoted General Karadas suddenly exploded into center-stage. All they needed was a good push to put the majority of the continent under Kylen's control, and thus put the chances of the Kylen Plan occurring into the levels that would lead to it being proposed. (OOC: The Kylen Plan is good and public now, so here's how it goes: A constitution (written by Kylen, of course) protects the Empire from actions of any given Emperor -- the first recognition of rights of the nation outside of those of the Imperial head, and probably the basis for transition from despotism to monarchy; A split empire, with an inferior (and, as things are going, likely Solaran) Grand Duke in Aizo answering to an Emperor -- and perhaps smaller dukes answering to that Grand Duke; And, finally, a Kylenian imperial dynasty. The plan is obviously difficult to swallow for either the despotic Ironcladians or the Solarans, who obviously do not want to be consigned to an inferior role if they have any choice. But if the Kylenians gain too much power in Pralgrad...) ... "Hugo! Everywhere I look, Hugo!" The word had become like the most foul profanity to General (at last!) Karadas, and it tasted like ashes in his mouth. He couldn't make it to Emperor Ironclad's court, even if news of his new rank had reached him. His forces were more and more isolated by the stronger guerillas along the rivers; now a Kylenian incursion threatened to stop even that. His men were tired and hungry, and the winter was swift approaching; and yet if he abandoned this fight, he felt as if the entire Ironclad dynasty would be stricken a blow it would never recover of. And he would be, too. He would always be remembered as a fool who retreated too often; he longed for glorious death in combat at times, to wash the filth of his past defeats off of him. But he was not the sort of fool that would take a division into hell with him. Which was why he had to take all the horse troops he could spare and leave the guerilla rebels to their own devices. When Hugo made his vaunted 'cracking blow', he would be there to kill him. He might not defeat the Kylenians -- if the Emperor had been lax enough to leave the Imperial city too undefended, he could not defeat the Kylenians -- but he'd kill General Hugo if it were the last thing he did. Tomorrow's ride would be harder, but soon he would be in the Imperial City, and see for himself how the war had changed the core of Pralgadian civilization. ... Ilai Hugo had never much cared for boats. They tossed and turned too much for him, and the fights were thoroughly unpleasant. The looks on the faces of the captains he had captured so far when they heard that General Hugo would hear their surrender was almost worth the whole miserable trip. The look on the face of Gideon godforsaken Ironclad would make the last few years all worth it. He gave a seasick grin at the banks of the Laurent, and not only for the calm water of the river. ... [ Friday, December 26, 2003 23:04: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Forgemaster -- the Geneforge game. *shrugs heavily* I'm counting on BoG. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Reality Corp does not tolerate hindustani heresy!!! -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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And for those of you who really do not give a damn one way or the other, Happy Friday! -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Yeah, KST. KST. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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The 27th item in my playlist. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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And a very happy Boxing Day m'yit be. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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quote:To be fair, it's Empire-idiomatic anyway; their equivalent of the finger or that silly gesture involving both arms you Europeans use :P -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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And a very joyous Xolotaxu's Day to all y'all. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 23 2003 23:31
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KST. I don't see anything wrong with my playlist... [ Tuesday, December 23, 2003 23:40: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, December 23 2003 23:15
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"By the Emperor, the Kylenians are slow today, ain't they?" "Yeah, sure are." Ardek lied rather easily; he had seen action against barbarians who were slower than the Kylenians on a good day. On a bad day... he shuddered. The other man snickered. "You don't believe a word of it, do you." "Can't say I do, nope." "I can tell from your accent that you're a plant. Garn, tell me y'ain't." Ardek stammers a bit, and catches himself. "...To a degree. See, we have an exchange program, ya know." "Oh? Tell me about it -- bein' just a local farmer, I ain't heard nothin'." "Well, it's something of a euphemism. Down -- ah, up -- north, the local resistance is mostly merchants. I'm from a mercantile family -- Aizoan originally, and I went to fight for the Emperor when the chance came up." The peasant nodded. "And what brings you so far south?" "The commander up there is no Karadas, lemme tell you. He makes enemies easily, and I was one of them. I asked to be sent down to attach with Karadas, and that request was granted. And here I am, fighting for the Emperor's glory in the heat of the action." "Huh - last I heard, most of the irregulars up that-a-ways got slaughtered real recently." Ardek looked frankly at the farmboy-turned-rebel. Was he really well-fixed enough in the grapevine to know that the massacre that would have killed anyone of the description he gave occurred too soon for him to get here? "You are one lucky sumbish, y'hear?" Ardek consciously avoided sighing with relief. In retrospect, he really didn't need to. "Yeah. Sure am." He bought it. Too close. Soon, his chance would come anyway. ... "If that 'merchant' thinks I bought it for a second, the Ironclad military must be more thoroughly stocked with idiots than I thought." "You got that damn right, Eirens. An 'exchange program'? What the hell kind of guerilla could go out of the field with vital information, especially if the commander has a chip on his shoulder for him?" "Well, in any case, I think he's on to us. You got the spell ready?" "Yeah. Tomorrow's the day of a big strike on our forces, and the damn fool Karadas plans to ride into battle with them. I shoot whoever's riding his horse and we get the hell out of Imperius." "And what do I do?" "I've made a special wand for you, Hugo. One shot of this will ruin a man's day, but not much else." The general frowns. "And why do I get this? I could do more damage with arrows." "If you can knock off two good arrows a second, I'd be more impressed with you than I am now." "Two a second? Wow. So this is the new weapon that they say the necromancers have been toying around with?" "You really are in the loop, aren't you, Hugo? I thought it was a pack of damn foolery, at any rate, and I think eventually they'll prove me right. Some day, every adventurer will carry one of these babies, and no one except students of arcane history will have HEARD of those infernal... what are they?" "Ruby skeletons." "Yeah, those." He scoffs. "At any rate, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow... sir." Ardek could hardly believe his ears. ... "So what the hell do you imply you're doing so far away from the other regulars, "Ardek"? This is irregular country, and..." "Would you cut the fodder for a second, Colonel Karadas? I'm telling you that there's going to be a man shooting at whoever rides this horse tomorrow. I heard every word." "Unless they're damned idiots, they're going to notice that whoever does isn't wearing my armor." "You... you have a point, Colonel. So you're going to switch horses AND armor with whatever sorry bastard you're most ready to lose." "Very well. I'll be wearing my dress armor and riding Halem's horse at the moment of truth -- you're to arrange this, and make sure no one who doesn't have to know finds out." "All right." Ardek smiled. He and he alone would have a clear shot at the rebellious, insolent Colonel Karadas. ... "All right, I've got sight of him. Typical -- riding into battle in shining armor and well-bred horse and all." "I can't... can't get him, sir. He's riding through too many trees -- we're liable to set the forest on fire and not do anything more than piss him off." "All right. I'll work on getting him distracted, then." General Hugo smashed spurs into his horse and started unloading charge after charge of the flame wand into the bulk of the Ironcladder irregulars... ... Ardek saw the bolts of fire. "Damnation! They're already hitting us with some kind of new weapon, si--" He slowly looked over to the man riding beside him and saw, in Colonel Karadas's dress armor, Halem. "Motherfu-- you brain-addled idiot! You didn't take my advice after all!" He charged after Colonel Karadas at full gallop, through the beams of fire, and came up beside him. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You're going to get yourself killed!" "You honestly think I was going to fall for that old trick? No one in the unit would have mourned Halem getting stabbed in the back, you damned incompetent!" Ardek shoved him off his horse in a fury, nearly tripping the horse in the process. Colonel Karadas hit the ground fast enough to smash half the bones in his body into paste. It was then that his horse sustained a ray wound. "Won't hurt Karadas none," he said as he mounted the fallen colonel's horse. Then the sun hit his face, open at last, as he went into the clearing at a gallop. He realized as the wash of searing heat hit him that his armor looked an awful lot like Karadas's, and he didn't realize much of anything after that. ... "We nailed him!" The mage whooped joyously, throwing heat rays into the fray of the Ironclad forces, who withdrew less a leader, in shock and confusion. The last, a limping soldier in fancy armor, threw a pinky-and-ring salute at the similarly whooping Kylenians as he bounded away as quickly as possible. "You think we should go after that one?" "Naw. What's one more farmboy whose daddy was a big knight going to hurt us?" General Hugo laughed heartily, and his mage followed suit. ... [ Tuesday, December 23, 2003 23:16: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Um, Exile's guards are harder than Geneforge's? I think someone has a skewed perspective here. :P -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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quote:Echoes, Pink Floyd. Much, much better. :P KST. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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(The Imperial city is in red on the map -- the red dot, not the red lines. It's in Kylenian territory, and its only port is riverine. That said, you might want to find a better headquarters for SAFT.) -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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"General Hugo, you nasty devil, you -- the news has already reached here about the guerilla campaign's successes." Successes was a term that carried a number of heavy, unspoken qualifications; the cavalry didn't lose as many as the guerillas did, but who cared about a few peasants in lands the Kylenians didn't have direct control over? That's how the theory went, anyway. "Good that it has. Things have gone well even beyond my expectations." 'Well' means that there had been enough casualties to enrage without demoralizing, and the guerilla war would go on even more steadfastly than before. "There is the problem of enemy agents, though." "Enemy agents are a particular problem, General?" "Indeed, exalted sir." The honorific was, as far as the hierarchy of royalty went, usually used on crown princes or grand dukes; not even Ironclad was arrogant enough to demand people start calling him 'supreme sir' as an Emperor would. "In particular, Colonel Karadas -- the deuced Ironcladders haven't named him any higher rank, even though he seems to be, for all practical purposes, in charge of the Ironclad irregulars in the south -- has been a thorn in our forces' side. He is not the inept fool that he seemed to be at Fortress Six; or if he is, he is only inept on defense. He is quite the guerilla." "And from you, that's no idle complement." Kylen nodded solemnly, as if reminding himself of something. "General Hugo, we've done a bit of digging, and we're going to give you a mage to go along with a small strikeforce you're going with to find and kill Karadas. You are looking for an irregular leader in guerilla country, so you are going to have to make yourselves out as Ironcladder forces. The mage should help this; he also knows a significant degree of combat magic. But I have a... special request to make of you." "Exalted sir?" "Karadas, if he is the man you say he is, cannot fall to a conventional attack. He is more than a symbol; he represents the whole leadership of the guerillas in Ironcladder lands, and a knife in the back would be too conventional. You need to blow his head off. I don't care how you do it, I don't care who you get to do it, but I care that, when they bury him, they'll have to inter his head in a jamjar. You understand me, Hugo?" Hugo nodded silently. It was something of a tall order; the sort of thing which could do something like what Kylen wanted wasn't quick or quiet, and he knew that much without an intimate understanding of magic. The mage would probably want to strangle Kylen with his bare hands once he found out. "Good. You'll find the mage in the Black Horse in Imperius three days from now at noon. It is a busy inn; you are to order a round of Low Country for the whole bar. The men I have chosen for you beforehand will make themselves obvious. Any others you deign to be good for this sort of mission you are on your own devices for, but I expect to have the guards at Fortress Two see you within two weeks; and take your time getting back. I have the utmost confidence in you. You are dismissed." General Hugo nodded solemnly and walked out of the meeting hall. ... "You know, I knew he'd go and pull something like this." "If you did, why didn't you do anything to stop it?" It was a perfectly valid question; one both the lieutenant- and brigadier-generals saw coming from a mile away. Lt-Gen Tolquen responded, "Because I agree with every word he said." Brig-Gen Ardek smiled and gave a wry chuckle. "You should be glad I'm not a traitor, sir. If I were anyone else, you'd have pips on your dress robes after a week, if you had dress robes at all." "And if you were anyone else, I wouldn't tell you what I have planned for Colonel Karadas, much less ask you to do it. He is a voice of reason, but one that poses a great danger to the security of the Empire, and of Emperor Ironclad." Ironclad men were, by and large, militarists; they worked on loyalty to the causes Ironclad liked, not on loyalty to Ironclad like Sol's men or Kylen's. A general of the other side in the same position still would have spat on the floor at the mention of their sovereign. "That damned balls-up could have costed us the war if the Kylenians felt particularly punchy." "Yeah, sure could have. But the problem is that we're still trying to fight in the south, not writing it off as a loss, consolidating our strengh, and then tearing them a new one in the mountains. That's Karadas's problem, see -- he's one of those people who's made too many big retreats, and won't make another big one unless it's in a pine box. What the Emperor's loyal men need now is a big retreat; the Kylenians have bloodied our nose, but unless we get our forces out of the area, they're going to break our face. You following me so far, Ardek?" "Clearly, sir, you plan to remove Karadas from his current position of power." The lieutenant-general touches his nose. "And you're the one who's going to do it. He's a good man -- a damned great man, and his proclamations probably did more to save our asses in the south than anything we could have done on the level -- but any farther and he's going to get to the point where he isn't working for the Emperor any more. You need to infiltrate his guerillas -- not high-profile, mind, just as some local hunters or fishermen or whatever the devil they do for a living in the south -- and put paid to the cocky sumbish once and for all. You got that?" "Sure. Do I need to find men for this?" "With the way the army is now? Please. We need to know who will keep quiet about this when it needs it most; you picking your friends for it would lead to a damn disaster. So instead, I picked mine." The senior general smirks at this; the brigadier doesn't see anything particularly funny about it. He asks, "You have any particular way you want him to, ergh, how's it they say it up there? [Here it's worthy of note that, like many Ironcladders, Ardek is an Aizoan transplant; he's used to maps which use north as down.] 'Sell the farm'?" The senior general smirks. "What the devil do you think I am, a Kylenian?" The two generals break into uproarious laughter. ... [ Tuesday, December 23, 2003 01:40: Message edited by: USA-se Xenerali-boariku CUSITURA ] -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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KST. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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The Kylenians, on hearing of the Ironcladians' actions, offered SAFT a simple proposition: They control the plantations, and the farms, and all the most valuable industries of Pralgad; losing their patronage would surely ruin SAFT, and losing the Ironclads' would not hurt them much at all. Simply put, accepting any offers from the Ironcladians is just not acceptable. ... The naval fleet is still months off at best, but this matters little. Cavalry are trained to break organized formations into smaller pieces and sow disarray in an organized army. Guerillas are about as disarrayed as you get. The first few battles have been large, bloody victories for the Ironclad forces, but their returns have become less and less, as the Kylenian guerillas learn to take to the forests and hills as soon as cavalry arrive, pick off weak and stragglers from a distance, and make the best use out of captured equipment. Rumors have done nothing but bolster the East Kylenian cause: General Hugo, along with a sizeable contigent of Kylenian regulars and tacticians, are, according to the rumors, attached to the guerilla army. Meanwhile, the regular Kylenian army, much larger but much worse-trained and worse-equipped, seems to be gathering strength just west of the dividing range... -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Spanish rice is really, really delicious, if you do it right. If you do it wrong, it's just hideously bland. -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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As a whole, they don't. The Empire has never really needed to have one. (This explains why Vantanas, which is rather closer to Aizo than Pralgrad, is yet undiscovered.) -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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'Fleischhacker' shouldn't be too counterintuitive to an anglophone, you know. I mean, 'fleisch' obviously means 'meat', and 'hacker' obviously means, well, 'hacker'. :P -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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(And suddenly, every RP ever.) The Kylenians were overjoyed to hear the news of the cease-fire, and made permanent the number of troops on the eastern frontier -- a number essentially made for the fighting of bandits, not for the fighting of a western army. Meanwhile, they have begun an ambitious project to rejuvenate the navy of the newly-controlled southern areas of their territory, both merchant and martial. They have confirmed what reconnaisance suspected -- they intend to create 3 riverine battleships, so far named the Kylen, the Imperius, and the Jsoulza, with which it will be nigh-on impossible to stop them if and when they choose to attack or defend any river big enough to show up on the map. Or even, if it comes down to it, the Aizoan return fleet... -------------------- ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el Pueblo! ¡Vivan los Trabajadores! Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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The Shawshank Redemption is a good movie. The story that spawned it is good too, but nowhere near as good. Nowhere near as intense, or as big, or as meaningful. So I guess it's an exception to the rule, really. :P -------------------- In a word, gay. --Bob the Impaler Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
