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  1. "With the collapse of the Countal government in Hesse, the population asks to be taken in by their German neighbors of Hanover. We welcome your governance with open arms."
  2. "Then your mind is blind if you don't believe me, but I will not come with you, I-" Sheiva paused when the rustling caught her ears. She jumped beside Knight and looked at him with narrow eyes. "They are searching for me, now they have found me. I will make you a deal, pig, if you keep these people away from me, I will come with you and answer your questions. But the answers I give you here, will be the answers I give to any of your superiors." Out of the underbrush, five creatures, with lithe green bodies and large eyes jumped out. They growled and beat their grotesque fingers into the dirt before springing upon Knight and Sheiva with terrible strength for their size. "The Ghouls, Yenros created them, en garde!" She cried out and then blasted one with her powers before he sprang back over her head to slash her back. The battle was on once again without a break in between.
  3. "If he was abducted by magic," she said pushing the energy blade aside with a gust of wind. "Then you are after the man I am fleeing from. Only my master, Yenros, possesses any power that surpasses mine. Your man will be there with him," Sheiva smirked, though the smile had a twinge of sadness and remorse, she had no reason to be coy now. "You can't reach him though, or even if you did, you wouldn't be able to rescue him. Yenros tore open the planar barrier, a dimensional gap if you will." Slowly the woman started to stand. "He was after a magic of unbelievable power, a devil from another realm of existence. In our mythology, she is known as the Void Queen, a being of darkness and chaos. From what my Master deducted, she calls herself Xe - all that is, all that will be. Right now, he is working to free her, the blast that happened all those months ago was just a taste of her power. She can do, much much more." Sheiva chuckled. "I would have stayed with him, but others came to aid him, and he could use their minds, I remained free and so he had no use for me. He's after me now, because I have the secrets of what he unleashed, but that won't matter as I don't know how to stop it, or really care to. I will get along in Xe's Dark World just fine." She stretched out her arms. "Are you going to continue the hunt?"
  4. The power that Knight possessed caught Sheiva off guard and when she figured that the entire Walled City would be brought down on him, she was instead thrown clear across the southern China, landing hard in a tropical jungle with the rain beginning to fall. Only a few moments later, Knight landed near her, panting heavily. She knew he didn't have much fight left, but she could barely stand up from the large ditch she caused through her dragging across the jungle. At Knight's last remark, Sheiva put up her hand and shook her head. "Don't come closer, we're both tired. Listen, what do you want with me? Did Yenros send you or did someone else? If you aren't with Yenros, then I'll talk to you, I won't listen, but I'll at least talk. I'm not giving you the locket, but we can at least come to a compromise with other things. What are you doing here?" Slowly Sheiva began standing, reaching up her hand for help. If he did, she could could him at least as a potential friend.
  5. Sheiva felt the force of his body collide with her before she could sent a terrible gust of wind up the chute of the cyclone. The tornado vanished as she tumbled several feet across the alley, then pushed herself up and spit onto the ground. "Machines." Her eyes glowed again, looking in contempt at the generator in the man's chest. "You have no soul. I will have no feelings in crushing you." The wind blew again as she leaped up into another cyclone forming at her feet and wrapped one of the clotheslines around Knight's legs as she pushed him back into the wall. Gusts of wind blowing forcefully against his skin, rippling him apart if she could. The gusts became stronger as she gripped the locket in her hand and it glowed with a bright blue light. She narrowed her eyes and cast her hand toward Knight. "I said I would demolish this place to stop you." The bricks of the buildings began to come apart, circling in the cyclone smashing all around Knight and some, surely, into him. It wouldn't be long until the skyrises began to collapse as he could see the rooms inside falling apart. "The world is my ammunition!"
  6. Phaidor sat with Jake and the General and spoke softly. "You will not win this war by hiding behind your walls. If you are to defeat these barbarians, before they lay waste to your land, you must meet them out on the field. Or Shanghai will be left a burning carcass of what once was."
  7. Exhor sat as judge for the night as Vasryrne writhed on the bed of Tebinid. Her body drenched in sweat as she tore at her clothes, her right palm continuing to twist and warp from the burn of His sword. Her eyes opened in the blackness, a white film covering eyes bleeding from the heat rushing through her body. "Please, Exhor, take me or choose me, do not tease me with pain! I beg you!" But all night she writhed, until the next morning Tebinid returned and found Vasryne laying prone on the floor of her shack, naked and covered in a cold sweat. "Vasryne?" he said, picking her up and laying her on the bed. "Wake up, can you hear me?" She opened her eyes, the film had disappeared while the dried blood caked to her cheeks as she pressed her lips together. "Water, please, I need water." The blacksmith ran to fill up a cracked bowl from a nearby spring in the forest and return it to the struggling woman. As he pressed the bowl to her lips, her color returned and she found the strength to sit up. After choking and finally vomiting on the floor, Vasryne felt ready to talk as she faced her friend. "I have passed the test." "I see that," said Tebinid leaning back in his chair. "Exhor is not a god to be trifled with, I believe he gave you the fight of your life." "If I am going to use His sword and be His champion, I should fear His death more than any death that a fighter can give me. I saw the glimpses of His realm, Tebinid, it is not one I would want to visit without having proved myself worthy of a lifetime of acclamation. Those not worthy burn in the fires of his forges while his champions engorge on food and drink for the rest of eternity. Unless they choose of course to come back into this pit of a world." "I cannot imagine you staying out of this world for too long, Vasryne, this pit is where the fun is at." His laughter shook the walls of the shack. "But let me see what I can do with your clothes, to make you at least somewhat presentable at Manaus. We should get moving soon if we are to be there for the Games." Tebinid, in his minimal skill at a needle and thread refashioned Vasryne's clothes to cover her body, at least what decency required covering, which was not much in the Amazon. Then they set back out on her canoe, against the tide of the mighty river toward the gathering place of the tribes - Manaus.
  8. "Well then you asked all you needed to, didn't you, pig." Sheiva's eyes filled with blue light as she levitated into the air and the small breeze that first blew into the alley became a gale force wind that blew the scattered papers on the ground into a tornado spinning around her. The clotheslines whipped of the sides of the abandoned buildings as they brought hunks of stone that pounded into the ground, trying to knock Knight to the ground. "Outclassed? I think not!" If he tried to dodge the whipping lines and stones fluttering through the alley, Knight would find that Shevia's tornado speed winds spinning around her body produced enough force to knock him back. Then out of the cyclone gusts of wind hit into his chest like arms and legs. She tried to push him into the wall and force his body apart from the pressure. And no doubt she would send him through a few walls. "I will collapse this entire neighborhood if I have to! I've been running too long to be caught by the likes of you pig!"
  9. Please mark the Brazilian Province of Amazonas as the Amazonian Tribal Confederacy
  10. ...After the days of Martens the Silver and the when the world was swallowed by pestilence and plague, a world undreamed flickered into the minds and hearts of those without homes. Into this world stepped Vasryne, destined to wear the crowned diadem of Holy America upon a weary head. It is I, her chronicler who alone can tell thee of her saga. Let me tell you of the days of High Adventure! ...Deep in the jungles of the Amazon rain forests, now grown with greater strength from the times when all plant life seemed wiped from the desolate landscape of South America, a single canoe paddled down the vast expanse of the river. The single rider wiped the sweat from her brow as her powerful hands steered the boat towards the sound of clanking metal in the distance. She smiled and pulled her black hair back from her eyes. Her body glistened in the sparse rays of moonlight that pierced through the great canopy of trees. In the darkness of the Amazon, wild beasts roared and howled with delight as they watched potential prey slip down the river. The woman gave the same low growl as a single pier came into her view with a single torch lit upon its rickety wood. She let the canoe bob next to the pier before her boots hit hard upon the pier and took the torch in her hand. Another torch appeared from the underbrush as a man walked out. "Exhor guide you, Tebinid, is it finished?" "Come, see yourself, Vasryne, and admire my handiwork." Vasryne followed the large man up through the jungle path to a single wooden shack. Inside, the shack had few comforts of home aside from a bed, a table, and one chair. Tebinid took her beyond his home, out to a clearing in the back where a great kiln stood in a cloud of smoke. An anvil of equal power sat near the kiln and upon it lay a great sword, glistening as Vasryne's body did on the river. She grinned and reached for the blade. An extension of herself. Her hand touched the hilt and she screamed as the heat from the blade swept onto her skin. Such heat, such pain. But still she held on as if fashioning the blade to her hand. Tebinid looked on, his eyes shining with pride. Finally with a triumphant grunt, Vasryne lay the sword back onto the anvil and looked at her blistered hand, streams of blood and hot pus already snaked down across her palm. "Thank you, Tebinid, it could be made no better." "It is Exhor's sword, fashioned from blood and iron, I could be no happier than to give it to such a worthy warrior." He reached to take her hand. "Come inside, let me bandage it for you." "No," Vasryne pulled away, the blood already drying into a lines of twisted skin boiled on her hand. "It is His mark, it will heal or I will die." "At least stay here for the night or are you hard pressed to continue your adventure?" "I would have hoped to have you come with me. The Games of Manaus are in a week, and in a week, the tribes of the jungle will call me Chieftain and that is when I will need you more than anything, Tebinid. I have enemies and will have more enemies if I win at the Games. Please, make the trip with me." The blacksmith chuckled and rested his strong hand on Vasryne's broad shoulder. "You sleep in my bed tonight. I will wander the forest and listen to the beasts. They will tell me." "You already know what they will tell you, they will say, follow her to Manaus!" "Yes, yes the will, but the way the utter it, the way the natural lights descend from the trees, will put my mind at ease." Vasryne smiled and nodded, "Do not be long friend, I will look for you in the morning." Then she walked into the shack and fell upon the bed as her right palm continued to twist. Her tears came out hot. Exhor would decide if she should live the night.
  11. Her name was Phaidor and she appeared at the gates of Beijing under a white flag. At the gates she prostrated herself to the guards and asked for mercy. "To the rulers of Beijing, I bring you tidings. I have escaped from the clutches of the wicked warlord Khatun and wish for entrance into your city to meet with your commander. I bring him news of the horde's next movements and can assist him in destroying the barbarians before they arrive in Beijing. Please let me in, it will not be long before the Warlord realizes I have left and hunts me down for disloyalty, her horde approaches within the day!" Phaidor looked up at the guards over her and cried out. The rogue pleaded on her hands and knees.
  12. Sheiva kept her eyes on him as she backed up against the wall, no where to flee. For a moment she looked worried, confronted by a pursuer who she knew nothing about. Then a spark of confidence returned and Knight could easily see it in the girl's eyes as she straightened up her body and started walking toward him. "So you must be pretty resourceful to get out of that bar alive. A lot of those guys make sure I'm protected, so I'm guessing, from the blood," she eyed up his body, "I'm going to have to find new friends." Stopping a few feet from where he stood, she held up the locket. "And I should thank you, I haven't held this in a long time. People stole it from me, so I can at least be happy that you've returned it." Her eyes narrowed and a blue glint flashed in her pupils. "But I don't like to hang with people I don't know, especially ones who haven't introduced themselves formally. Who are you and where did you get my locket?" A strange breeze blew through the otherwise windless alleyway, shuffling papers around and felling clothes off their swinging hangers. "If you'd rather remain silent or you don't have anything good to say, I suggest you turn around and leave. Right now."
  13. The bouncers let Knight in easy enough, they requested only one thing, he needed to leave any weapons at the bar. Inside, the only lighting came from a few dim bulbs hanging over the bar, a few tables, and a dart board on the far side of the tavern. No one looked up when he stepped inside, no one cared. But when he started sitting down and asking people about the locket, a few men began to look up. Not at first, at first Knight only received, "Get the Hell away from me, I'm busy." "Stick it up your ass." "Leave me alone." But at about the fourth person, eyes started to follow him around the tavern and finally one of the men at the bar stood up and turned to the agent. He stood tall, a muscular man with the beginnings of a beard and a smell of fish to him. He had a mixture of Asian and Western blood, his eyes danced fiercely around the room. "Hey, buddy, are you some kind of cop? Asking all these questions? You want to know about the locket? Give it to me." The man stepped up to steal it from his hands before a hand reached over his shoulder. "It's my locket," said a woman's voice. "But I don't appreciate people asking questions, especially not here." The brute smiled as he pushed the girl away and turned back to Knight. "Well then I'll be sure to get it for you, darling." He widened his stance as more of the men rose from the bar, threatening glancing running over Knight's body. The girl with the spiky white hair, dressed in a black riding vest and black pants drew back with a smirk and shrugged her shoulders. "Shouldn't have come looking for me." Then hell broke loose.
  14. The border of the Empire of Shanghai stretched open upon the northern steppes where the ancient realm of the Manchus once stood. A legion of horsemen appeared over the horizon, their hooves making thunder as they advanced across the border towards the villages scattered over the plains. Khatun smiled at the small villages, smoke rising from the hearths as the distant sound of baying sheep and goats crossed the open air. "A fine day for a raid." She smiled looking at the lieutenants riding by her side. "Ride into the villages, demand their submission and kill the local leaders. If they resist, raze the villages to the ground. This is the example for defying my will." The lieutenants returned smiles more fit for animals than men and raised their hands as the horde set off in a great gallop toward the first farming community. --- It was a glorious slaughter. The first villages attempted to resist Khatun and her steppe devils as they rode in. Village elders would grant no submission and thus their bodies were pulled apart before molten iron, taken from the tools of the villages were poured into their open eyes and mouths. Those who continued to resist had their villages burnt to the ground. The men killed, the women and children taken upon horseback. Such was the example Khatun set for the government of Shanghai. A few men were allowed to live as messengers and tasked with bringing the mutilated skulls of the Elders to Shanghai and thrown at the feet of the Emperor with the Western name. Khatun's threat was simple. Surrender or be annihilated.
  15. Everyone knows Mars is a dying planet...that's half the fun! I GIVE YOU BARSOOM! (Which is Mars in Martian tongue) http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/165/7/c/map_of_barsoom_by_motion_music-d53glcd.png
  16. I say just use the CNRP1 map, and just make that optional.
  17. Eight months ago Sheiva had stood at the altar between the world as her Master sundered the gates that kept the dimensions from overlapping. She watched in awe and horror as a great blue explosion engulfed the temple of the Lost Society. The blast expanded outward, covering the entire Earth, but in the temple time stood still. Sheiva floated on the periphery, watching her Master converse with two red eyes that formed in the blue cosmic clouds that over took the temple. She heard her Master agree to something then time began speeding up and Sheiva dropped to the stone floor of the temple. Out of the blue portal, Yenros stepped out, cosmic energy dancing around his body as he appeared younger, powerful, and strong. He gave a great laugh and looked at Sheiva as his hands rose and lifted her body into the air. "Master! Please!" she begged him in terror and awe at his new found power, "Please, remember who has served you loyally all these years!" "Do you think I would harm you, slave?" Yenros laughed and his eyes turned solid blue as Sheiva felt a surge of power in her own body. Before she passed out from the energy flowing through her veins, she watched as the entire world began to change in her focus and the strange sounds of clothes begin torn asunder from her expanding figure. For eight months, Sheiva watched as Yenros expanded his influence and power in a world that had been completely rearranged. He came to the people as a prophet of the new times and offered them a new life away from the tyranny of the Tianxian Emperor and other kings across the world that sought to enslave their simple minds. Sheiva listened to his every word and treated it as scripture, but soon other soldiers, devotees, and acolytes began filling up the Temple where Yenros constructed his headquarters. The devoted servant found herself pushed further and further to the side as more mindless servants came to answer Yenros' every word. Sheiva still questioned and counseled his ideas. But the prophet had grown too powerful for criticism. As Yenros' power grew Sheiva found she had less and less of a voice compared to the new generation of devotees, he finally decided to rid himself of anyone who potentially questioned his authority. Shieva found her strength sapped from her body. Staying within the temple walls would see the woman slaughtered by the acolytes and so she fled. First on foot and then, once arriving in the sprawling slums of the Eastern Coast of China, traveling on motorcycle, her white hair whipping across her back. It was in this emotion of fear and retreat that Sheiva arrived in the city of Hong Kong, a great slum, where local lords pledged fealty to Yenros and his growing cult of worshipers. But here, among the criminals on the street, Sheiva felt safest, she felt undetected, and here she could begin plotting her revenge.
  18. Sand through the fingers is truly a delightful feeling.
  19. In a dusty study in the Cathedral of Cologne a priest walked to a wall covered in books and reached up to the highest shelf. There he pulled out a book with a swirling cover of blue and red. He smiled, though it was a sad smile, one of a dreadful nostalgia, as he grasped the book in two hands and placed it down on the wooden table. Outside the church, he could see the torch lights coming alive. He gazed upon the soldiers marching down the narrow avenues of the city and then turned back to the book. He opened to the first page as a brilliant map of Europe in fine ink seemed to sparkle next to the candle flame. The title of the map read... Europe at the time of the Franco-German War. Father Gustav Brecht remembered the war as if had been a memory of yesterday, before the chaos in Germany now, before the Cataclysm, and yet the map seemed so similar. A France moving her fingers outward, blocked by enemies on all sides, and yet assisted by all as well. In that war, England and France had waged against Germany and Russia. Those from the East came as well, Brecht remembered Indians, he vaguely remembered Japanese, perhaps there were others, before the Empress of France fell, killed by the blade of the German Kaiser. She had been a lovely woman, he had been a handsome man. But such was war. This story had been written by a Frenchman, it was the tale of a Dutch woman, an immigrant to France who picked up the gun and sword and fought for French Empire in the grim chaos of the Rhine and Strasbourg. Brecht thought again and this time, a laugh pushed through his withered lips. "Just the same." He opened the book to the furthest pages toward the end, where the ancient paper seemed to beckon to his wet quill. He began to draw lines across the paper. A map of Europe, the counties of Hesse and Hanover, the Empire of France, the Kingdom of Britain, and the realms of Eastern Europe. "This is the story of my niece," he began, "Jessika." --- Hesse came to war as Germany often finds itself at war in Europe, through the ill-discipline of its neighbors and the problems of being a country wedged between the warring powers. As France, Britain, Japan, Carthage, and Japan engaged over a war, presumably started in Cologne itself, the Hessian government sought neutrality, but that could only last for so long. There was the future of Germany to consider and the dealings of government officials between our County and that of the Hanoverians eventually saw the war as a positive movement to rectify wrongs made within the borders of the ancient Holy Roman Empire. Hesse and Hanover were not strong nations alone, but perhaps together, a new future could be written. The Hanoverians arrived with their armored cavalry, their legions of soldiers, and their northern beer. They were welcomed by the population, as the government had stirred the people into a nationalistic frenzy. To the south were the fascists, branded naturally as Catholics to our austere Calvinist heritage, while to the west were Frenchmen, equally Catholic, equally wrong, and trouble makers. If one would sit down, it could be deciphered that all manner of warring nations, the British, the Japanese, the Romanians, and the North Americans (for whatever reason they had entered the war) could be blamed for these conflicts. For we Hessians, the issue was clear, this war would be fought to reunify the German states through Blood and Iron. It was this frenzy for adventure that saw my niece join with the Hessian regulars, along with so many of the young people of Cologne. Military commanders, mainly older men who had served in the wars past came to the front and devised their strategies. A vanguard push to the south. There had been rumors circulating among commanders in the south that a strange instance had happened. A few Hessians had been killed, their uniforms taken, and their bodies turned up naked somewhere in the forest. There was little investigation done, but the government used the instance to paint the Alvonians as the attackers and murderers of Hessian men and women. The next day the Hanoverians invaded France. Six hours after that instance, the First Hessian Infantry Regiment, along with armored reinforcements pushed south into the Alvonian Black Forest region. The commander, an ancient man named Josef-Wolfgang von Wurmser, led this attack. Their goals, and I understood that one of my niece's friends, a young college student by the name of Bridget, was part of this vanguard force, would secure a bulge within the Alvonian borderlands, heading towards Stuttgart and Ulm. The Hessian soldiers, in several attacks a la echelon would advance, with scouts and the heads of these lines. Reinforcing these lines of attack would be support from the skies in the form of various fighter planes, that would defend the vanguard advance from likely Alvonian resistance. From what we were told on the home front, Wurmser did not anticipate any solid advance and if Hessian troops entered either Stuttgart or Ulm unchallenged, he would be elated and truly alarmed. Instead he advanced his lines slowly, moving through the forest and scouting the skies, waiting for the clouds to rain bullets and the ground to be soaked in blood. Hesse had joined the wars of Europe, like her ancestors before, and we of Cologne are always prepared for the worst in war.
  20. Taraa walked over to the table where the emperor sat and slowly ate as she put together her thoughts of diplomacy. "Only recently have our people begun to look beyond our borders. Parthia, Druk Yul, Japan, are all places where we must begin to sow seeds of communication. But Parthia, given it's western location in Asia allows us to place a foundation on our other relations, so long as we can ally with Parthia, we can confine the rest of Asia to being either friends or foes. I have authority from my sister to sign an alliance of high authority bringing cooperation between the Uriankhai and the Parthians."
  21. Khatun left cities for the steppe and went among the villages. She did not trust the cosmopolitan bankers and office workers to make good riders and warriors for her campaign. She also needed to move in secret, for what she planned for Uriankhai would be illegal once she left the borders of her country. Khatun knew enough about politics that when she crossed from Mongolia into the territories of the south, she came as a Dog of War, an irresponsible being, only held accountable to herself. In the south, the village of Kaipang stood overlooking a small brook that flowed from the mountains. Khatun came here first. The herders eyed the woman suspiciously as she rode into their lands. She rode, wearing animal skins and a great cloak of fur, sleeveless, to show off the power she commanded in her arms and body. Dismounting near the center of the village, Khatun walked up to the largest yurt that served as the great hall of the Elders. Inside, the Mongols sat around a blazing fire, women and men turning their heads to gaze at the intruder. She came armed, a rifle on her back along with two hatchets at her side. "Who are you, who disturbs the peace of Kaipang?" said one of the Elders rising to his feet. "I am Khatun, Dog of War, I come to speak of a new Horde that rises as I speak and that seeks to reaffirm the glory of our people to the world." "Are you an agent sent by the President?" "No," she said smirking, "I come of my own volition. My service is to myself, by my loyalty is to my Khanness, Khun Kuzevin. May I sit and speak freely?" The Elders turned to each other, but Khatun saw that the eyes of the women in the tent opened with joyful surprise and the men nodded with their own smiles of approval. Finally the Elders spoken, "Yes, speak, and drink with us, we have fermented yak's milk, good for the body, and the spirit." So Khatun sat and she drank."In the south," she spoke, "There are many people than simply Mongols and Turks. There are Han Chinese and Uyghurs. There are men and women owned by the rumors spoken in the winds that echo on the steppe." She turned her eyes up to the Elders, "You know of what I speak - Chotgor - Demonspawn. The Shamans of the tribes speak of them often, they have seen them in their meditations. I have seen them too. Tengri came to me, he turned me from one of you," she said pointing at one of the women, "Into a warrior, into a champion of our people. But you are all champions and we men and women of the steppe have never listened to those men who tell us to stay upon the dry and barren lands of our ancestors. We rode and we conquered!" The men and women sitting around the fire began to smirk and laugh as Khatun told the story, the story that united all Mongolians, the story of Genghis Khan. "And the Khan rode south, to dismantle those comfortable in their palaces and to engorge on the wealth of their cities. We will do the same. We will raid and our fame will grow. Join me brothers. Join me sisters. Together we can make a new Horde and a new Khanate!" Such was the scene at many other villages along the southern regions in Uriankhai as riders joined with Khatun before a force of several hundred strong wheeled south and entered the borders of the Empire of Shanghai...
  22. Khatun could not explain the rush. It felt as though her mind shut down and yet expanded with more feeling than she ever could imagine. Her body boiled with power, with heat, with strength as her animal skins stretched and tore. She fell back against the wall, roaring out with wicked glee as might and power flooded her body. She clenched her fist and brought it down against one of the tables, shattering the metal in one great sweep. Her memories of the steppe swam in a whirlpool of chaos as the endless fields once cluttered with yak and camels became crowded with the thundering of horses of a horde, a horde that she led for the glory of all Uriankhai! "What is this?!" Khatun growled out, her voice deep with passion. "This is incredible!" She jumped forward, making the floor shake as the effects of the initial metamorphosis began to subside. Her raven hair flowed down her back, wild and thick, her tanned skin still pulsing from the growth in her stature and muscularity. Khatun laughed after the world seemed to stabilize. "Absolutely incredible, I feel amazing, like a warrior, like a goddess!" She turned back to the window of the tower and looked out upon the steppe where the storm had begun to drop a gentle rain on the arid ground. "I need weapons, Ao, I need riders." Her hands gripped the sides of the window and breathed in the fresh air of the steppe, "Do not tell Khun of my doings, nor Taraa, I shall give them my loyalty myself when I ride at the vanguard of a new horde of riders, to spread our power across Asia and across the world." Turning back she grabbed the doctor and held her shoulders. "Thank you, my friend, thank you for giving me this chance! I will go, and I will win, for all of Uriankhai!"
  23. "It seems more like dark magic than science," said Khatun as she followed Ao over to the opened metal case, looking at the crimson liquid inside the glass vial. "The people in these lands must fear you Ao, for you must command the strangest authority over their heads, playing the games of the gods and of the devils all at once." She held out her hand, "Well then, if this is my lance, my quiver, my sword, I accept it. Give it to me so that I may begin to make all of the continent shake with the thundering of our hooves and let our enemies cry in terror." Their eyes meeting again, wide and pulsing with the wetness of desire making it hard to see. Khatun felt her heart race and beads of sweat form on the back of her neck as she stood toe to toe with Ao. "I will be a Beast of War for my Khaness!"
  24. "Yes," said Khatun with a shiver in her voice, "I would like that very much." Her grin curled up along with Ao's, both of them feeling the pulsing energy in the room their desires being manifest in the storm that began to form outside. "What would you need to do to make me into this champion? When can we start? I have no life back on the steppe aside from tending my herds and I would give that up for the chance to be something greater, to be a symbol of power and fear for all of Uriankhai." The phrase 'Dog of War' made the girl's black hair stand on end. She clenched her fists and looked out the window at the passing clouds. "Yes, Ao, I want to be the symbol of Khün's power. A symbol of the rising power of the Uriankhai in Asia and the world." She stood up from the chair, her fist beating on the animal skins that clothed her body. "Make me into that champion, Ao, I beg of you! Let me serve the people who I love so dearly and who require the hope and dreams of a conqueror!"
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