TURN 4 AA 30-40
The Inquisitor tapped his fingers on the gold frame surrounding the Terra Atlas, the map forming mountains and valleys and rivers, with growing clusters of cities. The teams of Dwarves responsible for the map’s upkeep scrambled, receiving reports and updates and inputting the information, which was then reflected in the map itself.
Gromfin continued, “ Once we suspected that Adjila Caravans were using a teleporter, we had agents seed detection crystals all over the continent. Over the past few months we have seen many rapid teleports over the trade route. All known teleporters are currently accounted for, so the merchant that appears across the continent all on the same day is our man.”
Gromfin turns and shrugs, “Or maybe not a man, some other kind of being. Perhaps one that is like us. We sent Red Dawn to investigate, and perhaps take out the target. We equipped him with some anti-teleportation devices and sent him to their headquarters.”
Turning back to the map, Gromfin reaches over and twists a few knobs. Blossoms of light appear on the map, alongside several dark clouds. A huge storm cloud forms over the West, over the Uncharted lands. Another twist removes the overhanging clouds, leaving the blue lights.
“These are the locations where some form of magical activity has taken place. A few of these are elvish sanctuaries, but there are a few that don’t fit the pattern. There are some locations that appear in the sea, but we can only locate the residue months later.”
He brightens then, “In better news, the armies and legions are on the borders of India now, subjugating the border kings there. We may be able to anticipate subjugation of the region in another decade or so.”
The Inquisitor thanked the squat Cisharni, and departed. Mysterious events were happening, and it was his job to discover what they were.
EVENT 100 INFLUENCE REACHED Out in the headquarters for Adjila Caravans, the Silver Shields and foundry steelworks, Acter met with several company leaders and discussed profits and problems. Profits were good, and the foundries were getting run night and day to equip the armies and levies that the border kings of India were raising. The Silver Shields were keeping busy as well, fighting several successful actions against one Greek army fighting on the Northern border of India. Acter was pleased, but then felt a fuzzy feeling deep in his guts, one that he hadn’t felt before. Before he could excuse himself, the Silver Shields at the door shared a concerned look at each other, and the one on the right glanced out the door.
Screams and the sounds of combat broke the peace of the meeting room. Acter looked alarmed, and tried to begin his countdown to teleportation. It felt wrong, the trickle of energy that accompanied it was no longer there. By the time Acter focused on what was happening, a Silver Shield was grabbing Acter and pulling him towards the other door, while the other was fighting. . . something at the door. One last glance revealed the guard falling, his chest baring a bloody hole.
Standing there was a man, perhaps. Large, and covered in strange red and black chitinous armor, with spikes protruding almost organically from its form. At its waist dangled a metal device that framed a large crystal, glowing with power. Its face was divided into a red and black half, both sides perfectly smooth, broken only by a mouth and round black eyes. A spark seemed to pass between them, and Acter knew then that he stared into the face of a Cishanri.
What do you do?World Status Update:
India is definitely in a mess at the moment. Fractured into many different kingdoms, for the most part they have lived in a relatively peaceful existence with each other. Now, there is no peace in the land.
Atlantean agents and spies sowed discord, turning rulers and kings against each other, some supporting Atlantis and others defiant. The flames of war run hot here.
Elsewhere the Empire is at peace. Persia still has flare ups of rebellion, but they are little more than practice for armies before they are sent to the front.
Ammon’s criminal network expands from the city of Dashun throughout Egypt, and into some areas of Persia, and a few contacts beyond. Only a few “trusted”associates know how far his network spreads, and no one but him knows the full extent of it. Men speak of the “Rat Prince”, but no one really knows who it is, and the authorities believe it to be a myth.
In Japan, war continues. The death of the most powerful warlord Tonga has left a gapping power vacuum that many seek to fill, with blood and steel if that is what is required. At the moment there is no clear end in sight for the conflict.
Masamune: Though your Warlord had died under mysterious circumstances, your skills are lauded enough that many Warlords are offering much you alot of gold for your services. Tonga’s heir has offered you 15 gold, though a rival has offered 30 for you to switch to him.
Hotaru: 4/6 Sindari
Ichirou: 2/6 Sindari
(Your event is coming!)
Eltirian
You build a nice little place for yourself, with a few simple huts to conduct work and experiments in. A few locals trade with you for resources you need. Through the course of your studies you notice magical phenomena grow more and more apparent from the south.
Wavebringer:
New daughter Violet: 6
Mark finds a reliable common wife for himself and is very happy. They have 3 children, 2 boys and a girl.
Amelia:
You spread your ideas far and wide over the island. Village elders are a little stubborn, but your ideas take great root among the young. There are 4 main rulers on the island, the strongest lies in the east, and he, Koan, is the most suspicious of your motives. The other kings greet you neutrally at the moment. Your underground base grows, and you believe can hold around 100 people comfortably.
+150 followers
Influence maxed for where you are at 35.
Glass, will need a response from you about the event. Sorry for the triple post!
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