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[Taricus]

No, he was prepared; it was an arstotzkan mage's thing that ended him

[Egan_BW]

All the more proof that crystal is some bloody heretical stuff. Begone, devil-mineral!

[Chiefwaffles]

No, you see, RAM was forced to posthumously oversee a quick formal execution of Nuke in response for such a flagrant violation of Arstotzkan Aether regulations.

[NUKE9.13]

Nuke was merely driven crazy by tapping into the Aether unprepared - an act best left for skilled Arstotzkan mathemagicians. Nothing more happened.
Nothing.

I'll have you know I was crazy before casting the spell. Also, HERETIC. DO NOT MOCK THE POWER OF GOD.

[Kashyyk]

I got a high roll on a rather mundane design. I'm actually kinda sad now. Glad to see the Traitors were dealt with though, just need to hope that Hayat lives....

[Taricus]

I propose all loyal Moskurgers (And Arstotzkans) recite Hayat lives like Vulcan lives.

[RAM]

Long live United Forenia!

...wait, did a few loyal Arstotzkans escape into space at the end of the game... AGAIN? Godsdamnit. You people are like cockroaches. Space-cockroaches.

Anyway, you're all lucky I like melodramatic speeches. A more straightforward person would've just unleashed the unfettered power of God on the world without preamble, and who knows what damage that might've done. Can your AM-resistant circuits resist the Holy Word spoken by the Most Merciful God himself?

Also, for those interested, here's my design:

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Allawm Bila Rahma (Merciless Censure): For over a quarter of a century, a spell has been locked away, secured in a forgotten temple deep in the desert. All but three of the people who knew its location have been... silenced. It would have been destroyed, but so strong is its connection to the divine that such a thing would be unthinkable heresy.
I speak, of course, of the true form of Tubikh Rrahim. All records of its existence have been expunged- officially, Tubikh Rrahim always had a fairly limited area of effect.
I know better. I was there. I saw the wizard assigned to cast the test spell explode with holy light, I realised that we had tapped too closely into the power of God, and I cut his throat before he could finish casting.
I might as well have cut the throat of a prophet, so intimate was his divine connection. My sin can never be forgiven. I have sacrificed my place in heaven for Moskurg- and given the choice, I would do it again. What is the value of my single soul compared to the souls of an entire continent?
For that is what this war has always been about- not defeating the Arstotzkans, but saving them. There can be no greater outcome than peace, and the marriage of our countries shall show the heathens the glory of God, paving their way to conversion and redemption.
So. There are those who would threaten this outcome. Unacceptable. They would turn their holy gifts of magic against the heirs of Forenia- against the will of God? I shall not let them. I have sacrificed my soul already, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life in this final battle.

Allawm Bila Rahma takes the portion of Tubikh Rrahim that limits the amount of divine power called upon, and throws it out the window. The caster briefly becomes a direct avatar of God, a vessel through which His power can flow unfettered into this world. Naturally, this not only burns out the caster's ability to ever cast magic again, but also has a tendency to burn out other things, like vital organs.
In exchange for this sacrifice, Allawm Bila Rahma delivers the word of god to all magic within a ludicrous radius, and that word is NO.


Plan: Observe the wedding. Let others deal with the minor spells and lesser assassins. My focus shall be on their trump card, whatever it may be. The second I see magic being called upon too powerful to be stopped by conventional means, I shall unleash JUDGEMENT upon the world.

Faction: Peace.

It was inspired by our first attempt at Tubikh Rrahim, when eS accidentally suggested it would affect an entire theatre at once. He, uh, dialed that back a bit quite quickly.

Well, in the spirit of reciprocation and imminent regret...

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We may have failed to keep their armies from our people, but a far worse threat has since loomed. Their mages come forth, forcing themselves into the minds of the innocent to condemn them for holding to the old ways. Praising their vile cult for their victory to betray the proud efforts of the warriors of both sides. We may have lost our nation, but we will never lose our spirit! Arstotzka forever!
Side chosen: Denial!

Design: Fractal Revenge Against Gods.
The aethergem creates a stable link between the world of magic and the world of matter. This can be inverted, instead of the crystal pulling magic into our world, the crystal pulls itself into the magical.
The gems have long now converted magic into sound. To pull magic into the crystal's own being is simple, and mathemagics shows us the path to pull only those magics that we choose.
Crystal is already imbued with magical regeneration, and crystal generation is already bound to magic. To convert magic into crystal growth is a simple thing.
We have seen their "holy" magic, and know it to all be compromised by a single dependency. The signature of their "god" is written upon our lucky strike spells. Now that we know its true name, we can bind this malignant parasite's fate before it spreads to our precious people.

Thus the design is simple, a crystal, cast into the source of Kegger magic with the sole quality of devouring its energy to produce more such crystal. What at first would be merely an itch would quickly grow to a massive infection. Break it and it will merely be spread as each piece continues to feed. Attack it and it will feed upon all the being's energy directed upon it. Fleeing would rend the being in twain, leaving abundant power for the crystal to form itself into an impenetrable barrier, with flecks of doom drifting through the immaterial space waiting to slay the beast should it linger or return. We shall be ready. When their god dies, when their magic fails, we shall use their blind devotion to be rid of them. Before they may find their own lunatic reasons for their failing magic, we shall spread the word that their god has condemned their leaving their own "blessed" lands, and must hide away within their vile desert for all time...

Kill the Kegger god using a grey-goo crystal.

You kind of ran afoul of a specific counter...
While it did roll badly, it was supposed to go into the source of magic and eat everything god-flavoured. Instead it meandered around a wedding until someone turned themselves into the most intensely god-flavoured candy of all time...

[Chiefwaffles]

Chiefwaffles' address to Forenia, before launching.
(Just replace "Capitalism" with "Moskurg")

[BBBence1111]

Burning down the palace (and half the city, most likely) is a fine achevement I'd say. Fun thing about my fire: It burns for 7 days and it burns everything. Maybe antimagic could stopit, but I think it simply eats that too.

[Egan_BW]

Glory to Forenia! Death to the traitors! Hayat lives!

[RAM]

Does Hayat actually support Forenia? I would have expected her to be more inclined to nuke the world by now. Oh, right, "nuke the world" is pretty much Forenia's anthem...

[Kadzar]

That update was awesome! Also, given that nothing was said about my ultimate fate, I choose to believe that my remaining falcons flew me out to safety while no one was looking.

[Andres]

Just to be perfectly clear to those whose unevolved brains may have trouble comprehending the facts (i.e. Moskurgs), it was Arstotzka who won the war. We may have led you into our capital and then engaged in a brief truce with you pathetic pigdogs, the battle which erupted soon after proved decisively the superiority of Arstotzkan might and magical knowledge.

Our crystal mech was an unstoppable engine of war that annihilated everything sent against it. Between our King, Myark, and our crystal mechs of destruction, Arstotzka would have reunited quickly, crushed your fractured, poorly led, magically backwards army, and driven our armies straight to Moskurg within the year. The only reason this did not happen is because of the wisdom and foresight of our glorious King.

He knew that a victory against your wretched kind would have simply ended with a marriage to ensure the compliance of you bloodthirsty barbarians in the new Arstotzkan order. Instead, he chose to make peace right then and there because the outcome would've been the same, simply with more of Arstotzka's future subjects dead and wasted time and resources on Arstotzka's part. Arstotzkans are not fans of inefficiency, clumsiness, and shortsightedness (in other words, we are not you) so the path forward was obvious.

Remember always that if Arstotzka wanted to, we could have defeated you utterly and with barely any effort on our part. Moskurg sucks.

Glory to Arstotzka. Forever glory to Arstotzka.

[Egan_BW]

I'm hearing some TRAITOROUS words here. Glory to Forenia, death to any who cling to the old ways.

* Egan_BW cocks revolver.

[Madman198237]

Yep. Arstotzka was GLORIOUS and DESPISES inefficiency.


When did sending hundreds of thousands of young people to die in a war "you could've won at any time" become efficient?