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 Uprising against the Royals (TH vs RKoR) 
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TRUE HEARTED (TH) 11 6,318,696 574,426
ROYAL KNIGHTS OF THE REALM (RKoR) 13 6,601,202 507,784 ]

Of course taxes had to be paid. That was the system that had been implemented in these medival times and it worked. But when did paying taxes end and when did the robbery start? This was some sort of a philosphical question, but the question arose when Loradim did check the reports. No less than 410 millions had been stolen, although a pact with the royals were made. Could this really be only taxes? Taxes to feed Darden, while the fellowers of the True had to work hard for it? It wouldn't have been that worse after all, if the King would be a faithfull fellower of the true god. No, this no longer was a tax, this was robbery! And he knew he would have to work against this. Against this, against feeding the one who once had blinded Loradim himself. It was time to act.

No longer the True Hearted would accept being dealt with in this way. It was time for an uprising.

He didn't knew yet how to pay for this war, as almost anything had been taken away by those foolish misguided. But payment should be of little matter once those free souls would be reborn as true fellowers. And would pay their taxes to The True Hearted. Yes, Loradim did like the idea. More and more each second he thought about it. A few details would have to be worked out, like how to breach their defences, but the idea was born. And grew.

An uprising it is!

He went to the window of his castle and suddenly noticed smoke. A fire! But not only one fire, but fires here and there! This was no accident, this was by cause.

Now is the time to act! Now, not any minute later

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Sun Jul 06, 2003 3:42 am
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The counties of the royal knights bathed in splendor after the expeditions against the Incan armies. Sailors, realm was not so well tended as it was one of the minor ones that were ravaged by the Incans as retribution for RKoR's last forray into Foret lands, just before they sought peace. Overall the lands around the port city of Ran'kur were economically healthy. The guild's balance of payments as well as its budget were in surplus and for a while they would not have to rely on taxing heathen realms. As a result friendly relations, or at least neutral ones were maintained with those in positions of influence. The people were happy and content.

Then suddenly a messenger arrived with news that the heathens that call themselves True Harted had declared war on the Royal Knights under the guise of accusations of robery and pyromanian activity. Sailor was stunned. The Royal Knights of the Realm were an honourable guild and had always lived up to their agreements. The Knights were well known for daring, even suicidal attacks when the need arose. With plenty to build and self generating wealth for all, there was no need for any bloodshed.

It was more likely that the heathens had become bloodthirsty and greedy, with want for more and to try and still their insational hunger for land they trumped up some vague and baseless accusations as justification for an assault. Perhaps too they ran scared to loose their position as leading Foret guild, perhaps it was vengeance for the attack on their Incan brethren.

All these thoughts flashed through Sailors head. In the mean time he instructed to speed up the construction of fortifications and the fast tracking of troop training to prepair for the expected assault.

The first reports came in with news of some fires in an outlying district. The men however were well prepaired with dams and plenty of water, so damage was limited. Sailors Aswang were sent out to plunder a heathen's treasure. It was not for greed or wealth. The main purpose was to cut off the enemies resources to fund their campaign.

With defences now up and some foret temples on fire, Sailor rested his troops so they would be ready for the inevitable.

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He stood on the battered lands, they left nothing left when they came storming through in the middle of the night. Behind the cover of darkness, of celebration, and of Non-Agression Pact. The Pact was up, so the True Hearted had overrun the Knights, not something totally unexpected. The general didn't dwell into the thinkings of the infidel commanders but rather let Lord Jacen do that. He destroyed things and was pretty damned good at it too.

Start over, we will ride under the banners of the Knights not as huge hammer but rather a small pin that will pierce our enemies where they will most hurt. Gather all the remaining men and young men and we will assemble an army. He looked over the report of his trained officers that had be left alive. There were three of them. We will break up into this groups. Each trained officer will lead one, they will lead from the front and be the spearpoint into the infidel's stronghold. Draftees, as we will call the men and young men gathered, will follow their commander without question, they will give their lives for the benefit of the Knights.

The aide nodded and began to send missives out to the three remaining commanders of Valor's once dominate army.

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Depressing, all that hard work, weeks of battle, months of building. The cycle restarted before its end. The isonian wave would soon sweep over maxim, thier crushed realms lay fallow and salted ney but a week ago... and now all laid bare and isonia stands rebuilt.

Watching RKOR fall the old leader stood sadly, watching the chaos below with a slight bit of glee, surely TH would be taken down as well.

The old man sighs sharply, "Let them know we are here for them should they need anything from our puny realm of elves"

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Blasted fire flies swarming in the temples... "Crunch, get the fly swatter, we'll lose no more temples tonight, we've lost enough the last two." Just then a huge crash was heard outside the keep. Iggy looked out just in time to see an army invading, then withdrawing as quick as it had come.

"Um, Crunch, make that a really, really big fly swatter." Igneous ran to his council and sent orders to the troops that were lying in wait to arm themselves and prepare for battle. He picked up a letter off his desk that he didn't recognize, and found out that it wasn't fire flies that were burning his temples.. if only he read his mail more often, maybe he would be prepared for times such as these... eh, no use cursing it now, he donned his battle gear and headed out to scalp himself some heathens.

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The Sidhe smiled a bitter smile, the simmering anger within clear behind his eyes. He'd been a fool, and now he was paying the price for it. His lands were aflame, but that was never a particularly strange sight--the tides of war often swung against him as they did for him. No, it was the methods used that got to him this time....

Just a week ago now, he'd received the missive from the leader of the True Hearted. A handful of Foret's foul followers, and the worst kind there was--betrayers of Darden's faith, much as the forgotten Fides had been not so long ago. The missive was plain and simple--we would like a one week NAP, so that we might take our revenge upon someone else. The Sidhe considered, and decided there was no point in not accepting it--they had plans in place to march upon the lands of the Incans at that time, plans that they carried out to the fullest.

And that was his mistake, assuming that those of TH would live up to their name and be True. For while the Knights fought their mighty war against the Angels, those of the True Hearted took revenge upon no one, and simply sat themselves and grew stronger in the interim. Hours after the NAP had expired, and just two days after the brief yet bloody war between the Knights and the Angels had ended, then did the True Hearted strike, slaughtering the Royal Knights when they were in no position to fight back.

The Sidhe leaned against his desk, clenching his fists. There would be no more NAPs from any Royal Knights, ever. Once was more than enough to teach this lesson--heathens were not to be trusted, as he should have known from the very beginning.

The Royal Knights had but four realms in any kind of fighting condition, and those were quickly overrun by the True Hearted hordes. Those that remained could not even begin to muster a retaliation, still trying to recover from the deadly assaults of the Angels just two days before. Any attempt to strike back against the True Hearted would cost more time and bloodshed than the Sidhe cared to spend at the moment--better to accept their losses, and mark TH down for revenge later on.

He sighed as he sat at the desk, writing out his own message. This part was never easy, but sometimes one had to swallow one's pride.

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To those of the True Hearted:

Congratulations on your easy victory. May you enjoy the spoils of the war you chose, for we are in no condition to fight back. The Royal Knights surrender immediately. Continue to attack us as you will, for you may destroy all our realms, and crush all our armies, but you will never break our spirits.

~ The Magician


The Sidhe sealed the message, and sent it on its way by more mundane means than usual--at the moment, he couldn't even muster the energy for a simple sending spell.

The world would be no worse in the morning than it was right now, and so the Sidhe decided to for once get some sleep.

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Quote:
To those of the True Hearted:

Congratulations on your easy victory. May you enjoy the spoils of the war you chose, for we are in no condition to fight back. The Royal Knights surrender immediately. Continue to attack us as you will, for you may destroy all our realms, and crush all our armies, but you will never break our spirits.

~ The Magician


So, this is it, Loradim thought. Yes, indeed it was a victory. But an easy one ? Breaching the defences of the royal family wasn't as easy has he thought. This moarning made him sick. Wasn't it RKoR hitting INCA, when they were out of war for only 2 days? Ah, it wouldn't matter anymore now. Whatever we did, we did it after the NAP expired.

Loradim smiled.

In opposition to others. He read the scroll again and read an important sentence he didn't noticed the first time: The Royal Knights surrender immediately. Now these are good news. Although the victory wasn't completed yet, Loradim was no one to drag wars longer than needed. He wrote a short message to those Knights.

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Royal Knights of the Realm,

peace it is. No more, no less.

~Loradim


It was short, cause he was sick of mourning. But it did get the point across. Loradim did wonder whether they would accuse him of breaking their treaty. He was wondering what would come next. Yes, he was interested in their reactions. But it wouldn't change much after all. The True Hearted had just dealt with those breaking their treaty and that was what would happen to anyone else aswell, who would betray them.

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Quote:
To those the the True Hearted,

Faithmates, We the Seismic Reavers would liek to Congratulate you for the Easy Victory

~Dreadd


Dreadd and his Companions knew of the Rate of Taxes being payed yearly in their Lands,According to the Reports. The aount of Treasury lost was outstanding.He Too Knew it was not all about Tax, but indeed it was Robbery.Even the Most Powerful Realms reported that they did not caught the Culprit who was behind all this. now to make things more interesting,massive amounts of Theives were killed each time those unknown looters came,Only one suspect came to his mind.It was those Titan Realms which did this and only it is seen in the lands of the Dardens. Dreadd wa furious of the Matter,Then when he came to speak with the Leader of True Hearted,they reported the same thing. now it is Concluded that it was indeed them.Eventhough this happened.Dreadd and his Companions let it go and forget about it,For he knew Their Allies would take care of this Situation.as far as he was concerned.there was another thing which he has to deal with.It was a rotten time to be Robbed,The Isonians were lucky.

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The world moves in circles, forever turning from one extreme to the other and back again, it has always been this way and always will. What is grand one moment may be humbled the next, what is young and vibrant will become old and crippled in time. Men and women the length of the isle may cry out that what they have built will last till the stars fall from the heavens but it is not true. All decays and falls, nothing lasts forever, it is the will of Darden that it be this way, that nothing remains constant and that the cycles of life and death occur. Without the changes, without the endless changes, the world would stagnant and become grey and empty. The isle will always change, it cannot be constant, not even if all the heathen Gods were to die and war was to come to an end, still it would change forever.

Those were the thoughts of the priest of Darden as he stood just inside the entrance to the central temple of the red desert realm. In the open square before him he watched as two young men wrestled with the corpse of one of the great scavenger birds that patrolled the skies above the sands. He watched from the shadows as they tried to move the black, slick body towards the 'well' that stood in the centre of the square. No well was that hole, rather it was the home of that creature which best signified the red sands; the blind albino serpant. An apparently harmless creature whose venom had brought down some of the mightest heathens to face it. As the men finally managed to throw the carrion bird's corpse into the well for the snake's meal the priest turned away, retreating further into the shadows of the temple where his fellows waited.

A smaller priest turned to him, as skeletally thin as they all were, What shall we do? These True-Hearted have attacked, set their forces against the largest of the Knights in an attempt to wrest the lands from our control. They have spoken of 'taxes' upon them, a strange thing to my ears since I had no knowledge that they still endebted themselves to the church even after they turned their back upon it.

The first priest smiled, silently wishing beneath his calm mask that the Vision-Seeker was not caught up in her death-like sleep. Or that her son had not vanished. Or that the Sidhe witch would return to lead in his stead. Or even that Ethan, the only man, or rather drow, to ever be high priest would suddenly reappear in the lands. And did we ever tax them my brethern?

Of course not, our coffers overflowed, what need had we of heathen monies? Gold tainted by Foret's blessing has no worth in these lands.

And for all their sorcerous attacks upon us, were their armies able to even set one foot upon these holy sands? No they were not, he answered his own question without waiting for one breath in which his fellows might be able to speak. Darden was with us against these 'Foretians', He looked down upon us and blessed our soldiers with such strength that they easily repelled the invaders. As the Vision-Seeker once said on another war "They shall not have one inch of these lands" and so it was.

Another the priests spoke up suddenly, a younger man who had only recently taken up the robes of a full priest of the temple. His flesh, where it could be seen, was still covered with the scars of an scolyte, his skin had known the touch of the sun recently. But both scars and skin colour would fade as he spent the long ages within the arms of the temple. But we have suffered so much, the people have had their homes taken from them, the tribes have been decimated in number. The non-agression pact-

The first priest gestured his fellow into silence with a single motion, Was an obvious ploy to buy time for them. This we knew, it was obvious to all who have the eyes to see, he finished the younger priest's words as he would have hoped that the younger one would have done. As for the suffering of the people, are we not followers of Darden? We suffer for Him, we learn by our pain and through our agony, such things are His tools in the lessons that we must learn if we are to serve Him properly. Though those of the True-Hearted may think that they now fight for the Eldest, they do not realise that Darden still grips their hearts. The God of Sorrows still uses them in His instruction of the world, they will never be free of His touch. Let them struggle against it, like flies in a spider's web they only become more entangled with each movement.

Though I must wonder...perhaps their so-called Visionary will not return from the storms that accompany the end of an age with another weapon when next the cycles come full circle. Perhaps next their faith in Foret will falter and their 'Visionary' will turn to the purple banners for succour.


Do you wish for them to return to the truth faith?

The first priest turned ot his younger fellow and smiled widely till his teeth glimmered in the faint light of the temple. Did you not listen to my words my brother? The True-Hearted still serve Darden in their own way, whether they choose to or not. Do I wish them to return to the true faith? They have never left us.

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- This being a quote from the chronicles of K'narn, hero of the battle at Ordis Bascillica -

"Honor, is a crutch for the victors to justify thier actions, and for the defeated, to bring meaning to
thier deaths."

Ragged serfs stumble amongst the soulless bodies and scattered debris of conflict. Silent testimonials, erected in the name of honor, yet so quickly abandoned in place of fear. Those who thrust thier forces into war, wether victorious or not, scarcely consider the aftermath. Blinded by the obsession with honor or fealty they brandish thier weapons of destruction under the guise of religeous zeal, under the justification of sustaining the peace.

The victims always spit venom, and cry out to thier God of the dishonor of the assailants, as the the sour taste of defeat still lingers in thier mouths and minds. They sue for peace, preaching the vulnerability of their lands and the lazy state of their defenses as thier resons for their loss. But what is war without advantage? What general in history has ever allowed a chink in armor to go unnoticed? Victory relies on this.

The truth, bald and stinging, is that their is no honor here, neither by those who kill, nor those who allow themselves to die. We can so casually send men to their deaths, condemning life that is not ours to condemn. With such fervor we drive our blade though the heart of another, taking a life that was never our to take. This is theft, murder, and will ultimately come back to haunt us all. In the house of the dead shall we who marshal our forces be haunted by the cries of those we sacrifice, and by the wails of those that they were forced to leave behind.

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Battered and bloodied the tribal warrior of the Alcmenelian sat down upon the red sands of his homeland and watched the dawn. The last week had been terrible and yet glorious, much death had occured on both Foretian and Dardenite sides, deaths dedicated to the Lord of Sorrows. Firstly they had cut down the INCAns, letting them fly as one of the grandest guilds no more, it had been a battle obvious to most. All had known that the Knights would be forced to fight their way through the INCAns if they were to ever halt the ascendancy of the false God. The Dardenites had looked upon the realms of their enemies and known that it would be a hard fight to ever bring their Lord to His throne.

But they had attempted it all the same, not caring if such a battle brought their own deaths upon its black heels.

Then had come the strike of the True-Hearted, once allies and trusted faithmates, now no more to the desert warrior than another foe. He did not know why they had turned their backs on the Lord, such things were not his to worry about. All the warrior cared for was that his blade was sharp and that he served Darden's will in all things. He would gladly go to his death if it was the Lord's will, death would only bring him closer to the God that he had worshipped all his days. What did he care of politics and reasoning? It meant nothing to him or to those he faced when the armies clashed, all that mattered was that he stood side by side with his brethern and that he saw the heathens ranged before him.

So it had been the night that the True-Hearted had attacked, they had suspected an attack, standing watch upon the eastern border as they waves of heathen sorcery assaulted the red sands. At the first sight of it the Alcmenelians had reached for their weapons, not fearing what would come, simply accepting it. What would happen would happen, all that occured had already been foreseen many ages beforehand at the very dawning of time by the Demon of Tismad. Such things could not be wished against or changed, this was the Lord's will as all things in the isle were. Not a bird sang, not a child was born unless Darden had willed it to be so, this was the teachings of the priesthood, lessons that the warrior had never doubted and never would.

The Alcmenelian had waited upon the border, their gaze steely and determined, willing to give up their lives rather than let the heathens take their dry homeland. They did not have to wait long. Thundering towards the red sands the heathens came, so sure of their victory now that their dark magics had cast down the stone protection of the fortresses. The banners of the armies sent against them flapped in the hot desert wind, no doubt they thought to plunge them into the lands of Culaearien and take them under their 'protection'. Fools they were if they thought that the people of the red desert would ever submit to the faith of the Grey God. Others had taken the desert lands before only to find that the population that they thought to free would rather find solace in death than covert from Darden's faith. The desert outlasted all who thought to claim the lands for themselves, eventually all the heathens would withdraw from the sands and leave them to be reclaimed by their true owners, tae faithful of Darden, the tribes of Culaearien.

But on the night the True-Hearted attacked the Alcmenelian vowed not to lose one acre to the heathen scourge, no matter how many of them went to their ends. True to their oath no land was lost, though the Alcmenelians laid down their lives in their droves, whispering only one word upon the battlefield as they died, the name of the true God.

Now the battle was over and all that remained was to burn the dead of the faithful and leave the bodies of the Foretians to the scavenger birds above. In previous ages if they had come across the dead of the True-Hearted then they would have given them the same burials rites as their own people. But no longer, the flames of the sacred fires would not eat at the flesh of the one-time faithmates, no only the beaks of the ill-tempered birds would do that. While the people of the desert praised the Lord and gave their lands back into His hands, the scavenger birds would feast.

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*BOOM*

Loradim awoke in the middle of the night. What happend? The night was enlightened by red/yellow/white stars falling from the sky.

What the hell

Loradim thought. What was happening here? He looked to the horizon and saw armies marching against his defenses. What was happening here? Then he heard the sounds and remember the banner tied to those wardrums. The Royal Knights! Wasn't it them whining only a few days ago? Wasn't it them begging for peace? Rushing up in a hurry Loradim saw the need for action right now.

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your attack shall not be forgotten. You shall be hunted down.

~Loradim


Writing these lines down, he called for a messanger boy to deliver this parchement. Along with the armies of his mates

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