100 people is really small to be considered an army. On the same note, ten times as many individuals is ridiculous levels of scaling. Even if they're mindless shambling hordes.
However...if we're measuring populations of regions this large in thousands, rather than tens or hundreds of thousands, I suppose it fits.
Oh, and when I say 'the greater part of a thousand', I mean all 800 or whatever. Hope my 'diplomacy' stuff wasn't too bad.
Oh yeah, and I don't know if the Glory and Prosperity of 1.2 is legitimate this time, but it's back for the Tombs of Silence and the Red Gems. *shrug* Also in the MAIN tab the power was trying to use Korabia's Dominion for mine rather than my actual Dominion.
The Madrea sat alone, in the Maiden's Hall. The pool reflected the sunlight towards her face, warming it despite the autumn chill. She was contemplating, of course. Listening for the Mother's guidance. Beginning her divination, she drew herself up, ignoring the protests of her joints as she cast the prayer bead into the pool. It sunk to the bottom, and began to glow. She listened to the pond, and was one step closer to enlightenment.
Madresa bustled with activity as it's people gathered, troupes of missionaries striding out on horse-pulled steeds. Corrin had been responsive to their inquiries, and the land everywhere was being reminded of the Mother's touch, as the people remembered the old ways. The harvest promised to be a good one, and some portion of the grain was promised to those good folks to their east. In the north, though...Hagrin had rarely been a prosperous area, and it's rulers were resentful of the bounty wrought from Istania's faith. It's people were being frightened into a rejection of Her and Her Chosen. Missionaries had returned home by way of the Korres River, wooden stakes driven up through the jaws of their corpses.
Their sacrifice would not be forgotten. The Mother was more than Maiden and Crone. She was Queen and Sentinel, as well. And She would not stand idly by while her people were slain, their voices silenced, their deeds mocked by sacrilege and desecration. Her people were ready to take up arms to make it so. Even now, they assembled.
Hagrin's Keep would fall, come Harvest Festival.
The Blessings of the Mother continue to make the land fertile, for heathen and faithful alike. Agricultural Development is greeted by a boon of 2 Admin Points.
Her Armies march under the aspect of the Sentinel. May the tower stand forever strong as 3 Admin Points are dedicated to their recruitment.
Missionaries spread the holy Word, and the Influence of the Madresa, Her greatest disciple, grows by 4 admin points as their message is received, and pilgrims flock to be nearer.
Corrin's favor is to be garnered, and we humbly request they join the congregation, and allow their people to better know the Mother, by becoming part of Her chosen, Istania.
Hagrin's people can be liberated by only one means. Crusade. It will be so, as the greater part of a hundred heroes march, faith their greatest shield, devotion their sharpest weapon. The material ones they carry simply serve to carry this into battle with them more efficiently.
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