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I went to check it and it said GitHub has no such page, what happened?

So, I've seen quite a bit of discussion about the way Moon Elves have been represented in the eu4 mod.

The fact that despite being the largest group of Halcani elves, they have fewer content overall than Sun Elves and Wood Elves, how a lot of their tags can be a bit on the asshole side and that they get overshadowed by the Cannorians.

Now, a lot of this stems from the culture mechanics of eu4, the fact that the mod team managed to implement minorities and such is impressive in itself. But with the coming of eu5 and its population mechanics, there might be a chance for them to come to the forefront.

Their numbers showcased more easily, their influence over Cannorian language and culture more easily shown at first glance, their prevalence in the higher stratas of society being better represented.

At least, that's how I hope to see, what do you all think about it?

It has been a long time since a member of house Silmuna walked these halls. Their cousins in Wesdam have come and go many times, but no one, except themselves and those that wished to flatter them called them true Silmunas, they were Lorentish in disguise to many, even their fellow Rose Party members. In contrast, the man walking besides him, was very much a Silmuna.

He had never met another one but his uncle, he had never been to the Dameshead until a few days ago, yet his posture, his manners, the way he carried himself, even his face, in a twisted manner, everything about this half-orc knight screamed Silmuna, it screamed of Adenn, it screamed of everything Emperor Lothane was afraid of. This man, this personification of everything Lothane feared, was just walking besides him, making small talk, jests and quick convos with knights, Imperial vassals, foreign dignitaries, this man was acting like there was no nothing weird or wrong with this situation, all this made the Emperor even more afraid.

Whether it was a mercy or another curse, the knight from Escann finally turned towards the Emperor of Anbennar.

Bluetusk: You have a wonderful palace my lord. I heard much about it's great splendour, but I don't think they made it justice.

Lothane was caught off guard, he hated that feeling so much, he wanted to just ignore him, but he knows this is not an option, not now at least.

Lothane: I'm surprised myself, to hear such praises from someone who has walked amongst the glory of Castonath.

To the Emperor's suprise, the initial answer was a sad chuckle and a smirk.

Bluetusk: Castonath is in ruins I'm afraid, the greentide left few things standing. It's still has a shadow of the old splendour, but nothing much beyond that.

The Grand Duke raised an eyebrow at the answer, in a moment of genuine curiosity.

Lothane: You haven't restored it?

Bluetusk: We don't have the recourses. None of us really. There are fields to be replanted, roads repaved, way stations, watch towers, so many things, all of them far more important than a pile of rubble. We will restore everything necessary needed for people to survive, then everything for them to live, then we talk grandeur.

Lothane: The people come first. Many call you just a ragtag band of glory hounds desperate for thrills

Bluetusk: For the Corintar, the people is everything, this is the mission Corin left us with and we will continue it. I owe that much to her.

Lothane: Wise words.

In a weird way, those words calmed Lothane. The man he is talking to is no warmonger or glory seeker, he is a cautious leader, with his priorities in order. Even the Emperor will admit that men like him are rare to find these days.

Lothane: You sound way wiser than your age would indicate.

Bluetusk: I haven't lived for much time, but I have lived through a lot. I know well what galavanting without cause of reason looks like. What I'm interested now, is to simply establish stability and peace. I wouldn't be worthy of my station if I didn't strive for that.

Lothane: And if someone comes to you with the sword.

Bluetusk: Then they shall meet mine. We're Knights, after all. And I like to think I have lived up to the standards of a knight.

Lothane: More than you think Ser, more than you think. I'll say you're much more of a knight than many I've known. You don't sound like someone who will send their subordinates to die for a personal grudge.

Bluetusk: I like to think I wouldn't. Even if a throne was on the line.

The two of them look and continue forward, knowing well the implications of their words. Lothane hates to admit it, but he finds himself enjoying this conversation. After all the politicking, meeting such a simple yet smart man wad refreshing. This conversation however had to be put on pause, for they reached their destination, the specially decorated grand hall.

The already beautiful room has received additional decorations, symbols of houses, of duchies, of cities, of temples and orders addor the walls. Ornate, carefully carved chairs fill the space. In the center right, is Lothane's chair, by far the most decorated and beautiful. The Emperor takes a deep breath and walks towards it. He sits down, enjoying the moments of much needed rest. It is Lothane Bluetusk that speaks first, as the last of the attendants take their seat.

Bluetusk: My lords and ladies! I Lothane Bluetusk Silmuna, Grand Master of the Order of the Corintar, the first to take Corins crimson banner, welcome and thank you for your presence. You honour both me, my order and our efforts. Our efforts to spread the message of our twice martyred lady!

The Emperor takes great notice of what the half orc is saying. The worship of Corin had spread like wild fire amongst the Alenics, to his surprise and slight horror, given who is her greatest champion. Yet, his Wexonards made their choice, the temples agreed, now it is his turn.

Bluetusk: Now, I give the stance, to ruler of this realm. His majesty, Emperor Lothane the third Sil Wex. My lord.

Bluetusk goes to his seat as the Emperor rises, a servant brings him a parchment, he opens it, a formality really, he knows well what is inside.

Lothane: I, Lothane Sil Wex, Emperor of Anbennar, Grand Duke of Wex, Lord of the Wexhills, officially recognise Corin as part of the Regent Court, official successor of the fallen god Agrados as the deity of war, in accordance with the decision Pantheonic council. Furthermore, I officially give permission to the her champions, the order of the Corintar, to open chapters of their brotherhood in my hereditary lands and I give permission to all my vassals, hereditary and elective, to allow for chapters to be opened in their lands as well. May Castellos silver light shine upon us forever and may his new marshall serve well by his side.

With that, Lothane stops and the room erupts. Some cheer, some scream in disagreement, one thing is certain, this is a great moment in history.

[To be continued (probably)]

[To anyone interested, sorry it took so long.]

What the title said.

The Grand Duke of Wex, the Emperor of Anbennar, a battle mage of great renown, Lothane Sil Wex, was doing the most mundane thing, he was walking through a corridor, a corridor lavishly decorated, but a corridor all the same. For what was supposed to be a grandiose day things have been quite bland so far. There was no meeting of the Imperial Diet, no bombastic proclamations, no grandiose announcements, no noble ringing to his ear, asking for that thing or the other. He woke up, ate launch, took a bath, took a walk around the palace, everything was the definition of normal so far, his day has been no different than that of a city or town commoner. All this was about to end soon enough, this day was going to be an important day, a day to remember, a day that carried the possibility of being his last. He walked all the same, he did until he reached a flight of stairs, Knights of the Orda Aldresia were standing guard on either side, at the end of it was the door to courtyard, where he was to meet his guest, he began his descent, it was not easy, the Knights around him made a very step needing coascion, they were supposed to be his bodyguards, yet he knew all too well this was not a role they did with enthusiasm, any one of them could attack him at any moment, strike him down where he stood, ending the one they view as userper. He would have preferred to have his own guards around him, his loyal Wexonards, the ones he could trust, yet today he could not make use of them, not in forefront at least, today he had to be the Emperor of Anbennar, not just the Grand Duke of Wex. For that, the Knights of the Orda will be needed, they were a symbol of office as much as they were an Order of Knights. He was not sure if it by a miracle or his paranoia was just proven wrong, but he made to end of the stairs. He was relieved, in a weird way, but knew this was not even the beginning, he moved towards the door.

The courtyard was a buzzing with people, Counts, Dukes, Barons, Magistrates and more, former members of the Moon and Rose parties, all standing together in anticipation. Amongst them were representatives of the Temples, the Magisterium and even foreign realms, he quickly spots the people of king of Lorent, Gawed, Corvuria, Busilar, Erbothil, even the realms of Daranne, Reveria and Nimscodd had send at least five percent to observe. Dwarfs, Elves, Half-Elves, Gnomes and Humans all coming together to witness the event, an event some amongst the crowd hoped will into him funeral, which he was well aware of. Amongst the buzzing and chatting, there is sight that calms Lothane ever so slightly, his vassals, his barons, his Knights and all the others from his beloved Wex, friends and distant kin that stood beside him in his lowest moments, so many of them he had not seen since Anbencoast fell. Etiquette was thrown out as he embraced and shook hands with each and every one of them, like a man entering a tavern, he certainly felt just as happy.

Alric: Lothane! Come here you old bastard! Where have you been?!

Lothane: Ruling an Empire.

Brandon: Look at you, all fancy and danty, feels like a century has passed.

Lothane: It has for me, I asure you old coot.

Cornic: Well, glad to see you're much the same, we were afraid those Damerians might get you too.

Lothane: Says the man who's wife is from the Dameshead.

Cornic: Touche.

Smirks, smiles and bander comprised his short moment with his people, he wished it could last longer, but he knew he had to move on. He finally stumbled upon the person he was looking forward to seeing the least, his guest was at least going to be interesting, but this creature was slowly draining his soul.

Eilísa: Lothane.

Lothane: Dear.

Oh, how he wished it was Kylian that walked into the duel that day, instead of that idiot Erlan, how he wished he could have finished those arrogant Lecorni along with the Damerians, alas he made his choices, those choices had consequences, one those consequences was the next person he had to meet today.

Caylen: Father.

The young man bows his head in greeting. Lothane has an internal sigh, moments like this make him glad his father died the way he did. If he has laid eyes on Caylen, he would have either killed himself or kill Lothane. The Emperor puts a hand on his heir's shoulder and looks him in the eyes.

Lothane: Today is important, today is a day all of Cannor will remember. Do not embarrass yourself.

The young Emperor to be can feel himself becoming smaller from his father's words, he makes an attempt to look brave, his success could be called debatable.

Caylen: I will not.

Lothane: Good.

The Imperial family takes its place amongst the crowd, much like inside, Knights of the Orda Aldresia surround them, much like inside, Lothane wished other people were here, Cela and Oto instead of the poisoned rose and the weakling she gave him, much like with the Knights, that was luxury he could not afford, this is his family in the eyes of the law and the gods, he had to keep them there, for the Empire to see a rightful Emperor, not an Alenic barbarian king. All this did little to calm Lothane's increasingly aggravated nerves, all the calm he mastered from seeing his people again completely gone, the few minutes of waiting feeling like years. Thankfully, the gods were merciful, his guest and his entourage had arrived.

The courtyard filled with the sounds of hooves on stone as the host entered the area to the sound of trumpets and drums. All this mattered little to Lothane as he studied the arrivals. Armoured with the best plates, riding strong warm horses, the scars of war evident in every one of them. Half elves, elves, humans and something else, something Lothane had not seen before but immediately knew what they were. Four of the carried great banners. A sword on a red shield, the symbol of their order. At the head of the host was their leader, of course. A dressed in mush the same armour as his followers, with one singular exception, one small detail that made Lothane's stomach turn. Amongst this lake of red was a speck of blue, Damerian blue, Silmuna blue. A small piece of clothing, wrapped around the armpit of the leader. The host came to a hold at the appropriate area, the Knights dismounted, as did their leader.

Whether intensional or by accident, whether it even happened or it was just Lothane's imagination, the Grand Master looked him straight in the eyes and right through the soul as he turned. Was that it? Were they going to unseath their swords and massacre them all? Those were but a few thoughts going through the Emperor's head. He was glad Oto and Cela were not here, he would not have to worry about their safety. He stood stood there all the same, ready for whatever the gods had planned for him this day. The Grand Master begun to walk up to Imperial family, not knowing the entire courtyard was anxious to what he might do. The moment he arrived in front of the Emperor, the air seemed to go still, the few seconds of silence feeling like an eternity. The Grand Master finally made his move, he bowed his head.

Bluetusk: Your majesty, it is great honour. Your grace.

Eilísa let out hand, the half-orc kissed it. He looked up again towards the Emperor. Lothane somehow found the strength to speak.

Lothane: Ser Lothane Silmuna. The honour is all mine.

The Emperor extents a hand to the side.

Lothane: Shall we proceed?

Bluetusk: As your majesty commands

[To be continued.]

Lothane Sil Wex, the third of his name to sit the Dove Throne, the first of his House to ascent that illustrious title and hopefully not the last, the avenger of his father, the sacker of Anbencoast, the destroyer of the Silmunas, Grand Duke of Wex, overlord of lands from the mouth of the Alen river to the mountains of the Dameshead, the Emperor of Anbennar, was trembling.

Most of his body of his body was fine, but his hand, that part was shaking, shaking like a neophyte fencer will shake before a veteran of many years. He was glad to be alone, so no one could see him right now, for no one could understand why, why is one the most powerful men in Cannor was consumed by such fear?

Lothane looks out of the window, the day was sunny, the calm breeze could be seen on the flags and banners, yet all the Emperor could see were images of that day, that one day where his hubris and pride almost resulted to his end, that day Skylance's sword was about to strike him down, that day were he told the most horrid lie of his life, that day the Lilac Wars ended, that day everyone believes he celebrates, yet he sees only in nightmares. He closes his eyes and takes the deepest breath possible, trying to calm his nerves, as he opens them again only one thought exists in his mind. "Is today the day Castellos will punish me for my actions?"

All thought he had was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, Lothane knows well what it is for, yet he plays the fool ever so slightly, as etiquette demanded.

Lothane: Enter.

One of Lothane's imperial attendants, a half Wexonard, half Damerian enters. The man bows low, as it is expected of him.

Attendant: Your majesty, they arrived to the city.

Lothane looked at the man for a moment, his previous thought coming back way quicker than he would have liked.

Lothane: How many?

Attendant: Twenty Knights, eighty men-at-arms, of them, sixty carry halberds and twenty short bows, there's also at least two squires for every Knight and many servants. All the soldiers are armoured, all the servants are armed.

Lothane's left eyebrow rising was his first response. "He made no attempt to hide the fact his host is armed beyond any norm, is he honest, or clever?"

Lothane: You may go, I will be in the courtyard in moment.

Attendant: As you command your grace.

With attendant gone, Lothane looks out of the window once more, he catches a glimpse of his would be guests as they move through the streets, only thing he could do now is pray, pray that Nerat will be kind with him.

(To be continued.)