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Re: A time-line of TGI history. [LORE]
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 01:59 PM |
The great story of the down-fall, rise and creation of Arcadia is a long one written in blood and brutal war, prosperity and excellence, brotherhood and honor.
[The story of Arcadia's origin].
Arcadia was a nation forged in the wake of a new mind-set. Rebels of an old empire, long ago. They would not stand with the nation whom they once served, and sought for the creation of an empire better than that in which they sat. They needed a home. They needed Arcadia. So, with that, and the support of many members of the old empire and supporters of all different nations, Arcadia, and her army The Grand Imperium was born.
[The retirement of the old one].
A great age had passed, Arcadia was a new nation! Powerful and mighty, with rich culture and people. Many wars were won, and none lost. But it was time now, for the old one to rest a while. He handed the power of Arcadia to a man more willing and ready as any other, the great Maester and Overlord ToberDam.
[The era of ser Toberdam].
With the new golden era of ToberDam Arcadia grew in brotherhood and power, and with it's passed spine built by the old one and it's fleet ready for war, it went to engage the old mighty nation that the old one had left to finish the job many vowed. To destroy it, and integrate it for Arcadia.
[The retirement of ToberDam].
At the end of the era, the war was costly and left Arcadia a dent. Both nations fought savagely and causalities were in the millions on both sides. No ground was made by Arcadia or the Imperium's army, and the war was deemed a waste of life. ToberDam shortly thereafter retired his duty, wishing to return to his people and his family, deeming himself a failure. He gave power of the Imperium and it's officers to Ket-Val the Great, a savage war-master willing and able to bring Arcadia victory.
[The era of Ket-val].
When the brutal and glorious Ket was handed Arcadia, he mobilized the remnants of her army and began to train them to become true killers. Her numbers may have been small, but her soldiers were ferocious. Many great and bloody victories were won for Arcadia, and the nation was re-born. Blood and glory were in the eyes of the eagle, and flesh was ripped from bone by her mighty talons. Soon, though, Ket met a force more sizeable and trained in the art of future war-fare. Soticule and Sleet forces met Arcadia, and smashed heads as savage battles raged through Arcadia. Losses in Arcadia were great, and the defeated Imperium was forced to retreat marking another set of losses in her history.
[The retirement of Ket-val].
Ket grow weary, and old. The glorious ket was no longer in position to lead the Imperium, the dying sun lord knew he had but embers. He made a pact with an old and wise Arcadian war-hero, and a fellow member of the retired Maester ToberDam's family. That Arcadian was Tainted.
[The era of Tainteddark].
As the old sun lord peacefully left the world, the wise old Arcadian Tainted began attempting to fix what was left of Arcadia, reinstalling officers and re-training her soldiers. He had began the era of retribution with the help of his soldiers.
[The pause of TaintedDark's era].
The wise old Arcadian grew in frustation, Arcadia's population was very much so wounded from the wars and death it had faced, and it's production was slow due to the lack of glory and wealth from the passed eras. He and his council thought of an idea to bring Arcadia new possible bloodlines. So, begun the age of the Primarchs.
[Introduction of Primarch Korvak I].
The history behind this Primarch was interesting. He served alongside the great old one in the old empire, as a great leader and soldier to his people. And served council to the Maester and others in Arcadia in generation before. He was very intelligent, and knew the ins and outs of leading by heart. So, when the wise Arcadian Tainted approached the would-be Primarch for the position of leading Arcadia to glory, he took the offer. In the Primarch I's era, he united Arcadia under one banner and trained her armies. The word of the Primarch I's leadership was heard and many came from abroad to join Arcadia to re-install what was lost. Production and factories began again, double time and the Imperium grew. Her armies doubled in size, and the Arcadian population and army grew once again.
[The end of Primarch I's era].
In the stress of building the new Imperium, the Primarch Korvak cracked, with dwindling support of his officer core and his people. His method of operating was very unorthodox and many did not recognize it as the correct manner of leading. The Primarch Korvak felt as if he had failed Arcadia. He took his leave, heart shattered and tears in his eyes. But all was not lost, as an Arcadian stepped up to the plate of leadership after the Primarch I's departure.
[ The era of Dystratala, Primarch II].
Once the first Primarch left, Primarch Dystra II assumed nearly immediate control of the Imperium. And with the work the first Primarch had left behind, began to construct the Imperium with the wise Arcadian TaintedDark and their generals. The Imperium was now nearly healed, and ready to begin mobilizing for war again. Her armies fair in size and powerful, and production and favor in the people strong. The dream team of the Primarch and the faithful Arcadian knights, and the beloved leader TaintedDark seemed unstoppable.
[ The great crisis of Arcadia, and the re-installment of Tainted].
All in paradise was not perfect. For, in one faithful day Arcadia was reduced to ash and a bloody and civil war threatened to put an end to Arcadia as we know it forever. It had begun, in mis-understanding. The Primarch II and the Arcadians grew in size, and had seen Tainted become older. Tainted seemed to be nearing his retirement, such as the Maester ToberDam had, but in glory, rather than shame. A meeting was set between the Primarch II, the lords and the wise one Tainted. The verdict of the meeting was the following. Arcadia was re-built and re-stored, and that the Primarch II could now retire, and become a Lord and further assist Tainted in his duties as leader. This out-raged the Primarch, "We built the Imperium, and I was it's leader. What gives you the right to take it from us?", he argued. He had points, and as did the old one claiming the throne to be his, as it was rightfully given to him.
[The Great Crisis]
Following a failed announcement, many Arcadian officers were exiled for speaking out on Tainted's actions, and many left in protest. The great old one was struck sick with guilt and worry, and it only grew more. He began to fill the ranks of old proper Arcadian officers with members of his family who were merely Junior officers, and loyalists to Arcadia and his cause. To control the damage and take reigns in the chaos. This only helped to fuel the fire brewing outside of Arcadia.
[The rise of the APP].
The Primarch II, and his loyalists the "true" Arcadians began building a massive rebellion with the help of good-hearted emperor's and leaders of a great span of different planets and people. And other leaders had assisted the APP by un-allying the wise Tainted's throne, and dis-recognizing it as the proper Arcadia. And with the help of many of the Arcadian army, whom revolted and joined the APP. In their eyes, they were helping Arcadia by giving her a new Emperor to which her people could be proud of. In the very day of it's creation the APP had begun gearing for war, to de-throne the wise old Arcadian and his loyalists, and family. They demanded the Primarch II be emperor, or for Tainted to step down from power and the regime to end.
[Salvation].
In this time, a lone loyalist to the cause of the APP went many miles on horse-back, looking for leaders whom would support the "true" Arcadians. He made efforts to speak with a great general, and a man of the old Imperium. He was seeking support by the Aquilian military. They met, and the Aquilians had taken into consideration the Arcadian civil war. Little did anyone know, was that the Aquilian general spoke with the great old one, and told him of their people's struggle.
[The end of the crisis, return of the great old one].
When news had reached the great old one, he knew what had to be done. He demanded for his return to Arcadia be accepted. With that, the Arcadian regime could retire power with no worry, and no civil war needed to be engaged. The meeting between the great Aquilian and the man on horse-back had saved Arcadia a war that would have reduced her and her people to ash. It was planned now. The return of the great old one. The wise old Arcadian stepped down, and allowed the Aquilians and old great one to take over. Brutal and long peace talks between the APP and Arcadia proper had been successful, and with the loving Primarch II's consent and understanding of the delicate situation, it was decided. [due to the diplomatic ability of two certain individuals..]. Arcadia was restored, fully. With supporters and all. Many men had fallen since the great old one had returned to his people, and much blood was spilled in the name of Arcadia and her leaders.But Arcadia grew a fierce and powerful nation, with history to surpass that of any other.
And through the war, we learned that all we have in the world is our fellow Arcadian. No matter whom they followed, no matter whom they supported. We are brothers and sisters.
So, my fellow Arcadians. Take up arms, and take my hand. Into the fray we will go as one. As family.
Arcadia is has returned, and her talons look for prey once again.
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davinhi1
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:00 PM |
and lost to vak gotta include that |
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Lissitski
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:01 PM |
| Once an Arcadian, always an Arcadian. |
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:01 PM |
Arcadia HAS* bottom line.
Wu-tang forever. |
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riav
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:02 PM |
Nice.
-=Sir Kalris Aleoth of The Grand Imperium=- |
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Sencu
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:09 PM |
Missed out on a bunch of lore, champ.
But you are german, after all. |
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:14 PM |
I cut out the tl;dr un-needed lore for the sake of time.
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KiIIah
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:16 PM |
beautiful, this was amazing to read
l-l-lewd... |
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Sencu
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:17 PM |
| You included a lot of stuff that isn't very important, such as the APP, etc. |
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KiIIah
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| 14 Aug 2015 02:19 PM |
we're the golden era and the dark era and the era of TAG and whatever
l-l-lewd... |
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 03:59 PM |
@Sencu I included un-necessary additional lore for the back-story of all, nothing like the APP has ever happened in TGI so I HAD to put it in.
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wl1
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 04:07 PM |
@Wl1
And other leaders had assisted the APP by un-allying the wise Tainted's throne, and dis-recognizing it as the proper Arcadia. <- I explained why.
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Vorktu
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 04:09 PM |
Wu-tang forever.
Wu-tang forever. |
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Qiaolian
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| 14 Aug 2015 04:13 PM |
The only question that remains is: What lies next for TGI?
Qiaolian/Centurians | RSTF train! All aboard the hype train! = 620K++++++ |
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boxcutta
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 09:17 PM |
Every step, it is towards an age to be remembered.
We will never have a word for the opposite of loneliness. But we might as well make the word loneliness extinct.
Months ago, we found ourselves crippled. We found ourselves weaker than we thought. We found ourselves...lost.
Lost in the deteriorating clan world, lost in the dullness, the silent march, the silent drums. Lost in ourselves.
We searched and searched. We tried to find. Find what purpose there was for us. What made us stand. What made us continue pushing on. What made us Vaktovians.
For months we found nothing but a hollow cave. There was no flickering flame to illuminate our future. There were no lanterns, no sun to bask in. For we were in our darkest age since the founding of the greatest.
But somehow we convinced ourselves that we would be found. Retro week. Videos, rumors. The reinstatement of the old and wise, the implementation of the young and potential.
The waves roll over, shadowlike, creeping up.
We simply hold on.
We held onto one another, our road with impediments, our crimson and obsidian flag tattered, yet strong enough to wave one more day.
Then, the guards cry out; the feet stomp incessantly; the opposition, the vengeful, the greedy are shocked into temporary silence.
For he has returned; our Prophet, Vaktovia's Messiah. The Master of Masters. Deliverer of Darkness. Shogun of Sorrow. The Old, the Wise, the Founder. He is our Autarch; the one who left behind the most exquisite, stunning legacy.
For months he too, was in a slumber. Strolling besides us, where the lantern did not stretch to. He was trapped in thought and judgment; the day had finally come where his fist ruled the final verdict.
His ominous presence towards the clan world was legendary. To think that the One had finally returned for his glorious nation, to lead it on into the heat of battle, to bring prosperity, to bring news of the Rise, it was nothing short of unbelievable.
But he has done it.
Miles and miles away, they are packing their weapons. They take one last look at the beloved place they call their Motherland. They too, don their crimson and black attire, their blades, their stubborn bravery, and begin their march towards the Swamp.
On the top of Mount Stravus, he stands, the men who have been trudging through shade and shadow finally under the light of the crowned. He comes forth to bring message of Change. Pure change. We shall return not only to the olden days of pride, of excitement, of victorious conquest and domination. We shall bring forth into this dead world a new life; a new era; a Third Cycle.
And the first of which was to reap is the very pack that marches towards our own army; they are readied to kill. With the many mercenaries, the bloodthirsty devils and hounds behind their back, every passing day they come closer towards their end; but just our beginning.
For we have already assembled under the fist of our Emperor; we have taken up our role, our position, our destiny. It has finally been laid out; the candles lit, the fire ablaze, the day bleached and the water, stilled.
There is no time to think about what could have been done; only time to focus on what should be done. No one stops to stay in the past. No one is held back by regret. We know this is it.
He sits atop his Palace, and for the first time in a long time, he smiles. He stands. He delivers promise. Delivers hope. Delivers a time long forgotten.
For every step the Urban Assault Forces take towards us, we shall repel with our own boots and hearts in sync, a march towards destruction for all others.
For every weapon they draw, we shall bring our honor, our pride, our history as a weapon along with our assault rifles and snipers.
For every man they send to charge and give their life, we shall bring our own to counter, to conquer, to make sure not even one shall touch our crimson flag, which pieces begin flying back together.
For every day, every night, every fight, every life, every time, every moment, every second, every death, every sliver of hope, we shall make it clear that it is not close to the time we will fall.
Let it be known that when this Cycle has finally passed, the foundation and legs of our Empire shall stand strong before all those who have tumbled down through years of damage. For we shall stand on the highest mountain, and there is room for only one flag.
This war we wage is for our future. For our Vaktovian culture. For our name, for what we had so long sustained, grew, protected.
Vaktus is home; our Golden Age is here.
This is for Auld Lang Syne. And by no means will it be a time to be forgotten. It will mark the day that the world made the biggest mistake to underestimate Vaktovia. To forget who really had the throne for all this time.
We have returned. |
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 09:18 PM |
And so the great war swiftly begins again.
Wu-tang forever. |
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pelorus
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| 14 Aug 2015 09:24 PM |
| Before OP posts this he licks clean the final remnants of the Spicy Nacho Dorito flavoring from his fingertips and adjusts his fedora to the proper smug angle. As the unionized factory of his mind nimbly constructs a logically coherent argument, a bulwark of reason, his fingers, poised along the home row of keys, begin to type. As the words begin to appear on the screen of his MacBook Air he wipes the sweat from his brow, a result of the arduous task of a day of rationalization and takes a generous swig of Code Red Mountain Dew. As OP nears the completion of his assertion and he types his final conclusion, he hovers his mouse cursor over the submit button. With his left hand he strokes the bristly stubble of his beard while he contemplates the significance of his post. He knows before he submits that his remarks may offend several, possibly even dozens of ignorant, narrow-minded, superstitious fundamentalists. Fully weighing the possible consequences of his actions, OP bravely clicks submit. Upon his submission, he closes his eyes and gently chuckles to himself. He then becomes overwhelmed by a blissful wave of euphoria, OP is aware of all that is, was, or will be. Everything becomes clear to him, so simple yet elegant. When he opens his eyes he stares into the vastness of space, at all the primordial nebulae and all of the stars in the cosmos. He then stares into the dark abyss, the emptiness of the furthest reaches of the universe and asks aloud "Is anyone there?” However the only answer he receives is the silence of the void. OP smirks and muses to himself “I thought so” as he has a hearty laugh. OP awakes from his vision and glances at his computer screen with a smile still across his face. |
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boxcutta
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| 14 Aug 2015 09:31 PM |
Pelorus you posted the copypasta twice now. It stopped being funny :(
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