InvictaCon, o maior evento de jogos de tabuleiro do Norte.

Embora este post não tenha nada a ver com o formato do blog, não podia deixar de divulgar um evento organizado por amigos para divulgar os jogos de tabuleiro.

Por isso se poderem dar lá um saltinho não percam a oportunidade, não se irão arrepender.

Por Valentim Nabais:
Para os mais distraídos a InvictaCon começa já amanhã prolongando-se até domingo.
É apenas o maior evento da zona do Porto e do Norte do País ligado aos Jogos de Tabuleiro.
É um evento gratuito quer para fãs deste hobbie quer para curiosos, existindo voluntários disponíveis para explicar os jogos aos participantes.
Estarão presentes mais de 300 jogos de tabuleiro e esperamos contar com mais de 400 participantes.
É preciso desmistificar os jogos de tabuleiro:
1- Os jogos de tabuleiro não são uma coisa de criança e infantis: os jogos de tabuleiro presentes são jogos de tabuleiro para adulto.
2- Os jogos de tabuleiro são muito complicados: grande parte dos jogos presentes são jogos familiares jogáveis por crianças a partir dos 8 anos (mesmo não sendo infantis) sendo uma excelente oportunidade de se divertir em família.
3- Os jogos de tabuleiro são muito demorados: Existem jogos que demoram menos de 5 minutos a jogar e já com uma explicação, mas também teremos jogos que demorarão várias horas.
Existem jogos de várias temáticas, com vários níveis de estratégia, jogos para 2 e jogos para grandes grupos. Temos jogos onde a diversão é uma constante, noutros é necessária concentração e puxar pela cabeça. Jogos onde terão de mostrar a destreza e outros onde testarão a rapidez dos seus reflexos.
Acima de tudo uma grande diversidade e a garantia de uma grande diversão.

InvictaCon

Time healing

I just though I got closer
But instead, it was all over
Did you look over the shoulder
Did you regret it, when you got older

I somehow got around
Without crying or making a sound
I got lost, didn't want to get found
Seemed I still had to rebound

The years went on in despair
As I tried in vain to repair
My poor destroyed lair
I couldn't be more impair

Now I have gotten much older
I have finally moved over
After all there was nothing for me
To keep barking at the same tree

An introduction to Magic by Master Monty

Earth, Fire, Water and Wind.

Everything that it's possible to do with magic can be decomposed and explained by this core elements.

So Magic in Ammerinthia is basically the ability to control this elements.

But to do so you have to give some thing for it.

Earth magic consumes your flesh. It's proeminent users  are mostly fat peope who have a lot of flesh to spend. Using it daily requires that you eat huge quantities of food so you don't end with only skin and bones.

Fire steals the warm from your body. It's very refreshing to use it in a warm environment but very risky in the cold, even if you are only trying to warm yourself, since you might be death by the time you are warming up.

Water takes a toll on your blood. It becomes thicker making it harder to circulate it through your body.

Wind magic takes oxygen from your body. It's the most used kind of magic since it can be replenished by just breathing, but it's also considered the weakest element since it's the one that requires more effort to change anything.

But even though everyone can use it, what you really can do change from person to person.

To discern what you can do is a mission that you only can finish, no one can tell what you can do or how far you can push yourself. That's something only you can find and in the worst case die for.

Here we will only teach you how to achieve something by using the least amount of Magic.

So by the end of this three years you will be able to identify and use anything in the best possible way to achieve what you have set your mind on.

This is will be our objective.

Letter to a Death Love

Dear.

Remember that passage of the prophecy that you kept saying that was about me?

That one were you had to die so I could finish it!

Well, this is what I will do about it:

I won't be the savior, I will be the killer.
I won't be the hope of Ralsaz but it's doom.

This is all your fault! Yours and that prophecy that decided you had to sacrifice yourself so whatever event happened without fault...

Fuck with it. I will piss on it with every fiber way of my been.

I won't follow your fucking fate, I will take my revenge on it and you by contradicting everything I can and you can't do shit about it, since you decided to be a martyr!

So I hope, that you were wrong, because if the man in that prophecy it's really me, you have just died a stupid and uneventful death.

And no, I don't feel sorry for you, I only feel sorrow for me that has to leave the rest of its life without you.

Want me to follow it?  Then find some way to resurrect from the Death!

Dearly yours.

Getting it on track once again.

I haven't posted in a long while.

Between some failed projects,  job hunting, lack of time and my own laziness, I haven't wrote much besides some writing and translating for my long book project.

I have being for quite some time trying to finish. It's taking so much to show something because I wrote it in English at first, unfortunately after reading it, when I was half way through it, I disliked own poor my English vocabulary looked like when I compared them to books I have being reading. While I understand that this is normal to some degree, I was not satisfied even one bit and I redid the thirst chapter in Portuguese and luckily I found it good enough.

So at the moment I'm still working in the writing/translation of what I have wrote in English and finishing it, that I hope it won't take much longer even though since I only write when I feel like it, will be hard.

I'm considering polishing the first chapter and publish it here, since I don't think I will change much about it in the long run and I want to have something new around here.

So look forward to it and I will look forward to your comments on it.

Best regards.

Smile

I thought I saw something for a while
But it might have been only a smile
That runs away for a long mile
And that can't be hold in a file

So don't take a picture away
You might miss the day
When it happens for a while
That run away smile

That you have never seen before
And that you might not see no more
Because you were hopping for a file
Instead of enjoying it for a while

Dementia

Open your eyes while you are listening

Don't pretend that you are sleeping

Cause in the end I will find the truth

That you have being hiding since your youth

And I will open it to shambles

I will find the hidden samples

I will take them all apart

And reconstruct it from the start

And Don't hide in your illusionary hell

Because it will be easy to dispel

There´s nowhere for you to hide

Not even in behind you worthless pride

And I will open it to shambles

I will find the hidden samples

I will not let you run away

I will be sure to make my way

And there will be a time that's sure to come

When you will be finally able to go home

It will be when you have no doubts

And when you stop looking for outs

And I will open it to shambles

I will find the hidden samples

I will store them in a way

That will let you run away

Guardian

Don't die in your sea of sorrow
Just fall asleep until tomorrow
I will be here when you awake
You can forget about that mistake

What is done is already done
There's nothing that can be undone
Just live like your every day
Until the sorrow goes away

Because your dreams won't be taken
Your fears will not be shaken
And I wont let you believe
That there's nothing for you to live

So I will be here even if you can't see me
I will be here even if you can't hear me
I will be here even if you can't forgive me
I will be here until you forget me

Ghosts

I´m so tired of you
Is there no way to get rid of you
I would give anything
For a momento without you

I have tried everything
Doctors, loud music and even the police
But the the only thing I got
Was a moment of insanity

Where are you now?
Please come back now
I can't hold my ground
Without you around

They are so loud
As they move in a crowd
I can´t get away
Please tell me the way

Forgive me
For what I have done to you
Only now I understand
How grateful I should be

Please understand
That it was hard for me
I didn't what you were doing
For this ungrateful human

Where are you now?
Please come back now
I can't hold my ground
Without you around

They are so loud
As they move in a crowd
I can´t get away
Please tell me the way

Prophecys

It took him too much time to get out of that mess, while she just slipped away. It made him mad that she believed the only way was the way of the prophecy and even though he was delayed by their enemies she still lost some time to make it harder for him to follow her.

 "Madness." Was what he could think of her actions, but he pressed on. When he arrived she was already dead. Died at the hands of the man the prophecy said she would, the guy who was all covered by a green robe to conceal his identity. "I am afraid you are too late, she was so weak that it was disappointing." John ignored the man and just went to her side, released her arms and legs from that unnatural position before rigor mortis made it impossible. "Is she your girlfriend, I beg your pardon, was she your girlfriend?" John still ignored him and grabbed something inside her jacket and took the sword from her waist.

"I'm sorry my friend but I don't like to be ignored, but since I'm in a good mood I will let you join her." A fireball was shot by the man in the green robe but it was caught in the middle of it's flight by another fireball, although it was smaller it was enough to stop the bigger one. "A counter, I haven't seen someone doing it successfully in ages, you have my compliments." He raised his hand again and a bigger fireball was once again shot against john and once again he destroyed it with a fireball of his own, the man kept shooting fireballs each one bigger than the other just to get destroyed in mid flight by John's fireball's.

"Can't you do anything else?" John taunted him but that man only answered by keeping shooting fireballs. "Sorry I'm getting bored of this." John pulled out the sword that he picked from Heleanor. "You expect to approach me with a sword!?" The man asked. "There's not much such a famous wizard like you can do about it." "You pompous fool." And has he raised his hands to cast another fireball nothing happened besides he waving his hands. "What's going on? How is this possible? What have you done?" And there it was another wizard that was inept at everything besides magic. "That is a information that someone that is going to die doesn't have a need for." John walked towards him with the sword him is right hand while the man just stood still staring in disbelief.

"I can't die today, the prophecy states that I have so much more to do!" John could hear panic him that man's voice. "You and your prophecies, you are so concentrated on the parts where you belong and the great things they tell that you will achieve that you not even ask yourselves if that's the end of it. Let me tell you a little secret, prophecy's don't care about who does do what, as long as the rest of the world thinks it was done as it was foreseen."

John was now right in front of him but that man didn't try to resist him so John took his cloak off. "I don't want to spoil the cloak with your blood and farewell mister Malem I will be living your life from now on." And John decapitated him and proceeded to burned his face to a point where it wasn't possible to recognize him.

Liberdade

Eram quase quatro da manhã quando decidi ir dar um passeio pela cidade para desanuviar.

O meu passeio levou-me até ao parque junto ao rio, sem lua nem estrelas no céu, e contentei-me a olhar para um ponto qualquer há procura de algo que não conseguia ver nem queria encontrar. 

Olhei em volta e não vi ninguém, a casa mais próxima encontrava-se já a uma distancia que eu considerei confortável para poder fazer o que queria fazer.

Gritar o mais alto que podia.

"Oh amigo, eu não quero ser chato mas será que poderia berrar sem fazer barulho?" Atrás de mim encontrava-se um homem de idade avançada sentado atrás de um arbusto que o ocultava se estivesse deitado. "Peço desculpa, não o tinha visto ai." Afastei-me.

"Amigo, espere ai. Conte lá o que o levou a vir aqui a estragar a sua garganta?" O homem tinha-se levantado e caminhava na minha direção. Com o cabelos pelos ombros, aparentava ser bastante magro e o peso da sua idade constatava-se na forma que as suas costa inclinavam para a frente. "Você dorme sempre aqui?" Perguntei.

"Não, nem sequer sou daqui. Apenas tive a infelicidade de não ter conseguido outro lugar para pernoitar, e quanto há minha pergunta não vai responder?" Olhei para o homem, não sabia o que ele pretendia com aquela conversa, mas também não desejava regressar a casa, e falar com um desconhecido pareceu-me bastante agradável. "Acho que estou cansado." Disse.

"Cansado!? Um jovem como o senhor?" Olhei para o velhote, embora o seu tom mostrasse admiração a sua cara apresentava-se exatamente a mesma, antes de continuar sentei-me no chão onde ele se juntou a mim.

"Não estou cansado fisicamente, estou cansado mentalmente. Sinto-me preso numa gaiola, sem maneira de conseguir fugir." Suspirei, e pensei se era aquilo exatamente o que se passava comigo. "E quer fugir exatamente do quê?"O velhote perguntou.

"Da minha vida acho eu. Estou cansado de ter de fazer o que me mandam, de ter de agir de forma diferente só porque fulano ou sicrano estão presentes. No fundo só quero liberdade."

"Liberdade? O que é para si o conceito de liberdade?" Apesar de o ter considerado um sem abrigo no inicio, a forma como este velhote falava  dava-lhe um ar culto. "Liberdade? Liberdade é ser livre, ter a possibilidade de fazermos o que queremos, quando queremos e onde queremos." Respondi.

"Então tendo em conta a sua noção de liberdade, imaginemos duas pessoas que vivem num mundo do tamanho deste parque e que exercem ambas a sua noção. Agora dentro da sua liberdade uma destas pessoas decide gritar, como acha que outra reagirá?" Ao principio pensei que o velhote se estava a preparar para me dar um sermão sobre porque não se deve gritar a meio da noite. "Isso depende da outra pessoa, tanto a pode incomodar como pode lhe ser indiferente."

"Muito bem, suponhamos então que essa pessoa então considera um incomodo há sua liberdade de viver em silencio e decide confrontar a outra pessoa, que por sua vez confronta essa pessoa porque esta é livre de poder gritar. A que conclusão chegámos?"

"Não sei aonde quer chegar com isso." Respondi.

"O que eu quero dizer, é que a noção de liberdade apenas se estica até chocar com outra noção de liberdade e quando tens um conjunto diferente de noções de liberdade estas acabam por criar regras entre si para não entrarem em conflito, por isso quando dizes que queres liberdade total a única opção é ires para um local inabitado."

"Mas eu gosto de viver aqui e segundo o que o senhor diz a morte seria outra via para alcançar liberdade." Eu estava agora embrenhado na linha de pensamento daquele velhote, as suas palavras pareciam-me sábias e as suas opiniões agradáveis de ouvir e de teorizar.

"Morte!? Não sei o que há para além da morte, tanto pode ser um mundo de escravidão como outra coisa qualquer. Não nutro qualquer interesse por ela pelo menos enquanto não souber o que ela realmente é."

"Têm medo de morrer?" Perguntei. "Sim tenho, o pensamento de morrer e não poder explorar o resto do mundo e de conhecer as pessoas que nela habitam deixa-me horrorizado, isto porque, para mim, morte é apenas um vácuo e não conheço nenhum método de a explorar sem a obter. Por isso sim, tenho medo de morrer, quem não tem acaba por não viver durante muito tempo."

O sino já tocava, não tinha reparado que o tempo tinha voado. "Tenho de ir, daqui a pouco tenho aulas. Gostei muito desta conversa, espero voltar a ter oportunidade de voltar a conversar com o senhor." Estiquei a mão para o cumprimentar e enquanto ele fazia o mesmo disse "Nutro o mesmo sentimento pelo senhor."

Dirigi-me a casa para me preparar para as aulas.

A lesson on the Magic system by Master Monty

There's a misconception running around the common people that Magic is only for some. While it's true that some have better skills than others, everyone can do magic to some extent.

But before I get further in this let's get a insight on the Magic itself.

Magic is divided into four elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. You can either use them one by one or in some kind of combination.

But to use magic you have to give something of you. Abusing it might lead to death if you aren't careful about ii.


When you use Earth you start losing body fat. While some people consider this a miracle of fitness it's extremely dangerous to do so in huge amounts, you will experience muscle pain, fevers, lack of strength etc..

To use Wind you need to give the air  that you breathe, what I mean is that you will experience a lack of air
when you do it, in severe cases of abuse you won't be able to breathe and die.

Water drains blood out of you, abuse of it brings the same symptoms of severe blood loss.

Fire drains your warmth, abuse of it might lead to a small cold or an ice statue.

Between these elements the most commonly used is Wind, since it's the one that represent less risks and everyone dedicated to magic explores it to some degree. But while it's the element easier to use it's also the weakest, there's not many Mages that dedicate themselves only to air.

Next on the list is Earth. It's very popular between knights who use it to strength their armor and weapons.

Fire and Water comes next, they lose to the other elements because you need access to either a reagent for fire or water for Water. While it's possible to use fire without a combustible it takes a huge toll on the user, and while water is somewhat everywhere, gathering an amount that you need to use some kind of skill might leave you unable to do anything else. This is of course irrelevant if you have access to the element itself in huge amounts.

Now, as I was saying at the beginning, everyone can use Magic to some extent. Every person has an inbuilt wall that doesn't let you abuse magic, some are higher than the others. What Mages do is to break that wall

 A Mage can go behind that inbuilt protection and keep using Magic, but this requires an understanding of how far you can go to not pass a wall that you can never recover from.

So to conclude this, how much power and time you can use Magic depends on your limits. The limit is found by experience, going a little farther every time until you find a threshold that if you pass won't be able to recover from. There's many Mage's that die when trying to go a little farther.

So be careful.

Master Monty Marks

Lyrics for Grateful by Shonsta

I made some lyrics for this music.

20 secs - I never thought that I wouldn't see you again
And, i still hope that someday you will forgive me

Because I never had the time to thank you
For all the things you had to do to

Help me get out of the messes I made
Without even needing asking you

I'm so grateful for all the things you have done for me
And, i still hope that someday you will forgive me

1min 54sec- Because I never had the time to thank you
For all the things you had to do to
Help me get out of the messes I made
Without even needing asking you

If you like the music give it a thumbs up.

As Palavras Numa Imagem

            Na rotina de todos os seus dias, João ia sempre até ao parque junto há margem do rio, onde se sentava num banco para relaxar. Cumpria isto como um ritual, nunca lhe dava grande importância e raramente se lembrava do que fazia durante este,  entrava numa espécie de transe que lhe movia a consciência para qualquer outra realidade.

Durante um deste momentos, em que olhava para o céu procurando algo que não se encontrava lá, uma mulher se sentou ao seu lado sem ele se aperceber.

“Magnifico este pôr de sol, não é.” Puxado do seu transe por uma força exterior João apercebeu-se que não estava sozinho. A seu lado tinha uma mulher morena e elegante que tinha iniciado uma conversa com ele, um desconhecido. “Acho que posso dizer que sim.”

“Não parece muito convencido.” E não estava, João olhava em sua volta mas não via nada que fizesse aquele pôr de sol diferente dos outros. “Penso que já tive a oportunidade de ver melhores.”

“Não posso dizer o mesmo. Acho que isto é o melhor que posso ter.” João não compreendeu o que ela queria dizer com aquilo.

“Não é muito difícil ver melhor. Mais ou menos daqui a meia hora as luzes da cidade vão ser ligadas, estas irão ser refletidas pelas águas do rio, o barulho do transito irá diminuir até poder ouvir  o barulho do mar, bandos de gaivotas virão do mar voando para longe daquele fundo vermelho, arauto de destruição, trespassando as paredes de luz da cidade como se não fossem mais do que uma miragem.  Os seu cantos se farão ouvir acompanhados pelas ondas do mar, e no fim talvez o barulho de transito deixe de ser barulho e faça parte da sinfonia.” João olhou para o céu. “ E no entanto se fechar os olhos talvez consiga imaginar algo ainda mais bonito. Porque num mundo de faz de conta a realidade é apenas um mito.”

Ela não disse nada. No estado imóvel em que se encontrava, parecia ter sido hipnotizada. Os óculos escuros que ela tinha não permitiam a João saber para onde ela estava olhar por causa daqueles óculos escuros que ela usava, pois embora o seu corpo parecesse uma estátua, os seus olhos poderiam percorrer quilómetros.

“Um cêntimo pelos teus pensamentos.” João quebrou o silêncio que se tinha imposto entre eles. “Peço desculpa, estava a desfrutar o momento. Não é todos os dias que recebo uma resposta para além do sim ou o está muito bonito. Deveras agradável.”

“Vem aqui muitas vezes para encontrar o cenário que descreveu?” João já não sabia o que aquela mulher pretendia, a pergunta parecia inocente mas ele não se sentia confortável em dar pormenores da sua rotina a uma desconhecida. “Venho de vez em quando, embora o meu motivo não seja esse mas apenas o da molenguice.” Ela sorriu.

“A minha boleia chegou.” João olhou na direção de onde ouviu um carro a buzinar. Um carro azul parado junto há estrada parecia ter sido o autor. “E eu que estava a gostar tanto da conversa.” Disse João secamente.

Ela sorriu e levantou-se. João reparou que ela agora segurava uma bengala na mão direita. “Estava a pensar no que tinha dito e penso que tem razão. No mundo de faz de conta a realidade não passa de um mito, porque lá ainda posso ver.”

“Foi um prazer ouvi-lo, boa noite.” João não lhe respondeu, limitou-se a segui-la com os olhos até ao carro e a vê-lo desaparecer num ponto do horizonte.

Seguir em Frente

Por causa do trabalho tinha tendência a chegar bastante tarde a casa. Ela não gostava que eu chegasse tão tarde e estava sempre a avisar-me sobre isso, mas não o consigo evitar.

Quando finalmente entrei em casa, ela encontrava-se na sala a ver um programa de televisão que eu não reconheci.

“ Eu já jantei não faças nada para mim.” Ela não se levantou para me dar um beijo de boas vindas, sinal de que estava de mau humor. “Ok, queres um chá ou um café que eu faço?” Ela nem se dignou a olhar para mim, até agora só tive o prazer de falar com a nuca dela. “Não obrigado. Vai mas é fazer o teu jantar, ou nem ás três da manha estás na cama.”

Decidi não continuar a conversa, tal era o mal humor que ela parecia largar no ar. Em vez disso dirigi-me á cozinha e comecei a fazer uma refeição rápida, bifinhos de frango grelhados com esparguete e molho de azeite e oregãos a acompanhar.

Já me encontrava a comer quando deixei de ouvir o barulho da televisão, pouco depois ela entrava na cozinha. “Acreditas em fantasmas?” Fiquei a olhar para ela, mas que raio de pergunta era aquela!?

“Não.” Ela parecia ter ficado aborrecida com a minha resposta.

Conto - Velhos Amigos

-----A minha primeira tentativa na escrita de um conto.-----

Velhos Amigos

  “ Isso é normal Marta, já faz quatro anos que não o vês, não te culpes por isso.” João tentava consolar Marta depois de lhe ter dado as noticias que o melhor amigo deles, e noivo dela tinha, caído em batalha.

  "Como é que ele morreu?" Estavam os dois sozinhos na sala da casa de Marta, os pais dela já se tinham retirado para descansar. "Numa batalha." Marta não estava contente com a resposta."Não me vais dizer como?" "Não."

The citys of Amerinthia - Markem in Solace

Markem was firstly founded by a group of traveling salesman, from various countries, when they decided to organize a fair on neutral grounds. They chose Solace as the best country for it because it was a poor and didn't have enemies, it didn’t have any resources worth of fighting for, and their king didn’t put much obstacles to them doing it.

Do to the success of this Fair, which lasted for three months, it was also held on the following years. The King of Solace seeing an opportunity for his country, gathered with the major salesman’s that participated in the fair and proposed that they established a permanent shop in the plains were they made the fair, the costs of the construction would be totally supported by Solace. They accepted.

So a city was created with the name of Markem. On the middle of it there’s a vast plaza with almost 1 kilometer wide, from there 4 roads lead to each of the major cardinal point while slightly curving to the left, around the plaza you can see the shops from the most renown salesman of the time, and with some of the most luxurious inns of the world, from there a maze of shops, houses and smaller inns sprouted. The city was also divided  by ethnicity, people from the northern country’s would settle at the north of the plaza, the southern at the south and so on.  

A artificial river was later created to support the city, the wells started to not be enough to support the ever-growing city, that flowed from north to southeast.

But not everything was great in solace, sandstorms were common since the vegetation was practically nonexistent on those plains, with the creation of the artificial river it was possible to change the horizon but it was still a very hot and arid place to leave.

Seeing all the growth and success of the Markem fair the biggest country's quickly approached Solace to make pacts of nonaggression and of mutual help, Solace proved to be a great place to sell surplus resources without being taxed by the other country’s. This also leaded to peace between the neighboring country’s since they could easily sell and buy resources the most needed resources.

Markem, was a paradise for any salesman but also became a paradise for anyone running from justice. Solace never had an army and now had a pact with many country’s to not raise one, instead they had a small unit of elite soldiers that would receive new recruits from various country’s and would be in charge of training them, but Solace could keep these recruits for a year after them finished training to maintain the peace in the country. While this seemed a good deal for Solace, which didn’t have a population to keep in check the new growing cities that were mostly being occupied by emigrants, it proved to be a double edged sword, even thought they now had the man labor to keep the cities from rioting, with the constant change of personnel they never had experienced personnel to investigate and find the most devious people. 

And so Markem, and Solace in general, was a great place for any criminal seeking refuge.

Qualquer coisa deste tipo.

De pensamento perdido

Vivo a vida aturdido

Pois um passo de cada vez

Não trouxe a minha vez

E por mais que eu tente fazer

Parece que nunca irei ser

Aquele que tem direito

A ser algo mais do que suspeito

Mas agora eu não quer saber

E por isso já estou a correr

Para o diabo com a paciência

A minha vida não é uma ciência

Não voltarás a troçar de mim

Pois ainda não estou no fim

A distancia que nos separa

Já é menor que uma  vara

E eu irei te apanhar

E não, não estás a sonhar

Dá-me só mais um momento

Apenas um pensamento

The grays of black and white.

"I don't live in a black and white world, what is good and evil always depends on perspective, I always find it hilarious how so many people jump to conclusions based on their respective views. But, anyway, the world wouldn't work if most people weren't like that, so I'm not looking to reform anyone I just want to keep both sides alive. Most people think the end of the war means peace, while that's truth it will be only momentarily, supposing that there won't be disputes between the winners regarding territory and even if no disputes arise it's a matter of time until the reason that lead to the first war leads to a second. Although peace is beautiful and great it will in the end brings problem, with peace there's less dead, more people giving birth, and more children growing old, this all looks great but this also brings problems, the increase of population demands more territory for them to settle if this mean evading occupied territory they will do so because it's better than risk death by starvation which bring us to the first war and why it started. Even though our races look different we are exactly the same, we both claim that each other are evil while we are basically doing the same thing, bringing death to each other through war. That brings me to my point and why I don't want the war to end, while both nations are on this stranglehold there's no need for them to expand, because their extra human resources are recruited to the war in a way that both Empires are in some way stabilized. I realize that this might look biased since the country's engulfed by war are suffering the most but is either that or having a Empire win, this might look good if your side wins but it will only end on new factions being formed and new wars started. What keeps this two Empires united is the war itself, neither of the countrys on each side would have a good reason to stay allied with no enemys in common.
And doesn't matter how much you strugle, war itself is engulfed on human nature."

What are you looking for

While I’m waiting at the station

There’s a sudden surge of realization

Is this really where I should be

Is this is how it’s supposed to be

Because I don’t know anymore

If I should sail on or drift ashore

If I should Dream and still wait for you

Or just run away, away from you