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[[OOC: Might, the trolls aren't part of your duchy, they are the Province of Trollia, it is under my command, but under me is the troll, Ugruk. And I said no cannons Might, so that cannon is void...and no taking other chiefdoms without me...so that is also void...]]

In Tigaria the Erunion and his local allies had made great inroads towards forging peace, a peace forged at the end of a sword...
{All I have time to post for now, but I'm back.}

Septim sends a massive army to the orc lands and the troll lands and takes them both with little effort, then sends a small army to the halfling lands and takes them over. He then places Agronok Rek-Relok in charge of Orcimia, Tessia Tork in charge of Salisa, and a troll named Ugruk in charge of the troll lands. He makes sure he can trust the three of them before placing them in office, then turns his eyes towards the Xerillian Empire. With the raw strength of trolls, the food of the halflings, the battle skill of the orcs, the technology of the dwarves, the battlemages of the serpents, the tactical skill, fleet, airfleet, and mages of the humans, and the assassins of a few loyal Tigarian tribes, Septim's army is ready for the conquest of the Xerillian Empire. Septim sends a few Tigarian assassins to kill many important figures in the Xerillian Empire, which results in the death of Elven King Orchon Delsfire, and many of their Generals and Admirals. Septim then takes out many naval bases, cities, and supply areas. Afterwards Septim's army and navy of 15,000,000 with over 10,000 warships and 8,000 airships, and 20,000 dragons takes on the Xerillian army of 14,500,000, and their navy of 8,000 warships, with support from their 5,000 airships. Their airships are quickly destroyed by the Drakonians, and Septim personally destroys the flagship, Star of Xerillia, in his dragon form. With their airships destroyed their fleet dies also at the hands of the mighty navy of Erabor, 3,000 warships are lost, and 2,000 airships are lost. Septim's massive army battles Xerillia's on the planes of Xeris, the capital of the Xerillians' crumbling Empire. High Duke Antonis Xarxes leads the attack in the absense of High General Telcontar, and his tactical skill makes for the destruction of the Xerillian's grand army, 7,000,000 casualties are taken by the Eraborians, 13,000,000 are taken by the Xerillians. Afterwards the Eraborians take the metropolis of Xeris, and Septim places an exile from Xerillia, Shinar Silverscar, in charge&nb*beep*ajor city of Tiseron and a large area around it to be the Province of Xerillia, Septim's army places a heart in Xeris, the troll capital of Ushnak, the orc capital of Argaruk, and the halfling capital of Desilton. Septim then sends an extra 20,000 men to Tigaria to aid High General Telcont*beep*ptim then splits up old Xerillia.

*Septim gives messages and documents to the appropriate people. Septim intends to repay those who have stayed with him the longest. Septim gives lands to his four High Dukes, then gives lands to his High General, Erunion Telcontar, in light of his soon to be conquest in Tigaria.

[[OOC: Erunion, when you conquer Tigaria, the message will come...]]

With the one billion gold coins (they were extremely wealthy...they are ten thousand years old...) from Xerillia, Septim pays 200 thousand to each of his Dukes. Septim promotes Jonas Topal to Colonel, then sends him off to Tigaria at the head of 20,000 men to arrive and give command to High General Telcont*beep*ptim decomissions most of his army down to about five hundred thousand men. Septim then sits upon his throne and ponders his next move.

[Septim.......That Troll area is mine also.....]

*Might's armys now has the most powerful air-force and the most advanced weaponry in all of Erabor and they are the best.*

[[OOC: Might, no it isn't...and your army isn't the best, it is as good as all of Erabor's...your army has one advantage, the other's have others. If you want to rebel on the matter of Troll lands, I will send my armies to destroy you and divide your lands amongst more...satisfied Dukes, that is a large chunk of land I have given you...is it not enough. I was allowed to rebel because I was with the Place since the beginning, and I was the manager, meaning that Killer LET me take his lands, if he did not want his lands taken he could have undone everything and kicked me from this game. You do not say what lands you have Might...you are not the manager, you are not even a moderator of this game. And Revenge, we own the WORLD, the northern and southern hemisphere...we have EVERYTHING, now let us make the world our playground...]]

Septim, High Emperor of the Eraborian Empire, gives out Stars of Erabor to many soldiers, but keeps two for Jonas Topal and Erunion Telcontar.

[[ Yer, Id say it was very good ^^ ]]

[Can/Should I interrogate him first?]

*Might sits in his mage circle with Xerxus.*

"Now i want to do a wizard duel with you. No using your strength or anything like that! Just magic!"

*Might starts it off with a fireball and follows with a ray if burning fire.

Xerxus blocks it and uses the symbol of the Umbar.[Only Xerxus knows know how to make these symbols]

Might just barely resists it. The battle goes on as the tower explodes in the distance and a avalanche of rocks fall of the mountain as the titanic duel goes on.*. [Where I am ,but don't worry its far away from my city.]

Twenty thousand Eraborian troops stand in a field, facing down over two hundred thousand Tigarians, led by a coalition of those who wish to maintain their lifestyle and keep out of Eraborian control.
A herald came out of the Tigarian camp, to meet with Erunion, the Eraborian general who they had so frequently tried to assassinate.
"Abandon these lands, and admit your defeat, fool! I see that the weaklings have betrayed you, you must now surrender, or die. The choice is yours!"
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll just have to kill the lot of you. Go crawling back to your leader, filth."
Turning away, Erunion told his men to prepare for battle.
As soon as the Tigarian herald returned to his camp, the Tigarian army let out a great war cry and charged.
"Archers, mages, prepare... Fire!"
A flight of arrows came arced up and landed in the Tigarian horde as explosions from the mages tore into the lines. The Tigarian leaders, blinded by their battle rage failed to notice the flock of "birds" coming in behind them. Only when one of them (who was also a shaman) felt a great deal of power flickering to either side of the horde did they realize the enormity of their doom. The massive illusion was lifted from the sides of the field and the army of peace-loving Tigarians, all of whom had sworn an oath of allegience to Emperor Septim, and were also supported by the twenty thousand Eraborian reinforcements, were revealed. As soon as that happened, they all unleashed their arrows and the mages used their power, as the "flock of birds" opened fire with their ballistas and crossbows.
The ambush had been executed perfectly, the Tigarian dissenters all dead or surrendered.

Tigaria was now another Eraborian province.

[[OOC: Yes...that makes sense...we conscript most of the males and only a small few of the females, so 15,000,000 in my grand army makes pretty good sense...and there are also 5,000,000 trolls unaccounted for...]]

Emperor Septim discovers a nation of warrior people to the north and south that live in cold enviroments, Septim sends a scout team of 300 men to scout them out, none report back, but a few days later a tall man walks into Septim's throne room escorted by twenty Eraborian soldiers.

"Emperor, this man seeks audience with you!", says the leader of his guards.

"Then let the man talk...", says Septim

"I am Falskar of the Eskillian Kingdom, I am here on behalf of King Krosger. Are you the leader of Erabor?", asks Falskar.

"I am Emperor Septim of the Eraborian Empire...what is it you have come to ask?", asks Septim.

{Them and different planes of existence... Also, with this much magic, who needs workers!?!?!? :P JK}

*The size and amount of power used in the duel decimated the mountains surrounding the tower as the two wizards battled it out with magic unknown to even the most powerful mages in the Empire.

The surrounding duchies can see the battle being fought on the snowy mountain peak.*

The Eskillian Navy soon leaves their waters to plunder cities, and are immediately destroyed by dragons and warships. Afterwards an army of 300,000 lands on the Eskillian coast and takes over their port city and armory of Askar, and Septim's army gets many sets of much needed clothes to survive the cold. Afterwards, Septim, wearing thick, yet light, robes and having his Adamantium armor underneath leads the attack on the city of Ysgara, the garrison there fights bravely and kills 10,000 men, but are soon killed by a combination of dragons and trebuchets. Septim's army obtains more clothing and march upon the capital of Eskil. Septim sees a man looking out from the highest tower and knows that he is the King, Septim morphs into Dragon form and flies up there, leaving Colonel Jonas Topal, with the General of the Armies dead in the last attack, in charge of 290,000 men.

Septim lands on the roof and the King turns to see him.

"Septim, you come to crush us as well?", asks the King.

"I come because you started a war, and now I am here to fini*beep*...", says Septim.

"Well lad, let us have a fair fight then, shed your armor and do not use magic, and I will shed mine and use not the powers of the north.

"Fine...", says Septim as he sheds his armor, the Eskillian King sheds his. Septim draws Firengard and the King draws a mithril blade called Frostmarch. Septim goes easy (Septim was master melee combat instructor and has learned every single technique there is to learn...) on the King, for he wants him to die with honor. Septim dodges many blows and blocks only a few. Septim is about to win when the King's skin turns blue, his eyes go white, and he grows a foot taller.

"This...is...the power of the North!", roars the King.

Septim holds true to their agreement, even though he doesn't, but no longer goes easy on him. Septim parries a blow and stabs the King in the stomach, then Septim pulls his blade out and stabs it into his throat, the now monster of a King coughs out blood before Septim kicks him off the side of the tower, the King falls down twenty stories before hitting the ground with a loud thud. Septim sighs, walks over to his armor, and puts it on, he then puts on his robes and picks up the King's blade, he puts it in the discarded sheath and looks out at the battle, it's still going, but the Eraborians are winning. Septim turns into his dragon form and flies down.

Jonas Topal leads the attack for the Eraborians as Falskar leads the defense for the Eskillians, Topal's force equals 290,000 men, Falsk*beep*quals 100,000 men, yet they fight bravely, and many Eraborians fall. Topal finally engages Falskar in battle.

"Falskar!", roars Topal.

Falskar stabs an Eraborian and looks at Topal, Falskar marches over and brings his greatsword down upon Topal. Topal jumps out of the way and rolls before having to jump over a sideways attack from the right, Topal then stabs his blade into the man's arm. The man roars and pulls out a longsword from a sheath at his side, he slashes and stabs wildly at Topal, and Topal walks backwards, an attack from the back comes at Topal, but Topal sees it, parries, and stabs back as he walks away from Falskar. Falskar has an opening and Topal stabs into it, right into Falskar's chest, the man falls to the ground, and Topal stabs his blade into his neck. He then looks up to see his Emperor, the Dragon of Erabor, coming down to help in the fight.

The battle is soon won, with 95,000 casualties on the Eraborians' side and 80,000 on the Eskillians (they surrender before they all die). Septim lets the Eskillians go on the condition that Eskillia becomes a province of Erabor, they accept and Eskillia becomes a Province of Erabor. Septim places an Eskillian that chose not to fight, Wulf Eskar, in charge of the Province and goes off to conquer the remaining cities, with casualties of only 5,000 more he conquers the rest of Eskillia and goes home to Erabor.

[[OOC: These are lands close to the North pole, the South pole doesn't have a continent...]]

The now worldwide Eraborian Empire has peace at last, with every single group of people under it's control, it has nothing else to engulf. It had grown from a settlement to a city, then a city to a County, then a County to an Empire, and now it was across the globe, Septim sits in his throne and hopes there will be no more wars.

[[OOC: My character is nearing eighty now, but due to his half-Drakonian blood he can live up to a hundred thousand years old or more...]]

[[OOC: I have a standing army of fifty thousand troops to act as guards and peacekeepers during peace, and the Dukes and Duchesses are only allowed an army of five thousand maximum, so there are few wasted jobs.]]

Septim has his older ships (obsolete models) stripped down for materials. Septim then sends all of his army home except for 50,000, whom are to act as guards throughout his Empire. Septim then has an Eskillian warrior come before him.

"Teach me your techniques, they are the only I have left to learn, and in all honestly I think it is the best...", says Septim.

"Alright, Emperor, we like to use our swords to block and parry, no shields, they are heavy and allow less movement. If you are skilled at dodging you can do that as well, but few are. We also have a talent called the Power of the North that I can teach you. It increases strength, speed, and endurance for a short period of time..."

Septim spends a few hours learning the techniques of the Eskillians, and the Power of the North, and he soon finishes. Before the man leaves Septim gives him ten thousand coins and asks his name.

"I am Rosgin, son of Norgar", he says before leaving.

[[OOC: No, they are under the control of Dukes of their own race, that way they will not be angered when they see a man that helped conquer them rule them. Besides, you got a pretty big chunk of Xerillia. Xerillia twice as large as Erabor, so that land you got is half the size of the entire continent of Erabor.]]

Verthias, swathed in the thick furs vital for survival in Eskillia for ordinary humans, yet which he only wore to blend in, was pleased with his progress.

In the heat of the battle, he had managed to pick off more than a dozen poweful mages and skilled warriors, from both sides; and, his two magnificent trumps, had managed to absorb both the General of the Armies of the Eraborian forces and a Drakonian, injured and blown off course in the battle with the Eskillian navy. His strength was growing rapidly, he knew, but he was still not good enough. He resolved to set out to each and every continent, following in the footsteps of the Emperor Septim, and grow more powerful with every stop. His plans then, he mused, would take a somewhat darker path.

Verthias hijacked another of the smaller dragonships, tossing the corpses of the crew into an icy crevasse on the way southwards, to Tigaria...and power.

[Oh come on, you have to be kidding. Verthias is masking his signature anyway, the only reason he felt you was because you were doing the thaumic equivalent of firing flares and playing loud music on top of a mountain]

[And Xerxus isn't of 'my world', anyway]

[/hiss]

[So how did you manage to summon, bind, and hold your own against in a magical duel with him? This is all getting very suspect. *looks at Septim with pleading eyes to clarify matters*]

That  Might would suck his willy everyday....

Erunion is sitting in his castle, deciding what to do with all the troops under his command that could no longer fight. Staring at a map he mused; The 10th Legion and the 501st Cohort will be my private army, but the rest. Well, we have some excellent farmland here, that will be a few divisions. The mining there is excellent, and I could have that division set up a trade empire. The rest could work on manufactured goods, with an emphasis on building new machines. I'll keep their equipment under magical lock and key in these castles. That way if their is any threat to Erabor or Emperor Septim they can be mobilized in just a few days.
Looking up from his map he saw that Might and his demon had come to his castle.
"Might, there is always welcome for a fellow Duke in my castle, but why must you bring this hell-born monster with you?" Erunion then looked at the demon, Erunion's eyes glowing slightly. "You, I can have no welcome for."

{Septim, I am currently attempting to bring on the industrial revolution with the soldiers that have returned from the wars. Hope you don't mind...}

{I never said I would succeed, just that I was trying.}
{Bleep, Bleep, Bleep. Plan to murder the Individual Dukes and then Septim detected. Might is suspect....}

[Steam power is over the limit....its way into guns era that that was made....]

*Might looks at Erunion.*

"Xerxus, please leave us."

Xerxus smiles and walks away.*

[Erunion, you detect that that is not his true form btw.]

"Now then Erunion. I was thinking that both of our Dukedoms could benefit from a alliance. It would also allow us to share our innovations in science and magic. Not to mention that Xerxus thinks well of you and that is rare indeed."

[[ Steam power was the first revolution... ]]