>Whisper to Jorg and Johnathan (Hweel, mebbe ye should tell us all thet ye ken aboot them.)
Jonathan: "Let's see now. Well, first, they come from the north. Way up north. Even past the Verneka. Even the Vernlid don't know how far north they live."
Jorg pipes in: "I once overheard a Vernlid trader saying that the land they live in has only one day a year. 6 months of daytime, and 6 months of night."
Jonathan nods.
Jonathan: "Aye. And it's covered with jungle, and during the night, the plants glow. Anyways, the point is that only they really know where their homeland is. For a long time, the Xan have been a thorn in the side for us. But with the help of the Vernlid, we pushed them back whenever they decided to show up."
Jorg: "Yeah, but then 200 years ago or something, they started getting more organized and better equipped. And they started coming yearly, instead of every-so-often. That was the start of the Onflit. My grandfather was one of the first to fight in the Onflit."
Jorg beams.
Jonathan: "Right. The Onflit. From what I remember, the Xan started to become a problem when they came every year. However, their armies would always come in August, while ours would start campaigning in the spring. Which meant that if our armies were decimated trying to retake our lands, we were screwed till the start of winter. Long story short, they started to encroach on our lands, taking more year-by-year. Say, 50 years ago, they've managed to control half of our former territories. Luckily, or so we thought, the gun was invented. The next two years we smashed the Xan in every battle, with the musket adding lethal force to our pike-squares. Then the Xan came under the command of a man they called Dichiphc, or some foreign crap like that."
Jorg cuts in: "I thought it was Icihnphc?"
Jonathan: "Bah. Whatever it is, it means the Conqueror. As you can see, he earned his name well. Less than fifty years, and we're left with this."
Jonathan waves his hand.
Jonathan: "One city, with the defences pointing the wrong way, the largest army in the world in front of our gates, with a madman on the Golden Throne, and thugs ruling the streets. If it wasn't for the Southern Kingdoms, we would have been overrun long ago. As it is, it's barely worth it."
Add INV Johnatan pocket>Candy
Say>Do not pay attention to THAT voice. Here is a candy.
Error: No person named Johnatan in the area. Please re-enter your command with the correct parameters.And explosions right? Because all that sounds cool but I need real explosions to seal the deal.
Let's try something, shall we? Seal> Street Lion's eyes.
Error: Eyes cannot be sealed. Please re-enter your command with the correct parameters.>ChangeCHEM RandomStreetLion1.2 ((Therefore increasing his metabolism by 200%))
>ChangeCHEM RandomStreetLion2.(0.5) ((Therefore halving his metabolism))
The rate of chemical reactions have been changed for the following objects: StreetLion 1 and 2.A Street Lion, carrying a bundle of wood, suddenly starts to pick up his paced. A confused look crosses his face.
Another Street Lion, carrying an empty bucket, slows down, and falls over woodenly. A couple of nearby people point and laugh at him.
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