Epilogue Thread (V2)

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Epilogue Thread (V2)

Post by Smyg » 09:11:37 Wednesday, 11 September, 2013

The time has come to end Vanaheimr 2: Magh Meall, sadly.

Rather than post a massive turn detailing the future of the world, I've opted to take a more individualised approach. Each and every player that participated in the second (and last) turn will receive a private message, detailing their fates.

It is up to you to choose if you wish to share this fate with your fellows. And how you wish to share it. Do you edit away the embarrassing parts and hide your defeats, or do you relish in your victories and mistakes both? I won't judge anyone, not the slightest. History is written by the people with keyboards.

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Re: Epilogue Thread

Post by OYID » 18:20:24 Wednesday, 11 September, 2013

Sander Vogelzang.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.

Through crafts most nefarious - bribery, extortion, murder, charm - you seized hold of a city. But that wasn't enough. Cunning in the arts of trade and deceit, you wove a web of contacts and partners throughout the eastern seas, garnering wealth, slaves, soldiers, and more.

But it wasn't enough. An entrepreneur at heart. Many of your plans failed, most of all the most daring ones - Lady Luck didn't favour you, nor did your efforts to research the situation. Places you thought were cities were naught, as large as your wealth was you couldnät buy everything, and men held the same cunning deceit as you within their hearts.

It didn't take long for the Republic to catch on. The Thaigmen, the enforcers of the regime, may have been in your pocket, but not even gold and spices can buy off true belief, nor remove the taint of the Elders in the Thaig blood. Your corruption was cleared out of Veata... but not for long. You took refuge elsewhere, and a coin soon becomes two. And so, you returned. Eventually. All in due time. Vengeance can wait - profit cannot.

No matter what, you always returned. You didn't always win, financially nor politically, but you always tried. And each time, you came back with more in your pockets (and hidden in the cargo) than you had left with. Even as the ground shook, and the political landscape of the continent changed forever, you remained. And when you were gone, your faded white beard red with blood and a Company dagger through your back, your work was still there. Your legacy.
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Post by RinKou » 20:17:42 Wednesday, 11 September, 2013

Onoda Shōichi.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.

One Emperor, or another. What does it matter? You sailed to Ao Isle, and from there on southwards, serving with Zhū Yáng. To obey - at least in the Imperial Viceroy's mind - a man of China, one from the barbaric ages past even, was not comfortable.

On Ao Isle, you could feel that something was wrong. As Abibaal and Yashimov swore their loyalties to the Lord of Ten Thousand Years, the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, you stood silent. You could feel a darkness at the heart of the island, and you could smell the gunpowder.

In Saihen, it got worse. The Imperial Viceroy was no longer the Imperial Viceroy. He was now the Emperor himself. Carving out a dynasty of his own in the northern wastes, taking up arms against the Katanari Empire, he went a step too far perhaps. One Emperor, or another. What does it matter? Quite a lot, it seems. Discontent, both with your foreign companions and with tales of the southwards continent, you set off north. This place was nothing like home.

Across the Sea of Antiva, you journeyed, looking for something better.

Your crew never complained.
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Re: Epilogue Thread

Post by Gesar » 22:16:34 Wednesday, 11 September, 2013

Carver Bowen.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.

You like to say that a wise man once said "Men are made, not born." That is incorrect. You said it. While trying to seduce a woman. But it might be true nonetheless.

'Lady' Seline was just another dusky woman. At first. In companionship with her, you robbed. You kidnapped. You killed. For gold and glory, and maybe just for the sake of it. Business as usual. Nothing more. Right?

As the Electors in Lutetia squabbled in the chaos of the royal selection, you set off from your newly won estate. The Lord Captain of Dragon's Bay headed for the Magethorns, and became even less of a Lord than before, albeit more of a Captain. Through all means necessary - rum handouts, charismatic speeches, knife duels with stubborn smuggler ringleaders - the allegiance of the would-be pirates was won. Business as usual.

What followed next is little more than a blur. Fire. Blades. Screams. The Thaigmen of Kobaliman being introduced to the fine art of gunpowder usage. The stink of death mixed with the scent of the ocean. You returned to Seline - the only part of the memories that do not merely mix with the decades of faded battles - and brought the art to Lutetia as well.

What happened in Lutetia went poorly for Seline's plans, and for the Sangterrean aristocracy. They were nearly obliterated, and the clergyman's bastard daughter saw her plot to install a weak-minded nobleman distantly related to the deceased monarch crushed. Because you killed him, Captain. And you picked a new plan. With the last living electors in your hands, and - conveniently - every other gathered candidate for the throne fallen in the mayhem, you placed the crown on a brow most unexpected.

When morning came, the Red Maiden set sail from the docks. Left behind was an illegitimate Grand Princess, still burning with the heat of your final kiss. Not a single tear was shed. A monarch does not cry in public.
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She thought you'd stay. Just for a brief moment. A flicker of hope. Maybe you did too.
But no.
Onto the seas once more, Captain. Into the wind.

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Post by TRC » 00:30:23 Thursday, 12 September, 2013

Smyg wrote:
Vincenzo Santini.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.

You came from a land of war and deceit, making your living as a mercenary for Genoa. Genoa long gone, in a world beyond the seas, you adapted to another profession: Piracy. And boy, was it profitable. Gold flowed into your hands, and a raid here and there was all it took to get more.

Setting up operations in the Rogue Isles, you banded together with local pirate lords, forming a cartel of sorts. The parties were wild, as were the battles. The scourge of the Sea of Dreams, you became, even as your men dwindled one by one, the Italian bastards and cut-throats being replaced slowly by indigenous bastards and cut-throats.

It just wasn't the same. And in the end, your luck ran out, as always. God doesn't favour the ruthless and daring - and nor does the Blackreach. When the invasion from below finally came, pouring out of every damn hole in Laigitsev, the Kingdom couldn't stand. King Archen I Boheran fled the ruins of Subrosa for the high seas - along with the entire Royal Navy, previously so unable to handle the pirate attacks.

Your men sold you out, and happily joined the government-in-exile's forces as legitimate anti-Dwarven privateers. As you faced the gallows, having refused to cooperate, you smiled. At least the wine had been sweet, the gold shiny, and the women beautiful.

They couldn't take that away from you.
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Re: Epilogue Thread

Post by Serenissima » 18:27:03 Monday, 10 March, 2014

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Timothy Peter Russell.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.

You hadn't sailed all of the Seven Seas, but at least a few of them, far and wide. And yet, Orford had never seemed as far away as it did the day before the storm hit, a quiet, rainy day in the Year of Our Lord 1799.

Cast away, you and your crew spent months drifting on an unknown sea, your mast broken like a twig by the winds and your navigational charts all wrong. Finally, you hit the shores of a land unknown to you, a fair land, although admittedly somewhat uncomfortably... French. None the less, it was civilized, and after all those empty nights amid the icy waters, any civilization was welcome.

You were never quite invited to the Court - it was clearly not an option to refuse the royal offer of hospitality while the
Deimos underwent repairs and resupplied. Little heed was given to your claims about a faraway empire, "Great Britain", or your supposed noble status. More valued was your ship, and the power it wielded, Post-Captain.

"Laumea", the state-funded town criers had exclaimed when inquired, "fairest lady of all the realms!" Not far from the truth, as it turned out. A noble soul with a kind heart, she alone held back the barbarism of the lower classes, and the wiles of the aristocracy. You saw something in her, during that brief audience. When service was offered in the Aquieuan Navy, you did not refuse.

For countless moons you sailed across the Wounded Coast, and many prizes did you claim. Par Vollenian slave raiders, Sangterrean privateers, that damned fool Bowen... it didn't matter who you fought. In the end, you always returned to the bronze-paved streets of Val Chevin with your spirit intact, head held high. Through thick and thin, you served a monarch far more charming than George III ever had been.

Back home in England, your reward for such service had been riches and prestige. Here, in a land where Elves yet skulk in the forest's darkest spots, and where sirens yet sing of hidden cities deep down in the blue, you found your reward elsewhere, perched atop her throne with a curious smile and a glint in her eyes.

Welcome home, Lord Admiral.
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Re: Epilogue Thread

Post by Smyg » 18:27:51 Monday, 10 March, 2014

I TOLD YOU ALL I'D DO IT

MWHAHAAAAAAAAA
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Re: Epilogue Thread (V2)

Post by Flamelord » 21:24:13 Wednesday, 12 March, 2014

*Looks in his inbox*

*Doesn't see V2 Epilogue PM*

Liar. Not that I care. I'd actually prefer not to know and keep up my own hopes and dreams as to what eventually happened, rather than the most likely disappointing reality.

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Re: Epilogue Thread (V2)

Post by Smyg » 21:27:01 Wednesday, 12 March, 2014

I never said I'd do anyone else's. It's just that Seren has been on my ass about it.

Other people will get theirs... if they complain enough. <_<
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Re: Epilogue Thread (V2)

Post by Smyg » 02:11:52 Wednesday, 25 January, 2017

A continuation of this. Apparently I never made one for Huojin.

Alas, here it is, at last.
Zhū Yáng.

Your fate was in your own hands.

And you took a chance.


Across time and space, the legacy of the Great Ming would never die, but awaken once more. Although separated from the fleet of your commander Zheng He, you knew the only path forward. The Son of Heaven may take its form in you, but the heart and soul of the Middle Kingdom would remain eternal.

From the Imperial Court at Nanjing to the strange shores of Ao Isle, where you found the Chains of Dusk and made enemies that would last a lifetime, your life remained everlastingly impressive. In the northern reaches of the Empire of Katarni, you cut a deal most cunning, and the whole of the subcontinent knew your might. The Child Emperor imprisoned, his Lady Regent beheaded - even the rebel Zha, commander of the insurgent Legion, fell to you once the Thaig had been driven out, although legend would have it he evaded you even in death.

Within the deep archives of Huangdi City you found enlightenment, knowledge which would drive the Empire to command the entirety of its realm once more. The warlord Sha Herre pledged his fealty, and the corpse hordes of Lake Ghul and Black Tide of the southern caves were stopped in their tracks by the Imperial armies. Victory was complete.

Little did you know that every muscle you moved, every thought pulsing through your mind, was artificial. Your puppet body danced to His every tune, loyal ever since that meeting aboard the Tiānzĭ in the docks of Saihen.

Across the years, each scion of your Dynasty - the legendary dynasty of Zhū Yáng - danced as you had.
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The Empire born anew
A crown upon your head, and power eternal
Yet strings all around.
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Post by Huojin » 02:14:59 Wednesday, 25 January, 2017

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Re: Epilogue Thread (V2)

Post by Coin » 17:17:32 Wednesday, 25 January, 2017

SpoilerShow
Huojin confirmed as Chinese Faramir, a wizard's pupil
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