The legion side of Land of fire, rain and plague

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The legion side of Land of fire, rain and plague

Postby Jyllian di Moonstone » Sun Oct 02, 2005 8:16 am

OOC :

BTW more then one way to escape, get out is prolly available :) people are fully open about what or how they want to rp or add to this rp ;)

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The war, outside the lands of the legion were expanding. With mighty armies walking the earth clashing into a battle of titans.

It seemed all were at war, but for the Legion. And those scattered remains, of what were once the Letite hordes.

Yet the lands of the legion were no more at peace for so much. As earthquakes had begun to shook it to it's very borders. The fortress itself shaking to it's foundation. Several of it's tunnels and passageways caved in under the pressure of the shifting lands.

Rain had all but vanished. And slowly rivers were growing smaller. Even the underearth lake of the legion was said to be lower then ever before.

On the far side of Tonan, wise men were gathered to discover the meaning of all this. Two representants of the Legion were there, one wise Bishop of the clergy. One who was the ears at many times of the legion. Hopefully both would bring back news on how to stem the current wave of destruction which seemed to come from beyond the power of the gods themselves.

On the eastern side of the legion. There were stood ancient ancestral forests a fire was burning. Slowly spreading out. Destroying mile upon mile of forest. Refugees slowly moving out of the area. In between freak storms and earthquakes.

Scouts returning from heathen and Barnabas lands alike returned speaking of similar troubles in those far away lands. Yet the armies still clashed. Ignoring the destruction which seemed looming in a futile attempt to gain supremacy.

Then there were the plagues which had started to rise. Diseases for long not seen were said to arise again. Entire vilages perished to the destruction of unseen destruction.

Yes the lands of the legions were in near panic. Even though they had no foe to fight. It was all the more clear that destruction was looming.

Could he wait, the warlord wondered. Standing in a field a mile out of the gates of the fortress. On the word of the wise on what was to come.

The legion had to prepare he felt. And the longer they waited, the greater the danger. So it was he had sent a message to each of the 13 leaders.

Lords of the Thirteenth Baatorian Legion,

Harsh times are comming to us. As omens speak to us of destruction. As we see that the rain has forsaken us, and we get harrassed by earthquakes, fire and plague. We must prepare for the possible end of our island.

Even now the wise are gathered at the library of tonan in an attempt to find an answer to the question which haunts all of us. What awaits us in these dangerous times. Yet no longer can we wait idle.

It is time that we start planning our retreat from these lands, in the hope that we may find a safer place to start over.

For this i propose that men of all skills unite in all provinces. And that we start to work on a plan to save as much as can be saved. Before the day of impending doom.

One idea is to make a fleet of giant ships. Which could carry most of our people. As well as many of our holy, and sacred artifacts. Where we can live even as we travel in search.

For this, since we are at peace. I ask on all to join me. And prepare for the worst, while hoping maybe for the best.

-Jyllian di Moonstone.


He looked back at the fortress. As he was wondering if this idea, as crazy as it sounded could work. The building of a fleet of city ships. What he had in mind were three hulls side by side. With a small city build upon it. Hopefully able to survive the tempest of the oceans as they would go in search of new lands.

Idly he wondered what the other lords would think. Not for the first time regretting not to have went to the gathering of the wise. Yet knowing his place was with the Legion.

Ristin would do a good job there, he thought. That and in his ways he was way wiser then him.
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Postby Leo di Vennici » Wed Oct 05, 2005 4:02 am

He had come to the call of the warlord. Altho he was no lord. The idea of majestic ships had called to his artisan heart.

He was from the far eastern coast. He had been a designer, planner of ships for the longest time. Which was long as his soft white locks indicated.

The times were growing grave. As he had travelled to the western coast. To the forests which were yet untouched by the fire. He had seen earth quakes, plague and other disasters strike the land of the legion.

No heathen armies here. But the damage and the horor were all the same.

So days, weeks had passed. As he arrived he had found that the workers were mainly military, and military being military. They had little clue about ship building.

He had started to explain a few basics. About the types of wood, and where to use them. To the description of shapes. Needs of that and that kind of space, for sleeping quarters. And for food reserves. And before he knew it he had been put in charge. Master Architect of the legion.

He shook his head. As he looked at the plans. It was something never tried before. Not a fleet of single ships. But a fleet of tri hull ships. Which would carry minor cities. And which would carry many souls as well as may provisions.

Yet now, he a mere mortal. Not a lord was carrying the full weight of the legion. As more and more men were sent in to help with the work. A total of thirtheen of the ships were in the building. At the same time. Thirtheen places to be. One for every province. It would be their kingdom at sea kind off.
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Postby Faythe » Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:15 am

After supervising the loading of the final barrel of fresh water and final sacks of grain, Faythe then gave the order for the supplies to be delivered to the western shores of the island where the Legion's city ships were being built.

She had already sent most of her small province's families, craftsmen, farmers, shepard and soldier's alike, to the building site days earlier. Each had orders to help where needed and to see to the loading of her provinces provisions and supplies.

She prayed they would have enough food and water to last how ever long they needed.

She signaled for the final cohort she had kept in reserve to pull out as escort for the final supply wagons.

She turned and looked about her at what they would be leaving behind. A small rag doll lay trampled in the mud and ash, broken and lost. She suppressed a shudder as she prayed they would not all end up that way, broken and lost, as the world they knew detroyed itself around them.

She closed her eyes and sought out the mind link she had with her mother.

Mother?

Faythe.

It is time, Mother.


Faythe waited with loneliness washing over her. Her mother would order her mages to close the rift between the plane where the lands of the Shadows of the White Wolf had been hidden when her mother chose to leave this land. Once the final rift was closed, Faythe would lose all contact with her mother and with the land of her birth.

Be safe, my daughter. I will find you again, trust in that.

Take care, Mother.


Faythe made her way to where her mare waited and as she felt the link to her mother and her homeland ripped away from her, her knees buckled and she grabbed her stirrup for support. She leaned her head against the smooth worn, leather of her saddle and fought to catch her breath and stuggled to keep the tears from falling.

Once she was under control again, she mounted and took off after the last caravan of supply wagons and her last remaining cohort on their way to meet up with the Legion's armada.
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Postby Shayanna » Wed Oct 05, 2005 1:09 pm

*Things had deterriorated fast in the Warstate but Shayanna took on the challenge. Unhampered by Cardinal Pieare's conservetive ways of hanging out in the main fortress, Shayanna took the military approach visting each province personaly in full ceremonial armor talking with local leadership and letting her people know she was in it with them through thick and thin.

Her presence and confidence had a calming effect on her subjects as she took charge quarrentining the plague stricken, quelling lawless violence, and settling minor disputes.

At first she gave Jyllian's message very little thought. In her mind the Cardinal would prevail and save the isle.

"But what if.."

She thought to herself.
She could not risk her entire kingdom on one drow no matter who it was.

"Unfortunate leaders do nae plan to fail, they fail to plan.
Gotta have a contigency plan to counter the law of 'Oh shit.'"

She toyed with Jyllians city ship idea and immediatly discarded it as she talked with her shipwrights. She had Captain experiance when she openly battled the guild Outcast Nobility over a highly controversial island.

She learned and she learned well.
All would attempt to escape the cataclysim.
All faiths.
She would be prepaired*


"I want four ships built.
One humongous central ship for commoners and supplies.
Name it VANGUARD.
It will hold most the populance.

I want three longer ships.
Long enough to fold the mast down.
These will be me Griffin Carriers.
Load the hull with feed and keep the deck bare and completly flat.
Name them VANQUISHER, VIOLATOR, and VINDICATOR.
VANQUISHER will be me flagship.

I want two hundread Griffins per carrier.
Me flagship will hold five hundread.
Make it so.
Money be nae an object.
If we run out, sneak into Jyllian's treasury and help yeself.
Use all resources at ye disposal."
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Postby DininDarkstar » Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:43 pm

The letter from Jyllian laid on his desk as Dinin dressed for the ride ahead to the Kul'Nat's land,But this was not his usual armorments.Dinin dressed himself in his Legion Honor Guard uniform..
Bright red flowing cape with the crest of Darkstar and the Legion intertwined together which was clasped to his brilliant white leather also bareing the crest of the Legion.. Dinin was now fully dressed in highest reguard to meet with Jyllian..

Exiting his palace Dinin's eyes saddened as he saw the devistation to his lands and yet none of it was caused by heathens.. Its seems we are all heathens to the immortal presence of the nature and lands we take advantage of..
Leaving the palace and entering the town's main sqaure all of the loyal serfs of Darkstar we packed into carriages and ready for the venture that they knew had to happen in order to survive..

" These lands are rejecting us.. Like our bodies force out viruses these lands are forcing us out. We cannot allow ourselves perish here.. we must carry on.. I know you are scared for your lives, but let me assure you , We the Darkstar Family and the Legion will allow nothing of great harm to happen to you. We gave that vow as your leaders of this land and we give it still no matter what lands we are in you will be protected"


The faces of the serfs lifted a little out of the cold saddness they had been stooped in since the events started. Dinin lowered the Legion flag that stood in the main square of the city and folded it up and gave it too a boy sitting in the Darkstar family Caravan.

Without saying another word Dinin and his royal caravan proceed first out of the city walls followed by roughly 50,000 serfs on their voyage to meet their new life that awaits them.

~2 days later~

Dinin and his people arrived at the Kul'Nat's land and it looks as Dinin projected..It was more like a circus than the homelands of Jyllian now.. A few lords of the legion have already shown up along with there workers..Thousands upon thousands of men cutting down fresh wood , people crafting the wood into planks, and people building the ships.. it was a struggle to build ships big enough to carry all of the people of the Legion Lords and serfs together,and it had to be done before a time and date unknown to us.

Progressing past the main volley of workers Dinin's serfs stoped there and began setting up there camp..some going straight to work as Dinin kept riding into the fortress of jyllian.
Stopping the caravan just outside of the main gates to the cave Dinin jumped out of the Caravan and quickly turned around to gesture for someone to follow him as well.
Walking up to the guards stationed at the entrance way they just nodded there head to Dinin and the young man the followed close behind him..

Walking into the main voyuer Dinin was met by the Master of Ceremonies.
"How may i assist you today Lord darkstar?"

" i need a private meeting with the Kul'Nat himself"

"Wait here my lord i will see if lord Jyllian will see you now"

the Master of Ceremonies turned quickly and walked to the throne room doors..going in and closing them behind him it was about 2 minutes later he came back out
" Master Jyllian will now see you in his throne room"

" thank you"

Dinin bowed before the Master of Ceremonies as he continued to the throne room guiding the boy behind him.

Walking in Dinin saw jyllian sitting in his throne obviously stressed over these wicked times,bowing down before jyllian showing him honor Dinin quickly got up from his one knee and got straight to the point.

"Lord Kul'Nat, Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, i know you are a busy man with these preperation that are being made but this is a personal matter that i need to discuss with you my leige..Straight to the point .. My command as lord for the legion is over.. These lands are forcing us out, which brings major delima to me my lord for i cannot leave these lands.
i MUST stay my lord for reason of my own, i cannot explain much more beyond that if i left this place i would practically be dead anyways..
Which brings me to why im here. My serfs need protection as well as a Leader..
I present the sole Heir to the Darkstar Throne my nephew Kindred Darkstar"


Dinin ushers forward the boy who upon further inspection wasnt much of a boy at all. a little small only standing 5"3" and a skinny build but you could tell by the look in his eye that he was a Darkstar and a true warrior at heart

" This is Lord Kindred Darkstar, Jyllian he is my sisters child and of the ripe age of 15.. he may not look like much but he has been serving in my military fighting for the legion during war and training with me personally during times of peace. I've taught him everything i could possible train him in 15 years..he IS ready my lord . I hope you see in him what i do my lord and allow him to continue his training under you and continue his love to serve the Legion"


Both Dinin and Kindred bowed to one knee as they eagerly awaited his presonce to this propsal to make this young starward hero into a Lord of the Baatorian Legion

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Postby Jyllian di Moonstone » Thu Oct 06, 2005 2:46 pm

" This is Lord Kindred Darkstar, Jyllian he is my sisters child and of the ripe age of 15.. he may not look like much but he has been serving in my military fighting for the legion during war and training with me personally during times of peace. I've taught him everything i could possible train him in 15 years..he IS ready my lord . I hope you see in him what i do my lord and allow him to continue his training under you and continue his love to serve the Legion"


He stood in front of his throne room. Nodding to the two Darkstar's. The resemblance was vivid. And altho he did not know the reason for Dinin to stay on these doomed lands he understood what courage it took to do so.

I will respect your wish and will not plea for you to join us. Everyone is free to stay or go as they wish. It takes courage to stay the course in front of impending doom.

He then turned to the young boy. He was no example of strength. Yet in his young features there hung a promess of a powerfull future. Then putting a hand on his shoulder he nodded.

You will do fine. The legion welcomes you. As for the trip. To make sure all goes well. I am sure Dinin and i can find you a few counselors. Just to guide you the first few steps of your journey.

But we have little time. The work must go on.
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Postby DininDarkstar » Thu Oct 06, 2005 3:25 pm

You will do fine. The legion welcomes you. As for the trip. To make sure all goes well. I am sure Dinin and i can find you a few counselors. Just to guide you the first few steps of your journey.

But we have little time. The work must go on.


Dinin and Kindred rose in unison both pleased at the responce of Jyllian.Dinin then leaned close to Jyllians ear giving only a low whisper for him to hear

"Thank you for your graditude my leige"


Stepping back away from Jyllian Dinin makes a fist and puts it on his chest
" Strength and Honor"

Dinin Bowed to the Kul'Nat for the last time as he turned to Kindred who was standing there with a scared/ overwhelmed look upon his face .
" Your time to grasp life by the balls is here..This is your chance to leave your mark on whatever new lands you arrive on..Spread the name of Darkstar to lands undreamt by our forefathers."

Dinin again brought a fist to his chest and bowed " Strength and Honor"
upon rising up from his bow Dinin walked behind Kindred and unclasping his own cape that wore the Darkstar and Legion crest and attached it to its clasps on Kindreds armor
" you will need these as well"

Dinin said as he handed him his dual Tomahawks one engraved with Dinin's name the other with Sonya Darkstar,Kindred mother.A glimmer struck Dinin's eye as kindred took them and slid the hilts into leather straps.
" As for couslers"
Dinin now shifted his attention to both Jyllian and Kindred
" My kingdom is in a state of martial law. General Octavio is now making all decisions based on my people, intill Kindred shows you Jyllian that he has the knowledge and prowess to lead properly.
I say goodbye for the last time to both of you.. may you both live honorable and victorious lives... Long Live the Legion!!"


Dinin nodded to each in turn as he started his walk for the door no longer as a member of the Legion but as a man on an unconquerable quest

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