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Even Rocky had a Montage
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The year is 1352. Unova is divided into Seven Kingdoms, states, Principalities and Republics.
The Confederation of Nacrene is a group of cities: Nuvema and Accumula Town and Striaton and Nacrene City, that banded together to stand up against greater oppressors. They are a democracy and headed by Nacrene City.
The Halian Kingdom controls most of the Southern Central Unova. It owns Castelia and Nimbasa Cities and has naval dominance over Central Unova.
The Genarian League is made up of Mistralton, Driftveil and Icirrus City. It is headed by a council led by three prominent members from each city. It is the major trading power in Unova.
The Principality of Oppelucid is the smallest of the states. It is based in Oppelucid City and only controls that area, but with mighty warriors.
The Kingdom of Humilau is made up of Lentimas, Undella, Lacunosa Towns and Humilau City, with the capital being in the latter.
The Lamdan Duchy is made up of Virbank City, Flocessy Town and Aspertia City.
There is a Seventh Kingdom, the Desert Kingdom. It used to be a vast empire before the Halian Kingdom expanded, taking it's major territories. It now exists as the Desert Castle and the stretch in between Nimbasa and Castelia, and has descended into raiding and bandittry.
Prologue:
Amayl strode through the sandy plains. There had once been a road here, that connected the two main cities of the Empire, according to the Elders. Now it was gone, descended under the rolling banks of the desert. In the distance he could see the toiling workers of the Halian Kingdom. They had been the ones that had invaded from the sea, usurped the Empire's power, and torn up this road. Now they were rebuilding it, laying down stones imported from afar. Amayl fingered his sword. He could easily descend, kill a few slaves, and take flight back to the Desert Castle. His party was large enough, their steeds strong enough. But the loss of life would not be worth it, and the King would be displeased to hear of his son, if not his heir, doing such base barbaric acts.
"Prince Amayl!" a man on the right flank called. "What do you want us to do?" The man was Laman, Amayl's right-hand man. He was an honest soldier, although a simple man.
"Follow your orders, Laman. You heard what the king said, we are here to scout only," Amayl replied. He spurred his Darmanitan below him into action, and the Monster descended down the plains. There were hundreds of Monsters in the world and they had all been tamed, for war, for farming, for building. After the collapse of the Empire the Desert Kingdom had used Darmanitans as steeds into battle. The beasts weren't as fast as Zebstrika or Swasbuck, but they were strong and could hold a rider for many hours. They descended onto the savanna plain that surrounded Castelia City, the old centre of the Empire. The work on the road had only started a few weeks ago and was going swiftly. The Desert Kingdom had at first harassed the slaves, but the Halian Kingdom had been quick to fortify the road and install guards. Amayl raised his hand, indicating that the twenty riders should halt. They dismounted, hammering pegs to the ground that were attached to the Darmanitan's leashes. They would have to advance from foot if they were to maintain stealth. Amayl crouched down, edging along the dry ground. He whipped the turban around his tanned neck and crawled through the ground.
After a few minutes of crawling the scouting party reached a clearing, where the shrubs had been cleared for the road-making. There was a large party of men, mounted on Swasbucks, surveying the progress of the road. They were well-dressed, in fine blue robes. Amayl heard the word 'Sire' mentionned as one of the slave-drivers discussed matters. It was the King, the enemy. Amayl felt rustles along his men as they realised the same thing.
"Men, we've learnt all that we can, let's depart," he announced. The men turned, crawling back through the dirt towards the Darmanitan. Amayl realised that they almost represented the Empire. Once proud, standing tall, now crawling in the dirt to hide from their enemies.
The Confederation of Nacrene is a group of cities: Nuvema and Accumula Town and Striaton and Nacrene City, that banded together to stand up against greater oppressors. They are a democracy and headed by Nacrene City.
The Halian Kingdom controls most of the Southern Central Unova. It owns Castelia and Nimbasa Cities and has naval dominance over Central Unova.
The Genarian League is made up of Mistralton, Driftveil and Icirrus City. It is headed by a council led by three prominent members from each city. It is the major trading power in Unova.
The Principality of Oppelucid is the smallest of the states. It is based in Oppelucid City and only controls that area, but with mighty warriors.
The Kingdom of Humilau is made up of Lentimas, Undella, Lacunosa Towns and Humilau City, with the capital being in the latter.
The Lamdan Duchy is made up of Virbank City, Flocessy Town and Aspertia City.
There is a Seventh Kingdom, the Desert Kingdom. It used to be a vast empire before the Halian Kingdom expanded, taking it's major territories. It now exists as the Desert Castle and the stretch in between Nimbasa and Castelia, and has descended into raiding and bandittry.
Prologue:
Amayl strode through the sandy plains. There had once been a road here, that connected the two main cities of the Empire, according to the Elders. Now it was gone, descended under the rolling banks of the desert. In the distance he could see the toiling workers of the Halian Kingdom. They had been the ones that had invaded from the sea, usurped the Empire's power, and torn up this road. Now they were rebuilding it, laying down stones imported from afar. Amayl fingered his sword. He could easily descend, kill a few slaves, and take flight back to the Desert Castle. His party was large enough, their steeds strong enough. But the loss of life would not be worth it, and the King would be displeased to hear of his son, if not his heir, doing such base barbaric acts.
"Prince Amayl!" a man on the right flank called. "What do you want us to do?" The man was Laman, Amayl's right-hand man. He was an honest soldier, although a simple man.
"Follow your orders, Laman. You heard what the king said, we are here to scout only," Amayl replied. He spurred his Darmanitan below him into action, and the Monster descended down the plains. There were hundreds of Monsters in the world and they had all been tamed, for war, for farming, for building. After the collapse of the Empire the Desert Kingdom had used Darmanitans as steeds into battle. The beasts weren't as fast as Zebstrika or Swasbuck, but they were strong and could hold a rider for many hours. They descended onto the savanna plain that surrounded Castelia City, the old centre of the Empire. The work on the road had only started a few weeks ago and was going swiftly. The Desert Kingdom had at first harassed the slaves, but the Halian Kingdom had been quick to fortify the road and install guards. Amayl raised his hand, indicating that the twenty riders should halt. They dismounted, hammering pegs to the ground that were attached to the Darmanitan's leashes. They would have to advance from foot if they were to maintain stealth. Amayl crouched down, edging along the dry ground. He whipped the turban around his tanned neck and crawled through the ground.
After a few minutes of crawling the scouting party reached a clearing, where the shrubs had been cleared for the road-making. There was a large party of men, mounted on Swasbucks, surveying the progress of the road. They were well-dressed, in fine blue robes. Amayl heard the word 'Sire' mentionned as one of the slave-drivers discussed matters. It was the King, the enemy. Amayl felt rustles along his men as they realised the same thing.
"Men, we've learnt all that we can, let's depart," he announced. The men turned, crawling back through the dirt towards the Darmanitan. Amayl realised that they almost represented the Empire. Once proud, standing tall, now crawling in the dirt to hide from their enemies.