Probably finds it a bit hard to ship troops over to the battlefield on short notice, but they probably have the barge design...we have river supremacy though
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Probably finds it a bit hard to ship troops over to the battlefield on short notice, but they probably have the barge design...we have river supremacy though
But reliability is low. Again, why IC would they think its a priority?
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I mean, I already switched to a 4x study vote but it seems pretty obvious especially with the hint from AN a day or so ago (about our limited palace slots)
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The thing is, unlike our weapons made of iron, those supplies will not be easy to replace. Especially as we control a source of their Tin. For every bronze spear they make, we can produce three iron ones.
As a matter of attrition only, we will outlast them. We just have to be smart on the lives of our warriors.
You know whats funny?
We can make Iron Heavy Armor.
But equip a lot of dudes with them. Basically Roman Heavy Infantry.
They can only afford it for their elites.
And I assume they have no reliable way to punch through Heavy Armor themselves.
And they were nice enough to provide examples and a clear need for such a design while we have a Mystic King and are building an Arsenal.
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The only reason we haven't is because we have not found it necessary. I am sure that will quickly change now.
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I think our iron scale armor might be about as much as we can do without getting steel, and is already almost as good? Someone ask AN how our acale armor compares to the khemtri bronze armor inhe morning, since I think he went to bed already
Yep.
And Iron Scale is AFAIK standard issue already. So our troops are already fairly tough compared to the Khemetri, whose levies will have leather at most.
More likely is no armor as their climate doesn't lend itself well to a lot of animals to use for leather.
Which is not fun once the Yeomen Archers arrive at the frontlines enmass.
It's no instant win, but we do have a lot of advantages that are going to snowball as the conflict drags on.
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Until we get wrought iron, bronze is better in every possible way.
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Not!Umi-san said:
Iron should suffice for a lorica segmentata. The iconic roman armor. But yeah, our scale armor may be competitive already.
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Mostly, lack of social technologies, in the areas of logistics, planning, and managerial sciences.So, we have large scale mining operations.
We have watermill driven trip hammers to crush the ore.
We have full on iron bloomeries to refine it.
So what, if anything, is stopping us from mass-producing iron things?
While the reliable alloys, interchangeable parts, and other material advances were all multipliers to the success, there was a great deal of organizational innovation necessary to form the first mass production successes.
While we are also missing a number of precursor elements compared to the 1900's, it's not impossible for the People to make some advancements in this area. A great deal of the math used to develop early mass production was pioneered in the late 1800's to handle massively increased army conscription and organization. It is possible that we could see similar drives to improve planning techniques here.
I'd give reasonable odds they resemble the Ptolemaic empire's extents. They've apparently been expanding as fast as they can for several centuries, and are only just now running into neighbors who can slow them down. I expect the lack of detail as to their full size has more to do with how terrible information flow is in this era, than put any significant limits on estimations of their growth.
Additionally, of your three options, I think the most accurate is that they are rather rich. That is almost their sole defining cultural feature that we are aware of.
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Wait a second, is the Shadow Kingdom actually our Village Hidden in the Leaves? Only actually hidden?
Because it really sounds like the sort of thing that could be a secret society of Ninja.
Because it really sounds like the sort of thing that could be a secret society of Ninja.
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Riddle of Steel
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An Excerpt from the Tales of the Twin Bards Conaywn and Conwyna: the Riddle of Steel.
'And lo did the noble king cry, for the ways of war were not his ken.
When the desperate message came, through blood and woe, that the River people, the People of Sand and Gold had bested and clashed with and matched the Iron-Blooded Forest People did the Wise King Desdydyn weep, for he could not Use his appointed and acclaimed Wisdom to guide and marshal his Loyal Soldiers to victory.
When the Servants of the Trickster through treachery, pain, and sorrow learned that through neglect and inattention that their secret Guardianship of the Weapons of the Gods had spread to the unworthy who would turn their cruel ways onto the People of Trees and Iron for withholding its terrible power for so long from those would fall prey to its curse, Did the Wise King Desdydyn Grieve, for the strength of the gods needed to defend his People would become his enemies'.
When Night Fell, the Worries of King Desdydyn grew without cease or answer, turning to with the dark thoughts upon his brow he turned to the palatial Shrinehold and began to pray: Firstly to Fythhagyna the Sacred Protector of Life and to her untamed Consort, the Spider-Eyed Crow, And Lastly to the God of Kings, the Wise Advisor for help.
When He had finished his prayer and opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark and untamed forest, he felt and saw a strong Gnarled hand, wearied from toil and time fall upon his shoulder. Turning to find the owner of hand he instead saw the form of his beloved consort. Opening his mouth and beginning to ask what was happening he felt a cool and Censoriously finger on his lips, bidding him be silent. Stepping forth into the Shadows of trees via a secret and unmarked trail the Strange spirit who had be now taken the form of his younger Brother bid him to follow.
When the Good King Desdydyn and his Spirit Guide reached the end of the Trail of shadows he found a Glade half filled with life, bounty, and sunshine and other half filled with death, bones, and moonlight. In the very middle he saw an old and gnarled tree, under which rested two figures: a young woman a large black bird, bigger than the greatest eagle, upon a blanket laid over grass half lively and decaying. A firm hand pushed him to the where they were murmuring softly in the wind.
When King Desdydn reached the audience of the two spirits, he introduced himself as the King of the People. The Young woman met his Eyes and queried softly why he had come to their Glade. "My People are Suffering in war and I know not on how to salve their pains, The Enemies of the People have Stolen the Secrets of the Terrible Star-Metal and I know not on how to salve their fears" Said the King. "Well then it is good you have came to our Home to ask then," Said the Young Woman, "For their are many Secrets we could tell you: for I am Fythhagyna and here is my boon Companion the Three-Aspected Crow." Quickly the King fell to his Knees and lowered his eyes.
When after he felt to be an appropriate amount of respect had been given and no answer given to his plea, he slowly raised his gaze and unfortunately met the Gaze of the Spider-Eyed. Terror filled the King, Peering into the Abyss of Madness and Chaos that was the Black Birds Soul-Windows. He recoiled and would have fled, if the Spirit he Now knew to be Mathulmyn, had not held him steady in a Firm Grip. "Few indeed are the Beings who would meet my Gaze whether by choice or chance" Mused the Great Bird Crow. "Please, oh Great Teacher, tell me of a way to help my People maintain their Divine Stewardship with our secrets of the Weapons of the Gods stolen by our foes" Begged the King after he regained a Semblance of his wits from the terror they had fled to. Spider-Eyed Crow remained for a time, quiet in internal debate.
When the Corvid spoke next, it was with a Grimace and a scowl and humor from a joke well-played. "For meeting my Eyes I will grant you a boon and lay your fears to rest," intoned came the sound from the Beak of Crow "For in truth you need not worry about losing the Weapons of the Gods, for you never had it, merely our Metal. Go now when you return to your body and leave swiftly to the Forge with my blessing to learn how our Metal is truly forged into Weapons."
When the King finished hearing Crow's words he woke from his vision with a start, he immediately left to the nearest forge in hopes he would make it there before the inspiration left him. Unnoticed by him in his haste his black hair had become Pure-White from the Echo of His Spiritual Terror from looking into the Abyss...
Bleaugh my grammar probably sucks and it is unbeta'ed, but I hope people here would like my first Omake.
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An Excerpt from the Tales of the Twin Bards Conaywn and Conwyna: the Riddle of Steel.
'And lo did the noble king cry, for the ways of war were not his ken.
When the desperate message came, through blood and woe, that the River people, the People of Sand and Gold had bested and clashed with and matched the Iron-Blooded Forest People did the Wise King Desdydyn weep, for he could not Use his appointed and acclaimed Wisdom to guide and marshal his Loyal Soldiers to victory.
When the Servants of the Trickster through treachery, pain, and sorrow learned that through neglect and inattention that their secret Guardianship of the Weapons of the Gods had spread to the unworthy who would turn their cruel ways onto the People of Trees and Iron for withholding its terrible power for so long from those would fall prey to its curse, Did the Wise King Desdydyn Grieve, for the strength of the gods needed to defend his People would become his enemies'.
When Night Fell, the Worries of King Desdydyn grew without cease or answer, turning to with the dark thoughts upon his brow he turned to the palatial Shrinehold and began to pray: Firstly to Fythhagyna the Sacred Protector of Life and to her untamed Consort, the Spider-Eyed Crow, And Lastly to the God of Kings, the Wise Advisor for help.
When He had finished his prayer and opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark and untamed forest, he felt and saw a strong Gnarled hand, wearied from toil and time fall upon his shoulder. Turning to find the owner of hand he instead saw the form of his beloved consort. Opening his mouth and beginning to ask what was happening he felt a cool and Censoriously finger on his lips, bidding him be silent. Stepping forth into the Shadows of trees via a secret and unmarked trail the Strange spirit who had be now taken the form of his younger Brother bid him to follow.
When the Good King Desdydyn and his Spirit Guide reached the end of the Trail of shadows he found a Glade half filled with life, bounty, and sunshine and other half filled with death, bones, and moonlight. In the very middle he saw an old and gnarled tree, under which rested two figures: a young woman a large black bird, bigger than the greatest eagle, upon a blanket laid over grass half lively and decaying. A firm hand pushed him to the where they were murmuring softly in the wind.
When King Desdydn reached the audience of the two spirits, he introduced himself as the King of the People. The Young woman met his Eyes and queried softly why he had come to their Glade. "My People are Suffering in war and I know not on how to salve their pains, The Enemies of the People have Stolen the Secrets of the Terrible Star-Metal and I know not on how to salve their fears" Said the King. "Well then it is good you have came to our Home to ask then," Said the Young Woman, "For their are many Secrets we could tell you: for I am Fythhagyna and here is my boon Companion the Three-Aspected Crow." Quickly the King fell to his Knees and lowered his eyes.
When after he felt to be an appropriate amount of respect had been given and no answer given to his plea, he slowly raised his gaze and unfortunately met the Gaze of the Spider-Eyed. Terror filled the King, Peering into the Abyss of Madness and Chaos that was the Black Birds Soul-Windows. He recoiled and would have fled, if the Spirit he Now knew to be Mathulmyn, had not held him steady in a Firm Grip. "Few indeed are the Beings who would meet my Gaze whether by choice or chance" Mused the Great Bird Crow. "Please, oh Great Teacher, tell me of a way to help my People maintain their Divine Stewardship with our secrets of the Weapons of the Gods stolen by our foes" Begged the King after he regained a Semblance of his wits from the terror they had fled to. Spider-Eyed Crow remained for a time, quiet in internal debate.
When the Corvid spoke next, it was with a Grimace and a scowl and humor from a joke well-played. "For meeting my Eyes I will grant you a boon and lay your fears to rest," intoned came the sound from the Beak of Crow "For in truth you need not worry about losing the Weapons of the Gods, for you never had it, merely our Metal. Go now when you return to your body and leave swiftly to the Forge with my blessing to learn how our Metal is truly forged into Weapons."
When the King finished hearing Crow's words he woke from his vision with a start, he immediately left to the nearest forge in hopes he would make it there before the inspiration left him. Unnoticed by him in his haste his black hair had become Pure-White from the Echo of His Spiritual Terror from looking into the Abyss...
Bleaugh my grammar probably sucks and it is unbeta'ed, but I hope people here would like my first Omake.
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Yes. The ones used by Carthage as war elephants lasted until approximately 100 BC, according to a cursory search.Does northern Africa have elephants?
Cause you know, they might bring us the zoo.
So did the Syrian elephant species, found "In Western Asia, the elephants ranged from the mangrove forests of southern Iran, to southern Anatolia, the Syrian steppes and even extended to Palestine."
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This is absolutely one of the best omake I've seen in this thread <3
It reads like it could truly be something straight out of the quest, drug up and translated after a huge excavation thousands of years from now. Absolutely made me go 'oooooooo!' and gdi I've accepted it as headcanon now.
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Well, our Blackbirds have been subverted in a fundemental.
So theoretically our Blackbirds are our Village Hidden in the Leaves and the Shadow Kingdom is our ROOT/ANBU
...that
sounds a lot worse than I thought ._.