>>24385832
>>24368917
>Two Twos
One in four hundred odds of this
A joorod from Sal'Kafon helped to teach how to fight with the new swords, and is well liked by the Tonaika, though he is kept away from the commoners lest they grow angry over his presence. The new fighting style is called Kafos, after the friendly little joorod nation. In fact, some more optomistic members of the Order head over, to try and convince some joorods to join them. The only problem they can forsee is the branding. They've heard of feather dying, perhaps that is an option? Whatever is done, it must be permanent.
Such a strange machine. Shipwright master Bollan wants to take this further, and attach the device to ship, to match the pirates, mostly under presser from the Port Administration. They wish desperatley to match the pirates, that trade might be expanded without fear.
Such wonders have been wrought in these lands. United peoples, a strong army, mighty structures, all from the hands of a strong nation. A strong monarch. That monarch, Ota Doso, is so very, very happy, and he is so very, very old. He has presided over the longest period of peace in the region since the Riklun settled the Nula river valley over a hundred and fifty years ago. Now, his heart is giving out, and he has little time left. The aging govkar calls up his adopted son, Orok, and places his staff in his hands, and his helm upon his head. Orok is Ota now, Chosen of the Gods, Manifest Will of the Ancestors, Father of the World, Sheperd of the Nation. The young boy will now be a relgious leader, chief of state, and commander of the armies. He is not sure he is ready, but his father knows he is. He shall rule now, for Kulamot