Rouge Moon

Tales of the Silent

Chapter 1: The Island of Ykha
Pavlov takes a puff of his cigar, on his outpost overlooking the Braznych Sea. It was a cloudy and foggy evening, and he could feel the cold breeze blowing from the sea. His grandson, Yuri was there with him. Pavlov was already an old man by this point, at 65 years old. He had won many battles, and saw all of Rosaia - from the nearby nations of Xara and Thea, to the cold tundra of the Antarctic Union, to the mosslands of the east, and the plains of Libriano.

Suddenly, the fog clears and Pavlov dropped his cigar. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was so happy he screamed. Yuri rushes over to his grandfather, wondering what is happening.

Pavlov says, "Do you see that island over there, Yuri?"

Yuri replied, "Yes, Dedushka."

Pavlov replies, "That is Ykha, also known as the Forbidden Island"

"But why is it called the Forbidden Island?", Yuri responds

Pavlov answers, "Let me tell you a story."

Long ago, this land was inhabited by three tribes, the Xankwey, the Altin and the Korvichuk. Around 10,000 years ago - these three tribes faced a genocide from the Kubka Clan who took over their lands. The people of these tribes were desparate to escape when suddenly, a path opened up in mid air, separating the ocean into two. The tribes escaped through this path, arriving on Ykha Island.

Ykha Island is protected by the twin Gods - Xosgyn and Konsyn. They put a spell on the entire island, to make getting on the island almost impossible unless you were the Chosen One. The island is also regularly obscured by a thick fog for the protection of the people living there.

We sent many naval expeditions to the island, all of which bearing no fruit. We were faced with terrible storms and titanic waves when we try to approach the island. But this....this is the first time I've ever seen it clearly.

Yuri asks, "Who is the Chosen One? Who will be the link between them and the rest of Rosaia?"

Pavlov answers, "No one knows for sure, but I can feel that he has already been born."

Pavlov looks back at the island, to see the fog return, once again hiding it from view.

"Oh, Ykha. When will you reveal your beautiful face up close?"

The wind once again blows through the outpost, but this time, he heard a soft female voice speak to him through this wind

"Soon. My prophet has already been born. On the night of the blue moon, he will separate the oceans once more"

CHAPTER 2: Dissapearance
Admiral Korova speaks to his superior about his plans to land on Ykha Island for an expedition. He was a man seeking glory, and he believed that landing on Ykha Island would give him exactly what he was looking for.

He presented his plans to Commander Sokolov, who was immediately appalled by the suggestion.

"You must be kidding me. Ykha? Have you heard about the many dissapearances there?, I WILL NOT SEND THE NAVY TO EXPLORE A TINY ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE"

"But sir, there might be enemy bases on the island".

"LOOK AROUND YOU, does it look like that island could fit a massive army?", Sokolov retorted.

Both men continued to argue for hours, until Sokolov gave in and gave the green light. Korova leaves the room, and that morning, departed for Ykha Island.

"He's a dead man walking", Sokolov uttered underneath his breath.

They sail for days, before approaching the island. Suddenly, a powerful storm blows through the area, sending powerful waves that rock the ship.

Admiral Korova is taken aback by the ferocity of the waves battering his ship. He orders a full retreat from the area. But soon, he lost radio contact with the outside world.

He was never seen again.

CHAPTER 3: Telling of the Lost Tribe
A tribal chief looks upon the mainland from Ykha Island. Just recently, there was a failed attempt by the outside world to reach them. They have never left the island ever since their escape from the genocide, so they think the outside world is still hostile to their existence. He could see the city of Sinyavino from his location. Across the horizon, he could see the glistering lights of civilization situated all across the western part of Rosaia. He looks upon the moon, noticing it beginning to turn red.

The Lunar Festival is about to begin. Tol'tepe, bring me the Sacred Horn.

Tol'tepe bows, and ran back to Master's house to retrieve the Sacred Horn. The Sacred Horn is believed to be a gift from the God Xosgyn, as a sign of being "the chosen people".

Tol'tepe arrives back to Chief, who grabs the Sacred Horn. He blew the horn, a loud sound echoing throughout the island. The people look upon the sky, to see the moon turning a crimson red. It has begun.

The Lunar Festival marks the anniversary of their escape from the genocide wrought by the Kubka Clan, in which they escaped to Ykha Island under the watch of the Blood Moon. The people of Ykha present offerings for the twin Gods - Xosgyn and Konsyn, who saved them from death all those years ago.

The Sacred Horn is placed on the altar, a symbol of Xosgyn's power. But Konsyn's artifact still remains missing to them.

"The Almanac of Souls is likely long gone", the Chief said. But we must continue nonetheless. The Blood Moon reaches it's peak, showering the island in a dark crimson glow.

Year 8,000 of isolation began. All across the island, people celebrate, commemorating their salvation from the Kubka all those eons ago.

As the Blood Moon commences its transformation back to its alabaster visage, Tol'tepe asks Chief on what truly happened to the Almanac of Souls.

"No one knows", Chief replied. "All we know is that millenia ago, the Almanac was lost by our voyagers, and is probably somewhere out there on the mainland. But fear not, this does not affect our covenant with Konsyn."

The moon glows a bright white across the night sky, as the people return to their homes to sleep. The waves crash on the island shore, providing a sense of peace and serenity in the atmosphere.

CHAPTER 4: The Almanac of Souls
The Almanac of Souls are a collection of all the people who have ever lived and died, with a page for each person. It was a magical book, and is indestructible. It was created by Konsyn during the Creation, to keep track of all the people who have ever lived and died. The Almanac is one of the primary symbols of Yangini Rosaian Faith, with the other being the Sacred Horn.

The Almanac of Souls is highly sought after by people, as it can show them what ultimately happened to a person, and if they are still alive or not. It can give people closure, knowing what truly happened to their loved ones. Most people believe the Almanac is under the care of the Chief of Ykha, but this was not the case.

Lucius and Marcus sat in their basement, planning to steal the Almanac of Souls. They served in the Navy under the missing Admiral Korova, and they wanted to know what happened to him. But most importantly, they planned to sell the book for a massive fortune.

However, the search for the Almanac of Souls was like the search for the Holy Grail, tedious. But eventually, after months of searching, they finally figured out that the Almanac was under the care of the Maiden of Honor.

Lucius and Marcus prepare for possibly the biggest heist in their nation's history.

CHAPTER 5: The Maiden of Honor
The Maiden of Honor was the most trusted maid/servant of the Royal Family, and was entrusted by the Royal Family to safeguard the Almanac of Souls. She kept the Almanac in the palace dungeons, hidden away from view. However, Lucius and Marcus knew where the Almanac was hidden, after they received a tip from an insider. One stormy night, they sneak into the Imperial Palace, with the intent of stealing the Almanac. They navigate through the palace hallways, their every step as silent as a feather.

They arrive at the entrance to the dungeons. Lucius and Marcus both take sconces, and descend into the abyss below. The walls were laden with nitre, and both men find it difficult to breathe in the narrow passageway. They finally arrived at the bottom of the stairwell, and began looking around for the Almanac of Souls. They eventually stumble upon a hidden room in the corner of the dungeon. They enter the room, and stumbled across the Maiden of Honor, cleaning the Almanac. She turns around, drawing her sword and lunged at them.

"Neer impure takes what Konsyn bestows!" , she screams.

Lucius and Marcus were caught by surprise, and they draw their swords and deflect her attacks. Lucius strikes her with his sword and she drops to the ground, her blood spilling on the cold brick floor. Marcus retrieves the Almanac of Souls from her, and leaves the dungeons. As they walk down the halls, Marcus exclaims "We did it, we'll be rich!"

Lucius smiles grimly, uttering to himself "It wont be WE for long", unsheathing his dagger.

CHAPTER 6: The Crimson Betrayal
Marcus is abruptly seized by a jarring pain in his back, as Lucius swiftly inflicts a stab upon him. He falls to the ground, enveloped in the sensation of slowly losing consciousness due to blood loss.

"Lucius, how could you. I thought we were friends till the end! You said we would be in this together!"

"Yes Marcus. We WERE. But I simply stopped benefiting from our relationship. I did most of the work for us to secure the Almanac, and here you are taking a huge chunk of the fortune. I deserve to keep this", Lucius said, grabbing the Almanac of Souls from Marcus.

"You f###ing traitor!", Marcus screams, as Lucius flees the scene.

Marcus gathers his thoughts as he laid on the floor. The thought of Lucius's betrayal hurt him, as they had always been friends ever since they first began their life of crime. But now, in seems like Lucius finally showed his true colors.

"Wonder what the Order will think of this", Marcus sighs.

"Sergey, I ask of you to avenge my death", Marcus utters to himself as he passes on from this world. It wouldnt be long till his plead was answered......

OOC: Unloading all the stuff from my notepad to start on the Autumn Leaf bruh...

The Conquest of Kylio: The Imperial Will of the Atmos Empire

The year was 2024, and the Great Empire of Atmos, a colossus of power and influence, stood poised on the precipice of another expansion. This time, the empire, known for its relentless pursuit of imperial dominance and governed by the harsh principles of Social Darwinism, set its sights on the distant Kylio Islands. Home to the enigmatic Vulpine—the fox girls—the islands were rich in resources and strategically vital. However, to the imperial rulers of Atmos, they represented more than mere land; they embodied a challenge to the Empire’s ultimate vision of racial and cultural superiority.

Under the command of the ambitious Prinz Alaric von Roderick, heir to the Atmos throne, the empire’s military machine prepared for an operation unlike any other in recent history. Operation Weißer Stern (White Star) would see the total subjugation of the Vulpine, their culture eradicated, and their lands claimed as part of the Great Empire of Atmos. It was not merely a conquest—it was a necessary action to ensure that the superior, Aryan ideals of the Atmos Empire would dominate the planet, fulfilling the laws of natural selection in their most brutal and unyielding form.

At the heart of this monumental campaign was the Imperial Majesty Navy (IAN), a fleet of unparalleled might and precision, assembled to bring the islands under the iron fist of the Atmos Empire. The fleet consisted of:

• 25 battleships, heavily armed and armored, capable of turning the skies and seas to ash.

• Heavy cruisers, designed for sustained combat and tactical flexibility.

• 3 aircraft carriers, providing unparalleled air superiority.

• A fleet of submarines, whose stealth and power ensured total naval dominance.
  

The flagship of the fleet was the IMS Götterdämmerung, a colossal dreadnought whose guns could obliterate entire coastal cities in a single volley. This warship, named after the mythic twilight of the gods, represented the sheer force and unyielding resolve of the Atmos Empire. Its towering presence was accompanied by ships like the IMS Löwenherz, a battleship known for its precision artillery, and the IMS Hohenstaufen, a swift and aggressive cruiser that could strike deep into enemy territory. The IMS Sturmvogel, a state-of-the-art airship, provided relentless aerial support, while the IMS Wolfram, an enigmatic submarine, remained hidden beneath the waves, awaiting its moment to unleash terror on the Vulpine forces.

As the fleet departed from the northern shores of Atmos, Prinz Alaric von Roderick stood at the helm of the IMS Götterdämmerung, overseeing his grand conquest. His features, cold and unwavering, reflected his belief in the righteousness of his cause. He addressed his officers:

“The time has come to rid this world of the weak. The Vulpine, with their primitive customs and outdated ways, have no place in the future. It is our duty, as the rightful rulers of this world, to bring them under our control and to demonstrate the superiority of our civilization. The strong will endure, and the weak will be subjugated.”

For Alaric, this was not just a military campaign—it was the enforcement of the laws of Social Darwinism: the belief that human progress was a product of struggle and natural selection, where only the fittest races and cultures would thrive. The Vulpine, with their graceful but ultimately inferior culture, had been marked for assimilation or extinction.

Upon reaching the shores of Kylio, the fleet descended upon the islands with the might of a storm. The first wave of attacks came from the IMS Götterdämmerung, whose artillery pounded the beaches with unrelenting fury. The heavy cruisers and battleships formed a barrier around the islands, ensuring no escape for the Vulpine. The aircraft carriers, their decks crowded with state-of-the-art fighter jets and bombers, obliterated any attempt at aerial resistance. The IMS Sturmvogel soared high above, deploying bombers and drones to scorch the skies and target any remaining Vulpine military outposts.

Within days, the Vulpine resistance was shattered. Their once-proud warrior societies, based on honor and unity with nature, crumbled before the might of the Atmos Navy. The islands’ coastal cities were reduced to rubble, and the native population was quickly overwhelmed by the superior technology and firepower of the imperial forces.

The Kylio Islands lay in ruins, their once-vibrant cities reduced to smoldering husks under the relentless onslaught of the Atmos Empire. The Vulpine, once proud and untamed, now found themselves bent to the will of their conquerors. The true work of the Great Empire of Atmos had only just begun. While military domination was a simple matter of brute force, the conquest of culture, identity, and submission would be the true test of the Empire’s power.

In the grand chambers of the Imperial Palace, King Wilhelm IV and Queen Eleonora, rulers of the Atmos Empire, gathered in counsel with their son, Prinz Alaric von Roderick, and his most trusted generals and admirals. The map of the Kylio Islands spread before them like a tapestry, each island now marked with the symbols of imperial control.

“The Vulpine are subdued, but the real work begins now,” King Wilhelm said, his voice cold and resolute. His eyes, sharp like the blade of a sword, looked down at the map of Kylio. “Our armies have crushed their resistance, but their hearts still burn with defiance. It is time to erase their past and cement our superiority.”

The Queen, seated beside him, nodded solemnly, her gaze distant. “Their culture, their beliefs... they must be obliterated. The atmosphere of Kylio must be one of absolute obedience. If we are to ensure their lasting submission, they must be broken completely.”

Prinz Alaric stood before the assembly, his posture tall and commanding, the very image of the imperial ideal. His face, though young, was hardened by his mission. He spoke with the confidence of one who had tasted victory and now set his sights on the future.

“The Vulpine, for all their grace and agility, have no place in this world. We shall cleanse the islands of their filth and bring them into our great Empire. Not only must they be reeducated, but we must own them. They will be a valuable asset in our growing markets. Slaves to serve the empire—sold to the highest bidder.”

As the Great Empire of Atmos expanded its dominion over the Vulpine and solidified its power in Kylio, the wheels of the imperial machine turned relentlessly forward. The subjugation was complete, but the conquest of the world was just beginning. With each victory, the empire moved closer to its ultimate goal: a world governed by the laws of Social Darwinism, where only the strongest civilizations would survive, and the weak would be crushed underfoot.

Prinz Alaric von Roderick, standing at the threshold of his father’s dream, knew that the conquest of Kylio was merely a prelude. The Atmos Empire’s march of dominance would continue, unstoppable and unchallenged, forever rewriting the future in the image of its imperial will.

Setting: The Royal Xara Navy, led by High Admiral Xylia II A. Xana aboard the XMS Ochiron, sails through uncharted waters toward the Kylio Islands. The skies are overcast, and the mood aboard the flagship is tense.

[deck of XMS Ochiron]
The crew moves with precision as waves crash against the hull. Xylia stands on the bridge, peering through binoculars.

Xylia: "Finally, land... but something feels off." Koi, status on the radar?

Koi (over comms): No active signatures nearby, ma'am. But... there’s interference.

Xylia: Interference? From where?

Koi: Unknown. Possible coastal anomalies.

*Arc and Elaria appear on deck, Elaria looking carefree as she skips through puddles from the waves.*

Arc: Xylia, you’ve been quiet. Is everything all right?

Xylia: No. The islands ahead... something feels wrong. Where’s Mother?

Arc: Still in her quarters. She hasn’t left since we reached these waters.

*Elaria interrupts, pointing toward the horizon.*

Elaria: Look! The islands! They’re right there!

*Xylia quickly raises her binoculars again and sharpens her focus on the distant shores. Her expression darkens.*

Xylia: By the Crown... Koi, confirm visual. The coast is scorched—multiple vessels, debris, and... flags. I see flags!

Koi (over comms): Flags? *pauses* Wait... Orange interference is clearing. Ma’am, hostile signatures! High density near the islands.

Xylia: *under her breath* No... not them. Not Atmos.

*She lowers the binoculars, her fists clenched. Elaria looks confused, while Arc remains calm but alert.*

Elaria: Atmos? What are they doing here? They’re supposed to be in the East!

Arc: Stay calm, Elaria. This is bigger than we thought. Xylia?

Xylia: Koi, sound the alarms! All ships, defensive formation! We’re entering hostile waters!

*The alarms blare across the fleet as the crew springs into action. Fighter jets on deck begin preparation for launch. The mood shifts to high alert.*

Koi (over comms): Ma’am, enemy vessels surrounding the coast. They’re entrenched and heavily armed. The Kylio Islands are under full assault. Orders?

Xylia: Prepare for combat, but do not engage! We’re here to assess the situation, not start a war. Arc, inform mother immediately. This decision lies with her and the Assembly.

Arc: Understood. I’ll ensure the message gets through. *She exits the deck.*

Elaria: Xylia, we can’t just sit here! Those people—

Xylia: Enough! We act under the Crown’s authority, Elaria. This is Atmos we’re dealing with. You don’t understand what they’re capable of.

*Elaria looks away, frustrated but silent. The deck is alive with activity as jets are armed, and sailors scramble to defensive positions.*

Koi (over comms): Ma’am, atmospheric scans indicate heavy bombardment on the islands. Their fleet is overwhelming.

*Xylia smirks faintly, a dangerous glint in her eye as she mutters to herself.*

Xylia: Well, this should be fun.

*She turns toward the horizon, the red glow of her eyes reflecting the chaos ahead.*

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Serin Royal News presents: Ambitious Plan for expansion and more!

Today,At this Morning,Serin Boats were setting up for leaving the Isle of Akahal A'ana,Following the Parliament's Broadcast: "We have a plan to spread our culture all throught our World,Not in an aggressive way,But we need to show that Serinesia will no longer be just “Another Nation” but that Serinesia will be “The Nation”,And as our boats leave the Port of Huletia searching for new lands to Conquer, We would like to inform that Serinesia searches no war or conflicts,Thank You."

The Serin "Colonial" Fleet wouldn't be exactly a large and powerful Fleet,Since they wouldn't really need to Fight,As Serin Fleets would sail around the seas looking for unclaimed lands,The Newest King of Serinesia would assume,Olvin Ahardi,While Serinesia would start to try to open diplomatic Relationships,Opening its borders for foreign Nations

Serinesia,Would also start opening mines in search for it's many natural reserves of Iron,Steel,Cooper,Polonium and Mercurium,Serin Parliament would start to invest in touristic points,Since Serinesia was quite a rich nation in natural reserves and quite rich in enviromental diversity

Serinesia would also start investing on Technology and science,While they would start studying if Serinesia could possibly host Nuclear Power Plants without destroying the environment,So the first Power Plant would be built in the interior of Latrowia Isle,Which was a dry and montainous desert,Named of Phuytera Desert,Known form being incredibly hot and unhabitated,With Serin Population Being almost entirely in the coastal areas of Latrowia isle

Serin Parliament would also start to think in ways to explore the Phuytera desert,Which they would theorize that was where the nation's richest oil And coal reserves were,And so,The Phuytera Oil and Coal Agency (POCA) would be founded,In order to explore the desert

OOC: I Want Colonies,I want Goldddddddd

I’m alive

dead ah

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