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[coelocanth]

((nhiphanter, with your movement, it would take you 3/5 of a turn to cross the swamp to get to the hydra's body. The crocrolen have no way of moving something that big without cutting it up into manageable chunks - which they can do if you want it delivered to your ship quickly. If you want it whole, you have to figure out a way of moving it.

For the crocrolen to move it, it would take a turn to chop it up and carry the chunks to load your ship.

They will guide your men to the body if you want to move it yourself (that may give you a movement bonus in the swamp or not, up to you)

))

[nahkh]

Turn 7
Winter, year 1

The winter has come, freezing the northern world over, and bringing the wet season to the south.
In the north, heavy blizzard encompass many areas, accompanied by strong northeastern winds. Traveling by sea will be treacherous.
The south will enjoy its brief relief from the summers heat, while many forests become swamps teeming with life.

[coelocanth]

Settlements

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Location	Name	Population	Pop Cap	Modifier	Race	Next Turn
35,20	Astmeban	83	230	-1(Prisoners)	Daroth	96
35,20	Astmeban	1	0	1(Prisoners)	Ent Impling	1
42,27	Great Glade	108	1350		Ent Impling	146
42,27	Great Glade	1	21		Ent Lord	1
42,27	Great Glade	16	375		Ent Material	18
42,27	Great Glade	4	168		Ent Protector	4
39,27	Tur-Aarok	10	1040		Ent Impling	14
45,27	Tur-Har	9	840		Ent Impling	12
42,24	Tur-Dok	9	1250		Ent Impling	12
42,30	Tur-Telos	10	900		Ent Impling	14
28,35	Tribe	87	300		Nacka Rachti	93
20,60	Seristis tower	10	100		Mage	10
19,70	Ehn’gha / Odua	99	300	193(Trade,Hospitality)	Iraxi	114
19,70	Ehn’gha / Odua	3	0	7(Hospitality)	Akkadian	4
19,70	(ruined city)	29	550	-40(Trade)	Iraxi	34
18,72	(ruined city)	29	820	-40(Trade)	Iraxi	34
21,72	(ruined city)	29	480	-40(Trade)	Iraxi	34
22,71	(ruined city)	29	465	-40(Trade)	Iraxi	34
22,69	(ruined city)	23	800	-40(Trade)	Iraxi	26
20,79	(mining colony)	8	275		Iraxi	9
15,84	Vol Sundar	122	280		Crocrolen	159
29,85	Tel Tikal	193	340	45(Trade)	Crocrolen	237
24,87	Tel Sarangis	134	630	-20(Trade)	Crocrolen	174
24,90	Tel Sirtis	141	540	-10(Trade)	Crocrolen	183
23,83	Vol Kendar	117	385	-10(Trade)	Crocrolen	152
22,93	Vol Santos	65	585	-5(Trade)	Crocrolen	84
13,44	Huis Hoop	173	465	-232(Flooding)	Ipetian	185
18,46	Zuiden Kust	39	740	-370(Flooding)	Ipetian	48
29,77	Akkad	210	800		Akkadian	252
34,78	Ac Acasid	57	440		Akkadian	69
59,23	Kavla Niti	301	765		Anqip	377
45,31	Stukiodia	65	750		Hrun	75
46,38	Halas	96	620	-1(Prisoners)	Hrun	110
46,38	Halas	1	0	1(Prisoners)	Ent Impling	1
46,38	Halas	11	310		Hrun Wolf Mount	14
41,22	Svarlbard	43	750		Hrun	50
40,116	Apoikismos	58	530		Silent Ones	67
39,8	Anmod	68	545		Covad	80
36,11	Modan	62	430		Covad	73

Groups

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Location	Leader Name	Population	Race
55,14	Sall	5	Daroth
42,20	Ton	5	Daroth
20,65	Jaleen	11	Mage
20,55	Elestris	5	Mage
33,86	(merchant navy)	10	Akkadian
31,37	Poltifar	19	Renegades
31,35	Celsius	4	Nacka-Rachti
57,16	(explorers)	4	Anqip
43,115	Doulos	25	Silent Ones
16,77	Rekkol	10	Crocrolen
24,75	Beklar	15	Crocrolen
23,80	(settlers)	50	Akkadian
30,22	(Lady's Tower)	20	Daroth

Adventurers

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Location	Name	Companions	Race
31,26	Mari Narena		Seyec
13,67	Bahad		Akkadian

[coelocanth]

Vol Sundar

Rekkor's group return and describe the factory they discovered.
Fukrim decides that is the best place for a permanent settlement.
The Crocrolen abandon Vol Sundar and set off to the north.

Tel Sarangis

Ten warriors, veterans of the hydra battle, set off across the savanna in the rainy season to find what happened to those left behind in the forest.

The Desert's Edge

The explorers reach the rainforest and decide to follow the edge west to map the extent of the desert. On their way, they will discover the huge ruin at 22,74 and the normal ruin at 21,76

((Depending on appearance, they may explore one or both ruins, or just note it on the map.
final position 21,76 if they stop to explore a ruin, otherwise 20,78))

Tel Tikal

80 Hunters leave to found Vol Sicata on the shores of Lake Sicata. There, they will enjoy delicious carp whenever they want to. The carp export business pays for tools from other settlements.

Tel Kendar

The bronze production is online.

Vol Santos

Engineering plans are made for terraforming the savanna tile at 21,94.
It looks like 800 crocrolen-turns of effort (if they produce food as well), so they start right away.
Progress: [65/800]

Tel Sirtis

10 explorers are sent to find the southern limit of the swamp.
A guide will lead the Akkadians north to the hydra's corpse.

Southern Swamp

The explorers reach the tip of the swamp by following the coastline.
(possible encounter - cave at 25,96 on their way)
Next turn they will follow the savanna side back.


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[Zako]

Halas:

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The winter had arrived on time. It was unforgiving, harsh and freezing cold. It killed all those who were unprepared for it, and did so without feeling.

Erak smiled happily. It was just like home.

The Hrun had done well to gather all the food they could for winter, as the possibilities for finding food decreased in winter greatly, though they would still try to hunt something down nonetheless. There was bound to be winter wildlife out there, wolves and such.

Brushing the snow off his broad shoulders, he inspected the ships that were almost completed, grinning at the progress. They were about 3/4 finished and would be sea-worthy later in the winter. After all, this winter was nothing compared to the deathly cold that encompassed the Hrun homeworld at winter time, or as they called it, the fatal-freeze.

Grin slightly fading at the memory of previous fatal-freeze's, he walked by the implings cage, seeing that it was hibernating happily. Nodding in satisfaction, he told the guards to stand down, it wouldn't be going anywhere for the winter.

Now walking past the wolf stables, he saw something that warmed his heart greatly. Wolf cubs played among each other, and the full grown wolves numbered 14. Soon, the young ones could be taught, and then be grown enough to ride. Strange, new life grew fast in this new world... Was it the will of the gods? Who knew? Shrugging, he continues over to the great hall for a warming drink.

Stukiodia:

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The winter had arrived here slightly earlier as they were more north than their brethen in Halas. Nonetheless, they had stone huts to provide themselves with shelter from the cold, the wind and the snow. It gladdened their hearts that it snowed, like their homeland. Just not as much of course, and for this they were glad.

They had prepared well, and had been digging and shaping stone into blocks tirelessly. When spring came around, they would use these blocks to build a more sturdy wall, and use the wood for different purposes.

Svarlbard:

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They were hit worse by the cold then those in Halas, but it only strengthened the resolve in their hearts! They worked daily, now sheltering at night to avoid the worst of the cold, shaping stone into blocks, building stone dwellings, breaking ice from the rivers nearby to fish, guarding on the wall at all times in case of attack.

The hunters had also found tracks in the snow, something with boots had walked some stretches away from the settlement, leading into the mountains with purpose. The only reason that they had actually found these tracks is that the hunters had to travel further to find acceptable game, and had come upon them by chance.

The Misia stationed there thought hard and long about what they meant. Tracks could mean another race, which meant multiple things, such as friends, shelter, trade, food and drink. But also foes to fight, war and death on both sides...

He decided that it would be best to investigate in the spring, noting that the boot prints were much smaller then even the smallest childs' feet.

Overal summary:

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The Hrun were not active this winter, focusing on gathering food and surviving in the wilderness.

The scouts from Stukiodia had arrived at Halas, with their map.

Bootprints of a smaller race were found by hunters,leading towards the mountains. Will be investigated in spring.

[Emperor_Jonathan]

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Covads.
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Another uneventful turn.

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Anmod
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The wall was finished at Anmod, they decided to have to large gates at opposite ends of the city, with stone roads leading to the middle, with other roads branching off in a hexagonal fashion. They also decided to build a temple to Anmod in the middle of the city, it will be hexagonal.

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Modan.
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The reinforcements from Anmod arrived.

There you are!

You needed help sir?

Yes, in a month or two we are setting our for a structure across the lake, we don't know what to expect, but it's better to plan ahead.

The wooden palisade was also completed, they are making large wooden gates for Anmod. It will take two turns.

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Summary.
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Anmod
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Temple Construction 1/6 complete.
Stone roads 3/10 complete.

Modan.
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Wooden gates 1/2 complete.

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End Map.
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[Akroma]

The tribe

The tribe arrives at the obsidian tower and get filled in to the situation by Celsius. They still lack the proper donaria to make this place a true unsanctuary, but start preparing it.
The insides of the tower gets furnished with ice-furniture, which is easy to make given that there is a lake nearby. They also begin making the houses that are not ruined completely more liveable.


1 day before Celsius and Poltifars group will go out to have revenge on the city in the wastes:

Celsius was standing on top of the frozen lake, using her steel knife to carve a very large and very elaborate 12 pointed star, the dodecagram, into the ice of the lake. She spent a lot time and care into carving the right symbols, even a slight mistake could endanger her life and the life of everyone around her. It took a whole 3 hours to complete the circle.
She then proceeded to place the donaria. 12 animals that she had hunted in the recent days, each of them becoming victim to a different kind of trap or assault. Each cadaver was placed at one tip of the dodecagramm.
The most powerful donaria however, was placed in the middle of the circle, tied by ropes. A young Nacka-Rachti boy, not even 10 years old had fallen into Celsius traps. She knew that there would be no volunteers for such a job, and so she simply helped herself in the way Nagarach would have intended.
Wouldn't be a proper sacrifice anyway if it was killed with it's consent.

With an eerie voice, she began her chantings, and slowly the engraved circle in the ice began to glow.

Walking in a slow circle around the summoning place, Celsius stabber her spear into the corpses at the points of the star, and each immediatly vanished after being stabbed, leaving nothing behind but a pale white mist.
After wandering around the circle completely and having stabbed all 12 animal sacrifices. Celsius drew her bow and readied an arrow.

The chantings stoped, but the glow of the circle remained. The sound of an arrow cut through the air and pierced the boys throat. Making pathetic gargling noises the boy collapsed on the icy floor, his silvery blood spreading like a carpet of mercury.

Suddenly, a loud crack went through the ice, and from beneath the surface broke a Yash'natam, the steed of Nagarach.

Celsius immediatly used every bit of her will to subdue it. She had to take revenge, and her revenge would not be taken by her by a demon that refuses to obey.

After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the steed finaly stopped trashing around.

It's body was made completely out of ice, a horse skeleton of 3 meters shoulderheight. It had 6 pairs of legs, and a scorpion like tail.

Not allowing herself to feel nervous Celsius climbed on it's back, and the moment she was seated on the creatures saddle, ice engulfed her legs. She would be prisoner of this creature, until she either send the creature back or found her end on it's back...



Screams went through the camp as the Nacka-Rachti witnessed what Celsius had done. People were fleeing in terror, knowing fully well that if Celsius failed to controle the demon fully, it could rampage at any moment.

Leaving a trail of ice behind every step, the creature made it's way through the ruins to Poltifar's camp.

"Chaoswielder. The time for the attack on the southern city has come. You have 1 hour to prepare, then you and your group will follow me. Better make sure you can keep up with this mount.

Oh and, don't get to close to it, that would not be advisable..."


((Poltifar, I need you and Nahkh on IRC today))

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Kasshyk's turn:

The scout group on the island was suprised by the winter and not properly prepared. They made their way back south to spent the winter on their ship.

The settlergroup made their way to the old ladies tower and start to build a settlement closeby.

The other scout group makes their way further up north.

[Dwarfaholic]

((No RP this turn, really, as the only thing to happen is that everybody goes to sleep (save the poor Implings at the outposts).))

Summary:

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- Ents begin hibernation
- Ents at the outposts do not hibernate: They send patrols of single ents around, revealing 5 squares of land around them every turn.

[Istrian]

Southern Iceberg
Winter - First week

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"What road shall we take ?" asked Akrashah looking at the map.
"Going through the northern forest might be tedious. I think it's best to move to this place." answered Sirilanai. "Didn't these two say that scouts were sent up there ? By now they must have begun rebuilding it."
"And even if they haven't, we can always hope to find some old road between these two cities. That should make our travels easier."

Northern Iceberg
Winter - Second week

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"Land ahoy" shouted Partavel.
"Thank you, Runeblade. No doubt you were a sailor back in the Empire." answered Elestris while steering the iceberg toward the direction pointed by the vampire.
"Indeed, I used to command a Kelesian fleet, your Excellency."

Winter - Fourth week

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The mages walked down from the iceberg into a snowy beach. At that moment every single one of them hated all those who had gone to the warm southern lands, or remained at the tower, reading books by the fireside. On a consensus they decided to stay the whole winter around and to move northward in spring, on warmer days. Until then they would explore the region.

Iraxi Ruin
Winter - Fifth week

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The huge iceberg slowly drifted into the ruined docks of the Iraxi ruin. The mages watched the gigantic ruined city, its organic shape being alien to most of them. It was also beyond doubt that the city was lived-in, but by a smaller population that what it had been built to house originally. The mages disembarked, leaving the iceberg to melt behind in these warm waters.

They noticed a lot of watchers around, gaping (as far as an Iraxi can) in awe at the iceberg, probably an uncommon sight this far south, especially during the warm season. Alexius, Qirosh and Zira approached one of them to ask for directions to the capital. Qirosh started a long explanation on how they met and how they could save the Iraxi from doom. Alexius let the Iraxi talk, it was unlikely that he'd be able to convince them otherwise anyway.

Walking through the streets of the apparently ancient city the mages noticed multiple scaffoldings, buildings being built or destroyed. Eventually they managed to get directions to the ancient Iraxi road network and took it to get to the capital.

On the way they met a few Iraxi, most of them hauling construction materials or food. A few stopped to watch the strange party of so many people of exotic races they had never even heard about before.

Ehn’gha / Odua
Winter - Sixth week

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One fine morning the party finally arrived to the capital city of the Iraxi Empire. They were met at the gates by a large party of guards and escorted to the court of Emperor Gizash. The architecture was splendid, with many decorations depicting various Iraxi doing some thing or other. The court was certainly very lively, many people were assembled. It looked as if it was used very frequently.

Qirosh and Zira, the two Iraxi scouts, were summoned first and talked to the Emperor. The mages were unable to hear what they spoke about and didn't want to risk casting a spell here to do that. Eventually the Emperor motionned for them to move forward and speak.

Sirilanai stepped forward and said in a high voice.

"Hail to thee, Great Gizash, Emperor of the Iraxi. Your subjects, especially Qirosh and Zira, speak highly of you and what you have done for the Iraxi people. May your reign be long and prosperous. We bring the salutations of Werelath Ach'Orlindis, Elchmistress of the Elchandaar Arcane Tower of Seristis. We come in peace seeking your knowledge and offering ours."

With that all the mages and runeblades offered a deep bow to Gizash and waited for him to speak. He welcomed them and told them they would discuss the trade of knowledge during a feast. The mages noticed a strange expression on his face, one they had never seen on Iraxi before, but did not make much of it.

Afterwards they were led by Qirosh and Zira, whom they had asked to be their guides and the Emperor had agreed, to a large building which would serve as their housing during their stay. Later that evening the Grandmasters went to the feast, and the Runeblades were left behind to watch the building and to learn more about the Akkadians, of whom they had heard during the day.

Later, during a formal banquet, they were seated next to some humans, Akkadians they called them. From their looks the mages could determine they were people of the desert and probably merchants. It was also easy to notice the suspicion with which the Iraxi eyed both the mages and the Akkadians.

After some polite and mostly pointless discussion, somewhere between the salad and the main dish, Xanthis said :

"We noticed your people suffer from an ailment, a kind of magical creature feeding off their memories. We have a cure for it and will gladly help your people in exchange of some services."
"Then it is as I feared. This parasite will doom my people into obscurity if it is not stopped. What is it you wish in exchange for this great service?"
"That all mages are welcomed openly into the Iraxi Empire. The Tower will be given a large building within the capital, to be used as the Tower sees fit. The land on which it is will be subject only to the Tower Law and will be exempted of all taxes. Any Iraxi wishing to join the Tower will not be denied by the government. Ten Iraxi will be selected by the Tower to be trained. Whoever they are they must join the Tower. They will be Mages first, and subjects to the Iraxi empire second, if they wish to after their training. The Tower will be given access to the Iraxi vaults of knowledge."
"The price is great, but it is worth it. Without the cure my people are doomed to fail."
"I should probably mention that only the newly born can be cured of the parasite. All others are too affected by it and the cure will likely have the reverse effect, after a while. I will start working tomorrow."

After that the conversation moved toward the Akkadians. The two people turned out to be merchants and the mages spent a pleasant evening chatting with them about their cultural values. For some reason, as soon as magic was evoked, both hurriedly changed the topic of the conversation. The feast finished sometime after midnight and the mages went back to their lodgings.

To their pleasant surprise the beds they had asked for had been brought earlier and everyone was able to get some sleep.

While the feast was going however, some of the Runeblades went to the Akkadian embassy, to look around and see if they couldn't discover anything interesting. The first thing their trained eyes noticed were the gargoyles. To non-magically trained individuals these may have looked like statues, but to runeblades they were creatures with a keen sight made to keep places safe.

As they were passing by the building, Inifius and Alexius felt something else, something that made them uncomfortable. Immediately, with what they had learned before failing their tests, they tried to feel the flow. And they did feel that someone in there was manipulating them. It was a tiny, barely noticeable distortion, but it was growing stronger.

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[deadlycairn]

At Apoikismos:

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Doulos stood before the assembled crowd. Then he did something none of the Silent Ones had done since the corruption of their homeworld. He spoke.
 " No more will you bow your heads in shame at the fate of the loss of your homeworld! We will no longer look with regret at a past we cannot change, but turn towards the future, a future WE will shape, with nothing stopping us. We have proven we can survive corruption, that we can live on uncharted worlds, and even safely cross the void between dimensions. No longer are we the silent ones, with an oath of silence in remembrance of our one greatest failure. We are the Arti-tokos, new to this world! No more will we communicate through our minds or with crude hand signals, we will shout from the rooftops! We have entered a new era, and it is ours to shape!"
 With a swelling roar, the crowd strained their unused vocal chords to the limit, producing a solid wave of sound. In the midst of all this, seven more Arti-tokans popped into being, looking slightly dazed. Doulos grinned, today was turning out to be a very good day.

A Few Weeks Ago:

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 The scouts crept into the cave, slowly, blending into the shadows. On closer inspection there appeared to be a vast network of tunnels, not just one cave. Hearing a strange grunting from a particularly pungent side tunnel, then scouts crept in. Towering over them was a massive ogre, gnawing on the carcass of what appeared to be a deer, although it was so mangled it was nearly impossible to tell. It was clothed in battered armor and appeared to be an experienced and wily beast, from the battle scars on its skin. Letting out a gasp (as planned), the scouts turned around and began to sprint for the door. At least under the armor the ogre couldn't be that fast. Still, it was charging after them, roaring furiously, refusing to give up this meal that had dared wander into ITS domain. Doulos barely had time to ready his troops before it was upon them. One of the new soldiers was a bit too slow, and the ogre promptly broke him in two, before hurling the broken body at the rest of the men. Enraged, Doulos charged at the ogre, even managing to push it back a few steps under the weight of his onslaught. But then it plucked his sword from his hand and bent it effortlessly, before picking him up and throwing him at the mountain. Doulos was knocked out cold. His men valiantly continued on, despite two more new recruit deaths (they were not as battle hardy as the Silent Ones were from their battles with the corrupted elders), one had his neck broken, the other was simply crushed. However all the fighting was taking its toll. The Ogre was tiring quickly. Finally it collapsed to the ground, where the warriors managed to cut off his head. The scouts went back in to explore for anything else, while the soldiers waited for Doulos to awaken.

Doulos' Dream:

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Doulos stood in a weird village, similar to the ones at home, were it not for the fact that everything was silent. Not even he made a sound. Doulos sighed inwardly, he knew where this dream would lead, he had been here many times before, although each time the shock was as strong as the last. Doulos wandered through the village, long forgotten memories surging through his head. Yet none of these memories were his. He looked in surprise at a strange sword in his hand, with a ruby set in its hilt. It was one of the ancients' soulswords, all lost now, the art of making them forgotten. When not in his dream Doulos didn't even know what one looked like. Then, with shock, he noticed the bodies. They were everywhere. Strewn about like a child's unloved toys, they were flung about at random. And although Doulos had no idea how, he knew each of them, and the sight of each one filled hiom with a horrible despair. It was then, at the time of his greatest weakness, the voice came.
" You killed them, you know." It's tone was light, almost conversational. " Every single one of them. They took you in, gave you a home, fed you, loved you, and you repaid them with death"
Doulos was shaking now " I would never kill someone!" he managed before another wave of despair hit him.
"Don't tell me that. You know you killed them. I know you killed them. So why don't you tell me the truth, or better yet, STOP HIDING FROM ME!"
Doulos cowered as a patch of darkness on the edge of his sight detached from the other shadows and began to form a shape. The demon ran towards him, screaming as he ran, and now Doulos recognized the voice, it was his voice, and the demon's face was also his own, although twisted with rage ad insanity.
"YOU KILLED THEM ALL!" With that, the demon barreled into Doulos, sending him flying into one of the houses. Doulos groaned as he heard his ribs crack, he knew the dream would end when the demon killed him. That was always the way. But now things were different, suddenly he could move, could fight! " Leave me be, Shadow!" he yelled, although he did not know where the words came from. Suddenly he was charging at the demon, and with agility and speed no mortal creature could match, he swung the soulsword at the demon, leaping right through it, as it dissipated in a howl of pain. He turned around and saw another man. But this one radiated no evil. He was holding a soulsword the exact match of Doulos' own, and as he watched, his one dissipated and flowed into the otther man's sword. Then he knew. "You're an ancient!" he cried, bowing low before this great creature. "So are you, and it's not that great, really." was the cryptic reply. Then Doulos awoke, to find his men standing around him, their worried looks replaced with grins when they found out he was fine. They had found a lightning enchanted hammer, and a pile of gold trinkets. Knowing golds use as a holder of magical energy,(like a magical battery ) Doulos ordered it all taken back, as well as the enchanted gold, a few weapons they'd found (one of which he took to replace his own) and the beast's armor. He also sent a message ahead with the scouts to get a rudimentary smithy set up, so it would be ready by the time they arrived to melt down the gold and armor and turn it into something useful.

A Few Weeks After the Speech:

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Chatter filled the village. It was a new feeling, and Doulos liked it. Progress on the wall, was going well, the first of the gold had been inlaid into the stone base, speeding up the trees growth process, with the farmers continual efforts helping as well. There was still a long way to go, but it was a start! Also he was wearing the first batch of new armor, shining in the sun. There was only enough metal for his officers, including Dekanos, (who had done a brilliant job, even ordering a massive trap system to be made!) to be armored, but it was a start. He would have to avoid any more casualties though. He had personally comforted the grieving families himself, he felt responsible for their deaths.

OOC: A bit of backstory to explain my first (horrible) race name ( would of been a bit of confusion if a caravan arrived before I got around to doing this). Please call them Arti-tokans now, to stop me going mad  Also finally done the exploring, and just in time!

[Poltifar]

There's no arguing with the barrel of a gun

Turn 7: The Cathedral of the Damned

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And so the ruined city were explored (check Akroma's post next turn for what happened).

During that exploration, hundreds of mutant super-enemies were fought and atomized, but sadly not withought casualities. One of the swordmasters lost his life when his throat was ripped off by one of the said enemies and the medic was unable to heal him in time, and the crossbowman was ripped appart inside the cathedral itself. The Renegade's employer, Celsius, also losy her life when many dozens of the creatures ganged-up on her, and even her demon horse could not save her from that.

But atleast the spoils of war were worth it. A sacrophagus of some kind of saint was found, but left untouched for fear of a repeat of the pyramid incident (Poltifar had to be restrained by the other members to keep him from opening it out of greed).  Other than that, in the holiest of places in that cathedral, a black book and a silver chalice were found, both radiating power.

Upon there return to the ice tower, the other Rachti seemed unfased by the death of their leader. They attempted their powerful ritual, but failed and as such the demon Nagarach killed off most of them. The remaining Rachti decided to stay in the tower, yet 5 of the hunters, 2 of which were good summoners, decided to join the Renegades!

But that is not all that happened. Poltifar finally revealed his secret project he had been working on for some time: a Soul Capture spell! He used it to capture the souls of his dead comrades into two soul bottles, which he kept for later, ounce they had the capabilities of creating new bodies for these souls...

And so the Renegades decide to stay with the Rachti in the tower for some more time, until they are ready to move on.

Status

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Members of the Renegades:

-Poltifar Chaoswielder: Master of all arcane secrets known to the Renegades and some not, he is one of the most powerful mages of his race that has ever lived. Very powerful melee and ranged warriormage, using melee weapon (normally longsword) in unison with magic. The leader of the organization. 17 years old (atleast, in appearance...)
-Seandar Ironfist: A grizzled old warrior, favoring the greatsword. He has lived through many battles and campaigns, and thus has alot of experience. 49 years old.
-Jonil Truestrike: Seandar's young son, and an already well-trained user of the greatsword, as his father is. 17 years old.
-Emily Dawnbow: A very skilled bow-user, also dables in the arcane arts, allowing her to shoot magically enhanced amunition. 16 years old.
-Terna Farstrider: An experienced explorer, having seen alot of the old continent and wanting to explore the new one even more thouroughly. Experienced with the bow and spear. 27 years old.
-Ernest Windwalker: A daydreaming scholar who has great power in the wind and weather domains. 25 years old.
-Klin Diceking: A merry rogue and gambler with incredible luck and great skill in stealth and light weapons. 21 years old.
-Farn Earthmover: A stubborn yet sympathetic earth-wielding mage, also a good fighter when using the hammer and axe. 24 years old.
-Inglan Steelshaper: A young magesmith who still hasn't really proven himself. 19 years old.
-Anna Dreamweaver: A spirit mage with a wide array of spells and power, yet most are non-offensive. Also, a diviner and has some powers over dreams. 20 years old.
-Godroy Fireheart: The group's pyromancer, has a quick temper yet is very charismatic. Very powerful in offensive fire magic, but not much else. 25 years old.
-Jikul Nevercold: A boastful ice mage, always ready to show off his magical powers. 24 years old.
-1 medic/healer
-2 swordsman (1 of them dead and in a soul bottle)
-1 spearman
-1 crossbowman/hunter (dead and in a soul bottle)
-1 builder/architect
-1 scholar/philosopher
-3 normal Rachti hunters
-2 Rachti hunters that are also good summoners

Magical research:
Current:
-Basic Golem research (clay): 3/6 turns of research
Completed:
-Poltifar's Soul Capture spell

Holdings:
-Basic Magewagon (x7): 4 carrying tons of gold, 1 carrying 5 mongloid villager prisoners, 2 empty
-2 filled Soul Bottles

Other:

	plains	forest	jungle	hills	swamp	desert	rocky hills	tundra	high montains	sea	on river
Normal Renegade Speed	8	9	5	8	4	7	8	6	1	N/A	5
Basic Magewagon speed	8	7	3	7	N/A	6	6	5	N/A	N/A	4
Pop Cap	80	90	70	60	20	10	20	8	5	60	+40
Rachti Speed Unfrozen terrain	9	8	4	8	1	7	8	10	2	3	N/A
Rachti Speed Frozen terrain	9	7	7	8	6	7	8	10	2	5	8

[Mel_Vixen]

The Gorge

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The days did become much darker and colder in the last weeks and winter had the mountains in its steel hard grip. That paths were frozen over from the moist air and deep snow made the traveling harder more and more.

Mari was concerned, he could survive some additional weeks if he shortens his ration a bit but he needed more food. Especally meat was an issue. If he didnt get to the city soon or found something that he could hunt he would starve slowly to death.
 Firewood was so far no problem cause of many pines, spruces and firs were common on the rocky hills .

To weeks later the rations from the dried meat were half eaten he aproached the red gorge like Famtida had told him. It was an big gap cutting throught the mountains made from wonderfull coloured Sandstone.
Somewhere here should begin the path deeper into the mountains.

"One week. If i dont find the path i turn and wait in the woods till spring and try again." he spoke to himself.

An overhang was his shelter for this night apparently this place was an old camp and an niche was carved into the stone.

As he meditated he appeared in the oremeteyo again. This time it wasnt near liskas Burrow. This place looked like the place where he left his body only an bit warmer an, bit more colourfull and alll in all shouting "You are free." right into his face.

"Where am i?" Mari spoke to himself.
"Where you are little fox? Your in my domain!" an hight pitched voice said.

Shocked Mari turned around. Where the fireplace would have been an Giant muntain eagle was standing.

"The important question what do you want here?" the eagle sqawked aigain.
"Well i dont know why i am here. I wanted to my Mother." mari answerd to the 4 meter high eagle with an fearfull voice.
"Moth... Liska. Yes she told me of you." The eagle shrinked an good bit to an human size. "Well then call me Kotka or just uncle. Your kind and my kind were related and friends for hundrets of years."
"My kind? Am i not my own kind?"
"Oh yes, Liska told me how you become like this. Well i dont want to spoil your history to you. Thats a part of the journey you do have to do alone Mari."
"Can you tell me why i am not at my mothers burrow?" mari asked.
"You know, youngling many places in the acaathira are related to places in the oremeteyo. Because of this its sometimes much easyer to enter my or other parts of the oremeteyo. Your here because you didnt learn to ignore the location if you have too. You look hungry."
"What a yes sure my rations are a bit sparse."
"Well if you want you can get one or two goats from me."
"Goats? Isnt ther an ghost realted to them too? Wouldnthe have something against that?"
"You learn fast little mari. I have some special agreements with Cabra. Part of this agreement are some goats for my injured sons an daughters but i tink he wouldnt mind if i extend this agreement on you too. Just treat the corpses with respect and thank them for all they give to you. I have to warn you , Cabra is stubborn an sesitiv like an Stoneboulder so if you meet him treat him with as much respect as possible and make reasonable agreements with him."
"Ok. Kotka can you show me how i make an fire?"
"I am an ghost not an ghost who bears the knowledge of Fire but i can show you some easy tricks and magics if you want and if you are ready to do something for me."
"Hmm not that i dont trust you but what would be this task."
"I want that you hunt an goat. You can have it but one leg of it is for one of my sons who would wait on you here."

The scenarie changed an bit now they were sitting in the Gorge under cliff.

"There?" asked mari.
"Yes up there. Its 3 days along the Gorge to the northwest."
"Ok thank you."
"No problem you should go now and sleep. I send you an herd tomorow"

The next morning was cilling and Mari breathed little clouds which froze as rime on his wintercloths. In an distant he could see an herd of Goats.

"Well thank you again uncle." Mari spoke to himself.

[Nhiphanter]

Turn 7 of Akkadians, and still no rp because i just cant bring myself to it.
Anyway i hope i get enough inspiration and wits tomorrow to write the two pending writeups.

Here's the moves anyway.

summary:
The hydra parts are being fetched by the ship crew with wagons.
Bahad moves to the ruin Istrian found earlier.
The mining city of Jyeraz is founded by 20 Akkadians. Remove this number from Akkads pop btw.
an engineer group departs from Akkad to construct a caravan road between the iraxi and Akkad.
The magistrates are a little alarmed by the crocrolen explorers and send a group of 20 soldiers and 10 skeletons to construct a fortress along the southern river.

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[AlanL]

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,.,.|,|.|_,.,o==oh,aa|,|.|. Taiga forests, (57,16)
THWANG!

The sword flew away, sending up a few bits of dirt as it became lodged in the dirt.

"Shit!"

"I'm telling you, if you don't stop being an idiot with it, you'll just end up hurting yourself!"

"(sigh) alright, let's try that again."

He walks over, and pulls his sword out of the dirt.

They'd had hardly any time at all to practice as of late, but, at least there were some signs that the time they did spend was paying off, however few and far between those signs were. The other two sat bundled up, one shivering slightly above the snow covered landscape.

"Do me a favor... set me on fire!" "Now why should you have all the warmth?" They chuckled to one another. "Maybe if you two got off your arses and got to work practicing, you wouldn't be so cold!" "That's actually a good point." "Well?" "Alright!" They hopped off the wagon.

Meanwhile, back at Kavla Niti, most people when prompted about the new paper notes simply replied that they didn't need such a thing. Some though, who were short on carrying space, tried to use them to save on space. As time went on, this practice gradually became more common, after all, space and weight not wasted on gold can haul more goods. And, as expected, the more popular the notes got, the less these people bothered with the gold itself, those who used them commonly would seldom ever need to make transactions with gold! And the less they needed gold, the less they saw of it, the less they noticed how much was there or not.

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1) Kavla Niti (59,23)

Population: 301

Pop Cap: 765

Task: Making wagons, getting the economy 'settled'.

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1) Explorers (57,16)

Size: 4

Task: Moving to (56,11), training up a bit.

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Turn 8
Late Winter

The darkest part of the winter has passed, and the world heads towards spring. Compared to the previous month, the rest is much easier. Hopefully the food supplies will last until spring.

In the south, the wet season is passing, and the plantlife is more vibrant than ever. Good harvest were collected this year, and trade is looking very lucrative.