Bby Royal Decree it shall henceforth be known that the following subjects have been appointed by His Royal Majesty after a thorough application process as Ambassadors and Royal Envoys respectively. Through these appointments it is the intent and hope of His Royal Majesty that the relations between the Kingdom of Nirath and the other domains respectively shall be strengthened and foster new friendships to come.

  • To the royal court of Tryggr: Ambassador Astrid van Mauve and Ambassador Kenneth DeWynter.
  • To the royal court of Arkadia: Royal Envoy Alazar.
  • To the royal court of Terenia: Royal Envoy Yui Tui.

Long live Nirath! Long live King Dragor! May his flame burn forever.

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From Saw’ahya, the serene Count of Cherrug, blessed of Angelica and the black tulip, to his Grace Usifan, the just and wise grand Duke of Usifan:

Bblessing be upon you and your household in the name of Angelica and under the auspices of the Tulip, our eternal emblem and light in the darkest of places. Dilmunia grows ever in wealth and prestige through our patron goddess and the wisdom of our Duke, whom we serve with all our hearts and souls.

We who are the faithful and humble servants of the Grand Duchy, sworn to uphold the faith and the tenets of the Grand Order of the Flock, protecting our people and laying down our lives, if necessary rejoice in the favour shown in our land and citizens, praying that Angelica and the Qin continue to bestow their blessing upon us.

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Tthe largely known Oracle has discovered a heartbreaking secret of Nirath.

Oracle is spreading the word of our master plan to become a global empire. No one knows how he could have discovered it, but he figured out that our future glider war industry will be closely related to the siege weapon development. This was one of our most valued and deeper secrets but, due to the significant effort of Oracle, this is not a secret anymore.

The last royal statement says: “It’s our clear intention to use suicidal fanatics with explosive gliders to destroy the fundations of the other kingdoms.  There’s no wall that can stop our Glider special forces. We call them the GSSTF (Glider suicidal special trebucheted forces)”.

Soon you’ll hear their hymn falling from the skyes, The Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii song.

Look at the skies and fear them, the rain of fanatical suicide Glider bombers are coming.

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Dear Reader I suspect you are wondering what a chapter regarding the dishonourable act of espionage is doing in a book on the military arts. However a military leader must inform his decisions with information, lest he lay a trap for himself and for his men through ignorance. .

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My loyal reader, I have described to you the recruitment, training and equipping of the forces that you command and have shown you the optimal way to organise and deploy your forces to the field, now I set forth for your reading pleasure a brief primer on one of the specialities of military life that is of greatest import in military life, that of the military engineer.

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Tto all nobles and Aristocrats of the Kingdom, from Ariadna of the House Montcada, Countess of Tarsis.

Because of the compilation of the rich and marvelous history of the kingdom of Nirath, its domains and families, I , Ariadna Montcada, humbly request to all Lords, Sires and Ladies of the kingdom to share with me their stories, myths and legends in addition to their domains records to bring them together in the Chronicles of Nirath, which are meant to gather all the past deeds of the lands, families and organizations in a single group of books with the intention to make easier to know our own past and our neighbours.

To achieve that, I beg you all to send me the information or to contact with me to gather it myself.

Given in the city of Tarsis,

Ariadna Montcada

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Greetings, Nirathii!

Ssomeone wise, somewhere at some point, said something like “better late than never.” This is exactly that, my good people. A very late journal entry. It’s been months since the last one, but not a delay born of idling, well maybe a little bit! But much was put to work, debate and consideration. A lot of waiting occurred, in hopes that SBS would release some of the much sought after design journals, but since it turned into weekly updates, feels like the track has changed, and it seems we are not getting those, yet, and so we’ll carry forward without them to the best of our ability. In the last journal, Part I of this series. I’ve tackled the subject of power in game, mostly the titles and positions of nobility, and how they are actually controlled by pledges, at least at this point in development. While it would make sense for me to write about structure this time around, which defines where power lies in the kingdom. I’ve decided to speak about power in a different aspect instead. The sort of power every person in Nirath can be a part of. Now keep in mind, this one is mostly made out of speculations, but if I am right, it’d be nice to have it handy and at the ready.

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Tthey walked for two lunar cycles, stopping at every village and township along the way. Everywhere they went, they were welcomed with open arms by the villagers, who loved the blind old man. Though Saw’ah did not speak a word of their language initially, through listening to Sam’uel’s stories around the campfire and being tutored by the man during the day as they walked, Saw’ah soon learned to speak it well. In fact, his knowledge of his new language and his ability to express himself in it was soon much better than in his native tongue, which he had only learned to speak in the guttural form, having grown up around the roughest sorts and not expected to answer his mistress with anything but, “yes, mistress”.

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The once-slave and now-champion swore his fealty to Duke Usifan. He is one of the Grand Flock. And this is the highlight of his life.

Tthe whip cracked through the air, startling all those in its vicinity, though the one it was intended for did not so much as pause in his flight. “Stop, slave,” a harsh and brittle voice yelled, alerting all those in the market to the fact that a scrawny, malnourished boy was committing the worst crime imaginable, that of attempting to flee his master and righteous punishment.

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6 years later…..

Sso who is Usifan if you don’t mean the present heir to the duchy?” Asked the orphan quizzically, his voice crackling in a sign he had eventually embarked on the path to manhood. His lips were lined with soft fuzz, though of course he couldn’t see it. The teacher answered patiently: “Tales say the original Usifan was one of the sons of the banished Qin “Mann”.”

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