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[Poltifar]

((I agree with Jamini, we should update the turn less often (if everyone agrees). I personally prefer a more concrete schedule, like the one Jamini proposed (monday, wednesday, friday, saturday) but I wouldn't mind a every-other day update))
((Armok, I hope I'm not the one keeping you from enjoying the RP because I don't have time to negotiate with the !!elves!! I'm just not finding time to be on IRC much.))

First of all, and extract from one of the Golem books recently found in the tombs, describing the functioning of Runic Ring Portals (feel free to skip this, its just a description of how my golems will make portals to get out of the desert and such) :

Fundamentals of the Runic Ring Portals:

Let us begin with some basic facts (you all already know them but just to specify exactly how my portals work). Our universe exists in 4 Dimensions, 3 of Space (length, width, height) and one of time. They form the space-time continuum, which is not a plane surface but is 'bent'. This allows 'drilling' a hole through this bend, like drilling a tunnel through a mountain to get to the other side faster. This is the basis of the wormhole theories. So how do my portals open a hole? The portal is basically a large metal ring inscribed with runes. These runes exist not only in the 'space' dimensions, but also in the 'time' dimension (don't ask for explanations of how runes do that, thats magic). By drawing these runes with sharp angles, they can act as 'knives' that tear the space-time continuum. Thus, all that is left to be done is to rotate the metal ring, and that can be done in any way imaginable (steam-power, more magic, heck maybe slaves running around it with ropes attached to it) and as it turns, it 'drills' a whole in space and time, thus allowing this passage to another place. Now were the portal opens depends on many factors, mainly speed of rotaion, but even temperature and time of day can affect it, thus making it unstable and highly dangerous to use unless you have trained specialists to calculate all these factors. Finally, it should be noted that even when not rotating, the portal can be dangerous, since the runes are still active and thus still tearing into time. The results of that is that when at rest, the interior of the ring ('surface' of the portal) acts as a sort of black-hole, but NOT sucking in stuff, as in a black-hole with no gravitational pull, but still dangerous to anything passing through the inactive portal, even light. Thus the portal, when unactive, is the deepest of black, deeper than the darkest night, and could send anything passing in it outside of space and time, or teleport it to who-knows-where.

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"Hey, Orion, come look at THIS one!"
"I'm comming, Abro"

Ah, finally, some progress had been made. These !!elves!! had turned out quite cooperative and even helpful to the whole civilization of Al'Qwat. They had even thought to bring a ready-made contract for the agreement! And engraved on aluminum too! With that contract, the great Unified Minds had come into being, and through further communications over the 'light-coms', a council had been created. But even more importantly, the two races had begun work to revolutionize all Golem Soulforging! Many months after the agreement, the Golem Council was finally alowed to see the first of the researchers' creations.

Examining an incredible lizard-like golem made entirely of silver, Orion jumped back when it tried to bite his hand, "Well that's definitely a feisty little fellow. What is it?"
"It is... or more exactly was... a salamander," replied one of the !!elven!! aids present, "We are still surprised that we were able to imprison a living soul into a golem body so early. But the process is still far from perfect."
"Well, not everyone can be as perfect as me," interrupted Abro. Sometimes Orion thought Abro should be taught one good lesson, to ensure he lost all this excess boastfulness. The Golems must not have an insolent brat such as him in the council, after all.
"As long as no one gets hurt, all is fine..." continued Orion.
"Um, actually," began another !!elven!! aid, "We did bring some mentally ill !!elves!! to act as vic-... I mean, test subjects for these experiments. They were hopeless cases really, so we were doing them a favor by giving their life a meaning by allowing them to further the !!elven!! and golem cause. Suffise to say some of their souls went... berserk. We had to destroy the golems they were inserted in before they could cause any harm. Other souls just dissipated, and even your golem smiths you sent with us didn't know what happened to them. On the upside, the ones we DID manage to soulforge were cured of all their illnesses, there illness left behind with their old bodies, and also..."

Orion wasn't listening anymore. He was too infuriated. He had quite specifically precised to Merh, the Master Smith sent with the !!elves!! to help in the experiments, that he should do everything with utmost caution. Orion put a mental note to chastise Merh on the next Council meeting. Maybe he could find some reason to chastise Abro at the same time, to hit two birds with one stone. For now, all he could do was make sure that atleast the golems that were shown to him were of good quality and harmless. He could only hope that nothing dangerous would arrise from the experiments before he had time to handle the researchers and smiths.

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In the deepest basements of Mindgates...

 "I... feel."

Where experiments with new, never-before-thought-of golems and souls have been ongoing for many weeks...

 "I... think."

New discoveries have been made, breakthroughs achieved, arcane secrets recovered from the lost dungeons of time...

 "I... believe."

But with new knowledge, comes new responsibilities. With great Power, comes great Danger. With Progress, might come Misery...

 "Thus... I am?"

...

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((population growth is slowing down))

Settlements:
Alchemia: 89
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)

Terra: 92
(the one west of desert)

Altus Tumulosus: 58
(settlement NE of Terra)

Eterna: 42
(east of desert)

Nova: 29
(SE of desert)

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Important People (and their "titles"):
- [hero] Orion Primus, "Guardian of the Seals": Platinum Golem decorated with bands of Gold and implanted with a Star Ruby in hist chest and inscribed with many glowing runes throughout his body (Nova)
- [master miner] Ferrum Animus, "Chief of Diggers": Large Steel Golem (Nova)
- [master glassmaker] Abro Vas, "Prince of Prisms": Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel (Nova)
- [master jeweler] Derna Farn, "Diamond Fingers": Copper Golem with hands made of gold and the tip of the fingers diamond (Nova)
- [master mechanic] Grin Tooth, "Gear-Lord": Copper Golem with a large Silver gear embedded in the chest and decorated with spikes of silver (Nova)
- [master smith] Merh Konlus, "Metal Bane": Large Bauxite Golem menacing with spikes of Steel (Mindgates)

((Armok, it would be appreciated it you don't quit on the !!elves!! present with the golems, because its much more enjoyable to have someone to discuss stuff with and such. But if you feel I'm too slow and I'm not discussing enough with you on IRC, maybe we should keep the agreement as simple as possible withought too much interaction between the two races, so that we have less to discuss?))

[Strife26]

((Oh, Strife. I'm sorry about that, I knew I was forgetting something when I put up that list... I didn't mean any insult by it.))

So, I DON’T EVEN QUALIFY AS A GOD ANYMORE!?! JUST A THING!? I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE INSULTED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! Wait, scratch that. Damn telemarketers. Sniffle.

Just kidding, I really don’t mind. Anyway, unto my usual sundry items post.

I personally like the idea of less often turn updates. However, I still have a fair bit of RP’s that I never got around to writing. I guess that I have an excuse to be more long-winded now. I’ll post one zefie-related story a day! (Plus the community fort I’ve just started)

To Armok, I could see how dealing with your !!elves!! could get to be a pain. I sort of like the civil-war idea for getting rid of the techies. When Yankee gets to the capital, he will give up some advanced technological concepts. Probably rocketry. I think that you could probably make tensions arise within the !!ish community dealing with new (and highly destructive) weapons. You could have the techies crushed and scattered the winds (a few w/ the golems, and some ending up to the zefies, ect.). You might end up severing yourself from the zefies though, depending on what exactly you do . . .

Just a suggestion.


Also, how is the BOTGII Mod going?

[Istrian]

****BATTLE REPORT : Giants vs. Vulpinians

Suddenly four of the giants drew their flamberges and charged towards the vulpi assembled around Raom who barely managed to jump away from them. Three vulpinians were cut in half while the others dodged. Raom pointed to the group of civilians that had assembled not far from the giants and were either too terrified to move or were already running toward the gates.

"You there ! Don't just stand there ! Get reinforcments ! Quickly !"

Some of the civilians snapped out of their shock and fled. Others ran through the streets shouting, calling for reinforcements. The remainder drew their daggers and knives. Raom turned to the battle and found himself face to leg with a giant in full plate mail. The giant had already started moving his hand in an attempt to knock out the vulpinian leader.

Raom felt a shock go through his left shoulder and fell on the ground, rolling away. Then he finally
stood and saw what had transpired. A civilian had jumped between the giant and Raom, pushing him away. The civilian's dagger somehow managed to find a weak joint in the giant's gauntlet. Unfortunately the momentum and speed of the hand had completely smashed the hilt of the dagger into the civilian's face, killing him instantly.

Meanwhile, one of the giants had remained close to Hrafn and was fending off the spears of the surrounding vulpinians with his shield and warhammer. The vulpinians were jumping back and forth in an attempt to avoid the giant's mighty blows. Two of the vulpinians had already been smashed in the walls of one of the buildings around.

Raom heard a howl approaching, as did the giants. The war-trained wolves kept in the barracks had been let loose and were now heading to the battle. He also noticed more archers were arriving, though unfortunately so far they have been useless against the giants' plate mails. Raom dodged another blow and shot another arrow at random.

The wolves arrived and jumped on the giant in the back, sending him to the ground as he mightily crushed the bones of two of them. The surrounding spearmen quickly followed by piercing through the openings in his helm. Although the heads of the spears were too large to fit through, they still managed to pierce the giant's eyes. and disfigure him. One of Raom's arrows managed to hit a giant and the poison that coated the head quickly paralysed him as he fell forward. Raom quickly put his rapier through the giant's head. And then he heard :

"...SMITE THINE ENEMIES !"

It was Hrafn's voice and Raom quickly understood that the giant had used magic. Immediately the wind rose, the clouds gathered and ice and bolts of lightning fell from the sky. One of the bolts hit the ground near the battlefield sending a shockwave around. The vulpinians fell to the ground, unconscious. The giants stood tall and proud, their strength making them obllivious to the shock. Quickly they dispatched the war wolves. Hrafn walked down to the unconscious Raom and lifted him.

"Now that we are in talking terms, let us go to your marketplace. I believe that serves as a gathering place in your cities yes?"

As soon as the lightning started falling, civilians ran for the eastern gate and the river. Some managed to get away, some were stunned by lightning and some by ice. Some boats had sunk when the falling ice made holes in them, forcing the civilians to swim back or drown.

The giants had soon threatened and cleaved their way in the middle of the marketplace, with the vulpinans now held hostage on the shoulders of the giants. Raom was the last to enter the marketplace, in Hrafn's hands. Finally they stopped.

Crowd was gathering around them, fearful murmur going around in it. Hrafn walked to the front of them all, shouting for people to gather.

"People of Lilabeleca! As you can see, your leader has made a grave mistake and is now paying the price! I shall make all this short however, and tell you only what needs to be known!"
Taking a moment for the situation to sink in, Hrafn continued.
"I have 15 of my very best men out there, securing the city entrance! I have 150 well armed, trained troops on their way here at full speed! I ask you this, Vulpinans!"
He took a deep breath and shouted in a voice that was heard in the whole city and the areas around it.
"WILL YOU SURRENDER?!"
Then, he smiled and made a motion to one of the elites.
With three blinding flashes one of the vulpinian soldiers had lost his arms and legs, his torso and head remaining. He was screaming in pain. The giant let him fall to the ground.
"This... is what happens if you dont."

Some civilians ran, some sank on their knees begging for their lives, some were weeping in jail, and some were too unconscious to react. Two figures moved out of one of the shadier-looking buildings and approached Hrafn. They introduced themselves as thieves and offered a deal : information on where the rest of the civilians went in exchange for protection and wealth.
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The giants outside the gates arrive an hour after the battle.
And now the part you're all waiting for : statistics.

Nhiphanter

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- 5 elite soldiers
one dead
one paralysed but will recover
one blind
one who can't use his left hand anymore
- 15 elites arrived after the battle
- One hero (alive)

Jamini
I'm not getting into details for the civilians (mostly because I don't know how many there are).

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- One hero (prisoner)
- 9 skilled archers (prisoners)
- 12 competent spearmen
7 dead
5 prisoners
- 11 war-trained wolves (dead)
- various civilians
one doctor and 2 nurses staying behind to
heal the wounded (prisoner)
2 merchant guards (1 fled, 1 dead)
multiple dead (15%)
multiple prisoners (40%)
multiple runaways (45% scattered in 'armies' outside the city)


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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ v╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Θv≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ v≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~


[Strife26]

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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z=z==/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ v╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Θv≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ v≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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The ambsador group got their supplies together and left Allyaid. Yankee was gratified to see that the !!elf!! had agreed to accompany them. The party was made up of:
Yankee
2 Snipers
2 Soldiers
Amizoimi (Hah, finally wrote it)
2 Warthogs (untrained, carring stuff)
2 Warhogs (one T gone, and they're useful! They will engage enemies in battle. Also, they can be used as chargers by zefies.)
One Margna-Turkle w/ wagon (carring assorted heavy things. Mostly empty though)


The party set off south. The road that had been made was not particullarily nice, but it would do. They made great progress (the soldiers couldn't be seen being lazy to Amizoimi). The eventually saw the camp in the distance (the roading crew). There they stopped. Yankee decided that most of the food that they had brought would be left to the zefies, who would establish a pernament fort there.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *   * * * * *
^Zefies^ 

Meanwhile, in Hopegem, Gouzzi was doing a bit of cleaning. He had found the corner office where Yankee had stored his papers when the Prince had been in charge. sneezing continually, the sniper organized the documents. Ignored work orders, scematics, local maps, a world map? Then, Gouzzi remembered! That wierd Godish (NOT THING) person Strife had given it to them. There was a sticky note attached to the map.
   'Note to self, send a scout east and see what the '#' is  -Yankee.'

Gouzzi started to sigh "Sig-CHOOO! Damned dust . . . I'd best send one of my men to do it then. Yankee is so forgetful sometimes. AND, I still need to get word from the new group that Felu sent out. Sniffle."

Six hours later, the sniper Robin left Hopegem. He carried (IHO) way to much equipment. A pack filled with rations. His snipebow. Long arrows for that. Maping supplies. A sword. His short, rapid, crossbow. Bolts for that. A bayonet. A bowie knife. Rope. "FOR THE LOVE OF STRIFE! THIS IS TO MUCH CRAP TO CARRY! I'M HAPPY TO BE ON AN IMPORTANT MISSION, BUT THIS IS INSANE!"
  Done with his shouted rant, Robin resigned to leave some of the stuff in the farming village when he got their.



((Don't ask how Gouzzi is able to sneeze. He doesn't actually have a nose. ))

[Akroma]

((sorry strife, but what#s that mess next to your settlement ?))

[Strife26]

It's the 'multiple things tile." The scout, Robin, is in a village. I tend to forget where my guy's are otherwise.

[Akroma]

no, not the /

the  =

[Strife26]

I've been using them for roads. Is there another road tile?
Unlike Tengu, Zefies actually have to walk.
Or scoot. How DO zefies move without feet?

[Akroma]

look at the dracon desert and the realm of the vulpians. That's roads
you have to use multiple different tiles to make them consitant

[Nhiphanter]

OOC: The main army arrived to Lilabeleca too several hours after battle. The city is now occupied by 79 giants and one of them is blind.

[Frelock]

Here, I think this is what strife was going for:

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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ v╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Θv≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ v≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Of course, please correct me if I'm wrong.

[Jamini]

Start, Turn 33

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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~

((I was a little late posting, sorry about that. I am a little saddened by my loss of Liliaceleba. Apparently twenty-odd soldiers and half that of war animals cannot take on five giants. However, I will abide by Istarian's judgement.

Right, turn 33.

A vulpinan migration arrives at the diplomacy site and begins constructing a special location. It will be done in four turns, half of that when Akroma's help arrives.

My scout continues north along the river.

The civilian groups (consisting of around fifteen vulpinans each, from the 40% who escaped (rounding up to 45 for sake of easy math) move towards aveceleba. The group on the lake is using a set of riverboat to remain a distance from the shore, while the others are racing along the road and through the forest. They are going to force-marce for the first turn, in order to put as much distance between them and the capital as possible.

I will begin writing shortly.))

[Akroma]

Turn 33 - Autumn

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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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Mohayiga+harbour: City : 114
Eientei: City : 132
Murakami: Metropolis : 150
Makai : Town : 104
Divine shrine : cloister : 20

Makai-settler group: 40 people on the way north-east

Murakami settler group: 36 people on their way north-west

((The ship arrives in Murakami and unloads its migrants. A small migrant group leaves Eientei to let is expand next turn.
A group of 6 stone-shifters (masons using earth magic for their tasks) leaves Murakami and force-marches towards the construction site. the force march costs lot of time, so they cannot start building right away))

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"I have assembled you here, for your final lesson. Once you have mastered this technique, you will be air-magicians of the 2nd level."

Tomoe takes out a crossbow from his back and hands it to one of his students.

"And now, shoot me."

"W-what ? I would never shoot you master."

"Shoot me !"

Shakingly, the student loaded the cross bow and took his aim. When he pulled the trigger, he couldn't help but avert his eyes. When he turned around again, he couldn't believe his eyes, nor could his fellow students. The bolt way laying scattered on the ground, cleanly cut into two.

"One can not block arrows with air. No matter how much mana your force into it, an arrow will always penetrate it. That's why, you have to penetrate the arrow first. This is the technique of the air-fist. It's a technique only few ever really master. It requires reflexes and concentration far beyond the usual level. You have to keep your calm at all moments, forming air blades and daggers and spears and hammers in a split second. And of course, you have to get into melee range to do anything else than blocking arrows. And what self-respecting air-magician gets into melee range with a primitive brute swinging a sword like a madman ?"

He chuckles.

"For the next three months, you will have to train harder than you ever have. Mentaly. You have to make the forming of air your second nature. At the first snow fall, I will test you. This time, it will be me who will be shooting at you, and you will be the ones to block the bolts. And if history has taught me anything, we will better keep a medic around..."

[Istrian]

The airship was again in the sky, borne by the wind toward the presence Thlash had felt in the west. Inside, archaeologists were working on the samples they had taken from the ruins.

The skeleton was interesting. It was that of a wolf-like bipedal creature. It showed that the creature had probably had impressive muscles and a well-developped mind. It was also charred, probably by the heat of the flaming pillar.

There was also some substance, stuck on the stones of what had probably been the sewers of the city. It was hard to say what the substance was, but a most likely hypothesis was that it was part of the explosive that had caused the flame pillar. Unfortunately, it did not give away the content of the mixture.

Samples of blood taken from the huge stone in the middle of the city could only lead to guesses. The most likely one was that it had been part of some ritual or spell, and it was most likely to be of interest to the newly formed Office of Crystallurgy and Soulistics.

What had proved more useful was the ghost they had captured. Although it was visibly in pain and unable to think straight, it was still possible to communicate with it. The Thelash managed to learn a part of his language and, if their guess was right, it was probably that of the Valtan. The only useful information that the ghost had been able to give was that the survivors of their civilisation departed on a great warship.

The airship passed above a burned forest. Thlash speculated on the causes but it was unlikely to have been an effect of the flame pillar as the distance to the city was too great. From the observation deck of the airship, he could see cities north and south. To the south was probably a tengu city, while the northern one looked different in construction and was unlikely to be that of a race they had already encountered.

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Meanwhile in Shesh, Helesh was finishing a lecture on soul gems to a group of hopeful students. The content of the lecture were the properties that make a gem suitable for holding souls as well as a long list of the gems that were suggested for various enchantments and why some souls could not be contained. As the lecture ended the students returned to the workbenches on the floor above.

As Helesh was about to do the same he noticed someone moving toward him. It was Shraal.

"Your lecture was most impressive and accurate. I am impressed by the progress you made on the topic in less than a season."
"Thank you, Shraal. I still think I have a lot to learn and will continue my research. I did not know you had an interest in the subject."
"I am not really interested in your research, but it reminds me of my master, the one who taught me everything I know about magic."
"Are you talking about Shelesh ?"
"I am. And you are right when you say you have a lot to learn. You make a great mistake by saying that the soul of a god cannot be contained."

With that Shraal removed a necklace he had always been wearing around his neck. The chain of the necklace was made of steel as if it was not supposed to be removed. The pendant was a long sky-blue crystal inscribed with runes of molten gold. The crystal seemed to want to glow but was unable to do so. Helesh looked at the crystal. It was something he had never seen and it certainly did not look like something that could exist naturally.

"This can contain the soul of a god ?"
"No. This contains the soul of a god. There was a dwarven god in the old world. A god of truth. He was a very proud one and he thought that he knew every single truth there was in the universe. My master bet against him that he could contain the soul of a god in a thing shaped by people that were not gods. The god thought it was a lie and dared master Shelesh to try and contain his soul. Shelesh showed him the crystal and the god tried to place his soul in it. And succeeded. Unfortunately for the god, the runes prevented him from leaving and since then he has been a prisoner of this crystal."

"Where did Shelesh get this crystal from ?"
"It was made by a race that is now extinct. They were a race of crystals and were unsurpassed in the way of making crystals. Unfortunately they were atheists and the gods of the old world did not like atheists and tried to destroy them. The crystal-race created crystals like these to fight the gods, but they were unable to find a way to use them. When we met their last remnants we joined in a common fight as we also are atheists. Eventually we won and destroyed some of the gods of the old worlds, the others promised to leave us in peace. We only kept this crystal as a memory."
"What happened to that race ? Are they still around ? Can they create more crystals ?"
"No, they were already too few and died some centuries afterwards. No more crystals like this one can be made."
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[Mel_Vixen]

RP Turn 32

- Karatomca -
   -Ter and Aris -

"I have it!"
"What do you have Ter"
"This little problem with your cat and so on. I solved it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"About the changes we have seen! I know where they come from."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes its about time and Hughs theory of multiple worlds."
"Well we know that there are multiple worlds. We come from another world you now? And who was Hugh?"
"Hugh Everett was an Human from the old world. An formidable researcher. He had the theory that an universe may follow the Schrödingersequation everytime and everywhere so our Universe will dekoherate with each decission in a number of universes. In each of these universes is one anweser to a the decision true. Lets make an exaple: If you roll a dice you can get 1 to 6. If we follow hugh asumetion the universe splits in 6 different universes in the moment we Roll the dice. These universes are all the same except the number the dice is showing up."
"Well i dont get it but how do you think is this related to our problem?"
"Well i think someone is messing around with Time itself."
"How can you mess up Time?"
"Well you can go back and change somethin."
"We can?"
"We not but magic and science have theyr ways to do it but both have some problems with it."
"And you think someone can do this already?"
"Well its possible that the device or the spell which has done that is far ahead in the future."
"But how could you and me recognize the changes"
"Well i think the timeglyphs we used for the Chronometer had protected me and the chronometer"
"But they had no powersource."
"They had. I was the powersource. My Imortallity sucks free magic energy from my surroundings. The Glyph must have used my body as conductor i think."
"But what about me?"
"You have changed but the Chrono didnt. It had replaced the one we were working on."
"Then you did replace the Ter i had known. You killed yourself by accident!"
"This is ..... this is possible."

((if anybody dont gets that discussion think "Sliders"))

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   - Nietsche -

"Hail to you my Friends. ..." Responded a Older Roshani. "So you are the ambassador from the Ipetians. We welcome you here and are thankfull for the Gifts you are bringing. My name is Marx and this little kid here is Engels."
((excuse that poor joke but i had to it.))
"Dont call me Kid Marx i am 100 only 50 Years younger then you. Anyway Silis has informed us that you are comming so please follow me we had arranged some mayor tents for you and your people as long you hadnt specified how your Embassy should look like."
 
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   - Leam -

"Loard Leam?"
"Yes?"
"Nietsche the Ambassador of the Ipetians has arrived."
"Oh good i will look after him Tomorow. What about our Vulpian friends?"
"They behaving my Lord."
"Ok i want them to meet the Ipetians too so please send a message to them that we invite them on a formal Dinner with the Ipetians."
"What about lady Cenna my Lord it seems as she dont likes the other Vulpians."
"Yes Lady Cenna. I wnt her in Chains and in the basement as soon as possible."
"My Lord?"
"You heard me. If the other Vulpians are asking questions say that cenna has stolen an Artefakt or something thats relates to Issha."
"Why my Lord?"
"Shes behaving very strange not like Ter has discribed her. Dont ask any Questions and do your work."
"Yes my Lord."

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 -Winjfountain-

"Ambassador the Supplycaravan has arrived."
"Yes very good. Is there everything we ordered?"
"Yes my lord. Much cooper iron and steel. The newest discoveries in Optic and Math as well as the Doverscape."
"How many doves do we have?"
"10 my Lord and Lord Leam had send the plans for breeding them too."
"Only the plans or all other thing realted to the doves to?"
"He had send us all."
"Very well make an copy of all books. I wnat to give them Riet when hes back. Maybe the knowledge in it may help him with his own little project."
"Me Lord there is another thing you wanted me to remind you. You wanted to send Leam the secrect of the Beton."
"Yes send them to him and the plans for the new city too. I wnat to have some idieas for it from my sister and Ter as well."