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[Impending Doom]

((Jamini: It looks like my refugees are quite visible from Romalith. If so, how will you recieve them? They won't be moving any closer until some negotiations have been made, or other circumstances intervene.))

[Jamini]

((The proposd location is one tile to the NE of the current meeting grounds. The vulpinans will wait one year for the project to be completed before returning.

Although the forest in the area is dead, the vulpinans still are very good with wood and will likely make or import sap Laquar windows (which can be colored like stained  glass with the right dyes) to fill the upper reaches of the palace. Also, because the area is burnt out the vulpinans will cut away any dead overgrowth with impunity to make room
for the new growth with is appearing. By the end of the year the tile will be clear-cut and prepped for regrowth over the next decades.))

Kara sighed as she watched yet another caravan leave Romilath, clutching her forehead to quell the headache that threghtened to overcome her as she pushed aside another stack of documents. Over the last half a year she had been forced to run Romilath in the absense of Lord Kireal, recovering from the massive backlog of paperwork that had accumulated during his time as mayor and addressing the multitude of complaints that flooded her room in the palace.

The city had been nearly at war with itself after Kireal had been disposed, the factions loyal to him struggling to protest his deposition by attacking those who had opposed his rule. The cells of the city guard had been full for months, filled with ill and swearing vulpinans who lashed out at her whenever she visited.

What was worse, at lest in her mind, was how the dracons were treated. Even after new, harsh laws regarding attacks on the dracons, violence still occured regularily in the streets. Complaints of merchants complaining of lost and stolen goods had flooded her office, and not just dracon merchants either. It seemed that anyone who openly associated with the Dracon people was a target. It almost seemed like it was ... organized.

At her side a gentle tug on the edge of her tunic brought Kara around. With a sigh she pushed the stack of paperwork away, reaching down to pick up little iten, now nearly six years old (I think, not 100% but he's getting up there). With a warm smile she gave the child a hug to her breast, stroaking his bronze head while she thought of what to do.

Iten, another problem on Kara's consiousness. The child, while certainly alert and intelligent to the world around him, hardly spoke. The other children hardly played with him, and for an odd reason he didn't seem to mind it in the least. Oftentimes he would disappear along the banks of the river, or into the gardens of the palace, avoiding contact with others. She couldn't make heads or tails of it, and he was her own son... her own flesh an blood. With the duties that had been piled upon her for the last year, she was lucky to see him for a few hours, much less the time that she should be spending with him... bonding with him.

With a gentle pat on the head the vulpinan woman set her child down, patting him on the head as she turned back to the monsterous stack of paperwork.  A million things to do in Kireal's absense, doeens of vulpinans and Dracon's to placate, and plenty of hurt and ruffled feelings to smooth over. The tug returned, and kara stopped with the paperwork in mid-slide. Kara looked down again, this time her face concerned as she looked at Iten. His stubby fingers pointing towards the door insitantly.

With a sigh Kara released the papers, taking her child's hand and following him as he pulled her towards the door. At once he began to prance, his remaining three legs scrambling slightly as he pulled her out of the door towards the gardin.

Perhaps it was time for her to be a mother after all, Kara thought as she let the smiling child lead her away.

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"Where are we going Iten?" Kara asked quietly, her magic sense flaring as she walked with the child along the coastline, the waves to the east riing and falling in the wind. As she spoke, the silver and bronze youth simply smiled at her, releasing her hand and skipping behind her so that he could push his mother faster. At once her ears flattened, anger flushing her face, "Item, that's rude! Why..."

She broke off, her eyes catching the tip if his finger pointing east... towards the sea.


A great ship floated in the ocean, two massive wheels behind it rotating slowing to drive it through the water. As she watched, it's prow dashed against the fierce waves, driving through them with determinations and grit the spray flew away like sparks from the deep scores and damage that adorned the ship.

Kara gasped as she recognized the creatures that moved to and fro across the deck, the large thickset faces and broad snouts as familier as her second closest friend. The Valtans... the Valtans were here!


((As for my turn. Another weapons caravan travels from Romilath towards Aveceleba, this one with an additoinal twenty soldiers (one third melee, the other half crossbowmen. Again armed with steel). Off screen, Kara is going to summon two whisps. These units are helpless messenger units, which move three tiles a turn. They can speak common, see, and hear but have little to no offensive capabilities in combat. Additionally, they are quite visible, being small balls that emit light constantly.

In Thaimacu, Graed has sent out a request to recive the blueprints for the Roshani defense tower system. This request will reach Karomotica in two turns.))

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[Jamini]

((Hey! I recognized that avatar. Lillium from newgrounds how awesome. ))

[Greiger]

"Captain!  New ship ahoy! 80 degrees to port!  It isn't one of ours sir!" The lookout in the crows next called out to the deck of 'The Meteor' below.

The meteor, the first Dracon combat vessel was patrolling the waters near Boatland, protecting the settlement's fishing fleet from seamonsters and other such dangers.  Though they mostly just performed somewhat mundane coast guard rescues instead.  The waters weren't nearly as dangerous here as they were in the Silver Strait back home.

Captain Onehorn as he was called since one of his horns extending out the back of his head was broken off in a monster attack years ago. Pulled out a small shipboard telescope from his coat and looked out in the direction the lookout indicated and spied the ship though it didn't look like any kind of ship he ever saw before.

"Aye, good eye, Nail!" After turning his scope to the shoreline to judge the ships distance he added, "She seems to be in vulpinian waters however."

"Red!" he said to the red colored female helmsdracon, while acending the stairs to the wheeldeck, "Take us down to sandrock, if that ship begins attacking the vulpinians I want to be ready to teach them a lesson."

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((The ship dosn't actually move anywhere, it is basically just going down to the south tile border to be able to help quickly if things turn ugly.  They don't want to cross into vulpinian waters unless they need too.  Even if the vulpinians don't claim any area of the water as theirs they still don't want to get too close to the city to avoid worrying the locals with a warship.))

[Xotes]

((Quick question: Who's in control of the ship near my Pringer one and the ship near the ruins?))

[Impending Doom]

"Cap'n! Contact, twenty-one degrees starboard!"

Aramis burst up onto the deck, Flavvius in tow. He Withdrew his spyglass and tried to focus in on the approaching vessel.

"I can't quite make it out. What do you see?"

"Warship, sir. Can't recognize th' banners. Bloody hell... she's half again our size, cap'n! we wouldn' stand a chance!"

Aramis turned to Flavvius, discussing something heatedly with him. after a moment or so he turned to his crew.

"Drop anchor, lads. Raise the colors. Leave the ballistae dry, but be ready to load an' fire at th' first sign of trouble."

The Hopeful came to a dead stop in the water, as the banners of the White Wheel were hoisted atop the mast.

[Frelock]

((Wow, I missed a lot.  Six pages of really good reading.  Akroma, I think that the way you dealt with the Drogar was awesome.

Turn 29: Not much happens.  Vriendingang becomes a village, and a dirt road begins to form between Zonsopgangziet and Westengebied due to Ipetians going back and forth.  It's really little more than a dirt path.  Work on the temple in Wijnfontein continues, and thanks to the Roshanian, it's about 50% done.  Speaking of which, Nietzsche continues to study Roshanian customs and language, he should be done by spring.

On an unrelated note, Heph, could you PM me with the equipment you're sending and a description of the defenses the Roshanian have worked out for Wijnfontein?

Turn 30: The road is competed between Zonsopgangziet and Westengebied.  Due partially to this, Westengebied grows into a village.  Temple is up to 55% completion.  Nietzsche is almost ready.

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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣T╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~


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Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains          : Multicultural: City
Vriendingang - Friend's Gate : W of Wijnfontein     : Ipetian   : Village
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise Watch: E of Wijnfontein    : Ipetian   : Village
Steenstad - Stone Town     : S of Wijnfontein       : Ipetian   : Village
Wereldmond - World's Mouth : N of Wijnfontein       : Ipetian   : Hamlet
Buigendriet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest     : Ipetian   : City
Westengebied - Westfield   : W of Buigendriet       : Ipetian   : Village
Zuidengebied - Southfield  : S of Buigendriet       : Ipetian   : Hamlet
Brandzie - Fire Watch      : E of Buigendriet       : Ipetian   : Hamlet


[Frelock]

Riet watched the group of children play.  It was a common game; one would try to tag another with a stick, and then the tagged had to go and find another stick to tag with, while the tagger threw the old stick into a pile at the center of the clearing.  Riet smiled as he remembered when he had invented that game.  It was shortly after the exodus, and gathering kindling was a task that had been given to the children.  However, they had constantly complained of such a chore; so Riet had invented this game to make it fun for them.

It really was surprising that, even now, they still continued in such a fashion.  When they had first settled in Buigend Riet, it had become the adult's job to get the kindling.  But the children kept on playing their game, and so it was given to them as their continued responsibility.  Riet was happy to know that, if nothing else, he had made this small change to the Ipetian people.

Sighing happily at the innocence of children, Riet turned away from the field.  As he walked away from the ruckus, he noticed another child, alone, at the edge of the clearing.  He was hunched over, talking to the ground.  Riet moved closer to listen.

"Come on, you can do it.  I believe in you.  There's lots of great stuff up here.  There's the sun, and the moon, and Momma's cooking.  But you couldn't eat that.  Come on, what are you waiting for.  You like the sun, right?  It's waiting for you.  Come on, you can grow.  I know you can.  You have everything you need to grow.  There's water and good soil too.  Come on, grow.  You can do it.  Grow.  You'll love it, up here in the big world.  I picked a nice spot for you too.  There's no animals around here to eat you.  You can grow as big as you like.  Come on, grow.  I know you can.  Grow big and tall like that tree over there.  Come on, can you at least make a little leaf?  I know you can.  Grow.  Come on, you can do it.  Grow.  I want you to Grow.  I want you to grow big and tall.  You can do it.  Grow like no other has grown before.  Keep growing until you touch the sky!  But first you have to grow a little leaf.  Come on, let's see that stem.  You can do it.  Go on, Grow!"

The child, oblivious to the approaching Riet, continued to encourage a little pile of dirt on the ground.  As Riet looked on, somethig began to happen in the pile.  Before his very eyes, a small sprout began to grow out of the moist earth.  A little leaf opened itself to the sun.

The child's eyes grew wide, and a look of extreme happiness flashed across his face.  "Yay!  I knew you could do it!  You grew a leaf!  You did it!  Now you can grow up to be big and strong, like me!  Make sure to drink lots of water.  Momma says you have to drink lots of water if you want to get big and strong.  Yay!  You did it!"  As the child jumped around the small sprout, he noticed Riet standing there.  With a look of exuberation, he said, "Look mister!  I made it grow!"

Riet was taken aback.  This child was a plainshaper!  Not familiar with the child's face, he asked, "What's your name?"

The child continued to grin and replied, "Leef, mister, what's yours?"

"I'm...Riet."  Riet's mind continued to race, even as he answered the child's question.  There had been no plainshapers since the exodus.  How had this child come to the power?  Acting on a hunch he asked, "How old are you?"

"Seven and a half," answered Leef.  He smiled as his attention returned to his plant.  "Isn't it great?  I asked it to grow, and it grew for me.  It's wonderful.  I wonder what I should call it..."

The child scowled as he pondered a name.  Riet patted the child on the head.  "I'm sure you'll come up with a wonderful name."  He slowly walked away, thinking about the implications of the return of the plainshapers.  The age of seven and a half made sense; the child was one of the first born on this world, and was in concert with its energies, something Riet lacked.  This drew forth the immediate conclution: if there was one, then their might be more!  Riet decided that he would have to test every Ipetian child.  He would travel to every hamlet and village, and Buigend Riet too, seeking out every child with this talent.  Hopefully, he would be able to teach them how to use their powers to help the Ipetian people.

[Greiger]

"Ok, drop anchor!"  The captain said after reaching the destination a small outcropping of rock that was used to determine the edge of Dracon waters.

"She seems to have dropped anchor as well sir, she's also raised her flag, but it's nothing I recognize." Nail called out from the crow's nest.

"All right, we're gunna wait here, surely the vulpinians can see the ship from there, so we'll let them handle it for now.  Come get me if anything happens."

[Armok]

((Ok, I just realized I almost missed this turn, I’ll have to do this real quick.
I really need to chat whit you about the golems Polifar, I’ll try to be on the BotG IRC tomorrow to.))
((I hope there is nothing I needed too respond to today that I have forgot.))

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 30: (Winter)

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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣T╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
 
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 105 !!elves!! (town+hamlet) (+5 since last turn)
Mindgates: 30 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+30 since last turn)

Mining outpost by Ariquemera: 15 elves (outpost)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 2 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira. 20 In migrant group going down the magma river.
Total: 182 !!elves!!

((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.  ((wont those set of towards Efil-inira soon?))
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and talks common fluidly by now. (100% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
 “The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 90% complete, building the castle 35% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
Mindgates is founded north of Ariquemera, and the tunnel digging and construction is begun, however the cliff face is not breached. As you can see it’s accessed from the east via a tunnel to the magma river.
The battle golems project is begun under the temporary name “Guardians Project” in Ariquemera:
Planning done by Ilecaaye, iron prototype bodies are begun construction (35% complete) and some various internal components like optics and computer components are begun.
Plans are being made about Eliyeecate.

List of important people:
Acathiima, hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!! (Doing paperwork and ruling from The Seat of Authority, in Efil-inira.)
Yanenirica-Awidi, advisor and secretary of Acathiima: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, legendary organizer, master politician, legendary liar, legendary flatterer. (Doing paperwork and ruling by The Seat of Authority, in Efil-inira.)
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician. (Working on “Guardians Project” in Ariquemera.)
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat (negotiating whit the Dracon.)
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout. (Captured and “enslaved” by storm giants.)
Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement, novice cartographer. (negotiating whit the Zefies.)

[Xotes]

(( Okay, nothing important happens this turn as the outpost becomes a hamlet and the Pringers commence construction of their military. AND WHERE DID MY SHIP GO!? ))

[Jamini]

Turn 31 Spring

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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
 
((Urk, Sorry xotes I may have deleted it without thinking when I was attemping to remove the drodgar ship.

Feel free to place it back down er... wherever it was.))

The sun set as a number of vulpinan citizens and dracon merchants crowded the shores of Romilath, their eyes turned towards the two ships that were a mere speck on the horizen, glimmering in the light. Like two dogs poised for battle they seemed to eye one another, the waves moving moving both ships together, preventing two two of them from ever meeting.

At the head of the assembled crowd was Karaman, kneeling in the sand deep in concentration. Little Iten and Larika only a few steps away, his tiny hand clutched in the much larger Valtans as she watched excitedly at the ships in over across the frothy waves. Behind them an honor guard of three crossbowman stood, their faces wary as they kept the shouting crowd at a good distance.

"Lady Karaman, you cannot remain here much longer." Their leader called out, crossing his forelimbs as another petitioner shouted abouve the waves, insisting that this new ship's appearance be explained.,

Larika turned on him, her free hand raising to her lips to hush the guard, "Don' speak to 'er. She's using 'er magic."

"Ma'am?" The guard asked, taken aback by the Valtan, "I mean, lady Larika. What do you mean?"

In answer to the guards question a new wind began to rise, whipping the ocean into an even greater frenzy. At once the waves begen to twist, distorting as the very air seemed to repel and absorb the water. In an instant that seemed an eternity the world seemed to strain, to fight against a force that none of those present could feel or comprehend. Not a creature breathed for that one moment...

At once the air opened, a shadow that rose over the landscape as the bindings of reality broke. Through this opening, two glistening lights emertged, racing through from a place that more than a few vulpinan's claimed to have gotten a glimpse of long after that day, before the portal slammed shut and sent forth a massive spray of water across the bay.

No creature breathed as the Summoner approached the lights, her voice lost in the turn of the waves and the distance tetween her observers and herself. But to all it was clear that the lights had.

At once the two whisps seperated, jetting off in opposite directions. One far distant over the ocean, another to the south west along the river.


~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~

A sparkle of light shot out from Aveceleba, glimmering over the ocean between the Valtan and Dracon ships in as the moon just barely began to creep over the horizen. For a moment the small light paused, flickering this way and that not unlike a dog searching for a thrown stick, hovering for a bare moment before rushing towards the Valtan ship.

Before any of the crew could react it was upon them, a brilliant light that engulfed and blinded all who attempted to look upon it. As the first of the Valtans recovered their composure and began to draw weapons, a soft voice akin to that of a child whispered from the creature, it's call reaching the ears of all present. Eminating from everywhere on the boat and nowhere at all.

"Lady Karaman, scenechal of Romilath, chief explorer of the vulpinan people, and a humble summoner, who denies all of these titels and deserves all of them sends your people greetings. She welcomes you to Romilath, the first port o the vulpinan confederacy and grants ye permission dock immediatly as friends among friends. There is much to discuss, especially on any wares you would be willing to trade for.

Message end.

Also, for the commander of the vessal a second message has been given.  Larika the Scout lives, she is within the city and well cared for and wishes to be rejoined with her people. Accomidations can be made for your stay, however long it will be, but please meet with her at the docks.

Message end."

Then, in an instant it was gone. The light vanished, leaving the Valtan's blinking back a multitude of spots from their eyes at the abrupt return of the dark night.

[Impending Doom]

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≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
 
As the Hopeful wheeled about and made it's way towards Romalith, Aramis took the time to head belowdecks. Weaving through the many hammocks and bedrolls crowded with sleeping Valtans, he eventually came to one hammock among the rest, with a small form curled up on it.

"Keri?" He spoke.

"Kerina?" A little louder this time. The lump stirred, and rolled over. A small Valtan girl of barely ten years sat with her bedcovers wrapped around herself. At the sight of her older brother, her face lightened, and she grinned widely.

"Ar-" she began, but stopped as Aramis lifted his fingertips to her lips.

"Hush, now. Ye don' want t'be wakin' everyone up, now do ye?"

She continued, quieter now. "Aramis, that thing that came, it said it was friends, an' it said we was welcome, an' it said Lari was there, an', oh, when can we go an' see 'er, brother? I miss 'er so..."

Aramis sat down on the hammock and lifted his sister up into his lap, still grinning and wagging her tail in excitement.

"Hush, now. I know, I miss 'er too, and I want t'see her jus' as bad as you do. But not now. Tomorrow. Right now, ye need to get some sleep, an' tomorrow we'll go see Lari." At this, Aramis lifted Kerina up out of his lap and laid her back down in the hammock, drawing the blankets over her. He stood and prepared to leave, but Kerina persisted.

"D'you think Lari missed us too?"

"I'm sure she missed us very much. Now g'night."

She tried again."D'you think she'll like yer ship?"

At this, Aramis paused, contemplating just how his sister would react to his new position as captain.

"I wish I coulda made it look better for 'er, but I think she'll like it." So finally, he bent down and kissed Kerina on the cheek, and before she could stall him again, he silently made his way back to his cabin.

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Some time in the early morning, in the half-light that came before the sun rose up from the sea, the battered vessel pulled up to the docks of Romalith. Her sides were battered and hastily patched. The silver spearmaiden figurehead was dulled and dented, the lantern now gone from her left hand. The name Hopeful was carved on her bow in simple, blocky letters. Slowly, the ship pulled up to a vacant dock, lines were tossed over, and she was tied fast to the mooring posts.

[Akroma]

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((Madara brings the herbalist to the northern part of Murakami. I'd appreciate if you could start your poison lessons now. Also, the tengu army moves back towards Makai))

Mohayiga+harbour: Metropolis : 149
Eientei: city : 127
Murakami: city : 136
Makai : metropolis : 140
Divine shrine : cloister : 15

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"You have already done very well learning how to manipulate the mana balance in objects. I knew you are ready to move unto the next step when i woke up, slipped into my shoes and couldn't lift them of the ground because they were too heavy."
Tomoe pauses for a second, snickering.

The next thing I want to teach you is not only to change the mana's balance, but also its form. Take a look at your Hauchiwa fans. They can only be made of the leaves of the Auralia plant, that is found on the southern continent. More than thousand years ago, before the tengu could fly, a terrible dragon was haunting a tengu village. A young peasant soon named Hakurei sneaked up on the dragon as it was feasting of the pigs and clung to it's tail. The dragon was so big, it didn't notice the Tengu, and flew back to it's cave where it took a long nap after it's meal. Hakurei seized the opportunity and let a giant boulder fall unto the dragons heat, crushing it.
But now, he was trapped at the top of the mountain. Staring down the cliffs, he was caught in desperation, not knowing what to do. For three days and three nights he was trapped up there, untill the godess blessed him with an idea. Hakurei cut of the dragons wings, tied them to his arms with his belt and soared down the mountain towards the tengu village. The frigthened Tengu thought the peasant son failed as they saw the giant wings at the sky, and started to shoot arrows at him. One of these arrows pierced the young boys heart and he fell unto the ground. As the Tengu saw their mistake, they were stuck by incredible grief, and planted a Aralia tree at the young boys grave. The godess Kanako, in appreciation of the boys deed, blessed the tree, and henceforth it would serve as a channel for her power.

So far goes the legend, and since the leaves of the Aralia tree has proven as the VERY best material for wind channeling, we have no doubt it was that way. Anyway, we have found ways to channel wind also by other means, even if not as effective. In the aralia leaves, you will find countless of tiny pipes, bloodvessel if wou want. These blood vessels form a tight net of pipes, which can either use dto block and shove the wind, as you are already doing it, or to channel it, and that's what I am going to teach you soon.
But before that, I have to teach you how to form such a wind tunnel.
Look closely at the leaves. Do you see the veins ? Inside of these veins, wind can flow. let the mana flow through it, slowly through it, as you breat in and out with the leaf. And as you let it flow through the veins, push it apart, force it out of the pipes, into the cells of the leave that are surrounding it."


((btw, if you google "hauchiwa" and "aralia" you will see they are actual plants. not made up))

[Mel_Vixen]

(i asume its turn 31 by now)

ooc: I infest my popgrow this turn in the group at Irumathra. At Irumathra starts a caravan to Winjfountain.

A group of 15 Roshani  is leaving  Winjfountain  to go southwest.

My Messangerbird moves 4 tiles east.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
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