- Location
- Brittany, France
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Abolishing oblate serfdom is probably the most righteous decision out of this whole list but I'm not sure we're in a position to win the Vaspukaran Revolution and the Vaspukaran Civil War at the same time.
Its just the Haitian-Latin American-Russian-Chinese Revolutions, what's the worst that could happen?Abolishing oblate serfdom is probably the most righteous decision out of this whole list but I'm not sure we're in a position to win the Vaspukaran Revolution and the Vaspukaran Civil War at the same time.
At the head, with a turban massive and a moustache well-oiled, is Bhadan Hadat, once exiled, now returned as grandmaster of the berserker Trance-Knights of the Divine Mystery. Beside him, held high and lofty, is another, novel banner: The branches of the Tree of Life descending into a singular Spiral of Truth root at which is said to lie God.
As Hahayiim, the Mystic Amalists, are here.
The 3rd Carnations "Burning Bush" Regiment of Foot was a line infantry regiment of the Garden Corps.
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The War of the Reeds
The regiment embarked for Vaspukaran and saw action in the swamps of Nesra. ..... Was notorious for the burning of temples in the region in an attempt to weaken enemy morale firstly and to enrich its commanders secondly.
God fucking weebs.
Awwww that's our boy! Our Samangan!He even locks eyes with Akov, still in a juror's patchy uniform, and he apologizes, says that he sees now that there are those among his chamber who will stand and fight for freedom, gesturing also to Sarbadgar
*snip*
As he begins to walk back inside, the sect lifts Samangan up, calling out "Nasi! Nasi, the prince of freedom!" carrying him into the House of Creation on a cloud of worship.
A heist that got the revolution Vasp's best ship, God bless!It is a conspiracy wrought by the young Elana of HaKhofshim, the undertaker Gabbi Nurgalam of As Hahayiim, the Friar Muri and Cannons Canassatego.
*snip*
The triumph of the plot is the unleashing of the greatest warship in Vaspukaran, the only one of its vessels to challenge and brawl directly with the Mare and come off without a scratch.
THEY RAMMED THEM WHATInstead he proceeds at full speed, and rams the Yugarana with a vicious screech of steel. The sailors taunt and jeer at the traitors down below, as they consign them to their graves:
Great Ship Sakarog
Gruesome Monster of the Deep
Great Ship Sakarog
It's your souls she's come to reap
These two. On top of an honest-to-God canoe.Muri and Canassatego, having set off in a war canoe, lob a smuggled torpedo from their boat at the Tagami, and distracted as it with maneuvering in the narrow water the ship sees its coming death too late.
K i n gThey know who he is. All know who he is. He is the ruler of the eastern bank, the Padishah of paupers, the prince of poverty, the grand old round hound of the Dhago Fields. Mogul of machine parts, the man with a plan, the priest who loves to feast, the glutton for the good.
Personal banner of Tata Targon, now undisputed Exarch of the entire Eastern Bank
Oshana, Dvorah's Iconoclast friend who she swears isn't as terrifying as other Iconoclasts, is here! Also Mr.The woman introduces herself as Esterkezy Oshana, scrutinizing Sarbadgar and winking at Chana, who is absolutely unsure how to take the kindly gesture, so she merely does an angelform pose and Oshana quirks a brow. The bald man bows and says that he is the elected cantor of the sect of Makabam, Tokarati Fordo. The third man, clearly a foreigner, mustering some poor attempt at a Nach accent, says in a sneezing tongue that he is Hari Rashman, and he is here on a special mission.
The Six-Star and the six-knot of Makabam
And here comesOhr, the largest sect of True Confession in Nachivan, has come. With them, an ominous banner: painted lights emerging from a watchful prism, the prism of knowledge by which is filtered the darkness of creation into the brilliant spectrum of the soul's output.
Among them is Ghadan Nasir, who cannot help but be smug even as his arm is in a sling, his huge beard as flowing and unkempt as ever.
The Prism of Knowledge, sigil of Ohr
Cackling, this would not be nearly as funny if we didn't accidentally invent trinitarianism.Even with the continued cloister of the holy ghost, , the final defense is prepared.
The cavalry that absolutely NOBODY expected! Also Usral integrated saving Nachivan as a competition to resolve their succession crisis lmaoWith muzzled thunder, and cannon-fire did Usral bring low the gates of Harasdad, and with the blackenblade did Usral's greatest champion, the Rav Karogen, brother of the Melik, slay the last and vile guardian who held the holy ghost hostage. Usral, the first, and Usral, the last.
And so it was then, and so it is now.
At their head, with a helm of a smiling lion, riding atop a war moa, the bastard Prince Sen, his eyes purple as his mother's and hair black as his father's, has come to make his mark on history. Well-feasted, well-met, and well-prepared for war, the men of Prince Sen's Black Army, partaking in the Melik's melee touranment were ordered to go forth and conquer so soon as news from Nachivan came to Ondan Usral. To the west did Prince Narem embark, to destroy the Kazach Palatine, but as for Prince Sen, his target was the city eternal. Now, after hours, they have come, and they have come to conquer evil, and to save you all.
Banner of the Blackenblade
Morsi was the komandir Noyan was speaking of before his Mothguard charge last turn, and the one we expected to be our cavalry. Also, third battle?My name is Amalgast, prophet of prophets: Heed my immortal words, and rise.With the commandment, a komandir, upon a white horse.
Deception and deceit are the province of my enemies, but the Lord does not grant such tools to them alone.
I live, and I live in defiance of my tormentors, in the High Jury of Kedarkan, protected by my mystery.
My enemies have revealed themselves to me, and so I reveal myself to them, in glory and in dread splendor.
For those who take up arms to save the Kingdom of God from the Originating Heresy, will come the fruits of an age of miracles.
For those who take up arms against God and his Kingdom, will come only an orchard of bones.
I invoke the Bull Obliterative, and utter the names of those enclosed for the last time.
For those so named, you will be erased, consigned to oblivion. Your souls shall not ascend, but will instead dissipate to nothing.
From dust, to dust, fading from a world that has forgotten you.
For you, there will be naught but ash. For me, there will be a thousand years times a thousand more.
I command the faithful:
Bring down the sky, and tear to pieces these creatures who have trespassed in the home of God.
The Standard of White-Gold
Riding at the head of a flying column, Akabar Morsi is the doom of Origination. This is his third battle of the day, hurtling as he has from Kedarkan, and the men of his standard, wearing their brilliant uniforms of white and gold, with wide and floppy hats, and with glazed eyes that see for a thousand paces, are here to kill.
oh Lmao.[] Obliterate all Customs Walls! [Medium].
Vaspukaran has sixty-two circles, four missions, seven autocephalates and dozens of Metropolitans, and all of these have customs walls erected between them. Although a source of revenue, these customs walls needlessly divide the country, drive up the cost of goods, and make it exceedingly difficult to trade over long distances when not trading between Juror palatines.
What. What. I'm aghast.Vaspukaran has sixty-two circles, four missions, seven autocephalates and dozens of Metropolitans, and all of these have customs walls erected between them. Although a source of revenue, these customs walls needlessly divide the country, drive up the cost of goods, and make it exceedingly difficult to trade over long distances when not trading between Juror palatines.