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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈v≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣v♣♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
KEY:
^ mountain peak/volcano
▲ mountain
⌂ rocky hills
. plains and grassy hills
~ deserts and sandy dunes
♣ forest
↑ palm forest
○ river source
─┬┘ river
≈ lake
░ storm (dependant on terrain type)
═╦╝ tunnel or road
╫ bridge
♥ special place
æ ruins
≡ migrating group
» Oceangoing ships
÷ temporary camp
< > - Messenger animal
Θ - Vulpinan Settlement
¥ - Tengu Settlement
§ - Thelash Settlement
Å - Storm Giant Settlement
♀ - Koneko Settlement
Φ - Ipetian Settlement
δ - Roshanian Settlement
£ - Pringer Settlement
Ω - Drogar Settlement
# - Dracon Settlement
$ - Valtan Settlement
‼ - !!!Elf!!! Settlement
z - Zefie Settlement
∞ - Al'Qwat Settlement
HEROES:
V - Champion of Vime
T - Champion of Kanako and Suwako
S - Champion of Shelesh
Ç - Champion of Ukko
K - Champion of Hanabira
R - Champion of Fenneth
X - Champion of Issha
p - Champion of Xotes
☻ - Champion of Tzen
D - Champion of Youh
C - Champion of Imp'
E - Champion of Armok
Y - Champion of Strife
W - Champion of Poltifar
/ - Multiple Heros
Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : E edge of C forest : Vulpinan : Town (112+2D)
Lilacebela - Newabby : W edge of C lake : Vulpinan(Occupied) : Hamlet (40)
Romilath - Oceantrades : C sea, River Delta : Vulpinan : Town (92)
Thaciomu - Fishmarket : River W of Lilaceleba : Vulpinan : Town (82)
Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(30)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : City
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
Almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Multicultural: City
Vriendingang - Friend's Gate : W of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
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
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
Westengebied - Westfield : W of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
Brandzie - Fire Watch : E of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Town
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Town
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko : Village
Hrafngard : N Moutains : Giant : Village
Uthargeshud - First Fortress: S of Hrafngard : Giant : Village
<Unamed> : E of Uthargeshud : Giant : Outpost
Mayohiga : S moutain range : Tengu : Town (107)
Mayohiga Harbor : N of Mayohiga : Tengu : Hamlet (30)
Eientei : E of Mayohiga : Tengu : Town (110)
Murakami : W coast of ocean : Tengu : Town (100)
Makai : E coast of ocean : Tengu : Town (109)
Divine Shrine : : Tengu : Outpost (10)
Berseg - Might of the Mountains : SE Mountains : Drogar : Village
Sigslor - Seabounty : Due W of Berseg : Drogar : Hamlet
Woodcutter's Outpost : Due N of Sigslor : Drogar : Hamlet
Mutheithru - Campcastle : N Desert : Multicultural: Town (Dracon/Vulpinan)
Ombarosha - Riversnake : River N of Mutheithru : Dracon : Hamlet
Lesnorongquan - Forestslayer : Forest N of Ombarosha: Dracon : Outpost
Letotar - Boatland : Road S of Mutheithru : Dracon : Hamlet (??+8V)
<<Note: The population of Leototar also includes the Draon's maintaining the road>>
The Hub - The Hub : N edge of E Moutains : Pringer : Special Metropolis<BR><Unamed> : E of the Hub : Pringer : Hamlet
Efil-inira : NW mountain range : !!Elf!! : Village (42)
Ariquemera : Magma Vent W of Efil-inira: !!Elf!!: Outpost (118)
<Unamed> : N Forest : Zefie : Outpost
Alchemia : N Desert in Center : Al'Qwat : Village (58)
Terra : N Desert W side : Al'Qwat : Village (56)
Altus Tumulosus : N Desert NE Terra : Al'Qwat : Hamlet (21
Ruins:
Zurinth : W coast of S sea
The map will be expanded as needed, but for now it should be more than large enough.
I assume the Θ is yours ?
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Spheres : Shadow, Mystery, Apathy, Air
Race : Thelash (pronounce : shaylash)
Civ : The misty county of the passengers
Sitetype : Sinister forest
Hero Symbol : S
Army Symbol : s
Civ symbol : §
The Thelash are humanoid beings who look like shadows. They live 300 years on the average. Their height varies between 1m50 and 2m. As the Thelash age they also become closer to their shadows. Some can turn parts of their bodies into shadows. The touch of a Thelash shadow is like contact with ice. It is also more than enough to frighten or drive to madness any sentient being of lesser willpower.
Death however is non-existant to a Thelash as even when they are slain they blend with their shadow. Even though they become unable to manipulate their physical environment, they still can communicate with other members of their race. The Thelash breed very slowly, mostly at the rate of one new Thelash every 15 years for a Thelash couple.
Physically, the Thelash are a weak species. A Thelash can barely lift 20 lbs. They can compensate with their knoweledge of engineering as they use ropes, cranes and gears to lift heavier weights. The Thelash are however very agile and quick, they can cover 20 yards in about one second. However they run out of breath very quickly because of their weak constitution. Yet they have high resistance to sicknesses and poisons because of their eating habits.
Indeed, Thelash need only to drink blood to feed their bodies. Any kind of blood will do, even ichor. Of course, they can also ingest meat, fruits and vegetables but find these less nourishing than blood.
The Thelash are ruled by a council made of the 11 most ancient shadows. Usually they tend to avoid involvement with other creatures, preferring the pursuit of perfection through transformation into shadows, as well as the scholarly arts. Because of that, the Thelash tend to put great faith in numbers. They always favor the presence of either prime or perfect numbers in anything they do.
The Thelash avoid battles preferring to resort to terror and assassination to end all conflicts. They also despise killing needlessly and will avoid harming innocent creatures, unless they need to feed. They favor thin, bladed weapons such as daggers and rapiers.
As for their living environments, they prefer cold places. Their cities are built either of shadow thread or stone, which keep temperature cold inside constructions.
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There was light, there was darkness and there were creatures moving in the border between these two entities. These creatures were born of the struggle and the equilibrium between those forces.
To guide these creatures, a champion was chosen. His name was Shraal, his will would be the will of his people, his mind would be guided by Shelesh, a shadow among the shadows.
In the north-eastern forest they appeared, in the north-eastern forest the will of their Lord forced them to settle, creating an area of shadows, where light would not shine, where darkness would not have hold.
Lord Shelesh relaxed, or at least what could be considered relaxed for a shadow, as he waited for the next eon to begin.
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
EDIT : OOC - I think I acted too rashly on this one without waiting for my turn by actually declaring an area as my own. If anyone had set sights on that area please say so, I will remove myself from there and wait for my turn.
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
I like the uniqueness of the Thelash Istarian. Are you going to have it possible for a slain Thelash to return as long as their time is not yet up? Or are they like living ghosts, bound to a world they cannot affect for the remainder of their time before being accepted back in to the shadowy realm from where their souls originate?
Either way.
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Vime grinned as three competetors reached his table, his eyes consiensious of the competetive fires hidden behind the eyes of the new opponents. "Well met." He said fluidly as they settled down in their chairs, pulling out the packaging for their own pieces.
Grinning mischieviously he moved his hand across the board, sliding past Shelesh's fingers and placing his tokens down first.
code:
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. ♣♣♣....└─┐....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣⌂
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..♣ ♣♣♣♣.....├───≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♣
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂..♣♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌V....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈≈──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣...♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑⌂▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣....♣♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≡ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲.....▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈.▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~↑
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂↑⌂↑≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲~~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
"I think I'll start there, right in the middle."
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Kamaran pranced as the outpost fell away behind, her frustrations disappearing like the wooden palaside had behind her. Ahead the river seemed to sing as she marched forward happily, it's soft trickle complimenting the tick of the two bone bracelets that encircled her right foreleg. This place was exactly as Vime had described it. A world totally untouched by any sentient being. Pristine ... a paradise.
And, of course, the terms of the contract were perfect for Karaman too. The other settlers had wanted a place to begin anew... and Vime had wanted one of them to explore it. To map the world out and preserve all she could learn about it. Karaman had been an urchin before, an unwilling outlaw and outcast. But here, here she could be free from that. None of the other founders knew her past, and none of them could discover it.
Karaman skipped as she travelled northward out of the forest. For the first time in her life, she was free.
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Istrian, I don't know the exact square you want to have your settlement in. I'll put you where you asked, but for future movements you may just want to copy-paste the map into a code box.
code:
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. ♣♣♣....└─┐....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣⌂
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..♣ ♣♣♣♣.....├───≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈S§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂..♣♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌V....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈≈──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣...♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑⌂▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣....♣♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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For your Sinister Areas, I am going to assume that any area within 1 square of Thelash settlement is sinister... and that any area containing a Thelash migration or army becomes sinister untill they have no significan presense remaining theree.
Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest: Vulpinan : Outpost (15pop)
????????? - ???????? : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Outpost (15pop)
Note: I'm using Elven for the Vulpinan language, in case you were wondering.
edit: effect != affect. One is a result, the other is an action upon. Datayabo!
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
"Mind if I watch for awhile?"
Without waiting for a response he conjurers up a marble throne, a bushel of bananas, a twelve pack of Dr Pepper, and a little holographic tv screen showing an aerial view of the board. He sits back and starts watching.
UPDATE May 15th: Yea, I'll defiantly be joining. Probably at about 5pm EST. I'll be using my Dracon from the last game again. I'll post all my info and stats when I join.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
*The demonic kobolde sits down to watch to, he brings a huge bag of elves, and a smaller one of !!elves!!, he takes a few of the elves and chew the whit plesure*
"try these, new hot flavour!"
Name: Issha
Spheres: Sun, Gems, Gold, Secrets and Ideas
Race: Roshanian
Civ: The Silver Scale
Civsymbol: δ
Site type: (Warm) Lakes, Rivers and Wastes.
Hero Symbol: X
Army Symbol: x
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Roshanian are Lizardlike Humanoids. Their bodies are from from head to toe 1.70 Metres and from Nose to Tail 4 metres long. The Scale-colors are normaly a Bright blue, dark Green or Gold. An Roshanian is Matured at 23 and could hatch 3 to 6 Eggs each year. Young Roshanian have a high mortality (80%) in the first 10 years if the temperature drops below 10 Degree C°.
Because of theyr Kinship with Lizards and Snakes they do some sort of hibernation if the Temperatures sinks below 10C° thats why they dislike cold Areas like the Tundra. The average Maxage is around 160 without time spend in hibernation.
The Roshanian are an Theocratic culture there Albinos are on the highest positions. If the Roshanian couldnt find any albinos among theyr brothers an Sisters they would elect the oldest Roshanian available as Priest and Leader.
The technology of The Rosh. evolves around all kind of Gems and Glass which is theyr main export. They also do process soft Metals like Gold, Silver and Cooper which they use and sell as wire.
The main Building Material are Wood, Glass and soft Stones.
Fishfarming is the main Food supply.
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"Well my dear friendsss let me join your Party?" hissed the Golden Lizard to the 6 Gods that are watching this shiny little World on the Table. 3 Tokens were already placed.
A token made from Amber appeared on the Sandy beaches of an great stream near the the forest. (on the western edge of the map -- Raw 6 Column 5).
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 14, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Youh takes a sip of a Dr Pepper, "I participated in another game like this a little while ago. Nobody really did anything fancy though. I burnt down an oasis, somebody else made a sandstorm, rivers were extended, stuff like that. Never anything direct like lightning."
Imp steps out from the shadows carrying a bottle containing a miniature paddlewheel boat crewed by many miniscule coyotes. he sets the bottle on top of Youh's TV. The waters within temporarily become shaken, and the tiny crew desperately tries to keep their vessel afloat. The waters calm, and the ship resumes sailing in lazy circles around the bottle. Imp grabs a handful of !!elves!! and begins eating them. He glances at Youh and Armok.
"Oi, you lot watchin' th' show too?"
"So... You guys here to watch as well?"
"Thanks, lad. Aye, we're all watchin' this 'ere game. Care t' join us?"
With his miniature speech over and done with, Xotes grabs a beer, opens it up and starts chugging it down.
Name: Fenneth
Spheres: Revelry, Joy, Fertility, Peace, and Knowledge
Race: Ipetian
Civ: The Ancient Order of Grass
Site type: Plain/Forest borders (any forest square that borders a plain, and vica-versa)
Hero Symbol: R
Army Symbol: r
Civ symbol: Φ
The Ipetian are somewhat like centaurs in that their upper bodies are humanoid, though their lower bodies resemble those of deer rather than horses. At about 1 and a half meters tall, they are very fast and enjoy both running across open plains, as well as flitting in the cool shadows of the forest.
They are an incredibly relaxed people; they find humor in everything and have even been known to tell jokes on the battlefield. Nonetheless, they can be serious if the occasion calls for it. They are essentially an agricultural race, preferring to grow things rather than making them. However, their skill at using plants is incredible, especially wood and cloth. They also enjoy hunting, though their main supply of food comes from farming.
The Ipetian use their speed in combat, preferring quick and decisive attacks at an enemy's weak point. They are equally skilled at both ranged and melee attacks, though excel at neither.
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Fenneth gazed around at all those assembled. A newcomer, he made himself right at home, pulling up a seat and smiling in his usual half-drunken way. "Well then, looks like I'm not too late," he said with a hint of laughter.
He stroked his beard and considered the board for a moment. "I'm in." Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out a wooden Ipetian piece, along with a city piece, and placed them in the south end of the western forest, directly beneath the first bend in the great river. ((row 10, column 12, I think))
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
Smiling merrily he lookes up at the holographic tv screen, a whisper of concentration passing over his place as he conjurs a small display that rotates around the holographic board, displaying the various statistics of the different portions of the board as the projector passes them, it's text switching to the turn number every thirty seconds. Concentrating again, Vime cleared the display and reset the number turn number to 'Turn 1'.
"So let's begin."
Start of Play - Turn 1
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♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂..♣♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
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♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣...♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑⌂▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...RΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~↑
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Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest: Vulpinan : Outpost (15pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Outpost (15pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Junction of western lake and river : Roshani : Outpost (15pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Southern-edge of central forest: Ipetian : Outpost
Vime, taking the initiative, flicks his index finger over the Vulpinan settlement. The small settlement swells as a myriad of small pewter figures in the figurine begin moving about.
Grinning with pleasure, he then moves Karaman along the river. North once, than North-East.
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Mananjeu watched impassivly as the carpentry crews worked on bringing up another wooden wall for his home. He wasn't happy. The last few weeks he had spent living in a shallow cave dug by spades in the loam that much of the ground here comprised of. He had waited while the woodcutter crews had debated and delayed, looking for the best places to cut trees so that more could grow later. The magistrate setting one house to be built at a time to maximize efficiency.
He wasn't angry either. It was natuarl that with everyone needing a place to live that a poor smith would be forced to wait for some time. It was more... dissapointment. After all, wasn't he a citizen too? Was it because he didn't have much work? Digging out metal was hard work without a proper pick, and such a small settlement could hardly be expected to have enough people to start a 'proper' forge. Perhaps it was simply old prejuduce. After all, metalcrafting was an ignoble work, utalitarian at best. The only good thing to come of it were pretty trinkets for gifts, while it also came with a host of bad things. Like arms, armor ... and war.
That was the old way of thinking anyway. A way of thinking that Mananjeu was determined to change. The cartagrapher, Karaman, she would find hills and mountains near a water source eventually. And then, then Manajeu would be able to prove to all of his people that hiding in the forest would not last forever.
After all, not everyone is so careful when they cut the trees.
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Karaman continued her journy northward, following the river as the trees around it lessened and fell away into wide plains. Soon, she came to a wide delta where two rivers met and continued along eastward. Keeping carefully to the east bank, she followed the river down it's path.
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⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..♣ ♣♣♣♣.....├V──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈S§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂..♣♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣...♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑⌂▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...RΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest: Vulpinan : Hamelet (37pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Outpost (15pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Junction of western lake and river : Roshani : Outpost (15pop)
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Southern-edge of central forest: Ipetian : Outpost
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
"A shadow is a shadow, dear Vime. Once it's holder is no longer, it has no way of returning to the living. However, the voices of the shadows can be heard by the Thelash. Young shadows have voices like a gentle breeze of wind, barely heard, barely felt. Older shadows are more like whispers of a hurricane, they cover the breeze yet are unable to silence it completely."
Then Shelesh looked at the board before him. He extended one of his appendages, what could be considered as a finger, and noiselessly moved Shraal's token inside the first village of the Thelash. He then became more translucent and those with good ears could hear his voice yet again, but more distant, as if he was speaking to someone absent from the room.
"Shushaw shall this village be known as. And you shall guide in my name, Shraal. Speak with my voice and all will obey."
Shelesh's shape then extended, as if the shadow was trying to establish it's presence. As the shadow gradually took it's original shape, all present deities could see the forest around Shushaw turn into the most sinister area they had ever seen.
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Meanwhile, Shraal had arrived in Shushaw and had began ordering housing for the slowly growing population. Already there were a few couples who had been united under the shadow of the trees. Yet trees make poor living space for the Thelash. Stone would have been nice, but digging the ground was such a pain that it was postponed.
Instead, part of the population was collecting cobwebs from the small spiders living in the forest, while carefully avoiding the Giant Spiders that were known to inhabit such a beautifully sinister place. These webs were then slowly being woven into shadow thread, which was then woven into spiralling towers around trees. These were the houses the Thelash were going to live in.
Two older Thelash were busy collecting food for the village. Their hunting method turned out to be most efficient against the creatures of the forest. They would slowly approach their prey, then turn one of their fingers into shadow and touch the animal with it. The animal would then be paralyzed by fear while the hunter would bleed it to death, collecting the blood in jars made of shadow thread. The blood contained everything the Thelash would need to keep their mortal bodies alive.
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Back in the antechamber of the gods, Shelesh was pondering yet another problem. He could of course have his answer by simply waiting for the next turn to begin, but it would be more efficient to ask.
"Vime, how many mortal years does one turn last ?"
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OOC : I will be slowly completing my description of the Thelash in my first post.
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
Name: Hanabira
Spheres: Mischief, Revelry, Beauty, Weather and Storms
Race: Koneko
Civ: Winds of Change
Site type: Mountains
Hero Symbol: K
Army Symbol: k
Civ symbol: ♀
Outpost Name: Oakvale
The Koneko are a completely female race of catlike humans (See Mithra, FFXI) and enjoy pranks and festivals. Some are rumored to change the weather in an instant to make rain, snow, and lightning work in their favor.
They are predominately peaceful and friendly toward outsiders, but are by no means pacifists. Each Koneko is trained as soon as they can walk in the use of bows and markmanship; and, due to their agility and reflexes, they are able to traverse even the most hostile of mountain passes.
Each one has a lifespan of only 50 years, but they are able to mysteriously repopulate often. They live in sturdy wood and grass huts, since the weather never causes them problems.
Looking at the Ipetian city, he considered the jumbled assortment of pieces and continued grinning as he muttered "too few, too few." After reaching over and grabbing a beer, he stroked his beard and commented "All it needs is a gathering, a little bit of fecundity, and a sizable amount of drunkenness to start it all off." He pointed his finger and twiddled it about. Yet again he chuckled as the wooden figures moved about, and more, smaller figures began to appear.
Fenneth leaned back in his chair and said, "For my first time, I think I'm doing alright." Then he laughed, and tapped Riet's token due west twice.
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Nietzsche took a long draft from his wooden mug, and sighed. Everything was perfect in life. The crops were good, the weather was good, and the wolves had successfully been discouraged from coming close to Buigend Riet. In Nietzsche's mind, ever since the great festival things had become steadily boring. He couldn't stand to see things standing still. Still water is useless for drinking, and still hands are useless for anything. There must be movement, change, even elements of chaos.
Others disagreed; they believed that order was best. Nietzsche knew better. With order, there is no room for growth. He needed to stir them up somehow. Perhaps an enemy, or a disaster to which they could be rallied about. Still, best to wait for now. Something would eventually happen. When Riet got back from exploring the plains to the west, likely there would be changes. If Nietzsche had his way, big changes.
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Riet continued moving west. He had lost sight of the outpost that had been named in his honor, and the forest to the north was fast disappearing. Far into the distance, however, noticed what might be a small wood. He would make towards that. He laughed as the wind whipped his hair about. It was a good day to be alive; a good day...
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Suwako blessed the earth and made it fertile. Cherry trees blossomed, and the rice fields were rich.For the next turns, the Tengu lived in prosperity and peace.
Lord Madara was blessed with wisdom, and led his fellow kindsmen with kindess and genorosity.He announced himself High Priest, the voice of the goddess.
This first settlement was called Mayohiga.
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OOC: once the first meetings between civs/ the first conflicts occur, how will we decide the outcome ?
I think it would be a good idea if both gods of the civs involved will write their version, and the other gods judge whose version makes more sense.
Also, what's up with the migrating group in the middle of nowhere ?
Ukko, the old storm god appeared to the middle of gods with some lighting.
"eh? there's a game goin' on? count me in!" with that, he conjured a wooden throne out of somewhere and sat on it, throwing his pieces to the gameboard.
"i shall make my home in the northern mountains!"
Name: Ukko, Storm god
Spheres: Storms, Lightning, Destruction, Wars, Razing, Bloodthirst, Warmongering
Race: storm giants
Civ: The Peak of storms
Preferred site: Mountains, islands
Hero symbol: Ç
Army symbol: ç
Civ symbol: Å
storm giants are very warlike race, finding greatest joy and glory in life at the heat of battle. The normal lifespan of a storm giant is something of 600 years. Storm giants arent that tall, they can grow to the staggering sizes of bedtime stories, true. But that is rare among their kind, whereas the usual height is about the size of 2 or three humans. The giants tend to have very sturdy frames, almost dwarflike, and tend to grow long flowing beards too.
The strength of the storm giants is awesome, they can throw large boulders over quite the distances but their endurance over crosscountry trips arent that good. They like to walk.
Giant weaponry mostly consists of warhammers and sometimes large swords, since they see that the rather large cultural weapon of them, "Thunderhammer" is pretty devastating against smaller enemies, as the mighty swings from this large warhammer like weapon tend to fling humansized enemies around. The hammer itself -usually- doesnt have anysorts of special properties, and is only called so because of its size(unusable for humansized, one or two handed for giants) and unusual appearance. The hammer tends have large spike on the top, made from copper and when giants raise the hammers during thunderstorms, they attract lighting and become electrically charged. The hammer itself is made from unusual bluish dark steel, that seems to suck light around it. Eventhough its appearance is fearsome, the hammer is quite ordinary hammer when not charged.
The storm giant feasts are a legend, the long halls where tables creak under the weight of food and barrels of alcohol, where smoke from dozens of cooking fires rises to the ceiling and waters the eyes, where old grease and dried ale inhabits every surface, where bones litter the floor and snap broken under their heavy footing, where hundreds of animals meet their roasty ends and drip with grease and spice. They eat much.
The storm giant society is Despotic and patriarchal, the strongest invidual of them rules with absolute power and a few oracles of the storm god keep the peasantry in line.
It is far from any sort of democracy, since the oracles and the king do quite much whatever they please.
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with a burst of lighting 50 giants appear in the middle of forested mountain plateau. The largest and most fearsome of them, about 10-11 meters tall, steps forward and looks around, furrowing his brows. "so... this is to be the new world our grand god has sent us to conquer?" a rather small and thin giant nods "t'is true o' lord of storms." "hmph. Well then, we better start making ourselves comfortable. I dont want to spend the winter without proper halls."
with that, he ordered half of the giants into the forest below, to cut down enough trees to start building their village. The other half he sent to hunting.
After he and the small giant were alone in the plateau he spoke. "so.. tell me oracle, can the grand god tell me of the enemies we shall meet here?" "i... dont think so. He wants us to stay here for a while i think" "bah! I was promised war and conquest in untamed lands!" "It seems that it has to wait for a while o' lord of storms. It would be best not to anger the allmighty one." "aye aye, whatever." And the lord of storms marched away, leaving the oracle to contemplate on his gods orders. Someway away, The Lord of storms looked into the plateau "I shall name this place in my honor! Let it be known as, HRAFNGARD!"
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Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest : Vulpinan : Hamlet
Shushaw - ???????? : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Hamlet
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Junction of east of western lake : Roshanian : Outpost
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Southern edge of central forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : Eastern Mountain-Valley : Koneko : Hamlet
Hrafngard - ??????? : Northern Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
Mayohiga - ??????? : Southern moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
Turning to Shelash, Vime grinned "What is time for a god?" he asked, indicating the moves already taken, "Mortals move slowly, and yet last only the time of a mayfly in our eyes. However..." sparing a glance at the board as the tokens moved across the tile they had been placed in of thier own violation.
"In their terms... a few months to a year. Enough for a city to grow quickly, but not enough for a hero to travel hundreds of miles on foot. Much like the other games we play, time is not a fixed asset for us. Heros move slowly because no paths exist yet. groups move slowly becuase they must travel at the pace of their slowest member. Cities grow quickly because they lack competition. What is time really, but a fabrication anyway?"
Turning to Ukko as he took his turn, Vime shook his head. "Old man, you started too far in. There isn't any wood on those mountain peaks, and the only way out is to tunnel. Meat will be scarce there, the few goats in the area not nearly enough to feed the mouths of fifty, and even the toughest of plants will not grow without sunlight. Are you certain you want to start there? One tile to the south is still just a rough, but the adjacent hills will at least give you a place for agriculture and an ability to create settlements without building a tunnel piece by piece."
[OOC : To clarify, it really is variable. Each tile represents a very large tract of land and travel conditions are really difficult. Initally yes, growth will be too fast. Until a civ has a few cities i'm assuming that we are importing more of our civ to flesh it out. Once everyone has a population it'll be more like the gods are stepping back and natural population growth is taking over.
Captain, the place I put you will require tunneling to get out of. Since you have a mountain race that shouldn't be a problem, but overcrowding will become an issue if you wait too long to do it.
Nhipahanter, building homes for your people them all would be difficult without enough picks... that you can't build without charcol from wood found in hills, plains, and forests. Food also will be an issue, for the reasons that Vime mentioned. However, starting there will allow
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
As he sneaked up on a fat rainbow trout he overlooked a vicious Carp. As he notice the huge fish it was almost to late. Leams life passed through his mind - good days and even better ones and now? Now it should end in one Bite of this freaking creature. In this Moment a ray of Light divided the Waters an tores apart the Carp.
"Leam..." a Voice said. "Leam i Ishaa, God of the Sun have saved your live. In exchange you have to become my highest Priest."
"But im not white and only 15 years old i cant be one of your priests." Leam spokes in fear.
"Age does not count to me and you should recive my blessing..."
On the next day the Roshani found Leam floating on the lake comatic but alive. While he was sleeping in his bed his scales changed from green to a perfect white. As Leam awakes one week** after his rescue his first words were "This place should be known as karatomca so Ishaa speaks and so truth it is."
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Ok i move my yet unnamed Hero to tiles East.
Summary of Jobs:
1 Priest.
3 Fisherman
2 Snakewheat*** Farmer
2 Weaver
3 Carpenters (they are also woodcutters)
1 Glassmaker (+ Woodburner)
1 Healer (= Herbalist)
1 Hunter (+ Crossbowmaker)
1 Warrior (uses a Spear)
The Village of Karatomca contains by now 3 huge Rafts with Tents, a Carpenters workshop, a Glass furnance and a small Wood furnace.
Roshani are Good and fast swimmers and can dive for 20 Minutes without problemms. They prefer to catch Fish by hand and eat them alive if possible.
* A Fishfarm is a circle of huge Nets weaved from Snakewheat. Most times there is one raft on Top of a Fishfarm.
** one Roshanian week equals 10 days. 3 Weeks are a Month. 12 Months a Year.
*** Snakewheat: A submaritim variant of Rope reed.
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code:Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest : Vulpinan : Hamlet
Shushaw - ???????? : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Hamlet
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Junction of east of western lake : Roshanian : Outpost
BuigendRiet - Bending Reed : Southern edge of central forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : Eastern Mountain-Valley : Koneko : Hamlet
Hrafngard - ??????? : Northern Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
Mayohiga - ??????? : Southern moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
"Sorry, I guess I wasn't clear enough." said Fenneth as he laughed at himself.
[OOC: If you're interested, the language is Dutch, or at least, internet-translated Dutch]
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
"I'm only omipotent, not omnecient." Vime said as he grinned slyly at Fenneth, watching as their champions continued in different directions. "Nor do I always catch thing right of the bat." He continued, turing to Ukko, "What was your name again old man?"
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To Kagus: the board game aspect is carried over so we don't get a civ expanding at the speed of forum post (which is just slightly faster than the speed of sound, but much more intermittantly placed) in a similar manner to how Dark's dwarves did. That isn't to say some races won't grow faster than others, but with this system everyone has a reasonable time to get an action in. The board itself is just a backdrop for a world that we are fighting (or not fighting, depending on our own goals) over. It could just as easily be a .png, a chess board with little icons, or a tabletop. The meat and potatoes of this will be how we roleplay interactions between our races. That's why scale for both time and distance is so highly abstract.
Besides, it's pleasurable to watch your civ grow.))
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Maybe we could simply stretch the world a bit, lets say, now it is 16x48
lets make that a 64x128
this way distance would actually be DISTANCE even with reasonably fast traveling units.
Also, more gods will be able to join without overcrowding the world with settlements.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>I think the rules of this version are pretty important. Looking at the old tread, it is hard to follow the whole mess. I think we might use this round to establish even more rounds, so that by round 3, we will have a complete game.
Also the inconsisty in turn-length is somehwhat bugging me. The civs grow much too fast,a nd any heroes or migrating groups will have hardly cover any distance before going anywhere. Of course we could just improve moving speed, but then everyone would reach their destination very very quickly, without the others being able to react to that.Maybe we could simply stretch the world a bit, lets say, now it is 16x48
lets make that a 64x128
this way distance would actually be DISTANCE even with reasonably fast traveling units.</STRONG>
If enough people feel that heros and groups move too slowly, we could increase it. I had originally envisioned that each square on the map is equivilant to several miles of wild terrain (untill we have roads), and that any moving group will have a tough time gong cross-country. Obviously if you prefer a terrain type you would move faster over it, but without proper roads and tunnels movement would be exceptionally slow. Not to mention that a traveller has to feed themselves while traveling.
I'm somewhat against expanding the map too much. As it is civs will still take some time to meet each other. Even if we increase the speed of groups overland it'll be some turns before many of the civs properly meet.
What do you guys think? Should we increase footspeed a bit?
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To Kagus: Well, that's a flavor thing that I liked about the old thread. That's why I carried it over. :/ the dual-roleplaying system is really pretty fun to work with. At least for me. As we get into the game the interactions of the gods will take a backseat as our champions and people interact more.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
However, that would slow the game down to a crawl, since for a proper war between civilizations, you need more than just 30 men with spears, that needed weeks to come into existance.
I am simply for a bigger map because not only it would make the whole speed-time issue easier, it would also allow some pretty epic battles, fought by some pretty epic civilizations. Nations, Empires, Countries, not just small strips of land with a few hundred people on them. This is afterall a battle of gods, who create an entire world as their gameboard.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
And I find the "parlor room of the gods" part difficult because it's hard to embrace and act out the deeper secrets of a particular faith when that god is sitting around with a few buds and popping snacks.
For instance, the god of death and silence. A powerful force that waits at the end of the mortal path, a great and influencing sentience that cannot truly take form but can impart some of itself to a particular location (say, the capitol). How does that work when he's sitting in the Laz-e-dwarf and moving pieces around on a board?
And the demon Malkethaz, a greater infernal who managed to find a planar rend large enough for him to fit through into the mortal realm and then draw forth minions to serve as his forces. How do you move yourself on a board?
Anyways, I found ways of working with it in the last thread, so if I do decide to join up with this one I'll find a way of working with it again.
The pop should somehow depend on the avaibility of food. Lets say say a Farmer (of any kind) could produce on the preferd Terrain 5 Food on not prefered 3 each year. A creature eats 1 Food a Year. So you have to use 3 farmers for 15 People. For each 40 Creatures you (or maybe a Gamemaster) role a D6 for offspring and a d10 for emigrants.
How do we handle the availability of resources like ore?
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
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As Hrafn, lord of storms was kicking around some rocks while waiting for the logging teams to return, the Oracle slowly walks besides him and *coughs*
"o' lord of storms... it appears our grand gods orders were a little obscured..."
"whad' do you mean?" "it seems that we're in the wrong place, the grand god is angry o' lord of storms." "is that so?" "why, yes it is. it is -suggested- that we move our capital site more towards the south." Hrafn grunts something and walks off to tell of the change in plans. Certainly annoyed.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
I was asking about passage of time because I want to determine pop growth for my civ. I think we should have base pop growth which is a multiplier depending only on fecundity. To that we add dividers and multipliers due to sicknesses, available food, population living on a tile, etc...
Therefore the population of a village would be determined at the beginning of a turn by multiplying the population at the end of previous turn by the growth multplier.
As for resources, maybe we should do random rolls when we send explorers to a tile to determine the resources present there.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
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Originally posted by Kagus:
<STRONG>Yeah, I'm going to put in a vote for a larger board. Breathing room is nice to have when you're being creative.And I find the "parlor room of the gods" part difficult because it's hard to embrace and act out the deeper secrets of a particular faith when that god is sitting around with a few buds and popping snacks.
For instance, the god of death and silence. A powerful force that waits at the end of the mortal path, a great and influencing sentience that cannot truly take form but can impart some of itself to a particular location (say, the capitol). How does that work when he's sitting in the Laz-e-dwarf and moving pieces around on a board?
And the demon Malkethaz, a greater infernal who managed to find a planar rend large enough for him to fit through into the mortal realm and then draw forth minions to serve as his forces. How do you move yourself on a board?
Anyways, I found ways of working with it in the last thread, so if I do decide to join up with this one I'll find a way of working with it again.</STRONG>
How gods appear to mortals and how they choose to show themselves to others is not neccecarily the same.
Your first example could be a taicturn god, one who doesn't speak much (or at all, perhaps indicating his plays by gestures). If he is totally immartial, he may be forced to exert his godly powers to simply move his pieces.
For the second, you could have him as a greatly scarred and Narissist god. He could have his champion be an avatar of himself on the board. (Actually, that's technically what all heros are. They are borderline immortal. While they can be slain, it is exceptionally difficult to do so and if not slain they will live indefinatly.) and all of his heros could take on or be an aspect of himself. It's implied that at least some of your god exists in the same plane as the others, else they wouldn't still be a god, thus that part should be able to move his pieces.
Akroma, exactly. That's why we use the common sense rule. Some civs will grow quickly. My own civ live in an area that has abundant food and wood, but has virtually no metal (excepting a little copper that might be found in the soil) and no real means or inclination to mine. Their population will grow quickly, especially since they prefer to live along rivers, but the individual sites will not be difficult to destroy if somone decided to destroy them.
Meanwhile Ukko's giants will probably have slower growth, but have vastly better metallrulogy. Biology and harder living conditions would make their numbers smaller, but since they prefer mountainous terrain and probably started with a lot of metal that is relitivly easy to find they will be very much a terror on the battlefield.
That's not to say they would roll my civ in combat. In the forest the Giants would be easy to spot, being out of place and not familier with the terrain as the much smaller and probably more agile Vulpinians. My civ would use hit-and-run tactics, taking advantage of their preferred weapons (bows) and terrain. They would drawing the giants out into the forest and pick their warbands apart one by one. To counter, the giants could potentially clear-cut the forest, transforming it into plains. However, doing that could alienate the Roshanians or Ipetians, who may very well have a use for the woodland of that area. No matter how agressive and potent the giants are, three civs against one is hardly an easy fight.
Play it by ear. Try and make it fun. Describe things and roleplay. The point of this isn't the game, it's having fun watching your civ interact with the others. That's not to say you need to describe every last action in detail, but important events should be mentioned and described.
Roleplaying is fun. ^^v
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>OOC :I was asking about passage of time because I want to determine pop growth for my civ. I think we should have base pop growth which is a multiplier depending only on fecundity. To that we add dividers and multipliers due to sicknesses, available food, population living on a tile, etc...
Therefore the population of a village would be determined at the beginning of a turn by multiplying the population at the end of previous turn by the growth multplier.
As for resources, maybe we should do random rolls when we send explorers to a tile to determine the resources present there.</STRONG>
Resources are mostly determined by the terrain your on. Plains have extremly abundant food in the means of arable land, making them the best for rapidly expanding cities and some stone, some trees can also be found in plains. Rivers provide natural causeways that boats can travel down much more rapidly than individuals can on foot, while also preventing people from crossing them without a bridge or boat. Forests have an abundance of wood and a moderate amount of food, but lack any metal better than copper and have many layrs of loam over acessable stone. Hills provide a moderate amount of arable land, some game, most shallow metals, and a little wood, but don't excel in any type of resource. Moutains have an abundance of stone and metal, but lack arable ground or wood. However, mountains are where you will primarily find volcanoes and underground rivers. Deserts have little but sand, however as a natural barrier to most civs.
Like I said, common sense mostly.
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Forest - High Wood. Medium Animal. Medium Plant (Gathering.). No stone. Little metal. High Cover.Plains - Very High Plant (Fields). High Animal Low Wood. Low Stone. Low Metal. Poor cover.
Hills - Low Wood. Medium Animal. Medium Animal. High Stone. Medium Metal. Moderate cover.
Mountains - No Wood. Low Animal. Very Low Food. Very High Stone. High Metal. High Cover.
Desert - Low Animal. Low Plant. Low Wood. No Stone. Low Metal. No Cover.
Palm Forest - Medium Animal. Low Plant. Medium Wood. No Stone. Low Metal. Poor Cover.
Lake/Ocean Coast - High Animal. High Plant. Low Wood. Low Stone. Low Metal. Poor Cover
Obviously not everywhere is created equal. This creates conflict. Conflict is good.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
"This schould be your first service to me." said the image of Issha that come to existence from thin air. "Here in the plains your peasants have to produce Food for your civilation"
"But which of my People do i have to chose my Lord?"
"No one."
"No one But how do i...."
"Im sending you another one of my tribes for instance. Give them Food and give them Wood so they can build irumathra"
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- Around the Table -
Issha reapeared between the other Gods.
"Its done my friends. Leam is a Good priest and i think he does his work well. What do you think?"
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I am sending my Emigrant from Karatomca direct one tile south to etablish irumathra for farming. This means that i have two outpost rather then 1 Hamlet.
The Roshani of irumathra produce only Food. Most of this Food goes directly to Karatomca.
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>I still think that a bigger map would have more flavour to it. Simply because of what I already mentioned. Nations. Empires. Not small strips of land.</STRONG>
We can expand the board size as we need too. In fact, I see us expanding to another section soon. However, right now nobody is near to the edge of the current board and everyone has a good amount of room to grow.
Besides, by todays standars many historical "Empires" were simply small strips of populated land.
"Well, I guess I'll join on in after all."
Name: Xotes, God of Robo-Penguins.
Spheres: Order, Technology, Penguins. Robots.
Race: Pringers.
Civ: The Flippers of Authority.
Preferred site: Mountains. Hills.
Hero symbol: P
Army Symbol: p
Civ symbol: Æ
The Pringers are a strange race, due not only to the fact that they are basically robotic penguins, but talk, manufacture weaponry and generally behave as if they were a regular sentient species. The pringers depend heavily on their technology to survive, due to the fact that they cannot reproduce by normal means. Instead, they build more of themselves. Therefore, they grow extremely slowly, unless they come across deposits of metal, which they quickly use to build more Pringers and weaponry. Due to being robotic, they do not need food and are naturally hard workers. The average Pringer stands at around three feet, while on occasion, due to manufacturing errors, a Pringer will be made to stand at around six feet. Being exceptionally rare, these giant Pringers are quickly hailed as heroes of the species, and are sent adventuring.
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Pringer A slowly climbs up over the hills, cursing his flappy little arms several times in the process. Finally arriving at the top of the hill, he turns back to watch the mob that was the migrant group of pringers, all of them quickly running about, tearing down the occasional tree and digging into the mountains for more metallic supplies. Pringer A sighs in exasperation, despite being physically impossible, and smacks his head with a flipper, also physically impossible.
"Okay... They'll sort themselves out, eventually. I hope. For now, I must go and find something to kill. Maybe. Ah, who am I kidding? TO WAR... and stuff like that."
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[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
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[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
God: Tzen
Spheres: War, Mountains, Courage
Race: Drogar
Settlement symbol: Ω
Hero Symbol: ☻
The Drogar are, essentially, dwarves. Stout and strong, they are a hardy race. They carve their homes into the rocky hills and live in relative comfort there. They can - and will - move into more open areas, as long as stone can be acquired with relative ease. They are not completely subterranean, as can be seen by the various houses and guard towers on the surface of their chosen hills. They are relatively quick to anger, and will go to war quickly if the need arises. As such, they are steadfast worshipers of Tzen, whom they believe grants prowess in open battle. They are led by the immortal Kavar, a male Drogar sent from Tzen's domain.
Tzen joins the game and slams two dark stone figures on the board, shaking the mighty table slightly.
"And so it begins!" He says jovially before taking a swig from his mug.
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Kavar stood with his two fellow axemen, looking with stone silence as the various Drogar carried stone blocks to the building site of the new outpost tower. Humble beginings, as only around twenty of the stout beings had agreed to unite under him. The rest... well... he and his axe had dealt with that. Only his followers would be of use to Tzen.
"Uh... milord?" That was one of his warriors, Degom. He was a real brute, and certainly not very bright. He could swing his axe as strong as any mortal, however, so he suited Kavar's needs well enough.
"Yes, Degom? I remind you that we just ate..." the immortal responded.
"No, it's not that. I mean, now that we have this little home of ours... well... what do we call it, eh?"
Kavar, smiled, and turned to his other warrior, Kev.
"He asks a good question, eh Kev?" Kev was fast and clever, and damned fast with a shortsword. Kavar favored him, certainly, and knew he was truly invaluable to his plans.
"Why, yes he does milord. Have you any ideas?"
Kavar turned his sights back to the construction site and grinned.
"Berseg." he said. "Yes, Might of the Mountains, that will do...'
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Current Sites:
Avecebela - Woodabby : Eastern edge of central forest : Vulpinan : Hamlet
Shushaw - ???????? : North-Eastern Forest : Thelashin : Hamlet
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Junction of east of western lake : Roshanian : Outpost
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : Southern edge of central forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : Eastern Mountain-Valley : Koneko : Hamlet
Hrafngard - ??????? : Northern Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
Mayohiga - ??????? : Southern moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
Berseg - Might of the Mountains : SE Mountains : Drogar : Outpost
The Dracon are a race of bipedal humanoids with scaly skin, horns, claws, wings, and a tail. Their features resemble those of dragons though they lack the ability to breathe fire. Dracon scales are mostly either red, gold, or green. They are usually bald but some of the nobility has long straight hair growing out of their heads and back of the neck in a similar fashion as a horse's mane.
Militarily they are highly trained and organised, preferring heavy melee and lightly armed flying harassment/scout units. They often have few military bowmen because the use of ranged weapons in war is considered cowardly by their culture. That does not prevent civilian use in hunting however. They have no calvary to speak of.
They are carnivores which prevents them from farming for food. But they farm a desert plant that when correctly prepared enhances iron to a near steel quality. They are capable of flight and are essentally immune to natural fire and heat, but are very suceptible to cold temperatures.
Though not specific to the Dracon, there is a special summoning magic on their world that allows a trained summoner to call the aid of elemental spirits. They can also transport small groups (less than 10) between specially prepared portals within cities (with a population of 100 or more).
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A peaceful oasis scene is ruined as a large circular slab of rock drops out of the sky hitting the ground with a boom that can be heard for miles. After the dust settles the stone slab glows brightly with magical runes and a group of Dracon and some supplies appear on the slab.
After looking around for a moment a blue haired dracon in the gear of a military commander orders buildings constructed. While being followed by a female priest in white robes and an aged summoner with a new apprentice.
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EDIT:The map I copied over didn't have the pringers. So dood, where's Pringer X?
EDIT2:Just noticed theres no link to the old thread. Took me a bit to find it(the community board didn't exist back then.) but here it is.
[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
Shraal felt content as he walked around the construction field. His thinking was really good. He looked at the mechanical contraption a few of his people were dismantling. A huge tree attched by ropes to wooden posts. A mining ram they called it. It was fine, it wasn't as effective as some of the other contraptions he had devised, but this one will do for the time being. It was only a matter of time before it was finished and time is something the Thelash had in abundance.
It would soon be time for Shraal to gather an expedition into the mountains to the north. The number had to be right, too many and those left behind would most certainly not survive. Too few and the expedition would not bring back much in the way of minerals. Stone will have to wait in any case, as the only thing this ram was good for was bashing through the mountain. One does not build houses out of pebbles or sand, though the idea was interesting and worthwile to investigate.
Done. Shraal was done thinking. Nine would go into the mountains including himself. One hunter to provide food. One engineer to mount and maintain the ram. Two apprentices to operate the ram. Four to carry the supplies. And Shraal to supervise as well as identify deposits of precious metal.
This will leave twenty-three within the village, of which thirteen children. This was fine. The village will be well-protected against the surrounding wilderness and food will be abundant.
Young ones, yes. An academy will soon be needed, but that requires too much in the way of resources. The Haadush triplets were already showing signs of the wisdom and curiosity that was much required for the Thelash to move forward.
A loud crash brought Shraal back to reality. The ram had finally been dismantled and packaged, as well as the other goods they would be taking with them.
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Shelesh watched impassively as small figurines began to move away from the village. So they wish to move on their own, he thought. Fine, the less he had to deal directly with his people, the better he would feel about their existence.
Another thought crossed his mind. An awareness of something that has been said not so long ago. Who was it that said it ? Ah yes Fenneth and Hanabira. It was not what had been said that botheres Shelesh but what it showed about the knoweledge of those young gods. Normally he would not bother with a response, but for some reason he was in a good mood. A loud whisper arose in the room.
"I am not as old as you might think. Like many shadows, I am reborn and killed every day with the first rays of light. I was not always the shadow you see in front of you. I had a physical enveloppe a long time ago. Moreover, I have the memories of every shadow that ever existed. Of revelry I know much more than your bodies could endure or than your minds could understand. For remember : all races have shadows."
The tiles unfolded and expanded, roaring past the ears of the other gods in a whisper that left those with more sensitive hearing nearly deafened. Swiftly they interlocked, sliding into place to the north of the existing tiles
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂~~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣.R..Φ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲....K▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑T↑≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~#
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂↑≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
As the other players and observers regained their composure, Vime tapped Xotes and Youth on the shoulder and nodding at Tzen. "If you three want to move into the new play area go on ahead. You havn't really established yourselves on the board yet."
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Kamaran's tounge poked out between her front teeth as she feverishly mapped out the terrain that she had passed in the last day with charcol on a piece of well-cured parchment. The heat of her camp fire warm against her back as the smoke drifted lazily into the sky above.
Scoffing, the Vulpinian reached down a drew up a small bit of sand from one of her bags that she had gathered earlier in the day from the riverbed. With excrutiating care she scrubbed out the misplace line, blowing away the debries from her work when the charcoal finally came out.
Before her two more maps were laid out in the moonlight, the parchment closely wrapped between two layers of soft leather and bound with cords made from dried sinew. Each one was precious, Kamaran hadn't had time for making copies. Not when she moved forward daily. Here on the plains the surroundings were different. Kamaran was able to see clear to the horizen on a clear day, which many of them were. Far to the north the ground grew slightly more rugged, dipping away from her eyes like a firefly, while to the east the treeline was a dark grey wall that rose in the distance. To the south and east, the earth continued on forever, flat and level for miles and miles, cut only by the river... which at this point had turned into a slow mass of water that lazily drifted eastward.
Finishing her daily ritual. Kamaran carefully rolled her current map up, binding it in the same method as the the others before stowing it away. This river had to lead somewhere. Other people, other habitants of this world had to exist. Kamaran just had to keep looking to find them... was all.
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[ May 15, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
The barrier coming down shows the Dracon and supplies in disarray but miraculously nothing is harmed.
"Well, that was unexpected..." muttered the blue haired dracon dusting himself off.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣.R..Φ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲....K▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑T↑≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~↑
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂↑≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
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"Hello, Pringer A. You have been chosen by our master as his new champion, meant to help conquer this world along with your fellow Pringers."
Pringer A continues staring in awe at the giant Pringer, before slowly beginning to speak.
"Y-you must be Pringer X, aren't you?"
"Indeed, I am. I must leave soon to help our master as his accountant. He really has no head for that kind of thing. But, I digress. I will grant you a gift so that you can more easily succeed in your goal."
With that, Pringer X touches the top of Pringer A's head with one of its giant flippers. Almost immediately, Pringer A begins to grow, until he is almost as tall as Pringer X.
"Now, friend, I christen thee Pringer X-2. Farewell..."
With that, Pringer X slowly fades away, until there is no trace of his ever existing.
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Xotes smirks to himself as the meeting plays out, the light flashing across his eyes.
"Everything's going according to plan."
Moutains are not impassible, but crossing them is always slow and difficult if your not a moutain civ. For now let's have it the fliers and mountain civs can cross mountains without roads at one square a turn, and everyone else needs to find or make a pass. Sound good?))
The display on the projector above flashed briefly, it's color shifting from a clean white to a dark red as the turn number increased. Then it reverted back to switching between the current actions and the turn in white.
Turn 2
Vime blinked, startled at the speed at which time seemed to pass. A total of ten players were spread across the field, their borders expanding slowly as more pices were added to the intial groups. A few of the other races sought more land, diversifying their reources and spreading their roots deep into the ground. While others build on what they had, steadily growing in size and potential.
With a lopsided grin the god of thieves pulled out a caravan pice and tapped it on Avecebela, then counting out two additional squares to the west though the forest. Then he moved his champion two squares to the east... toward the sea.
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Raom chuckled as he watched the eight youngsters who had been assigned under him tried to place pack saddles on their wolves without success. The youngesters, hardy more than pups really, were on their third attempt. Twice before the eight of them had attempted to approach the large canines, nervously holding the harnesses that would be able to carry many stones of supplies evenly across the backs of thier pack aniamls. And twice before the wolves had bluffed the young Vulpinians away, their hackles raising as the creatures let loose a growl deep from thier chest. Sending their to-be owners scurrying away in fear.
The wolves were tame, Raom knew that because he had trained them himself. Curbing the animals more violent and competive nature and instilling a sense of loyalty to Vulpinians. The eight wolves considered the youngsters part of their pack, a lesser. While the wolves would accept their presense and would not harm any of the youngsters intentionally, it was up to the seven youths to prove they were dominent over their companions. At least, if they didn't want to carry all of their goods on their person.
Raom sighed, rotating one arm up behind the head of his own wolven companion and scratching her behind the ears lightly. Old Belle, that was her name, leaned into the caress. A soft growl of pleasure escaping her throat as he master checked his own gear. Belle was not a young bitch, not anymore at any rate. Raom had gotten her as a cub, the first pet he had raised from near-infancy to adulthood. She was the mother of five of the seven wolves that were with the caravan. Four of those five being her daughters. The remaining two were younger males who had been brought in to insure again inbreeding for a few generations. At least until Raom could find and tame a few of the local beasts.
Raom ceased scratching, satisfied with the harness and the temprament of old Belle. He looked back at the youngsters, backing away from the wolves again. The third time, a third failure. At this rate they would never get going. These youngsters just weren't ready. If they couldn't get tamed pack animals to cooperate, what were the chances they could tame a region long enough to make an outpost? Raom turned away toward the administration building, ready to tell the council that to continue with the settlement was folly untill better people could be found.
But, something caught the old rangers eye as he turned away. One of the youngsters, a female with an auburn coat the was flecked with strands of grey (A sure sign of mixed parantage.) had drawn one of the wolves away and was talking to it soothingly. The wolf, somewhat confused, admitted her gentle fingers to stroke his rough fur. Slowly, gently, the young woman slid the harness onto the wolf. The one time it started she grabbed the back of it's neck gently, stopping all motion but a gentle stroaking of it's pelt and a whisper into it's ear until the half-wild animal relaxed. Within moments, the wolf was saddled and ready.
The other youngsters stared in awe as the young vixen tamed her dog. Their eyes wide as she flashed a victorious guesture at them and walked up the road towards Raom and old Belle. Taking up a position directly next to him.
That boast of confidence was all the others needed. Within moments the others begane to follow her lead. As he looked at the young woman, Raom smiled inwardly, his face impassive a she watched her check the harness the exact same way he had done so just a few moments before, 'Perhaps they aren't so worthless after all'
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Karaman walked east, keeping her head low as another torrent of rain passed close overhead. Her body was soaked, her russet fur dripping from the abundance of rain that had accumulated in it. The harness that held all of her tools, including the waterproofed case that contained her writing supplies and maps, was covered in water. The thick leather chafing against her flesh as she pushed onward though the rain.
Fog covered every step of the way. To the north Karaman could hear the river. Or was it south? Everything seemed turned around in the fog. Raindrops fell, pattering against the rocks and turning into small rivulets that led towards the river eventually. More than once Karaman had nearly been swept away when she was force to cross a narrow gully. Her only warning of a flash flood being a slight increase in the intensity of the sound of water rushing. Had she not lived on or near rivers for all of her life, she would have lost her life tie and time again.
Finally, the ground gave away before her. The endless plain sloping down and changing quickly into sand. Ahead the fog parted, revealing an endless plain of water continuing out where the endless plain of grass ended. The tide was high, the roar of the water echoing against the constant pattering of the rain.
"No!" Karaman cried as she saw the ocean, her voice tiny in the roar of the storm. "This can't be it! Just an ocean? Vime! Do you hear me you bastard? Where is it! Where is the perefct place for a new village? I followed your instructions, I followed the river east. Now what?"
Karaman's voice fell away into the storm as the rain intensified, the cold doplets turning into sleet as the storm fell around her.
Suddenly the rain stopped, the droplets sheering aside as if hitting an invisible curtain. Karaman, chattering from the icy water that soaked her to the skin, looked around in fear as the sleet bounced off the invisible barrier and began to settle in a rough semicircle around her.
As Karaman gathered her wits, a golden fox climbed out from a small burrow on the ground. It's radient coat shimmering in the dim light as if it were under a spotlight while it shook away dirt from the ground. With a puzzled look the small creature gazed up at the cold adventurer, speaking in a clear voice "My child, you sound so angry. Don't you know I'm always with you?"
The Vulpinian stook shocked for an instant, her voice quivering with anger and cold. "You lied" Karaman accused her god, her anger sitifling even though the freezing water that covered her body.
"I lie a lot." The golden fox replied matter-of-factly, it's kind gaze never leaving the Vulpinian. "But in every lie there is a grain of truth. Look, to the northeast."
"Why should I?" The adventurer countered, turning her back towards the small creature, "I should just go back. These maps are worth a fortune back home. You lied, there is nothing out in this direction. I will just tell them we should build a small village on the plains for some farmland and ignore this direction." Her small frame shook with anger as she stood and turned away from the god, the flow of icey water slowing it's source was redirected.
Quite suddently Kamaran felt warm. A pair of golden forelimbs were embracing her waist, drying out the soaked flesh like the embrace of warm sunlight. A sense of peace, of contentment washed over Karaman as the icy chill abated with the touch of those arms, washed away along with his gentle voice. "You know you wouldn't do that. Look."
The god slowly turned Karaman, his right arm lifting next to her cheek and one of his fingers pointing off into the distance. Where he pointed the fog parted, clear sunlight cutting though the stormy ocean fog like a beaon of hope, tunneling past the edge of the plains and into the distant desert. Tumbling past untill it hit a citidel of stone "To the north-east. Some leagues from here creatures known as Dracons have settled. Find them, talk with them. If you meet with them calmly they will be great allies in the time to come, my Kara."
Karaman felt dizzy, faint as Vime's breath fell against her neck. It's warm touch sending a thirll of pleasure down her spine. Warily she struggled against her lethargy, brought on by the warmth so soon after nearly freezing. "Who... what are they?" She asked, struggling to keep her balance against the embrace of the golden Vulpin.
Vime replied softly, his lips gracing the ears of his champion gently in doing so, "They are outcasts from another place. Magicians and Warriors who have fled from a great battle that they did not win. Meet with them, gain their trust and you will be able to arrive home far sooner than you expected. Make your people their ally for all Vulpinans will need thier trust in the coming storm."
Karaman felt her legs give way, slowly she collapsed into the gods arms and slid backwards into the warm grass. His grip never leaving her waist as they both lay down in the undergrowth. "A storm?" she asked softly, "What storm?"
Vime placed a finger from his left hand on her lips, cutting her questions off, "No more. I have said too much. Rest now. For tomorrow you will need to travel across terrain that neither of us know well. Carry much water, and pray to me if you ever need my help."
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The chitter of a cardinal woke Karaman, the bright-winged bird drawing her from her rest on the dry ground. Everything around her was fresh, bright after the storm. The fog had settled though the night, and now the bright morning sun shone happily down on the damp world.
Warily, Karaman looked at the semi-circle of dry ground around her. The crisp grass bringing back memories of the night before. As the rain around her evaportated in the rising sun, so did her recollection of the prevoius night. Except for two things. The most important of which was where to go next.
Without saying anything, Karaman started north-east along the coast.
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Riet relaxed by the small fire he had made out of nearby trees. After a long trek across the boundless plains, he had finally reached the distant forest. It had been a very good day; he had found another wineskin in his pack. He took it out and prepared to celebrate his findings. Laughing while wondering how he could have missed such a valuable (and heavy) treasure, he tried to remember who had given it to him. "It's even more funny when you realize that it wasn't there when you looked in your pack this morning," said an unfamiliar voice. Riet looked around. No one was there. "Of course," said the voice, "anything can be funny when taken in the proper perspective." The voice appeared to be coming from just beyond the firelight. Riet turned his eyes away from the fire, in order to become more accustomed to the dark. Even then, though, he could see nothing.
As he turned back around, though, Riet found someone else downing his entire wineskin on the opposite side of the fire. His mind quickly flashed from shock, to fear, to anger, to curiosity, and finally settled on hilarity. He laughed out loud.
"Good!" said the newcomer, who was a fellow Ipetian, "Why was it funny? How were you able to turn something as disappointing as finding the last of your wine drunk into something funny?"
"Well," answered Riet, "I didn't know the wine was there until today, and oddly enough, on this same day, I reach the forest and finally have something to celebrate. Then I find the wine gone because I was the one foolish enough to put it down. And then I get angry at you for taking it, only to realize that I'm angry at you for taking something which, until today, I didn't know existed. Also, the fact that I carried that wine across the entire plains only to have you drink it is fairly amusing as well."
"Excellent answer," said the stranger, "You have some sense of irony. However, you didn't carry that wine all the way from Buigend Riet; I put it into your pack about 10 minutes ago. But now you don't have anything to celebrate with. We'll have to fix that."
The odd Ipetian rapped on a rock three times with his right hand, and a trickle of wine began to pour out. At the same time, the ground sank around the spring, until it was clear that a pool of wine was forming. Riet's usual relaxed demeanor collapsed under amazement. "How...You...What..."
"A simple trick," said the stranger, "At least for me. For you it could quite difficult." He pulled out a goblet seemingly from nowhere, filled it, smelled the wine and began to drink. "Ahh, that's good stuff. Try it," he said, producing another goblet and giving it to Riet." Riet, still somewhat stunned, wordlessly filled his goblet and began to sip. Wow, that wine Was good.
"Now, you're probably wondering who I am and why I am here. However, the more important question is why you are here. However, to satisfy your curiosity, I am Fenneth, the Lord of Drink, Dance, and Gaiety, among other things, and I am here in order to guide you, as well as for a good drink." He swigged the wine and refilled his cup. "As to the more important business, why you are here, you are here in order to start a new chapter in the history of the Ipetians. For quite a long time, you have been content to stay in the area around Buigend Riet. Now, however, it is time to spread. You are immortal; you have seen the changes, the growth in population. You can no longer be sustained by the forests, nor can you afford to be so centralized. After all, why were you called Riet?"
Riet swallowed his wine, and said "Because a bending reed will stand when an iron pillar falls."
"Precisely," said Fenneth, "Hence the name of your home. We must give your people room to bend. An interesting character called Nietzsche is currently calling for several small farming outposts to be built in the plains around Buigend Riet. This is, of course, needed for extra food and I do support his efforts thus far. After the settlements are established, a group of settlers must be sent here as well. They are to build a city, with a temple to me at this very spot. The spring of wine will continue to exist, and every year on this day it shall become a fountain. There will be a festival on that day; all shall drink of the wine of gods and good cheer shall reign in Wijnfontein, Winefountain!" Fenneth smiled as he refilled his cup. "But now let us drink now to the future!"
Reit laughed, and with a hearty "Indeed!" proceeded to drain his cup as well. "I will remember all this in the morning, right?"
"Of course," roared Fenneth, "There are advantages to being a god, including no black-outs or hangovers. Don't worry about that." He grinned, "What you should worry about is that spider crawling up your leg." Riet looked down, to find no spider there. A soft voice in his ear said, "Made you look." Riet looked up to find Fenneth gone. He laughed, and proceeded to drink. If he got a reprieve from a hangover tomorrow morning, then he was going to have one helluva night.
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Nietzsche was standing in front of a large crowd, making an energetic speech. "We must expand our boarders. Space is becoming an issue, though it is only a minor one compared to food. The plains just to the south and west have wonderful soil, and would be perfect for farms. Think about it: as much food as we could ever want, plenty of open space, and most importantly, they can provide defense should Buigend Riet ever be attacked from those directions. We must expand!"
"Why would we ever need a defense?" questioned an elderly Ipetian. "Especially from the South. The only dangers are wolves to the north, and they rarely come this far south anymore."
"The greatest danger," replied Nietzsche, "is the one which is unknown. I have grown tired of waiting for Riet's return. We must do something, now. If he was attacked by beasts that prowl upon the plains, what's to say they won't decide to roam east and attack here next? Think of the children, we must provide a barrier between them and the wild. We must expand!"
The other Ipetian began to see the wisdom in Nietzsche's words, and agreed to send out two, very small forces to start new settlements to the south and west.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂~#↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──V≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──≡♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....R...≡Φ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂K⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........≡.... .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲...♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑T↑≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~#
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂↑≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[OOC: I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds by creating 2 migrant groups in one turn. I figure that if both of them contain 7, and the total population of Buigend Riet is between 50 and 80 (village size), then I should still have one hamlet in addition to the two migrant groups. As to the large increase in population, well, being a fertility god would have its advantages.]
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂~#↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──V≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──≡♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δX─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....R...≡Φ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂K⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........≡.... .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲...♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑÷T≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~#
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂≡≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
As the second turn started, Suwako's head turned 180° degrees, revealing Kanakos face on the other side. Looking down at her pieces, she felt that the southern island would soon be overcrowded. She moved the piece of Madara, Lord of the Tengu, and left him, with this edict: "Deforest the northern part of your island completely, take the wood, and built a fleet of 3 ships (from now on » will be the symbol for ships). 2 of them will bring your people to the northern and to the eastern continent, where they will be blessed and grow. The third ship, shall be rested in the harbor of the village of Eientei. Send out 7 of your men to the eastern coast to prepare this task.
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After a long night of meditation and prayers, his calls had been answered, clearer than he had ever hoped to. If he wants to save the kind of the Tengu, he will have to expand his Imperium.
In the early morning, he send 7 Tengu towards the east, and another 7 Tengu followed him northwards, where they spent the next months completely deforesting the part of the forest directly in the north to them. The 3 Tengu who were the most experienced with wood camped there, starting to build the first of the 3 divine archs. The other 4 and Madara made their way towards the east, to continue the deforesting.
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OOC: This keeps the Hamlet of Mahoyiga from growing to a village this turn. The new ship tiles » are necessary, as even a flying race can't cross an ocean without being able to rest. They can host migrant groups, merchants, as well as pirates.
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└── ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂~#↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂.≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣S
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──V≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂Ç⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──≡♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δ────X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑Pp▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....R...≡Φ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂K⌂▲▲⌂~~
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OOC: For turn 2 Karatomca becomes a Hamlet and Irumathra is still an Outpost.
I also move my Hero another 2 tiles east as seen above.
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Karatomca - Heatsanctum : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Hamlet
Irumathra - Wavewheat : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Outpost
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- Many miles east from Karatomca -
Ters small Pirogue drifted down the river. He thought about Immortalty an how it came he was immortal. Sure it was some kind of Magic but the Powers of Magic were long taken away from the Roschani. The last shamans of his tribe were dead and buried in the sands of a world that couldnt stand against Demons called "Humans" and theyr evil machines. At last even the Humans were also wipped out by becoming machines by themselves but this was not important.
Once, in the old world, magic was given to the Roshani by the dragon Hylari "the silver Scale" who has mated an Roshanian Girl. It was the Offspring of this couple who could use magic and all powers which are bounded to it. The shamans had opened ,with the help of Issha, the Door to this world but were killed by the machines in the very same moment. Ter the last with dragons blood was immortal yes but he couldnt reproduce this was the downside of his immortality.
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- Karatomca that was growing again thanks to the help of the new founded Irumathra. -
Fog was rising over the Lake of Karatomca. The last days had become a little bit colder than normal but not to cold. Leam who was fishing again looked offer the Mirror flat waters and wondered. There was a pillar of solid Fog standing an half mile away. Should it be another Message from Issha? Out of curiosity Leam untied his new raft. "Lets take a look." he said to himself.
An half hour later he reached this ominous pillar of Fog but couldnt see the source of it. "Maybe its under the water." he said again to himself an sliped from the Raft. He didnt dive because there was a large Block of obsidian one Hand under the Surface. After some investigation he found that this block was 20 Metres in diameter and totaly flat. Which incredible forces would have trown this boulder in the lake was unknown to Leam but one thing was clear. "On this place will stand the Temple of Issha"
Three weeks later Leam was sitting on the beach with two of his friends. The sun stands low an the temperature begins to drop. In the distance they could see the rising of the Isshas temple. The Tower made from Glass was almost 10 Metres over the surface and every day it was growing faster. Wood had been an issue for the last 5 days but for now there was still enough for a little fire that wasn yet Burning. Silis was standing over the logs with two lenses in her hand.
"Silis how long does it take to light a Fire?"
"If you could do it better please light it by yourself."
"Ok, ok what are you doing anyway?"
"I light the Fire with the power of Ishaas Star i only have to find the right distance between the lenses."
"Yeah right and Leam could divide the Water of the ...."
Smoke and fast growing flames appeared from the logs.
"What did you say Aris dear sister?"
"Nothing" said Aris and in Leam where was another Idea growing.
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-Around the table-
"Could i have some !!elves!! i am hungry."
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
you didn't copy my moves
Ukko suddenly awakens from his short daydreams and curses that the game has gone forward so fast. "hmhm... let's see now... i shall move that there and that there.."
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Hrafn was sitting in his throne and pondering about the next feast when suddenly a lighting striked through the wooden ceiling. "HRAFN!" the great voice shouted. Looking around for the source of the voice he saw nothing but the roaring fire on the floor, left by the lightning strike. Then he looked into the fire, and saw the shape of Old great giant, with long white beard and wolfrugs as clothing. Peering into the fire, he spoke out "Grand god... i must ask the meaning of your incarnation?" "I have incarnated here to guide you, something what that fool of an oracle seemingly cant do." "Guide me? how?" "This village has grown, and you, my subjects, grow short of raw materials." "indeed we do. meat is scarce in the mountains and farming inefficient. Also we are short of wood by now." "Yees.. and i have located the place for your new future outpost. It lies to the south, in the outlying mountains. There, you will find enough trees, food and raw materials to start creating steel. By that you are most certainly coming in contact with the... consumables... so i want you to build a castle on top of the mountainpeak in north. in this castle, you shall build a temple for me to reside, if i decide to incarnate myself to you further. it will be great project, but so shall be the benefits of it..." Hrafn stood up, and looked into the fading flame. Moments after, he commenced a group of 7 giants to create the outpost south.
26 of them, he took into the mountains, in order to start building the temple to the Storm god.
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Time. They had spent a lot of time in these mountains though they had only been able to mine out a few silver-covered pebbles. Nothing that could be used for tools or weapons. Though time was something they had a lot of, to begin with.
The real problem was to devise a methid to smelt the ore they were going to find. These were the thoughts on Shraal's mind. Clay pots would crack and burn before the little amounts of metal they were going to bring back could melt.
"My lord Shraal ?"
Shraal interrupted his thinking process and focused on his surroundings. The ram had stopped yet again. Since his presence was required it could mean only one thing. They had found a vein of a metal they do not know of.
Shraal slowly got up and purprosefully moved towards the ram. The young apprentice followed him closely, keeping silent for he knew there was nothing he could say to Shraal that would interest him.
Shraal went straight for the sparkling ore that had been revealed by the ram. He took a small sample, looked at it intently then tasted it. The taste was unmistakable. It was iron ore. They had found iron ore. And it seemed to be a rather sizeable vein.
With a simple motion of his hand he issued instructions. They would dig this vein until their bags were full. Then they would move back to the village. Shraal returned to the small cave that served as his lodgings and lost himself in his thoughts about smelting iron and silver.
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"Found new toys to play with, have you ?"
Shelesh's whispering voice had a cold edge to it. As usual he was speaking to no-one in particular.
"I guess I should congratulate you on that achievement. I will have a small gift ready for you when you return to your village. I know you will like it."
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(goddamit, youre too fast! )
No we are not. We are only 6 Hours ahead of you that means if its 8 AM in the US its 2 PM (GMT+1 for Germany) here where i (and i think akroma too) are. By the way thanks for announcing that the turn has changed.
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>No we are not. We are only 6 Hours ahead of you that means if its 8 AM in the US its 2 PM (GMT+1 for Germany) here where i (and i think akroma too) are. By the way thanks for announcing that the turn has changed.</STRONG>
oh well, i apologize if i have acted too early but i thought that since everyone else seems to be posting their second turn, i posted too
I considered protesting people making multiple migrant groups, but really that wouldn't make sense since said groups are pretty small (seven in each.). Just advance as fast as you feel is reasonable for your civ as a turn passes. After all, this is just for fun anyway.))
Vime grinned as his avatar dissapted into the night, it's deed done. The roughish god giving Fenneth a sly wink as he sat back and watched the others move thier tokens.
"Kara has her purpose on this map. Besides, I cannot say that encounter was not pleasurable to me as well." The foxlike god spared a glance over at Youh, "Besides, I wasn't telling her any false truths. I've watched Youh play before, and if these are the same units it's not unlikely they would welcome an ally over an enemy, especially one that has such a suplus of wood and fish."
Glancing back down at the board as the others each took their turn, Vime slowly counted out the spaces his units had yet to take under his breath. "One, two, three... four. Four each. Turn six will be an interesting one."
Still, I'll watch this very closely.
There are so many amazing authors here.
Oh, and I like those foxes especially.
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The last of the makeshift huts had finally completed, a thought that Pringer OV welcomed with some relief, for it meant that his job was finally done. Now, he could get back to creating more pringers. Or, at least he could if they could find any metal deposits. One of the Pringers working on supports for one of the huts walked on up behind him. Before that pringer could get a word in, OV responded fairly quickly.
"So, how's things progressing?"
The pringer doesn't seem surprised in the slightest.
"Pretty good right now, boss. Just a couple more supports and we're golden. 'Course, we still need to find more metal, but for a little while we can put it off."
OV nods in satisfaction, before pointing towards the mountains, somewhat disinterested.
"Okay, good for you. Now get a pick and start hacking away at that hill, because I KNOW there's a deposit there. What it is remains to be seen, but I have a good feeling."
The pringer salutes OV, before going over to the equipment pile and grabbing a spare pick, before setting off towards his destination, whistling all the way.
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X-2, after shaking off the awe that had come over him due to Pringer-X's appearance, and continues with the task that he had been given to him by his outpost. Due to his gigantic size, he sights the Drogar, and with a whistle of surprise postpones his main task to go and meet with the strange beings. He covered the ground quickly, due to famiarity with the terrain, but still was not fast enough to get to them before having to pause and work out some kinks in his
metalworking, gained by traveling so quickly.
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[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>!!elves!!
second chance</STRONG>
you lost me
Silvak Bluesabers, the dracon with the blue hair, is surprised a robed human appears suddenly on the other side of his office desk. Though he quickly composes himself when he sees the familiar banana design on the robe.
"You could have warned us you were going to fling us halfway across the world on a rock you know." Silvak greeted.
"My bad." came the response from Youh. "Nice office."
"Thanks. So whats with the visit? Something go wrong with the deal?"
"No, All the Dracon who died in the last battle have been revived and sent back home as we agreed. Same will happen this time. I'm just here to tell you of recent happenings." Youh said, fiddling with one of Silvak's paperweights, "One of the races around here is likely going to want to ally with you soon, the ambassador will look like a Tralian but more like a fox than a wolf. Theres a river to the north of you too, good fishing and a steady water supply there you should send a group up there."
"Part of the deal was that you wouldn't order me around. I have my own command." Silvak said while marking the general direction of the river on a map sketch.
"They are suggestions, everybody's appearing before their champions lately and I don't wanna be left out." Youh said with a grin, before vanishing in a puff of yellow smoke.
Silvak started writing notes on a scrap paper, when a disembodied voice added "Oh yea, I sense a distinct lack of partying. I request that be dealt with. I sent alcohol with you for a reason."
Silvak sighed and added a 'party day' on the event calender in front of his office, then went back to work.
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"Not as impressive, as you folks. But it works. Something gets lost in the god-mortal interactions when the mortal in question sees you monthly and is very important to your continuing business." Youh sits down and nods in approval as a migrant group is sent in the direction of the river.
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OOC) Oh yea, the settlement is named Mutheithru - Campcastle.
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Kavar looked upon the metallic beast in front of him with curiosity. It towered over him and his squad of five fellow warriors. He pondered for a moment on whether it spoke Common Tongue.
"Me and all my followers greet you!" he yelled up to the great metal bird.
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"Alright! Timber! Get the hell outta' the way, you idiots!" Kleg, leader of the logging expedition, yelled fiercely to his fellow woodcutters (who numbered about a dozen) as a giant pine tree creaked and groaned mightily before falling to the forest floor with a mighty crash.
"Okay then! That's good! Let's shave the branches of this and get it good and ready for transport. Kavar says he wants at least twenty of these felled and brought back to the settlement, and if we miss our quota... Tzen only knows how mad he'll be, eh?" Kleg's fellow workmen muttered in agreement. They had been working non-stop ever since their hamlet had exhausted all nearby sources of wood. And right in the middle of construction of palisade wall around it as well.
"Alright, that's it! Let's move on! Only ten more to go!"
Unlike most of the others in the village, she used to be somewhat afraid of heights; but the newfound speed and stamina she gained on that encounter with Hanabira left her with a new level of confidence. Her hair had even changed from the inherent brown and red of her species to a silvery-white color; and when the townspeople failed to listen to her ravings of moving half the village, she was able to convince them by producing a small rainstorm over the whole hamlet, while staying completely dry. The village matron did not approve of the journey but supplied her with rations and even some of Oakvale’s best ale nonetheless.
Jumping from ledge to ledge, Kira wondered about what she would actually find on the other side of these mountains. Even with the excellent pace she was making, the journey through the mountains would still last another 3 months at least.
“Whatever is on the other side better be worth all this trouble…”
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Hanabira disappeared from her chair and entered the mortal world below. Suspended above the hamlet of Oakvale, she took note of the advances her followers had made over the last few months. Stone windmills for flour production spotted the land around the large farms, and water had been routed from the lake to provide irrigation. On the east side of the village a sizable quarry existed where the stone was being mined for windmills and other construction projects, as wood was a valuable commodity for bow arrow fletching. With plenty of animals around, there was a large workshop producing leather goods and armor. Bone and wood stockpiles surrounded the area near the bowyer and arrow workshops. Just to the west of the shops was a large archery range, where several Koneko rangers were currently practicing. Some small boats occupied by fisher-women drifted just offshore of the lake and nets trailed behind them.
Smiling at how well they were doing for themselves, Hanabira flew over to the largest building in the hamlet in the center of the village to meet with the matron. She made herself visible and knocked on the door to the room the matron was in.
The door opened and there stood a very tired looking Koneko who promptly answered, “I told you I don’t want to be bothered tod…”
“Hello Maki.”
Maki stood speechless for a moment as she realized who was standing at her doorway.
“I don’t want to take to much time for formalities now, so I want to ask you a favor,” Hanabira started, “Send a party of seven to the southern edge of the lake where you will eventually sit as my overseer of this entire valley. Also, send a message to the citizens of the hamlet of Loka to send another party of seven to the west. It is important that you spread out and establish our civilization in the valley.”
“Sure, I will do as you ask.”
“You’re not just doing it for me; this is for the benefit for all of the Koneko. In the future, I will count on you to make decisions for everyone in the valley. Trust in Kira, she may be young but she has power that will come into great need in times to come.”
Maki nodded.
“Oh and one last thing, please get some bigger stills, I was disappointed that the ones currently are so small.” With that, Hanabira vanished, leaving an energized feeling within Maki.
She though of the two-story complex of stills that were already brewing away, chuckled and thought to herself, “What in the world are we going need all that booze for?”
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Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Hamlet
<unknown> - Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Hamlet
[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
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Originally posted by CaptainBlood:
<STRONG>(Correct me if im wrong then but the second turn adds another rank to the village right? So my first town's pop was split so about 20 went to each, then they both increased to the next rank. 49 each, then I sent 7 from each so I still have two hamlets right (42 population each), then two outposts once those migrants are established.)code:
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Hamlet
<unknown> - Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Hamlet[ May 16, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]</STRONG>
((No, you divided your population on the second turn so neither advanced to a hamlet. At the start of turn three your overall population will be high enough for one of them to advance to a hamlet, or you could found another village. If somone misses a turn then I might upgrade their villages automatically, but really it's along the lines of deciding between upgrading a village, or founding a new one, each turn.
Roughly the populations of each civ should grow at the same rate, give or take a bit here or there. The Roshanians in particular have been dividing their population into very small groups that will take a long time to mature into more populous settlemtns. And untill they do the more hostile races will have a much easier time sacking them.
Now, obviously the strength of individuals in your civ also plays a part. If you have powerful creatures with a large metabolism then you can expect to grow slower than other civs, while smaller creatures that mature faster (and die of old age sooner) can expect to have large populations since their overall presense is less individually.
Now I'm not saying you can't send out another migrant group or two. But if I were you I would be wary about spreading myself too thin. Especially if the Drogar or Pingar prove to be hostile to you.))
~~**Turn 3**~~
"Not much to say this round, my moves are already set." Vime said as his pices continued on their route, the caravan ending it's move at the edge of the lake.
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Raom glanced from side to side, halting Belle as he lifted one forepaw in warning to the other members of the carvan. Dropping the lead on the old wolf, the grizzled Vulpinan levered his head next to the ground and listened intently, oblivious to the nervous looks he recived from his traveling companions.
The youngers confusion turned to worry as the eight wolves began to growl, hackles rising as they formed an outward circle around the group. The youngest, the boy Trae who was hardly old enough to be out of his mothers arms whimpered as his wolf pressed against his side, snarling at the underbrush.
Raom lifted his head and drew his bow, his motions fluid as he let his eyes pick out thier stalkers. One... two... seven... twleve... twenty-four of them. Twenty-four wolves that had been following them for Vime knew how long. Raom felt his years as the shadows that concealed the wolves shift over their pelts.
Speaking in a low voice, the old ranger addressed the others. His eyes locking with theirs for a bare moment as he attempted to impart the severity of their situation to them. "Draw your bows quickly and get close to me. They won't rush us recklessly, but any stragglers will fall to this pack." The old Vulpinan returned his gaze to the forest around him. The wolves had tightened their circle, coming slowly into view like forest sprites... forest sprites with fierce teeth and claws. "Quickly now!"
The youngsters hastened to pull out their weapons, forming an outward-facing circle of bows and spears. Between each Vulpinian one of their own wolves stood, sending it's warning growl towards the larger pack. The wild wolves hesitated as they noted the formation, holding back from attacking as the wickly barbed spears and arrowheads pointed in their diretion.
"Good, good. Now walk together. If we present a dangerous enough target, they won't attack us... provided we don't hurt them either. Together, as one." Raom encouraged, watching carefully as the group made it's way further down the river.
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Kamaran sighed warily as she reached the edge of the plains, the grass before her turning sparse and eventually giving way to sandy dunes before her. Ahead the endless red sands extended for miles, teminating far to the east and north in low moutains.
The only notable mark on the horizen was an obsidian peg far in the distance, hardly a blip in the dry expanse of sand. From as far as she had to be from it, that slab must be huge. A city, perhaps, tens of miles distant in the already blistering heat.
Kara patted her waterskins, the sealed leather echoing slightly with the impact of her hand. They were designed for travel, but this was different. Without water Kara knew she would die in the desert, a god's blessing or no. And while the waterskins were large, Karaman couldn't help feeling that they were not enough.
'Well, no use in wavering now' the vulpinian thought as she jumped down from the low rock she had stood on. The only rock visible for miles. 'If i'm going to make it, I'll make it now. I hope your watching Vime. For I'm going to make you proud you choose me.'
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Hrafn stood in front of the other giants he had brought here, into this (yet) unnamed mountainpeak. On the top of it, they were to build the temple and castle to the grand god. surveying the area he noticed that the first thing needing to be done was roads to Hrafngard and to the top of the peak. It was going to be hard work to even get to the building site. He turned to others and spoke out "Right! we're going to build the castle there, and its going to be hard. i need 4 of you to start quarrying stone from these mountains so that we can start building roads. The rest of you are going to carve those mountainsides so that we have place to build those roads. Get to work!" "i myself am going to climb up there..."
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Taranis, the leader of the outpost group that Hrafn had send surveyed the plains opening in front of him, and liked what he saw. Forests, rivers, food and undoudabtly lesser races inhabitating them. He ordered 2 of his men to go hunting for food, and rest he assigned to woodcutting. They needed some houses, naturally. He himself, was going to start planning out the first raid down to the plains.
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Hrafngard was peaceful. About 25 giants lived there right now, working to start mining the first raw minerals in the area. The oracle was committing a sacrifice when lightning struck into the altar and The fire of Ukko appeared on it. "Oracle. You must form a raid group, i grow tired of these goats that you sacrifice me. go down to the plains and bring in some livestock, loot and if you can... slaves." with a smile and glee oracle responded "Certainly o' grand god... is there any sort of specifics that you have for your new subjects?" "Head south. You should find fitting slaves there." the fire faded and the oracle straightened up. Walking to the village square where some ten giants were leisuring around, he spoke "Our god has spoken and the time has come! You are to head south, where there is supposedly unaware race, just begging for subjugation!" with roaring cheer the giants rushed off to grab their weapons and armors, readying themselves for the raid.
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[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
As the party made its way to the center of the hamlet, Shraal noticed that something was very disturbingly different from what he had expected. It was as if a part of the population had disappeared. There were no children playing among the trees. The adults, however, seemed undisturbed by this.
As Shraal looked around him, he noticed a construction to the south of the hamlet. A small silky dome stood there, with seven curved silky spikes protruding from the top. He immediately recognized it for what it was : a burial chamber. Someone had died while they were away.
Shraal approached the entrance to the tomb and heard voices coming from inside. The children were there, talking to the shadow of the departed. Shraal decided to wait until they were finished, which took several long hours. When at last the dome had emptied he went inside. As expected, in the center of the dome was a large cocoon made of shadow silk attached to the ceiling by seven threads. He knew what was inside the cocoon : the remains of the dead, an anchor for the shadow inside the physical world.
Shraal sat down in front of the cocoon. A shadow appeared. It was the mother of the Haadush triplets who was one of the best when it came to weaving shadow silk.
"Congratulations on your untimely demise." said Shraal."Could you tell me how you died ?"
"Thank you, Lord Shraal. I took my own life for the well-being of Shushaw."
Shraal relaxed. His doubts about his leadership abilities were beginning to dissolve in his mind.
"I applaud your sacrifice, however it was not necessary. I could have taught the children myself."
"I did not kill myself only to be able to educate the children. Lord Shelesh appeared before me and we discussed our numbers. With your return we would have been thirty-two. Which is wrong as it can be divided by too many. Now we are thirty-one and therefore can only be divided by ourselves or by Lord Shelesh."
This made sense. Shraal slowly got up, congratulated the shadow once again, and left the tomb. It is a good number indeed, and it will still be a while before the next generation of Thelash would be born. And this death turned out to be even better than it would usually be. Now the children had a place to go where they could learn.
Shraal remembered the old times, or was it a memory he never had, where children dodged in and out of tombs where they learned from the resident shadows. Later they would be tested by the eleven elder shadows before being considered fully grown adults. A death was always good, the wisdom of the dead often reached the living among the Thelash.
"Hail, and well met, fellow explorers."
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OV looks around the rapidly growing village, pride swelling in the spot his heart would be if he had one. So quickly they had advanced, from merely an outpost to a much larger hamlet. Noting several pringers carrying a boxload of materials heading his way, he heads back inside the building he was leaning against, before going behind the counter and grabbing a hammer. As the pringers carrying the week's shipment come on in, OV leans foward in anticipation. The leader of the small crew comes foward to him, motioning towards the box.
"Got some good loot from the mines for ya, OV. I think we have enough for more pringers to be built. Anyway, we'll lug it over to your prep area so you can get to work."
The small band comes through over to behind the counter, setting the box down, before pulling out their picks and smashing it several times, opening it up enough that OV could easily get the materials as need.
"Ok, boys, let's move out."
The pringers, after quickly saluting OV, sally on out of his shop. OV looks at the current shipment, sighs, and bashes it a couple of times with his hammer, opening it up sufficently. Grabbing some of the materials, he heads over to his anvil and gets to work.
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3 months have passed since his godess ordered Lord Madara with the construction of the ships, and they progressed much faster than he ever dreamt of. 2 ships were constructed already, theit anchors were set in the harbor of Eientei, a quickly growing outpost of 10 Tengu. The third ship was in progress, and another group of Tengu left Mahoyiga in direction of the coast, to build an harbor for the capital.
As trees were cut without a break, and nails were driven into the planks, Madara set upon a stone, dwelling in memories, his eyes set upon the vast sea to the north-west. He was an old man, old even before the twin godess of Sky and Earth made him and immortal. And being an immortal didn't change that, unless for some reason he would "un-age". But of course he wouldn't. He had been to the northern continent before, as a small nestling, when his father was on a trip to sell silk and spice. He remembered the vast plains, the rich forest and even the rough mountains far up on the north. A land that was already claimed. He feared the conflict that might arise from a group of tengu settling there. But war itself was simple. It was diplomacy, a battle hardly anyone ever learned, that took him the most of his live to perfect. And yet it was useless the moment it falls on deaf ears.
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The split head of Kanako and Suwako btoh sneered in unison:"What's with all of you climbing down on the board yourself ? Have a little trust in the little ones. Their determination can suprise even an elder god, and they do quite well, as long as you point them a general direction. And it's not like you don't get your sacrifices up here."
With these words a small cup of fine ricewine appeared in her hand. She took some of Armok's "elves" and threw them into the sea of alcohol, igniting it, then gulping it down greedily.
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The Tower had grown another 30 Metres. If the additional 10 metres are done the Tower would be ready for Leams newest invention. In the east some Roshani there washing Goldnuggest from the Lakes exit.
"Ok turn this Mirror another 15 degree South. Alright fine this would be perfect." Leam spoke to his 2 Friends and 5 other Roshani each at one of the 7 Mirrors.
"Whats that Construction Leam?"
"You Remember that evining on The Beach Aris? This one where Silis lighted the Fire."
"Yeah, but i cant see what this evening has to do with this Aparatus"
"Well let me explain it to you. This is an advanced version of Silis two lenses. the light from the mirrors goes through this dome of glass which focuses it on the the first lense. This lense focuses the light on another lense. Ahmmm ... ah here this Colored one. From those second lense the light would be redirected by an prism. From the prism it goes to this mirrored ... ahm let us call it for instant ... "tube". On the other end of the "tube" is an mirrored iris mechanism which regulates the radius and by the radius the Power of the Ray. Do you understand this?"
"Oh ... i ... Yes i fully understand this."
"Ok and now look behind the Iris are two other Prisms that are atached to mechanisms so i can control the Course of the ray."
"Ok but what could you do what Silis couldnt do with his two lenses?"
"Ah thats the right Question! Do you see that tree 100 Metres south?"
"Yes i can see it."
After 2 seconds sudenly the tree Burst into flames.
"That is what i can do Aris."
"Holy shit! Imagine what it can do to a an Animal."
"Imagine what it can do atached to the tower and with 150 Mirrors swiming on the lake".
"But where you get all the Silver and wood for this Construction. Your Goldmirrors were hard enought to build."
"Yes thats an good question and by the way let me shut down that aparatus i dont want another one melt down."
"One last question Leam. Why do i still have to build that three balistas on the Lake?"
"Sun doesnt shine in the night thats why."
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- Irumathra -
"Nothin to do my dear?"
"No Guarding this place is easy with the Watchtower and the Palisade."
"Then let us have some Lunch"
One Hour later.
"Where are the other Guards anyway?"
"Well, they are all 3 Down in the Field Testing the Ballista this Leam had send us."
"Karatomca has not enought wood for many Bolts as far as i know what are they using as Ammo then?"
"Somis said somthing about Sunburned loamballs"
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The Roshanians in particular have been dividing their population into very small groups that will take a long time to mature into more populous settlemtns. And untill they do the more hostile races will have a much easier time sacking them.
You know my beloved Roshani are divided in a large Group at Karatomca and a little group that does Farming at irumathra for the Guys in Karatomca. The settlements will grow over a longer time but i think because each Woman could hatch 3 - 6 Eggs per year my Culture could grow very powerfull if it grows.
By the way my Roshani arent that much fighters. I see them more like clever Inventors.
I etablish 3 Balistas as defensesystems on the Lake of Karatomca. The lake itself should be as good as a wall.
At Irumathra i have one Balista, a wooden Watchtower and a Palisade.
I have no atacktechs by now better then some Glasstiped Spears and some torsion xbows.
My Suntower as Defsystem isnt ready before turn 6 i think.
Could i raise Irumathra to a Hamlet?
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Ter my hero moves another 2 Tiles along the River.
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
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Nietzsche looked at the two messages. Both Zuidengebied (Southfield) and Westengebied (Westfield) had been fully established. They were now self-sufficient farming outposts which would hopefully produce enough food to keep Buigend Riet supplied for a very long time. This was very good for Nietzsche; it would help him in his quest for leadership. Riet was obviously dead, and the Ipetian needed a strong leader, one who could help them grow and become powerful.
Just then he noticed a carrier pidgin coming towards the grove in which he stood. He held out his hand, and the pidgin obediently flew to it. He recognized it as Swiftword, Reit's messenger. Nietzsche pulled the message off its leg, and it flew to the west, looking for its master. The message was from Riet. He had found what was apparently a perfect place for a city. He went on to say that there was a spring of wine, and that Fenneth had dictated a temple to be built upon it.
Nietzsche was amazed; first that Riet was still alive, and also that he had found a perfect place for a city. Then he came to his senses. Spring of wine? What kind of nonsense was that? If the message was indeed from Riet, then he had obviously gone mad in the endless plains. The fool. He went off in such a grand manner, and now had gone entirely insane. As Nietzsche walked back into what was swiftly becoming a village, he threw the message in a nearby cook fire.
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Riet moved north, away from what would become Wijnfontein. After his encounter with Fenneth, he had drunk until his stomach was completely full of the stuff and he passed out. It had been quite an experience. He had awakened to find that he had been in an alcohol-induced coma for, by what he could tell from the dead campfire, 3 days. But, as the God had promised, no hangover. Still, three days without food or drink had certainly taken their toll. He promised himself to never do such a stupid thing again.
After that, Riet packed his camp and prepared to leave. Originally, it had been his intention to go home, in order to spread the good news. However, he had a strange feeling that there was something important to the north, something he needed to find. Whatever it was, it was urgent. So he sent out Swiftword, in the hopes that someone in the village would have the insight to move out a migration as fast as possible.
Now he was coming to the end of a small, or at least thin, forest. He climbed a tree (not an easy task for an Ipetian) to get a lay of the surrounding land. To the northwest, he saw a flash of light; likely the sun reflecting off some distant object. Looking closer, he saw that there was a lake, with some strange, crystal maybe, coming out of it. He knew that this is what he was intended to find.
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[OOC: So, in sum, the two migrant groups formed two outposts, which, due to their very small numbers, will not grow next turn. However, I would like to request that Buigend Riet be upgraded to a village. Hero moves north two. Quick question, does a diagonal movement count as one move or two?]
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
Diagonal Movement takes one movement.
I'm going though the thread to refigure out where everyone is. I will be posting the current towns shortly.))
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Avecebela - Woodabby : E edge of C forest : Vulpinan : Village
Shushaw - ???????? : NE Forest : Thelashin : Town
Karatomca - ???????? : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Village
Irumathra - ???????? : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Outpost
BuigendRiet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Westengebied - Westfield : W of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Outpost
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Outpost
Hrafngard - ??????? : N Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : S of Hrafngard : Giant : Outpost
Mayohiga - ??????? : S moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
Eientei - ??????? : E of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost
(Wood-gathering camp) : N of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost-Camp
Berseg - Might of the Mountains : SE Mountains : Drogar : Hamlet
Mutheithru - Campcastle : N Desert : Dracon : Outpost
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : N edge of E Moutains : Pringer : Town
(( Updated the current settlement list. I felt it appropriate to post it here. If you see anything missing let me know. The village sizes are correct. Xotes Pringer joined the last, but even still they arrived on turn 1 and are as advanced as the rest. The Thelash mining crew has returned to their village, making it large enough time-wise to be considered a Thelash town. Migrant groups that are currently moving (like my own) count towards a overall population level without being listed. I did list the deforestation crew because they havn't moved in over a turn.
Gods who have moved this turn so far are Vime, Ukko, Shrall, Xotes, Koneko/Swako, Issa, and Fenneth.))
Kira stood atop the peak and admired the view. She could barely make out the outpost of Loka to the south and she could see a tower a long distance away to the Northeast
"What 'outcropping of rocks'?" she thought as she decided to head for the tower.
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..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣R♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻/⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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Just about to jump from the ledge of a small boulder, she noticed an odd situation taking place below. There were six of the shortest and hairiest creatures she had ever seen talking with the largest hairless metal creature she had ever seen. A lot of firsts for her today.
Kira moved closer while darting to and from shrubs and rocks, staying out of sight. Once behind a large bush near enough to listen, she realized the large metal bird had to be at least 4 times her size. She remembered what Hanabira had told her, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the open.
She approached as confident as she could and attempted a cheerful yell towards the group,
"Hullo!"
quote:
Originally posted by Nhiphanter:
<STRONG>(just came to my mind after reading of our first interracial meeting, i suppose that conversations and such can be done anytime and saying something like "hello" will not take one turn since turn is several months.)</STRONG>
(Yeah I agree. I think an initial greeting is necessary tho to give the other players the option of attacking you or greeting you in return.)
IE
Elf: Hello there, we come in peace!
Giant: Hey little short person
OR
Elf: Hello there, we come in peace!
Giant: YOU SPEAK LIES!!!! LIEEESS!!!!! (Giants then set little elves on fire)
(EDIT: Oh and the other Koneko outpost is called Loka)
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
At Youh's request I have sent a constructor group to the north to establish an outpost on the river. With that outpost we should be able to increase our food and water supplies significantly. It seems somewhat cooler in this area than what we are used to so I have ordered buildings to be built with extra insulation.
I have no idea what season it is. We could be setting up in an area that freezes part of the year or we could be in the dead of winter and this is as cold as it gets.
No sign of the ambassador we are expecting yet. Youh neglected to mention what direction to expect them from so our scouts are not able to cover the area as efficiently as I would have hoped.
We have discovered some iron in the nearby hills that we are quarrying for stone, and our dracoroot farms are doing well, but we lack any significant sources of charcoal so we have been unable to produce large amounts of our enhanced iron. We will need a forest for lumber or high mountains for coal if we wish to begin any major metalworking.
I am getting tired of this constant bookkeeping and will lead an expedition to the mountains to the north once the settlement can handle itself. The high summoner has requested that I have his new apprentice accompany me. I have agreed. The student will not be able to improve his power with control of only minor desert sand devils and the ones the last apprentice could call were extremely useful.
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.♣♣..♣R♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω☻/⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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OOC: The migrant group is building a bridge on that river and an outpost on the banks. I abstracted the scouting parties but they are basically just four squads of one or two military dracon flying one tile out from the settlement, looking around then flying one tile back into the settlement. They are currently under orders to carry extra supplies in case of (sand)storms or other such unfortunate things.
"Hey, we haven't even named this place yet! I'll put an end to that, right now!"
With that, OV stormed out of the smithy, before slapping a couple pringers and sending them to spread the word of a meeting.
*One Hour Later*
OV appraisingly looked over what was basically the town council, with pringers of all shapes, colors and sizes assembled. He steps foward and slams the table he was standing behind.
"Friends, I've gathered you here today on discussing what to name our little town, seeing as we've been here for... Hey, how long HAVE we been here? Well, no matter. I vote for naming our town... The Hub. Who's with me?"
Almost no argument is raised against OV's suggestion, and what little there was was quickly shot down. OV spun around once in success, before facing the comittee again.
"All right, by unanimous vote, this town's name is The Hub!"
Loud cheering erupts almost immediately at the announcement, while OV claps in a self-congratulatory manner.
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X-2 is once again surprised, this time by the Konekan's sudden appearance, before standing up to his full height and facing her.
"Hail, fellow explorer. The Flippers of Authority greet you."
[ May 17, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
Vime grinned as he brought his eyes level with the board, his hands gripping the mountains that ringed the edge as he closly examined the three tokens on the eastern edge. "I can't make it out, but it looks like they haven't gotten very far." He said matter-of-factly, watching as the three individuals carefully regarded each other for two months of their own time.
"What are you guys going to have them do?" He asked, picking his head up and looking at Hanabira squarly, a sparkle making it's way into his warm, ever-shifting iris as the turn indicator flashed on the screen above.
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Kara panted in freezing night, her warm breath condensing in the icy air. Grimly she held her arms around the thin cloth tied about her swollen waist, fighting vigerously as she staggered over yet another dune, one after another.
Her lips were parched, but Kara dared not drink from her rapidly lightening waterskins. Every sip of water was as rationed as she trudged across the sands, carefully measured out so that it would last. If she indulged herself and drank water now, she would have none for later when she truely needed it. And now if she let herself die to the elements, Karaman would be killing more than one.
Kara's eyes stayed fixed upon the glimmering obelisk in the distance, the stone shining softly against the smooth stone. It was larger now, but only just. Three months of travel over these blasted dunes, every moment spent carefully rationing water, or hunting down the small plants that might contain enough water conserve another half a day's rations of water or food, had increased its size only marginally.
Still, she had to go on. Kara couldn't stop now, else she would die out here. Weakened by her child, by her thirst, and by hunger she would die if she didn't reach that shining stone soon. She would die, and her people would have no hope. She only hoped that these people were worth all of this.
There were no more plants anymore. Just the sand and the sky.
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"Heh-eh... i think i have just the plan for that glass tower of yers... Issha" Moving his pieces and causing a storm in the empty sea, just for the fun of it.
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The roads were getting done and the quarries set up. Soon, Hrafn could finally move on to building the main project. "Start carrying those stones to the mountain! We have no excess time to use in this!"
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Deep beneath Hrafngard, in the bowels of the ironmines.
"Hrothgar! come here, quick! i think ive found something!" "Allright, allright... what is it then, more mica?" The other giant sneered at Hrothgar and showed him. Before them, was a wall of something pitch black, and it was glinting in the light of the flickering torch. "We better get The oracle down here, he knows these things."
Soon, The oracle was scurried in the shaft. Examining the newfound material, he chuckled to himself and turned. "My dear friends... you have just done a very valuable service for us. For this here, is obsidian..." The miners smiled with glee, alredy dreaming of the riches theyd be showered with. The oracle quickly broke that dream. "GET TO WORK! If there's a magmavent somewhere in there, i want it to be FOUND! If i catch any of you workers lazing for now, YE will be the next sacrifice for the Grand god!" Marching through the mines and allocating all workers to the new site, The oracle smiled to himself and thought of power this new finding would bring him... yeesss... soon, HE would be The Grand gods favored one!
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Taranis walked around the new Ballista his carpenters and siege engineers had build. It was curious contraption, since instead of one, it could fire two arrows at once. The drawback was, it was somewhat slower to reload than a ordinary ballista. Newertheless, building even 4 of these would allow a quick and deadly barrage of bolts. "I want this to be situated in the gatehouse of the palisade, and build some more. We're going to arm the towers with these too." with that, he walked to town hall and sat on his desk. One more important matter was bothering him. What would be this settlements name?
After hours of thought...
"I shall name it, Uthargeshud, First Fortress!"
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The raid group had finally reached the last of the mountains and gazed down into the plains. Ragndir, the self-imposed leader of the group looked west and was baffled. "what in the name of The grand god is that?!" In the faraway lake, there rose a glinting tower of green. Immeadiately the giants attention was turned to the bustling rafts in the lake. "Well... will you look at that. Sadly our direction was directly to the south, and im not going to question The oracles orders..." shivering of thought he continued "You know what he's like..." They started descending to the plains. Soon, the trekking would hopefully be much faster.
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[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Nietzsche wasn't entirely comfortable in his new position, though. The note from Riet haunted his memories. What if Riet came back? What would happen then? Who would rule? The Ipetians had no real governmental system, no way to choose a leader. Nietzsche dismissed these thoughts with his own assurances that Riet was dead, or perhaps he sat babbling next to his "Spring of Wine." It mattered not. What mattered were his new plans for the east...
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Riet had been moving NW for quite some time now, getting ever closer to the lake, and whatever lay upon it. He had noticed what appeared to be a village on the edge of the lake, and had made towards it.
Now, Riet found himself confronted with a group of beings unlike any he had ever seen, and was at a loss of what to do. He was confident that he could run away if needed. These creatures, while certainly not clumsy, didn't look like they could muster the speed of a fully grown Ipetian. Still, best to be cautious. Riet raised his hand in the traditional Ipetian greeting, and said, "Hail to thee, masters of this land. I am Riet, servant of Fenneth and leader of the Ipetians. May your minds be filled with peace and your harts with joy."
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Fenneth looked over to Issha, stroked his beard, and commented, "Well now, where do you think this will go?"
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
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♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣≡♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
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♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── ─≈≈≈──┐♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δ──────X...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
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.♣♣..♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑Ω⌂/⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈░░≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈░░░≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲.≡.♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈T≡.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂¥»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[OOC: I contest the idea that the Giant raiders can move two tiles a turn. After all, there was the preferred terrain for a reason. Yes, it is a raid group, and theoretically built for speed, but currently, several heroes are acting as scouts; they should be able to move even faster than a raid and are limited at two tiles a turn.
On a different note, I wasn't sure what to do when a hero enters a settlement since / is reserved for multiple heroes, so I just left Riet off to the side. If anyone has a clever solution, please enact it.]
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.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈░░≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Lord Madara contently stroke his bread, admiring the work he had done in such a short amount of time. The complete northern coast was now devoid of trees, soon to be made farmland for the ever growing population of Tengu. The wood gathering camp was turned into a harbor, and eventhough it was miles away from the capital, it was considered part of it.
"When will we travel across the sea, my lord?", adressed him Sanae, his daugther, and shrinemaiden of Eientei. Even by human standards, she was beautiful, her beauty only to be tainted by her more than a hand long nose, which for the Tengu, only made her even prettier. She had been anxious ever since her father told her that it would be her, who would lead on of migrant ships towards the east. Near to the coast was a high mountainrange that blocked the caravans way, leaving them with no choice but travel along the coast. A settlement right on such an important trading route would grow and prosper fast, impossible to give up that opportunity.
"Not before the new years festival in a few months, my dear. This sea is dangerous, and we still need the blessing of the godess before we can safely traverse it."
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As the pieces on the board moved on their own, Suwako was not paying attention. She snatched one of Armoks elves (the non-burning kind) and let it roam free on the ground. She pretended she was going to smash him with her finger, but always missed him on purpose, as he ran for his afterlife. With a giggle, she let her whole palm soar down on the elf, missing him again, as he crouched between the gap between her fingers. His whole body was shivering, and even as he was already dead, he continued sending prayers to his gods. Suwako moved her ear towards the elf, and suddenly her giggle stopped. She snatched the elf between two finger and threw him high into the sky, only to let him explode on the ground.
"Wrong name, little one. Wrong name."
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OOC: The northern settlement has no name of it#s own, it's simply Mohyigas harbor. The 3 tiles at the top of the island, previously palm-forest tiles are now plain tiles.
What is the moving speed of ships ?
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
- Some time later -
"By Issha what is this Creature?"
"I dont know? Do you think it is sentient?"
"Hail to thee, masters of this land. I am Riet, servant of Fenneth and leader of the Ipetians. May your minds be filled with peace and your harts with joy." said the strange creature.
"Obvisyli it is Aris." and louder, on Ipetian, said Leam to Riet "Hello im Leam Highpriest of the Roshani and Mayor of Caratomca the City on the Lake. Let us go to my Raft and have some drink and Conversation"
"Leam since then do you speak this language?"
"I dont know."
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Karatomca is a Bunch of Rafts on the lake only some Workshops (mainly carpenters and Classmakers) are on the beach.
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Originally posted by Heph:
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Karatomca is a Bunch of Rafts on the lake only some Workshops (mainly carpenters and Classmakers) are on the beach.</STRONG>
oh, looks like i need to edit my post a bit then...
"There must be something wrong with that display. No way Shushaw is a town. Now let's see, I push that button, turn this dial, and... at the beginning of turn 4, Shushaw was but a village counting 56 people. Good, that seems correct.
"Though that is soon going to change." added Shelesh pointing at the north-bound caravan going out of Shushaw.
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Shraal sat silently in his silky office and pondered recent events. Since they had been able to make some tools, life had been much easier. Now most of their homes had their own cellars where blood was stored. They had also been able to cut trees and buid a corral where captured deer was being bred for the purpose of producing even more blood. They had even started to build a road up to the mining area in the northern mountains. Even the ram had been improved, or at least would be improved once they recover it.
Now he was considering the good that would come out of his decision of turning that mining area into somtehing more permanent : a fortress. Wagons had already been sent with the best masons and engineers. The first expedition amounted to 13 people, with 43 remaining behind. Shushaw, or Shushaw Shesh as it was going to be known as from now on, would supply food to Shushaw Hath.
The choice of a leader for Shushaw Hath has been an obvious one as the Haadush triplets had begun to show unusual abilities for a Thelash but far from unexpected. For a start, all three were able to get their name from the elder shadows at a very early age. Shel, Helesh, Thlash were the names they got from their ceremony.
But their most unusual ability will be their power to communicate with each other over long distances. All three showed that ability, but Shel, being the first to pass before the shadows was to be the leader of Shushaw Hath. Helesh and Thlash would remain in Shushaw Shesh for the time being. Thlash, even though he was born mute, had begun to show another unusual ability : he was able to communicate with others by sending images straight into their minds and reading those images out of the words people spoke. This will be most useful when the need for a diplomat arises.
Diplomats, like in the old times, remembered Shraal. The Thelash, though unwilling to get involved in the affairs of other races, had been able to swindle so many secrets. Metallurgy and masonry from dwarves, woodworking from elves, agriculture, hunting, boating and trade from humans, discretion and poisons from kobolds and even the secrets of the Creation out of the demonic masters of the goblins. Shraal hoped with all his heart that this world would not turn out to be devoid of sentient life.
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Shushaw Shesh - ???????? : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43) : Shraal
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>Shelesh spoke once again, this time to Vime."For a deity you don't seem to listen too much, nor are you good at mathematics. I thought I had told you how slowly my people bred. I am afraid but at the beginning of turn 4, Shushaw was but a village counting 56 people.
"Though that is soon going to change." added Shelesh pointing at the north-bound caravan going out of Shushaw.
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Vime turned his head to Shalesh, the first time he had done so in several turns with a puzzled and hurt look. "What do you mean? I havn't touched Shushaw's entry since adding it on turn one. The display updates as it sees fit according to your populations relative size, I do not have any control over it."
Turning his gaze back to the small vulpinian token that trudged across the desert slowly, approaching the small settlement that was surrounded by a ring of Dracon soldiers who scoured the immediate surroundings with vigor, the golden god smiled enigmicly.
((Try to keep ooc and ic god chat seperate Istarian.Calling out my god, who had no part in a table that I'm keeping track of for the sole benefit of the players (As in, the posters. Not the gods we are acting).
I'm trying to keep track of every civ as best I can. If I make a mistake in either the map or the settlement list just let me know. Don't go throwing around insults.))
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
An older dracon squints in the sunlight trying to make out what his younger squadmate sees. "What does it look like to you?" He says, trying to hide his weakened vision as a lesson. If the commander knew his vision was fading he would likely be forced to retire.
"It looks like a small tent, but why would anyone camp during the day?"
"Other races can't handle the heat like we can, so they travel at night." After a moment's flight so that he too could clearly see the size of the camp he began to look a little worried. "That's downright tiny. Kal, head back to Campcastle and report our findings, they may be who we are looking for. Inform the high priest as well, they may require healing if they had a run in with one of the giant desert scorpions."
"Yes, Sir." Kal said, falling back into military protocol at the sound of the order before quickly pulling a wide turn and flying back to the north.
"To think," Erois mused, "we wouldn't be still out here today if the kid hadn't have won that bet. First time in 3 years that he beat me in a game of chess."
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The old military dracon throws up a little sand with the downdraft of his wings as he lands a small distance from the campsite, careful not to upset anything.
"Hail explorer! I am Lieutenant Erois Firelake, of Campcastle the city to the north. Do you need assistance? I have fresh meat and water."
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..♣♣δR.♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
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OOC) Erois isn't a hero so I kept him in a separate tile. He is armed and probably looks quite imposing but is trying to appear as friendly as possible. And since I didn't mention it, Dracon average about 6 feet tall. (*Looks up a conversion program to make up for his american-ness*) Which is 1.8288 meters to the rest of the world.
And I also updated my map, as I oblviously made a mistake while copying.))
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
"I understand your desire for a peacefull living Riet. Also trade between your people and my people should be no problem i think. Forming an alliance between our Civiliastions is an interesting offering but we know nothing about your Kind so i think tradeding Embassors should do it for now. Maybe you could lead our Ambassor Silis and his servants to your Homeland as first Gift of friendship?"
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Ooc: Silis, now Ambassor and his servants would be 15 Roshani - enought to create an outpost so if Riet takes them back none of my settlements should grow in turn 4. If Riet does not take them Irumathra should grow to a Hamlet.
Ter my Hero moves one tile North and one tile east.
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[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Nhiphanter, your giants are unused to travelling across open ground. While they may be familier with mountains and hills, the plains have different hazards that they are unfamilier with and would slow them down. Sinkholes, marshy ground, even a fear of open spaces (which actually DOES happen IRL. I live in a semi-mountanous/forested area. One time I visited the Great Plains region and I was totally dumbfounded by the sheer oppenness of it. When your out on a road that seems to extend forever in both directions, you get disoriented and dizzy fast. The same with your giants on plains.), not knowing how to forage and hunt as efficiently as your favored terrain, etc. Your giants wouldn't move any faster over plains.))
The sound of a distant voice not unlike the roar of the sands woke Kara, pulling her out of her feverish dreams with a jolt. It was hot, sweltering. The oaken pole she had used as a support for her tent... if it could be called that, a piece of hide held up by a stick and prevented from blowing away by bags filled with sand on every edge, groaned as the heat twisted it. The worn leather of her shelter letting pinpricks of light in to land against her thickening body. Fighting the inertia that attempted to make the vulpinian simply ignore the voice and return to sleeping, Karaman rolled over and lifted the edge of her shelter.
Kara froze as she saw the Dracon, her eyes growing wide. The massive reptile stood well over her, a cool intelligence in it's eyes as stalked only a few metres away from her camp. Sharp teeth, long fierce claws, twisted horns that rose to the heavens, all topped by a pair of thick, scaled wings. This creature was a killing machine, build and bred to hunt down and destroy those foolish enoug to cross the dunes. Like a demons of the old world it stood there, staring intently at her campsite as if waiting for something.
Karaman made to fight, raising on her hindpaws and pulling her staff free from the tent, tossing the leather cover aside with a quick shove. This beast, whatever it was, would not get a meal so readily. Cursing, Kara prepared herself to die fighting. She wouldn't give herself up this easily.
It was then that she noticed the Dracon's equipment. Karaman hesitated, swaying slightly as her internal burden began to betry her combat stance. With a scramble she plunged the end of the oaken staff into the ground, leaning against it heavily. Quietly she stared down the draconic creature before calling back, "Wh...who.... what are you?"
Observes the game, occasionally eating some !!elves!!. Looks at the elves as if pondering something about them.
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<STRONG>((Two turns ago, when she met with her god. Literally. Each turn is at minimum a few months so she's quite far into the pregnancy now.))</STRONG>
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Kavar again found himself overseeing the construction of an out post. His one-time wood camp had soon cleared enough room for buildings. The original woodworkers here had already dug themselves little undergound homes, each with doors leading straight to the surface. A few of these workers had gone home to their families, others simply remained here, seeing that it was as good a life as any. And the sea's bounty was open to them - delicious salted fish for break feast, lunch and dinner!
A few above ground buildings were now being set up, their foundations in place. And back at the capital, a sturdy palisade wall was in place. While Kavar's conversation with the Pringer leader led him to believe that peace between them would be sustained, his warriors desperately wanted true battle in the name of Tzen. Perhaps they would get their wish soon, if the need arose for war, Kavar would gladly take it.
But for now, the sea was what truly mattered to him. And what of the lands beyond it? If there were any... perhaps it would be worth exploring. But in order to such... they would need a ship.
Kavar smiled, and began climbing down from his perch atop a pine.
"Alright, fall behind me me. We're going straight to Sigslor. Seabounty..."
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Avecebela - Woodabby : E edge of C forest : Vulpinan : Town
Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43)
Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Village
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Outpost
BuigendRiet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Westengebied - Westfield : W of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Hamlet
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Outpost
Hrafngard : N Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
Uthargeshud - First Fortress: S of Hrafngard : Giant : Hamlet
Mayohiga : S moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
Eientei : E of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost
Mayohiga Harbor : N of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost
Berseg - Might of the Mountains : SE Mountains : Drogar : Village
Sigslor - Seabounty :SE Forest/Coast : Drogar : Outpost
Mutheithru - Campcastle : N Desert : Dracon : Village
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : River N of Mutheithru : Dracon : Outpost
The Hub - The Hub : N edge of E Moutains : Pringer : Town
[OOC]We are considering the center double-tildes to be seas, correct? Seems too big to be a lake...[/OOC]
The dracon kneels, both in respect for the creature before him that resembles what to expect of the ambassador(though a tad smaller than expected) and in an attempt to look less like a threat.
"Sorry to startle you, milady. I am a Dracon scout from the city to the north. We are expecting a visitor from outside the desert so we were on watch." He unties his waterskin from his belt and offers it to the Vulpinan, "I would assume you are that visitor since there is little of interest here other than our city." He points to the large stone to the north.
"If you would like, I can escort you there. I have more than enough food and water for both of us." After glancing at the Vulpinan's swollen belly he also adds, "We also have a skilled healer at our city. Though she only has experience with our kind I'm sure she will be able to help you as well."
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Originally posted by Armok:
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(( :eek: I thought you were just hugging! ...wait that must mean that YOU...))</STRONG>
((Oh Armok you innocent blood god. What do you think?))
Karman relaxed slightly as the dracon spoke, his great voice like thunder rising over a easternly wind. Her fear rapidly became replaced by curiosity as she surveyed his equipment, facinated by the worn winding silver inlay in his metallic gear. At first it had seemed a part of him, the faintly rusted metal blending neatly with his scales.
"I am no lady sir Dracon, just an explorer, and I..." The Vulpinan paused for a moment, her hand flying to her waist as he eyes widened in suprise, "... I would be honored to have you as a travelling companion. What is your name?"
"Hello Ter." spoke Issha.
"Go away." replied Ter.
"I have news for you."
"Do you? Then do me a favour and leav ... ."
"There are Powers in this world" spoke Ishaa by interrupting Ter.
"This isn't my issue."
"Your are my hero i could command you to do it."
"Yes i am your hero and for this i hate you since 3429 years 2 Months 15 Days and some hours."
"Your still counting?" Asked Issha wondering.
"Yes i am. For you as Walker, Instructor, Creator, GOD or how you would name that state TIME isnt that much important isnt it?."
"Well, time is most times anoying"
"I hadnt heard of you in 3 centuries!"
"Than please excuse that."
"I have nothing to excuse! If i could turn back time i would KILL YOU before you become like this."
"I could ..."
"Yeah i know you could! You could do almost everything! It wouldn't make anything better you know."
"It would make most things worse."
"How cold blooded you can say that, maybe your overrating your position Issha."
"Fact is that the Humans ..."
"The humans. That obsession again! If nothing this is your excuse for all what happened! I wish some Human could get his Biomechanical enhanced grip on your throat."
"Fine seek them by yourself do with them what you want to do with them. I command you to invoke me in another 3 Months."
Issha disappeared.
"Awww comon that is cheating!" shouted Ter to the sun.
Ter was sitting in the Moonlight for 3 hours now. He could feel the gathering of the forces in this world and he could read that oily stench in air. He was pleased by that stench and then Isshas last Words were forced to his mind "seek them by yourself". Maybe his foe hadn't known it but this was a direct Command too him. Oh how he hated that Command rule.
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
"Certainly, an ambassador would be an excellent idea. The going would be slow, since your people are not well suited to my terrain. Nevertheless, an exchange of ideas and friendship would be welcome."
After a moment he realized he forgot something, "Oh listen to this old fart ramble... I'm sorry, what is your name?"
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Youh listening in on the conversation smiles happily. "Wow, theyre getting along pretty well." He points at the old dracon and adds an additional comment "And I like him. These guys are usually really serious around folks they don't know. Except for that greeting, he seems like he would be a good follower of the banana. I'll have to write down that 'Old Fart' saying too. It would do well in one of my books."
[ May 18, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Name: Imp, Steward of knowledge
Spheres: cunning, battle, ingenuity, knowledge, the forge
Race: Valtan
Civ: The White Wheel
Site type: lake/sea shores, any body of water
Hero Symbol: C
Army Symbol: c
Settlement Symbol: $
The Valtans are a bipedal race of sentient canids, similar to coyotes in appearance. They stand anywhere from 4.5 to 6 feet in height.
The Valtans are primarily a race of scholars and engineers, dedicating much of their resources to the pursuit of knowledge in all fields, from architecture and the arts to strategy and combat. In diplomatic relations, they tend to trade in this accumulated information rather than material goods.
On land, Valtan warriors are excellent marksmen, specializing with various types of bows, crossbows, and javelins. They are not as proficient at melee combat, but still a formidable force. They also make excellent use of chariots and other forms of mounted cavalry. On the tactical level, Valtans are unsuited for open frontal assault, preferring ambushing tactics and, to some extent, urban combat. They are most proficient at dug-in offensive or defensives and siegebreaking.
Whereas Valtans play a primarily defensive role on land, their naval assets are an entirely different story. Valtan war vessels are truly a sight to behold. They are fast, maneuverable, and heavily armed. Valtan fleets strike quickly and precisely at the very heart of the enemy.
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Flavvius looked out across the sea, watching the small fishing dories as they hauled in the day’s catch. He allowed his mind to wander. He thought of his people’s previous encounters: Imp had guided and protected them in their encounters with the bearded ones in the old days, but would he be so helpful in the future, here in this strange, new world? Perhaps time would tell? But what did he know, he was an engineer, not a philosopher or a priest. As for their former foes, there had been no sign of them since their arrival, and if they did, Morindus and his men would deal with that. For now, Flavvius had nothing to worry about…
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Avecebela - Woodabby : E edge of C forest : Vulpinan : Town
Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43)
Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Village
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Outpost
BuigendRiet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest : Ipetian : Hamlet
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Westengebied - Westfield : W of BuigendRiet : Ipetian : Outpost
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Hamlet
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Outpost
Hrafngard : N Moutains : Giant : Hamlet
Uthargeshud - First Fortress: S of Hrafngard : Giant : Hamlet
Mayohiga : S moutain range : Tengu : Hamlet
Eientei : E of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost
Mayohiga Harbor : N of Mayohiga : Tengu : Outpost
Berseg - Might of the Mountains : SE Mountains : Drogar : Village
Sigslor - Seabounty :SE Forest/Coast : Drogar : Outpost
Mutheithru - Campcastle : N Desert : Dracon : Village
<Unamed> - <Unamed> : River N of Mutheithru : Dracon : Outpost
The Hub - The Hub : N edge of E Moutains : Pringer : Town
Zurinth : W coast of S sea? : Valtan :Outpost
(EDIT: Fixed the page. That's what I get for typing up in word before I post.)
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The vulpinan reached over with her left hindpaw, using the digits on it to straighten out the leather tarp as she talked. The digits on the foot neatly folding and rolling it up. For the first time in months Kara felt invigorated, excited as she pulled the tightly rolled canvas up and placed it in it's components on her harness, her eyes never leaving the old dracon.
"Not to say yer fat or anything, er, well you are kinda big right now- er, but it's not- well, you know what I mean." he stutters scratching the back of his head. "If my wife was here she would kill me for saying that." he says with a little laugh.
"Anyway if our summoner was here he could call a wind spirit for us. He had to go search out a hurricane to command it. It's a big colorful bird the size of a Roc, it could carry us back in a heartbeat, but I'm afraid we will have to walk for now."
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And for now I am proud to offer you something called "Plains spirit" which we got from our outpost Irumathra. Its an very powerful booze if heard."
Riet smiled widely at the mention of liquor. He hadn't had a real drink since that wild night with Fenneth. "Indeed, let us drink to the prosperity of our peoples, may we grow together in peace and harmony!" The "Plains Spirit" was excellent, and Fenneth drank a fair helping.
As they were drinking, Fenneth mentioned to Leam, "I will send an ambassador to your great city as soon as I return home. By the way, you mentioned your ambassador would be bringing servants. How many?" When he learned that his group would be 16 in all, he laughed. The more, the merrier. We will hold a great feast when we arrive for the honor of the 15."
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Fenneth looked over at Issha and said, "They look like their getting along quite nicely."
[OOC:So, since the ambassador and his party will be traveling with Riet, I'll just use his symbol to show the entire party. Also, we will be moving with the speed of the slowest member.]
Erois shivers a little bit as the sun starts going down and pulls a bundle off of his back and begins to unroll it. The bundle seems to be generating it's own heat. After a moment he stops and covers it from view with a light cloth blanket "Sorry, this material is kinda a big secret from our homeland. I'm not supposed to show it to anyone." he lies.
He finishes unrolling it under the blanket and drapes the whole thing over his body like a cloak, tucking his wings in underneath it and the blanket covering the whole thing. Though for a moment a glance of a bright red glowing animal pelt is seen. "Sorry about that, I can't survive the cold nights unprotected, this stuff protects me."
He continues with the description, trying to avoid allowing an opportunity for questions about the cloak. "Anyway the summoners can call these spirits anytime after the ritual and they can go as far away from the summoner as necessary to accomplish the mission the summoner gave them. The summoner can even have as many called as he or she wants at one time, however they share the same energy pool. They can choose to call one very powerful, near immortal creature or many weaker ones..."
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Youh slaps his face in exasperation when he sees the cloak. "I should have known a veteran like him would have one of those... Why didn't I have the young one stay and the older one go back? If that goes badly it could be on of the single biggest faux pas I have ever seen"
OOC) The pelt is a somewhat recent addition to the race's flavor since I started playing DF. But I couldn't think of any other way to explain the non hero being relatively safe in the cold. Some time ago I wanted to mod in a animal leather that protects the wearer from cold temperatures by having a high fixed temp. The dracon race has a rather brutal colddamage point and an ambush at night in a temperate area spelled instant death because of it. The leather solved that problem. And what kind of animal do you get this superleather from? ...A breed of fox.
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Kara panted as she struggled to keep up the lope set by Erois. While he certainly could fly faster than she could walk, he was forced to keep on the ground in order to keep his word. Even travelling like this however, the dracon was far more suited to manuverability over this terrain. His feet were webbed faintly, just enough that he didn't sink into the sand as the vulpinan did, and a transparant inner eyelid kept his eyes from watering in the dry air. The heat of the day he seemed to transform into kinetic energy just as his metabolism burned the sugars in his rations, and at night his special bundle provided him with heat.
However, Kara steadfastly didn't complain. She fought hard and kept pace with her companion. By keeping her pace at a low and comfortable lope as they crossed dune after sandy dune she prevented herself from falling behind.For food, The rations that Erios has brought with him had fully replenished her dwindleing supply, although the dried meat was tough and nearly tasteless after long exposure to the heat. Her body ached from the exertion, and her condition, but she refused to let any discomfort show as they continued on.
"How much further?" Kara asked as they crested another dune, talking as she ran to take her mind off running, away from the dry air and her breath that condensed in a second before blowing back past her bobbing head, and away from the distracting movements of the child she bore.
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Raom felt satisfaction as he stood on the an outcrop on the western bank of the Lea'alu lake.He felt pride as he sipped at his cider, watching as his companions carefully dug out a fifth home in the hard loam the covered the floor of the Odeave. True to the vulpinan code, nothing was wasted when a home was built: The majority of the structure was underground, dug into the soft loam with wooden shovels tipped with a valuable flint stone. For a smaller home, the only entrance would be a small hatchway that would lead into a small central room that served as both a kitchen and a dining area. From there rooms would extend as needed by the owner, carefully planned so that the layout would be easy for the owner of the house to use, as well as not to accidentally run into another home. Where it could suffice, eath could be used as building material, but that wasn't always the case. When existing walls did not suffice, or a mistake was made a tree would be cut down in order to fill the gap.
However, the Vulpinans were not reckless. When a tree was removed, it was cut down carefully so that it would not damage the others when it fell. Every portion of the tree was used: The bark was soaked and mashed into a fine paste, then pressed into parchment for maps and documents. The sap was carefully drawn out and boiled to a syrup, after all, few plants had any toxin dangerous to a Vulpin. Branches and arrows or part of lightweight furniture, while the root system would become a cieling for another building. What wasn't suitable for any other use was donated for campfires or crafts. Even the logs themselves, when fully processed, were carefully measured and scruitinzed before they were cut into timber. Every centimeter of the log that could be used, was used, for the Vulpinans hate loss and waste more than anything else.
Raom grinned as he pulled a spare shovel from the pile nearby and put the empty cider jug in it's place. His break was over already, and there were still three more houses to dig out here in Lilacebela.
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Vime laughed as he watched Youh's antics, his teeth pulling into a wide canine grin as the turn counter increased again and the tokens moved. "Give the old man some credit Youh, he covered his faux pas up exceptionally well considering. What would you have had him do? Start to freeze as night fell? I, for one, am glad he has it."
Sobering up slightly, the golden fox reached elsewhere and pulled out a bundle of grapes. Carefully pulling the thick fruit from the vine and popping it in his mouth with abandon. "Care for one?" He asked Youh lightly, leaning back in his chair, "Fresh from the vineyard, these are. I got a real bargin for them too."
((Edit: Some time has to pass between turns. So I tried to wrap up our interaction from turn 4 as quickly as possible without making it seem strained.))
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Rather well, considering the difficulties we are experiencing. Those pesky grizzly bears are reather an annoyance, especially since that cave you left the ram in was one of their lairs. It took a while to get their droppings' horrible smell out of it. thought Shel as he watched the ram being rolled out of the outpost.
What about that wall I suggested ? Is it built ?
Oh, the wall, right ? It's on its way. We are mining as much rock as we can. It should be finished in a couple of months. You really should be the one in charge here, instead of me, Helesh.
Images swirled through their minds. A bridge over a chasm dominating a river. The bridge is unfinished. Images of stones, many stones. A road, progressively being paved.
And hello to you too, Thlash. Don't worry, your road is still a priority, so you get the best stones. Lord Shraal wants the road between Shesh and Hath finished soon thought Shel.
Helesh's conversation was interrupted by Shraal.
"How goes the defensive planning for Shushaw Shesh ?"
"I am nearly done establishing the huge shadow webs in the surrounding forests. Giant spiders have begun nesting there. If someone wishes to enter our city, they will need a guide to avoid sudden death. That or the ability to fly. Have the scholars finished their calculations ?"
"Indeed they have. At first the position of these new stars we are not used to was slightly confusing, but now we have an accurate map of this world. We will soon have a good idea of where we can find other civilisations. What are you going to do when you finish the defenses ?"
"I have the idea of portals between our cities. This way we will be able to transport resources without using dangerous roads. They will their power directly form the land...."
Shraal lost track of the conversation as another memory of the old world pushed into his mind.
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The Grand Council, supreme rulers of the Thelash were listening to Shraal's master as he delivered his speech on the doom of the Thelash.
"...now every single race, even our allies and friends, have united against us. Already two of our cities have been burned to the ground. We have no choice. I ask the Council to evacuate."
"Where to ? There is no place for us to go in this world where we will be safe." said a Councilmember
"The portals we use to transport resources can be modified to open on another world. We will be able to start again, far away from here, where the races living here will not be able to hit us."
"Your plan is interesting, but it implies the sacrifice of our population for one of us to be granted divine powers. And we are not even sure it will work." said another Councilmember
"I know it will work. I have tested it on my assistant here. All tests show that he is now immune to the effects of time. Now imagine what kind of powers would be granted when the whole Thelash race sacrifices itself."
"We will think about that, Lord Shelesh."
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With that, the memory faded.
"If you finish your calculations, speak with me before testing the portal."
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Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Outpost(13)
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Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Administrating colony
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administrating colony
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Boosting defenses/Research
Thlash : Between Shesh & Heth : Building a road
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Kira had spent the last few months with the Drogar and Pringer X-2 and was sure they would get along fine. When she introduced one Drogar to the Koneko beer he replied, "That's beer?!? It must be forty percent alcohol!" But drained the last of her supply anyway.
Trade Proposal for Drogar
Request: Metal Armor and Daggers
Offer: Lots of Food and Beer
Trade Propasal for Pringers
Request: Metal Armor and Daggers
Offer: Fat and Tallow from animals. (For greese or mechanical lubrication?)
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After having the time of her life meeting with such new and interesting beings, Kira decided to return back home. Yet, Hanabira had other plans.
As Kira walked towards the mountains she looked back and took in the view of the Drogar settlement. They sure were ingenious she thought. Right as she jumped up to a boulder, Hanabira popped into view in front of her and she lost her balance and fell, but stopped suddenly in midair and floated to the ground.
This time, they were both laughing.
"I wish you wouldn't do that"
Hanabira replied with a laugh, "You better get used to it"
"Well, the Drogar and Pringers seem like good allies to have in the future, especially with that 20 foot tall one."
"Yes, I agree. Thats why you should put that back..."
"What" Kira said, blushing slightly.
A little exceptionally crafted stone mug floated out of her bag.
"That."
"Oh.. Well.. you know I just figured since they weren't using it... I just borrowed it is all."
Hanabira grabbed it. "I'll take it back, but I'm not sending you home. I want you to go to the North, there is another race there."
Kira sighed, but nodded in acceptance.
"Tread lightly, I'm not sure what to make of the beings there. I will come to you again before you reach the destination," then Hanabira added with a smile, "and please try not to 'borrow' anything without permission again."
Kira blushed again.
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The new years festival was ended yesterday. The sky was still clouded with the smoke of the purifying fires, and some drunken Tengu were still roaming the street, trying to tumble home. During the rituals of the festival, Lord Madara saw the future, and judged it was time to set the sails for the new world. The nobility of Mahoyiga was concerned that the highpriest leaving the capitol might be judged as a bad omen by the people, but Madara has taken precautions. The leadership of the southern land would fall to his son, Koga, the soon-to-be leadership of the eatern coast of the new world to his daugther, Sanae. Both of them were priests, and in the state of deep mediation, were able to hear anothers voice.
As his men loaded supplies for many months, food, wood, weapons, cloth, and lots and lots of ricewine on the ships, he took a last, long look at his land and sighed. The hardships of the new world were certain, and it pained him to know that he migth never see it again.
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OOC: Since no one answered me, I will simply assume that ships move one tile per turn.
Number round-up:
Mahoyiga:Hamlet:20
Harbour of Mahoyiga:Outpost:7
Eientei:Outpost:8
Madara's ship:heading northwest:14
Sanae's ship: heading east: 14
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>OOC :
On ships. Maybe we should decide which way the wind is blowing at the beginning of each turn ? Then ships travelling in that direction could move 2 tiles instead of one. Divine powers can of course be used to change the wind (for deities related to Air)</STRONG>
good idea.
lets do that from next turn on
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The castle was progressing nicely, and they were already finishing off the outer walls. Soon, they could move on to the keep and temple itself, and start building the underground. Hrafn measured that it might take some 1,5-2 years to finish it completely but it would be serviceable in just 6-8 months. They now also counted 29 giants, which was 3 more. The growth of their power in these lands was unusually fast he thought.
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Ragndir was annoyed. What he had thought to be easy and fast trek across the plains, had proved to be slow and painful. The terrain, which they didnt have earlier experience of, was full of sudden swamps, small but deep rivers and brooks, rocks and annoying wildlife. And, due to their size, they were easily seen from even far away.
On the positive side, they didnt have to look far for food, the plentiness of animals made them hope that they were actually on hunting trek and had time to set up more permanent camps. All in all, they were making progress, though slow. His foremost thought was most of the time, that this better had to be worth all the trouble.
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..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δR.♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈☻↑↑K£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂p⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣...$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂¥≈»≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
A few days later a group of dracon meet them in the desert and offer to aid in the escort, a dracon in a white robe which seems to be a female from the looks of the smaller horns and some modest jewelry, A very young male dracon probably just barely old enough to be away from his mother in a brown colored robe, another rather young dracon wearing the same uniform as Erois that he calls Kal, and two heavily armored dracon in full plate armor with greatswords. If the soldiers were bothered by the heat they didn't show it.
After greetings and introductions the female in the white robe, identified as the high priest, mentions that Karamara shouldn't be walking in her condition and offers a simple cushioned basket made of an unusual plant thread. "We use this to carry our young from place to place. It's a little small but it should be better for you than walking." she explains.
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Youh relaxed a little, "Yea I suppose he handled that as well as possible. I forgot mortals can't just snap their fingers and get what they want." As a response to Ukko "Well my guys need wood to burn. All the metal supplies they could produce so far have been going directly into the military equipment. The civilians need metal too if they want good quality tools. I mean look there, that hunter is using bolts that are just sharp fish bones!"
OOC)No need for a map update from me this turn. The high priest, the apprentice summoner(unfortunately he isn't strong enough to aid in travel) Kal, and two heavy infantry soldiers joined the escort though for the final leg. All but Kal and Erois are too heavily burdened to fly anywhere.
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
"Do you see that small, wispy cloud up there? It is a sign that the wind is moving fast high in the sky. That means that any change in the weather is likely to come sooner rather than later. It also means that storms and rain showers will last a shorter amount of time. Now look at that to the northeast..."
Riet paused. "What is it?" questioned Silis.
"That's a dust cloud," said Riet, scratching his head. "A huge one. I've never seen anything like it. It must be made by something big." Riet looked somewhat troubled, unusual for an Ipetian. He turned to Silis. "I am terribly sorry, but our ways must part for now. I need to see what that is. I can travel faster on this terrain than you, no offense meant. Here is what we'll do: you should keep traveling directly south-east. I'll investigate that dust cloud. Likely it's nothing, just a huge heard of animals..."
Silis understood that if Riet were concerned, than there was a problem. In his short time with the Ipetian, he had come to understand that Riet was very much so laid back. He rarely brooded on problems, and never seemed to worry about anything. The fact that he worried now made Silis uneasy.
"Alright," replied Silis, "When can we expect you back?"
"The cloud is high in the sky and far in the distance. In my estimate, it is quite likely we will not be seeing each other for quite some time. Don't worry, though; I'm an expert tracker. I'll be able to find you. Not to mention, my people are almost directly to the south-east; if you continue straight in that direction, you will run into them." Riet stared again at the dust cloud.
A bird call sang out over the plains and broke the awkward silence. Riet turned to face the direction it came from. "Swiftword!" he called out. He held up his hand, and the bird obediently flew towards its master. Riet checked its leg; no message from Buigend Riet. Surprising, but perhaps not too concerning. "I'm glad you came," whispered Riet to the bird. Noticing Silis' look of interest, he mentioned, "This is how my people communicate over long distances. It is trained to travel between my home and myself, wherever I may be. I simply attach a message to its leg, and it gets there quite quickly." Absently, he said, "we should probably train one to fly between our two peoples."
Noticing the dipping sun, Riet announced, "I'm afraid I must leave now, and get some miles behind me. I wish you the best of fortune." He galloped off towards the east.
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..♣♣δ≡.♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈☻↑↑K£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂p⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣...$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣... ♣♣♣....≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂¥≈»≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[OOC: So I'm assuming that river tiles count as both a river and the type of land that it runs through. So a river that runs through the forest would count as both a river tile and a forest tile; therefore both river civs and forest civs could count it as preferred terrain.
Also, I'm having both farming outposts stay as outposts indefinably. All their excess population goes instead to Buigend Riet. It will upgrade to a village next turn, right? After all, it has plenty of food from the two outposts, plus the extra immigrants. Sorry if I'm killing a puppy here, just that growth and speed are my civ's two major benefits; they have almost no power or combat prowess.]
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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Two expeditions, two explorers each. Morindus and Elirah to the north, two more to the south, Flavvius couldn't recall their names. Each would travel as far as the terrain permitted, and map out any points of interest, be they sites for future colonies, valuable natural resources, or potential allies... or enemies. He thought it unwise to send so few, lest they encounter some hazard along their journey. But both he and Morindus had agreed, they couldn't afford to take valuable workers away from the budding colony.
((Oy, not much for me today.))
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The ship was nearly completed!
When Kavar had presented the idea to his people, many did not have faith in it. A Drogar's feet belonged on the solid earth, not some tipsy-turvy boat! Yet how could they deny him? His best engineers were quickly summoned, and presented with the plan. While more used to structural design, they were quickly enthused at the idea of a new challenge for their minds to unravel the mysteries of.
Within a few days of constant thinking and plotting, they came up with a suitable design. It was a long and sleek ship with many oars and one sail that hung low above the waves. With strong men at these oars, it would be the fastest ship in the waters!
Kavar immediately accepted this design and set his carpenters to begin construction, and at long last it was done. All that remained was for him to find a suitable crew and he would disembark to the unknown lands across the sea.
Still, he wished to find a suitable overseer for their two towns and to deal with their new neighbors- the Koneko. Their offers of beer and food pleased him greatly. As weak as their ale was, it would certainly do to keep their new woodcamp supplied. Kavar already had plans for a new ship and more suitable walls for Seabounty.
To keep his people in check and their growing nation strong, Kavar had appointed Kev. His strength and wisdom would certainly lead the Drogar to everlasting glory in Tzen's eyes.
"The supply of ale... uh... for the ship has arrived, milord!" Degom said, bursting into Kavar's underground quarters. "And... uh... the food as well."
Kavar grinned and finished writing his letter to Kev, who had already arrived at the Might of the Mountains.
"Good!" he replied, rolling the scroll up and tying it firmly with red string. "Thanks for the announcement Degom. Best get the peasents to work, hm? Yes, you go and get whoever needs the job and load up the longship. Give them two coppers apiece. Go! Oh, and I have something that will need to be delivered..." he handed the bound up scroll to Degom and looked the brute sternly in the face. "Give it to whoever is going to the capital and tell him to deliver it immediately to Kev. Do you understand? Give him a silver coin and send him on his way."
When Degom had left, Kavar sat back down and emptied his mug of ale. Simple brutes have their simple uses, he mused.
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"Issha come to me!"
"What do you want Ter?"
"You dont know it? Well there is nothing to wonder."
"I could make you say it!"
"No you cant, your twisted Moral tells you to not do it."
"My Moral isnt twisted Ter but you are right i am not commanding you to say why you summoned me."
"How is the Game going? Are your pawns doing what you want them to do?"
"Ok then lets talk about the "Game". You remember Leam? He is my new Highpriest , a true believer and ... can you please stop that boat it annoys me to hover and talk to you at the same time!"
"No i cant im in a hurry. What did you say about Leam?"
"Yes Leam, he had that wonderful Idea to create that Lightray to defend my temple."
"You have an temple and a weapon now? You should be proud. ... How is it powered?"
"With Sunlight."
"Sunlight? Must be a Huge Construction but without a proper Energy source its no wonder he uses the next better. Hes like me only long time ago."
"He is not like you Ter as i said hes a true believer."
"I Issha, I have never said that i had never believed in some God. I have lost my faith in Gods as you were becoming one of them."
"Yeah sure. Well my "Pawns" had also established an farming outpost called Irumathra some miles south of Karatomca. They have contact with the Ipetians another race of this world."
"Why are you telling me that Issha you know it isnt my issue."
"Its your issue because you asked for a full report and maybe you encounter another race. If this happends and this Race is peacefull enough you have to show them the way to our Settlements."
"Your settlements not our and i didnt ask for a full report"
"You have and by the way you are still a part of the Roshani Ter."
"Am i? You can go now Issha."
"Ok if this is what you want. I Know where the door is. Invoke me again in 3 Months."
Issha vanished.
"Your still a cheater Issha"
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ooc: Ter moves another 2 Tiles east.
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 19, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
quote:
Originally posted by Heph:
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ooc: Ter moves another 2 Tiles east.</STRONG>
you should edit the map, or else people will forget your turn
Two tiny dots the size of insects appeared on the river next to Aveceleba and Lilaceleba. Two small flatboats, hardly larger than rafts with a sail, began to travel up the river laden with finished goods. On the deck of each one two Vulpinans worked, each one taking an alternating shifts as they tacked up the river slowly.
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Raom grinned as he sunk another fistful of practice arrows into the target that had been set up along the inside of the earthen paliside, the red fletched projectiles quivering as they stuck out in a perfect circle within the center marker.
It was a truly excellent day for practice. The sun was high in the air and there was no wind at all. Raom felt like prancing as he recovered his arrows, although her refrained from doing so, to fire them again. As he continued his practice, a crowd began to grow, watching with facination as the clean bolts whistled though the sky steadily embedded themselves in the wooden target. One after another without fail.
Taking little note of the small crowd that had gathered behind him as he loped forward to recover his arrows again. This time Raom backed up twenty paces, changing a moderatly distant target into a distant one. A murmer went though the crowd as the old ranger shot again, striking the kill zone on the wooden board as if it were childs play. This time Raom took note of the others who surrounded him, briefly noting the growing crowd thatwas exchanging bets on his performance. Raom, not one to dissappoint, took another twenty paces back at this.
Graed Cornwhisker, one of the newer migrants to Lilaceleba, scoffed openly as he saw the older vulpinan line up a new shot. "There is no way" He said in an undertone to a neighboring vulpinan who he didn't recognize, not that he knew many of them in all of his two weeks in Lilaceleba very well regardless, "No way that he can make that shot. Is he trying to loose his arrows?"
Graed's neighbor, a female about his own age, simply looked him in the eye. Her expression was patronizing as she shook her head in response, "You must not know him do you? He's Raom, the founder. He'll make the shot."
Graed shook his head in contention, refusing to be backed down. "No way, even a Ranger couldn't make that shot. That's got to be nearly fifty lengths." his voice carrying somewhat louder than he intended.
Suddenly the crowd was silent, every head in attendence turning toward Graed with shock in their eyes. Even old Raom was looking at him with a hard look. Quite suddenly Graed felt very self-consious, embaressed at his outburst. Scrambling to save face, the young male hurridly backed up his words, "You heard me." He said beligerantly, his tail flicking down between his legs and betraying his shame even as he called out to the old trapper, "Even the Ranger's couldn't make that shot, what makes you think you can old man?"
Everything was silent for a moment as the vulpinans around Graed backed away from him, not wanting to be mistaken for the brash youngster. Moments passed into minutes of silence as the old woodsman analyzed his younger counterpart. Finally, Raom replied cannily, "Would you like to take a bet on that, young man?"
Graed swallowed, hiding his fear as best he could with bravado. He had nothing to bet! But now his face was on the line, and if he backed down he'd never get any respect here. "I accept, what are your terms?"
Raom grinned, pointing to the target. "It's simple really. I fire at the target five times. If I miss one, I'll give you my bow and never shoot again. How does that sound?"
Graed's eyes widened as he looked at the old bow, the entire length of it a veritable masterpiece. Even though it was made of weathered wood, it was well-constructed and quite solid. A good laquar finish that ran up and down the wood giving it a unique shine. The grip was surrounded by a pattern of leaves carved into the wood. Each piece of the decoration delicatly placed. That bow indeed would be a prize to own. Fighting to keep his voice steady Graed replied, "And if you don't?"
"What does it matter, I'm not going to hit every shot from this distance anyway right?" The old ranger replied slyly as he brought a hindpaw forward to draw an arrow out of his quiver.
"I still want to know what you think I have in exchange for ...that." Graed replied, his eyes crawling over the silvery finish of the bow.
"Well... hmm" the old man said, thinking for a moment, "If I win, you'll train under me until you can shoot as well as I can. How does that sound boy? No weasling out or running away either, I mean you'll give me your word that you'll train with me until you are skilled enough to hit a target five out of five times from over fifty lengths. What do you say?"
Graed nodded, "You have a deal. Let's see your skill old man."
The crowd grew silent as Raom quietly dropped his practice bolts, reaching into a second quiver and drawing out five precious bismuth bronze arrows. With excrutiation care the old man drew back his bow and let the first arrow fly.
One. the first arrow sank into the target, on the top left of the bullseye.
Two. the second struck, shoving the target further into the palisade.
Three. Graed felt his heart sink as a third landed in the bottom left quatent of the bullseye.
Four. Compelting a perfect square, the fourth quivered as it embedded itself into the wood.
Five. Graed felt the jolt of the fifth arrow as if it were hitting his own heart as it thudded in the exact center of the other four. Bisecting the board with it's force.
The crowd gasped as the last arrow hit, all eyes falling on Graed as Raom called out, "Not a bad shot for an old ranger, huh?"
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Kara panted as delirium disguised the convulsions that wracked her body, her eyes glazed as another spasm overcame her, leaving her helpless as the creatures that carried her talked to her in incomprehensible voices. Voices that sounded like thunder and wind.
"Ye gods!" She called out as another contraction hit, driving the small fragment of attention that she had regained into an ether of chaos. There was a rocking sensation as the sun above jumped, suddently plunging below the horizon as she moved.
No, wait, she was simply inside. The light from the window showed her in a stone building with a thin curtain keeping the majority of the light out. A rich, tangy smell reached her nostrils. Someone, something was holding a handful of salts there and...
Kara gasped, inhaling some of the poweder and gagging as the chemical burned the inside of her nose. The pain dimmed only by the agony that wracked her uterus. The contractions were coming faster now, that's what the voice was saying. A dim, unfamilier voice in the spinning darkness. But still, a voice. A kind voice.
Will she be ok? Another asked, this one deeper, more familier... Erois, yes her friend. Probably the only person she could consider a friend now, it had been so long since she left Avecebela, she called out to him, or tried too. It was so hard to focus, so hard to concentrate and... oh the pain!
A clawed hand gripped Karaman's forepaw, speaking softly to her as the agony abated. Yes, he was here. A good friend who had stuck with her the over the last few months. He was there, a friend in a world where Karaman thought she would have none. He was... Karaman screamed as another contraction hit, and then another, and another, all blending into one long calaphony of pain.
Suddenly the pain was past. A soft mew echoed in the chamber and Kara felt lightheaded as the crooning of the dracon midwife, (or was she a vetranarian? In retrospect Kara wasn't sure she wanted to know) joined the child's cry.
Gently a bundle was placed into her arms, the soft bronze fur still damp in the desert heat. Off to the side the midwife clucked, shoeing somone out of the room hastily as Karaman laid eyes on her child for the first time.
It was a boy.
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Kara woke slowly, doing her best not to disturb the infant resting on her stomach. She couldn't remeber how much time had passed since she had fallen asleep, but now the sun was set and the moon sent silvery shafts down through her gauzy window.
Slowly, carefully, the vulpinan rolled over, cradling her child in her left forlimb as she walked carefully on the remaining three towards the window. Taking her first good look at Mutheithru.
"Well little one," she said softly to the child as the moonlight shone off of his bronzed fur, "It looks like we found our way here after all."
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Vime finished off the bunch of grapes, savoring the fruit as the tokens below continued their movements. With a grin he winked at Youh and pointed toward Campcastle.
"How do the dracon's procreate anyway? Are they egg-layers? Live birth? Asexual replication? Budding? I mean, not to detract from the excitement happening down there... but I'm seriously concerned with how much experiance your people have with mammilian births?"
Sitting upright, Vime suddenly became all business. "You can let your people know that a Vulpinan settlement at the south end of the desert will be founded soon right? I do have some interest in attaining a source of metal for my people and I know they have a lot of wood and plants that your dracon's don't. In particular I'm thinking about a type of herb that only grows in freshwater lakes that when processed correctly makes an excellent balm for preventing infection in burns, scrapes, and cuts. Also, I'm fairly certain that Aveceleba has acess to a plant that acts as an excellent colagulant, much more effective than pouring sand or salt in the wound as well as less painful. Plus there are a number of herbs and spices ...."
Heph, being only one tile away from Lilaceleba you're hero can see the settlement clearly now. The Vulpinan's are not aware of you because they havn't begun really exploring in that direction yet and they don't feel the need for regular patrols.))
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Riet had moved east, parallel to the riverbank. The dust cloud had gotten progressively closer and closer. After traveling all night, Riet reached a small bit of high ground, and looked out to the north-east. There, in the light of the rising sun, he saw massive figures outlined against the horizon. Riet thought it prudent to keep hidden, at least for a time. The sun rose higher, and the figures grew clearer, until at about noon, he could see them quite distinctly.
"They're called Storm Giants," said a voice Riet instantly recognized. He whipped around, and there, sure enough, was the god Fenneth.
"Haven't seen you in a while," smirked Riet.
"Eh, you didn't need my help, and I've been keeping busy," responded Fenneth with a wave of his hand. "But enough of the pleasantries; unfortunately, we have serious business to speak of."
"I can only assume you mean those Giants over there."
"Precisely. The sweet childhood of the Ipetians is over, and yonder is the cause." Fenneth paused for a moment. "The Storm Giants are an inherently war-like race; they enjoy battle and bloodlust far too much for them to easily get along peacefully with other races. I fear that this raiding party is heading south looking for slaves. Of course, I'm not entirely sure that they'll reach Buigend Riet; and even if they did, they may turn out to be friendly and peaceful, but I don't think that's the case."
"I thought you were a god of knowledge," Riet said mockingly.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" replied Fenneth with the beginnings of a smile. "Just because I am a god of knowledge doesn't mean I know everything. It simply means I have a perfect understanding of knowledge, just as the Storm Giants' god, Ukko, has perfect understanding of Storms, Lightning, Destruction, Wars, Razing, Bloodthirst, and Warmongering." Fenneth sighed. "I wish I could give you a homeland that was free from war; where everyone could simply be happy and at peace. Then the wine would truly flow, and life would spring forth unhindered. Alas, it is not meant to be." With a grand air of solemnity, Fenneth turned toward Riet and said, "The Ipetians must go to war."
Riet stood, dumbfounded. Was this really Fenneth, a god of peace, telling him to go to war? "Are you serious?"
"I am completely serious," replied Fenneth. "I love peace in all its forms, but there can come a time when we must sacrifice peace to create peace. What you must understand, Riet, is this: it is better to do evil than to be evil. It is better for a lover of truth to tell a lie than it is for a lier to tell the truth. It is better for a peaceful people to be at war than it is for a war-like people to be at peace."
"I don't understand," said Riet. "How do you know when you are doing evil and when you are evil yourself?"
"The true difference between a good being and an evil one is this:" replied Fenneth, "the good being knows when he does evil and despises it. However, he knows that it is necessary, and does it even though he is saddened by it. You and your people must always despise what you are doing, lest you cross the line between doing evil and being evil. It is a thin line, and I am sorry for placing you upon it, but this is how it must be. Remember, most of all, you must never become that which you fight."
"But how are we supposed to fight?" questioned Riet. "We have no warriors, and even if we did, there is no way they could stand up against the Giant's might. Look at them. It would take at least ten Ipetians to take even one down."
"This is true," ceded Fenneth. "You must fight in the way of the Ipetians: by bending until they crack. Word must be sent to Buigend Riet, 'The wind blows, and the reed bends.'"
Riet was again dumbfounded. First war, and now this? "You can't mean that."
"I do." Fenneth stared Riet in the eyes. "I mean it more than anything I have said before. The Ipetians must not break. It is up to you; the order must be given."
"But the people; I cannot ask them to do this." Riet had tears forming in his eyes. "Even if I did, they would never agree."
"You need not worry about what they will do. You need only worry about what you will do." Fenneth stood, and walked to the top of the low hill. "Look at them." Riet did. "You see their weapons? Now imagine an Ipetian, skewered on their ends, his child and wife being dragged off in chains, bound for a life of slavery. Imagine the screams as the entire village is burnt to the ground. See the faces of the few who would be brave enough to stand and fight, only to be swiftly struck down. This a future that awaits you. But you can stop it, if you only give the order."
The tears were streaming down Riet's face now. He saw the slaughter, the horror, the absolute evil of war when it touched the innocent. He knew he must prevent it, by any means necessary. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he said "All right, I'll do it."
"I thought you'd come to see things my way," said Fenneth comfortingly. Suddenly, Riet was completely calm. Everything was going to be alright. There would be hardships, certainly, but the Ipetians would not break. With a tingling down his spine, Riet took a deep breath. He felt at peace. "You're welcome," said the soft voice in his ear. He didn't have to turn around to know that Fenneth had left.
He stood there for a few more minutes, watching the Giants clumsily make their way across the plains. He then carefully wrote the order down, and sent it with Swiftword to Buigend Riet. He turned south, into the nearby wood. Absently, he thought, "There won't be another party for a long time."
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"Let the party begin!" shouted Nietzsche to the already-celebrating crowd. Three giant casks were opened, and the booze flowed freely throughout the celebration. There had been four births last night, and Nietzsche had organized a welcoming celebration for the new fawns. He had also thought it useful to have everyone in an agreeable mood for announcing his new plan.
Nietzsche got up on the raised platform, and called everyone to attention. "My friends," he said in a grand manner, "today we welcome four new souls to the world!" The crowed cheered. Nietzsche raised his hands to quiet them. "However, while we must be grateful for those who join us, we must remember those who have left us." He raised his goblet, and said, "I propose a toast, to Riet! He led us to this wonderful place, where we now enjoy piece and prosperity. He was our guide through troubles, and gave his life, seeking new opportunities for all Ipetians." Holding his goblet above his head, Nietzsche yelled, "Hail Riet!"
"Hail Riet!" the people responded in kind. They all took a deep draft.
"When he gave his life for us, Riet showed us one thing: the West is not safe. However, we must respect his wishes, and continue growing and expanding; that the Ipetian people can be a proud people." The crowd cheered once again.
"And so," said Nietzsche, "I have planned an expedition, which will travel east and found a new city. It shall be called Blijzon, Joyous Sun and it shall be a symbol of the Ipetian nation, rising into our rightful glory!" The people cheered even louder.
Nietzsche smiled. Everything was going to plan.
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[OOC: Sorry for the semi-monster, I just started typing and this is what came out. To recap: Riet went east, saw the Giants, and then turned south. Ambassador Silis' party kept moving south-east. A new migration has moved off from Buigend Riet to the east. It has enough people to found a new city, but not quite enough to knock Buigend Riet back down to a hamlet (thank you Jamini), though it certainly won't be growing next turn.
Sparring, in the case of the Thelash, would be more likely to be summed up as armed hide-and-seek, a game even children practiced when they were not talking with shadows or writing books. Shraal noticed that although one of the groups had a good mastery of the terrain, it was too spread-out. The other group was more centered around the leader to prevent assassination, the main battle strategy of the Thelash.
Shraal remembered what happenned after he became immortal. He was asked by the Shadow Council to eliminate the elven leaders as they were meeting in a forest to discuss the way they were going to break through Thelash defenses. He remembered his discrete and quick approach past multiple guards, he remembered the swift and silent lashes of his rapier slitting the throats of the elven druids. He remembered the taste of their blood...
Shraal looked away and moved to the circular balcony above his study. From there he could see the new stone wall being built. As always the Thelash were doing large projects. The wall could protect a huge metropolis of a thousand souls (dead or alive).
Far to the north he could see a tiny pillar going towards the sky. It was the observation tower being built at Hath. Somehow they ended up finding a few large diamonds Shel immediately confiscated and cut lenses out of them. The tower would probably reach the sky and was to be used to check far-away spots for suitable colony locations.
As Shraal returned to his desk his eyes fell again on a sheet of paper that had never left his mind since the morning. It was a request by Thlash to dig a channel to the lake to the west in order to begin building river ships. It was not uninteresting but it would also be a drain on the available engineers required to build and operate the complex machinery that would dig the channel.
Shraal reached a decision. The request would wait until walls were built.
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Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Administrating colony
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administrating colony
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Boosting defenses/Research
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Military training
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Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(45)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Outpost(14)
((OOC : No change in map from me this turn. Can we make it so that river ships would travel three squares downstream and one upstream ? Up/downstream being defined by the placement of the river source.))
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
One of the Tengu shyly raised his hand:" A-and when will we rest ?"
Lord Madara came really close to his face, and with a grin, he proclaimed:"You can rest when you pass out of over-exertion. By the end of this season I want a proper outpost to be erected. I have meditated, and it seem that we might not have much time."
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Sanae was again hanging over the railing, emptying her stomach to feed the fish. She forced herself not to do that untill she was alone. As the leader of this group, she mustn't show weakness.
"Oh by the godess, I HATE ships...."
Unwilling to spend a whole year on sea, she went down to the ships inner sanctuary. It was small and mostly improvised, but in a pinch, even a garden shed that was cleaned with a spiritual broom would do the trick.
Loosing herself in religious mantras, she called Kanako, the godess of the sky to help her.
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"Awwwww, isn't that cute ? Well, let's not leave her call unanswered!"
Kanako leaned herself closely over the gameboard, took a deep breath, and blew a gentle wind over the sea.
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ooc: The T tile is hosting Lord Madara and 9 workers. The lord himself and two workers are preoocupied breaking stone, so they will not react immedtiatly to any interaction that migth come. The 7 others, 5 of the armed guards will, however. The wood gathering camp at the northwest is housing 5 woodworkers, and 5 wagons pulled by boars. Next turn, the whole thing will turn into an outpost.
Sanae's ship moved 2 tiles this turn, because of Kanakos wind
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲Ç▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├───≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å...♣♣♣ ♣♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌≡....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌───X Θ≈≈≈──v♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..R..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈÷↑↑K£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣≡♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ΩΩ⌂P⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣÷..c$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣≡.. ♣♣♣..T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
The raid group continued their steady and boring marching onward, only occasionally stopping to rest. There was actually one day they did see somesort of movement in nearby hill, but they disregarded it just as animals.
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▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣.≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
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♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌───X Θ≈≈≈──v♣Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
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..♣♣δ..R..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈÷↑↑K£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣≡♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ΩΩ⌂P⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣÷..c$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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...........Φ.... .....»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥⌂¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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"Leam we received a Message from Irumathra via a Dragonfly."
"Realy? What does it say Aris? "
"Read the letter by yourself. Leam you are faster in reading then i in telling Storys"
"Ok lets see"
"My dear Lord Leam,
Today we have a great Loose. Our still is exploded and with it old Jars is gone. Jars has saved five of his Co workers and went back shut down the Still but it was to late. The mere pressure of the Steam has ripped the Still, the House and some Cattle apart. And then the ruins burst in to flames as the distilled booze has cough fire. For the next time this means there is no "Plains Spirit" and my group is divided in to fraction. One wants to rebuild the Still, The other one says this was an sign of Issha and that we shouldnt rebuild the still. Please send anyone to solve this Problem.
Tomin, first Guard of Irumathra.
"
"I see where the problem is. Aris i send you to investigate the the cause of the explosion. If you find the cause invent something thats prevents a new still from exploding too."
"I have to invent something? I am not such a great mind as you are Leam i couldnt do somethin like this."
"I have Faith in you Aris. I have seen some of your toys. Theyr design is unconventional but works good. Even i had used some of your designs as i had constructed some mechanisms for the Ray."
"Thank you i hope your faith in me will be rewarded. I send another Dragonfly if i am at Irumathra"
"Then go now dont get killed understand?"
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No one has notices Ter as he tied his Pirogue to the little pier of the outpost. The night was perfect for doing this. The creatures that are living here would find him in the morning and he has a chance to proof them. If they are peaceful and trustworthy he has to show them the way to Karatomca. "Thank you Issha for this opportunity" he spoke with much sarcasm in his voice and sat down with his weapons , a metalic Staff and a torsion Crossbow, in front of him. "Hopefully the blades in the staff are still sharp. Best would be that i check them and theyr Mechanisms again. If one of them pops out in the false Moment i could be dead." he thought.
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This turn Irumathra grows a little bit. and since a group af Settlers has left Karatomca last turn its still an Village.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Village
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Hamlet
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
*Armok vanishes from the room in a flash, the bags of elves and !!elves!! falling to the ground whit a crunch moments later.*
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The koboldoid shape of Armok appeared in the room just fractions of a second after Issha left, (just followed the astral trail from when he went back) and time stopped again after hardly getting back going after the last stop.
And speaking was soon also he to the little cup.
"So you are the the son of Vimes? Very well, I to bring a gift, lets see now..."
And so Armok touched the forhed of the pup lightly whit the tip of his steal claw, and he smiled.
And from that smile came a light, and from the point were the claw met the forehead a shockwave came over the entire city, but unnoticed to to that time did not flow. And whit that shockwave the skin of the little vulpinian turned to silver. (But not the fur)
And Armok said:
"No motion will be able to penetrate this armour, not the big motions of sword and arrows, nor the small motion of the particles making up temperature. You will not ever be hurt by hammer of sword, heat or cold, nor poisons absorbed through the skin, nor falls from great heights."
The smile of Armok grew wider.
"Farwell."
And whit that word Armok appeared in a flash, and time went going normal once again.
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"I may be the good of blood but I am a but weak for small foxes like that.", Armok excused himself as he sat down whit the other gods again, and resumed munching !!elves!! while watching the board whit great interest.
(edit: confused Vimes and Issha, also replaced one word in the monologue whit something more dramatic)
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Time halted again, as the twin faced godess entered the room of the newborn. He was of divine origin. So strong. So well armed. So invincible. A beaken of hope for the races of Ascerta. His bronze fur shinned in the glimmering light of the torches. With an innocent smile he looked up to the godess. It made her sick. With a violent trust, she rammed her palm on the face of the baby. A bolt of pain ran through her arm. Armok did a magnificant job here, his skin really protected him well. With a cry of rage, she trusted her palm into his head, again and again, rendering the hand of her flesh-avatar a bloody mess. The baby, covered in her divine blood was crying now. The fear and the despair of the cries made totaly up for the pain in Kanakos arm.
Heavily breathing, she snipped her fingers, and a small dagger made of stone appeared in her hand. "Don't worry, I will not kill you. What would Vime do if I did ? I will just even out the chances", said both godesses, in unison.
With that, she pierced the eyes of the half-god.
As her deed was done, she jumped into the air, shattering the roof of the structure above her. Growing back to her original size, her hand returned to an etherical state of existance, shedding of the wound, as snakes shed of skin.
Without even acknowledging the shocked faces of Vime, Armok and Issha, she just hummed a little tune, and returned to drinking some hot ricewine, a sacrifice made by her people.
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OOC: Fair play. No one likes an invincible hero. If Jamini is not okay with that development, I will undo this move, under the condition that the divine dagger gets dumped down, and the silver skin removed completely.
But hey, I guess it's fun that way. Being an invincible hero while being blind only makes him more bad-ass.
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
And for the sacrifices, im not Armok or you. Im millions of years younger than you but i and my race have a hard history and i hope i never loose my conscience. Now give me some !!elves!! and another bottle of Met. lets play another round.
And whit that Armok threw all the !!elves!! upon the twin faced god, scalding both faces beyond recognition.
"You blind one and you are blinded, just fair play, is it not?"
...
Moments later.
"Lost my temper a bit..."
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>
((OOC : No change in map from me this turn. Can we make it so that river ships would travel three squares downstream and one upstream ? Up/downstream being defined by the placement of the river source.))</STRONG>
((We could have it two downstream and one upstream even if your not a river civ, and two upstream and three downstream if you are a river civ. How does that sound?))
Vime glared at Armok and Suwako, anger replacing the content that had so recently been in his expression. With one had he grabbed an invisible something out of the air deftly before slamming that hand down on the table. "You overstep your bounds blood god." He addressed Armok, his voice shaking with rage, "You have no token on the board, and you only step in to grant both a gift and a curse to my champion's son. If you intend to play, lay your pieces and ready your people. Else, remove your gifts for we have no need for them from a god who does not wish to take part in the rest of the world."
"As to your move Kanako, Suwako. Once played it cannot be reversed." The golden god continued sadly, sparing a sad glance at the dracon village. "However, perhaps we can make a bargin. You see." He held up the hand on the table, "When you closed your eyes your the sight of both fled. One of them I caught, while the other escaped. Blind, you will never find both. Return to me one of my son's eyes and I will return to you the sight of two of your four. What say you goblin god?"
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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ooc: I just beat a newborn untill I break my hand, then I gauge out it's eyes, and it#s father discusses the moving speed of boats. I love this tread already
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
"Take it. It's no fun playing this game totaly blind"
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Originally posted by Jamini:
<STRONG>Vime glared at Armok and Suwako, anger replacing the content that had so recently been in his expression. With one had he grabbed an invisible something out of the air deftly before slamming that hand down on the table. "You overstep your bounds blood god." He addressed Armok, his voice shaking with rage, "You have no token on the board, and you only step in to grant both a gift and a curse to my champion's son. If you intend to play, lay your pieces and ready your people. Else, remove your gifts for we have no need for them from a god who does not wish to take part in the rest of the world."
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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E = !!elf!! champion
((I don't really have time yet, but this intrigue forced me to go in earlier than I'd have wanted to, so I might not always have enough time to write to this threads standard))
(Edit: fixed the settlement symbol)
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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Kara suddered as the room went chill. A rushing sensation passing over her spine and around her waist as a breeze picked up and passed around the room. In her arm the child had woken suddenly, and was crying in the darkness.
Kara hefted him, rocking slightly as she tried to calm the babe, "There, there. It's ok, nothing's here little one." quietly she lifted him so that she could look into his face, attempting to reassure the young one that nothing had happened.
She nearly dropped him.
His left eye was red-rimmed and weeping, the golden flecks within rimmed with pain and fear. The right... the right was empty. The socket dark as the empty hole stared back at her. Something had.... somehow he had lost his right eye.
Kara bit back a scream, holding the child to her breast tightly. The room spinning around her as his cries faded to soft moans. It must have hurt but... how? He hadn't left her arms since she had awoken. Had the dracons?
'No' she thought, her rational mind taking back her line of logic from her emotions, the dracons had no reason to do that. They had shown only respect and friendship so far, and had little reason to blind a helpless child. Something else must have done the deed. Someone else.
It was then that she spotted the dagger and the note on the bed. Warily, Kara approached it and read.
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((£ is the symbol for a Pringer Settlement Armok.))
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
oh god, the resulting paradox alone nearly makes the gameboard explode, removing all gods playing at it from existance
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>OOC: a race of !!Elves!! ? I don't know wether this is absolutely awesome, or totaly...well...they are still elves afterall....oh god, the resulting paradox alone nearly makes the gameboard explode, removing all gods playing at it from existance</STRONG>
((Awesome elves are indeed a paradox. Except for Drizzt Do'Urden and all other dark elves... but they are not the same race anyway.
However, the physical characteristics of this race bother me sligtly. Are they literally on fire? Or do they simply have a very high fixed temp? Can they breathe fire? Or are they just spicy. The questions!))
Shadows grew thicker around Vime's son. A voice, light as a breeze, came out of them, reaching directly the mind of the small fox.
"Gifts they give you, yet you only suffer. The gods are as cruel in this world as they were in mine. I do not like meddling in the affairs of mortals, yet I fear if I do nothing you will not live a happy life and most certainly will never attain perfection. I do not have any physical gift to offer you. I will only give you a piece of advice, advice you will remember when you most need it."
"Should you ever tire of being used and abused by gods, flee to the east, towards the Thelash settlements. There you will find people who will take you in as if you were one of their own. There you will also learn the wisdom you need to use your semi-divine powers. And lastly, should you tire of your powers, there you will find people who will know how to take them away and turn you back into what you were supposed to be before those pesky gods started toying with you."
"Farewell young one. May you never need my advice. And may your shadow grant you peace."
With that, the shadows receded.
And the !!elves!! are kinda like a cross of elves and spirits of fire, kinda. (both the DF kind, that doesn't need telling) ))
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>ooc: Whoa this thread gets every Round more epic. Jamini dont forget that Ter my hero had entered your settlement in the night.</STRONG>
Just wait what is to come ;)
It will take like, 40 turns untill this boy grows up. I wonder if he wants his other eye back.
"We got her here just in time. I'm not sure how things would happen if the animal doctor wasn't here for Yaris' pet dog." The high priest finished explaining the trip from the desert into the city to Silvak walking through the halls in the keep after informing him that the Vulpinian should be left in peace for awhile.
"Sounds like her and the scout Erois have become good friends." Silvak responded, "He's getting a little old for scouting missions, I think I will promote him to the Vulpinian ambassador in light of how well he handled himself around her." he stops as he reaches his room. "I'll visit her tomarrow morning then, I assume Erois will stay on honor guard through the night?" He asked.
"Yes, he has requested that." The preist responded.
"Ok, he can do it. Tell him to make sure he gets some sleep though. I would like him present when we speak to her. Goodnight, Tara."
"Goodnight, commander."
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"You know, this book is a bit off on the facts. Greiger didn't slay the demon, it was actually one of his companions, an elf wizard by the name of Xeros. Greiger couldn't get close enough to do any significant damage. You mortals need to hire better historians." Youh was leaning back in one of Silvak's dining room chairs reading an old history book, giving him quite a suprise when he entered his supposedly empty room.
"I don't mind when you pop into my office, but I would like to have my room to myself please." Silvak said, closing the door. When Youh continued reading and didn't budge he gave up and decided to get down to busness. "So, why are you here?"
Youh turns the page on the book he's reading shaking his head at another incorrect fact. "I just figured I would tell you that the Vulpinians have good amounts of wood and have some nifty herbs that would help with emergency first aid in the field. Clerics can't be everywhere. They could use some of that extra iron down in the storage in trade."
After a moment he quickly looks up seeming to notice something extraplanar "Well I guess all thats been settled. I'm heading back now. You may wish to know that something has happened with the young one. I don't know why us gods can't just sit back and relax for awhile." He says with a shrug as he puts the book back in it's rightful position. "I was going to mention the lack of parties again, but I suppose it may come across as suspicious under the new circumstances. Oh well, too-de-loo." After a quick flash of light he was gone.
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Youh reappears again at the table noting the unhappy faces all around. "Can't we all just get along? I have Dr Pepper, If anyone wants any. Oh and to answer yer question Vime, they lay eggs, but they keep cattle and such when the terrain allows it so they have skilled vets."
OOC)I need to type faster. The entire fight happened while I was typing this and I had to rewrite a good part of it.
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Kira bounced along through the pine trees whistling to herself. She had a good view of the Pringer town. The hub, she knew it was called. Progress was still pretty slow through the dense trees, and she had to climb up to the tops of the pines on several occasions to get her bearings. She noticed a rocky area ahead where she would be able to pick up her speed somewhat.
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(Do Oakvale and Loka increase a rank this turn?)
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
"Hold." a hard voice near to Ter called out softly in the morning light, it's owner not immediatly visible. The creak of two old bows being drawn back followed the warning, the sound nearly masked by the rushing of the river. "One wrong move and you're skewer lizard. Put your hands where we can see them and step away from your weapons."
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Kara walked out of the door to her bedroom into the sunlight open-air walkway that connected her bedroom the the rest of the complex.She reveled in the warmth of the sunlight, nearly feeling strong enough to dance in the warm daylight. The child slept on her back, held up in a segment of her harness that she had rearranged carefully to support his neck and weight. His eyelids closed peacefully in the warm morning light.
"It feels good to be alive." she said to herself as she watched a small group of dracons emerge from a nearby building and carefully walk towards her, Erois with them.
((Greiger, I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds too much with your guys. It's tricky, writing about a place and peoples that you don't know all of the exact details about. To be fair, I hadn't planned on making it to the capital so quickly in my initial plans, but that's the spirit of roleplaying after all.))
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
"For feck's sake, can't I leave you lot alone for one tanj aeon without everyone going at eachother's throats? What were you... oh, nevermind."
Imp picks up his chair and sits in it, then makes his move.
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"And so just as they're comin' up th' hill towards us, the cap'n gives the order, an' we fire off a volley o' bolts into 'em, and so two of 'em-"
"Shh!" Larika cut off her travelling companion, Markus, in the middle of another one of his old stories. "Look, look there!" she pointed of down the beach to the south of them.
"I don, see anythin'," Markus replied, squinting in the general direction she was indicating, "What d'you - great IMP, what is that thing?!"
Before them, perhaps a few hundred yards down the beach, stood a massive creature the likes of which no Valtan had ever seen. Larika grabbed her companion by the shoulder and shoved him down behind a nearby boulder, racheting their only crossbow with her other hand.
"D'you think it saw us?", he whispered.
"Nay," she replied, "I think it was too busy doin'... whatever th' 'ell it's doin'." Soon, more of the immense creatures appeared from the foilage. After a moment's pause, Larika once again pointed down the beach.
"Oi, look there!"
Markus looked off into the distance, where a massive ship was moored just off shore.
"D'you think it's theirs?", Larika asked him.
"It could very well be." He answered.
"So what do we do? They might be intelligent, so we could try and talk to-"
"Are ya nuts!?" Markus got to his feet, still careful to keep the boulder between himself and those strange creatures. "One o' those things could tear us clean in two! We don' stand a chance wit' just one crossbow an' our swords!"
"Well what d'you think we should do, go back an' get help?" Larika asked.
"We watch," he replied, "and wait."
Tengu are just about human size. Just how small are the Valtan ? Don't tell me they are just Coyotes walking on their hind legs...
hmmm...
eventhough that would be hilarious...
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
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Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Village (~70?)
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Outpost (10)
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko : Outpost (7)
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
The structures are made primarily of stone in a medieval style, with landing areas in parts of large structures (Usually roofs[sic?] but sometimes in more strategic places in large state buildings)allowing the dracon to fly straight to a particular part of a building.
-Most short range travel in a city is on the ground but the dracon will fly from one place to another to avoid crowded streets or speed up long errands.
-Basements and homes built into caves are common when the terrain allows it, but they will not build homes deep underground like dwarfs do.
-Homes usually have roof access and the roof entrance is often decorated in the same fashion as the front door.
-Almost all cities are walled and have a well trained police force.
-Dracon can be quite unruly and dangerous when drunk and a tavern is a very dangerous place for an outsider.
-Civilians are allowed to carry weapons, but with the military getting most of the metal an armed civilian is rare here.
-If a city has a summoner a stone summoner circle is usually erected in an empty area near the state buildings. These circles enhance a summoner's power and are where town to town transport takes place. There needs to be both a circle and a summoner at both sites for the transport to work.
That should be more helpful than nothing.[/OOC]
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"Good morning Karamara, this is commander Silvak Bluesabers our leader." he indicates a slightly taller light red colored dracon with blue hair, the first dracon she saw with any hair at all. "You already know the high priest, and this is master summoner Yaris." indicating an aged gold colored dracon in a brown robe that made Erois look young by comparison. They each bowed slightly at the introductions.
"Good morning, If you are ready, we would like to discuss setting up trade relations with your people. We have surplus supplies of iron ore and stone. We can also send teachers to your people to teach metalsmithing techniques if you require. If you see anything else you feel your people will benefit from I will happily see about trading that as well." Silvak moved his arms to indicate some samples of the ore and stone like a skilled diplomat, though most of what he was doing he just crammed into his head from his books the night before.
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
Name: Armok, God of Blood
Spheres: blood (Notice the difference from bloodSHED!), mathematics, confusion/paradoxes/complexity/contradiction, randomness.
Race: !!elves!!
Civ: The boiling tear
Site type: mountains, desserts.(really none, they cant live near anything combustible but they hate areas without life, but I guess technically desserts and mountains is were they'd have the tactical and speed advantage)
Hero Symbol: E
Army Symbol: e
History: souls are sometimes picked out of the way to the afterlife, but because of having done anything wrong, but completely randomly based only based on species ad random blind choice, not even on fate because it has ended by then.
These unfortunate souls are put thought horrible things, even much worse than those that would have happened to them in hell-equivalent afterlives. One example that is relevant is under aeons erasing all the memories of the details of their former life whit unimaginable emotional pain. And then finally they are to serve as snacks of the gods, ultimately and utterly destroying the souls then they are consumed.
If you have read this thread the rest is, as one may say, history. :)
The 'Temporary Adaptation Destabilizer (Re-stabilization)' I used on them is what it kinda sounds like, it basically makes the coutures of what the creature is adapted to fuzzy and when they go back after a while they'll settle on the current state; in this case being on fire. Basically it is super-accelerated adaptation on jar, expensive stuff.
Knowing those two facts, and that the origin was DF elves, the rest is mostly cause and effect, except the specifics on what adaptation it settled for.
They are mentaly ordinary DF elves, culture and so, exept of course QUITE pissed of. Physicaly... Their ordinary body temperature is 500-600 degrees Celsius, and they freeze to death at 200C, however they can rise their tempreture at will.
Usualy the limit for that is 1200C-1500C, but there is really no limit, and for example anger makes them hotter, as well as... other stuff.
If they reach 4-5 000 000 according to my calculations there is a risk of explosion, nuclear size. However that is hardly probable to ever happen from only themselves.
They eat isotopes, but doesn't require much and can go for years without, but they'll need to find some within 6-7 turns or so. I just added this fact so we'd have nuclear elves.
They look just like elves but the hair is constantly aflame, and they glow from the heat (black-body radiation, same colour iron would at the same temperature for reference. So usually kinda redish but when hotter white?), and can even use that glow to illuminate their path in dark places.
The effects of this on how they will live is huge, they cant live in forests as they used to and love because they'd set all the trees on fire.
However, they can quite easily heat the rock to a half-melted clay-like state, and use this to shape it into crafts whit their bare hands, and the same way they can easily dig into the mountain. For the same reason they make great metalsmiths and glass-blowers, in a dessert they can build green glass buildings by simply bending down taking some sand, melting it whit their body heat, and slapping the molten glass onto the building.
The loss of the forest will always trouble their hearts, and they will in architecture and art always futilely try to mimic it, even going so far as huge green glass forests or the like.))
((Edit: oh, and the settlement name is Efil—inira, Coldfire. (What symbol in DF does the — in the elven word for cold in the language_elf.txt indicate?) ))
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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Kavar stood at the bow of the ship, beckoning to his men.
"Row faster, you weaklings! Winds are no good today, and Tzen wants to see you exercise those axe arms of yours!" He was bellowing at the top of his lungs over the grunts of pain from his crew. He was so intent that he didn't see the spot of land on the horizon...
"Sir! Look!" one of his men pointed out to sea.
Kavar gripped the wooden dragon head and swung around. Weeks they had been sailing... could this be it?
Indeed! Land! Their despair was over! Finally they had found a place to fish and light a fire.
"That's it then!" Kavar laughed, and pointed to the land mass with his war axe. "Get to that shore and there'll be two mugs of ale for everybody!" His men's morale instantly picked up, and soon they were sailing at full speed...
"My people have some experiance with metal, little as though there is near our homes. Stone we don't need as much of, although I suppose we could use it to make bricks for fireplaces and more important buildings." Kara smiled as she thought of how useful iron would be. With that they could create more durable tools, better wagons and ships that wouldn't rot when transversing the river. "In return my people offer wood and food. We have an abundance of trees in our homeland, and we know of ways to harvest the wood that doesn't harm it extensivly. We live along the river, so fish and game are plentiful for us."
"Also," Kara added as Silvak moved to speak, "I was wondering about your magic. While setting up an overland trade route will be a neccecity for our peoples, concerns over the safty of such a carvan is always paramount. I've heard that your summoners know a type of magic that can quickly transport goods and people between two sites. That knowlage, if your people would be willing to share it, would be a great boon for my kind. Our livilyhood depends on trade, and the elders of Aveceleba told me that we are almost certainly near the center of many different groups of peoples. Erois evaded answering my questions directly about your magic on our journy here, and your appprentice was not much forthcoming in the weeks I spent attempting to get information from him."
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Issha takes some !!elves!! from the floor. "Clean this place and you should be reborn in new bodies ... and dont build a City under the Table and no you cant have Dustbunnys as Mates"
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Still laughing, Fenneth pondered the figure of the infant. "He's too young for drinking, but when he grows up, who knows?"
His gaze wandering south, he noted, "It's starting to get crowded on this side of the board.
Letting his bow drop to his side, the old Vulpinan warily looked over Roshiran. "You must have exerted yourself mightily to scale our palaside, especially since the gate of our village was not disturbed. What is your purpose here then, Ter?"
After looking up for a moment in thought, "I am too old for any traveling but I'm sure we have one or two civilian summoners. At the very least, the merchant I buy my components from is skilled enough to take on students." He shakes his head however, "Not all can use the magic though, and could spend years in apprenticeship only to find they lack the gift. You may have to settle with one of our kind living among you for a time until a suitable student is found and taught."
He points at the summoner circle built nearby the keep in the main plaza, a rather large circular rock marked with many unfamiliar symbols, "One of those would have to be carefully built, and they only have a limited capacity, I am the strongest summoner here, and even I can only transfer about a ton of equipment a month, and that is with an equally skilled summoner on the other side and none of my energy being shared with a spirit. People and animals can be transferred as well but at about a third of that capacity. Averaging out to about 10 dracon in three months, with your people the numbers are bound to be higher but not by much."
EDIT:Forgot spellcheck.
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Strife walks into the room bearing more rootbeer and plops down into a chair. He then looks around, seeing the results of the fight. He pushes aside some !!elves!! trying to built by his chair and asks, "What the bloody hell happened here?"
<Strife is told the story when the babe's eyes get gouged out he leaps to his feet>
"WHAT THE (&%*@#! HELL, YOU DON'T HURT CHILDREN Y Y YOU"
Strife's hand reaches towards a holster at his hip. When he learns about Vimes punishment he calms down. "I think that this game needs another dose of Altruism. I'm in."
Strife reaches into a cargo pocket and pulls out some tiles.
OOC Strife is a highly belligerent god who is devoutly 'good.
Race: Zefie Conglamorate
Zefies look like small black fluff balls with large glowing eyes. There are a scattering of other races within the conglamorate but are about the same size and physical prowress. There are some differences (If they come up I'll write about them). Zefies have a near fanatical drive to protect the weak and will take any refugees into their fortresses. They have very few magical powers, but they know a means to make their walls impervious to destruction. (They can't be taken down by catupults, but the defenders can).
Settelment tile: z
Army:Z
Perrfered terrain-forest borders-any tile that borders a forest counts for this.
Hero: Yankee
Yankee is athe last Zefie prince who was placed here by Strife. All the others were slain years ago. Strife beleives that the Zefies are the most noble of races and makes a deal with Yankee for him to participate. Yankee brings two friends with him, a blob named Felu and a Pufie named Gouzzi.
Yankee wields two nearly indistructable short swords
Perferred tile: Forests
Tile: Y
Felu is a moving blob who wields a huge sword.
Tile: Member of Zefie army always
Gouzzi is of a related species to a Zefie, but lacks visible eyes. He wields a great sniper rifle usually, but due to the world will have to find something lower tech.
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OOC) That right?
EDIT: Hope so, thats my last post for tonight, friend wants to practice his smash jigglypuff and we usually play it for hours on end.
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
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OOC Not quite. I ment for them to be up there. Not sure what happened but I know have enough time to write a bit of a story for them. It'll be up as soon as I type it in word.
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I'm just going to consider that the tile types bleed over a bit. If I don't post tommorow, they start building a wooden wall.
edit: deleted random smiley
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
"There" she said, pointing to a small dot on a river, "Is Aveceleba, our capital and only settlement when I left. And here," Kara paused, pulling loose a piece of charcol out of her harness and placing a small star on it, "This is where we are, at the northern edge of the desert here. Now, my people can live comfortably as far as here." She took the charcol and made a small dot where the river met with the ocean line. Looking up at Silvak with a merry expression. "Which is just a short way outside of your desert. The land there was warm when I passed though, not nearly as cold as this desert becomes at night, so it's not unlikely that your people will be able to survive there if they wish, or if you perfer a dracon outpost could be placed to the north comfortably."
Smiling the vulpinan rolled up the map, "Either way, I will need to find my way back to contact the leaders of my people to inform them of the trade offer. I've been gone long enough that I do not know how they will react, although I'm certain things will be positive.
Since it is so far, it would perhaps be ideal if the civilian summoner, Eoris, and at least one other to travel with me. I know how to construct a flatboat that can transport at least that many comfortably and quickly up the river, once we get there, and the extra help would be useful in setting up a summoning circle of our own so that we can send diplomats back and forth."
"Unless" Kara brought to a close slyly, "You have an easier means of communication over very long distances?"
Rivers count as both a river tiles and the surrounding tiles. When crossing a river on their favored terrain, if a faction does not favor river travel as well their movement is stopped for a turn as they ford the river.
When using boats up and down a river any civ will go two tiles when going downstream (towards the ocean) and one tile upstream, unless they are a river civ (in which case they go three downstream and two upstream.)
All tiles next to an ocean are considered "costal", which means they have a ready source of water and salt regardless of tile type (although the water may require distillation). On the ocean, everyone who is not an ocean civ may travel one tile against the wind, or two tiles with the wind. Ocean civs travel two tiles against the wind and three with it. Wind can be freely changed by any god with some form of weather control (Kanako has the sky sphere. Which grants her power over the winds. Ukko has storms in his portfolio, which allows him to do the same.) If two gods conflict then a wind will occur that is the result of the sum of their changes. (So if Kanako summons a northernly wind, and Ukko summons a easternly wind, the wind is going NE. If Ukko summons a southernly wind then no sail travel is possible and all boats travel one tile this turn)
I ramble on, but I feel that this information is somewhat pertainent to keep a record of for the future. And indeed you are next to a lake, not a desert.))
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((should Kara really travel wit the newborn?))</STRONG>
((By the end of the turn he'll be a few months old. Vulpinan's are very practical, and their travelling harnesses (which act a lot like a full-body backpack filled with straps, flaps, hooks, and pouches that a suitable for carrying nearly anything) can be adapted to carry their young. Obviously there are still some things that she shouldn't do with him, but in normal travel he should be safe. Especially if she has travelling companions.))
"All right, what happened? You know what, screw it. I'm just going down to visit the kid. Yes, I was awake long enough to see him. Good bye."
With that, he stands up and backflips onto the board, shrinking to piece size just above it.
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X-2 finally finishes whatever the hell he was doing, and is about to set off on his merry way when Xotes crashes next to him, still smoldering from penetrating the atmosphere. He gets up, brushes off his hair and stares at X-2, before cursing.
"Damn it! You know what, don't mind me, just go back to whatever you're doing!"
With that, Xotes disappears, leaving behind a very confused X-2. He shrugs, despite being physically impossible, and sets off towards the Hub.
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[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
[ May 20, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
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((OOC, I gotta wait for Greiger's reply to my last post before I can be certain what is happening in the north. But unless there is a better way Kara will be heading south across the river.
the small v's between my two settlements indicate a trade route between the two sites. Up and down the river boats are beginning to consistantly travel between the two. Once the road going around the lake is finished anyone who passes along that path is very likely to meet with a few Vulpinan traders.))
A cheery song rang out as six Vulpinan's worked in the forest outside of Lilaceleba, their hearty and off-tune voices attempting to top one another as they worked on a six-foot trench wide enough for a full caravan to travel along. Along the top of the trench, one lone forman stood resting on an alder pike, his attention constantly switching between the trees and the few pack wolves that were stabled a short way away from the diggers.
The road had been planned and dug so that few trees were felled, only in the thickest portion of the forest did digging stop and the two strongest vulpinans took axes to trees. Removing the neccecary plantlife using the wood to create small resthouses on the side of the road for travellers to sleep within safely.
It was ardarous, backbreaking work, however all of the digging crew were strong minded and willful individuals, and the road was completed foot by foot. When it was done, the route between Aveceleba and Liliaceleba would be an easy and safe route to use.
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"So, what do the Roshirani want with our town exactly Ter?" Raom asked offhanded ly at his guest as the two of them sat on the top of the palaside, watching Graed and three other younger Vulpinans of varying descriptions practiced their marksmanship. Over the last two months a number of vulpinans had found their way to Liliaceleba, having followed Raom's own group. The village was swelling with new hands, and wooden houses had joined the perimiter of the encampment on top of the more extensive burrows in order to hold the influx of population. The coast of the lake was filled with small fishing boats, their owners pulling up dozens of salmon now that the fall had fully begin to set in the small settlement, and everyone in Liliaceleba was storing food for the onroaching winter... not that they would see much snow, like Aveceleba this place was quite warm.
"You've told me that your people already live on the lake, so food and herbs are out of the question. You've mentioned our clay pottery and bonecrafts, but you can certainly manufacture those yourself as well. Really, I'm at a loss as to what we could offer you that you do not already have." Puzzled, Raom glanced over towards the newly erected school, watching as the few children who had migrated in with their parents ran out of the small building and began to wrestle each other to the ground, one particularily burly vixen eventually coming out on top with a triumphant shout, before a nearby wolf cub tackled her and the contest began anew with fresh vigor.
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Silvak nods at this, "As for communication we can train swift messengers. Since our settlements are currently closely spaced we have not had the need to document the area well enough to train any. But I'm sure we can have some of the scout units trained for messenger duty within the year. We can also begin work on a road connecting these two sites. We have a touch of an unemployment problem anyway since our metalworking operations cannot work at full capacity without wood so it would help us as well."
OOC)There I managed to sneak another post in tonight...er this morning...it's 1AM
Q1)How long does it take to build a road like this by the way? I'm thinking simple rock road, with buildings every half day or so travel for shelter from the heat/cold during each race's non-ideal travel times. I would also probably need the population size of an outpost dedicated just to maintaining it with the nature of the desert.
Q2)The bird is rather fast but I don't want a unit that can vastly outpace everything else on any terrain even if only one summoner in my team can call it and takes months of prep to do so. It can be fluffed that being so far from it's home it gets disoriented and lost once in awhile on the trip if it needs to go one space a turn. This thing is mostly just being used since Vime promised his hero of a quick trip back and I don't want him to seem like a liar. What seems like a fair speed?
EDIT: Whoop turn passed. I'll wait til tomorrow afternoon to take an official turn though. Too tired now.
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After saying that Shelesh extended his shadows and another screen appeared.
"Feel free to use it to keep track of your trade routes."
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Source city | Destination city | Traded resources | Travel time
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Shushaw Shesh | Shushaw Hath | Food, wood, tools | <1 turn
Shushaw Hath | Shushaw Shesh | Metal, stone, gems | <1 turn
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Lord Koga once again hiked through the mountains between mahoyiga and eientei. The population of Eientei was growing rapidly, and since he was the only son of Madara on this island, his presence in both mahoyiga and eientei was needed. Now he had two choices: Announce another leader for eientei, or build a road between the two places to speed up the travel between both. The first however, was impossible. For ages, the Tengu lived in a strict theocratic dynasty. Splitting his authority up and giving it to a commoner ? unthinkable...
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"Lady Sanae?"
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"Lady Sanae?"
"....."
"My lady ?"
"By the godess, can't you see I am trying to reach enlightenment through meditation here !"
"I am sorry, my lady, I am just here to announce that your food has been prepared."
Sanae sighed. Now that she has been disturbed, getting back to the mental dialouge with her father would take hours. With great effort she forced herself to smile upon the plate. Fish.
Again...
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Madara sat up from a long session of meditation. He was just telling his daughter about how the main part of the settlement has been erected, only the pagoda was incomplete yet. However, the connection was lost.
Stretching his limbs, he noticed a guard has been waiting next to him.
"What is it?"
"My lord, we have spotted two small figures roaming around the outskirts of the settlement. They are not approaching us and try to stay out of sight. We assume that they are spies."
"Catch them and bring them to me. Make sure they don't escape. If they should try to flee, kill them. I will not allow spies to make our position known to possibly aggressive civilisations."
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With the sun in their back so they wouldn't be seen, 4 armed guards came down from the sky, next to the two intruders. Before they could react, the ring tipped staffs of the guards, whichs edges were sharpened enough to easily cut flesh, were hold to their throats.
"You two are comming with us"
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It was twilight in Shelesh's research tower. He and Shraal had been preparing for Shelesh's speech before the Shadow Council, a month away.
"You do know where they take their energy from."
"Of course, My Lord. I studied them long enough. They take their energy from the infinite and renewable reserves of the land itself. Maintaining them open uses almost no energy but transportation of goods and people requires an amount of energy directly proportional to the mass and mobility of--"
"Yes, yes, feel free not to recite your Portal Creation Handbook. I know you have good memory. But tell me, how does the land renew its energy reserves ?"
"Unproven theories point towards geothermal and atmospheric activity--"
"Let me rephrase that. How do YOU think the land renews its energy ?"
"I have not given it much thought especially with the sicknesses that had been plaguing the other races before they attacked us."
"Don't you think it is strange that those sicknesses should arise nearly at the same time as our use of the portals increases ?"
Shraal pondered those words for a few minutes.
"You don't mean that those portals are draining their power from the lifeforce of the land ?"
"Not only that of the land, but also of the living. We do not notice the effects ourselves since we are quite resistant to these. But the other races, they die, and they have understood the source of their suffering faster than we did. This is why it is our responsibility to help the land remake itself. Of course that will not be enough for the other races. They will always hound us for those we killed unknowingly. But we can rebuild this world and leave it forever with a large enough sacrifice."
"A large sacrifice, My Lord ?"
"The whole Thelash race should probably be enough lifeforce to stabilise the land. Of course someone will have to channel that force straight into the land. That someone will become the equivalent of a god."
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The background noise had ceased. Helesh was waiting for his master's appraisal of the work he had done.
"It shall not be done, Helesh. Look at these two equations. They show the dependency of the portals on the lifeforce of the land."
"They certainly do, but it is only a minimal amount. It will have no consequence in the long run."
"The more we transport and the more we will need to transport. Using that portal to transport even the smallest amount of resources will kill someone somewhere. Can you live with the gratuitouts death of other weighting on your soul ? These portals are not toys, they are weapons of war that can tear the land apart. Put these schematics somewhere safe with enough written warnings on them. This way no Thelash will ever make the mistake of using them."
"I will do so, Lord Shraal."
With that Helesh gathered his papers and left the office. Shraal went again up the circular balcony and looked at the walls under construction. They were still far from completion but could already provide sufficient protection from poorly-equipped enemies. Once finished they would be about 150 meters tall and a good 20 meters thick to resist siege fire, with arrow slits and towers here and there.
He knew Helesh would now focus on these walls, to make up for his nearly-catastrophic lack of wisdom. With him working harder, the walls would be finished within a year.
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Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Administrating site
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administrating site
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Building walls
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Military training/Defense research
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Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(47)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Outpost(15)
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
"Hail, Silis."
"Hail, Reit," replied the Roshanian in the traditional Ipetian manner. It was obvious he had been practicing. "What news of that dust cloud? We have been waiting for quite some time now."
"I'm afraid it is bad news. There is a group of Giants, headed south. They are outfitted in the manner of a raiding party. I can only assume that they head for my people. I cannot, in good conscience, ask you to put yourself at risk with me. You would probably be safer if you returned home. What do you think?"
((Your cue, Heph. Do you want the ambassador to stay with Riet, or return home to safety?))
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Nietzsche was greatly troubled. In his hand he held a message from Riet. This one seemed as mad as the first, only far more troubling. The message was a simple seven words: The wind blows, and the reed bends. Nietzsche knew what it meant. Every Ipetian child knew what it meant. But, it was pure madness. Why would Riet do such a thing? He must be completely insane. Still, that he should write this message...
Nietzsche knew he could not dismiss this message and do nothing. However, he also realized that the moment everyone learned that Riet was alive, he would be powerless again. He came up with a compromise. He would send out advance patrols, all around the Ipetian land. If they saw anything, they would report back immediately. Also, he would keep the population ready, just in case.
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[OOC:The patrols, are, of course, somewhat abstract. They move one tile out from the village and outposts, and then back in every turn. However, since they move a whole tile, the can effectively see anything up to two tiles away from the city. Anything big, that is; individuals can slip by easily, but groups cannot. It is worth noting that there are no patrols south, southwest, or southeast of Southfield, and none southwest of Westfield, since those tiles are not preferred terrain for Ipetians.]
((from the language_elf.txt:[T_WORD:FLAME:acathi][T_WORD:FLOWER:ima], My heroes name is Acathiima, Fireflower.
And all the conversations I have are naturally in elven, that hardly needs saying.))
Acathiima sat at the edge were the bare mountain met the forest, a sad expression of longing in her eyes, the hair of flames dancing slowly in the wind.
And out from the forest walked a demonic kobold, fur blacker than the night, claws and teeth of steel.
"Who are you, kobold" the !!elf!! asked.
"I am Armok."
"What have you done to us"
"you are my pawns in this game"
The elf tried to grab a nearby dandelion, but it burst into flames at her touch, her hand only grasping a pillar of ash.
"Your crimes are unforgivable Armok, the one thing we love we can not touch without destroying it, and for that we ourselves are destroyed."
"You are my slaves, you have no choice but to obey me."
"If we don't?"
"Do you remember those eternities of suffering, for no reason at all? You should remember at least the last aeons or so... you don't want that again"
The elves eyes widened, and she began to glow in white as the rock beneath her cracked from her heat.
"I thought you did" Armok said whit a faint smile "I will be back. Until then, learn and grow, I put you in charge of Efil-inira."
"We are a democracy!"
"I care nothing for your demo-crazy."
And whit that Armok disappeared in a flash before the elf, who sat down again, and cried soft tears over her cruel fate.
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"Ok, now that's fixed" Amok said reappearing at the table. "Poor things but it is necessary."
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It had been three months since the meting, three months since she told her story, three months since they began their work whit building lives were none ought to be...
There were thirteen elves all in all, and from some point of view she supposed they did rather well considering the situation.
They had discovered that heat can be used for many things, maybe the most important yet being that heated to about 1000C the local rock was in a platic clay-like state that could be easel shaped by hand.
And so they dug their homes in the bare rick whit their bare hands, like dwarves she thought. Stinky filthy dwarves.
and the same method they used to shape the rock into whatever tools they needed, and also some rocks they found could bend quite a bit without breaking at normal body temperature, so they made sheets of it and from those sheets clothing. (Other races call that bendable rock "iron", and it can be bent well at the normal body temperature of 600C :p)
They had so far near-surface housing for all thirteen, whit big windows to let the sun and air in, they may live underground like dwarves but would at least not do it any more than necessary, and they also had a hall and corridors beneath the housings and some exploratory tunnels going deeper. One needed one to heat ones hand until it shone to be able to see in those dark tunnels.
All of this was of coarse quite small, nothing like the works of dwarves or men.
There was one who didn't work on the digging or exploration, Eroale (peace-leaf) only say by a sandpit he found, day and night repeating the same short routine oblivious to the outside world; taking a handful of sand, melting it into a green truculent mass, shaping it into a leaf, and putting it it carefully in a pile behind him.
He was actually getting rather good at it, every piece was unique and except for the transparency they looked rather than real ones.
What a waste of time, only an insult to the beauty of the real thing trying to mimic it in dead rock.
(Edit: after consideration changed weeks to months to make it less overpowered)
((Oh, and even if the clothes are iron they still doesn't offer much protection because they are heated until the point of becoming kinda soft))
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
"Oh, are we now? and might I ask, just who th' 'ell are you?
((Yup, there he goes. Poor Markus.))
((EDIT: Hold on a sec, where did that random tile of dry land to the south of them come from? It was sea yesterday...))
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
The guards didn't really know what to think of the small, furry creatures before them. On of them seemingly lost not only consciousness, but as a wet spot on it's pants indicated, also the controle over other body functions as well. But just what the first one lacked in courage was present in the second one. So courageous, it was imputent.
One of the guards who was previously threatening the coward pulled out some rope and started tying it's hands.
With a ugly sound, the leader of the guards hit the monsters cheek with the flat site of it's staff.
"Your questions will or will not be answered later. The divine lord, voice of the twin godess of sky and earth has asked for your presence. You will be interogated and judged upon. I must ask you not to resist, as it would be unfortunate if instead of the promised two spies, I just deliver one of them and a corpse. Now put your hands behind your back, so that we can tie them."
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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Larika raised a hand to feel the blood trickling down her cheek. Seeing no other viable option, she reluctantly complied.
((Not much elss happening on my end. Although I believe Zurinth should increase a size this turn, shouldn't it?))
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
After the capives were led in, they were thrown violently unto the ground, the guard shouting:" On your knees! And avert your eyes, you might be blinded by his glory!"
"Explain yourself", adressed the Lord the two shakals. "Who send you, and what is your purpose. Speak quick, or I might lose my interest."
That was a total lie. Curiosity was burning in him with passion. He wanted to know as much as possible about his visitors. But he had to keep up the intimidation act.
"We came from the west, to the coast, a little more than a week or so ago. We were to scout out a location for a new harbor. This seemed like a good enough place, 'till we found out you lot had moved in"
"Guard, free their hands. Show me where the settlements of your civilization are, and how many of them life in each"
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((an X will mark the settlements. Below the map, also write down which settlement has how many people living in them))
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Population: 80+
Larika picks up the brush, and places a mark near the western end of the map, assigning a value to it.
"The city is built entirely underground. The entrance is blocked by a door hewn from... blood-red stone. the sentries have orders to leave therm sealed until we return."
"Very well then. This is a very important piece of information. Guards, bind their hands again and lead them outside. You know what to do with them."
Silently, with a faces unmoved like masks, the two guards bound the captives hands one more time, and lead them outside. Madara was sipping from his cup of rice wine, and just started to fill a small wooden pipe with tabac, as a slashing sound was heart outside, followed by a cry of pain and the splattering of blood dripping on stone.
In this open plain, with the sea at their back, the Tengu were totaly defenceless. It was time to prepare a festival for the godess...
"Well, Roam the Roshani are great Inventors but for many inventions and especially for theyr house rafts they need Wood. Cooper, tin and silver would be great and knowledge of Nature and Technologie would be one of the things they would die for. The benefits for you would be Gold and many things made of Glass also the Roshani would fight for theyr friends and would share theyr wisdom and inventions with you. The Roshani have also contact with another race called the "Ipetians" so a good relationship with the Roshani means that they could arrange a meeting between them and you."
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- In the Plains south east of Karatomca -
"Riet, our Hometowns are very good defended and i think you need every Crossbow and Spear you can find.We are Friends now and if a friend needs Help the Roshani would help him in every needed way. Now lets talk about the defense systems of your settlements maybe we can improve them a little bit."
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ooc: X is my Herosymbol.
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
((I know the X is your heroes symbol, but this was just a piece of perchament, not the gameboard of the gods))
Edit: ((YAR first AND second bloodshed in this game go on my count if you count the eyes of the baby-god. And that from a race that isn't even particularly fond of shedding blood. YAR))
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
seeing the coyotes die Armok quickly snatched in the air above the board.
"Yes, got her!
This was a pure luck catch Imp, keep better care of your people!
And the whole reincarnation mes or whatever you want to do whit her you have to take care of yourself, here."
And Armok handed over the very disoriented soul to Imp.
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
((edit: or you could go with Armok's idea))
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Crap, tornado sirens just went off. no more posts for me today guys.))
Aris and her attendant moved in the little town that was now ringed with a wall made from stone. An old Roshani aproached and hailed them.
"Ah friend you must be the Investigator Leam had announced in his last Letter. I am Tomin first guard of irumathra and your host as long as you and your daughter may stay here." said the old Roshani to Aris attendant.
"Unfortunately you ar..." said Aris only to be interrupted by the Tomin.
"If grown ups talking you have to remain in silence Kid."
"Well i think what the "Kid" wants to say is that you talking to the attendant of the investigator Aris."
"Then where is this Aris then?" replied the Tomin.
"Well i a..."
"Hadnt i said that you have to remain in silence? I have to say that your daughter isnt well behaved."
"Oh Aris isnt my daughter. To be direct she is the investigator our dear Lord has send you." Aris attendant said.
"You are kidding me!?"
"No hes not and now lead us to the next tavern and never interrupt me again or you become the the first janitor."
- Irumathra - 4. Day -
3 days where gone and Aris attendant was still interrogating the Roshani who had seen the explosion. She has decided that it was better that everybody believes her attendant was the real investigator Aris Leam had send to Irumathra. It was pure luck nobody has heard them that morning.
The plans of the old still were laying before her. "What a big Horseshit they have done here so inefficient no wonder that still is exploded." she thought "This was more a weapon then a Still".
- Irumathra - 5. Day - Morning -
"Tomin we want to look at the ruins of that still."
"Yes your highness is your daughter coming too?"
"Yes she is i want to show her what a constructive failure can do."
"A constructive failure? I ve constructed that still by myself. I have an much smaller model of it in my cellar and it never had shown any ..."
"Than i think you will be happy if you can give it to us as a Gift."
"But how do i ... you know my Plain ... *sigh* yes my lord i will be honnored if you take my own still as a Gift."
"Now please show us the ruins of that Still"
- Irumathra - 5. Day - Evening -
"What do you think Aris?"
"You have seen that Ruins whats your guess?"
"Well the Still was made from Pottery and Wood i think it was to much pressure for it and it exploded like the letter they had send says."
"The preasure wasnt high enought for doing this. I think the Alcohol has done the main work."
"But how?"
"Well that the question we have to answer. Did you get that ministill from Tomin?"
"Yes i have."
"Good mind if you have to pretend to be me for another month or two?"
"No your highness its quit amusing you know."
"Oh dont get drunken on that."
"Yes Aris er i mean your Highness"
"You can settle with Aris in private you are calling me that since we have arrived and no one has me ever called "your highness"."
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ooc:
Irumathra grows in Turn 7 to a Village for better produce of food. Next turn Karatomca becomes a Town.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Village
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
"I am sorry," replied Riet, "It is my fault for not teaching you this earlier. The Ipetian were originally a nomadic race. Only recently have we begun to live in structured settlements. When Buigend Riet was founded, it was agreed that if, in times of danger, our people became threatened, the entire settlement would be abandoned. The phrase that would be used in such a case is 'The wind blows, and the reed bends.' If this order were given, all Ipetians were to make ready to move immediately"
A look of clarity appeared in the ambassador's eyes. "Do you understand? The Ipetians do not defend their capital; they move it. I sent the order a while ago. As we speak, the entire capital is being prepared for evacuation, if they have not left already. However, we should be able to intercept them if we continue on our present course."
Riet sighed. "I wish it didn't have to be so. My people have grown comfortable. They will not want to leave, even though they must. Still, every child is prepared for this as soon as they can talk. We will be ready to bend."
[OOC: Little does he know that Nietzsche is thwarting his plans.
On a different note, Akroma, your map is a little off. It should be:
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Of course, how they would know what is that far west is beyond me; especially since they would have had contact with the Ipetians if they traveled that far.
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
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Once more, Xotes hurtles to the ground, leaving behind a small crater. He gets up, dusts himself off, readjusts his goggles and pats his gun holster, before looking about for wherever the kid was.
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OV was taking a walk outside, surveying the general area of the town. Spotting nothing interesting, he turns to go to the Oil Hall, (Lord knows how they get the stuff) and spots X-2 stomping his way towards the place. His beak drops as much as was anatomically possible, before running over to another pringer, smacking it upside the head, and ordering it to alert the rest of the town. Said pringer saluted, and ran off, smacking any other pringers it met to relay the message.
"As it stands now, however, it is unlikely to come down to a fight. We will simply burn the fields and remove any sign that we were here. It will look like a brush fire and an empty clearing. The giants will come, pass by the old site, and we will be long gone. Eventually, they will give up and go back to wherever they came from. It may have been a while since we were last on the move, but the Ipetians can still remember how to hide their tracks."
"Some say that using arrows is cowardly, that you should face your enemy head on. I disagree. The archer is merely playing to his strength, and minimizing his weakness. When we, as you put it, 'run away,' we also play to our strength in speed, and minimize our weakness in power."
"You are quite right in saying that sometimes, you must fight and there is no other alternative. The trick to Ipetian tactics is knowing when to strike back. If, as you suggest, the giants attempt to build a stronghold, then we will strike at their builders and settlers, because that is when they do not want to be attacked. However, when they send a raiding party to drive us out, we deny them battle. That is the true goal of Ipetians in war: do what the enemy does not want you to do. When he wants you to fight, do not. When he wants you to look away, look closer, and when he wants you to run, fight back with all your strength."
"This raiding party wants to fight, and so we will not."
Carefully judging the ambassador's face, Riet continued. "There is only one circumstance when we will fight the enemy no matter what: when a friend is in danger. If even one Ipetian is in trouble, the entire people will go out after him. That is the only time we throw caution to the winds. Perhaps it's foolishness; why sacrifice 100 so that the one can survive? Nevertheless, we see that one as of infinite worth, and so we do everything to save him."
"I tell you this, even though it is our greatest weakness. I would only tell it to a friend of the Ipetian people. As of now, you are my friend, and I would sacrifice anything to save you. Once we reach my people, I am sure the others will feel the same way."
[ May 21, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
"H-hey, strange pringer. W-welcome to the Hub."
"OV, is that you? It's me, pringer A. Well, now I'm X-2, but you get the point."
OV stares up at X-2, realization dawning as much as was possible on his face. He starts laughing.
"Oh. Heh. Heheh. Hehehehe. Hahahaha! Oh man, dood, it's been a while! Where'd you go? And how'd you get so big?"
"Long story... Dood. Hey, that's actually pretty cool. Dood. DoOd. DOOD. DOOD! Awesome. Anyway, I'll give ya a quick briefing on what happened..."
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Xotes finally, after much intense sneaking action past a lethargic guard involving twigs, monkeys, and various other noodle implements, manages to find the kid. Grimacing at the empty eye, he steps foward and crouches down to be at an even level with him.
"Damn, she did a number on you, kid. To make up for it... I'll leave you this."
With that, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen, before writing something down on it and setting it next to him.
"Okay, now that the explanation for that's over with, here ya go."
He reaches into his gun holster, and draws out a Single Action Army, turns the safety on and sets it next to the note.
"All right, on that's an explanation on how to use that, AND how to make bullets for it. Wooden and bone ones only, though. You want to learn to make metal ones, meet with the Pringers."
With that, he snaps his fingers and disappears.
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Xotes reappears at the table and takes his previous seat, before looking at Vimes.
"Well, there's my contribution to your kid. Now leave me out of it."
With that, he slumps down in his chair.
Yankee was amazed at the progress that just a couple of months could make. Several local people had joined. Angelsheild was starting to look like a small village. Gouzzi had decided that the best place for the buildings would be on the top of the tallest hill in the area. It was fairly flat and should have enough space for about 20 houses and some related buildings. The farmers had found several spots that assorted crops flourished and some fast growing plants had already been harvested.
Yankee had made several trips to further out hills (still in the tile) to survey the territory. The river seemed nice and strong; it even had several brooks that led nearby Angelsheild. The small grove of trees that was nearby had been all chopped down. There was enough wood to make small ubove ground shelters for everyone if most of the space was underground. There were enough remainning logs to create a paliside around the settlement. A much larger forest can be seen in the distence. I think that my nation will be based in there. Also, what I origionally thought was desert seems to actually seems to be some of the largest beaches he'd ever seen. A real inland sea stretched beyond them.
Yankee realized that defense would need to be tackled. He and Felu were both fearsome swordsmen and would be enough to take on a fairly small raiding force. Gouzzi was out of his element and it bothered him. After designing the buildings and wall, he sat down to creat a suitable replacement for his precious sniper-rifle. Soon, cross-bows of varrying degrees of effectivness were laying around. If only they had more bolts than the ones that Gouzzi used for testing purposes. yankee considered envokeing the mystical defenses that protected Zefie forts, but he remembered that there had been only one true fortress in his father's country. The power must be limited. He also supposed that the castle would have to be based outt of rock.
Yankee decided that if anyone attacked with seige stuff, they would be screwed anyway. The wall provided decent protection against small charges and arrows, but Yankee worried about flame. The hills were very dry and the last thing Yankee wanted were the civillians under his care to be engulfed in an inferno. Yankee finally saw a young Zefie running about, covered with mud. Her parents chased after it. On a hunch, Yankee pulled Gouzzi away from his experiments to ask about it.
"Man Yankee, I really wish that my little cousin were here. Kouzzi would probally whip up a mounted machinebow or something. I'm not horrible with this engineering, but he was an expert inventer. Sigh. The mud around here? I know that its annoying, sometime I'll come up with running water so we can clean it up. The problem is the mud itself. The ground around here seems to be smecktite. The stuff is very liquidy when it's saturated, but when it dries its as hard as a rock. It would make a good building tool, but rain would melt it."
Yankee ordered the wooded paliside to be liberly slathered with the smecktite. "Let's see fire arrows burn through rock-mud," he mused to himself.
Yet, the real problem was Angelsheild itself. It was great for a farming village, but was not suited for anything more than a hamlet, and that was pushing it. He made a declaration to his people, "We will start gathering food. Once we have a few more people, some will move to start new settlements."
Yankee just wished that he had a map. . .
He enjoys Battle of Gods II and really should get back to work on his own project. . .
Ukko smiled. Watching the gameboard, he finally saw that the castle on the top of the mountainpeak was getting finished. It would be serviceable residence for him now... The temple truly was grand he mused to himself. "Weeell... as i said sometime ago, i intend to make this game more, interesting, for myself. Thus, i shall wish my material goodbyes to you here in... well... whereever we are. I shall materialize to mortal world, and stay there!" as an afterthought he said "Of course, i am not intending to venture around the world. No fun in unfair game. More like shouting around my subjects." Then, he started to collect small stormclouds above himself. "REMEMBER! I'll be in my temple there in the peak! Keep in touch!" With a flash of lightning, he was gone.
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Hrafn was admiring HIS work, the castle was now in serviceable state, and he would start moving in those 33 giants that now resided here. "It is a work of art" he thought to himself "Indeed it is, but i must notify you, I, was the inspiration from where you build this!" Hrafn turned around and saw nothing this time, eventhough he knew that it was The Grand god that had spoken. Again he turned to face the castle, and now he saw the gathering stormclouds above it.
"Great..." The stormclouds suddenly started packing up, into a great circle. Suddenly it burst out and started cowering sky and mountains in thundering speed, Lightning burst out of the greatly expanding black cloud, Tornadoes started forming under it, and the wind was certainly catching up all around the castle. The thunderous rumbling of the storm filled the canyons, and then it started to rain. Rain like never before. Hrafn was already covering his head while trying to find safety from the frequent lightning and the avalanches coming from the surrounding mountains. It was certainly a storm to end all storms.
Then, suddenly, everything stopped. The storm rapidly narrowed to a cone like cloud, with the sharp end reaching the castle. Then, it was just... Sucked in.
And Hrafn knew, that he would have a very personal meeting with his god.
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The oracle was horrified. He knew what the sudden storm meant, and he also knew that HE would have to reach his god. There was old stories about happenings like this, and usually, the oracles didnt survive them. The Grand god would put all the oracles in a test. This test, was a test of faith. And faith, was often very limited in those who were the voice of the god. Those who sought power by it.
He took a deep breath, and took his staff.
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Ragndir looked upon the storm far away in the mountains, and hoped he was there, participating in the great feast that would surely follow such a grand show of power from their god. Insted, he was going down south, in the intend to pillage and capture some of the greatly needed slaves. The thought of battle comforted him abit, but wasnt enough to remove the gnaving feeling that told him something was wrong. He ordered a halt. "I dont like this... its been far too quiet for too long. I think someone knows, how and from where i dont know, but i think we should start moving more stealthily. We will look out for ANY movement, and, eliminate it." The other giants saluted, and readied their weapons.
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[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
It never ends well.
If it's ok with you guys I'll change the turn at the usual time so we don't get thrown off.))
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Kanako mindlessly watched the little pieces do their thing, playing with her trophy. Throwing it up and catching it like a ball she earned herself angry glares from Armok and Vime, but she couldn't care less. In the past few days, Madara has been bugging her again and again to protect them from the monsters of the east. One of the spies escaped their planned execution, and would surely run of and report what happened to her master. Pondering what to do, the divine eye-ball slipped her grasp, and fell towards the game board. Her eyes widening in shock, she quickly picked up the village token in which Madara resided in, but failed to catch the eye in time. With the soft sound of somethign wet hitting something hard, it fell just on the place the village was, merging with the gameboard. Hastily, Kanako tried to remove it, but to no avail, the eye was stuck.
"Well then, so be it. That should shut up Madara as well..."
Suwako transformed the flesh into stone, making the divin eye-ball a mountain, then set back the village token.
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His mind full of worries, Madara let his eyes wander of the plains in front of his window. The godess was not answering his prayers anymore. In this hostile lands, his guards filed to chase down the escaped spy. Soon he would have to pay the price for that, and in this land, his chances were close to zero.
"Oh godess, why have you forsa..."
Suddenly, a frame was missing. Before his eyes, a vast mountainrange was now filling his view. In it's center, a perfectly circular lake. With a shock, Madara stumbled backwards and landed on his behind. Barely able to force out a word, he musted all his strength to form a "T..thank you..".
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Edit: i cant wait for the part where vimes child finds his missing eye.
hmph.. for readers, look for later post to see whats this about.
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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Originally posted by Nhiphanter:
<STRONG>OOC: well... that was undoudabtly the most divine action in this game so far. No objections from me, except that i hope that events like these wont happen very often. That would quite much ruin the game in my opinion.</STRONG>
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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Originally posted by Armok:
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((well, actually what Vimes did will probably have more effect gameplay wise even is it doesn't show up on the map... thou he used more 'mortal' means.))
((oh wait this means I should do my turn now...))
</STRONG>
Yes, but having godly altered landscape allover the place would be quite annoying.
The unamed Zelfie settlement is currently a Hamlet, as is Armok's !!Elf!! village.
Xotes: The Hub has reached the largest it can become without a suburbia. In order to become a City you need two adjacent Hamlets to it. In order to become a metropolis it requires three adjacent Villages. By now the pringer have denuded most of the area of usable metals at The Hub and it's surrounding areas.
Captn. Blood and Greiger havn't officially moved this turn yet either.
Greiger, it takes one turn per segment. Maintaining roads depends on the area. Akroma's road in the south between his core settlements is easy to maintain, and I'm assuming that his population can regularily go out and maintain the short road. My own population are constantly travelling between my settlements, but no people actually take up permanent residence along the road so thus I'm just using my nonmigrant symbol every few hexes to represent that. For the desert, it would be a hell of a lot tougher.
A road would need to be carefully maintained, and a tunnel would be unwise due to the nature of sand. A trading group of just dracons could get by with simple stone markers and buildings, but that would not aid other travellers in the least.
I'll leave it to you to think of a method for making a trade route there, I think.))
Raom watched the Roshani carefully, weighing the strangeness of him carefully. "Well, wood we have plenty of in the least. Copper, tin, silver... none of those we use in any great amount. The small amount we coax from the ground are incorporated into our crafts or clothes. At best, we can agree to trade some wood for gold. Go back to your people and tell them our offer, I'll send with you two vulpinans. The first will be Graed, my student, he'll be your bodyguard and our diplomat, the second will be our head lumberer Cenna. You will take with you a raft containing thirty logs to trade."
Noting the excited look on Ter's face the old ranger continued, "Cenna is to be in charge of all trades when you arrive. Understnd, the logs are not a gift to your people. We expect to get a fair deal for them."
Graed started at his mentor's statements, his eyes locking with Raom's for just a moment before saluting the old Vulpinan. His left hand raising to his heart in a brief salute before leading Ter away from the table and out of the door, "Come this way sir, Cenna lives on the northern edge of the river. I'll take you there on my own riverboat..."
Raom walked slowly over to the window, watching as the young bowman led the diplomat towards the river. If the Roshani was honest, then good times were going to be occuring very soon. If not... well... Graed can handle himself well in a scrape. He wasn't as good a shot as the old ranger yet... that would take a few years more, but he was competent and trustworthy.
The second was a rare trait amounst vulpinan's after all.
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Kara listened carefully
((OOC: I'm thinking about allowing military units like raiding parties and armies should be allowed to move faster at the expense of sleep and food. Such a forced march would allow them to move one more square than normal in a turn, but doing so for more than one turn causes members of that group to become sick, injured, and eventually die off. Obviously certain civs would be more resiliant to this effect, in particular the Tengu, Drogar, and Storm Giants (Thus they can forced march for two turns before reaching the sickened phase of a march). Captives, obviously, could also be force-marched along with an army. The captives would be forced to carry food and wounded of the controlling army and would need to die before the effects of the march would effect the controlling group.
What are your thoughts about this?
Suggested table:
code:Turn of Forced March: Effect on Group
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1st : No effect
2nd : Exhaused
3rd : Sick
4th : Injured
5th : 20% Death
6th : 50% Death
7th : Army collapsesExhaused: This group fights poorly untill they end a turn in a settlement or do not move for a turn.
Sick: This group is beginning to get sick from lack of supplies. They will fight poorly untill they rest in a settlement for a turn.
Injured: Injuries are becoming common. This group will need to rest for many months untill it is battle-worthy
Death: x% of this group has dropped dead from exhaustion
Army Collapse: This group has disbanded, the few survivors no longer are willing to fight for their civ.
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Also, that mountain range is affecting a neaby settlement. I won't object to changing the terrain slightly via divine powers, but that's just way too huge. Perhaps a 3x3 area with a single large mountain (named volcano) in the middle would be more appropriate.))
Vime shook his head at Suwako and Kanako, freezing time the game bored. "Hold on now, we can't go changing the board like that whenever we like. I'll admit my move was somewhat forthright some turns ago, but that is ... well, that's too much."
With care he touched at the board, pushing down with one hand as he continued, "You choose at the start an island that was far from others so that your civilization would be secure, even in defeat. Connecting the two now would be unfair to the Giants, who choose to be on the mainland. In the intrest of competition, the land must be reclaimed by the sea in it's own time.
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"Now, let's all take a brief break." Vime continued, winking at the twin godesses of earth and sky, "Come Kanako, Suwako, let's go to the bar. I'll buy you both a drink. Whatever you like, as long as you don't clean me out."
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
edit: take note homever that it is not finished yet, it'll take some time still.
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
"But only if the drinks have cherries and olvies, and not my eyes in them"
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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Log of Silvak Bluesabers
I am tired of doing nothing but bookeeping and administrative things inside the capital and am preparing for an expedition to the northern mountains. These small hills are unlikely to hold much more ore within range of the city and I don't want us to run out.
I have left orders for a road to be constructed between the capital and the site of the future Vulpinian outpost. We will use the method that the great intercontinental road back home used for the leg over the red sands, a stone road slightly elevated with low walls to try to minimise the impact of the sands and monsters. We will also build shelters every half day or so travel time for protection from the elements. It will be a large project, and tie up a large number of both civilian and military workers when complete, but it should work.
(the rest of the log is supply lists for the expedition. Ranging from hunting gear to prospecting equipment. It also has personality profiles and lists of notable skills of seven companions that are coming along to set up an outpost at any good sites.)
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OOC)I'm unsure of the ship locations myself so I just carried it over from Nhiphanter's last post with a map. Sorry if it's off.
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Acathiima was working according to routine when Ilecaaye came running up his tunnel eyes gleaming.
"What is it now, have you found MORE Microcline?" she asked him annoyed.
"You must come and look!"
"I have no time for this nonsense."
"I have found food"
"Food? Inside a mountain? I thought we didn't need to eat in this form!"
"So thought I, now come"
And Acathiima followed him.
They went thought the tunnels for about an hour, and as they rounded the last corner a strange invisible radiance struck them, it was warming like the rays of the sun and it felt like the sent of food in the nose of the starving, her instincts took over and she hurled herself at the faintly glowing rock at the end of the tunnel.
It was the most gorgeously delicious thing she had ever tasted. She hadn't realised she was starving until now.
after eating about two kilograms she was finished, an she threw herself and hugged Ilecaaye. "I will never call you crazy again!" she whispered "you have saved us all!"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Well" Armok said "I am doing my turn now in any case."
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ═‼e....│..⌂⌂~V~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲Ç▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├≡──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å...♣♣♣ ╔♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌───X Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δ───▬──┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑K⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣ç.♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈÷↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣...R.♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣⌂▲▲▲⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣..≡ ♣♣♣⌂▲≈▲⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... ...⌂¥▲▲⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈⌂⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈»≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Settlement(s):
Efil—inira - Coldfire
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
quote:
Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>((well, Vime changed it through divine interaction, while Armok, instead of making it big again, simply ignore vimes version. The choice here is obvious. Armok simply used a flawed mao in this turn))
</STRONG>
((Mao was inherently flawed. TUM-DEE-DAH-DAH............. Sorry ))
quote:
Xotes:
Spotting nothing interesting, he turns to go to the Oil Hall, (Lord knows how they get the stuff)
Thats why I made the trade request between the Koneko and Priners metal armor for animal fat/tallow (for greese and lubrication, etc.))
(Also, for some reason the computer I'm on keeps screwing up the code, so I only put in the section where the Hanabira champ moved.)
code:
≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
≈≈≈≈≈÷↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
»≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
And
code:
Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko :Village
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko :Hamlet **
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko :Outpost
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂E♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲‼⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├≡──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å...♣♣♣ ╔♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈..↑↑⌂⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣ç.♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈÷↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣...R.♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣...ΦΦ♣..≡ ♣♣♣..¥^⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈»≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((That's what I currently have, with Akroma's next turn on it. If something is inaccurate about it post a fix so I can get everything straight. I havn't counted the !!Elf!! turn yet the since the eighth turn hasn't started yet.
The boat on the western continent is now on dry land, that would make it a special place since it's a major shipwreak.
Please let's not make any moves yet. Yes I know I missed a day, but if we just start updating randomly things can turn out very ugly. At the very least I need to know what the map was according to Akroma's move before we can continue so we all have a totally up-to-date map. It appears I wasn't the only one who wasn't online at all yesterday so it makes sense that we extend turn seven a bit regardless.))
"Cherries and Olives? Certainly I can manage that, I am a god of prosperity after all. "
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Suwako snaps her fingers and a bottle of wine appears infront of Imp's lips. No matter in which direction he turns his head, it keeps following him.
After a second he snaps out of it. "Durnit... don't mind me, that was just my death domain talking. I wouldn't have one of the rooms with free cable if I didn't have at least two major domain powers. My landlord, Ryuujin is strict about that kinda stuff."
((Ok, as long as we keep up all this intresting RP MAYBE I can forgive skiping that actual turn of play))
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 22, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
((Hmm "from a fermented substance such as potatoes, grain or sugar beet molasses"(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vodka), well not only potatoes it seems like, but the line was still funny))
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂E♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲‼⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├≡──≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å...♣♣♣ ╔♣≈♣♣♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
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"Bah, it's still not time?"
With that, he hops up and moves to follow Vimes, staggering from the previous booze he had drunk.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
((And yes, for the one disgaeanite here besides me, Xotes looks like a scout.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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The door to the game room slammed open, the drunken calls of many beings reverberating across the room.
"Indeeshed, a goosh party!" Vime called out as he staggered in, looking at the board with blery eyes. "Itsh the next turn now iss'in it?"
=Turn 8=
The sun shone high in the sky, causing ripples to eminate from the stone of Mutheithru as it's rays flashed over Kara and her child. Over the last few months she had spent waiting she had learned much about the Dracons. Their past, the fierce battles that had been fought between them and the servents of Gregnar ages ago.
Indeed, she had learned much from the Dracons and had been very convincing. Convincing enough that the Dolak, a civilian summoner she had been led to had been more than willing to accompany them in order to set up both a summoning circle and operate it untill a vulpinan was trained to the task. She hadn't mentioned the exact details to Silvak of the agreement that she had struck with Dolak, but Kara was certain that if Silvak knew of the civilian's previous crimes he would likley be dead, rather than voulentarily exiled. Of course, his mate... or wife rather... had insisted on travelling with them. Regardless of his morality, he was competent. In the few months he had even spent a little time with Kara, explaining the basics of summoning so that she might be able to help him find suitable candidates for apprenticeship.
Nearing the circle, Kara slowed her pace so that she could check on little Iten as he slept in the harness. He was a quiet child, unusually quiet. The loss of his eye never seemed to bother him, indeed it was as if he had never had it in the first place. Whenever Kara nursed him or played with him he would follow her with his good eye, the iris rimmed in silver. Only occationally would the eye stray towards the pouch where she kept the mysterious gifts from... well, kara refused to think about where they came from. Whoever sent them gave the gifts in good faith, and that was all that mattered.
Finally the Vulpinan arrived at the summoning circle, approaching behind Yaris quietly as the summoner meditated in the sand. Not wanting to disturb the ritual. Kara had learned that this excercise was a basic focusing excersise, based on gathering the energy used to fuel a summon. After a moment of watching Kara turned inwards slightly, opening herself to the world around her and attempting to feel the impact that the high summoner was having on the world around him.
The pull was titanic, while Yaris himself was no more imposing than any Dracon. Less so in fact, due to his age, however when Kara opened herself to the energies around her she felt as if she was awash in a current, her untrained spirit swimming inexpertly as his behemoth pulled her in. The air around her seemed to rush slightly, becoming halfway physical as strands of magic poured in a torrent towards the high summoner. Of all Dracons, Yaris was indeed one of the greatest. There was no doubt in Kara's mind he could decimate half of an army without assistance if he had the mind too. Not that he would. Even from here the pull was less forceful than it was coaxing, the magic wanted to go with him, to gather in his body and excert his will. It was not unlike a deal or pact, the magic would do his will in exchange for a brief moment spent inside a mortal, fleshy body.
Abrubtly the pull ceased and Kara nearly fell onto her face. At her back Iten had let loose a cry, distubing the silence with a soft wail for his distracted mother. Shamefully Kara realized she had been standing there for more than an hour, her dabbling in the excersices that Dolak had shown her taking her far from the solid reality. With haste she lifted Iten and cradled him to her chest, talking softly to him as his fussing slowly diminished. A moment later she looked up to see Yaris watching her with a curious look on his face.
Kara looked down shamefaced, her tail slinking between her legs, sheepishly she stammered, "I am s..sorry Yaris. I was curious about when we would be ready to depart. Everything is ready, including the civilian summoner and the finished trade deal. All we are waiting for is you now, I was wondering how things were coming."
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Graed wasn't happy, and he didn't know why.
Certainly, he liked the fact that Raom trusted him with this important mission. Being a diplomat to a totally foreign race was a great honer after all. And Ter, the Roshiran, was amiable enough if bizzare. Even the lumberer and trader Cenna was pleasent enough to talk too.
Perhaps it was the boat. Unlike many of his people Graed never really felt comfortable on a flatboat. His own family had lived in a coastal village before taking up on the offer made by the god of trade. The boats they used were deeper and sturdier, able to handle the ocean waves and the occationally sea-storm. Not lke these filmsy constructions that would capsize with even the faintest ripple. They were hardly more than wooden saucers.
Perhaps it was the surroundings. The forest had been rapidly falling away over the last few days, the familier woods opening up and becoming a vast plain that streached far to the west and south. An environment that was alien to any vulpinan, although many of them would gladly travel to such places as long as a river was nearby.
Perhaps it was simply the fact that his girlfriend hadn't wanted him to go. Regardless of his duty as a member of the guard, and the money that would come with his new position if he was sucessful. She hated the idea of not seeing him for many months. The last fight before he had left had been particularily bad, resulting in a row that half of the village had heard as she ran to leave his small apartment.
No, it was something else. Something was wrong, somewhere. Graed didn't know where, or how, but something bad was happening, or was going to happen, and he was terrified of it.
Finally, after hours of mulling this revelation to himself, the bowman addressed ter, "So, Roshiran. Tell me about your home. I'm curious how you people live on the lake as you claim."
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Five Vulpinan's gaped as a spray of ocean water rose to meet their faces. The ocean, so close and free, with a small mountain directly to the north with the metals that the elders back at Aveceleba had wanted.
With a trumphant shout the settlers called out to the heavens as the first of their spades struck the ground, opening this virgin land to the vulpinan people.
Their shout was known Romilath, Oceantrades.
((Heph, I moved your hero since he is supposed to be travelling with Graed and Cenna back to Karatomca to seal a trade agreement with the Roshirans and trade the wood supply they have with them for goods from your people. Graed will very likely need the hero as a guide. If you want to move elsewhere just let me know and update the map accordingly. ))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Vulpinan: 8 Turns on the board
1 Town: 4 Turns
1 Village: 3 Turns
1 Outpost: 1 Turn
Has taken current turn.
Roshanian: 8 Turns on the board
1 Town: 4 Turns
1 Village: 3 Turns
Has not taken current turn.
Ipetian : 8 Turns on the board
1 Town: 4 Turns
2 Outposts: 2 Turns
1 Migration: 1 Turn
Has not taken current turn.
Koneko : 8 Turns on the board
1 Village: 3 Turns
1 Hamlet: 2 Turns
1 Outpost: 1 Turn
Has not taken current turn.
Missing two advancements as of turn 8.
Storm Giant: 8 Turns on the board
1 Village: 3 Turns
1 Hamlets: 2 Turns
1 Special Place: 1 Turns (May count as an outpost if you desire)
Has not taken current turn
Tengu : 8 Turns on the board
2 Hamlet: 4 Turns
2 Outposts: 2 Turns
2 Migrations on Boats: 2 Turns
Has taken current turn.
Drogar : 8 Turns on the board
1 Village: 3 Turns
2 Outpost: 2 Turns
Has not yet acted
Missing three advancments
Dracon : 8 Turns on the board
1 Village: 3 Turns
1 Outpost: 1 Turn
Has not yet acted
Missing four advancements
Pringer : 8 turns on the board
1 Town: 4 Turns
Has not yet acted
Missing four advancements
Valten : 4 Turns on the board
1 Village : 3 turns
Has not yet acted
!!Elf!!: 2 Turns on the board
1 Hamlet: 2 turns
Has taken current turn
Zelfie: 2 Turns on the board
1 Hamlet(Auto-Updated): 2 turns
Has not moved hero this turn
In particular, if Greiger and Gaulgath don't allocate their points or infer that they would prefer to go the way of the Thelash (slower expansion for much higher tech/individual power) I'll allocate their points between existing towns.
Xotes and the Pringer... As it is The Hub will probably update automatically once it has the requisite suburbia. That is, of course, if the pringer want to expand. If you have no intention of ever making a second settlement I'll probably say that it would be logical and fair to allow you to bend the rules slightly to improve The Hub to a Metropolis+++ (200-600 inhabitants+) if you prefer. However, that tile is nearly devoid of metal sources as it is and to expand much more you'll probably need at least temporary mining settlements in the surrounding areas...
Captainblood, your just a little behind, this turn make shure you post which area's are advancing.
Akroma, I almost forgot that you had your ships. They are so hard to tell apart from the ocean. >.>. I'll do my best not to lose your population on the ocean but you better keep reminding me they are out there! ^-*... er rather ^.x (<- missing eye)
Armok, your elves are so potent you might consider taking the thelash route. However, the decision is up to you. Either way, starting so late has some serious disadvantages and having powerful individuals can counterbalance that somewhat. As they are, I find them very cool.
Aside from that, everything seems pretty cool. I miscalculated a few turns ago when I sent off the migration group. (I was expecting lilaceleba to be a town before they settled, oh well) really it doesn't effect too much, just next turn is going to be a boring one for me mostly. Either way, approxamatly a fifth of the population that is counted in my cities is actually travelling between the two regardless, either building roads or moving goods between the two. Soon travel along the river will be very easy for friends of the vulpinans. Easy indeed. ^-^))
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Keeping a close eye on the horizon, Riet noticed a column of smoke. The ambassador saw it too. "What could make a column of smoke like that? It's so dark, and yet it doesn't look like a great deal is burning."
"That," replied Riet with a great smile on his face, "is an Ipetian signal fire. It is made by burning a local bush that produces a very dark colored smoke. Obviously, we have been spotted, and the scout must be trying to communicate." Riet looked around, and finally pointed at a nearby bush. "There, that's it. Try to gather as much of it as you can. I'll also need a blanket and some water."
Riet spent the rest of the day communicating with the scout, using the twin pair of signal fires, until the sun sank over the horizon and the smoke became too hard to see. He was silent as he worked, only thanking Silis and his men for each batch of brush they brought. As time passed on, his expression became darker and darker. Finally, with an exasperated expression, he left the signal fire. "Not good news?" inquired Silis.
"The fools!" shouted Riet. "Evidently, they never received either of my messages that I sent with Swiftword. It was believed that I was dead. A new leader, by name of Nietzsche, has been commanding the Ipetians almost since I left. I can only assume that he intercepted my messages and destroyed them. But why would he ignore the order to evacuate? Even if he is dense, he should know better than to..."
Riet took a deep breath to calm himself. "Alright, the situation can be salvaged. No use talking about problems if there is no solution. I've given the order to the scout to evacuate. Hopefully, he'll be able to convince that fool Nietzsche that the wind is indeed blowing. And Nietzsche hasn't been that bad to the Ipetians. He did send out another group east to explore and settle there. Everyone has been decently happy, and there have been no major disasters. Still..."
Riet continued to brood the entire night.
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Wolk, who was as close to a leader as anyone in the expedition came, was very pleased with the way the Blijzon was shaping up. Everyone had a place to call home now. This edge of the forest was perfect for a settlement. The forest would protect them, and the surrounding plains would provide for them. Eventually, when there were enough people to warrent it, farming outposts could be set up to provide the central village with more food than it could ever need. But that was far in the future. For now, they just needed to get a small still set up.
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[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Come on Shel, you can do better than Sand, can't you ? thought Helesh.
Images of boredom flashed through Shel and Helesh's minds.
Yes, I'm bored too, Thlash. thought Helesh.
It's not my fault there's nothing happening, other than that rock falling out of the sky somewhere far to the southwest thought Shel.
Shel moved the gears on his giant telescope tower a bit.
I spy with my telescope eye something that begins with a G thought Shel.
Grass, done that before too thought Helesh.
Thlash sent once again images of boredom.
Hmm. I need to change the lens thought Shel.
*One hour later*
I spy with my telescope eye something that begins with BCL.
Images of incomprehesion followed.
What ? What kind of lens are you using to see something like that. No, wait. Broken Crystal Lens ?
Nice one, but no. What about you Thlash ?
Image of a Big Cave Leopard.
Closer, but not yet. Actually, it's a Beautiful Cat Lady.
Didn't know you had hallucinogenous mushrooms around your tower.
Listen, I'm serious. There's a human woman with a cat's tail and ears travelling on the plains to the south. She's going towards Shesh.
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Shraal was in his office studying the reasons why the walls were still not finished when he heard hurried footsteps from the stairs of his tower. He knew it was most likely to be Thlash who was reading books in Shraal's personal library. Though why he would be hurrying for an explanation of a text was just too much for Shraal's mind.
The door to Shraal's office opened and an out-of-breath Thlash appeared, carrying a large scroll.
"You could at least knock on the door before coming in--what are you doing ?"
Thlash pushed everything that was on one of Shraal's tables on the floor and spread out his scroll. Furious and chaotic images whipped Shraal's mind.
"Calm down, calm down. Now tell me why it was so important to shove all my belongings on the floor."
If Thlash felt some guilt, it didn't filter in the images he sent to Shraal. First, he pointed towards a place on the map, somewhere on the southern plains. Then he sent the image he had read off Shel's mind.
"So we will soon have a visitor, right ? From the speed she's travelling at, she should be on the borders of our forests somewhere before Shadowfall. I hope she comes in peace. Maybe we should let the giant spiders sort that out."
Thlash did not like the sound of that. Shadowfall was an important ceremony to the Thelash. At that time they would go through the resting chambers of their ancestors and pour some blood on their cocoons. Then they would all gather at the center of the village for a feast and tales of Thelash History.
"You may be right, Thlash, and I don't feel like killing a feline life form" added Shraal sensing the young one's worry. "We will leave soon to meet her at the edge of the southwester forest. You are coming of course, since it is rather unlikely that she speaks our language. You should be able to understand her mind."
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Shelesh awoke from his 'slumber' and spoke again.
"The Thelash had always liked cats in the past" seeing the faces of disdain of some of the assembled gods he felt it uselful to add "as pets, of course. Do not worry Hanabira, they will not willingly hurt your protege, unless she does something really stupid."
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OOC : Now that Shel's tower is completed, it can be seen from two squares away (yes, it's that high), unless your races have really good eyes. It can also see anything on the map 20 squares away, unless blocked by mountains and provided the observer actually adjusts the lenses properly and until Shel has better lenses made (for which he needs bigger gems or glass). No map change this turn again.
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Source city | Destination city | Traded resources | Travel time
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Shushaw Shesh | Shushaw Hath | Food, wood, tools | <1 turn
Shushaw Hath | Shushaw Shesh | Metal, stone, gems | <1 turn
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Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(48)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Outpost(15)
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Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Administrating site/Diplomacy preparation
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administrating site
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Building walls
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Diplomacy preparatioh/Defense research
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
Madara's ship: The shipwreck on top of the eyeball-mountains
Sanae's ship: West to the coast of the eastern mountains, will arrive there next turn
Koga's ship: Rested in the harbor of Eientei.
The other ships belong to the Drogar I believe
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* Super is a special Quantum in the Roshani language that means all kinds of one thing, so "Roshanian" means the entire race of the Roshani. Most things have theyr own super in the original Roshani language and there is no special rule for creating a super for different things.
** Ters Boat is an Pirogue with an little sail and is tied to Graeds Boat.
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ooc: Im note done yet. I update here some time later.
Lets say that birds, my dragonflys and anything which is used for message delivery can cross 4 tiles per turn.
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
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He recounted the happenings yet again..
Hrafn hastily trekked upwards the slope leading to the peak. Only one thought was pounding in his mind, he had to see. Finally, after long and arduous climb, he emerged into the courtyard of the castle. He looked around him and groaned in his mind, for the arrival had surely left its marks. The walls rounding the courtyard were pitchblack from the sudden burst of energy and heat, the doors of the temple were shattered as something had gone through them and a grimly destroyed body of a giant lay in his own blood.
After some moments spent on surveying the marks, Hrafn decided to enter the temple, difficult decision it was.
Carefully stepping in Hrafn looked around the interiors of the temple. surprisingly, everything was just as they were before. Then, he looked into the ceiling. It had been replaced by shifting stormclouds, with small lighting bolts sometimes striking. Then looked around yet again, and noticed that the floor had changed. It was a world. Streching to all directions in the temple, he saw oceans, forests, deserts, islands, rivers and lakes. And there, was mountains. on those mountains he saw a castle on the highest peak. Peering into the castle more closely, he noticed that the courtyard was burned. "Morning my great champion." Hrafn lifted his head and saw the largest, oldest and the most fearsome giant, sitting on an enormous throne at the end of the temple hall. His very eyes shoot lighting and his voice was like the thundering of storms. He was dressed in a garb of enormous wolf rugs and underneath it he saw ringmail of some unknown material.
"what in the name of... you... do you want?!" "Nothing really, expect blind obedience, magnificient sacrifices and some -Healthy- worshipping."
Hrafn peered onto the grinning face of a god and then queried, "So... I wont believe you came here to just play jokes on myself, what are your orders o' Grand god?" Suddenly becoming more serious looking Ukko nodded towards the floor. "You do probably understand that this floor here, represents this world, and those stormclouds up there, how i want it to be?" before Hrafn could answer Ukko answers himself "Dominance. Thats what it means, and thats what i want you to do. You have been too slow so far, and i am here to speed it up somewhat!"
Surveying the world below him, Hrafn now noticed that parts of it were still somehow... shrouded. "So, we are to conquer, yes! But, how and where?" "I have pondered... and i want you to move establish an outpost there, on the edge of that forest, there you should be able to supply more than enough wood and workpower, to speed up the final stage of this stronghold. Go now! I summon you when i want you. But no one, not a single soul, is to step in here without permission!"
With that, Hrafn bowed to his god and marched out, ready to supply orders with new fervor.
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Taranis looked on the order that had come by their recently established mail system. They used trained eagles, Those things could easily look after themselves and were quite reliable. The order comissioned a outpost group of 15 to march east and establish an outpost on the borders of the great forest. This was quite unpleasant to Taranis, since he needed all the manpower he could get and this small village fortress only had population of about 30 giants. It would take away half of his men! The project of building stone walls around the village would have to be stopped, since he would need all remaining the men to keep watch and hunt for food.
Finally, he came to his decision, he was going to reduce the number of giants to six, afterall, what could threaten them in the eastern forest? Not like wolves were a great threat to his kind he thought.
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Ragndir marched onwards, surveying his surroundings. He didnt exactly know where they were, though he knew that the target couldnt be very far. The annoying thing was, they hadnt seen a trace of anything suspicious. They had slaughtered numerous amounts of wildlife, but he had put a stop to it, since they didnt reach anything by that, they only scared the animals and that way could inform those, who they even were, that they were coming. And he was lost. Raising his hand he ordered a camp to be made "We'll stay here this night... you two, scout the surroundings"
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂E♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲‼⌂....│..⌂⌂~~~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣v♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å≡..♣♣♣ ╔╝≈♣╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──X─ Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈..pP⌂⌂.~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣ç♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣.R.ΦΦ♣... Φ♣♣..¥^⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈»≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Yaris nodded, "Well, I believe I have enough energy gathered now to perform the summoning." he chuckled, "I actually saw your energy while I was meditating and mistook you for my apprentice. I was going to ask him to inform you that I am almost ready."
After verbally recounting the components he would need he mumbles "Of course, now I need to figure out where that slacker is. Probably at the bar complaining about me again. He wouldn't have reason to complain if he would just do what I ask." Louder he says, "I should have the final preparations complete by this afternoon, please come to the south gate when you are ready to go. The spirit is too large to summon inside the city."
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂E♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲‼⌂....│..⌂⌂~÷~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣v♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å≡..♣♣♣ ╔╝≈♣╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──X─ Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈..pP⌂⌂.~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣ç♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣.R.ΦΦ♣... Φ♣♣..¥^⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈»≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
OOC)Looks like my last move didn't get on the map. Silvak's expedition moved NE last turn and N this turn which currently puts him in the river outpost(which I will name Ombarosha-Riversnake.) And a construction group had started building a road directly south of Campcastle last turn and are continuing this turn.
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣♣z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲⌂E♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲‼⌂....│..⌂⌂~÷~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~~↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣♣v♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
♣.⌂≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å≡..♣♣♣ ╔╝≈♣╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌──X─ Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...K~~~~
..≈≈δ──────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈..pP⌂⌂.~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣ç♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣.R.ΦΦ♣... Φ♣♣..¥^⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
...........Φ.... .....♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈»≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲▲⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Larika ran, simply ran as fast as her legs could carry her through the forest. a vast rumbling shook the earth around her, but she didn't dare look back to see it's source. She knew her captors had probably learned of her escape, and could even now be pursuing her. She kept running through the underbrush until long after nightfall, until she finally collapsed in the hollow of a tree. There she laid, and she wept. She wept for her dear friend Markus, slain before her very eyes. She wept for her home, Zurinth, which she feared she would never see again. But most of all, she wept for her own stupidity. If she had only turned back at that first sign of trouble, perhaps it all would have turned out differently.
She lay there until sleep overtook her.
((This is the same turn as yesterday, I am just reposting it for the map and so on, also I added one more action but it's simultaneous to the others.
Probably/hopefully I will also post another bunch of details on the !!elves!! today.
I think I will do the slow growth thing, as she says this growth is unnatural to the elves, it will stop in another turn when I have about 35 elves of so, and from then on they will grow much slower I think. The reason for the acceleration in the beginning is as you say that beginning later is hard.
They actually have infinite lifespan and so they'd grow a lot slower than this naturally... say maybe half the growth of the other races, so they take two turns to grow to the next size instead of one.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Continue today record the log of Efil—inira, Coldfire, for this moment." Acathiima spoke in the in a high formal dialect of elven. And the script wrote, using a piece of heatproof rock to write whit on half molten tablet.
"Status report: Today it is half a year since we arrived, and we have grown faster than I had ever been able to imagine, I swear those gods must have something to do whit it, we now twice our original number and that should be impossible as it has actually not passed the required 9 months for ANY children, yet we are invaded by them, and nor are all children! I just have no idea what all the people comes from, but I guess we should be happy whit it, the only thing that troubles me is that they are in my records despite me having no memory of writing them in.
In any case, whit this new workforce we have began to start a few new prodjects.
We have began the construction of a rock tree that will tower onto the sky and from which one will see far away, it is assessable only from the inner tunnels and has a stairway. when finished we will have an !!elf!! there at all times who will look for anything visible during the days and glow bright at night so that peaple can easily find their way home.
A crazy fellow named Ilecaaye has also gained support for exploring rocks, and have begun both digging a tunnel deep into the mountain and convinced people to do all sorts of strange things, now we have a room here filled whit all kinds of strange stones and rocks, and they allays run around whit the strange tools of cloth-metal that they use to "prevent the rocks from being destroyed by the heat" as they say.
I have also been convinced to allow a decoration project for the settlement, I suppose it helps the moral and it keeps the children busy shaping images on the walls so they wont be in the way as much all the time. And some of the things they make I must admit is rather pretty, especially since they began mixing different molten rocks and use them for colouration.
No outside signs of of anything happening yet, it's quiet, but I doubt Armok would send us like this to an empty world."
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Acathiima was working according to routine when Ilecaaye came running up his tunnel eyes gleaming.
"What is it now, have you found MORE Microcline?" she asked him annoyed.
"You must come and look!"
"I have no time for this nonsense."
"I have found food"
"Food? Inside a mountain? I thought we didn't need to eat in this form!"
"So thought I, now come"
And Acathiima followed him.
They went thought the tunnels for about an hour, and as they rounded the last corner a strange invisible radiance struck them, it was warming like the rays of the sun and it felt like the sent of food in the nose of the starving, her instincts took over and she hurled herself at the faintly glowing rock at the end of the tunnel.
It was the most gorgeously delicious thing she had ever tasted. She hadn't realised she was starving until now.
after eating about two kilograms she was finished, an she threw herself and hugged Ilecaaye. "I will never call you crazy again!" she whispered "you have saved us all!"
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From log of Efil—inira:
"Today I found a text engraved on my desk when I awoke;
'The diplomacy of this world is simple:
The giants are evil.
The black bird people are evil.
The rest your next order is to ally whit as soon as possible.'
This I think is the first reasonable thing I have heard from Armok.
I have to begin this sent an !!elf!! to go east for exploration, her name is Fothacema and he is both a skilled scout and a decent diplomat. He set of this morning whit a backpack full of food, as well as a few pieces of minerals that Ilecaaye said might be useful in trade. I don't know why anyone would trade for that, but I have learnt not to question him after the last weeks joyous find. I have ordered Fothacema to follow the advice we got from Armok and seek alliances, and I have also told him to trade for information, so we will see how this turns out."
(( [T_WORD:BUG:fotha] [T_WORD:BABY:cema] :) ))
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((The settlement grew to a hamlet. they dug a bit of a tunnel and found a uranium deposit to eat from. they began building a small watchtower/inland lighthouse thing that will be finished in yet another turn. My hero moved into the hamlet. A scout/diplomat !!elf!! set out towards the east.)
(Edit: discovered some really bad spelling mistake.)
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Also, nobody has made any comment about including forced marches as I mentioned back at the top of page 11. Even a "No I think it's a bad idea" would suffice to keep my inquiring mind from pressing it further. ))
"Graed! Where are your manners?" Cenna snapped at the younger male's audacity before Ter could reply, her voice extremly apologetic, "I'm sorry Ter, I'll go get your dragonfly for you. This little hothead would probably hurt it anyway." And within a moemnt she was gone into the hold of the little ship.
"Issha is the last of your old gods 'eh?" Graed asked as he checked the torque of his bow nonchalantly, ignoring the woodworkers outburst, "What happened to the rest? Did they die in your war? You speak so poorly of him, it's a wonder you worship him at all."
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Kara nodded, bowing her head in respect to the summoner again with a wary smile. "I'll gather everyone and meet with you then. It has been a pleasure to meet you, high summoner."
She turned and left, her walk turning into a slow lope as she raced forward on all four limbs. The sun reflecting off of her ruddy fur in many bright rays. As Yaris returned to return to his ritual, his eyes were caught a moment on a flash of bronze reflecting from her back. For the briefest moment the summoner stopped, his eyes drawn to the Infant. One bright, silver-ringed eye and one black empty eye met with a pair of brown, wrinkled eyes. For just a moment, the summoner felt a sense of forboding come forth. Like that of a storm just past the horizen, hardly tangible and just faintly there, but existant.
The feeling quickly passed as the Vulpinan turned a corner out of view, her tracks already fading in the faint wind. Disgruntled, the summoner returned to his ritual.
Whatever that was, he knew he hadn't seen the last of the child.
((OOC: Kara hasn't told anyone but Erois the name of her child yet. Not deliberatly, she just hasn't had the time and particular drive to do so.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Turn of Forced March: Effect on Group
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1st : No effect
2nd : Exhaused
3rd : Injury
4th : Army collapsesExhaused: This group fights poorly untill they end a turn in a settlement or do not move for a turn.
Injury : This group has lost half of it's combat effectivness to injury and death.
Army Collapse: This group has disbanded, the few survivors no longer are willing to fight for their civ.
Nietzsche, when he heard that report, immediately remembered the last message from Riet. How could he have known? Moreover, what was coming? Nietzsche was somewhat frightened. However, it was the next report that really struck fear into his heart. Word had been sent from Westengebied: one of their scouts had been in contact with Riet. Apparently, the hero was coming back from the west, and there was a small group with him. Nietzsche was sure that Riet knew who had destroyed his messages. By sheer luck, they had come into Nietzsche's hands, and he had ignored them both. Riet would undoubtedly be angry; who knew what he would do?
These thoughts raced through Nietzsche's head, as he tried to figure out a solution. One came to him. Riet was to the west, and the unidentified danger was to the north-west. Nietzsche would simply follow Riet's orders. He would assemble the people and move out: to the east. That would lead them away from Riet, and away from the danger. With any luck, Riet would perish by whatever threatened Buigend Riet. He would become a martyr, and Nietzsche would be a hero for saving the Ipetian people. It was perfect. Nietzsche was glad that he had sent an expedition east. They would welcome the Ipetians from the capital.
Nietzsche asked several messengers to spread the word. "The wind blows, and the reed bends." Within two weeks, the Ipetian people would be together; ready to move.
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[OOC: So for the second part of my turn, I combine the entire populations of BuigendRiet, Zuidengebied, and Westengebied into one, very large, migrant group. In total, it has somewhere around 140 Ipetians (one town at 95, one hamlet at 35, and one outpost at 10, all approximate numbers).
Nhiphanter, you cant really, "start moving more stealthily" and "look out for ANY movement, and, eliminate it." That's like waging total war in stealth mode: it doesn't work. Also, I know your giants are great fighters, but I don't think you have enough to eliminate Everything that moves in a forest. I mean, your fortress was at 25 population when they left, so it can't be a group of more than, what, 10? Congratulations on first special place, though.
Jamini, I mentioned my position on forced marches on page 12, right before you took your turn. I'll move it here:
Regarding your former post on forced marches. I think it's a good idea. However, I would like to give my Ipetian civilian groups the ability. Since they were/are a nomadic people, it only makes sense that the civilians could travel faster on the move if needed. However, civilian groups can only go to the exhausted stage. After that, it is physically impossible for them to force march. Military groups have the normal rules applied, though.]
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
Sounds fair to me. Your reasoning is sound and it fits with your backstory.
However, I don't know what you plan to do when you get trapped between the Tengu and the Giants...
The Giants are indeed numbering ten. However, I wouldn't be suprised if they were ten elite soldiers capable of taking on three times their number in an even fight of most non-military race. That is not to say that I would attack a captial with that group, but certainly they could be a big threght to smaller outposts and hamlets.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
See the completion of my turn to find out what I did with those outposts. Three times their number eh? Better odds than what I was thinking. I was putting it at 5 to 1.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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Originally posted by Frelock:
<STRONG>((That I did. Sorry about the mix-up. I think the forum post times vary somewhat. (as in, it takes 2 minutes for you to see what I just edited)I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
See the completion of my turn to find out what I did with those outposts. Three times their number eh? Better odds than what I was thinking. I was putting it at 5 to 1.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]</STRONG>
((It's just the naitive delay of attempting to communicate in a sychronous way in an asychronous environment. I saw exactly what you did with your outposts and I found it interseting to say the least.
I havn't updated the main page to reflect your move yet. If you so chose you could probably smash the giant raiding party, abait with some pretty nasty losses after they got though your screen of arrows. Regardless, since they are not very hard to miss avoiding them may be the best option for your civ in the long run.
Militarily, how strong are the Ipetians now anyway? I'm sort of curious.))
One of the things you have to realize is that every Ipetian has the legs of a deer, effectively making them a light cavalry unit. This gives them the speed which is their advantage, but they are lightly armed and so have little power behind them. The basic Ipetian weaponry is a composite bow with wooden arrows that have no arrowheads, merely a sharpened point, or several light throwing spears which can also be used in close combat. Unarmed, their punches are a little less than human strength, while their kicks are slightly better, with hooves which cause painful bruises. Armor, if worn at all, is made of leather. The main piece of armor is a leather shirt which protects the chest.
Their standard tactic isn't really a hit and run, it's more of a run and hit. They retreat until the enemy is spread out, and then strike at its weak points. The goal is to completely destroy the enemy in one, fell swoop. Due to their impressive battlefield communications and speed, they are able to coordinate many small groups in order to achieve this goal. They rely on confusion and fear to kill the enemy, rather than sheer strength.
However, if the enemy is a small, strong group, say 10 Giants, then there is little confusion on the enemy's side and so most standard Ipetian tactics won't work. In this particular instance, they do what many savanna hunters will do: try to draw one out of the pack, and then jump on that one. If this is impossible, they will scatter and attack the enemy from all angles.))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Hanabira smiled at Shelesh, her worries somewhat abated for the time. She was well familiar with the old phrase, "curiosity killed the cat."
"Thats good," she chuckled, "I'll make sure she doesn't try to 'borrow' anything again."
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There was a river up ahead. After spending the last three months wondering around the plains, Kira thought following the river to the north would save a lot of effort. She still had her fishing pole after all, and she couldn't wait to catch a nice big trout. The plants and small creatures she lived off of since she ran out of rations were not very appetizing.
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Maki sat in her office with the population census on her desk. Both the western outpost of Tamuro and Oakvale had large population increases in just the last 6 months.
She tried to focus on the huge stack of work orders in her inbox but her thoughts drifted to Kira who had now been gone for nearly 2 years. Hopefully, she was okay. Maki had a strong liking toward Kira even before she was granted that so-called "gift".
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Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Hamlet
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko : Hamlet
Hmm, 11 turns until my scout/diplomat reaches the dessert... about 2.5 years... can that really be correct? I cant get it under 8 turns no matter how I count... Are not elves supposed to be extremely fast? [more random rambling]))
(Edit: Posting stuff like this might be a sign I should go to bed...)
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
If you want to, you can force march that elf every other turn with no ill effects. Provided the current ideas for forced marches are accepted. That would increase your speed by 50% overall (as well as the speed of every hero and notable non-migrant group on the board)))
[ May 23, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>Well the us is from east to west 4500 Km says wikipedia. If you are traveling 25 (i have done that in less then 4 Hours) Km each day you have to travel an half year. Lets say Armok one turn is 2-3 Months not one year or so.</STRONG>
Either way, as I said before she can forced march to cut the time down by a third overall. And every turn really does seem to only be a few months.
Again, if we want to speed up overland movement all I need to do is get enough people telling me we should. The arguments are quite compelling as it is.))
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((Greiger, I'm prettys sure you'll want to write about the summoning of the bird. Right now i've moved the group that is on the back of the summon's back, but I won't way anything on it ,
Heph, I'll keep moving the boat as well for this turn. However my current post is still in turn 8)
Graed paused for a moment, stunned at the Ter's rebuke. "I..." he began self-consiously, fighting to keep his ears from falling flat in shame.
"I found it!" Cenna's bright voice came, inturrupting the archer's as she brought out a wooden cage containing a large, vibrant dragonfly. ((I think this is what you mean, if i'm wrong let me know). "It's right where you said it was sir Ter." she continued as she vaulted neatly between the two boats, coming to a rest befor the Roshani. "Here you are, one dragonfly"
Noting Ter's taict assurance of a job well done, the vulpinan woman glowed with pleasure, her face turned into a such a bright smile that Graed's eyes immediatly tightened distrustfully. "Cenna, empty your pockets." Graed's voice brok her smile, drawing a look of confusion and fear, "Wh...what Graed?"
The soldier's expression hardened, ignoring the protest from their companion as he gripped his bow tightly with his right hand and grabbed Cenna's arm, "You heard me. By the authority of the Lilaceleben Gaurd, empty your pockets."
The river was silent except for the trickle of water across the bow of the ship as the vulpinan's ears flattened to her skull and her tail sunk down far below her back. Sheepisly she reached into the many pockets in her harness and began pulling out numerous coins and metal trinkets from them. Many of which Graed recognized from Ter's Pirogue.
Many more objects joined those that were on the bottom of the flatboat, several of which Graed recognized as either his own, Ter's, or belonging to other owners back at Liaceleba. After several minutes the deed was done.
"Cenna, grab your own belongings and get out of my sight." the soldier said in disgust as he looked at the pile of stolen trinkets, the digits on his hindlimb pulling free his own belongings. A small, intracatly-carved perch bone bracelet and a small, excellently carved oaken idol of a female vulpin holding a child. Behind him he heard the faint sob of the woodworker as she rounded the large pile of wood that was stacked high in the middle of the boat.
"That, is why I didn't follow your request." Graed said roughly at Ter's inquiring look, his voice choked slightly as he turned away and watched the water flow around the prow of the boat. "After all, only a fool trusts a Vulpinan."
Turn 9
With a grin Vime glanced over towards Liliaceleba and the tiny boats drifting away from it, his eyes alight with interest. To the east of the settlement the roads between Aveceleba and Liliaceleba grew towards each other, the ends nearly connecting as the first merchants reached both towns.
"Do you think the giants will notice the messanger animal Issha? Even more importantly, will they be able to take it down before it's out of range?" He asked nonchalantly, taking little notice of the conversation of his diciples below.
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Nietzsche was constantly amazed at how sprinkling a little truth into a lie could make the lie far more convincing. Yes, Riet was fast and, on his own, could probably catch up to the group. However, he wasn't alone. The scout had reported that there was a group with Riet, and that they seemed somewhat unfamiliar with the terrain. They would slow Riet down, hopefully for long enough that he would be caught in the middle of whatever stalked their old home. Meanwhile, the Ipetian people would be safe, all thanks to Nietzsche.
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Riet was somewhat frustrated by the slow pace that was required when traveling with the Roshanian. He knew that they were more suited for rivers, but he had hoped that, by now, they would have gained some experience about plains-traveling. In any case, they needed to continue east if they were to catch up with the migration. He didn't know why they went east instead of west, but it didn't matter. That was the way things were, and that was how they would stay.
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((Riet moves once east, and the migration moves two east. Blijzon (the only city I have) advances to a hamlet.))
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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The day the godess gave the divine mountains to the Tengu was marked as the first day of the new calendar. For 3 days and 3 nights, the whole populance of Murakami lay down their work and lost themselves in a grand festival. With a short delay, the news reached Sanae and Koga via meditation, and they too started to celebrate. This was the greatest gift the godess has ever given to the race of the Tengu. It was a sign. The godess wanted the Tengu to make the new world theirs, and with her help, they would one day do that.
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Lord Madara, inspired by the gift of the godess, decided to build a monument in her name, at the top of the mountain. Alone, he set out towards the high mountainpeak, hidden above the clouds. After 7 days of exhausting travel, he finaly reached the top of the mountain. Instead of what he thought he would find, there was no actualy peak. At the top of the mountain was a completely circular lake, a vulcanic crater that filled with water over time. The whole place had something serene and calm, but also something strange that you could not quite put your finger on.
Without hesitation, Madara started to break stone and dump them in the middle of the lake, to create the foundation of a small island.
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When the news reached Koga, his hearth was filled with warmth. He hadn't heard from his father for a while, and to know what service the godess had granted them made him forget all his worries. Together with a small group of mason and architectes, he made his way southwards, towards the highest mountains of this region. He planned on building a temple for the godess, which was long overdue anyway.
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The celebration on Sanae's ship didn't last the 3 day and 3 nights that were originaly planned, they were soon interupted by even greater news.
LAND
They finaly reached the shore of the new world.
With an enthusiasm that you will only understand after spending almost a year on a small ship, they brought their goods ashore, laying the foundation of Makai, the eastern settlement of the Tengu
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((Madara set out to build a monument for the godess. That will take another 2 turns untill it is finished. Koga will build another special place, which will be finished in 2 turns. This special place will double as an outpost, populated by monks i.e it's size will only increase every 4-5 turns ( or whenever a in-game year is finished, when a immigration wave of spiritual followers arrives. The immigration group in the east will turn into the outpost of Makai next turn))
Mahoyiga+Mahoyiga Harbor: Combined a village: 64
Eientei : hamlet : 27
Murakami : hamelet : 21
Makai : soon-to-be outpost: 14
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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The ritual really didn't seem all that complex. There were a few stones scattered in a large circle, some with similar runes as that of the circle inside the town. The summoner's apprentice was carefully moving around smaller rocks at after different hearing different words, though he was clearly looking at a sheet of paper for reference. The words being chanted were unusual, it was clear they had meaning, as the other dracon present seemed to understand it whenever the high summoner rebuked the apprentice for misplacing a stone in it, but Kara could not.
After being asked Erois explained, "It's an ancient languige spoken by reptilian races from our homeland, everything from dragons to kobolds speak it. We also learn it when we are young, but we rarely use it. What we are speaking now is a universal languige that all races from our homeland know called 'common', it has replaced Draconic for normal use among our kind."
After some time trying to quietly translate the words he gives up. Apologizing and saying that it was a long time since he last had to know it. Even Kara could tell that he wasn't doing a very good job of it and he was having trouble keeping up.
After some time the apprentice placed the final stone and ran out of the circle as quickly as he could, the sand within beggining to whip up as if in a powerful windstorm that nobody outside the circle could feel. It quickly formed itself into a massive towering tornado. Something could be seen inside but all that could be determined was that it was huge.
There was a loud noise from within the tornado and the winds suddenly stopped, then there was a burst of wind from outside the circle blowing the sand to the south, away from the figure and all in attendance.
Even many of the Dracon were surprised by the sight. It looked like a horse, but with decidedly avian features, dark blue feathers covering it's entire body, a long sharp hooked beak, bright red colored feathers on it's tail and on the top of it's head and four featherless sharp taloned legs. And it was huge, taller than the city walls, and larger than most of the buildings within.
It even spoke! Though still not in any language Kara knew, it was a different language altogether that only the high summoner and a few of the older temple folk understood. Erois identified it as Avian, but he didn't know any words.
After a short exchange between the creature and the summoner that seemed suspiciously like a merchant bartering with a customer for goods, a small structure appeared on the bird's back that was basically just a few seats enclosed in a windowed box.
"He will take you where you want to go." said Yaris "He can understand common but lacks the correct vocal cords to speak it, he is able to speak a little draconic if he needs to tell you anything, but he does not need to sleep or eat while my energy sustains him. He will land to allow you to rest when you need it but once you reach where you wish to go he will leave."
OOC)Whew, almost 4AM thats over an hour of writing there. Hope the spellings good, my spellchecker kinda passes out on me when posts get long like this. I tried to spellcheck as I went but there may be mistakes.
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Originally thought by Shel
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My Lord Shraal,I am proud to report the completion of the task you gave me when you sent me to Hath. The outpost is now a fully-functioning, well-protected military garrison as well as a safe mining site.
As you will see on the map that came with this report, the main mining gallery begins inside the fort and goes downward. Small tunnels spread out of the central pillar. Many veins of ore were discovered in these shafts, mainly silver and iron.
As for the defenses, the outpost is established on top of a tall hill which overlooks the surrounding lands. The outpost is surrounded by walls as high as 20 Thelash and as thick 5 old trees. The approach to the fort is a winding road around the hill that can be easily covered by archers posted on the aforementionned walls.
I am also pleased to report the construction of a telescope tower sprouting from the central keep. The tower I shall claim as my own if my Lord has no objections. I also wish to make this place my home.
The fort can comfortably house 31 Thelash, 100 if we throw away some of the comfort. More if we use the mining galleries as housing, though I do not recommend it because of the heat and dampness and lack of proper ventilation. I have sent away some of the engineers, as we also have more than enough mining rams and operators for their maintenance and masonry works are finished. This will leave the fort at 6 mining personnel and 5 soldiers, including myself.
I also ask that you send enough supplies here for the Shadowfall festival.
--Shel, Leader of Shushaw Hath
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While Shel was a bit young to be a Lord, it should not be much of a problem for him to be Lieutenant Commander. That would give him the right position to remain at the head of the newly-built fort, not that he needed the title since the Haadush triplets were already the main talk of the population.
With that, Shraal set off to dispatch a special delivery for Hath, as well as additionnal personnel.
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Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(42)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
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Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Administrating site/Diplomacy preparation
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administrating site
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Building walls
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Diplomacy preparatioh/Defense research
Frelock: i didnt quite mean that they would kill everything, just anything that might be scout or something. Also, they know that they're near your settlement because they are partly on a quest by Ukko, and he wants them to succeed, without helping too much. But let us play by how things have progressed now anyhow.
Jamini: I quite dont think the giants can catch your messenger, afterall, its on the tile next to village, which means its quite some distance away. Also, its a dragonfly, although big one, and i doubt my subjects will take much notice on animal they dont know as commonly used messenger being.)
edit: and by the way, how it is with the seasons suggestion i made some time ago?
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
I don't really like the way you post moves first and then edit, I at least prefer to be able to start reading where the thread ended last time I checked and still not miss anything. So please keep editing to removing things you regret, and if you must separate moves and story then just post a new post and mention that it's for then last move in the beginning of it.
For seasons, the system I am kinda going whit for the elves is 1 turn being about 3 months, so a year is 4 turns, so every turn would be exactly a season.
If people don't want seasons we could still go whit that and say the axis of the planet doesn't tilt so it's the same temperature independent of season.))
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((The scout/diplomat continues east.
The tunnel extends deeper in the mountain, and is now about 20km long or so(?). (the reason for this high speed being that it is the equivalent of a DF tunnel one tile wide whit high skill miners digging 100% of the time, it's fast, these elves dig whit their bare hands like a dwarf whit a pick, the walls more or less literary melts away before them.)
the settlement virtually didn't grow at all, but there is quite a bit more infrastructure, most notably the tower that can see 2 tiles away and at night can bee seen 3 tiles away as a quite visible speck of light from the !!elf!! on top. (this can naturally be turned of by not sending up an elf at night, in which case it is only visible as a tower from 2 tiles away)
There is also a bit of development in science, but they are still far below just about everyone else in that area.
This report is confused and far to full of irrelevant detail))
List of important people:
Acathiima, hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!!
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: proficient miner, grand master geologist, talanted metalworker, skilled chemist, skilled mechanic.
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat
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Fothacema sat in the green glass shelter he had made for the night, luckily sandpits were quite common on the plains so he had materials to build one most evenings, and looked back towards Efil-inira, when suddenly a light flared up at the top of the tower. "So they finished that one", he thought.
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((Hmm, just if anyone have wondered about these I just made something up abaut the leaders personal diary and the official log of the settlement being the same thing.))
Acathiima sat down by her -bauxite desk-, took forth her ¤tungsten pencil¤ and a sheath of iron to write on, she heated the iron, sighed, took a look at the engraving of a playing child above the desk to relax, and began to write.
"Seasonal status report:
This place has changed much, I do not know if it is for good or for bad, but we seem to adapt to this life far from life after all, and even I begin to see that nature need not be alive to be beautiful.
And Ilecaaye is the one we have to thank for it all, it seems that he and his apprentices have a mineral for every possible set of proprieties you could imagine, or they can melt a few together into it.
FOr example these new compound bows that I let be made after deciding to start a militia, it sure took a few months (he says 95% was melting and processing the materials) and we still only have three yet, but they are as he promised heatproof so you won't melt of your string and on top of that the range must be something like three times that of a ordinary wooden bow. He calls the material titanium, good stuff." ((Not TO overpowered I hope because they are kinda hard and slow to make))
"We also finished the tower abut a week ago, and it works perfectly. I was up there myself looking, and you can really see far. The lighthouse function also works, and what more someone even came up whit some way of sending messages by waving their hands.
We also saw Fothacema, he's making good progress. I hope he finds something.
I have actually not seen Ilecaaye in quite a while, it takes several days to travel those miles of tunnels and he likes to keep near the end so he can study any new materials he finds, or so I have read."
I just wanted to let you all know that I've started a small mod that includes all of our races here for DF. So far i've gotten the vulpinan's working (although their adventurers tend to carry three sheilds since all four limbs have both [grasp] and [stance].
I'll be working on adding in each race as I see fit, and the mod will probably be halfway done by the time we get the first stage of the army arc released.))
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"...And then i grabbed that damn giant eagle by its throat with my left hand, and lifted my axe! I was just bringing down me axe, when suddenly, that damn thing takes onto air! I managed to grab it by its legs before it could shake me off, and there i was! Dangling by my hands on a flying giant eagle, and seriously thinking if they were my last moments! Then, the cunning thing decides that its fun to fly over a forest, its legs scraping the treetops! Ye couldn believe what it was to get hit by tree after tree with such force that younguns like you would've dropped dead at the very instant! But i held on, an-"
Lighting struck just beside the old storyteller, Hjolf, and charred his white beard back to the black it had been. The giants were dumbstruck. "What in the name of the Grand god was that! A bolt from blue sky!" Hjolf knew what it meant. "Uh-huh... We better get moving... lest we get more bolts to pepper our backs"
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The raidgroup had moved fast, and it had moved relentlessly. At the midday of someday in the week, they arrived in the scene what was village. HAD been village. They stood there, looking around the empty houses and buildings, sure that there had been lots of life only short time ago. "Dammit all! Men, look through the houses and see if there's anything worth taking! Look for anyone left behind or anyone around this... ghost town."
Ragndir sat on that spot, brooding over months of marching, all for nothing. He commenced all the possible food to be collected to the empty city hall, and moved there to ponder his next move. Two of the giants he commanded to look for anyone near the surroundings.
(Now frelock, i need to ask, did Ipetians have any permanent structures at buigend riet or were they able to destroy all traces that they were ever there, because in that case i need to edit my post a bit.)
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[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
quote:
Originally posted by Jamini:
<STRONG>((No post from me this time, although I'll probably put up a new post tonight.I just wanted to let you all know that I've started a small mod that includes all of our races here for DF. So far i've gotten the vulpinan's working (although their adventurers tend to carry three sheilds since all four limbs have both [grasp] and [stance].
I'll be working on adding in each race as I see fit, and the mod will probably be halfway done by the time we get the first stage of the army arc released.))</STRONG>
very nice! Add in us gods too. Any work on giants yet?
quote:
Originally posted by Jamini:
<STRONG>((No post from me this time, although I'll probably put up a new post tonight.I just wanted to let you all know that I've started a small mod that includes all of our races here for DF. So far i've gotten the vulpinan's working (although their adventurers tend to carry three sheilds since all four limbs have both [grasp] and [stance].
I'll be working on adding in each race as I see fit, and the mod will probably be halfway done by the time we get the first stage of the army arc released.))</STRONG>
but I thought flying races were bugged as hell ?
also, a race of elves with a body temperature of 600° will probably not work out
quote:
Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>but I thought flying races were bugged as hell ?
also, a race of elves with a body temperature of 600° will probably not work out</STRONG>
{{They are, thus the Tengu don't have the flier tag yet.
Actually, I'm thinking about making them nudists and creating a smelter reaction that changes stone into food for them. The only problem then is with wood,grass, and traders. Or, the !!elves!! could just be intelligent ambushing creatures like Harpies.))
Nhiphanter, I am totally cool with a little divine intelligence for your group (aka, them knowing where to go). Also, sorry for the whole assuming that they were killing every living thing. The capital ANY sort of threw me off. Thanks for accepting how the story is going so far. As to your question, the Ipetians normally leave no trace when they leave an area, but since they had been settled in Buigend Riet for so long, and since they left in such a hurry, there are certainly still visible signs that they were there; however, it's unlikely the giant would find anything they would consider valuable. I'll say it would take one turn of preparing to leave for Ipetians to completely wipe out any trace of them being there.
The Ipetians don't really have permanent structures per se; their houses are actually more of nests, with a covering made of leaves, dead wood, and dried mud to keep out the rain. They don't build any large structures and everything is open-air, though most vital areas such as the kitchen and still have primitives roofs, similar to the houses. If an Ipetian settlement ever becomes a city, likely they would erect a palisade around it for protection. Perhaps, as time progresses, this will change as the Ipetians interact with other races, but for now, they are quite primitive.))
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
"Look what she has taken Graed, the most things are junk, out of function for many years, or just coins i had collected but there are some things that are dangerous. For instance these two Staffgrenades. I should lock my dangerous things away. Hmm i think i can repair the chronometer, it is one without powercells but it was made for an World where the day had 27 hours. That binoculars need new lenses. And there ... i didnt know i keept my Messagebird. That lucky Vixen she had found the one thing i have a need for." Ter grabs one little blade and a screwdriver. "See this little bird is made from string and wire but it could fly by itself for day and days without resting. Its Program and the message which the bird is transporting are stored in this ... " For many years he wasnt so excited like now. A little piece of metal landed on the boat. "Yes is it still intact. Where i was ahhh yes .... the program and the message are stored in this little "Mnemo-crystal". Ah how many years i had missed that sort of things. Where Issha was one of the best Magicans in the old world i was one of the best mechanics and inventors. I have done that little bird as i was maybe 21. How it was powered? Was it Powercells or Thermocrystalls? Yes it was a Powercell thats why its not working." Ter closes hist fist around the little crystal. "Hello Leam my friend, I am Ter hero of Issha. He had send me out to make contact to another Race. As you can see i have found the Vulpians. This is Ambassador Graed and another one is behind that wood we are bringing for trade. Prepare something for our arrival and get some gold and glass for trade as well." After another Moment Ter opens his hand "So this is done. Now we have to attach that Crystal to the Dragonfly and send it ahead to Karatomca."
After the Dragonfly had started her own journey to karatomca ter spokes again to Graed. "Cenna can have that junk if she wishes it. It was my fault not to lock it away and im repairing and adjusting that chronometer for you too."
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-Karatomca - Leams office -
"Peris i will send you with a group to the Northwest. You have to found a new Outpost and you have to lead the mining operation."
"Me my Lord?"
"Yes you."
"But why?"
"Lets say i have faith in your Family. Your little sister does a good job at Irumathra and you older Brother serves very well as ambassador."
"But im not a inventor like my sister not so well educated like my brother. I am an ordinary fisher."
"Are you? Well lets say i need someone normal with some common sense to do this job. Choose your people well Mayor."
"Mayor my Lord?"
"Yeah why not? Now prepare for your Journey."
"Yes my Lord."
"Peris..."
"Yes my lord?"
"Find a good name for the new outpost too."
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- Northwest of Karatomca - Four weeks Later -
"Logbook of Mayor Peris forth week after leaving Karatomca.
The Houseship i had claimed at Karatomca for this journey was the best decision i have done so far. Today we have arrived the Position that was marked on Leams map and my courage had dropped. At the top of the sun tower this place has seemed like a long but dark beach. I had thought it was sand but hell its an Cliff 300 Metres high. That Cliff is made from obsidian granite and basalt as far we can see. Some Big boulders are lying in the Lake and we are setting up our settlement on them. We have also found a natural tunnel which is leading direct into the cliff. I think it is the perfect spot to start our Mining operation. I realy have to learn how to write.
"
Peris stopped dictating.
"I hope you didnt wrote that last statement down."
"What ... ah no sir i didnt."
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-Irumathra-
Aris was working on the new still as han her attendant was coming in.
"6 Months can you imagine that?"
"Yes i want to go home too" he replied.
After a minute Han broke the silence.
"Your highness can i ask you a question."
Aris sighed. Every time in the last 6 Months when he was calling her "your highness" he was in trouble or something like that.
"Spit it out Han what is it this Time."
"Well there is an beautiful Woman and ..."
"Wheres the problemm? Ask her out."
"Well i've done that already your highness."
"And?"
"And ... and ... well heh ... erm she is coming in an hour or so for dinner."
"Ok hand me that wrench. .... Wait did you say shes comming for dinner?"
"Yes i did your highness."
"That can endanger that our howl operation!"
"I cant see how this will ..."
"What if she ask how the new still works? What if you calling me "your highness" by accident? What if ... i dont want to think over that!"
"Your highness i know what you think but i not requesting your permition."
"You are not thats thats ... calm down Aris. Calm down. What are you asking when."
"Well i never learned how to cook and i thought because you are a Girl you could ... maybe ... you know?"
Aris stared in unbelieve.
- Later that evening -
"I cant belive i have done that for you" Aris whispered to Han.
"Yes thank you again." Han hissed back.
"Well shes pretty with her light green scales and that red ribbons. But the evening isnt done yet."
"Silence now. Shes almost here. Remember your name is Chatin"
"Welcome in my house Tira. Thats my daughter Chatin."
"Thank you for this invitation Aris and im honored to meet you to Chatin."
"Thats the best rainbow-trout i had eaten in years Aris."
"Oh thank you i wasnt sure how it would be."
"How had you meet my dad first Tira?"
"Chatin! how can you ask that?" asked Han with a terrified glance.
"Oh Aris she has a right to know that. Well i was working that evening at my uncles Tavern. I had served some beer then i had seen him and i smiled to him like i have to smile for everyone in that tavern. Well he had smiled back and crashed in the pillar that is standing in the middle of the room. The entire tavern had laughed at him but for me it was very cute. After that we have brought him to my uncles room because he was knockt out for some Minutes. As han was awake he had asked me out for this dinner."
"oh how rommmmmmm .... you know his true name?"
"Oh silly me this was a secret isnt it? Anyway the half Village already knows who you two are."
"The half village?"
"Yeah the half that isnt fixated on sex, that can count and can keep a secret."
"What are you two talking about?" Han asked.
"Han she had said that all woman of Irumathra know who we really are."
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The ; is my Dragonfly.
I have send a seetlergroup from Karatomca to the northwest as you can see that means that Karatomca or Irumathra arent growing this turn.
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♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
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.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
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.♣....♣..Rç♣♣≡.. Φ♣♣..¥T⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
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.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
You can find them here User:Greiger - DwarfFortressWiki. Also on the page is the plant, reactions, and metal to create the enhanced iron, called dracon steel ingame.
I couldn't do any of the summoner stuff without magic so I left it all out.[/OOC]
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
When that was finished she grabbed her pole again and headed toward the lake to catch dinner.
The surrounding area had an unusual feel to it. If it wasn't for a deer that had walked up and begun to drink from the water's surface, then there might have been no animal life around here at all. Kira cast her line a good twenty feet out and relaxed on the soft sand of the beach. She admired the gracefulness of the doe as it drank and then reached back to grab her waterskin. A splash resounded though the air and her eyes darted to the only movement there was - ripples in the lake where the deer had been.
She quickly reached down and removed her obsidian dagger from the sheath on her waist and stared at the spot. What kind of fish was big enough to drag down a deer, she thought. There was nothing in the great lake in Koneko Valley that could have taken down a whole deer, at least nothing that could get that close to the shore... She kept the dagger in her hand and started reeling in the line.
She put her rod in her backpack and slowly backed up from the edge as a fox walked over to the lake. Just then, a large skeletal head emerged from the lake and engulfed the entire fox's head with its jaws, pulling it under the water.
Kira had to consciously remember to take a breath and backed up about twenty feet from the shoreline. She had heard stories from the Drogar of giant fish... "What were they called again... 'crap'? hmm, something like that. Whatever it was it obviously would not be good for my health." Walking back to her tent hungry, she thought about the appearance of it. It looked dead, being a skeleton and all. Yet, it couldn't have been, it must have been a trick of her eyes.
Nevertheless, something was wrong with that lake.
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▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v♣♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│K≈♣♣
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♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂..<.┌X─── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
..≈≈δ───;──┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈..≡P⌂.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
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▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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"What was that?" Kara said as she sketched the ground below, her hand blackened from hours with the pen marking and remarking her canvas. Beletedly wishing she could take stop time for a moment to double check the shape of the ground below and ensure her maps were accurate.
With a furtive look she turned towards Dolak and his wife, the former obviously sligtly ill from the dips and swirls that the giant avien performed on the rising thermals that originated from where the cold sea met the warm land, turning her eyes away as the slightly green dracon began to retch into the bucket that he had brought aboard while his wife patted him on the back and encouraged him that this leg of the journy would still be over. Neither of them would be any help.
With a shuffle Kara left her seat and carefully walked over towards Erois, clinging to the gaurdrails of the travelling compartment as the avien made another swoop. Swapping Iten from one arm to another she sat across from the old warrior and pointed out the window to a small blot near a river delta far to the east. "What do you suppose that is?"
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Cheers rang thoughout Aveceleba as the first merchant boats sailed though the water gate, their drivers waving glibly to the assembled crowd as they made their statly way towards the central keep. People were everywhere. Cheering in the streets, raining the flower petals of late spring from the arches that lined the street towards the central depot, and constantly bringing boxes upon boxes of goods alongside the shore. Every vulpin with something to sell or something to buy came out of their homes, racing towards the massive wooden keep that straddled the river.
As the first boats reached the palace, two vulpinans wearing the bright red shoulder knots that marked them as members of the mechanic's guild gave a shout from thier stations beside the river. Each one pulled the long wooden lever that dominated their station, bringing forth a great creaking and groaning as the main gates of Sileraivis, the palace of foutains, opened in a rush of water, leading into a wide harbor.
Quickly the boats were docked, their gleaming hulls shining in the sunlght that filtered down though many bright laquar skylights. The white light turned into a yellow amber. As their captains set down they were met by a Vulpin dressed in a luxurious fox-fur cloak. The russet red accenting his own greying fur. On either side of him four other Vulpi stood, each quite old and wearing a canny look on their face.
"Welcome!" The old Vulpin said, spreading his arms wide as his voice was met with a resounding cheer, "Welcome back to Aveceleba merchants. Long have you have travelled to our sister city and now you have returned to us with goods. the first shipment of many. We, the lords of Aveceleba, welcome you!"
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Riet sighed, and moved over to Silis. "Could I borrow that device you showed me a while ago? The one with the two lenses. You called it a tele... tele-something.
"Oh, you mean my telescope?" Silis rummaged around in his bags and came out with the telescope. "Certainly, just be careful with the lenses."
"Thanks," replied Riet, gingerly taking the telescope from Silis. Carrying the strange device, he moved over to a nearby hill. He stretched the scope to its full length, then peered through the end like Silis had shown him. Sure enough, the little gadget still showed what was far away. Riet pointed it to the east. He could make out some sort of burnt grass along a fairly sizable portion of the plain. Looking around it, he saw what remained of the fields, and knew that this was once a farming outpost. It had been abandoned, and recently. It was a little odd that the farmers hadn't taken more care to obscure their crops. They must have left in a hurry.
Riet reasoned, if there are fields, then there must be a village somewhere nearby. After quite a long time of searching through the telescope, he found it. It was so far away that even with the telescope it was hard to see. The only thing Riet could tell for certain was that there was movement. It couldn't be the Ipetians, they had moved off. This left only one possible explanation: the giants had cut them off.
Riet ran back to their campsite. "Silis," he yelled, "bad news. The Giants are in between us and the Ipetians. There's no help coming for us."
"What do we do now?" questioned Silis.
"Fist off, we have to get away from those giants. I'll give you and your men one hour to bury anything thats not essential. We can come back for it later. But don't think that time is a luxury we can afford; we need to move, NOW!" The campsite erupted in a flurry of activity.
Within the hour, they were ready to move. Riet addressed the group. "We are currently a group on the move. I've traveled this rout before. Stick behind me, and the journey will go smoothly. With any luck, we'll be far away by the giants reach this campsite. There are only three rules for being on the move: go as fast as possible, stop only when necessary, and outrun those giants! Let's march!" The Ipetian and the Roshanian quickly dashed off into the retreating sun.
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Everything was going according to plan for Nietzsche. Riet still had not been sighted. There were some small dissident voices again, wanting to go back for their "leader," but Nietzsche continued to keep the group moving east. Eventually, he would capitulate, and allow a search and rescue team to try to find a sign of the lost hero, though all they would likely find is a mutilated corpse. Then Nietzsche would assume full responsibility, and he would give the people a performance they wouldn't forget.
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((I think I got everyone's moves in. So I'm assuming, due to the lack of dissent, that the forced march rules are in effect. Riet and co. are forced marched two west, and the migration group goes the normal two east. Blijzon advances to a village this turn, right?))
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
That's what I get for leaving the update an hour later than it's supposed to be :/))
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<STRONG>"Helesh, I think it is time for you to have more responsibilities. From now on you will be acting as the mayor of Shesh. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to leave the city for a while. Don't forget to prepare the city for Shadowfall."</STRONG>
Helesh didn't even know where to begin, but right now he was heading for his new office. As he entered the small meeting room which also served as the antechamber to his office, he noticed two familiar figures. Familiar because they had been pestering him for two days straight with their demands. One was the Clockmistress and the other the Weavemistress. Both were important people and both were really annoying.
Helesh sighed inwardly and greeted them.
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Shraal and Thlash were making headway towards the edge of the forest with Shel telling them where they would meet the cat-woman. They were very careful to avoid the giant spiders, and this was why, to an outside observer it would look like they were going in circles instead of a straight line.
They both had been careful with their choice of clothing and equipment. Both were wearing the long grey coat that was traditionnal -and utilitarian- for a Thelash. The coat also had a hood to protect its wearer from light, as contact with light was not something a Thelash's eyes were used to. Thlash had decided to take with him a rapier. Shraal also had a rapier under his coat and soe throwing knives as well, concealed in his boots and sleeves.
Finally they arrived to the edge of the forest and waited there, making sure to come out of the shadows whenever the cat-woman was close enough, to greet her.
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[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
It still takes one turn untill Madara's work is finished, and 2 turns untill the central temple for the godess in the southern mountains is finished
Some time later.
Hjolf kneeled down to his feet and looked around. There was a broken arrow on the ground. "hmh... I suppose i am not alone in this forest, these must be hunters own.." With that, he stood up and walked into nearby plateau, and made set up a small shelter there. Killing a deer that had wandered too near he then proceeded to light a fire and began roasting the deer. Its time to relax...
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Ragndir was sitting around in the abandoned village, depressed by the fact that they had been left out of the bloodshed, and the cowardly beings who had lived here had taken everything worth anything. Not even a single coin had been found.
A lookout walked next to him "Rag, we've spotted some sort of movement to the west, should we go check it out before starting the journey home?"
Ragndirs spirits lifted somewhat "Movement? That could be someone... Alright! Disassemble the camp, we're going to give it a chase, thou if its too fast we'll give up. I trust we all want to go see what that storm was back home!"
The giants moved out with considerable speed.
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Erois was trained to combat monsters in the air, and the bird's movements seemed tame compared to the maneuvers he used to practice. Though it did take him a little while to get used to the motion when he wasn't pulling them himself, he didn't have nearly as much difficulty as Dolak was. "Isn't that about where your people were supposed to be setting up an outpost? Maybe that's it."
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.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
OOC) My messengers are trained. They are all single dracon carrying only a small hand crossbow for hunting, a small utility knife, and a lightweight portable shelter, no armor. They travel quickly but due to their size are easy to spot if they travel close to an aware enemy. If captured they will be difficult to get information from verbally, but they carry detailed maps of their route. These maps lack troop movements(unless it is their target in which case it indicates group size and movement direction.) and if given the chance the messenger will destroy them before capture. They are trained in martial arts as they lack any real weaponry. It can be assumed there are messengers always traveling between military groups and friendly cities.
I'm added a number of larger weapons to the mod, including a Fullblade (Basically a greatsword so large a storm giant must use both hands), a rapier (a thin, very light sword that has 90 pierce damage), and the tengu-spacific Shakujo. Some new toys have also been added, and the tengu tokin is worn by 90% of their population.
It's still a long way from being 100% done, but there is definatly a start.
Here is a copy of the worldgen history. If anything strikes you as particularily odd let me know and I'll look into it.
edit: (Alright i added the new cultural weapon of stormgiants at the firstpage. Take note that none of the giants in the world currently have one of these, and probably wont have for quite some time.)
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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Efil-inira: 39 !!elves!!
Total: 52 !!elves!! (the five others are spread out over the tunnels, hauling minerals or messages, or digging.)
((Fothacema continues east.
The tunnel continues into the mountain, and more random stuff is mined (there are a few elves, most notably Ilecaaye, digging and so but putting them on the map would just obscure it)
While travelling Fothacema builds and uses small green glass shelters to sleep in, and those are left behind every day or so, this may aid travellers on this route later very slightly and in any case makes a very strange and easily followed track.
There is slight growth in elves and a little more in infrastructure and knowledge. I hope their abilities justify refining titanium before inventing the wheel.))
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"Main mineral storage 03, inventory:
10564 kg of iron.
7893 kg of lead.
3857 kg of silver.
486 kg of gold.
376 kg of tungsten.
11 kg of ruby.
98 kg of diamond.
8 kg of sapphire
1568 kg of pitchblende.
589 kg of rock salt.
4675 kg of various unidentified minerals.
Notes: this storage is newly dug and in great disorder due to the old ones overflowing, and in great need of sorting and general organization."
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Today it was exactly one year since their arrival, and everyone was celebrating in the great dining hall. it was also the first time in a year Acathiima actually let go and had fun, maybe they could get used to the mountains after all.
((Sorry, absolutely nothing happening this turn so I had no idea what to write))
As it is, Giant Heros are quite fun to play. They are so strong that they can send most creatures flying into walls and trees, exploding on impact. However, bows and crossbows have a tendancy to get mortal wounds on them pretty easily, even with multiple shields.
Wading through a sea of Ipetians was funny with my recent mace lord. His counterstrikes were maiming or killing three per frame on average. Quite pleasent. :D))
((On second thought, I might not want to know...))
[ May 25, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
To be fair, he was a Mace Lord with four shields equipped at once. He was very nearly a champion too. Even a kobold with his stats would have been maiming opponents left and right.
I won't tell you what happened to the Dracon town that was nearby. It was too ghastly))
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<STRONG>((I won't tell you what happened to the Dracon town that was nearby. It was too ghastly))</STRONG>
Amazing splatter. Wings, arms, legs, lungs EVERYWHERE!))
Fpurtunatly, some work had been done. Althoughthey still lacked any real metal weapons other than His and Felu's blades, Gouzzi had quickly perfected a small, but powerful, crossbow. There were huge stocks of wooden bolts laying around. Actually, there were no more trees in the area. Expansion was critical now. Gouzzi had also found time to train 10 Zefies in basic engineering principles.
Yankee finally got the show rolling. A grand total of 60 people left Angelsheild that day. They were formed up in three groups. The 10 construction trained men would act as messengers and begin to build roads. 19 Zefies were under Felu. They would eventually found a mining area, hopefully allowing for some more Zefieish weaponry. Yankee and the last 29 would find a good spot and establish a great fortress and logging area. They moved west, into the forest. What had looked cheerful from a distance seemed dark and looming close up. . .
(Sorry about not posting for two days. I dislike fishing a lot! Angelshield is demoted to an outpost and the currentally massive settlement group moves west.)
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(Also, CURSES! i was going to start a zefie fort after this. If you do mod my fuzz-balls into the game, make them really small (kobold) but give them a medium speed boost and maybe one damage block?)
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<STRONG>((Have you ever seen a high priest thrown off the top floor of a keep into the pool of his own temple nearly 40 tiles away?Amazing splatter. Wings, arms, legs, lungs EVERYWHERE!))</STRONG>
Well they can still fly in spirit then ;).
I once had an adventurer get his tail bitten off in a dracon ruin and then pick it up and start beating zombies to (re)death with it. It was awesome. The pain kept slowing him down though so he eventually got swarmed and killed.
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"Figures that they hand me the worst of the bunch... Hey, you! Stop dismantling him!"
He runs over and bonks a pringer on its head, who was currently in the process of pulling apart another pringer. X-2 quickly reassembles the pringer, before smacking the other one upside the head.
"What was that, EH?!"
Said pringer just stood there, looking up at X-2.
"Dood, it's fun. Besides, he consented to it."
X-2 facepalms as much as what was possible for him, before smacking the pringer upside the head again.
"Fool! That's it, we can't go much further anyway. Set up camp!"
The pringer salutes.
"Aye aye, dood!"
X-2 sighs in irritation as the two pringers go about their way, whistling cheerily.
"Why do I get stuck with all the idiots? Well, at least we've arrived somewhere sufficiently rich in resources..."
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((OK, pringer outpost has been made, and I am sorry for being so slow to update. I'll also have them moved two tiles east-ish, before they make it. I LOVE the whole mountain movement thing.))
Also, Jam, I made a mod for the Koneko race I could send you if you want. I can't figure out how to make them all female and still reproduce. I dont think its possible at the time...))
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Hanabira suddenly remembered she had an -elf- in her pocket. She reached in and grabbed the disheveled creature and dusted him off a bit. He must have been in there for what seemed like months to him.
Without a sound she disapeared from the table and once again arrived at Maki's door in Oakvale, with the elf standing next to her. The surprised tree-lover stood just about the same height than Hanabira now, who preferred to present herself slightly taller than her Koneko followers. She put her hand on the elf's shoulder and gave him the ability to speak their language.
"Don't worry now, for some reason, I've decided to spare you from another eternity of purgatory enslavement."
"I... uhh...."
"No worries." she cut him off and then knocked on the familiar oak door.
"Come in!" came Maki's voice from the office.
Hanabira gave the elf a gentle nudge and walked in behind him.
"Hello my lady.. um, what is that?"
"He is an Elf, his name is Themiyi Pimaada. He came from another world, but I'm afraid the agony he has endured has erased his memory of the place. Maybe he will remember with time."
"Thats terrible... well at least I can provide him a place here in Oakvale."
"Thank you Maki, I'm going to see Kira. She is doing well and I'll be sending her on the return trip soon."
This at least was some good news, Maki thought. She was glad to be able to help the creature, but doubted whether he would pull his weight.
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There was a commotion in the otherwise quiet morning coming from Kira's tent. She was scrambling around the tent attempting to find her medical kit. Those blasted fishes were in the river also, but at least this one had been alive, complete with skin and all...
Although she vowed not to go back to the lake, she couldn't resist eating more freshly caught catfish from the river. While sitting on the bank, the giant fish jumped up and was able to mangle her right hand before she grabbed her dagger and rammed it through the fish's eye and directly into it's brain. The great lump of a fish lay there next to her as she began wrapping up her hand with some silk bandages from her kit.
Hanabira appeared behind her and gave a shout that made Kira jump around and grab her dagger again, since she was already on edge. "Good grief!! Cant I just get a friendly hello sometimes!?!"
"Nope."
Kira sighed, "Well what is it? Look at my hand from that stupid giant fish! I;m sick of running around out here in the friggin boonies. I want to go home..."
Taken aback, Hanabira waved her hand over the bandages, "I'm sorry Kira, I need you to do this for me and everyone in the valley. Here, take this."
She held out an amulet to Kira. Unusual yet masterful craftmanship, it was made out of superior quality cut emerald with an image of an oak tree. It was encircled with bands of a strange clear rock Kira didn't recognize.
Kira reached out and noticed her hand had been healed, then grabbed the amulet and put it on. "Thanks for my hand."
"Your welcome."
"What is this for?" Kira asked, holding up the amulet.
"It will let you communicate with Maki in Oakvale. Just hold it in your hand and whisper whatever you want to say to her, she will be able to hear you."
"Can she talk to me?"
"Not yet, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision for me to give you that, especially because of where I'm sending you. I want you to always remember where your from and what your doing for the Koneko."
"Where are you sending me anyway? I havent seen a forest yet."
"Go to the southeast around the lake and you'll spot the forest to the northeast. They know you are coming, and as long as you keep your head you'll be fine. After that I'll need you to return to the Valley. I must go."
"Thank you Hanabira."
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"Well thats that," Hanabira stated as she sat back at the table. "She should be on the right track now Shelesh."
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣Zz≈≈└──┐D. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,e..│..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~÷↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈S♣
♣.≡≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘/...≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘.K.~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌X─── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
..≈≈δ───;──┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣R.ç.♣♣..≡ Φ♣♣..¥T⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»≡⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Kinsebs£r - Oakvale : E Mountain-valley : Koneko : Town
Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Village
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko : Village**
Shraal and Thlash are waiting until Kira gets close to the border of the forest (read : enters the forest square) before showing themselves.))
This map is copied from Captainblood's post. Also, I wish you the best of luck mate.))
Turn 11
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣Zz≈≈└──┐D. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,e..│..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~÷↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈S♣
♣.≡≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘/...≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘.K.~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌X─── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
..≈≈δ───;──┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣R.ç.♣♣..≡ Φ♣♣..¥T⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»≡⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣Zz≈≈└──┐D. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,e..│..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~÷↑↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂~≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈S♣
♣.≡≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘/...≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘.K.~
♣♣≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌X─── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
..≈≈δ───;──┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
..♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
.♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣c⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
.♣....♣R.ç.♣♣..≡ Φ♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
................ .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
.....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Mahoyiga*harbour: Town : 85
Eientei: Hamlet : 40
Murakami : hamlet : 29
Makai : outpost : 17
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We received our first messanger today. It seems the Vulpinian is on her way back to her people with Erois acting as ambassador and a merchant summoner with his wife.
According to our visitor's maps it seems we will be acting as a northern guard to their people, so I have relayed orders for the construction of a military port. We don't know what is across the sea but it could be hostile. Our people have never been particularly good at naval combat but that is no excuse to leave our flank completely undefended.
We will need wood for the construction of a navy and we just happened to discover a large forest to the north between us and the mountains. Combined with our trade deal with the Vulpinians this should provide us enough wood to both kick-start our metalworking and build a fleet.
(military ID seal)
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[ May 26, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Also, will we hear stories of that vulpine god-child's early childhood soon, like how fast he develops/special powers/how the skin saved him from something/some random story like how Hercules strangled three snakes?))
[ May 26, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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Loka : NW of Oakvale : Koneko : Town**
Tamuro : W of Loka : Koneko : Village
Finally at the edge of the forest, Kira looked around for any sign of movement. There was a dismal quality to the forest edge and she could see it was full of giant spiderwebs. She absolutely detests the small, sneaky spiders, but whatever made a web that big couldn't be so bad. At least she could spot them coming.
She pulled out her bow and strung one of her exceptional wooden, red feathered arrows and tip-toed into the forest. That disturbing feeling of someone or something watching washed over her.
Kira maneuvered around a tree and there it was, an eye for each leg. All eight eyes looking straight at her from between some trees about twenty feet ahead. She raised her bow and took aim. The huge grotesque creature had venom dripping from it's fangs, both of them at least 10 inches long. Hearing a crack behind her, she spun around and saw a second one nearly face-to-face. There was no way to grab her dagger in time so she jumped to the side as the arachnid charged. The spider was about to land a deadly bite when it suddenly retreated, its back full of throwing knives. She looked around and spotted two figures in dark grey cloaks, making it difficult to see their faces.
"Hullo there! Thanks, I guess I owe ya one."
((Istrian, if you want you can talk for my character for story purposes. I think it will be a hassle and the conversation could take several months otherwise. lol.))
((If no one decids to take over the Koneko, it's no prob really. Hanabira will just "pack up her pieces." Maybe I'll get to rejoin ya in a BotG III. Or maybe it'll still be going when I come back.))
[ May 26, 2008: Message edited by: CaptainBlood ]
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((For my turn, a second trade route has been established along the eastern half of the river between Aveceleba and Romilath. Liliaceleba has sent a migration to the west to follow Graed and Ter and set up a suitable village between the two locations. This migration has twelve individuals, including an Adept bowmen who doubles as a hunter and a Novice spearman with fishing skill (including big fish, thus why he has spear skill.)))
The sun rose warily over the river, the few silvery shafts of light that poked though the low cloud cover reflecting brightly off the murky water. Though the fog, Cenna watched the northern shore of the river, the other two sleeping soundly as she spent her turn at the watch. They had been travelling for weeks now after the incident, and somehow her relationship with Graed has only worsened thoughout. While Ter was forgiving for her light fingers, the marksman simply refused to let the transgression slide. He refused to talk with her, angry, hurt gaze turning her away every chance she tried to explain.
However, no amount of could shoulder could deny that with three of them she would need to take a watch. At all times somone was required to man the tiller of the raft, to trim the sails and tack against the current, a skill most vulpinan's learned in early childhood. Ter too, had shown himself no stranger to boast travel. Apparently his people lived on the very lake itself, and they had once lived on boats that crossed the ocean! Perhaps it was no wonder that he could handle a small river raft then after all.
As the fog lifted, Cenna watched the sunlight peek down through the clouds. Striking the wooden spire of a palaside of an outpost far to the north. Another argument point, was that. The Roshani had insisted that the outpost was not of his people, and as such Graed insisted that they wait untill their return to Liliaceleba to inform Raom and the council that there was another civilization very close to Liliaceleba. They had spent two days now, constantly travelling east, watching the outpost in in the distance.
As the sun rose higher and the two men began to stir, Cenna came to an abrupt decision. Graed and his Roshani could go onward, continuing on their way to Karatomca. Cenna however, would not let this potentially lucrative opprotunity go to waste. With a quck glance at the set of the sails, ensuring that the small mast would not need to be turned for at least twenty minutes, the lithe woodworker dived into the water, swimming for the northern shore.
Graed could go soak his tail, Cenna was going to get some glory for herself.
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"Kara, wake up." a steady voice said as the vulpinan snoozed in the slowly rocking compartment, the darkness from the outside caressing her as she felt a warm touch, like the sun on a sandy beach touch her arm.
"...don't wanna wake up.." she said, rolling over slightly to push away the hand. Starting as she lost her balance on the edge of the seat and fell onto the floor. Drawing the spiteful gaze of Dolak as she clumsily attempted to get her feet underneath her. Iten laughed from across the room, he was moving under his own power nowc, if clumsily, and a lot bigger. Carrying him wasn't a chore yet, but sooner he would be too big to carry wiht her everywhere. Indeed even now as he played two-a-thwak with the summoners wife it was painfully obvious that he was going to want to meet some children of his own age soon, both to play with and learn from.
As she finally got all four feet underneath her, Kara walked over to the window and looked out, glancing over the brightening landscape as the sun rose in the eastern sky.
Below a city rose up to greet her, a familier city even though much of it Kara had never seen in her life.
She was home
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Cenna carefully crept approached the palaside, her entire body shaking vigorously as she measured the scale of the front gate of the outpost before her. Two... no three lengths tall. The great square gate towered before her as she tried to take the proportions of it into perspective. To the vulpin, it seemed monstrous, in comparison to it she felt diminuaive... tiny.
Nerving herself, the woodworker slowly approached closer, keeping to the shadows of the vegitation that covered the ground. Half-instinctivly she measured the workmanship of the wooden wall. It was strong, and well built, but the construction showed a wanton waste of materials. She had to catch herself as she nearly snorted in disgust at the work, so inefficient, so wasteful. But the construction showed another thing too, whoever did this was intelligent... and physically very powerful. The wood had been hewn with a single axe, rather than by a crew, massive iron nails holding the entire structure together with percision. Even from where she was, nearly twenty legnths distant, she could see no gap. Indeed, it was very likely that there would be no place wide enough for her to fit a handpaw though.
As she reached the edge of the treeline, Cenna hesitated, noting to the far west a place where a strand of trees had been clear-cut to make room for the building. What a waste! Rather than searching for the old and sick trees, or even thinning out the portions of the forest that was simply too thick, these creatures had simply clear-cut it! The growth of that section of forest would take years to replace, wasting far more time than had these creatures carefully trimmed their wood, taking only what they needed. Why...why... it was sickening.
Cenna nerved herself again, sending away her thoughts. It was likely that these creatures were ignorant of the damage they were doing. Now, more than ever, it was imperitive that she meet with them. Explain the damage they were doing, the lives they were ruining. With any luck she may even be able to deal with these... giants... and convince them to let a vulpinan crew come west and work the forest here, preserving the trees and providing labor untill their lumberjacks were informed of how to cut the forest without destroying everything. It would only take a bit.
With a determined look she appraoched a bit closer, looking at the impressive fortifications a mere ten lengths away before stepping fully into view of the gaurdhouse. Calling out: "Hail to the camp! I come in peace from Liliaceleba. Our leaders send you greetings! Um... don't shoot, I want to talk!"
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'Set down there', Kara called carefully over the wind to the Avien in Draconic, doing her best to follow the intonation that Dodek had pounded into her head carefully over the last two weeks. The summoner had insisted she learn Draconic so that she would be able to study the books that he had brought with him during her free time. While she could only speak a few basic words in a very thick and heavy accent, and understood only a little more than she spoke, Kara still had picked up the language with a relitive rapidity. Knowing after four months of travel in the summoner's company enough to address the Avien properly.
'As you wish, friend of Yaris.' the creatures great voice reverberated thoughout it's body, causing the slick feathers that Kara held on to to shake between her fingers. It seemed somewhat grateful for the effort she made to speak to it, although a slight note of contempt still crept into it's voice, as it did for all lesser beings. As it spoke it dipped one wing, turning into a tight spiral towards the courtyard of the vulpinan palace.
Far below tiny red specks were crossing the yard in every direction. Racing away from the great bird as it fell with the speed of a rock towards to the surface. With a great backlash the heavy wings snapped open, causing a small tidal wave of water to eminate from the river and fall upon the banks. For a moment Kara could see nothing but light and color as a pair of bright rainbows appeared in the water spray that rose into the air. And then, quite suddenly, they were on the ground.
The Avien hardly fit into the wide courtyard, its great size drawing a massive crowd of vulpinans as it brought one wing close to the ground, allowing Kara to slide to the ground gracefully. Severl lengths away Eoris, Dodek, and the summoner's wife carrying Iten in her foreclaws, winged down to the ground. Their strangness drawing the eyes of the onlookers nearly as much as the avien.
With effort Kara stood on her hindpaws, bowing deep into a curtsy not that different than the manner of the dracon women. 'Thank you, great one.' she said as respectfully as she could in her slightly broken Dracon.
Slowly the avien began to vanish, the magic that had bound it to this world dissapating along with the compartment that had served as their protection for the last four months, it's final words ringing in Kara's mind. 'Next time apprentice, it will be you who will be bargining. I hope you do a better job than that fool Yaris.'
A few moments later Kara dropped back into her natural stance, loping over to the summoner's wife and gently taking Iten. Her eyes on a young male vulpin who was bounding towards them breathlessly. "Karaman! You've returned. Come this way, the council will want to meet with you and your... friends."
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"That fool!" Graed cried as he struggled to steady the tiller, the boat swaying crazily as a school of carp raced underneath. Their gaping jaws wide to admit chunks of Vulpin and Roshiran. Feverishly he thought as he worked to keep the raft steady, using a wooden pole to beat the fish back. Cenna had left them adrift, there was no mistaking it. It was obvious where she had went too: The nortern settlement, the one he had been insisting was too risky to visit while they were transporting goods for Karatomca, in case they proved hostile. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Ter to agree to wait two days, against the woodworker's wishes, to see how the settlement reacted before boldly walking up to it, and now... now Cenna had gone and blown both of their missions to the Roshani.
With fevor he stabbed the pole into the eye of another carp, his strike so forceful that the creature was killed instantly. As the creature slid from the pole some of the other fish began to feast upon their companion, giving the battered river boat some relief. With an angry look the bowvulpi looked over at his companion and sighed slightly, his other eye watching the water for another victem.
"So Ter, what now?"
((Vulpinan Leadership Lesson:
Vulpinans do not have a single, unified leadership. Rather, each outpost as it is founded brings fourth it's own style of leadership with all laws only pretaining to the town and the area directly surrounding it. The Vulpi as a whole mearly associate with on another as being the same race, their naturally peaceful nature (more peacful than a human anyway) prevents most conflicts from expanding outside of minor lawbreaking.
Site Leadership
Aveceleba: Aveceleba is ruled jointly by the seven "lords" (the heads of the major guilds: The Boneworker's Guild, The Woodworkers's Guild, The Mechanic's Guild, The Leatherworker's Guild, The Fisher's Guild, The Trapper's Guild, and the Farmer's Guild. Each guild recives one vote in all manners concerning the city. An eighth vulpinan who belongs to no major guild takes the office of "High Lord" and has two votes on the council as well as being the head judge in all major trials, and hiring out all of the lesser judges. In order to become a high lord a vulpinan must be the "Lord Elect" at the time of the High Lord's death. The Lord Elect is elected once every six years and may be any vulpinan. Although the Lord Elect has no direct power himself (aside from nearly always being a lesser judge), but often he has the ear of the High Lord. (and traditoinally, the high lord will give the lord elect his second vote))
Of the three settlements, Aveceleba is both the richest (although it lacks metal, the sheer volume and quality of their bone crafts and leather works far outweighs the other two settlements, and the most affluent. Currently they control the trade between the other two settlements, determining what goes up and down the river. The palace in Aveceleba is build directly over the river, a trading location and shops have been set up in the lower levels of the palace as a perfect harbor for riverboats.
Liliaceleba:
In Liliaceleba a council made up of thirty representatives from all sections of the city gather to determine policy. Seven of the representatives are the original founders, who have permanent seats as long as they live. Eleven are the heads of the major families in the city, and the remaining twelve are elected from (mostly) equally distributed districts thoughout the city. The vulpinan who determines the agenda and proceedings of each meeting is the captain of the gaurd, who is currently Raom. Currently there are no methods in place to determine how to replace the captain of the gaurd, however it is likely that when the captain of the gaurd proves unable to continue at his post he will be replaced by a vote of the council.
It is notable to mention that Raom rarly arbitrates meetings, preferring instead to actually doing his job of readying Liliaceleba for combat. Of the three outposts, Liliaceleba has the best defenses (A double-palasade wall) and the best-trained military. (Two Elite bowmen, One Elite Swordsmen. As well as six bowmen of varying skill and four adept+ swordsmen. All of them are also tranined in using their teeth and claws in close combat (wrestling)
Romilath - In Romilath one vulpinan currently has control of every function of government. He has been loath to give up any office or authority, and nobody has been willing to take it. It is likely that the settlement will become a dictatorship.
As a final note, Kara has no idea what sort of government has risen while she has been exploring.))
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At the start of the second year, the two main workshop buildings are 90% done, the bridge is complete and the farmer's house is complete. The sturgeun and pike in the river have recently launched a major offensive taking my population from 15 to 8. Casualties are: 2 Miners, 2 'constructors'[masons], 1 carpenter/axedracon, 1 hunter, 1 fisherman, 2 chocobo and a cow. I hate fish.))
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Originally posted by Greiger:
<STRONG>(( 2 chocobo))</STRONG>
((That sound so insanely awesome.))
I'm gonna post it on the DF Map archive once I get the files I need, and see if this new migrant animal caretaker I gave a crossbow to has any success purging the river of finned death.
EDIT:Riversnake Unfortunately the fishslayer took a nap before he finished the massacre but migrants showed up so I'm happy.
Wait, Captain Blood is leaving? *reads back a bit* dangit I missed it. Good luck dude! Make sure you tell us about all the conspiracies you learn about as a high ranking officer!))
[ May 26, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
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Yankee's army had entered the great forest. Progress had been fairly good, yet several zefies reported seeing dark shapes and probable monsters lurking around. The defensive situation was really terrible. There were four, FOUR melee fighters and ten semi-trained rangers. It just wasn't smart. Yankee decided that, every night when they camped, they would produce weaponry. Someone would chop down a couple of nearby sapplings and bring them to camp. They would have their tips honed to points and were then hardened in the fire.They were not hugely effective weapons, but they would have to be sufficent. The woods showed no sign of stopping, but there were plenty of wild plants so food remained high.
Two weeks into the trip, Yankee called a stop. For reasons unknown, no trees were growing in a fairly large area. A small fort was quickly built. It wasn't much more than a paliside surrounding one large cabin and a latrine, but it would serve as an effective resting area for future travelers. The ten engineers stayed to begin surveying for a future road, while the rest of the zefies moved on.
Engineer detachment forms a camp and rest of army moves on.
(I guess I could take control of your people Cpt. Blood. It's not like I have finals or anything this week. Good luck by the way, I'm hoping to get into West Point.)
Riet looked back at the Roshanian behind him. They were tired; he had been pushing them hard. However, now the Giants were completely out of sight, though a dust cloud still loomed behind the weary travelers. Up ahead, Riet finally saw what he was looking for. He motioned Silis forward.
"There it is," said Riet, pointing at the horizon, "there is the forest I traveled through last time to get to your people. With any luck, we'll be able to lose the giants in there."
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Nietzsche continued to lead the exodus of the Ipetians toward Blijzon. When finally the scouts reported the signal fires of their brothers to the east, Nietzsche decided that it was time the group split up. After all, having farming outposts was still a good idea. It would be easier to establish good locations while the group was still on the move rather than after they had settled down in their new home. He called the people together.
"My freinds," said Nietzsche in a grand voice, "we are nearing our destination, and it is a time of great rejoicing. Now we have a new home, one which will endure. We have left the land that had rejected us, and now we settle in a new land, one which will provide us with the good fruits of honest labor and toil." The people cheered at these words.
Nietzsche considered the simple-minded fools, and then continued on. "Now that we near our destination, I propose that some of us stop here. Farms will be needed again to provide all of us with the fruit of the earth. No one has starved these past few months, but I'm sure that we all were in want of bread and other comforts. We all remember the good days at Buigend Riet, with wine and feasts. Most of that was due to our brothers at the outposts. They supported us, nourished us, and helped us prepare for the exodus. Therefore, it seems only logical that we should do this in our new home. We will not make the same mistake as last time, sending out small outposts. Instead, we will send 30 brave souls to the north-east, and leave another 30 here. These hamlets will provide for the main city, and the city will provide for them." The people nodded their heads in agreement; this was a sensible measure.
Nietzsche had to address one last fear that had been expressing itself more and more lately. "Another benefit of having a settlement here, is that it will be able to keep watch over the west, and hopefully see the coming of our beloved leader: Riet. I know there has been talk about what happened to Riet. I am certain he is safe and sound. He is the greatest warrior, hunter, tracker, and drinker our people have ever known. I know that now, since we have stopped, we shall see him coming within a month, riding over that hill there. He will lead our people into a glorious new era. Therefore, this settlement will be known as Heuvelhorloge, Hill-Watch! According to our brothers at Blijzon, there is a part of the plains to the north, which is surrounded on three sides by the forest. That shall be our second hamlet, and it shall be called Omhelzingbos, Forest's Embrace!" The people cheered yet again.
Nietzsche was quite pleased with their reaction. Now he just needed to figure out how to tell them that Riet was dead...
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Riet was comforted by the cool shade and cover of the forest. He remembered perfectly where Fenneth had decreed his temple should be built at, but he wasn't going to show Silis that. It was a sacred place for his people, and though Silis was a good friend, he was not Ipetian. Riet considered his next move.
"I think we should split up," he said as his mind began to work itself around an idea.
"Why do you say that?" questioned Silis.
"Two reasons; first, I do not want you to be endangered any more. I have pushed you for quite some time now, and it is time you took a more leisurely pace. The second reason is that the giants have been hunting for months, possibly years. If they don't catch anything soon, they will go back home. I can outrun them easily. I will show myself to them, and then let them chase me into the uncharted wilds. Eventually, I will lose them, and they will turn back. Meanwhile, you will be safely traveling towards my people. Make sense?"
"Yes, it does," responded Silis, a look of understanding on his face. "When do you plan to leave?"
"Tomorrow," answered Riet, "the sooner I can shake the Giants off your tail, the better. Strike southwest; it will get the forest in between you and the giants. After you get back on the plains, go directly east. Eventually, you should run into my people. If I have not caught up with you by then," Riet said gravely, "tell them what has happened to me. With any luck, that will be unnecessary, but one should always keep the worst case at the back of one's mind," Riet broke out laughing, "so that when it doesn't happen, you can feel lucky later. There is nothing so exciting as to be shot at without result."
Silis looked seriously at Riet. "Be careful, my friend."
Riet smiled; perhaps the ambassador was becoming Ipetian. "You as well, my friend."
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲≡⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Jamini, I think you copied an old map. It didn't have my move from last turn, nor a bit of what has happened this turn. I've tried to correct it, and include your and Strife's moves.
A summery of what happened: The Ipetian exodus broke off into three groups: one that founded Heuvelhorloge, Hill-Watch to the west of Blijzon, one that founded Omhelzingbos, Forest's embrace and the rest move into Blijzon. The two new settlements start off as hamlets with 30 each, and the other 80 make Blijzon grow into a large city, with a population of about 150 Ipetians total.
Riet and Silis's group have broken up again. Riet moves north, and will stay there until he sees the giants, at which point he will take off straight west. Silis's group is deep in the forest))
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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Humans would describe Shraal as extremely good-looking with his elongated face, perfect nose and properly-sized ears. However there was something very unsettling about him : his eyes. They were grey. Not just the iris, but also the rest of the eyes. There was only grey.
Thlash removed his hood as well, since he would be the one to translate. His feateures were that of a 13-year old human boy. In his eyes, only the iris was grey. Shraal spoke in the language of the Thelash.
"Greetings, stranger."
Thlash immediately translated this into images and sent them into the cat-woman's mind. Not waiting for a reply he would most certainly not understand, Shraal continued.
"We are the Thelash. We wish you no ill-will."
Thlash sent an image of a Thelash followed by that of light and darkness. He then sent a feeling of protectiveness.
"If your wish is peace, we welcome you to our cities. We will trade with you if you have anything that interests us.
Thlash sent an image of the cat-woman and Shraal sitting around a table, discussing something. A feeling of friendship. An image of the cat-woman and a Thelash exchanging things. The Thelash is giving a silky cloth. The cat-woman, glass, spices, books, cats.
"If you do not wish to deal with us, then we will ignore you."
An image of a Thelash and the cat-woman, separated by a wall. The Thelash is happy. The cat-woman is happy.
"If you wish war, then you will have that."
A feeling of hatred, fear, dread. An image of cat-people dead with a Thelash in the background holding a bloody blade.
"The choice is yours."
All three images together and a feeling of expectation.
After a few minutes of puzzled feelings, the cat-woman answered in her own language. Thlash received images of peace and relayed them to Shraal.
"Then, would you accompany us to our city ?"
Images of a walled city in the middle of the forest. Many Thelash inside the city. The cat-woman is entering the city.
In return Thlash received a feeling of agreement with a bit of fear mixed in.
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Meanwhile in Shesh, Helesh was meeting once again with members of the Master Council, the leaders of the city, which at this moment consisted only of the Clockmistress, Weavemistress, Loremaster and Bloodmaster. Their complaints were always the same : they wanted guild houses and a meeting hall. Helesh wondered how Shraal was able to keep them at bay. Then again, Shraal had much more influence, since he was one of the old-worlders, just like them.
At this time, the only thing Helesh could do was listen to their complaints and ignore them. It was good that wearing hoods during meetings was allowed, else the Masters would have been able to see Helesh dozing off at times. Right now he had his mind set on a new project : an airship. It shouldn't be that complicated and didn't require as many resources as Thlash's channel to the lake while accomplishing the same objectives.
The real problem with this project was finding something that would lift the ship. A balloon would work well, unfortunately heating the air would be a real bother if they used fire and air. The ship would probably burn before achieving anything useful.
Helesh was interrupted by the Weavemistress standing up.
"When are we going to get decent offices ?"
"As soon as Lord Shraal agrees, your Excellency." answered Helesh.
"Lord Shraal isn't the current mayor of Shesh, your Honor. You are."
That was the main problem. While Helesh knew he had the authority to take any action he wished within the city, ultimately he would have to answer to Shraal and that would decide his future on the political scene.
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The three travellers journeyed together to Shushaw Shesh. The trek was rather long since Shraal and Thlash had to move at the speed of the cat-woman who was not used to forests. Many times she asked them if they were lost. Thlash replied with images of a well-marked trail and a feeling of danger emanating from outside the trail. A danger that was not difficult to miss, considering the amount of huge webs in the forest and the cat-woman's previous encounter.
Eventually their trek led them to a huge wall and they continued eastwards along the wall, until they came across a huge gate. It was many times the height of a Thelash yet smaller than the surrounding trees, and therefore hidden from sight. They passed the gate. Shraal turned to the cat woman.
"Welcome to Shushaw Shesh. You are free to visit the city and enter its building, as long as the occupant allows you to. If you wish to leave, ask Thlash. He will remain with you at all times. We would be honored if you would remain until the Shadowfall ceremony."
Images of a shadow, a leaf and a heart. Images of the cat-woman entering buildings. Thlash is always alongside her in those. Image of the cat-woman pointing outside of the city and Thlash leading her out of the forest. Image of a phase of the local moons as it would be one month from now and a great feast under those moons.
Shraal left while Thlash translated that to the cat-woman. He went towards the mayor's office wanting to see how Helesh was dealing with the Masters of the city. He also wanted to oversee the last stage of the preparations for Shadowfall. But mostly he wanted to be far away from the cat-woman because she made him want to sit in front of a fire with a good book, a good drink, and a cat on his lap. He thought it would be quite offensive if he started petting the embassador on her head, like he used to do with his cat, in the previous world.
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((CaptainBlood: Shadowfall is next turn, if I don't receive news from you by then, I'll consider Kira is staying. I also considered that the Koneko would want trade & peace.
BTW we could take turns playing the Koneko until someone wants to take over more permanently. Armok could start wednesday and I whenever he has had enough.
Though it would be useful to know what kind of plans you have for your race and how you want us to RP it.))
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citidel(23)
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
The Thelash are a race that believes in personnal perfection and freedom. However they need at least some basic things before they can start perfecting themselves. This is why cities exist : so that everyone can have what he needs to live.
Defining those requirements is the role of the Mayor or Governor of a city (the title varies with the population). His duty is to find out what is needed and allocate available resources to worthwhile projects. This is also the reason Thelash are grouped in pillars by the benefits they bring to a city.
Pillars vary from city to city. Shushaw has the following pillars : Bloodpillar (food providers), Clockpillar (engineers), Handpillar (metalsmiths, stoneworkers, woodworkers...), Mindpillar (sages), Weavepillar (shadow silk weavers). All Thelash, with the exception of children, are members of a pillar. Each pillar is led by a Master selected by his peers, who is considered to be the best of their profession.
These Masters form the Great Council or the City Master Council. There is one for each city. The duty of this Council is to assist the Mayor in running a city. Mostly, they propose projects and count the resources they keep available for a city's needs.
The Mayor's duty is to set production quotas for pillars, enforce Thelash law, lead a city's defense (when required) and approve projects. The Mayor can appoint personal advisors and often has at least an urban planner to decide on city-building. While he is Mayor, he can be exempted from working in his assigned pillar.
While Thelash cities are independent from each other, all Thelash must obey the decisions of the Shadow Council. As said before, the Shadow Council is made of 11 shadows whose duty is to regulate the Thelash so that everyone can have an equal chance of reaching perfection.
Cities are usually planned in advance; this is why there is more accomodation than necessary (except in the case of Shushaw, which explains some of the problems Helesh is facing). Whenever a Thelash child is born, a new house is built in every city.
While a Thelash is a child, he is not member of a pillar. He has to learn from the shadows of the dead Thelash. When he feels confident enough he can present himself before the Shadow Council where he will be tested to find out in which pillar and in which city he would perform best. Whenever that is decided, the Thelash is considered an adult.
Adults have special rights and duties. Firstly, they are allowed to carry weapons and to train in their use. Then, they are allowed to propose projects, as well as hold official positions within the Thelash government. Last, but not least, they are allowed to have children.
Family is the second most important concept to a Thelash after self-perfection. Since the Thelash can not have many children in their lifetime, protection of a Thelash's own children supercedes the orders of the pillars and the Shadow Council (as long as the children do not become adults, of course). Thelash usually take a mate for their entire life, no matter the race of the mate.
Shadowfall & Shadowrise
These two ceremonies are made to celebrate important astrologic events. They happen when the stars reach a certain alignment. That is usually accompanied with the longest dusk (for Shadowfall) or the longest dawn (for Shadowrise). These events are very rare and many Thelash astronomers are necessary to determine the exact time of the event.
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
And the life, that is the greatest wonder, today was the first time I petted anything since… I don’t really remember any other time, or anything that happened before the founding of Efil-inira.
Anyways, we have not found any great biodiversity yet, but I am sure we will. What we have found are 3 species of fire snakes (common, hot, and great varieties), and a form of magma dwelling giant salamanders, the largest we found was about the size of hippos. All these except the great fire snake seem fit for taming and work has begun on that, I have already chosen a cute sapphire coloured salamander the size of a wolf as my lot of it.
I have against orders told everyone not to report this to The Seat of Authority until I have finished a little project, And I think I’ve got everyone whit me.
Tomorrow we will commence the building of outpost Ariquemera.
We will have democracy, freedom from theocracy and the Nirica. ((Nirica = what Ilecaaye and his followers call the noble/lawyer class headed by Acathiima, look up in language_ELF.txt if you are curious. :p))
Viva la revolution!”
(([T_WORD:LIBERTY:ari] [T_WORD:BASTION:quemera]))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((I’d have wanted to write more but I suppose I have spent enough time on this, maybe later.))
((Edit: I scummed over my post again and discovered I forgot to point out Efil-inira grew to a village, this is no change in my actual turn because I already said the number of inhabitants and it's above the threshold.))
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Forest, Day 1
We have entered a large think forest, although we no longer have difficulty finding firewood to keep away the cold at night, the forest is making the civilians uneasy. There are many places for an enemy to hide in this terrain, and we have begun a night guard shift.
Forest, Day 4
The night guard proved useful, on the second shift the guard raised an alarm just as a pack of dire wolves attacked our camp. We fought them off, but one of the miners broke his arm during the attack. I killed three with my sword, the other miner buried his pick in a wolf's skull, and one of the fleeing wolves had a crossbow bolt sticking out of it's side. The constructors didn't do too badly for a bunch of civilians, and I don't think the wolves will be back. Still, I should of brought along another trained soldier on this trip.
Forest, Day 10
I hate forests, every movement has the whole group on edge. The ranger is leading the group as I have no idea how to navigate this terrain. He's making mistakes himself but at least we're going the right way most of the time.
Forest, Day 21
I'm pretty sure those little furry rodents in the trees are up to something. The ranger says that they are squirrels and are harmless. I don't trust them, they are everywhere, and they keep staring at us with those big black eyes... Maybe the small ones are too small to be a threat but what about DIRE SQUIRRELS? Once we get to where we are going and secure all this gear, I'm gonna order this whole place clearcut and I'm flying home. I'll never walk through a forest again.
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OOC)Because of his hylophobia, Silvak forgot to put in his log that messengers are going to begin showing up at Oceantrades soon to confirm the trade agreement and update the Vulpinians of city locations and such.
"Well little Dragonfly who are you and whats your message?"
The huge dragonfly has arrived this evening and the animal was still a complete Mystery to Leam. A strange milky Crystal was atached with Goldwire to the neck of the Green Dragonfly. It was clearly a messenger but Leam hadnt found any Message. Even more disturbing was that the dragonfly was one of an really old more intelligent Breed and it has found its way direct to Leam. He closed his fist around the Crystal.
"Whats your Secret?"
Suddenly images of an old Roshani and a huge fox were flashing through his mind.
"They are notorious Kleptomaniacs prepare something for them to "steal". It isnt theyr fault, it is theyr nature. Just lock away all really expensive stuff and you will have no problem with them." This last words spoken from Ters mind were maybe the most important ones in this entire message.
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- Ter on Sailfin river-
"Hm we have to go further but we leave my Pirogue here for her. We should anchor somewhere and hide the little boat. Then you mark the place in the way that Cenna can find it. Your kind likes to make trouble right? Anyway we should travel by night as long this fortress is in sight."
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- Rugkadest (new found(Turn 11) outpost Northwest of Karatomca) -
"Logbook of Peris Mayor of Rugkadest
After learning how to write im doing this logbook on my own. Our settlement is now established and i think till now its going well. Since we have not much wood i have decided to construct a port for our houseship and the soon coming transporters out of rough stone. By now it nearly done and we have some minor buildings too. The most of my workers have strangely decided to carve theyr homes in the tunnel we had found. Personaly i think i wouldnt do that but its warm and very humid in there. Bigger and smaler tunnels in the cliff are serving as natural Ventilationsystem in the new quarters but something is strange about this place."
"Lord Peris?"
"What is it?"
"We have found something."
"Yeah and what is this something?"
"Well please come and look for yourself."
Peris rolled his eyes.
"Ok lets go"
As they walked outside Peris office he noticed that the half ship was dismantled and to silent.
"Whoa when did this happen?"
"Well you work really hard my Lord. You even eat and sleep in your Office. Well please dont misunderstand that, we like you and you are one of the best Admins we know but you have sometimes to go outside. We had done this a half Month ago"
"And what are we doing with an half dismantled Ship?"
"We thought you will like to use it as a stock for the ore."
"Ore? We have discovered Ore?"
"Yes my lord silver, cooper and a little bit haematite."
"Why has no one informed me?"
"Well you know ahmmm we were so hard working and nobody had time to deliver this message to you."
20 minutes Later Peris and his new lesser Administrator Zur were standing with the other workers in a little cave at the end of the Tunnel.
"What is this?"
"Well we think its an Demon."
"A demon? Well what are you thinking what kind of Demon?"
"The Human kind my Lord."
"Oh not that old fairytales. You know what you are talking over right? Its just a random skeleton."
"It had an pick made from steel and as you can see it was an big Biped without a tail."
"Sure but the tales say that Humans had huge worms made from steel and diamonds for theyr mining."
"Well thats true butwe have found another tunnel too after we had cleared this cave. It leads to some Ruins but they are flooded. We think we should leave this Cursed place"
"Leaving this place? Look anything that has lived here has died centuries ago. Set up some pumps to pump the water out and make sure the lake doesnt leek in here."
"Are you sure my Lord?"
"Well look we have not enough Steel for many tools nor enough space for new emigrants. If we pump out that Ruins we maybe find some treasure but for sure we will find more tools and Quarters for the Miners."
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"I think it not a good idea."
"Why? The new still is save as possible."
"Yes Aris but well i think you heard already that not all people from Irumathra like the idea of a new still."
"And you are one of them Tira?"
"Yes ... its you know the "plains Spirit" isnt good for our Town. Since the old still was burnt down the live was good again. There are no drunks on the streets our Males are working again and the Girls can live without fear."
Aris hurled her wrench into the bucket that was standing in the corner.
"What do you think i should do?"
"I think someone has to decide how much spirits are brewed and set out for trade and there have to be some new laws against drinking in public."
"Yes i think this could be a way. Do you have any idea who would do this."
"I cant imagine anyone could do this. The Man wouldnt do anything and the Woman are fearing there Husbands to much."
"What about you Tira you are unmarried."
"Me? But i have no power no one would take the word of an Barmaid as serious."
"What if i decide to make you a Prefect."
"Whats an Prefect?"
"An informal title. You would have power over the Guards in Times of peace and you can make Laws for irumathra and all People in a 10 Miles radius."
"But i know that you are leaving soon. If you are gone my word wouldnt have any weight."
"Im think i leave Han behind he can help you7."
"You are? Wasnt he a good attendant to you?"
"Yes he is a very good attendant and has a keen sense for numbers but i think he is happy here. You should have him and i think he can be Aris as long your woman are keeping this secret."
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Town
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Hamlet
Jamini can you post the Tiles in the west of the map i think i want to send an expedition westward in the next turns.
[ May 27, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
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Log of engineer camp:
The rest of settlement froup left several days ago after helping build a rough fort for us. The ten of us here voted and we decided that we will spend two weeks solidifing our posistion followed by two weeks of surveying. Then we can start the construction of our road. . .
The zefies had just struck camp for the evening. They had, as per usual, found a clearing and corraled the margna-turkles. Dusk was quickly aproaching and deadwood was gathered to make a fire. Several hours later the zefies were settled in. There were three gaurds posted, each armed with several of the wooden spears. Most of the camp was asleep. Elmen had decided that she would write in her journal for awhile. She eventually drifted to poetry:
"The night's great cloak
Surrounds us nigh
Yet darkness smote
By our own will
Shadows die.
Our fire burns
The gaurds stand ready
Foes are turned
Comrades snore"
Elmen suddenally remembered why she didn't write poetry. Comrades snore? It may have been an interesting observation, the blob felu was snoring peacefully cunder a wagon but it was an absoulutly horrible line. Then the attack happened. 20 wolves rushed into the firelight. Elmen screamed.
Zefies came awake and tried to grab weapons while one guard was knocked down. The wolf stood over him and prepared to bite the downed fighter. A javlin apeared in the monster's side. The zefie guard grabbed another javelin and threw it at another wolf. It missed, and in a flash a wolf was on top of him.
Elmen jabbed out with a spear side to side with another zefie. There was a very loud crash and she saw a wagon colapse into a large pile of rubble. She hoped that Felu hadn't been killed . . .
A lone zefie looked up into the eyes of a wolf, wishing she had something to fightback with. Blood gushed out. The only thing she had the impression of was a black blurr. Two gleaming specks of light caught everyone's attention. They were carried by Yankee. The zefie prince dashed past two wolves, slashing twice. He was seen as a blurr, jumping off of a treetrunk. he landed on another monster, which died howling a second later.
A wolf charged at Yankee; the zefie dodged to the side and gored it as it was running past. Three charged him, they all died. The rest of the pack attacked Yankee en masse. He was burried under the tear, furry bodies. Howls of pain were heard and in only a second it seemed, one wolf jumped away from the melee. Yankee climbed to the top of the pile of corpses. The last wolf faced Yankee down. Yankee started the last charge. His left blade slashed across the throat in a diagnal slash. Yankee spun in midair. His righthanded blade comleted the x. Stab followed slash followed cut. The wolf was obliterated.
Felu climbed from the wreckage of the wagon his sword in hand. It was time to pick up the pieces. The fight was over in less than five minutes. No zefies died that night.
Had some spare time to kill I assume? ;)
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Larika trudged onward, barely aware of her surroundings. What few supplies she had managed to take from her captors had run out days ago, and she was neither hunter nor fisher. She had no idea where she was or where she was going, stumbling blindly through the forest. Until at one point, she became dimly aware of a slight change in her surroundings, an odd feeling of emptiness after the almost claustrophobic closeness of the deep forest. Se subconciously recognized the sounds and smells of water, the familiar feeling of wet sand between her toes. And there, somewhere in the distance, the faint glow of something up ahead. That was what kept her on her feet, and kept her plodding onward through the night...
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Admiral Aramis gazed out into the harbor and smiled. From the deck of his ship, his very own ship, he felt as if he were on top of the world. True, it was quite small - barely three times the length of the paddle-sampan pulling up alongside it - but it was his people's first proper naval vessel since their arrival in this new world. She was well armed, with a single turntable-mounted ballista in the bow, and four smaller ones along the sides, two to a side. She had only a single mast at midships, which bore no sails: the vessel was powered by a pair of large paddlewheels to aft, powered by a set of running-wheels concealed belowdecks. upon her bow stood the statue of a fair maiden gazing out across the sea. In her left paw, she held a heavy lantern, casting it's light across the bow. In her right, she clutched a large spear, sloping forward and downward along the bow to where it terminated in a large, sharp steel ram. In all, a most formidable vesel for her size. How it would fare against this new, unseen foe, who could seemingly summon mountains out of the sea at will, Aramis hadn't the slightest idea. But at least now they were prepared in some way for what lay ahead.
((Jamini, even though Valtan vessels are not wind-powered, do the normal rules for oceangoing movement still apply, or should a different system be used?))
Adem looked across the fire at all the young Ipetians gathered to partake in the nightly storytelling. The village of Onhelzingbos now had quite a few of the little buggers, and it was Adem's job to teach them about the history of the Ipetian people.
Adem began. “Many moons ago, long before you were born, before your parents were born, before even I was born,” the children giggled at this, “our people ran across the vast plains and slept in the cool forests of Vrijheid. This was a world unlike any you have ever seen. There were strange animals, like the hicroc, a large, ferocious beast that haunted the waters with powerful jaws and a taste for flesh, and the Falish, a bird of so great a size it could pick you up and carry you off to be eaten. In this world, our people lived in peace with the land; we knew its rhythms, its harmonies, and its desires. There reigned the plainshapers: powerful shaman who could talk to the Earth itself, and call forth whatever was needed. When there was hunger, they asked the Earth for grain, and when it was cold, they asked for shelter. Whatever they asked the Earth was given to them, and they ruled over all the people.
There was one particular plainshaper whom you know the name of, Riet. He was, is, the child of a seer and a humble brewer. His mother, the seer, was able to understand what would come of certain choices and decisions. It is said that she saw only the results, never the actions themselves. But we shall never know. When Riet was born, she said that his purpose was to lead his people into a new and bright future. Everyone trusted what she said, but no one knew what she meant.
The child grew up like any other: playing in the forests, learning to hunt, and listening to stories of old around a fire, just like you. When Riet turned 5, it was discovered that he had the gift for plainshaping. He could hear the calling of the Earth, and therefore was taken by the elders to be trained. Again, it seemed that Riet was normal; he had talent, but was not exceptional by any means. He learned how to call forth food when needed, how to shield himself with thorns, and how to simply be still and listen to the will of the Earth.
Riet would have lived and died completely without note, were it not for the invasion by the dark ones. In that world, there were no other races of mind besides the Ipetians. Across the plains, we lived in peace. The dark ones changed all that. They came with power beyond any which had been seen before. They could call fire from the sky, water from the ground, and wind from nowhere. When their presence was learned of by our people, we sent out envoys to talk with these newcomers. No one returned. We learned later that they had been captured, tourtured, and eventually their very life had been siphoned out of them. This is what the dark ones did; they fed off of the life of our people and our world.
Viciously, tribe after tribe was attacked and fell. Finally, after far too many deaths, it was decided to call together the plainshapers, who would ask the Earth what was to be done. While all plainshapers could hear the voice of the Earth, it was always unclear and difficult to understand. Therefore, someone would need to become the living incarnation of the Earth, who would speak with her authority. Riet, as the son of a seer, was chosen as the channel through which the Earth would make its will known. It was a great honor, but also a sacrifice, for it was believed that no one could hold the essence of the whole Earth and live. Riet was willing, and so the plainshapers gathered together and began the great ritual.
What exactly transpired is lost to us, but it is known that the Earth did not speak. Instead, new face appeared next to Riet. It was the god Fenneth, who is peace, joy and knowledge. He told Riet many things, most of which Riet has neglected to share with us, for good reasons I’m sure. The truly important revelation was that the war was not only amongst mortals, but also within the heavens. There, the old gods battled against the gods of the dark ones. According to Fenneth, the old gods were losing. Already three had fallen, and more were weakening by the day.
However, Fenneth offered a gleam of hope. He told of a portal. It would lead the Ipetians away from the war into a new land, peaceful and joyous. There was only one problem; the portal was in the same place as the source of the dark ones. It seems that the portal from their home world had weakened the very space around it, which would allow for another to be made. It would take the efforts of all the Ipetian tribes to size this piece of ground for long enough so that the plainshapers could open this new portal. Then, as many as possible would flee to safety, leaving the rest to die defending their brethren.
It was a difficult choice, to be sure, but the hope of escape was far better than the sure death that awaited them if they stayed. And so, the Ipetains gathered for war. The plainshapers were to follow the army as it fought its way to the dark portal. As the army fought off the enemy, the plainshapers would create a new portal of life; it would lead to the promised land, away from the death and war that Vrijheid had become. The best military minds were brought together, and they planned for three days and three nights. Then came the greatest charge of the Ipetians.
There were over a million Ipetians who charged into the front defenses of the dark ones. Only half made it to the dark portal. By the time the plainshapers had completed their work, only a thousand remained. A mere fifty moved through the portal, while the rest fought on to give more time. Riet was the last to cross over into the new world. As he looked back, he saw the brave Ipetians falling back, dying unto the last man. A voice beside him said ‘A shame, isn’t it?’ There stood the god Fenneth. He went on to say, ‘I have decided to accompany you on your journey. You, Riet, for your bravery and courage, shall be my champion. I have only one last test for you: close the portal.’
Riet had no idea what the god was talking about. How could he close the portal? It had taken over five hundred plainshapers to make the thing; how could he alone close it? He saw, on the other side, that the dark ones were closing in. Soon they would be on this side of the portal, and all would be lost. Riet called out to the Earth. There was no answer, for this was not his Earth that he had known, but something new and different. So, he reached his hands through the portal, and called again. This time the Earth answered him. Using the full extent of his powers, he forced the portal to become smaller. When the edge touched his wrists, Riet cried out in pain. But, he kept still, and slowly made the portal smaller and smaller, until at last, it could not be seen at all.
With a cry of pain, Riet pulled back his arms, and found his hands still attached. ‘Well done,’ said the god. ‘You handled the problem in small steps until you could solve it completely. You might want to know, there was a dark one attempting to drain you while your hands still existed in that world. Since you pulled yourself away from death, you have become immortal. It is a great responsibility, but you will thrive, I think. Guide your people well!’ and with that, the god vanished.”
Adem looked around and saw all the sleepy faces, though the children were doing their best to mask their fatigue. “It is time for bed,” he said, “I’m getting to old to be staying up so late. Tomorrow, I will continue the story, and tell you about the founding of Buigend Riet.”
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[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
If you do keep playing it however, then my plan was just to spread out until the whole valley was one giant city, with the exception of the lake tiles. 70 turns is a long time though... So it will be necessary to expand beyond eventually, and the only thing regarding that is that I was imagining the Koneko to dislike deserts.
For Kira, Hanabira Champion, I planned on sending her back to Oakvale to help run the cities and lead the army. After establishing diplomatic relations with the Thelash that is.
Also, I wasn't planning on starting any fights, but they will help the Drogar, Pringers and Thelash with any if they need. (Prefer to help the defenders rather than the aggressors, but will try not to get involved if its between the three.)
Whatever you decide, its been cool to participate this far. I'll be back around August so hopefully it'll still be going. Reading through 80 new pages will be fun lol.
Have a great summer all!))
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On the road to from Liliaceleba to Aveceleba
Rumic and Don were ambivilent. Over the last several monsths they had been travelling along the Lathmimale Road, following the signs that the first caravan of vulpinan trader's had followed with little news or luck. Indeed, the forest seemed more wild and native than ever afte months of travelling along the low road, working their way over roots that grew in the soft loam and cutting down the rapidly expanding veigitation. More than once they had been forced to get down and lever a wheel out of a muddy rut, and at one point both of them had nearly panicked when the ditches that had been dug on either side of the road to stop flash-flooding began to seep. All of that changed when they passed the most recent caravan from Aveceleba.
They could hardly belive their ears when they heard that a caravan had reached the capitol. Finally, after months of work, sweat, and blood on the road an official trade route was opened. As time went on more and more people would be crossing, and eventually the loam ruts would be replaced by wood, or possibly even stone!
Indeed, both of them were ecastic, until the giant coyote-girl had came stumbling out of the woods.
At first both of them had panicked. Rumic had grabbed a bone spear, adorned with several rings of shad shell, and menaed the creature as it stumbled down the steep side of the path, while Don had taken off entirely, racing back down the path away from the strange creature and tripping ovef a root that had cropped up in their passing. However, their fear had been ineffective, since the stranger was certainly in no condition to fight. She had several wounds that indicated a difficult flight, long half-healed scars on her feet and hands indicating injuries that hadn't been properly treated. She was thin, gnaut even, weak and staggering.
Perhaps that was why Don had given her his bunk.
Over the last week spent on the road, she had lain there asleep. Occationally she would spout out gibberish, familier words strung together with alien ones that made no sense to the traders. And the occational comment that would freeze them to their bones as they set up camp at dusk, or attempted to sleep in the night.
Well, it didn't matter so much. Another three days and they would be in Aveceleba. The stranger could go into the care of the lords, and Rumic and Don could get paid for finding her and sell their wares under the palace.
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Kara concentrated, focusing inward while concentrating on the air between her hands. Like Dodak had instructed, she attempted to push herself *out* while focusing *in*, keeping this ambivilent state long enough to attract a spirit that she could pull *through* into this realm. It was a tiring process, one that was filled with failure after failure as either her concentration slipped or her balance faltered... or Iten cried, or somone knocked. Over the last several months she had learned much from the civilian summoner, although not nearly as much as she supposed she could have learned from Yaris she supposed.
For a moment there was nothing, then Kara felt a gentle touch. An epirmental graze, one that at once felt like a breath of wind on a warm cheek. If she hadn't know what to feel for, Kara would have discounted it was a simple draft. Now, however, she knew better.
With a decided push she punctured the barrier, creating a small, stable rift. Reaching forward and pulling inward. It was difficult, keeping those two forces stable. If the pull became too great than the barrier would close on it's own, and if she pushed too hard then the spirit she was seeking to bring out would be pushed with it. It was a circus act of balancing both the push and pull to create the stable rift, and then attracting a willing spirit along the stable barrier.
With a flicker a white whisp began to form between her hands, a perfectly white misty sphere one and a half hands in diameter. A smile came to her lips as the creature began to solidify, a faint plume of smoke and a glimmer of light appearing as it slowly faded into existance. She was almost there, just a little more and her first sucessful summon would be...
A knock sounded on the door to her aparment, inturrupting her concentration and causing the wisp to dissappear in a dash of smoke. Kara slammed her handpaws on the table in frustration, causing Iten to jump in his chair a few feet away. Obliquly he offered one of the wooden blocks he was playing with to his parent, his one good eye watching her silently.
"Now who could that be?" she said irritably, awkwardly standing after a long time spent in her chair. She had been so close! Whoever it would be, there would be hell to pay if it wasn't deadly serious.
"This had better be for a good reason, otherwise.." Kara trailed off as she saw a number of strange vulpin in a military uniform standing on the other end,"... well what is this about?"
"Karaman, you are requested at the castle." Their leader, a male with a highly-embroidered badge that marked him as a squad captain, "We are to take you there immediatly." he paused, noting that Kara was wearing only a sleeping rope with a disdainful look and blushing slightly, "We'll give you five minutes to get ready ma'am."
Karaman frowned in frusteration, opening the door to the apartment fully to admit the officers. "Sure, sit down while I change into something a bit more appropriate in the back. Do you have any idea what this summons is about?"
The officer shook his head, his eyes on Kara as she walked into the back room. "We have no idea, but apparantly the High Lord wishes for you to talk to a prisoner, or a guest. He's in a foul mood since the rest of the council blocked his motion to have the military do it, and none of the lord's trust anyone in another guild to perform the interrogation, so you were suggested as a fitting compromise."
A ruffle of cloth accompanied Kara's reply as she put on her best tunic and her travelling harness, long mended and oiled since her previous journy five months ago. The Lords had not yet decided which direction she should explore next, and their talks with the dracon dispatch for finalizing the trade agreement had dominated her time anyway.
Finally, Kara emerged from her bedroom, grinning to the military vulpinan's as she took Iten's hand and led him over to the door. "Lead the way, we will be right behind you."
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Mranna smiled at Dodek as her husband set up the small summoning circle in the living room of their small home, his quiet melodic incantation as he finished the first portion of the ritual causing her to sway slightly in response. At long last they were out from under the eyes of the thrice-accursed Yaris, blast his bumbling soul! Mranna had never thought she would get herself and Dodek out from under his scriutny, free to study their own preferred form of magic.
The vulpinan woman had been a secret blessing, coming when she did. If Mranna didn't know better she would have assumed Dodek had summoned her as a fitting excuse! However Mranna knew the tramp was genuine, and her potential high even if her standards for mating were low. Indeed, for all Mranna knew or cared about these savages it was the norm for the mother not to know the father of their children. In her five months spent in their city, (built of flimsy wood and protected by flimsy bowmen and undertrained spearmen. Bah! Did these vulpinan's think they were invunerable? It was a good thing they were well-hidden.) Mranna had seen enough vulpinan mothers with their veritable brood of children to know that the species as a whole was highly proceative. Indeed, single births seemed rare for their bitches when compared to the number of litters.
However, Mranna had her private thanks for the vulpinan woman... Kada, or whatever it was. It was because of her that she was free, so it seemed only fitting for her to allow Dodek his one luxury of training her as a proper summoner. Dodek was a softhearted fool, like all men, but Mranna wouldn't berudge him that after the amount of good that Katanan (that was right, wasn't it?) had done for her.
As Dodek finished the circle the entire room began to glow in a violet light, causing several invisible markings that crisscrossed Mranna's scales to light up in a silvery candesence. With a wary glance the female Dracon looked around the room, her eyes drifting to each curtain furtivly to ensure that nobody was spying on her though the closed windows.
With a guesture she motioned for Dodak to dump the material's on the floor. Her gaze an icy parody of that which she had shown for Kara while on the Avien. The summoner stumbled slightly as he reached down to the sack at his feet, emptying it's contents in the center of the circle with a dry clatter. Mranna stopped and stared down at her components, the first half of her first graft in this new city. The beginnings of an army, scattered across her floor.
Satisfied Mranna stepped into the circle, focusing her power into a single point. At long last she could start her work in ernest! With a powerful tug of magic she began to tear at the barrier, reaching through with tendrils of power for a soul to bind.
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The first thing Larika noticed as she awoke was that she was in a bed with a stream of sunlight hitting her face though an amber-tinted window, the light reflecting from a draidle made of tree sap that hung above her head.
The second thing she noticed were the number of bandages that covered lacerations on her hands, feet, and legs. While she knew that she was injured, the pain was secondary, more null and numb than actual ache or sting. Upon closer inspection a number of herbs, some familier but many not, were packed amoungst those bandages. Each one nerly exceptionally clean and well cared-for.
The third thing Larika noticed was that a thin, but very strong rope was wound around each limb. A strong knot binding each limb just to the point where one could not reach the other without being uncomfortable. The tie was snug, but not tight, and no matter how much she pulled the knot did not loosen nor tighten.
As the Valtan slowly came to realize this third, and final, truth of her situation, she heard a female voice talking loudly to a low murmer outside of the only door to her room. "No, you can wait out here. Yes, I know nobody has talked to her yet... They told me she was bound? I'm not afraid of one bound stranger. He comes with me, now open the door."
A bief moment later the door to Lakita's right opened, admitting a creature that the scout had never seen before. It... no she, the shape of her clothing indicated a female, And if there had been any doubt in her mind then it would have been dispelled by the child at her side. She was small, slightly more than half of Lakita's size, and covered in short red fur from snout to tail. The first thought that Lakita thought when she saw this creature was is was an overlarge fox. That was, untill she remembered the speech and clothes.
Cautiously the stranger approached, walking forward on four limbs and stopping carefully to stand on the back two as she reached the bed. Her light green eyes glanced at the Valtan in a manner not unlike how Lakita was staring at her. Finally, the stranger broke the silence.
"Well, regardless of hiw the High Lord wants this to go I intend to at least try and be friendly. My name is Karaman, and this is my son Iten. We are both Vulpinan. You are in our capital city of Aveceleba, roughly translated in Dracon common as "Woodabby".
One of our caravans found you along the Lathmimale Trade Road, heavily injured. They brought you here and we have cared for your wounds.I was summoned as an intermediary between the seven guilds and the military to speak with you first, since I am a member of none of them. As the first member of the capital to met your species, I would like to welcome you to Aveceleba."
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"Depends on your definition of trouble. Most of us don't like thieves however." Graed replied as he tacked the riverboat to shore, spending a short moment to tie a temporary anchor before pulling free a slender dagger and hacking at a group of nearby ferns. Piling them untill he was certain he had eough to make crafting a tarp to cover the raft during the day. Watching as Ter untied the Pirogue and set it upside-down on the bank.
"How do you plan for us to tell her how to find the Pirogue though? For all we know she got eaten by carp or wolves."
((This post encompasses both turn 11 and 12. Nothing much really happened. In Aveceleba the High Lords have finished their trade agreement with Erois and are preparing to send a messenger downstream to Romilath so as not to miss the Dracon messengers. Erois may accompany them if he wishes, the lords will leave that up to him.
On the road a merchant group found Larika, who I wrote down as too injured to talk to avoid having to have an excessivly long dialogue with throwaway characters. They basically picked her up on the side of the road and continued onward, then reached Aveceleba in the next turn.
Romilath grew and the migration from Liliaceleba continued east behind Ter and Graed. As for Cenna, I leave her fate in the hands of the storm giants.))
((I expanded the map. It's very likely that if we need to expand the size of it more that there are valleys and such hidden in the middle of the vast mountain ranges. Not that I plan to go out there, but the mountain civs are welcome too.
Akroma, if you want the map expanded southward, I'm thinking there is probably a chain of islands to the south of you.
I will update the map on the front page when I wake up.))
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Madara was getting impatient. He ordered his ninja to visit him at exactly midnight, and they were still nowhere to be seen. Didn't they get his message ?
"My lord"
Madara jumped backwards, suprised by the sudden voice that came out of the shadows.
"By the godess, you startled me. Why are you late ?"
"We aren't late. It is exactly midnight now."
"Well, at least it is good to see that you have lost nothing of your skill. To make it short, I want you to scout the surroundings. One of you will wander southwest, the other northwest. Make absolutely sure that you aren't spotted. If you are, make sure whoever spotted you won't make others notice you as well. We need to spot the locations of potential threats before we can safely expand. Now go."
With movement too quick to follow with untrained eyes, the ninja break out into the night.
They had walked through the tombs -well, tomb- of the shadow Thelash. They had had audiences with the Shadow Council and the Master Council. He had pointed to Shel's tower far away. And now the evening was going to be really funny, especially since he knew what Shraal had planned for Kira.
Twilight approached and the embassador appeared. Thlash led her downstairs and outside, to the Thelash gathered there, around tables arranged in a circle with a pedestal in the middle. The Mindmaster was waiting there for everyone to be assembled. Thlash showed Kira her chair and sat on the one next to it.
The last one to come was Shraal. He sat on the other side of the Koneko embassador. Next to him was Helesh, who had the misfortune of sitting next to the Weavemistress. The table held finely decorated silver cups, empty for the moment. There were also plates which held dishes made of deer meat, fish that had been specially caught for the embassador, and forest vegetables.
The Loremaster began his tale. It was that of the old world, of which the young ones knew nothing. Only the original settlers of Shushaw had been there. The tale itself revolved around the old cities of the Thelash, their discoveries, their rise and their fall. Thlash was sending images of the tales to Kira while Shraal was repeating Helesh's translation into Koneko dialect.
Eventually the tale came to an end. The Thelash around the table took their cups and filled them from caskets set at arm's length. Shraal took Kira's cup and filled it for her. Then he took his, filled it, smelled its sweet fragrance of forest herbs, and drank its contents. Everyone around the table drank too. While Shraal could not see the faces of the hooded people around the table, he knew that everyone's attention was focused on Kira.
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((To whoever assumes control of the Koneko : will she drink the contents of the cup ? ))
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>((no expansion southwards needed, but if you want to, go ahead. Also, what's the point in expanding the map, and making 70% of it mountains ?))
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((Because quite frankly, I want to keep the play area small enough that all of our civ's will interact at one point. I'm not expecting a lot of people to join in from this point on (although anyone is still welcome to join, there is a lot of room on the map) establishing limits on expansion allows us to focus inward on our existing play area.
To be fair, there are area's inside of that mountain range. However, the only civ's that can realistically reach them would be the Storm Giants and !!elves!!. And quite frankly, I don't see the giants having the desire to tunnel through miles of rock to find these hidden valleys, most of which are deserts, and the !!elves!! really don't need anything *but* mountain's to survive.))
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
this is why I was saying that you should save the posts, just to make sure
What happened last turn:
The oracle was finally there. After months of preparing himself he was now standing in the courtyard of the castle. In front of him loomed the massive stone doors of the temple. Turning around, he now saw the wooden doors of the keep, inside them would be Hrafn's throne room. And he had to see him to get access.
Walking through the keep doors The oracle entered the throne room of Hrafn. There he saw him, sitting in his throne comfortably, snapping the last of bones from his goat dinner, and sucking the marrow out of it. Then he looked up. "Why, if it isnt my sweet sweet advisor, My Oracle!" Frowning silently The oracle greeted "yes, yes its me. Now, i try to be brief and not disturb you, since you are obviously -busy-" Fiddling the bone thoughtfully Hrafn mused this, and finally answered "It is good that you fear to disturb your Superiors, but alas, im not that busy right now. Everything's going as planned, and my time is in abundance. You know, its funny that you should visit right now, as im just going to meet up with somebody in -Higher- position, and i thought: "god i wish my oracle was here, I could -really- do with his help." funny isnt it?" smiling to himself, Hrafn threw the bone to a very large white wolf laying next to his throne, which snatched it greedily from the air. With and expression of hatred The oracle responded "very funny. Now, i require that you give me the keys to that temple. I have pressing business on which you do NOT have to interfere." "Now now my oracle, we're friends arent we? yeees. I think im coming with you as your spiritual supporter, and since i have business inside the temple too, why not?" Shaking with anger oracle responded "Very well. We shall see then"
Hrafn stood up and walked to the doors, went through, and marched through the courtyard to the temple doors. Opening the doors he walked inside with The oracle trailing behind him.
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Gron, the gate guard was playing cards in the gatehouse with the other giant on watch duty this week. "I've got color, what've you got?" he said from behind his cards "hmph... I've got pair." "HA! I win!" Gron was just going to pull away the coins from the table when he heard something, something that definately wasnt birds. "What was that?" "huh? what? i dinnae hear anything." "whatever... im gonna go check. Perhaps its something amusing."
Gron leaned over the palisade on the top of the gatehouse and peered down. He was just going to shrug his shoulders and go back in when his eyes catched the small reddish being down there. Now fully leaning over the palisade he shouted "OY! WHAT DO YE WANT?! ANSWER UP!"
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The oracle was stunned by the glory of the temple and the miniature world in it.
He shook himself off and gazed forward, onto the great throne at the far end of the temple. There, sat his god, who spoke out. "Well if it isnt my oracle! Yes, before you ask, i say it. I pulled you here. I also commanded Hrafn here. And for one purpose i did so. I have long watched your maneuvers in this world, and im at doubt... Whom shall i make my ultimate champion? Will it be you, Oracle, you have cunning, strength, wisdom and obedience to my word in that frail body of yours. Or will it be Hrafn over there, who has done such a great feat like constructing this place and is overall, a very strong invidual. In short, i shall put you in a test of faith. It is a simple, so simple, test."
The oracle shivered at the thought but asked away. "What is this test o' grand god?" Smile crept onto Ukko's face on the question. "A true warrior needs to know everything there is to battle, even those things, that he must avoid. If he doesnt know, he fears the battle. Even if he's a bold champion, there is still a fear, a fear of Death. Show me that you have no fear." Suddenly, Hrafn and oracle noticed they were holding long, sleek daggers, edges cutting the air with the merest movement with a "whoooomph". The oracle stared at the dagger for few seconds, and then, he smiled. The time of his triumph had finally come! Finally, he would show that foolish idiot, Hrafn, WHO was true champion and servant of their god!
He lifted his head, nodded to his god and faced Hrafn. "Hrafn, the time has come. The time, when i shall finally ascend above you, as the right hand of the Grand God!" Hrafn nodded gravely and threw his dagger to the floor, where it stayed upright. The oracle laughed terribly and lifted the dagger with both hands... And thrusted. Hrafn looked at the slumping, bloody body. "Fool."
Ukko had watched and now spoke out. "Hrafn, are you coward? Do you not deserve the place as my right hand? I must say ye're in hurry." Hrafn grunted and lifted his head. "The true warrior has never died, and never will. Failed warrior is the one lying on his own blood" As he said the last sentence, he nodded to the body of the oracle. Then, Ukko laughed, long and booming laugh that shaked the temple. "I see that you are true warrior my dearest champion! Come, i have a... gift, for you." The god beckoned Hrafn to come closer and stood up himself. Then, he raised his hands. From the hands, burst lightingn. Blue from the right, red from the left. The blue lighting struck Hrafn, and the red one struck the oracles body on the ground. Then, the lightings joined, and something began to happen to the body. It was lifted from the ground until it stood upright. Suddenly, a scream came out of the bodys mouth, and a transparent and black, yet more wicked version of it started to pull itself out of the body. The ghost looked terrible, its gaunt features and and red blue eyes that struck lighting striked fear and it was all in all, fearsome sight. "WHAT HAVEEE YOUUUuuuu DONeee To MEEeee...!" Grinning, Ukko spoke to Hrafn "His wicked soul is now bound to you, it has mind and feelings of its own, but it is always bound to your will, and cannot resist it. Use it well."
Hrafn looked to the wraith of the former oracle and smiled. "Serves him right. That arrogant fool, who was he to think that he could contest the leadership from me?" With that, he walked out.
So were the happenings of the last turn.
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Ragndir frowned to the expanding plains and raised his hand. "HALT! There is no reason to follow. They are obviously faster in this accursed terrain than we are and are too far away already. We'll make a camp here and see if something turns out in few weeks, if not, we're going home..." He took a look at north and was frustrated to see nothing but plains, plains and yet more plains. And the faraway forest. It was going to be long march ahead.
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(woah... that was quite the monster. Since it seems to be another trend, i maybe putting up more information about the civ later.)
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Roughly the woodcutter shook herself, dispelling the notion. To run away now would be foolish, earning her ridicule for leaving her companion if she didn't return with something useful. With a determined quiver she rose one forepaw and called out again to the creature in the common tounge, louder this time so it could hear her voice. "Hail to the camp and your people! My name is Cenna Thapasi. I've come to speak to your leaders about a possible trade agreement with my people!"
((Well, last I knew Heph was copying the posts without OOC into a PDF file in both german and english. However, tonight I will begin a notepad file of my own to keep track of what happens. Thank you for the link Akroma.))
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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"well, I, ah, thank you for yer hospitality (could you really call it that? she thought, They've bound me like a prisoner), and I'm glad t'be here, I s'pose, but, if y'don' mind me askin', where exactly is here?"
Scratching her head carefully, Kara repeted the maps she had been studying that had come down the river on the new trade route, struggling slightly to remember the names that her people had given the river "We're situated near the center of the, along the banks of the Lathmimale River, which continues onward to the ocean far to the north east of here, eventually bordering on the desert where our tentative allies and trade partners, the Dracon people, live."
"To the west of here along the Lathmimale is Liliaceleba, founded in my absense by a group of brave souls led by Roam Beresino (Roam Longman), and to the east a small group has just left earlier this year to found an outpost at the mouth of the river. I can only assume, since you are in neither of those directions, that your people are either to the south of us, along the likely coast of the ocean, or to the north in the mountains that I spotted when travelling."
Finished, kara sat on the edge of the bed and looked Larika in the eyes uncomfortably, "I've been instructed to keep you tied for this interrogation, since the lords consider you an unknown creature and potentially dangerous. However, I dislike that idea." Restlessly her left hand went to her hip, fingering the cloth in a manner that suggested that the Vulpin was accustomed to some sort of knife there. The hand groped at nothing, before returning to it's place on her knee with a self-consions speed. "If I can get your word you will not try to escape or cause any trouble I would prefer to cu.. to untie your bindings and talk to you in a way that is more comfortable for us both. You see fiendly enough to trust at least that far, seeing as you havn't tried to attack me in spite of the ropes."
The trees are thinning out and the ground is finally bcoming hillyer Soon we will be out of this evil place. The squirrels have been collecting large seeds off of the ground. No doubt they are planning to use them as part of some diabolical weapon against us. I have begun collecting them as well, to prevent the squirrels from getting them.
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"Yes, sir. This is where I belive we should set up." The ranger wasn't questioning why Silvak was carrying a pack full of acorns but he had his sword drawn and was eyeing the forest warily for most of the trip and it seemed unwise to ask.
The group was on top of a large hill. It was still technically within the forest but the trees seemed to have difficulty growing on the rocky hill. There was a small brook flowing around the base as well. The edge of the forest could be seen a few miles to the north
Silvak eyed the location, "I still think we should go farther north farther away from the dangers of the forest, but this wouldbe a good logging outpost. We should focus on a palisade first however, the dire squirrels could be planning to attack soon."
The ranger sighed, "Sir, I told you, there's no such thi-"
"How often have you been in forests?" Silvak asked.
"Well not very often but enough to know that there is no such thing as a dire squirrel."
"That's what they want us to think."
The ranger gave up on the squirrel argument, and walked off to inform the woodcutter on the building priorities. The commander wasn't the first dracon with a fear of forests. It is slightly disturbing to not be able to take to the sky in case of a dangerous enemy. But he probably was the only one to fill 50 pages of a military log with hypothetical combat tactics against non-existent evil rodents.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣D♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲│══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂...e│..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠÷≡ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂e. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂║≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐≡≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..R..♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.ç..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡.......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
OOC)With the completion of the road dracon caravans are going to start start showing up at Oceantrades with iron ore and stone, they will also trade small inexpensive stone crafts and other such things to the general public, if they are allowed.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
I am writing this In word, and I just discovered it has gotten rather long, so I’ll just split it up int two posts and post the first now and continue writing.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠≡↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲e... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐≡≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈♣≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈☻≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≡↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈≈ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..R..♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑⌂▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.ç..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡.......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 56 !!elves!! (Village) (+4 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 9 !!elves!! (Outpost) (+9 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 5 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 75 !!elves!! (Two scouts out, The 11 remaining are spread out over the tunnels, digging etc.)
((Fothacema continues east. Iranineleni continues south-west and spots the easternmost giant settlement.
Ariquemera is founded.
Various projects are begun in Ariquemera:
A floodgate contraption that can flush the mines between A. and E. whit pressurized boiling water at will by those in Ariquemera whit the help from a underground spring that was found. Usage of this is hard to control and very likely to cause much damage in Efil-inira when it gets there unless turned of. !!Elves!! will freeze to death in water, even boiling water. Construction of this took much of the turn, but was due to the placement of the found spring very easy considered the benefit, that’s my excuse for it taking only one turn.
A stairway was dug upwards until ground was reached (Ariquemera lies approximately 3 km straight below a medium high mountain peak), and construction was begun on tower. The tower is currently circular ca 20m in diameter, was ca 1m thick, made from solid edgeless obsidian (I’ll just assume most rocks are silicon based and so they BECOME obsidian after the !!elves!! melt it.) and clad whit 10cm of iron for the lowest 10m, there is no door, the only way to get in is from underground. Due to the split workforce and huge scale they have actually only gotten the firs metre or so of the walls constructed.
There has also been construction of housing and various infrastructure, mostly whit windows n over the magma flow.))
List of important people:
Acathiima, (former?) hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!!
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist (and new hero?): grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic.
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((I got an idea, why not make it a globe? Well actually a Klein bottle kinda, but anyways.))
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[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Suddenly Kireal started into full alertness as he remembered something disturbing, Romilath only had three masons! "The hells!" The vulpinan leader called out, disturbing the waith in his bed as he raced to the window, his front right handpaw clutching the only cover he had for his bed as he stared out at the sight before him.
Far away on the horizen a dozen winged beasts were constructing a highway, flying massive blocks of stone out of the nearby mountains into the rocky hills that covered the region northeast of the city. With percision under the gaze of a hard-eyed overseer they laid each block into a wide foundation, carving a precise road into the rough counrtyside. As he watched, four more blocks were quickly and precisly laid, two masons filling the cracks between them with a thick pasge while the rest winged away to get another set of blocks.
"Burn it!" He cursed, turning around and grabbing a pair of breeches and a tunic. Rapidly the Vulpinan leader dressed, throwing the blanket to quiet the plaintive cries of his mistriess and grabbing the steel rapier that hung above the door to his bedroom as he raced out to the stables.
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Kireal and his six bodyguards mounted their war wolves, reaching the dracons in good time. Each of the vulpinan's at his side were well-trained with their short spears, currently held in such a way so as to not to disturb their mounts movements too much. Kireal himself shone like a beacon in the sun, the silver that lined his riding jacket glimmering in sharp contrast to the leathers of his companions. Within the day they reached the Dracon camp, thier mounts panting with the speed that had been put upon them.
Without any introduction he charged up the work site, ignoring the startled cries of the dracon's around him as he approached the leader of the workgroup, . "You! State your business here! This is the territory of Romilath, and we will not tolerate any invasive building in our land. Leave at once!"
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((I got an idea, why not make it a globe? Well actually a Klein bottle kinda, but anyways.))code:▓ = Glacier.
((at any of the northernmost and southernmost rows characters would count as being in the same square, and be able to move to any of them.
As you can see I duplicated a piece of map to both edges so it would be easier to make my example map, this illustrates how it would warp that way to.
I am bad at explaining this.))
((This map is just a bad example for the concept, it might be better to have some other actual content of the new regions, or make it bigger to get some symmetry. Actually I wouldn’t really want this unimaginative content of it but I didn’t want to put more effort into what is probably a bad idea anyways
Also this is just a random idea and I wont be particularly sad if it isn’t accepted.))
((I just discovered it looks weird when I paste it into the forum, but it shouldn't be a big problem and it is possible to figure it out quite fast.))[/QB]
(( The world is currently too small for that. Right now we have a good portion of one continent ready (with many parts unexplored. The mountain range really isn't that HUGE. I'm just lazy about putting in pieces of the map we'll never reach.
If this continues and expands to the point where we have multiple continents then I'll have no problem making the map wrap around.
Greiger, I forgot to post the Romilath reaction to the scouts. However, I'm planning to have it that the "Benevolant Overlord" of Romilath never actually met with the scouts, but rather one of his aids did. Obviously the dracon scout, his message delivered and apparently recived, would have left immediatly. This leads to the current dictator of Romilath being very suprised and angry to find a large group of dragons at his doorstep.
Hope you don't mind too much. ^-*))
Shraal was about to drink another cup when he felt an icy aura. He noticed a familiar-looking Thelash on the other end of the table, staring at him. Shraal left the table; so did the other. They met near the entrance to Shraal's tower, which was within a few minutes walk from the main festival.
"You should really avoid these kinds of jokes. That nearly started a war in the old world. The elves did not like it, as far as historians say." said the figure.
"It's not my fault she insisted on staying through Shadowfall."
"You could at least have warned her. Now I'll have to settle things with her goddess. She has been understanding so far, I hope she remains this way."
"Now, could you explain what you are doing here ? I thought you agreed on staying with the gods and leaving us to our devices."
"I'm only here for Shadowfall. It feels boring up there. The other gods have no knowledge of real entertainment. They think it is fun to play with the lives of mortals."
"How many other races are there in this world ?"
"You don't expect me to answer that, do you ? However, I'll ask you a favor. If a silver-furred, one-eyed, humanoid fox ever comes here, offer hospitality to him."
"If he is friendly, we will. Though know that it is not because you ask, but because of the old tradition of the Thelash. If he brings trouble however..." Shraal let that sentece trail off.
Shelesh saluted him and returned to his table. When he was out of earshot Shraal said, in a low voice.
"Sometimes I wish you had taken another path, Shadowmaster."
With that he returned to his place. While he was gone Thlash and Helesh had moved Kira to her quarters. It was unlikely that she would wake up for the next two days. Blood was really strong.
After glancing through the papers he said, "This be Romilith right?" he mispronounced the name of the town slightly, "I was told th' trade relations have been established by a Vulpinian ambassador. A Lady..." he struggles a bit to get the pronunciation right, "Karamara? Once th' trade deal was done I received orders ta build this here road."
After reading the Vulpinian's expression he adds, "Says here that a messenger was sent and received and no objections were reported..." He then hands over an official looking document, with many unfamiliar seals and wording, like that document gave all the explanation in the world.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
At this thought, Larika became aware of an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Aah, Kara, was it? You wouldn' happen t'have anythin' to eat on ye, would ye?"
Either way, you don't need to cut flesh to harm a creature. He'll still be quite vunerable to maces, hammers, and to a lesser degree to swords and spear (since they really do have a lot of force behind them. His skin may not split, but he can still get broken bones and crushed organs.))
Kireal snarled as he looked at the document, quickly parsing it before tossing it to the dry ground. "My signature isn't on this! And I've never heard of this lady Karamara in my life. All projects in and involving the lands around Romilath are supposed to be brought before me for approval. You cannot continue your..." He stopped for a moment to give the construction a scornful look, "...path here until then. Desist your construction now or else we will be forced to take drastic measures."
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Kara laughed as she quietly untied the thickly knotted rope, passing the bindings over Larika's hands swiftly. "Our doctor had some food brought in for you while you slept. It's over on the table. We were not certain weather you preferred meat, fish, or fruit so there is a bit of a variety.
Indeed, while she used her forepaws to free the valtan's hands she pointed towards a nearby table with her rear handpaw, where a very large platter covered with a strong clay lid sat. When Kara finished with the ropes she allowed the Valtan to untie her own feet, lifting the lid slightly so that the steam of the well-roasted meal wafted across the room. The platter was filled with red berries, several smoked fish, and a few slices of groundhog meat sat uptop a sprig of seasoning herbs.
"So, I suppose my first question for you would be what is your name?"
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
"Lets go home boys, we were paid to get the road to them and they want to take it from here."
OOC) The trade caravan is stopped and informed of what happened by the messenger as he passes and head over to the future port instead.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
"I am Larika Dea Mallira," she paused, leaning herself against the far wall to free her hands so she could eat, "Daughter of House Dul-Konil." Upon finishing, she set about greedily devouring everything laid out on the platter.
((Suppose I ought to explain the name structure. 'Larika' is, of course, her personal name. 'Mallira' is her mother's personal name. 'Dea' means, quite literally, 'first daughter of'. Male names have the same structure, but use their paternal name and the separator 'Deo/Eo/Reo' etc. in that order. I might get into the House structure later.))
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Efil-inira: 56 !!elves!! (Village) (+4 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 9 !!elves!! (Outpost) (+9 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 5 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 75 !!elves!! (Two scouts out, The 11 remaining are spread out over the tunnels, digging etc.)
((Fothacema continues east. Iranineleni continues south-west and spots the easternmost giant settlement.
Ariquemera is founded.
Various projects are begun in Ariquemera:
A floodgate contraption that can flush the mines between A. and E. whit pressurized boiling water at will by those in Ariquemera whit the help from a underground spring that was found. Usage of this is hard to control and very likely to cause much damage in Efil-inira when it gets there unless turned of. !!Elves!! will freeze to death in water, even boiling water. Construction of this took much of the turn, but was due to the placement of the found spring very easy considered the benefit, that’s my excuse for it taking only one turn.
A stairway was dug upwards until ground was reached (Ariquemera lies approximately 3 km straight below a medium high mountain peak), and construction was begun on tower. The tower is currently circular ca 20m in diameter, was ca 1m thick, made from solid edgeless obsidian (I’ll just assume most rocks are silicon based and so they BECOME obsidian after the !!elves!! melt it.) and clad whit 10cm of iron for the lowest 10m, there is no door, the only way to get in is from underground. Due to the split workforce and huge scale they have actually only gotten the firs metre or so of the walls constructed.
There has also been construction of housing and various infrastructure, mostly whit windows n over the magma flow.))
List of important people:
Acathiima, (former?) hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!!
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist (and new hero?): grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic.
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout.
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Fothacema had been travelling thought identical fields for what felt like more than a year. And for the first time he met an obstacle, namely a river.
He was almost disappointed about how easy that obstacle was to master.
He simple walked alongside it until he reached a small bend in it filled whit sand.
Then he took the sand and built a ¤narrow green glass bridge¤. (Elves have the [NARROW] tag as you know! :D )
It took about two days, he made a shelter by he side of it to sleep that night, rather nicely integrated under the bridge itself.
Then he continued into more endless fields.
((BTW, I have noticed people removing the ,s I replaced some .s whit, those indicate a trail of green glass shelters that you are VERY likely to come across if you ever go there, so they actually mean something.))
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“Research rapport on the alchemical properties of high temperature life-forms:
Other Notes: these results are truly extraordinary and are going to revolutionize metallurgy!
Salamander: It has been noted that the salamanders blood when mixed into an alloy will drastically rise the melting point of it propotional to the amount, this means even iron or lead can be made safe for handling whiteout risk of the objects melting. The amounts needed are small and can be extracted whiteout harm to the animal.
The formulas for the melting points are: (&&-¤/”)>/ #&/(v>^) %/&[“!]
Hot fire snake: It has been noted that the bodily fluids (not sure if they can be identified as blood yet) of the hot fire snake if mixed whit radioactive substances will continually produce heat in the object when mixed into an alloy.
The formulas for the temperature increase and stabilization points are: /(%=(%)/%) !(”#)¤% //->(EA^¨)
Great fire snake: When the ‘blood’ is alloyed whit radioactive substances it produces light in a similar manner to how that of the hot fire snake produces heat. Some success has been made at altering the colour of the emitted light using trace amounts of various metals.
The formulas for the light emission is: ((xX)?#%/=&&”%=) /(%=(%)/%) CZ¤U(GGI)/”
The emissions when alloying fire snake ‘blood’ I believe is two sides of the same phenomena, probably biomagical, if this can be controlled better we might archive even more extraordinary things.
As soon as safe contact is established whit The Seat of Authority and the diplomacy has been taken care of I will continue whit the resources we have not yet been able to harvest whiteout harm to the animal.
-By Ilecaaye.”
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“Ilecaaye, do you know the one thing gods fear?” Rung a voce like out of the grave, tuneless.
Ilecaaye jumped high and turned around, he had thought he was alone in the lab.
There stood Armok.
“There is a race of demons so greedy and powerful even we gods fear them”
“W-what demons? W-w-what does this have to do whit m-me?”
“They are called Hu-man-kind, and you are becoming far to much like them for my comfort. You shall stop.”
“WHAT?! How am I like a demon?”
“In more ways than you think, Ilecaaye.
Technology.”
“How could a bit of experimentation whit metals possibly threaten a god?”
“In more ways than you think, and I intend for it to remain so.”
Ilecaaye pondered for a while, then he spoke:
“You can’t actually harm me, right now, can you?”
“How DARE you, mortal!”
“And I assume that is one of the pieces of information that I am not allowed to know.”
“You… YOU… !”
Ilecaaye smiled.
“So tell me Armok, what more am I not allowed to know? This?”
And he caught a piece of magnesium on fire and pointed it towards Armok, who backed away, hissing.
“So, this is… interesting, I will figure out more I am not supposed to know, and the gods will bow for !!elvenkind!!! For ME!”
And as he spoke he flared up to higher temperatures, apparently whiteout effort.
“Got another one of your secrets now I think, the power of the mind” He closed his eyes and concentrated.
And suddenly, he remembered. Aeons of pain, and what came before…
His eyes narrowed in anger, and he trusted the magnesium rod towards the face of the god, but Armok had already fled, and the magnesium just melted into the rock where he just had been.
Ilecaaye let out a roar of disappointment, then he immediately got back to his chemical studies, this time whit new power and a furious tempo.
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Armok appeared by the table, eyes wide in fear. After he had caught his breath he shouts straight out to the other gods: “What the HELL are we going to do now!”
“This Ilecaaye is bright, too bright for our safety.”
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Iranineleni climbed over yet another rocky hill, not in any way unlike the hundreds of others he had climbed the latest months. And suddenly a landscape was before him, and he was stunned.
Two things stunned him, first there was a palisade, then there was the clear cut forest.
Murderers.
Iranineleni might be a hypocrite of the worst kind, a lawyer and a coward, he might not have seen trees as long as he could remember…
But he was still an elf.
He roared in rage, flaming at about 3500 degrees Celsius, the ground steamed underneath his feet and… after running down the hillside he realized it was several miles to the settlement, and he slowed down, and went straight towards it whit resolute steps and fire in his eyes.
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Kavar looked with a certain ammount of pride as his twenty warriors began setting up their tents and campfires. Their food supplies were getting low, and their ale supply had almost completely dried up. By the next morning he was hoping to find some source of fresh water in the northern forest, and have his men get some fish caught and cooked up. But for now, he just wished to rest his aching muscles. He turned and entered his tent, laid his axe beside his fur bedroll, and entered a heavy sleep.
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Ragnar looked all around him, gazing in awe at the beatiful mountains and forests surrounding the rocky hills his group was marching upon. He signaled the stop, and his twenty workers halted their steadfast march immediately. Once Ragnar had been in charge of a lumbering expedition, and now he was on a different mission. The Drogar needed to expand once again, and he, succesfully managing their small wood camp and proving himself to Kev as a worthy candidate, was put in charge as expedition leader.
"This looks like a good place." he said. "Yes, a very good place. Tzen wants us to be here!" He then pointed at his to miners, and barked out an order. "Over on that outcropping, get digging! Looks like a storm is brewing..."
((right, so quite a leave of absence there, but I'm back on track. Looks like things are really setting up for some conflict...))
"That is of course assuming this gameboard is running the Altair physics engine, and not that cut rate Excalibur physics one." he says reading the technical specs on the gameboard.
"...Though I suspect that may ruin the game... I'm pretty sure she would want to take part if I called her. And she becomes rather insistent."
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Kara smiled as she sat on the bed, lifting Iten up after her and giving Larika a chance to eat on her own for the first time in months.
"That's quite the pretty name, the way it rolls off the tounge" Kara said as the Valten finished her meal, doing her best not to inturrupt too much while the much larger coyote ate. Where are you from, your people at any rate. We haven't seen your kind with any of our scouts and you made it virtually to the heart of our capital before we found you. Also, the doctor noticed that some of your wounds were from a cut with a weapon of some kind, something made out of iron, what made those?"
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As the sun set on the workcamp, the soldier Nierel quietly returned. Slipping in silently past the sentries and sleeping workers with the stealth of a cutpurse, patiently passing from hiding spot to hiding spot thoughout the camp and avoiding contact with all of the workers and soldiers who remained awake.
Unerringly he made his way to the tent of the overseer, slipping up to the opening noiselessly and waiting as he heard angry voices inside.
Minutes passed, and the voices went from angry to slightly cheery. The anger of the Mason's inside diverted by a comradie only shared by speaking with a person whom you share your work with. The moon rose and the shadows shifted with it's silvery light, until finally the visitor left the overseer's tent. Visibly staggering from exhaustion and intoxication. Besides him the overseer followed him long enough to see the poor worker out of the door.
With a smooth motion Kireal lifted a flap on the side of the tent and stepped inside. He smirked as he recived a startled jump from the large dracon when he turned around. "I must apologize for my unseemly appearance, as well as the actions of our lord. My name is Kireal, and I come with greetings from the people of Romilath. My superior said many good things about your people from your scout, and I am honored to meet you."
"Fer feck's sake Armok, y'see what happens when ye play with yer food?"
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Upon hearing Kara's next question, Larika's blood ran cold. Did she dare divulge the location of her home? Even after all these people had done for her, could she be absolutely sure of their intentions? Instead, she told her the least she could get away with, but still she told the truth:
"My home of Zurinth lies on the edge of a great sea, far from here. To tell ye th' truth, I don' quite know where it is. Y'see, I'm a bit... lost. As for these..."
She reached up to touched the half-healed scar across her cheek. Instantly, she thought of that terrible place, those cruel beasts... her dearest Markus. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down right there.
"I... I don' really wanna talk about it..."
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<STRONG>((BTW, I have noticed people removing the ,s I replaced some .s whit, those indicate a trail of green glass shelters that you are VERY likely to come across if you ever go there, so they actually mean something.))
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((Then it would be a road then, a very simple road that will decay in around ten turns or so without anything maintaining it, but still a road. If it's not then the shelters alone are not worth mentioning enough to change the tile itself.))
Shifting his gaze onto the red kobold his smile grew wider and suddenly became very malicious, "Or, with your leave, I could give them my blessings."
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Kara frowned as the struggling Iten attempted to clambor onto the bed without sucess, his sharp claws leaving small holes in the fabric. With a sigh she reached down and grabbed him by the top of his trousers, pulling the child up onto her lap. "Please, don't think of me as being rude. But we have a saying around here in Aveceleba: 'If you don't want to talk about it, you probably should.' I can understand your reticience, but..." Kara trailed off slightly, noting the sadness in her companion's eyes. "Oh... I know. Come with me, I'll show you the marketplace. You feel well enough to walk right? We'll find you a tailor to get some fresh clothing comissioned and can watch the riverboats. Later tonight I can introduce you to a few friends of mine from Mutheithru and we can plan an expedition to find your people, we'll even take out a few River Spirits and have a small party, we'd have enough people."
Kara stood on her back handpaws, reaching forward to take Larika's hand while exclaiming, "Burn it! We might even be able to set up a proper trade route if the rest of them are like you. Come on, you look like you could use a little something to take your mind off of whatever it is that happened..."
Ignoring the Valten's objections, she proceeded to drag the surpised Valten out the door.
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((I don't know how to solve this gametheoreticaly, maybe the idea was just bad. Basically I intended that he has begun to discover the same dangerous things that the humans had and affecting most of the various back stories, and even killed some gods, but in a much weaker form, and that he is a threat that might even leave the game board given time. ))
"Back there in the room, ah, with your legs... how did ye do that?"
After realizing what he said he apologized, "I'm sorry, My name is Añutamun. I am from the southern part of our homeland, though I guess that don't matter much here. I'm guessing your superior was the one to sign the ok on the work order then? The messenger got it from somebody and it obviously wasn't yer lord." The green dracon offered Kireal a shot of spicy smelling alcohol while he spoke. "It's good stuff, just try not to drink too much, it will mess with yer head pretty quick."
EDIT: Minor Retcon.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
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Originally posted by Greiger:
<STRONG>human nobles from our homeland.</STRONG>
Also, I would consider saying that humans are the only ones whit actual tech above the intergalactic level and that "scifi" races are more like clever futuristic steampunk and really base some stuff on magic gotten from gods.
Have I completely misunderstood the setting?))
The humans they know of seem very different from the ones the other races know. In fact it is an important part of their backstory. Dracon lived primarily in caves until they encountered humans, and learned architecture and advanced metalworking from them. Youh is also from this AD&D world and from a different part of the multiverse. He also knows nothing of these dangerous to gods humans.))
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EDIT:I see I neglected to mention it in this thread, but I'm pretty sure it was mentioned in the first one. It could always be written off as Youh disguising himself as a Dracon or something.
I can name them Artolians. Thats the name of the country most of them live in. I can just not mention them too. Though.))
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[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
I had discribed how my humans had killed theyr gods sometime earlier and pointing at a god with a hot stick wasnt a method to kill a God.
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Kara smiled lightly at Larika as they emerged in the warm afternoon sun, dropping the Valtan's hand and stooping down on all four handpaws into a comfortable walk. Above the light refracting across the river as they left a side door of the palace. "Erois asked the very same thing when I met him. My best answer is that my people are very agile. Honestly, I don't understand how you can balance on two feet like that comfortably for any length of time. Doesn't it make your back ache, don't your feet get sore from hours of using them on end? It's much more natural to use all four limbs after all."
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"I must apologize again for the deception." Nierel said, dropping his head in a short bow, "However it was a neccessity in order to get you here. Had lord Kireal known about the trade agrement the explorer Karaman had signed he would have refused to allow you to build though the city to spite her and those of Aveceleba, or worse...placed a prohibitive tax on your goods to prevent them from reaching the capital." Shaking his head, the soldier politly proferred his palm to the drink, "I must not, tonight I will need to ride hard to catch up to my comrades while they daly with the lord. Lam would do no good with an intoxicated driver."
"Now is the time I must tell you why we let you go though that farce Añutamun, for you had to see we, the people of Romilath, must deal with daily. That Kireal, the bastard, managed to get his name written into every legal code within the city charter. Everything, every work order, every polotical decision, even the military is under his control. Vulpi like myself, more recent immagrants whom consist of the majority of the population have little to no say in the government. He has literally paralyzed every process of our economy with this policy. We need to fight back against him, and in order to do that we need a trigger. This trigger will be you."
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((Aside to Imp: Vulpinan's are quadrupeds with grasping digets on each foot. Each limb is equally capable of wielding a weapon, tool, or shield so long as they have at least one limb supporting their weight. Thus is why I don't reference thier appendages as hands and feet. Ocationally they will stand on any two limbs (primarily the limbs furthest from their heads, so as to see what they are doing) in order to do certin things, like write while standing or operating machinery, however doing so for a prolonged period of time is uncomfortable for them.
Vulpinan's also are very agile on a whole and have supple bodies not unlike that of a cat, thus they also can do some contortions that most mammals would consider quite painful with only minimal discomfort.
This can lead to interesting combat tactics, normally involving a buckler strapped across the outside of each leg (attached with either a strap around the wrist, or held by a bar that wraps around their hand) and a single weapon, or to two hands being used for a single weapon and a pair of sheilds. Few vulpinan's try to use more then two hands for weaponry, mostly due to the stability required for using a shield, sword, axe or axe. The only exception to this is vulpinan heavy cavalry (wolfriders), who often use one forelimb to hold onto the saddlehorn and use their remaining arms for weapons. )
((OOC: I would prefer if we avoid the God-killing for the most part, unless it becomes part of a plot. After all, much unlike the other Battles this one is very distinctly a board game for our gods. Either way, Vime could stop the research and production within that tile rather quickly by causing the Uranium deposits to become severly strained, or any other deposit that affects the research or livelyhood of the !!elves!! for that matter. One of his domains is prosperity, and unless a god with Earth, Technology, Radioactive Material, or another prosperity god were to revoke it they would be effectivly screwed. Obviously this has limits, but if every !!elf!! is required to search for food to stop them from starving, they cannot advance.
As a fair note, I try to downplay the gods in my roleplaying as the pieces on the board become more and more involved with each other. It's far more fun to plan a bloodless coup using pawns of another player than to write about a horribly contrived plot device that brings every god and their mother into it.))
((well, I see it almost like 3 intervoven RPs, and I enjoy all of them, and could also really see any of them without the others but that would of corse be less fun.
Basicaly one abaut the board as an actual world whit gods just acting ocationaly kinda like clasic mythology.
One relaxed abaut all the gos chilling out whit a game and eating souls as snacks.
And one darker one, glimpsed, about greed so great good and evil unite against a common foe.))
((Oh, and I should probably go to bed soon, the sun is rising. X_X))
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Now I'm not discounting humans as being a cause for many races to travel between the planes. However, they should not be assumed as the all-encompassing demon.
For one, we are gods playing a 'board game'. If there was a threght to all of our existances we would not be likely to playing a game, and the tone of the entire post should have been much darker and less party-like from the get-go.
Personally, I find it much more plausible that humans are simply a type of unit that happens to be very flexible and utalitarian(and thus used by tournament players of our game, making them enemies that we, as hobbiests, would all fear to see.) Let's leave out the danger to our immortal avatar's lives. My own god is sane enough not to allow things to get that far, and I trust that your gods are as well. As for our immortal 'selves', I have assumed we can all appear as we wish at any time. Youh appearing as a human is his own decision as possibly being an ascended human, much like Issha.
Either way, the owner of the board is not likely to allow anything too dangerous to happen to his companions. So far he has been trying to act very calm and cool, working not to get angry and smooth tempers (even that of Kanako and Swuako, who were actaully attacked by a spicy foodstuff by a very energentic and hyperactive god.). If things get out of hand, it's likely that he will pack up the entire thing rather than let it degenerate too far.
Ass a final note: Mass-recon = BAD greiger. Let armok fix his posts since they are much more recent, I prefer Youh as he is.))
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((well, I see it almost like 3 intervoven RPs, and I enjoy all of them, and could also really see any of them without the others but that would of corse be less fun.
Basicaly one abaut the board as an actual world whit gods just acting ocationaly kinda like clasic mythology.
One relaxed abaut all the gos chilling out whit a game and eating souls as snacks.
And one darker one, glimpsed, about greed so great good and evil unite against a common foe.))</STRONG>
((You are looking too far into it. The first two are clearly correct, but the third should be avoided if we can manage it. Omnecient evils are not fun to read or write about, especially when petty evils are much more interesting. When the line greys around what we precive as "good" and "bad" what are we to do but watch in awe?))
The Retcon stamp is a bit of an inside joke me and my friends talk about sometimes in relation to some old videogames. I wouldn't actually need to do any retconning.))
Yes, there shuld be nothing thretening to our existance in playing a board game.
hmm, might we say I am a veteran from the (still onging far away) human wars and a bit crazy and paranoid? so there IS actualy humans that are dangerus to gods, but nowere around this part of the multiverse.
I to think that Youh should not have to edit his posts, just avoid the actual word "human" in the RP, having something LOOK exactly like a human shuld be no problem.
Also, I did't intend to say the humans were omnecient. Probably lots less powerfull at any point but very expansionist and clever, and alredy covering enought universes to be a serious threat to all gods. But far from any big part of it, more a distant threat.
And I imagine it as there being two kinds of evil in this seting; the cruel demonic evil of for example Kanako/Suwako, that eyegorges baibies for fun.
And then the human utilitarian evil of greed and exponential growth.
I consider the second one much worse, but for some that might not be evil at all, just the result of a gogooplex of mothers trying to feed their children.))
((Armok cancels discussion: interrupted by sunrise.
I should really sleep.))
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
"Well, " Larika answered, "when we're pups, we can run about on all fours like you. But when we get older, it gets harder, almost impossible for some. Actually, " she began, "I can sorta do it better than most, but that's just because of-" At this, Larika's ears flushed pink and she shut her mouth, having come dangerously close to saying far more than she really should.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
OOC) Some of them carry small stone swords but they lack any training with them. It's sorta like a modern human who carries a can of pepper spray or a tazer. They are only for self defense.
[ May 28, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
"Leam im back."
"Aris i thougt you will remain in Irumathra?"
"Who me? Nahh lets say i missed you and my brothers. by the way where are my brothers?"
"Well Silis has gone as ambassador with an Ipetian Southeast and Peris Administrates our new Miningoperation in the Northwest"
"You got Peris to do something other then fishing and Sleep? You are a hero!"
"Oh ahm thank you. Who is in charge in Irumathra? "
"Han is doing the mainwork and i had named Tira the barmaid as Prefect. Anyway everbody in Irumathra thinks Han is that "Aris" you had send and i was his daughter "Chatin". I think you shouldnt mention that im back if you are talking to someone from Irumathra. Well and you have to find a marriage present for Han in the next time. And now what happend here?"
"Oh we have send another expedition Northwest a week ago the tower is complete as you can see. The town had grown realy fast too."
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- Rugkadest -
"Anything usefull discovered yet Zur?"
"Some new Steelpicks and a Wagon with hematite a kitchen and some very old Constructs that look like Pumps."
"Impressiv and that all on the first Level. Can you repair hat pumps?"
"Well we can replace the hoses and some pipes but for everything else we need someone who understands that kind of Mechanics."
"Ok i send a Dragonfly to karatomca they have to send someone."
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- Ter on Sailfin river -
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"How do you plan for us to tell her how to find the Pirogue though? For all we know she got eaten by carp or wolves"
"I hope not. I think shes gone to that strange settlement we had seen. Mark the boat for her and if it goes lost let it be its only a boat. "
ooc: This happens in Turn 11 or 12.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Town
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Hamlet
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Nietzsche reflected back on his life, and began to realize that he had lost his appetite for chaos. Before, he had always demanded motion; hence why he had set out the first two outposts from Buigend Riet. Now, however, he had grown complacent in the everyday life, in the stillness of quiet ponds, in the smell of air that sits motionless in the pines. He realized now that the order of life was far better than the destruction which could follow disorder.
“Ah, Nietzsche,” said a voice beside him, “you are wrong again as usual.” Nietzsche pivoted around to find himself confronted by an Ipetian he did not recognize. Blijzon was quite a large city, but Nietzsche liked to think he had everything under control. He believed that he knew everyone by both face and name. The fact that a stranger was standing right next to him was disconcerting, to say the least.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to recall your face. What was your name again?”
The stranger laughed. “That’s not what you really want to know, is it? No, you’re thinking, ‘who are you, where did you come from, why are you here, and what threat do you pose to me?’ That’s what you really want to know. How will I disturb your calm?” Nietzsche was shocked, as that had been exactly what he was wondering. The stranger continued, “Honestly, Nietzsche, if your face were any easier to read it would have to have letters on it. You’ve grown comfortable with your power, and I, being an unknown, am a threat to your position. Well, I suppose I’ll answer your questions.”
Nietzsche was dazed and confused. How could this stranger know about Nietzsche’s desire for power? How could he read his thoughts? And more importantly, what did he want? The stranger, after a pause for Nietzsche to collect himself, went on, “I am Fenneth, the god of the Ipetians, including you. Where I came from is not of your concern, but I am here because you have interfered with my plans once too often. The qualities which once made you an asset now turn you into a liability. You have served your purpose, and now it is your end. I am going to drive you mad.”
Nietzsche, while stunned, kept his wits about him. “You can’t drive me mad; you are not a god of madness. You have no power over my mind. I think my own thoughts, and you have no say in them. I have my free will!”
“Yes,” replied the god, “I have no power over your thoughts, and I cannot take away your free will, but I do have power over your knowledge. So, I am going to let you learn of your own folly. I will give to you understanding of what life would be like if things continue as they are. Not understanding like you mortals gain every now and then, but true understanding. So many mortals have wished for such a thing, not knowing what it would do to them. It will, without a doubt, render you completely insane.”
With that, Fenneth placed his hand on Nietzsche’s head and said “Now, receive your curse!” Nietzsche flew backwards as if propelled by some malevolent force. He landed on his side, writhing under the inconceivable might of pure knowledge. Fenneth looked on at the pitiful figure, lying on the ground, twitching. “I am sorry,” he said, “but it was necessary. You have disrupted my plans too often, and now you see for yourself what you have wrought upon this earth. This shall be your punishment. You will know the results of all your transgressions until you learn. After that, if you can find me, I will remove this curse. May you learn quickly.”
With that, the god disappeared. Nietzsche covered his head in his arms, wanting for the pain to stop, for the unquestionable knowledge to leave him in ignorance. But the agony continued until finally, Nietzsche snapped. His mind simply said no to the knowledge, and left. Nothing remained save pain in his head, and the knowledge that Fenneth could take away the pain. Nietzsche stumbled back towards the city. Perhaps Fenneth would be there.
Everyone noticed at once what had happened to Nietzsche. He was certainly no longer himself, the great leader who had helped them time and time again with good advice and sound logic. Instead, he had become a babbling lunatic, whom some pitied, but no one respected. About a week later, Nietzsche was seen in the great clearing raving away. Nietzsche cried out, "I seek Fenneth! I seek Fenneth!" As there were some foolish youths standing about who did not believe in Fenneth, and Nietzsche caused a great deal of amusement for them. “Why? is he lost?” said one. “Has he strayed away like a child?” said another. “Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea voyage? Has he emigrated?” the youths cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub.
The Nietzsche jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. "He is with Riet, and where has Riet gone?" he called out. "I mean to tell you! We have killed him, you and I! We are all his murderers! But how have we done it? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the whole horizon? What did we do when we loosened this earth from its sun? Whither does it now move? Whither do we move? Away from all suns? Do we not dash on unceasingly? Backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below? Do we not stray, as through infinite nothingness? Does not empty space breathe upon us? Has it not become colder? Does not night come on continually, darker and darker? Shall we not have to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying Riet? Do we not smell the heroic putrefaction? - for even heros putrefy! Riet is dead! Riet remains dead! And we have killed him!
How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife; who will wipe the blood from us? With what water could we cleanse ourselves? Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us? Shall we not ourselves have to become Heroes, merely to seem worthy of it? There never was a greater event, and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history hitherto!" Here Nietzsche was silent and looked again at the youths; they also were silent and looked at him in surprise.
"I come too early," he then said. "I am not yet at the right time. This prodigious event is still on its way, and is traveling; it has not yet reached our ears. Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard. Perhaps there is still time. Perhaps he might be saved, along with the rest of us. He must be saved! We must march on terror to save him! How can we restore that which we have demolished? We must stop ourselves from doing the dreadful deed afore it is done! This shall be our redemption. We need not destroy the light of the earth; merely save it in all its inexorable forms. The light will be snuffed like a candle should we not burn our hands to heal it. For indeed there shall be a penance, and we shall burn as the brush. Fire will cleanse this blood upon us, and blood shall wash blood clean.” There, Nietzsche fell silent, and began to draw upon the dirt with his fingers.
The elders met together that night to discuss the mad Ipetian. It was agreed that, while mad, there was some method to Nietzsche’s ravings. It was clear that he thought it necessary to rescue Riet from some terrible danger, and that to do otherwise would bring about terror and destruction of their people. The elders agreed that Riet was the greatest leader the Ipetians ever had, and that to simply let him die would be the greatest mistake they could ever make. And so it was agreed upon: the Ipetians would send an army to save the beleaguered Riet. They would trek West, trying to find where Riet had gone. No matter what the danger, they would save their brother, their father, their leader.
And so over 30 families presented themselves to march West in order to find Riet. With over 100 Ipetians in all, it was the largest army ever assembled. They had only one purpose: search and rescue. Whatever else came would be dealt with swiftly.
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Riet looked to the east. Something was wrong; the giants had yet to show themselves. If things continued as such, Silis's group might run into the raiders. Riet couldn't allow that to happen. He moved east for some period of time, until he finally saw what he was looking for, the Giant's cook fire smoke. If they wanted someone to chase, he would give it to them. Riet proceeded to make his own fire, using the smoke bush. There was no way the giants could miss that. He then rode back to the west, lighting fires again and again along the rout. Such a trail would be easy to follow. What happened if the Giants caught up? Riet didn't plan that far forward. His only thought was to turn the giants north, away from Silis and his men.
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((So, in sum, an army of about a hundred march westward from the Ipetian settlements. 30 come from Omhelzingbos, dropping it down to a hamlet, and the other 70 come from Blijzon, turning it into a very small town. Riet moves east, starts his trail of campfires, and then moves west again. Will the giants take the bait? Silis continues east as instructed.
As to the ongoing discussion on the metagame and the role of humans, I just made up that story about the Ipetian exodus from their world as filler. The "dark ones" are very loosely based on Raymond E. Feist's Dreadlords, dwellers of the void. That's all their really is to it. Their gods were the ones that overthrew the Ipetian pantheon, not the creatures themselves. And even that is only a story told to Ipetian children, not necessarily what actually happened.
I agree that we are far too lighthearted thus far for there to be some underlying battle between good and evil or anything like that. There need not be any god-killing, save perhaps in the case of Ukko, since he purposefully moved himself onto the game board.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
"Your part in our plan is simple. The plot to overthrow Kireal requires that he lose face in front of his people. Continue work on your road, at the pace you were going you should be near to the city. When he confronts you, simply refuse to leave. Do not start a fight, enough of the soldiers still support him that they would immediatly flock to his side and your workers would be slaughtered. If you leave, you also solidify his control by proving he is superior to you, and by extension to your race.
"However, if you firmly refuse to listen to his demands and reply calmly that you are here on official buisiness that has been brokered by Aveceleba, the other soldiers and the citizens will see that he is mearly exerting his power once again. If you mention trade they will likely turn against him, since trade is the lifeblood of our people. Do not fear, he is not going to order an attack unless the fight starts first. If he tries, the other soldiers would not follow that order." Grinning with a cunning grin, the soldier smiled and withdrew a slender scroll with an insigna on it. "and if things look badly, produce this and ask the nearest vulpin to read it for you. It will dispell all doubts in their hearts."
Standing up, the soldier saluted to Añutamun, placing his hand over his heart in a solomn manner. "Now, I must be leaving. My group will soon wonder where I am."
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Karaman laughed as the grass began to give way to a dirt path, leading around the large wooden keep and into the catacombs beneath the palace. "If it's embarassing then that's fine. Here look, the heart of every vulpi city: the market!"
Here, in the shade of the palace the lazy river town took on a totally different view. While on the surface of the city the vulpin's looked like calm, happy, cheerful folk who lazily went about their day performing their jobs. Down here, in the shade of the palace another scene was found.
Garish signs were everywhere, written in the naitive vulpin language. Many of them were accompanied by pictures. Here a weaver was selling emerald green bags, there a mason stood on his table, crying out to the crowd about the truely decadent cups his master crafted. Shouts and cries came from one corner, as a quarted of vulpinans were tossing a ball at a hoop, placing their money against the owner of the stand that they could sucessfully score five shots in a row.
Crafts of every description, dyes, food, and goods. The smell of pastries filled the air from one stand, while directly across from it a garnish red shop with it's windows filled with candies did brisk business. A stand full of cutlery stood in one corner, it's owner eyeing the nearby carpenter who had just finished placing a booth filled with buckets, chairs, and doors.
Vulpinans of every size, shape, and disposition thronged the area. Fat, thin, long, short, round, flat, and every possible description and action inbetween could be used to describe what Larika saw. In one corner of her eye she thought she saw a fight in the crowd, a bright flash of blood and a cheer arising from the crowd as both women were swept away. In another instance she spotted two vulpins deeply involved with one another on a bench, oblivious to the crowd around them as if it hardly existed. Happy vulpins, sad vulpins, angry vulpins, and embarressed vulpins. It seemed too many existed in this one place.
And though it all Larika drew some attention. Wherever she and caraman went at least some of the passerby would openly stare at her. More than a few of the merchants in the stalls called her out, offering her rare fruit, special discounts on straw hats for giant coyote's if they bought just one basket now, or even just waving at her.
Finally the dizzying journy stopped as Karaman reached her destination, pulling Larika into a more permanent clothier's building.
"Ugh, finally." Kara said as the cloying sound was silenced behind the thick door. "This is the headquarters of the weaver's guild." she explained quickly as she led Larika back behind the counter, waving off the suprised young girl at the counter. "We're here to see Lenn. Come on Larika, I'll introduce you to the head weaver, she owes me a favor for showing her where some silver barbs grow five days walk from here. I figure I'll call it in by having her get you a decent outfit. Do you prefer Pants and tunics, or Dresses?"
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((I will update the rest of the first post in the morning. I think I'm done for the night. Great RPing everyone. :D))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
A few weeks had passed since Kira's departure from Thelash lands. Shraal had personnally accompanied her and the Thelash embassador to the border of the forest. Before her departure another feast was given, without blood this time. She had been given a few parting gifts : some books on Thelash culture and history, some precious gems, as well as two magic gems which would let the Thelash know when their holder approaches Thelash lands.
Now Helesh was facing the city council again. This time he had explained that a sewer system was more important than pillar towers. The council agreed, with some bitterness, that it was more important.
At the same time Shraal and Thlash consulted with the Shadow Council concerning what they had learned from Kira about the Pringers and the Drogar. Shel had confirmed a Pringer scout to the south of the forests. They now had to decide what kind of ties should be established with metal birds.
The Drogar's description, on the other hand, made it clear that they were dwarves. Diplomatic ties will be established.
Finally, Thlash was really happy. His plan for the improvement of walls was finally accepted. Now he had to establish antennas and batteries to harness the power of lightning. That would prevent any armed approach from above the walls, unless the invader was immune to lightning.
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code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....D♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠≡↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲e... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└≡≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..R..♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.ç..♣♣.rΦ Φ♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......≡......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(45)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣♣♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....D♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠≡↑ ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲e... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└≡≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..R..♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.ç..♣♣.rΦ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......≡......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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Mohayiga+harbour: town : 90
Eientei: village: 50
Murakami: hamlet : 26
Makai : hamlet : 20
Divine shrine : cloister : 5
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Hrafn was pacing around impatiently around his throneroom, waiting. He had send his newest puppet, The former oracle, to see about the happenings in the outlying towns of the giants. Then the air somehow, thinned, before him. The bluered pair of eyes and the corporeal, twisted body of the oracle floated silently before him. "Ah... I was expecting you to return to me. So, is there anything going on i should turn my interest on?" the wraith hissed, its speech was a mix of highpitched hiss and a low voice echoing eerily from the walls of the place. "going onnn..? Thhe livees... of YOURRrr... subjectsss... are goingnn... well... BUT! Thhheerree... ISss one thhingn... Happeningnn... at YOURRrrr.. newest outpost..." A spark of interestest flashed at Hrafns eyes "Yes? what is it then?" Hissing with the hate of serving, the wraith answered. "Thhere iss... certainn.. Ffoxsthingnn... Likely Iintelligent... requesting... audience..." Hrafn smiled. Finally something was bound to happen, and it was something intelligent. "Why, that is great news my dearest puppet. You must go there, and meet with this being. I shall act through you in this conversation."
Yet again, the oracle hissed with hate. How would that insolent being dare to access his soul, to act through him? "Wwhat... makess... youu think... that i... wouldd... alloww that?"
Hrafn smiled a gleeful smile, and took up a skull from black casket lying on a table. The oracles wraith immediately regognized it. It was HIS skull! "You know, i've been waiting for you to try and defy my orders, since i want to try out THIS!" with the word, he smashed the skull to pieces with his bare hand. The wraith screamed in unimaginable pain, a feeling he had thought was lost to him forever. The incredibly highpitched scream echoed far to the mountains, the best eared beings could probably hear it as far as the plains. After being shattered, the skull magically restored itself. "Now... i think you do not want to challenge my orders anymore?" With sheer hatred in its eyes, the wraith dissipated, going to fulfill his masters wishes.
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Gron watched the tiny being spout out its words and began to think what he should do when suddenly he feeled something very cold touch him. He swiftly turned around and saw the horrible and wicked body of the oracles wraith, and started to back away. Before he could scream he felt his voice suppressed in his throat. Then, the thing spoke. "I... Am heree... ass... the ambassador of... Hrafn.. You... Are to lett... That beingn... inside... and direct him... to there..." The wraith pointed towards the building on the outcropping of the hill which was the main townhall and the temple. Then it disappeared. With cold sweat pouring from his brows, Gron began to open the gate.
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Ragndir looked hopeful when they found yet another abandoned campfire. they had been marching quite fast now, and could see the latest of these campfires. He intended to make a camp for a night and then they would run nonstop until they caught whoever was doing this.
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[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Cenna trembled again as the doors to the gate creaked open before her, fear permenting the very fiber of her being. She wanted to run, to flee this place. An neigh irrisistable, instinctive fear of a kind that she had not felt before.
Something... something was deathly wrong with this place.
Still, the woodcutter couldn't help but silently take a step forward into the gate. She was committed, to turn back now would be to admit folly, and for that the shafts of the giant's arrows would be sticking from her hide. Nerving herself, she forced her feet to walk forward into the widening palisade.
(feel free to detail the town a bit when cenna walks through it. It doesnt quite fit in here.)
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Mutely the vulpinan followed the Giant's directions, her feet moving forward even as her mind rebelled against it. On either side the massive constructions of the giants loomed, their stone huts standing amoungst massive cabins seeming to hide millions of fearful and cold eyes. Some were calculating, watching her every movement carefully as if counting her weakness, while others predatory, eyeing her like one would a prey animal before the strike. Most of the faces she saw however, were fearful, not of her, but of something else that had fallen on the camp.
Within a few minutes she reached the temple, a gasp escaping her mouth as she took in the presense of the thing. It was massive and dark, made of stone from the heart of the earth, and... and it was beutiful. What the rest of the camp lacked in asthetics, this temple had in abundance. The stone was perfectly smooth, with large engravings every few feet. Perfectly-wroght statues of giants made from iron and steel sat in little engraved alcoves, the figures fitting into the scene around them almost seemlessly... almost alive. The top was adorned with sharp spikes of iron, the pikes sticking far into the sky and coming to a fine point.
Suddenly Cenna realized the significance of this: The giants were not unable to make beutiful goods, they choose not too. Preferring instead to pool their talants into creating a single, exceptional, piece of artwork. It was gorgeous, it was madness.
Stiffening her spine slightly, the vulpinan steadied herself and entered the building. Ready for whatever happened to her.
I still think it SHOULD be cannon whit the supertech humans, but there should be no effect other than historical references, because it is far away and long ago.
Also, I noticed due to lucky chance there is a possibility the !!elves!! and the vulpinians will meat early in this giant fort.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Efil-inira: 55 !!elves!! (Village) (-1 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 17 !!elves!! (Outpost) (+8 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 14 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 91 !!elves!!
((Fothacema continues east.
Iranineleni arrives at the giant settlement and begin "negotiations".
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera, maybe detailed in a later post.
Efil-inira has far since stagnated under the weight of red tape.))
List of important people:
Acathiima, hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!!
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician.
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Woah, that extinction vodka was good stuff; It made me confuse my little !!elves!! whit bloody humans even!
What did you put in it?"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Iranineleni stood at the huge towering wooden gate in the palisade, these creatures must 1) be huge and 2) be almost blind because they did not see him going there.
He took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and knocked hard on the door.
He then facepalmed as it caught on fire.
"Hello? Anybody there? Your door is on fire!" He shouted, oblivious to the fact there might be creatures the could not understand elven.
Another time, in another place witout a time limit it would be a different matter. However backlog can create a bit of a problem here.
Armok, Cenna arrived at the fort two turns ago when Niph was not here to reply. we are trying to catch up on what happened. Personally, I'm expecting something terrible that will cause her a 'delay', but that is not my decision since the giants are not my race.))
The masons had begun working on the road again, though they were down a few that didn't want to meddle in the affairs of other cultures, there were still enough workers to get the job done.
As expected, it took some time for them to notice a response.
Añutamun had rehearsed the conversation a hundred times in his head, but was nervous and fumbled the papers he had prepared to look like official documents. They were really just progress logs from a few weeks ago, but they were written in draconic which he assumed the dictator wouldn't know how to read. He also had the scroll that he received the other night, though he was afraid to open it worried that he would break a seal or something and render his trump card worthless.
He moved out of the workcamp to greet the dictator flanked by two of the workers, figuring that he would be less likely to start something if they could worry him a little bit. The dictator would probably be armed but the dracon were larger and would look dangerous even without weapons.
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((Looks like my last turn didn't make it on the map again. Guess it works out though as the road was never finished.
Silvak moved north one space last turn and spent this turn building a well-defended-from-non-existent-wildlife outpost with the constructor group[Named Lesnorongquan - Forestslayer], and there was another migrant group on the ocean border of the desert that moved east last turn and built another outpost this turn [Named Letotar - Boatland]))
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[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
OOC: Post edited due to some inconsistencies in time and space and also the way things were handled. READ downwards to get some figure of it. Switch to page 20 to find out what REALLY happened. And now, the commercials.
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
First thing, Iranineleni is NOT good, and not caring. Hes a lawyer, a noble, a liar, a coward, and a hypocrite. The reason he is angry about the trees is part deep elven instinct, and part all the codes of conduct he has stuffed his head whit.
I might post some more info on the !!elves!! later, otherwise my original description is on page 8. (and very bad because the idea had not formed properly)
What should also interest the giants is that his backpack is filled whit gold, gems, and other treasure.
Also, if you don't want the vulpinian meting disturbed just do as some suggestion and place it in a separate time line.))
((Also, the current situation is: he is standing outside a gate in the palisade, wich ison fire, and shouting in elven.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Thou I consider Iten a spetial case, because he was created over a long period of time and will take ages to grow up, but more importnantly it was many gods that helped whit him, and singel one of those gifts wouldnt make him a superunit.
Speaking of that, I realized a while ago I might need to spesify how the skill works, but I forgot.
First, how it looks; the skin is made of silver and the fur is unafected, so it is mostly visible on the nuzzle and paws were there is litle fur.
and more importnatly what it protects from:
it is really three similar effects, one that makes it impossible to break or penetrate (protects against cutting and piercing weapons, as well as tearing damage and that sort of thing), one that stops heat/cold/radioactivity/substances from getting thought (the heat cold part is the most no6table, means he will never freeze or burn himself, if for example an !!elf!! grabs him the fur will be burnt away but he will be completely unharmed), and one that stops kinetic effects and deforming (Arguably the most magical one, it protects both from blunt weapons such as hammers and also from falling damage).
Edit:
He is also protected from most direct magic.
Also I may add a few things that CAN kill him:
Anything that he eats or drinks, or even a weapon thrust up his mouth.
(His own dagger? Suicide?)
Drowning/suffocation.
Starvation/dehydration.
Some ridiculously powerful stuff, like a direct hit by a nuke.
Edit2: ANOTHER point for Iten is that Jamini is the GM.
In short nobody else should be allowed to have such a good char.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
I have a few units that could be considered super. The bird, despite being temporary and I have no plans to reuse it is obviously super, some of the summoner's lesser monsters could be considered stronger than the average unit too. As long as a summoner doesn't overextend himself they could be quite hard to kill.))
I still think it SHOULD be cannon whit the supertech humans, but there should be no effect other than historical references, because it is far away and long ago.
Also, I noticed due to lucky chance there is a possibility the !!elves!! and the vulpinians will meat early in this giant fort. [<-Direct question]))
((The summoned units are not permanent, and also not strictly yours. Also from the description of how they drain the summoners power they seem rather balanced, at least compared to that wraith.))
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Efil-inira: 55 !!elves!! (Village) (-1 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 17 !!elves!! (Outpost) (+8 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 14 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 91 !!elves!!
((Fothacema continues east.
Iranineleni arrives at the giant settlement and begin "negotiations".
Efil-inira has far since stagnated under the weight of red tape.
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
Animals was captured and trained, and more mining was of coarse done, also work on general infrastructure and housing.
There is quite a bit of science and development going on, mostly by Ilecaaye.
The great tower is constructed to about 25m so far, the inside stairs whit supports is reaching a bit higher however, maybe to 45m.
One notable random piece of example infrastructure is the recreational magma baths.))
List of important people:
Acathiima, hero and leader of Efil-inira: Legendary organizer, skilled bow!!elf!!
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician.
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout.
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A fog seems to disappear from Armoks eyes, or maybe just some strange refraction.
"Woah, that extinction vodka was good stuff; It made me confuse my little !!elves!! whit bloody humans even!
What did you put in it?"
Armok looks at the board.
“Wasn’t that unnecessarily mean Feneth? ”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Iranineleni stood at the huge towering wooden gate in the palisade, these creatures must be huge and 2) be and evil to build such a thing, from wood…
He took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and knocked hard on the door.
He then facepalmed as the gate caught on fire.
"Hello? Anybody there? Your door is on fire!" He shouted, oblivious to the fact there might be creatures the could not understand elven.
The giant guard was awoken from his slumer by some high piched yelling in a foreign language, he yawned, and leaned over the edge of the watchtower to se what was going on. He saw a few things.
For one thing, the gate was on fire, and burning briskly by now, and there was a creature there, jumping up and down and yelling whit his girlish voice at the flames.
The creature looked like an ordinary elf, except that the hair was on fire, and that it wore a kilt, pants, and a tunic made from red-hot iron, it also had a backpack made of iron.
Then the !!elf!! saw the guard and it eyes grew to the size of oranges (not literary, might be pointed out when talking about these kinds of magical creatures), it soon drew out a plate made from some strange, silvery, and valuable-looking metal. It was full of strange writings and the !!elf!! began to read aloud from it whit shaking voice.
((Sorry to force your hand Nhiphanter, I consider it ok to RP a mean god but I won’t allow you to play unfair outside the RP.))
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List of notable breakthroughs in science by Ilecaaye this turn:
The wheel. (both for vehicles and for obsidian/green glass “pottery”.=
The simple machines and the gearwheel.
Low friction alloys. (that is, near 0 friction, better than current day unoiled stuff can do. This is based on some creature extract presumably)
Lenses and mirrors, and basic optics. (There is plenty of both diamonds and silver around)
Various mathematics.
A few mental techniques for resisting the effects of gods, and some beginnings that might lead to affecting the board?
Biochemistry and anatomy of the volcano creatures.
Flexible metallurgy and use of the creature extracts, meaning the properties of the material can be almost anything he wants. (except of coarse ridiculously good and strong and so, nothing overpowered.)
Various mechanical devices.
VERY primitive, ineffective, and useless steam engines, kinda.
That there are some strange “teleforce” in magnetite.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((What is the giant in a fantasy universe going to assume when a strange obviously magical creature that came alone and apparently unarmed to an unknown fort begins to read ritual-like from a strange scroll in what might by some be interpreted as a combat situation were that might be strange?))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
It's power does seem notably balanced against what Storm Giants lost (an affluent and EFFECTIVE leader), especially considering that it's hate for it's own people works against his motive ultimatly. If given half a chance it is very likely to betray it's previous species if it can recive it's revenge.
However, that isn't to say that it can instantly destroy your elf. Ukko is not an ice god after all. The wraith has obviously chosen to ignore my unit in favor of attacking your elf (It is likely that it precives the warm aura as a threaght against itself, being incorporeal.) Currently your elf is being subjected to freezing temperatures, act accordingly.
As for Iten. *I* would prefer if that gift be toned down. Personally, I hate superunits. And Iten is (was) anything but. The original post claimed his skin was unable to be broken or cut. Until now no other indication of the other protections was mentioned. I much prefer Iten being able to be killed by violent means than to have him virtually immortal. His mother is the hero for a reason, not him. Being mostly invunerable to knives, swords, and spears is a huge boon already, after all. And Armok is only one god out of many in this game now.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Quickly he strode down the path connected the work site to the road, a brilliant emerald cape billowing out behind him as his bodyguard fanned out along either flank. On the side of the road two dozen vulpinan workers, many absent from their duties, had turned up to watch the strange Dracons. If he was safe anywhere, it was here.
However, even amoungst the sea of protection he felt vunerable as he walked up. Rumors had been creeping into the palace that a rebellion was being plotted. The very idea was atrocious, but if it held any weight then Kireal could not afford to lose face. Any swing in popularity away from him could lead to a bloody civil war within the city, or even a coup. The foppish lord cringed inwardly as he thought of his body on a pike, being paraded along the streets as the others shouted his name with disdain. While foriegn merchants put honest vulpinan's out of business. The very idea of it... was a terrible thought.
It was in those few moments between when he first noticed the other vulpinans, watching on with so much excitement and care, and when the overseer turned and sneered at him in the way only a lizard could, the beastly creature standing tall compared to the vulpinan that Kireal came up with a plan.
His expression changed within a second, the mask of anger and frustration replaced by a winning smile and a cheery voice. The lord quite suddenly looked five years younger as he saluted the overseer with a brief wave. "Overseer! How does your project go? How long will it be before your road to our gracious city by the ocean will be completed?"
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Cenna shivered as a scream of pain echoed throughout the temple, the noise faint and distant, as if in a long-distant dungeon. Around her the shadows deepened, as she paced through the narrow halls of the building. Fear and confusion began to finally take control of her feet causing the appendeges to twitch. A second of hesitation passed her face as her fear burbled up above her projected demeanor. That giant... even he, as powerful as he wash, was afraid of what was in here. The realization dawning on her, the woodworker turned about to race for the door, her handpaws slipping on the smooth stone as she raced for the distant sliver of sunlight that drifted though the temple doors. So far...
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((I must apologize Greiger, I tend to use the most recently posted map when putting up updates rather than parsing all of the posts. I am correcting that now since the first post is quite far behind the rest of us in turns.))
I don't really have much against an instant freezing attack by one single creature if it is stated long before it is used, the thing that brothers me is the speed and the fact that there were no warning, and also that it just sensed the aura of the !!elf!!.
A superattack is ok considering the sacrifice, OR an instant messenger whit no baility of physical interaction, but NOT an instant teleporting superattack))
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((???
Iten was the combined effrt of something like 4 gods, and is therefor alowed to be a bit super I think.
Also the skin can be easily defeated whit tactics one it is know, just let one big or a few smaller units hold him and ether put a spear down his throat or hold him underwater till he drowns. He can also be assassinated whit poison.I don't really have much against an instant freezing attack by one single creature if it is stated long before it is used, the thing that brothers me is the speed and the fact that there were no warning, and also that it just sensed the aura of the !!elf!!.
A superattack is ok considering the sacrifice, OR an instant messenger whit no baility of physical interaction, but NOT an instant teleporting superattack))</STRONG>
((Each god gave them their own gift however, and even then they gave it limitations. Items can be lost or stolen, invunerability to most common forms of premature death, in a form that cannot be lost or taken and drastically changes his appearance from that of his creator's original intention tend to break the fairness of the game. I agreed with Akroma when he tore out Iten's eyes, even if I didn't like it. That is why I asked you to remove it in the first place, rather than having my piece invunerable but blind.
As for the wraith. It's attack really does not seem that super. You've stated yourself that the !!elves!! are vunerable to cold and especially water ("water, even boiling water, causes them to freeze to death"). Considering that the wraith is a very special unit created from a powerful one and your elf is mearly a single unaware scout it would make sense for the wraith to have more power in this instance. Yes it's fast and has a powerful attack. However it's limited to places where the Storm Giants have temples already established in its reach, and vunerable to physical weapons if they do manage to hit it (that which I'm assuming a standard military unit could do.)
If you really want to insist on it, then have your elf fight back. Just remember, this game is just starting yet and people will not forget who was stubborn and who was willing to bend once the real fights start. After all, he is just a scout.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((Well, I worked out rather an amusing personality for him, and it would be funn to see the reaction of a apparently viking-like giant when an incompetent civilian stumbles in whit a backpack full of gold and gems and make lots of demands in a language they dont know and is generaly arrogant.
I wasn't angry for loosing the game-board unit, I was angry for getting my joke destroyed, and also it was done whit apperantly not caring abaut checking who it was.
That is not a random replaceable scout unit, it''s my 3d most important !!elf!! than has a name and an amusing personality.))
((Also, his profession is lawyer and his mission diplomatic, scout is secondary, he isn't good at maps or any of that.))[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]</STRONG>
((And I planned to have Kara be found half-dead in the final months of pregnancy outside of campcastle by a regular patrol (Honestly I did. I didn't account for Sivek to send a scouting group to find her so far.) When things happen you don't expect the best thing to do is to suck it up and roll with the punches.))
The first post is (mostly) updated. If anything seems unusual please shout it out so I can correct it. I lost track over the last few days of what was happening where exactly.))
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((Sorry, really I would exept it if it wasn't for the way he did it; to FAST, like smatting a fly.
Also, I got angry because he called Iranineleni good; he's a corrupt lawyer!))</STRONG>
((Like my adventurer's have learned in my testing of my mod. You *don't* mess with Storm Giants without a lot of preparation. Just don't do it.
They will rip apart the unaware adventurer. ^-*))
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Pijl looked uncomfortably over at the mad Nietzsche, who was picking up pebbles and studying at the ground beneath them. He had been following the army traveling west from a distance. Leaning over to his older brother and officer Snel, he whispered "Why in Fenneth's name did we have to bring him along on this expedition?"
Snel glanced over at the Ipetian in question, and sighed. "Well, he wanted to come so badly, the only way to stop him would be to tie him up. He's not really hurting anybody, poor fellow, though he is a little annoying."
"And a little creepy," replied Pijl, watching Nietzsche begin to converse with the ground under the rocks.
Snel chuckled, "So the mad always seem, for they remind us how precious our minds really are." Smiling and nodding in Nietzsche's direction, he questioned, "Have you ever considered the possibility that he may be the sane one, and we the insane?"
Pijl looked at his brother, cocked an eybrow, and said, "If he's sane, I'd rather be mad." Nietzsche picked up a bug and began inspecting its underside. "Definitely would prefer madness to that sanity."
They both broke out in laughter. Snel took out his wineskin. "A toast to sanity!" Pijl followed suit, and both drank deeply. They would begin moving again in the morning.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣...ç.♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..R.♣....♣r..Φ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .......≡........ .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
How do these Sphere's sound for the pantheon's and symbols each civ is using?
Roshani:
Symbols -
[SELECT_SYMBOL:CIV:NAME_COMMON_RELIGION]
[SELECT_SYMBOL:ALL:THOUGHT]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:PRIMITIVE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:VIOLENT]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:SUBORDINATE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:EVIL]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UNTOWARD]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATIVE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UGLY]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATOR]
Religion - [REGIONAL_FORCE] (Represents a single Roshani god. Since their pantheon is mostly destroyed in their backstory I don't have them with a pantheon. If you want it changed just mention it and I will make it so.
--- (Somehow this got deleted)
Ipetian -
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:SUBORDINATE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:EVIL]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UNTOWARD]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATIVE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UGLY]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATOR]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:VIOLENT]
[SELECT_SYMBOL:CIV:FREEDOM]
[SELECT_SYMBOL:SITE:FESTIVE]
Religion - Pantheon
[RELIGION_SPHERE:REVELRY]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:NATURE]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:TRUTH]
---------
Storm Giants
[SELECT_SYMBOL:ALL:VIOLENT]
[SELECT_SYMBOL:ALL:DEATH]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:DOMESTIC]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:FLOWERY]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NATURE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:PEACE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATOR]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:GOOD]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UNTOWARD]
Pantheon
[RELIGION_SPHERE:CHAOS]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:EARTH]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:STRENGTH]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:STORMS]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:VICTORY]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:WAR]
---------------
Tengu
[SELECT_SYMBOL:ALL:HOLY]
[SELECT_SYMBOL:ALL:MAGIC]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:DOMESTIC]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:FLOWERY]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:PEACE]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:NEGATOR]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:GOOD]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UGLY]
[CULL_SYMBOL:ALL:UNTOWARD]
Pantheon
[RELIGION_SPHERE:LAWS]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:FIRE]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:FATE]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:DREAMS]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:DUTY]
[RELIGION_SPHERE:WAR]
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The dracon are unchanged except for reducing their river/lake/ocean support and increasing their plains/desert support.
There are also many other little changes to the raws. New weapons for the bigger races, new toys (the removal of all shoes for Vulpinan's. >.>), instruments, and the Tengu Tokin.
If you have anything in particular you want to add, mention it and it will be so.
Six civs done so far. Testing the Roshani now.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Nice whit the mod BTW, will you add !!elves!! soon to?))
Unfortunatly, many of the ideas you want for them to use are totally impossible. In the end, it may be better if they end up as a nuisence or sieger civ and not a playable one.
Either way, I'm working my way down the list slowly.))
Just copy ordinary elves, give some temprature flags, a glowtile, and some flavor text, maybe some mighty burn damage to the punch if you want.
Take the civ from dwarves, and make a reaction that makes prepared food from pitchblende.
Not perfect, but good enough.))
No, I'd much rather do this properly and work on each civ in turn. Right now i'm trying to figure out why Roshani adventurers refuse to wear clothing, and why every guard has on nothing but at <<Rope>>.
I'll get back to you when I get progress.
Either way, this is way OT. I will say nothing more of the mod for a few days.))
And sorry if seem to take control over the RP or do overpowered things, it's not my intent, it just happens as soon as I am involved in anything story-like, because I can't let go of a good idea. :( ))
Edit :((I think I am going to bed now, would probably be the wisest.))
[ May 29, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
code:
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪e.⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└≈≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Rç.♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣....♣♣.rΦ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......≡......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
ooc) Rugkadest becomes a Village in this turnand i move my expedition 1 tile NW and one tile W. RP next turn.
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪e.⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Rç.♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣....♣♣.rΦ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......≡......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
As it stands, I see no problem with the wraith, provided it can only be used in giant settlements which have a temple. Its cold attack would make it particularly dangerous to !!elves!!, though the whole good/bad thing is rather subjective isn't it? What classifies as good, what as bad, and what falls between the two? Anyways, I'm already cooking up an interesting plot for when Riet finally meets it, as I'm assuming it looks similar to an Ipetian dark one. Ah, the possibilities; I'm glad I added that backstory. In any case, I'll post my turn later today.))
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣Z♣÷z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪e.⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─≡── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ─────X┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣...ç.♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..R.♣....♣r..Φ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .......≡........ .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
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~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.»≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
-can move between settlements of the giants in less than one turn, no matter the distance
- inside of the settlements he can teleport at will
- touching him will freeze you to death in seconds, even if your body temperature is 600°. Imagine what it would do to the other races
- even if he is bound to your own settlements, he still makes your defence almost impenetrable
- judging by the fact that he is a bodyless ghost, he is probably invulnerable to most standard weapons
do I need to go on ? This is not just overpowered, it is god-modding.
Vimes son was already kind of overpowered, but considering he some sort of divine group-project, and will take about 60-80 turns to grow up, a time over which almost everyone will have massive armies who are capable of dealing with that kind of stuff, I have no objection against this half-god, because he is within reasonable boundaries.
your wraith is like a gigantic electric fence around your settlements.
and come on, your god is already on the map, together with your immortal champion, and an army of giants that are stronger than most things existing on the map.
Next thing we know and you will fill your moats with carp and break the game completely.
tl;dr : the wraith is TOO overpowered
I will take my turn later, I need to go buy groceries now.
-Yes, he can move between settlements in less than turn. That is one of the reasons i made him. To handle direct order giving from Hrafn between settlements fast and in RP way.
-Teleporting in settlements: Well, what else? He isnt much of a fighter in PHYSICAL sense, but can move fast. Either he moves really fast like thelash or he teleports. The giant settlements arent even that large, especially the outpost in question, so the distances arent even very long.
-The icy touch: well... i agree that this was all too overpowered, though i imagine all undead beings have this ability. It can be removed(unused in future) if that is your wish.
-Defense force? well, i dunno about that, i didnt plan to use him like that, eventhough i killed the !!elf!!. I'm quite sure that i can pull out something that restricts use like that. And above all, i am a supporter of fair play. The wraith was created more or less for storytelling purposes.
-True, but not entirely. He's only hard to hit, but he is not invulnerable.
Now please do try to express your points politely so that i might feel like making things more enjoyable for all. Nastying around doesnt get anyone anywhere.
edit: And i still think the wraith is quite cool idea that might lead to some interesting plot twists withing the game. This is RP afterall. Not a serious boardgame.
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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Madara was about to go to sleep, as he heard a sound at his window. A messenger crow from one of his ninjas came in to make a report. With great curiosity, he unfolded the paper wrapped around it's ankle and read. It was a somewhat detailed report about a village at the eastern coast, inhabited by these dog-monsters that "visited" this place not too long ago. With a face that was almost impossible to read, he formulated a plan in his mind. There was no time to sleep now. He had to meditate and contact Koga at once.
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(( It's up to you Imp how much my spy saw. He was scouting your village for a whole turn (last turn, he didn't move), so he had plenty time to watch. However, he can barely tell your Valtans apart, so his counts are only that accurate, lets say +/- 8. The report should include the number of civilians, the number of men at arms, a rough layout of the village, and whatever else might be of interest. Of course my spy has no access to more secret information. Consider your answer well, it will impact the outcome greatly))
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Koga immediatly understood the urgency of this order. When he first heared it, he was so shocked he almost lost concentration and broke the connection. Without losing any time, he ordered his men around, fullfilling his fathers wishes.
Within just a few days, the ship anchored in Eientei was filled with fod and water, and 15 men in arms. From Eientei, it moved to Mahoyiga, were the rest of the troops would soon be gathered...
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Sanae let her eye fly over the surrouding land. It has been months since this settlement was founded, and it was about time to greet the neighbours.
She send out a group of 5 men, 2 diplomats, 1 merchant, and 2 guards, to scout the surrounding land for any signs of life.
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(( The ninja who went to the west is moving another tile westwards. The ship in Eientei is now in Mahoyiga, preparing to leave))
Mohayiga+harbour: town : 98
Eientei: village: 40
Murakami: hamlet : 30
Makai : outpost : 17
Divine shrine : cloister : 5
The ship of Eientei: 15 men in arms, 6 trained warriors, 9 unskilled fighters
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>OOC: what I have observed about the wraith:-can move between settlements of the giants in less than one turn, no matter the distance
- inside of the settlements he can teleport at will
- touching him will freeze you to death in seconds, even if your body temperature is 600°. Imagine what it would do to the other races
- even if he is bound to your own settlements, he still makes your defence almost impenetrable
- judging by the fact that he is a bodyless ghost, he is probably invulnerable to most standard weapons
do I need to go on ? This is not just overpowered, it is god-modding.
Vimes son was already kind of overpowered, but considering he some sort of divine group-project, and will take about 60-80 turns to grow up, a time over which almost everyone will have massive armies who are capable of dealing with that kind of stuff, I have no objection against this half-god, because he is within reasonable boundaries.your wraith is like a gigantic electric fence around your settlements.
and come on, your god is already on the map, together with your immortal champion, and an army of giants that are stronger than most things existing on the map.
Next thing we know and you will fill your moats with carp and break the game completely.tl;dr : the wraith is TOO overpowered
</STRONG>
I have one idea for the wraith that I think would be ok, here's a list of properties:
He can teleport anywhere inside temples, and can always telepot back to his master, but outside he must just move at say the speed of a fast ninja, he can walk thought walls.
He is completely incorporeal, meaning that he can not be harmed by anything physical (possibly magic, but mostly invulnerable).
Hes tuch causes a very unpleasant and frightening freezing feeling, but can actually do anything physical. He can however be extremely frightening in sound and appearance, and might use that in combat.
He can't sense auras from just feelings, maybe those from divine magic like gods themselves or Iten, and even then only for short distances. Actually he has only a sense of hearing (about dog quality), and a bad blurry half blind vision as his only senses.
How does that sound to you, powerful but still lots more balanced?))
Gouzzi looked around his village. He was quite worried. It had been far to long since he had heard from the settlement groups. His engineers had finished one section of road. Gouzzi decided that he would send out another group of searchers, to try to find his leader.
The settlement's population is reduced to 14. The rest go down the road and are currently mingling with the Engineers.
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The settlement group meanwhile, was not doing to well.
Yankee had gotten lost. His zefies stayed loyal, yet he felt very guilty for making them wander around. He really wondered whether or not the forest had some type of magic protecting it. They eventually ended up in a small clearing. Again. Felu groaned. "Yankee, do you think I can give every blade of grass here a name? We see them so often. Ya know?"
Yankee started to reply when theentire vicinity was wrethed with dark purple smoke. Felu called out, "GAS! GAS! QUICK BOYS!"
There were several seconds of fumbling. Then a voice called out, "Oops, sorry for alarming you guys. I'mthe god who was put in charge of you."
Yankee was able to make out the form of the god Strife Exasperated from the months of travel, Yankee motioned for everyone to sit down. The conference with a god. Strife motioned, and a barrel of rootbeer suddenally appeared. "I see you need a bit of work on your navigation Yankee. Here, have drink."
"I don't want to be a micromanager. I'll give you a bit of help here, but probbly no more. This clearing would make a very good spot for the capital. Also, here is a map of the world, as it is right now.
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"Have fun figuring it all out Yankee. Also as a 'you're not lost anymore' present, here."
In a smaller cloud of smoke, Strife vanished. In his place were three huge barrels. There was also ten warthogs (animal, not plane). Yankee was alarmed at first, but they proved to be tame in the extreme. The barrels were full of rottbeer that was not very tame. Felu picked up the map and handed it to Yankee. "I sort of wish that there was a legend. Are we the z?"
"We'll figure it out later Felu. For now, ESTABLISH HOPEGEM, THE CAPITAL OF THE ZEFIE CONGLMERATE! Let's get to work, people."
Strife pulls out his drawing of the landship again, and replaces the bastilla with a cannon. He thinks for a moment. Stife sighs, crumples the paper up and throws the paper behind his shoulder. It nearly obliterates the Irish Pub that the !!elves!! built. He doesn't notice the small creatures grab the scematics. . .
-The wraiths touch, though not as powerful as before, should be able to harm the victim in someway (like paralyzing them from fear or something like that. Remember barrow wights from Lord of the rings?)
-To add, i am going to retain wraiths control over weather, since that actually fits Ukko's pantheon. Also, i must insist that he retains his abilities to manipulate beings and items with his mind in order to have some way to affect the world around him.
-about the senses, your suggestions actually sound very good, though i would want to buff up his ability to hear. Also he would only see shadows and maybe more clearly things that are unnatural, like he would be always partially in the "shadow world" (Lord of the rings again)
What do you say? Also, before you say it, i am Not going down the path of reversing my actions. We're now making it so that futuru misuse would be avoided, but things have happened as they have, and your scout is dead Armok.
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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Population: 98-100?(based on Jamini's site size rules)Standing Military: +/-30 on-duty at any time, off-duty unknown
Civilian population: 50-70?
Town layout:
6 roughly circular groupings of structures(residential?)
semicircular harbor area on coast.
3 building facades carved into cliff face(purpose unknown)
Single main street connecting all sections.
Defenses: Approaches to north and south protected by trenches filled with seawater;
appear to be empty at low tide.
East border faces sea, cliff face to west appears impassable.
Countless vessels in harbor, all appear to be civilian.
That should be enough, although it may sound like a bit much. Don't worry, there's plenty I haven't revealed. ;)))
((EDIT: Fixed the page))
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
A gust of wind was felt again in the temple. The wraith appeared again in front of the main statue at the other end of the temple hall. The foxthing was trying to escape, Clumsily. With a lift his hand the doors to the slammed shut. Sliding to the shadows the wraith moved behind the foxthing, desperately trying to get through. Only one word echoed in his mind. Death. He raised his hands, ready to fry the being with the force of lighting when he abrubtly felt another force in his body. Irresistable force that told him to lower his hands and... talk to the thing! Curse that monster of being that his master was! Even here, he couldnt disobey him! Waves of hate poured into his mind, yet he couldnt but follow his orders.
The wraith let out a low hiss and spoke out to the being, that was still trying to escape through the closed doors. "Yoouuu... Arre... Heere..." It let out a hissing laughter and continued "WE... wisshh... to... TALK... to... Yuuoo..."
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Ragndir surveyed the horizon with an angry and totally fed up look in his face. The last of the campfires was behind him, now slowly fading. They had been racing to this campfire only to find out that noone was nearby, not even a distant dustcloud was there to tell about movement on the plains. Ragndir had been chasing shadows for how long? Months? Years? It was time to go home from this godforsaken land. The oracle could stuff his own staff into his arse.
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Uthargeshuds walls were being tored town. The storm giants worked feverishly to disassemble the old palisade when just as many were bringing large square stone blocks into the area. Farther away about 15 giants were busily digging a trench for stone road leading to Hrafngard. Taranis watched all this, his mind swelling with pride when observing the lives of the giants. He had led them to prosperity and decadence, conditions that were uncommon among usual giants. The townsfolk supported him fully and he was going to ask for permission to start building a keep in the middle of the town. Soon, they would have stone walls. Uthargeshud was growing fast.
(So, can uthargeshud advance to town? Its quite old, and considering its position is quite favourable it is growing fast)
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((
Hmm... If you DO reverse that action it's a deal Nhiphanter, and I still consider it a compromize.
I't is not that you cant kill him, but you did some serius RP errors and you are suposed to corect that.
Being riped apart by savages when insistin in civil rights=fun!
Being smatted like a fly just to not waste your time without you checking up on the char at all = bad.
Please? *puppy eyes*))</STRONG>
allright, allright, but that requires that jamini too modifies his post a bit.
He is A classical elven diplomat, that same kind that comes to be mordered again and again and again at dwarven forts and still are just as demanding, hypocratic and arogant.
The is to the deepest core a hypocrite, official, coward, liar, and generally unpleasant in personality.
He is also seriously insane, so never assume much anything about him.
If you want an example of his personality type thing baron Dirtys wife in Nist Akath.
As have said now several times he has an iron backpack whit lots of gems and valuable metals (including gold, aluminium, and titanium), and crafts from them. He has also various official diplomatic documents on aluminium tablets.))
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((Well, I did post something of it in my last RP post, maybe we could just go whit that?
</STRONG>
Well theres the problem that in jaminis last post regarding cenna, she hears the death cry of your diplomat/scout/whatever. We could always play it by that it is actually a scream of fear, requiring only a small bit of editing from both of us but none from Jamini.
I wanna make sure it sounds good with everyone before I do though.))
EDIT: That works, too. Something is just funny about elves and girlish screams.
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Iranineleni stood at the huge towering wooden gate in the palisade, these creatures must be huge and 2) be and evil to build such a thing, from wood…
He took a deep breath, mustered all his courage, and knocked hard on the door.
He then facepalmed as the gate caught on fire.
"Hello? Anybody there? Your door is on fire!" He shouted, oblivious to the fact there might be creatures the could not understand elven.
The giant guard was awoken from his slumer by some high piched yelling in a foreign language, he yawned, and leaned over the edge of the watchtower to se what was going on. He saw a few things.
For one thing, the gate was on fire, and burning briskly by now, and there was a creature there, jumping up and down and yelling whit his girlish voice at the flames.
The creature looked like an ordinary elf, except that the hair was on fire, and that it wore a kilt, pants, and a tunic made from red-hot iron, it also had a backpack made of iron.
Then the !!elf!! saw the guard and it eyes grew to the size of oranges (not literary, might be pointed out when talking about these kinds of magical creatures) and he let out a rather feminine scream of utter horror (that's what Cena heard), it soon drew out a plate made from some strange, silvery, and valuable-looking metal. It was full of strange writings and the !!elf!! began to read aloud from it whit shaking voice.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((There is one notable caracteristic of his personality that I might mention:
He is a great coward and doesn't even know what altruism is. However, due to the well refined brainwashing techniques of elves and also his fundamentally detestable personality; once fear reach the snapping point it flips over and he literary becomes a soulless, emotionless government automation, from merely being basicaly so.))
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The splash of water hit him in the face, the arms, and upper body, the pain was unbearable. There was a HUGE cloud of steam and he screamed without a pause to breath for three minutes before passing out. (For maybe 1-2 hours, that's what the giants have to work whit.)
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>(( This somehow reads like a comedy show))</STRONG>
((Also, I am very glad we got this working smoothly without a fight.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meanwhile, Armok looks down on the board and laughs heartily.
[ May 30, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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Aveceleba -
"all right, let's try something harder...let's summon a lesser fire spirit now." Dodek said into Kara's ear as she focused again, his clawed hand brushing a faint trail of dust that the wisp she had summoned left behind that had accumulated on the table from her last attempt. The vulpinan woman was progressing quickly in her studies, almost too quickly for the old summoner's tastes. In only a few short months she had become proficient in many of the basics of the craft, reaching a stage that most people took years of study and practice to master within a few short months. It was unsettling to the old summoner, to say the least.
However, Dodek did not let the progress of his best pupil deter him. Many of the other vulpinan's who had visited him to learn his magic had been turned away. Some lacked the temprament to properly bargin with the entities, other's the sheer magic power required, and more than one had been forcefully removed from attempting to take his belongings. While certainly not all of the vulpinan's were thieves, it seemed almost a running joke that an eight guild operated within the walls of the city, taking what it could from foreign visitors and merchants.
With reservations Dodek returned to the business at hand, watching as the vulpinan took two pieces of chalk in seperate handpaws and began scetching out symbols on the flat rock table that he had bought specifically for his craft. Even after nearly a year of interaction with the vulpinan woman, he still could not get over the dexterity of her people. Balancing on both of her right limbs, somehow she managed to lean over the low table and draw the protective symbols into it, the long lines of chalk going into the exact patterns of the barrier spell she had learned. It was a neccecity, at least when bargining with spirits of fire, to do so. When summoned the creatures were malevolent and violent, many of them would attempt to maim or kill their summoner, to either free themselves from their magic, or in an attempt to satisfy their violent natures. It was only with the barrier did any living creature have a chance at communing properly.
With a deep breath Karaman began to concentrate, her will pushing and pulling against reality. The actual act of summoning this spirit was not unlike that of summoning a whisp. Just the power was different, and the bait for the spirit had to be perfect.
Dodak felt a draw as she began the ritual, her voice muttering syllables of incantation as the magic swirled around her body tighter. Knotting up and rifting a bit of *this* against *that* as the fabric of reality began to shift slightly.
As the wind rushed past his face towards the rift, Dodek called out to Karaman "Good, now hold it steady and place your offering to the spirit. Just a small segment of your magic, enough to tempt it to listen to your bargin!"
Suddenly he felt a shift, a rumble almost of anger and digust that caused the floor of his house to shake. Kara's eyes flew open as the rift began to shudder and break apart, the palm of a flaming hand just visible through it. A great indecipherable voice boomed out, angry.
Suddenly the magic ceased, and Kara walked back from the table, shaken. "I'm sorry Dodek. I... don't know what happened."
The old summoner looked at her quizlically and shrugged as best as he could. "Perhaps... perhaps we were wrong to move ahead this quickly. Let's take a break shall we?"
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Kara furiously skipped a smooth rock over the surface of the river as she left the walls of the town, watching as a large fish under the surface quickly gulped the stone down before it could stop moving, causing the stone to disappear in a flash of scales. Unheeding, she racked her mind as to why she had failed to summon the spirit.
Five attempts, each of them meeting with failure. No matter what she did the creatures on the other end refused her. Laughing, shouting, jeering... Not that Dodek could see that. Only her senses had told her that her offer, one made exactly as the summoner suggested, was being ignored.
The chant, the protective spells, the preparation, the implementation, everything down to the very attire of an apprentice summoner. She had even taken to carrying a focusing stone like his, although she doubted it did anything good. So why... why, WHY, did it fail? Frustrated she leaned against a nearby tree. An ancient oak, untouched by her bretheren because of it's placement near the river. Removing it would have caused the topsoil to losen, potentially damaging the river. Letting herself slip halfway into a magical trance to cool her emotions, she thought once more to herself 'Why?'
'It's because you are not like them'
Kara catapulted from her resting position, nearly falling into the river before regaining her balance as a voice, gentle and calm touched her mind. Feverishly she looked around for the speaker, trying not to shiver as she thought about how something could talk in her mind.
'I am right here.' This time Kara was aware, actually understanding the voice and locating the thought. Her eyes widening in suprise, she reached forward to touch the old oak she had rested on. 'You... you can talk?'
With little emotion the tree replied, it's great voice melodic in her mind as she sank deeper into her trace. 'Yes, We trees always have listened and always have thought of your kind. Now that you have finally begun to tap into your magic my voice has been awakened to you.'
Kara shook her head, disbelivingly. This wasn't real, there was no way...'Dodek never told me anything like this. Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep at your roots and am I now imagining your voice'
'All of reality is a dream. All of your dreams are a potential reality.'
Kara shook, pinching the skin of a backpaw. Pain, she wasn't dreaming...'Wait what was that?'
The tree almost seemed to chuckle, it's intractable voice sprinkled with faint mirth, 'Pay that no heed. The explaination to why Dodek did not know is simple. His people are those of fire, living across the vast desert. They do not belong in the forest, and never before has one of their summoners come to see us.'
'How... how would you know that?'
'We trees have long memories and loud voices, at least to each other. My people remember the wars waged between his people and men. How they both cut us down mercilessly in order to spill the sap that runs in their viens. If your master, this Dodek, were to come to me I would not speak with him.'
'All right... but that does not explain why I cannot summon a fire spirit.'
'His people are of fire and air, all emotion and heat. Like the scorching deserts they claim as their home they are quick to come to an opinion and even quicker to act upon it. While your people share with them that fluid freedom that is the sky, you lack the internal fire they contain to call upon the same spirits. You, Karaman Amanela, are of water. There is little more Dodek can teach you that you cannot learn yourself.'
'But... how can I start? How should I start? He was my guide, my teacher. I hardly know where to begin without some form of guidence'
'Trust in yourself Kara, and remember: trust in the whisps.'
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Wolk looked quietly at all the empty space that had been occupied such a short time ago. Blijzon had lost nearly half its inhabitants to the army marching off to rescue Riet. Now, while not quiet a ghost town, it was certainly more quiet. Wolk had gotten somewhat used to the noise, and now it was gone. The real question was, what to do if the army came back? While there had been plenty of food during Blijzon's brief tenure as a city, it would have been better if there was more space to live in.
This gave Wolk a good idea. If some of the population of Blijzon was sent to make another outlying hamlet, they could easily import all the food needed from the surrounding plains. Then, they could expand more in the area around Blijzon, without worrying about running out of arable land. It would make the village even more quiet, but perhaps it was worth it. After all, they had to be ready for anything, including the return of the army.
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The army had finally reached the old location of Westengebied. Snel noticed the obvious signs that something had been here besides Ipetians. The tracks, or what was left of them, were huge. They seemed to have come in from the north, then moved off to the west. If he remembered correctly, that was where Riet had last been seen. Everyone was tired though, and some of the nests were still intact. Snel suggested to the other officers that they rest there for the night. In the morning they would move off west and try to find Riet, or what was left of him.
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((So Riet moves southeast, then east, Silis continues east, and the army moves west. A migrant group goes out of Blijzon straight south and founds Klaarweide, Ready Plains. This migrant group was hamlet sized, and so Blijzon is demoted to a village, though Klaarweide starts out as a hamlet.))
Dodek would probably start to notice that Kara can't use the fire ones, and may begin to try other ones instead if Karamara still tries to learn from him. But he cannot help with anything to do directly with forests or pure water as the tree said. He's a bit weak in the earth field as well.))
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Originally posted by Greiger:
<STRONG>((Awesome, You got it perfectly, and I told you little to nothing about the summoning stuff. Indeed different races have different affinities.Dodek would probably start to notice that Kara can't use the fire ones, and may begin to try other ones instead if Karamara still tries to learn from him. But he cannot help with anything to do directly with forests or pure water as the tree said. He's a bit weak in the earth field as well.))</STRONG>
((Honestly, I don't think she'll learn a lot more from him. In a little while I'm going to write a bit concerning Larika and Kara's move for this turn. Let's just say thing will get interesting. ^^))
I realized that despite having posted a lot in the thread I haven't actually done my turn, so it might be a bit little of it. I will at some point do some more general stuff over all these turns half-missed.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Åç♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ────X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..ç..♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣...r♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......R.≡....... Φ....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 49 !!elves!! (degraded to hamlet) (-1 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 27 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+8 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 19 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 100 !!elves!!
((Fothacema continues east.
Iranineleni "negotiates", currently unconscious due to pain.
Efil-inira has far since stagnated under the weight of red tape.
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
There is quite a bit of science and development going on, mostly by Ilecaaye.
The great tower is constructed to about 40m so far, the inside stairs whit supports is reaching a bit higher however, maybe to 60m.))
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.)
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician. (making science in Ariquemera.)
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat (travelling east from Efil-inira)
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout. (“talking” whit the giants)
quote:
Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>(( This somehow reads like a comedy show))</STRONG>
Anything that involves elves, exclamation marks, nuclear power, and elves screaming will usually read like a comedy show.
quote:
Originally posted by Strife26:
<STRONG>Anything that involves elves, exclamation marks, nuclear power, and elves screaming will usually read like a comedy show.</STRONG>
(( :D
Well spoken!
I think I'm going to bed soon, I'll have to take all the internal affairs of the !!elf!! cities tomorrow. Most of it is logs in past tense anyway.))
The campsite was getting too old to Hjolfs tastes, and he was preparing to finally get back to the outpost. They were probably thinking he was dead by now.
He hadn't marched but a few miles when he heard a screech of a giant eagle above him. Lifting his head he peered at the bird. "Ill eat my pants if that's not a messenger bird..." he muttered and kicked at a lump of moss. In few seconds his suspicion was confirmed, after seeing him the giant eagle suddenly started plummeting down to him. In a moment, it was sitting on his shoulder.
Taking the tightly rolled letter from its leg, Hjolf began to read it. The letter was actually a rather short request, that since he was able to survive in wilderness for so long like this, he would be an ideal scout to move towards east. Burning the letter on his hickory pipe Hjolf wondered what had moved in the head of whoever that was currently in charge at the settlement. What he was now? 500 years old? He had been the oldest giant to come to this world, even the oracle was only some 270-300 years old. Muttering something Hjolf collected his stuff and reversed his direction of travel.
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ────X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣...r♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......R.≡....... Φ....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ -┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘..K~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ───X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣...r♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......R.≡....... Φ....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
- ooc Turn 15 and 16 ----------------------------------------------
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Town
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Village
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Outpost
In turn 15 & 16 almeftikbo was founded. For RP it counts as part of Karatomca without the defence advantage of the Tower. My Expedition goes 2 West and 2 North.
Jamini did you move Ter and Graed in the last turns?
- Turn 16 ---------------------------------------------------------
- Rugkadest -
"Well that the third floor when. how deep do you think is this Mine."
"Very deep. Our diver has seen 5 additional floors and the mainshaft we have discovered on this floor goes more than 100 metres down but it is dark down there so our diver couldnt see anything."
"What about our pumps? Can we drain that additional floors in the next months?"
"I think not without the this mechanical pumps we had discovered. The water from the surrounding area is leeking in to fast."
"I see i had send a Message to Leam last Month and Leam replied that hes sending Ter and Aris as soon as Ter arrives Karatomca."
"Good to hear. Lets change the theme , the first Ore-Transport is ready so i think its time to move your office in some other location."
"Ohhh i thought i would have another Month or so well then get 3 Worker and lets move my office onto my new boat."
"One last thing sir, i believe we should build a smelter so we can revine the ore here."
"Hmmm very good idea. plan it and build it but before you do that repair the sewer system on this floor it stinks like roting fish down here."
"Yes sir."
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Nothing realy important happens in this 2 turns as long Graed or Riet arent doing something or saying.
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Now the real problem was storing the electricity. The batteries they had built with iron were not very good. If only they could get their hands on something more useful.
On another note, the Shadow Concil had not yet decided if we should contact other races we know about. A Pringer was not far south of the settlement. If the embassador the Thelash sent to the Koneko was to meet with the Pringers, it would be of no consequence since they were unlikely to be able to communicate.
Helesh chased those thoughts from his mind, after all it was not his duty. Instead he focused on the airship.
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((since no one is bothering moving Kira, I'll do so))
Kira and Shehal were slowly progressing southwards, back home. Both were not used to the terrain, and Shehal did nothing in the way of conversation, only answering direct questions with short sentences. Kira once tried to strike up a conversation about their respective families but decided not to pursue that line after learning that Shehal's relatives were all dead.
What was even more unsettling for Kira was that although Shehal looked rather young, she was in her nineties, something that the Koneko could not accept easily.
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ────X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂t$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣...r♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......R.≡....... Φ....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(47)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ≡┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δ────X─┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..÷≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣...r♣♣..Φ Φt♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......R.≡....... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
It has been a months since Madara left Murakami, together with 10 of his best men, and he was growing impatient. The ship with the men Koga promised should have arrived days ago. His men were growing restless. When the ship finally arrived, it was a great relieve. The vessel, complete with not only 50 soldiers, but also rations and water for the long march were a great boost for their morale.
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OOC: Imp, please check your PMs
Mohayiga+harbour: town : 57
Eientei: village: 44
Murakami: hamlet : 21
Makai : outpost : 17
Divine shrine : cloister : 5
Madara's army: 60 men in arms, 40 untrained dsoldiers, 15 trained soldiers, 5 elite soldiers
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
My computer is going to be out of commission for the next week, and my time to check this thread will be very short, not nearly enough to write a proper RP.
Akroma will be in charge of changing turns while i'm gone. He's proven in the past to be fairly willing to reliably change the turn orders.
For my moves, they will be as such:
Karamara will offer to try and help Larika find her way home, effective immediatly. Once there she will try and broker trade relations and get a trade route set up. If anything untoward happens to them en'route I leave Impending Doom responsible for keeping her alive. Iten will remain in Aveceleba until she returns, under the care of Dodek and his wife. (Please keep them out of RP's unless Aveceleba is attacked. If the vulpinan capital is placed under siege while I'm gone then Dodek will use his summons and Mranna will use her own 'special' brand of magic. Which is a form of necromancy that binds summoned spirits to dead bodies indefinably. Obviously it's very experimental and a capable human could easily take on two or three undead in combat. However these living dead have no mind and no fear, and the force animating them doesn't stop until the creature is fully dismembered, as even individual limbs will attempt to follow their master's orders.) Fortuantly, the dracon woman does rather like the little furball... as much as she likes anyone at least.
Kireal will maintain power in Romilath, and will use that to place a high tariff on any goods bought in his marketplace. Obviously, merchants can avoid the tariff by bypassing the city, but doing so is long, difficult, and irritating. Generally it's just not worth the effort.
The migration in the west will continue until they meed Graed. Graed will spend only one turn in the Roshani town.
Cenna will say anything in order to survive her particular predicament. Revealing all she knows about Liliaceleba. The defenses of the town are as follows:
1 earthen palaside and moat. The palaside is thick and heavy, having taken many months to finish. Normally two vulpinan's patrol around the outside during times of peace.
1 - Elite Bowman (Grand Master) + Competent Swordsvupi + Adept Ambusher + Trapper: Raom. He has a few stacks of iron bolts hidden, however mostly he uses bone bolts made from fish bones, his bow is an artifact. In DF terms he would be Very Agile, Strong, and Unbelievably Tough.
1 - Accomplished Bowman + Swordsvulpi (Absent) : Graed. He is currently away, however it is prudent to mention his ability since the storm giants are very close to Liliaceleba. His bow is wooden, and he prefers alder arrows. His stats in DF terms would be Agile, Extremely Strong, Tough
5 - Professional Bowmen + Spearvulpi + Competent Wrestler: These three men and two women serve as the town guard. Generally they patrol the wall in shifts, normally two at a time. Since Gread has left the midnight patrol has been one short. They carry wooden bows and arrows, as well as three wooden spears each.
3 - Competent Bowmen + Expert Ambushers: These three are the hunters for Liliaceleba. Although they have no formal military training they are quite good with their bows and good at not being seen. In the case of a fight these three will act as scouts, guides, and as auxiliary fighters.
4 - Wood Cutters(1 Absent) / 1 Miner : These five members of the town are auxiliary forces. They are all Very Strong and Very Tough, but none of them are particularly fast. There are suits of armor for each of them in addition to their copper weapons (which double as tools of their trade) and enough bucklers in the armory for each of them to be considered *technically* fully equipped.
Karamara's notable skillsare as follows:
Expert Cartographer, Novice Ambusher, Novice Magic User (water affinity), Novice Consoler, Competent Conversationalist, Proficient Judge of intent ,Adept Negotiator,Talented Pacifier, Adept Persuader.
She is Perfectly Agile, but has no other stat boosts aside from her immortality (which all heroes have. making them immune to aging effects, but not to getting killed by mortal means.)
Finally. Heph, I'm not certain if they have moved. I was assuming you were moving them since your hero is in the group, technically putting it under your control. :/
Either way, Graed will quickly lay down a basic trade agreement, and leave the next turn to meet up with the migrant group and have them set up a settlement between Liliaceleba and your lake.
Offer: Wood, Pottery, High Quality Crafts, Cloth, High Quality Clothing
Requesting: Stone, Certain medicinal herbs only found in wetlands, glass.
A trade of technology would not be a bad thing either. Vulpinan's have an extensive lore for medicine that probably could benefit the Roshinani. However, the roshani should be wary. While many vulpinan's are like Raom and Graed, very trustworthy and hard workers, others are very *good* thieves. I'm not talking just about klepto pickpockets like Cenna either. Catburglers, swindlers, con-men, and the whole lot exist in vulpin society, and many are part of a very real nation-wide thieves guild based in Aveceleba (indeed, the thieves guild is more unified than the governments.) The reason not much has been mentioned about them is that they have very a very stringent code about not stealing from locals and kinsmen. However, foreigners and other species are fair game.
I'm not saying don't trade. Just be wary that I will have a *lot* to post when i get back, and much of it may be a very nasty surprise if you let my traders get too close.))
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
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"Wow Leam thats a very good Tradepost. I hope our new friend are coming soon."
"Yeah i hope so too i havent seen Ter in years."
"What did you do about that little Kleptomania problem of the Vulpians?"
"Oh nothing special. The Depotship and the Traderraft are very agile so we can move them easily at last 300 metres from our next Raft or Houseship as long as Traders are here. We have some very good locks installed too, Guards and some baits for the real kleptomaniacs. If they steal to much we can set up a Tax for trade based on the value of the Stolen things which should prevent them from stealing to much."
"And if you catch a thief what would you do then?"
"Well i dont like prisons so much but i think we should imprison them and let them work as penalty. We could offer them education Food and Housing in and after the time of theyr penalty like we do to our kind. You know the old saying "Give a future and get peace." "
"You should make that a point in the negotiations with the Vulpinian Ambassador."
"Your right Aris i will set it on the list."
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Also to Nhiphanter, Iranineleni isn't dead, just passed out from pain, the effect of that water had about the same splashing a bucket of liquid nitrogen over an armored knight would have (due to the iron cloths).
Also, when the giants handle him remember that he is still just as hot. ))
After most of the party goers had fallen asleep, Riet was approached by the mad Nietzsche. Riet had already been told of Nietzsche's condition, and as such was not surprised when the babbling madman came up to him, embraced him, and began weeping. "There, there, now," said Riet, patting Nietzsche on the back, "You have been punished in a far more terrible way than I could ever inflict. I have forgiven you for acting against me. Let us be comrades instead of enemies."
Nietzsche looked up; there was no lucidity in his eyes. He croaked out, "Fenneth, Fenneth..."
Riet looked back with pity. "I don't know where he is, but I promise to help you find him." Nietzsche, however, continued to mumble. Riet sighed, and put a blanket over the poor Ipetian. How could he feel anger towards this huddled, shivering mass? No, in Riet's heart there was only empathy, and sadness that such a mind was wasted. But what could he do? It wasn't like Fenneth just came whenever Riet called. Gods are not meant to be trifled with. Riet was sure that Nietzsche would be healed in his own time. For now, it was time for a little more drink, and then some sleep.
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Wolk was standing, contemplating a still pool, when he was startled by Stilte. Stilte was Blijzon's finest hunter and ambusher, and also an excellent poet. But Wolk guessed he hadn't come to get read off a new stanza. Looking back at the pool he thought out loud, "It would be nice to live in a world like this pool. Every fish, shrimp and spider has its place, and the though the water may move under the surface, at least it appears to be calm."
Stilte thought about it for a moment, then picked up a pebble, and threw it into the water. "The problem with still appearances it that any outside force can easily mess things up."
Wolk watched the ripples multiply, and then turned over to Stilte. "What is it?" he said bluntly.
Stilte looked around, and said, "On my last hunting trip, I noticed an odd creature, clad in black, watching me."
Wolk was facinated; this was interesting news, though time would tell whether it was good or bad. "Did it realize you saw it?"
"No, I don't think so," replied Stilte, "You know me, I'm a hunter; the best way of watching an animal is to make sure it doesn't know it's been noticed."
Wolk thought about it for a moment. "I want you to take ten of our best hunters, catch whatever it is, and bring it back here alive and unharmed."
Stilte smiled. "Sure thing, it shouldn't be a problem; whatever it was, it didn't look like it knew its way around a forest."
A week later, Wolk heard that Stilte had returned. He came into the town with a bound creature in tow. Stilte and his men put it down. "Well," commented Stilte, "that was by far the best hunt I've ever had. This odd fellow was neigh impossible to find. Even when we did locate some tracks, we were only able to catch him while he slept, and after hours of preparation on our part, he still put up one helluva fight. If there had been another like him, I think it might have been us that were the hunted."
Wolk stared at the weird creature. Glancing at Stilte, he said "Good work," and then immediately turned his attention back to the visitor. "So, our first contact with another race. I have a mere three questions for you. The first is the most obvious and the most simple. Can you understand me?"
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((Since Jamini won't be around for a while, I suppose we're all keeping track of how our settlements are growing. Blijzon grows back into a town.
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Blijzon - Joyous Sun : C forest, W side : Ipetian : Town
Heuvelhorloge - Hill watch : W of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Omhelzingbos - Forest's Embrace: N of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Klaarweide - Ready Plains : S of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
As for the captured ninja, Akroma, the ball's in your court as to his answer.))
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...P~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...⌂£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.R..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Nothing much to say: Morindus and Elirah break camp and start heading back.))
"What... What did I miss?"
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X-2 looks about the prosperous little camp with relative lack of interest, considering that he'd been there several years and done pretty much nothing of note.
"It feels as if laziness of our father above is stifling us, HM?"
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Xotes peers down at the board, specifically at X-2, and his face glowers red upon hearing that statement.
"Why, that little!"
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.R..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
(So yeah. X-2 is currently at work road-making with his special powahs.
I know I suck at this. Don't remind me.)
Also, I am not sure if I’m going to have much time tomorrow.
It’s sad; this game would be much more fun if everybody had infinite time and no outside interference… :(
Hopefully I’ll get a little more time in a few days, but not certainly.
I dunno how the turns actually go but here is the one after my last one.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.⌂. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....♣♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲e⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂e~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.R..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (degraded to hamlet) (-1 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 35 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+8 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 26 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 105 !!elves!!
((Fothacema continues east. (Two tiles because it’s mountains) (how much does he see of the dracon works and the dessert from an large hill in that tile?)
Iranineleni "negotiates", currently unconscious due to pain.
A new scout, Amizoimi, sets out from Efil-inira towards the north. ([T_WORD:COMET:amizo] [T_WORD:CHILD:imi])
Efil-inira has far since stagnated under the weight of red tape.
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
There is quite a bit of science and development going on, mostly by Ilecaaye.
The great tower is constructed to about 50m so far, the inside stairs whit supports is reaching a bit higher however, maybe to 60m.
Communications by light is established between the towers, Ariquemera declares independence. (I am hopefully going to do some after-the-fact history book page thing to explain all this later) ))
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.) ([T_WORD:CRAWL:awidi] [T_WORD:PAPER:yane] [T_WORD:VERMIN:nirica])
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician. (Making science in Ariquemera.)
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat (travelling east from Efil-inira)
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout. (“Talking” whit the giants)
Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement. (travelling north from Efil-inira)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I agree whit Riet, Fenneth, you was kind of cruel towards Nietzsche” Armok accuses, looking up from the board for a moment.
“Now I’m of to get some more snacks” And Armok disappears.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((Just some general facts that I don’t really have the time or willpower to make into proper RP:
Fothacema is happy about the monotony ending, travelling mountains again, and seeing the dessert.
Amizoimi is something in between Fothacema and Iranineleni.
Yanenirica-Awidi is just some fun char I thought up.
There is of coarse more science in Ariquemera, hopefully I can get in some summary of it in later posts again.
There is lots of stuff about the ongoing in the !!elf!! cities in general I have just never gotten to tell.))
Armok your ‼elf‼ can see Campcastle well enough to know that is a decent sized settlement, can also see some smoke on clear days coming from within the settlement, the metalworking district working with what little coal and wood they can get is making the smoke. The ‼elf‼ can also make out (with enhanced elven vision) the road, and some figures traveling on it, but they are too distant to make any details.
At night there are many campfires scattered within a few miles of campcastle, which is the military on patrols and exercises and along the road structures are also more visible due to the light of the fires inside. If thats a smart ‼elf‼ they may notice that the dracon have difficulty with the cold nights. There are no scout patrols at night. And even if they see the ‼elf‼ at night, they cannot investigate until daylight.
It should also be known that while famous heroes and such often worked with elves, they generally dislike them. Not to the point of outright hostility, but they would treat any elf suspiciously, particularly one on fire. High ranking clergy and magicians know elven from their land, but it's up to you if it's the same or a different elven. The high priest can cast a spell{Tongues} to allow her to speak and understand any language if necessary.))
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⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣zZ=z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲e⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂e~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐♣⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....♣.R..♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
EDIT: I need to check my profile more often. I sent a response to a PM I received too. I assume you watch this thread anyway. ;)
[ May 31, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└≡⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
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~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
the engineer group
(15 zefies w/ engineer training, currentally in Hopegem.)
After spening an alarmingly long period of time building the first section of road from Angelshield, the engineers had been greatly pleased by the reinforcements from Gouzzi. With the help, they finished in no time at all. They were very pleased at the founding of Hopegem, Yankee had made it out alright after all. They spent a bit of time setting up the beginings of a paliside, then prepared to build roads to the location of the future mountain fort.
Settlement group C
(21 zefies, heading south.)
Gearm and her band of 20 zefies from the reinforcements that Angelshield had sent haad benn told to procede south and slightly east until they found to border of the forest, there they would establish a fort to withstand any army.
Felu's group
(20 zefies and Felu the blob)
After he had helped with the original setting up of Hopegem, Felu had been ordered west by Yankee. The prince had told Felu to set up when the terrian changed. The engineers told him that they would be laying road behind him, so Felu detailed he zefies to mark good paths with strips of cloth.
Messenger zefie
(not on map, lone dude who's traveling back and forth to hopegem and angel)
Natin really wondered what he had been thinking when he had told Gouzzi that he was an excellent distance traveller. He had completed his mission when he found Yankee and told him the Gouzzi was wondering what was up, but Natin, as per usual, had been given more work. Ask Gouzzi to apoint a competent mayor and procede to Hopegem. Grumble. Natin then thought more about the warthogs that he had seen in the capital. They might be big enough to ride. . .
Yankee
(in hopegem)
The construction of his (HIS?) fortress was going okay. It was not even asgood a spot for defense as the mud covered logs on a hill, but it would have to do. Once he could find stone, Yankee would raise walls to rival his old home. Yet, for now, trees had to be cleared, houses built, farms plowed, wagons constructed, plans to be made. Gouzzi really had a good mind for this. Yankee wished that he would get here soon.
Angelshield farming 21 zefies+Gouzzi Hamlet Moderate defense
Hopegem Capital/wood 50 zefies+yankee Village Low defense
Felu group Settlement, west 20 zefies+felu Min. trained + one elite
settlement group C South 21 zefies Min training
engineer group Hopegem (not in population total) Some crossbow training
**Can groups move diagnaly?
((oh, and for those who think the Tengu look like birds:
(http://park5.wakwak.com/~semilog/japan/tengu.jpg)
They do have very small wings on their back, but they do not need them to fly. The flying is more of magical nature
))
The ninja sat crosslegged at the bottom of the cage. This was the greatest embarrassement he had ever felt. He, the second best spy of the Tengu, captured by these primitive creatures. Deer-demons, wearing nothing but a hood, their bottom completely exposed, as they were unable to feel shame and embarrassement with their primitive brains. Their houses were simple wooden huts, not even build of stone, architectural primitive, something even some animals were capable of. And now they were adressing him, in their ugly primitive language, probably not even aware that there are languages other than their own. Disgusting.
Completely ignoring his captors, he sat down to meditate. The knot that was tying him down was as primitive as it's makers, all he needed would be 10 minutes without supervision and he would be gone with the clouds...
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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"It's time," adressed Madara his first seated squad leader."Bring the men in position and await my signal. If you don't get a signal in 2 hours, you know what to do."
With these words, the Tengu rose into the sky above the city, low enough for their presence to be noticed, but high enough to be passed as vultures circling above the city. They were nervous. It was their first time, even for the trained soldiers.
Lord Madara knocked at the city doors with his golden staff.
"I am Lord Madara of The Awe-inspiring Wheels Of Fortune! I am here to discuss urgent matters with the Lord of this city!"
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Not knowing that on the others side of the ocean her father was waging war, Sanae was on a mission of peace. After a long march, she and her group finaly spotted a native city. With the friendliest smile she could muster, she moved towards the city of what appeared to be dwavres fo some kind.
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Mohayiga+harbour: village : 77
Eientei: village: 59
Murakami: hamlet : 29
Makai : hamlet : 23
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 60 men in arms, 40 untrained dsoldiers, 15 trained soldiers, 5 elite soldiers
I assume everyone has read the latest Threetoe story, mine are the same kind of elves as those there, and some are or could just as well be the exact same individuals.
Except tortured for eternity, put on fire, and withhold from all of nature in the mountains, that is.
I have been waiting for answers about Iranineleni for quite long now
Warning for the monster post…))
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (degraded to hamlet) (-7 since last turn) (It will probably be stable at this for basically forever, because the emigration to Ariquemera will balance growth)
Ariquemera: 35 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+8 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 26 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 105 !!elves!!
((Fothacema continues east and spots Campcastle, setting course towards it and will arrive next turn. (Two tiles because it’s mountains)
Iranineleni "negotiates", currently unconscious due to pain.
A new scout, Amizoimi, sets out from Efil-inira towards the north. ([T_WORD:COMET:amizo] [T_WORD:CHILD:imi])
Efil-inira has far since stagnated under the weight of red tape.
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
There is quite a bit of science and development going on, mostly by Ilecaaye.
The great tower is constructed to about 50m so far, the inside stairs whit supports is reaching a bit higher however, maybe to 60m.
Communications by light is established between the towers, Ariquemera declares independence. (I am hopefully going to do some after-the-fact history book page thing to explain all this later) ))
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.) ([T_WORD:CRAWL:awidi] [T_WORD:PAPER:yane] [T_WORD:VERMIN:nirica])
Ilecaaye, ground-breaking geologist: grand-master miner, grand legendary geologist, talented metalworker, master chemist, skilled mechanic, master mathematician. (Making science in Ariquemera.)
Fothacema, scout/diplomat: professional scout, skilled ranger, talented diplomat (travelling east from Efil-inira)
Iranineleni, lawyer: professional lawyer, professional diplomat, skilled organizer, novice politician, dabbling jackass, dabbling scout. (“Talking” whit the giants)
Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement, novice cartographer. (Travelling north from Efil-inira)
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“I agree whit Riet, Fenneth, you was kind of cruel towards Nietzsche” Armok accuses, looking up from the board for a moment.
“Now I’m of to get some more snacks” And Armok disappears.
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On the governments of Efil-inira and Ariquemera:
Efil-inira is a strict despotic communist community under Acathiima, by The Seat of Authority that nobody can disobey, and partially her double-faced right hand Yanenirica-Awidi.
In structure it is heavy on form and paperwork, something in between ancient Rome, France before its famous revolution, and soviet Russia.
Indeed; in Efil-inira elves put fire on YOU. :)
Ariquemera is in many ways the complete opposite, informal and efficient. Its basically some form of hippy-like socio-anarchy were everyone knows everyone and share everything.
The social structure is based primarily on scientific authority, the community is in practice lead by the “professors”, 10 or so leading scientists at various areas and also all close friends, and these in turn are headed by Ilecaaye, who claims no authority but who’s word is more or less law, because everyone knows by experience he is ALWAYS right.
This structure is far superior in all except one area: it completely and utterly crashes as soon as the population goes over 150 or so.
This structure makes science in Ariquemera explosive, they have already modern day materials or better (due to magic) when it comes to metal, however none of the plastic or carbon-based materials.
However, due to population and the lack of any kind of economy there can be no real industrial revolution.
When it comes to mechanics and precision manufacture they are at steam age level.
They have no electricity or explosive, or anything that requires flammables, however they can drive steam engines whit magical/nuclear alloys, making then in practice go on water only.
Of course, the tech continues to evolve constantly.
Mostly none of this tech has spread to Efil-inira.
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Fothacema had been travelling for two years now, and had the endless plains continued he would have turned around again months ago, however the last month or two he had finally been travelling mountains again.
Still, he was going to turn back from this meaningless travel anyways.
Then he stepped up yet another hill and a completely new landscape lay before him.
The desert was even huger and flatter than the plains, but almost by the horizon was a thin line. That could only be a road.
Then, his eyes wandered north, and he saw the city, and he immediately knew that was were he was going.
He set of towards it, a new glint in his eyes and strength in his legs.
He was finally going to see other living creatures again.
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Structure of Efil-inira and Ariquemera:
Efil-inira has the design of a 2d version dwarf fort, there is a notable difference between the outer old sections that were designed to be as open to the air and sky as possible, and the newer, richer parts that are more efficiently planed. The outer sections are absolutely horrible for defences and most defensive structures are in the one corridor between the new and the old section. The Seat of Authority and the tunnel to Ariquemera are the deepest and most defended parts. The outer parts are empty now due to the decreased population, even no guars because they are either in the “lighthouse” or the defence perimeter between old and new part. The old parts are really ruins, and were it not for the light in the “lighthouse” at night sending messages back and fourth to both Ariquemera and various travellers nearby one could believe to have happened upon a ghost city.
Efil-inira has a militia of about 20 bow!!elves!! equipped approximately like Amizoimi below, minus the backpack and diplomatic stuff and plus helmets indicating rank.
Ariquemera is more reliant on technology for it’s defence, the only access tunnel coming from Efil-inira has only two breaches; one directly to the beautiful river bank, the other to an hot pressurized underground spring, both are blocked by massive titanium clad iron floodgates linked to a mechanism so that if one closes the other opens, this mechanism is controlled from a room whit a thick water-, pressure- and heatproof glass window so the guards can see everyone arriving. There are also several more classical weapon traps in case the water one fails.
The settlement itself is elongated along the banks of the river, most “buildings” have a window towards the big cavern and almost every room a window.
The Professors make sure there is always 33% more living space than inhabitants.
There are also many warehouses, workshops, and laboratories in the city, ass well as many a cavern room dedicated to various abandoned half-finished engineering projects.
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Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: (Travelling north from Efil-inira, nearby the zefies)
Skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement, novice cartographer.
Inventory:
• <<Iron>> (fine formal but practical armless iron dress and pants studded whit aluminium, and some tungsten jewellery, including a diplomat crown.)
• ¤Titanium composite bow¤ (these are great weapons, this one is not at all like the marvels from Ariquemera, but has still quite better aim and trice the range of a normal wooden bow.)
• =Magnesium tipped iron arrow=[50] (Looks like quite ordinary arrows at first, good quality, heavier than wooden ones. However the neat thing is the magnesium tip, that an !!elf!! can put on fire before letting fly. That stuff burns “at a temperature of approximately 2500 K (2200 °C, 4000 °F)”! This also makes them very visible at a distance, they look quite like a modern signal flare and indeed it’s the same magnesium that is used in those. Being shot whit them might give the impression of a falling star coming for you, and the light is probable to blind you momentarily.)
• <<Titanium>> (Beautiful and efficient, studied whit diamonds and menacing whit spikes of tungsten, on the item is and image of an !!elf!! and an office in aluminium, the !!elf!! is rising the office. This is not an artefact, just decorated.)
• -magnesium signal roods-[4] (two are needed to signal, the others are reserve. These are basically aluminium staffs about a metre long whit magnesium flares on, these can be used for signalling at a distance, any text in the elven alphabet can be transferred this way and it is rather fast. The communication works as long as the ones communicating are able to see each other. From the ground to the tower in Efil-inira the range is about 3 squares. The flares burn slow and there is virtually no problem whit running out if you use them to often or anything like that.)
• <<Aluminium>> (Studied whit tungsten.) Contains:
o Various small tools, mostly made of tungsten, this includes pencils and such.
o Plenty of iron sheets to write on.
o Some diplomatic documents of various kinds, written in fine formal calligraphy, identical to those Iranineleni got.
o About 10kg of various radioactive foodstuffs, will last for about 8 years, or 16 (+-5 or so) turns.
o About 10kg of various trade goods, crafts made from aluminium, titanium, tungsten, and various gems mostly.
He doesn’t really like the system of Efil-inira, but follows it anyways, if he wasn’t such a passive coward he would be a rebel. Had he not gotten this assignment he’d have been whit the ones fleeing tyranny to Ariquemera.
"Lord Flavvius, come quickly!"
The captain of the royal guard burst into the room, crossbow held at the ready. His concentration broken, Flavvius' grip on the leaf-spring loosened, then released, sending tiny cogs and sprockets to every corner of the room.
"Wha? Damn it all, captain! Can you not see I was in the middle of-"
"My lord, this is a matter of utmost urgency, you can tinker with your confounded contraptions later!" At this, the captain walked over, carefully avoiding the many small components scattered across the floor, and withdrew the curtains from the nearby window. Flavvius looked out the window, and recoiled with shock. Outside, dozens, perhaps hundreds of strange creatures were wheeling about in the sky high above the city, brandishing many strang weapons.
"Their leader is at the city gate," the captain spoke, "and he demands audience with you immediately. My lord, how can we trust them? If they come for a fight, then how can we possibly fight against so many? What shall we do?"
Flavvius pondered for a moment, allowing the tactics of the situation to sink in. Finally, he spoke. "Call up the town watch, I want every single one of them geared up and ready. Send them into the sewers, tell them to keep out of sight until the call goes out. Escort all of the civilians into the archives. Bar the doors, make sure no one comes in or out until all is clear. As for you, captain, you and your men will accompany me to the gates to speak with thisman. If they HAVE come looking for a fight, then by Lord Imp's name, they'll get one."
"as you wish, my lord." replied the captain, who promptly sprinted off down the corridor, shouting orders to everyone he met.
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"Still not any closer, cap'n." replied the spotter. "They're keepin' out over th' land, none of 'em comin' near th' harbor."
Captain Aramis lowered the spyglass from his eye. "Good, then they haven't seen us. Keep the canvas over those ballistae, lads, perhaps we can pass off as a merchant vessel. If they do come near, we'll give 'em one Hell of a surprise."
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Several minutes later, the gates of Zurinth swung open, admitting Lord Madara inside. Just inside the gate stood a single, blue-robed Valtan, flanked by a semicircle of ten guards clad in steel plate, holding their crossbows at the ready. The robed figure called out to Lord Madara:
"I am lord Flavvius Reo Sicarius, son of House Kel-Manil. This," he gestured all around him. "is my city, and these are my people. Tell me Lord Madara, what business have you here?"
((EDIT: Quick nitpick: Flavvius is Sicarius' THIRD son, not first.))
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
As he spoke, he could see the valtan begin to shake with rage, his hands tightly grasped around his crossbow. Before he could answer, Madara's voice again spoke up.
"If you fail to meet these demands, allow me to demonstrate what will happen to you and "your" city"
With a swift motion, he produced a glass vial from his kimono, pouring the contents on the ground.
"This is a mixture of animal tallow and strongly distilled wine". He hit two stones against each other, producing sparks, immediatly igniting the small puddle on the floor.
"I have 60 men flying above "your" city, well outside the reach of your bows. Your larders, your warehouses, your schools, your hospitals, your palace, your temple, your houses and all of your dogs will become ashes, under a rain of fire. And now put this weapon down. My death would ineffitably mean the end of this city, as everything I possess will die along side with me. Put it down and bow before your matser, king of dogs!"
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All at once 60 Tengu suddenly noticed a decrease in weight.
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Armok looked into the furious face of Kanako and Suwako.
"What? I'm thirsty! This stuff wasn't strong enough!"
He summoned a bucket sized goblet, filled it, and gave it to Kanako and Suwako.
"Hope this makes you feel better about it." (( :D ))
((Ok, that's actually probably it for me today.))
He indicated one of many ballistae left unattended along the city walls. At his command, each of the guards produced a small ceramic jar plugged with a wick, and a small flint striking device. As one, the soldiers lit their wicks, and hurled the now flaming jars at the ballista. There was a terrible sound like thunder, and an immense column of flame. Splinters and shards of metal were strewn about as far as ter eye could see, and even some of the foundation stones that once held the siege engine in place were hurled several paces away. Flavvius grinned.
"You threaten us with fire, old man? Then we will return that fire to you one hundredfold. We will scorch your army from the skies above OUR city, and OUR people will strike you down as one. So now," he answered, "perhaps you'd like to try that line again?"
Just as Armok lifts the bottle of volatile spirits to his mouth, it vanishes, leaving him clutching an empty bottle. Imp spoke up.
"Armok! 'Ow dare ye! Now I mayn't like Suwako an' Kanako's little strategy 'ere, but ye don' see me complainin' now do ye? I'll 'ave a fair fight here, I will."
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Still puzzling over these odd occurences, the Tengu army suddenly flounders in the air as the missing weight now returns to them.
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
edit: ((thanks, fairness is not granted if it makes your chances worse.))
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
Anyway. I will now for the whole tread present the rules I and Imp figured out via PM:
In case that hostile acts go beyond the killing or capturing a handful individuals, in other words all battles between groups bigger than 20 people at both sides, or a battle between the champions, all players involved will of course have different views on how the situation should end.
In this case, all players involved will be asked to write their version of what is going to happen from the moment things go out of control. Which in this case, is now.
The alternate versions will be judged by all players who are not involved.
When you rate them, do NOT rate writing style, it would only make the match be determined before it even started. Just imagine Jamini vs Cpt.Blood (no offense here)
Instead, judge the ideas written by the involved players after how logical they are. Common sense and awesome ideas trump.
And now my gentlemen, Jreengus occurs.
Imp, please write your version, i will write mine
This dog.
Howling at the wrong gods, snapping back at his own master. How dare he defy him.
This dog.
How dare he threathen him. Not knowing his place. This dog. He walks on the land the godess he refuses to submit to created for him, and yet he dares to defy her orders. Threathening her right hand with explosives. This dog. Kill him. This dog. This dog. Kill him. Cut him. Burn him. This dog. This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.This dog.
Madara revealed his sharp theeth in a wide grin. Reaching for his Hauchiwa-fan, he whispered:
"Very well then... LETS KILL EACH OTHER!"
With a swift motion, he let the Hauchiwa soar down, creating a gale like wind that knocked the Valtan and his guards over. In the brink of a second, he kicked up into the sky, shouting at his seated commanders.
"BURN IT DOWN! Let nothing remain. The godess wills it!"
For a second, the tengu hesitated. Many civilians had gathered on the streets, unsure what to think of the red figures above their heads. One of the younger recruits gulped down.
"But..but sir.."
Without moving his head, Madara fixated his eyes on the recruits. They were wide with anger, filled with a rage impossible to comprehend by mortals. Without any more moments of hesitation, he ignited his bomb, and threw it right into the next house. The ceramic hull of the projectile broke open, unleashing a stream of liquid fire upon the roof...
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Meanwhile at the ground, Flavvius didn't hesitate.
"INTO THE SEWERS! INTO THE SEWERS!"
With suprising strength, he lifted the hatch on the ground, gesturing the Valtans to hurry through it. He was so busy supervising the evacuation of the city, that now was set ablaze at seemingly hundred different places at once, that he did not notice the figure that came down from behind him. As the last civilian in the immediate area vanished into the catacombs under the city and he was about to take shelter himself, he felt a strong grip from behind, throwing him by his collar. Lord Madara was standing before him, in his hands a golden staff, tipped with a bladed ring. Madara pointed the staff at his Victim, with a devilish grin.
"You are going nowhere"...
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There he was. Lying on the floor. His prey. This impudent dog. Kill him.
Flavvius drew a short sword from his belt, now standing firmly before Madara. He would not go down without a fight. This dog. How pathetic. This sword was too short. In Madaras head, countless szenarios were playing themselves.
Charge, dodge, side step, wide swing at his back. Success.
Jump into air, thrusting motion at the neck, staff gets misdirected. Failure.
Kill him.
Wait untill he attacks, high block, step back, thrust. Success.
Stop thinking and kill him.
"SHUT UP!"
Seemingly puzzled by the Tengu's sudden outburst, Flavvius hesitated. Who was he talking to ?
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Kanako was standing, letting her upper body hang above the playing field.
"Stop playing games and KILL HIM ALREADY!"
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"No"
With a swift motion, Madara struck the blade out of Flavvius hands.
"I want him to watch"
Madara gestured two soldiers to get a hold of the Valtan. Dumbstruck by the sudden turn of events, he was already 20 feet above the grounds before he could even comprehend what was happening. Before his eyes the city was completely aflame. The Tengu who already used their bombs, were now flying above the fire, using their Hauchiwa fans to spread the fire. From behind, Madara came close to his face, whispering into his ear.
"See what you made me do ? You made me burn my own city. Your foolishness made me burn my own city. My own people are burning down there. My own houses. I didnt want to do that. But you made me. This is all your fault. You should have fallen on your knees before me, like the dog you are."
He reached into his pocket, taking out a collar. Without a word, he strapped it around Flavvius neck. Then he gestured his men to let him go.
As he was falling, his eye caught a sight of the harbour. They made, it went as planned. Through the catacombs, they reached thir ships. Countless of vessels were fleeing from the city, hidden by the smoke their homeland was producing. It's last gift, a safe escape.
SPLAT
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At he 5th of timber, year 2 of the new Tengu calendar, Jreengus occured.
Portraying a unrivaled message of violence and cold blood, the awe-inspiring wheels of fortune, led by Lord Madara, reduced the city Zurinth to ashes. Due to the planning of Flavvius, a hero who will always be remembered for his great sacrifice, most of the Valtan were able to escape safely unto the sea, 73 to be exact.
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[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
During last turn:
Wolk watched as the creature sat in silence. "I thought as much." Turing to the rest of the trackers, he said, "I want you nine to watch him; at least five on guard at all times. If he gave Stilte such a run for his drink while he slept, I doubt these ropes are going to hold him for long. Stilte, could you come with me, please?"
Stilte and Wolk began to walk towards the same pool where they had last met. Wolk was troubled. "Well, what do you think we should do with him? We can't just let him go, he might come back with more friends. And we can't keep him prisoner either. Eventually, he'd escape, kill a few of us on the way out likely as not, and still come back with more friends."
"Simple process of elimination says we kill him," reasoned Stilte bluntly.
"I know," replied Wolk, "but I can't throw away a chance at establishing good relations with another race like that. What if he's a scout, and the army is marching behind him, eh? Then where would diplomacy go? There would be no chance for peaceful relations."
"If there's an army behind him, I don't think there'd be any 'diplomacy' or 'peaceful relations.'"
Wolk sighed. "I know, that's why we're in such a difficult situation here. Can't let him go, can't keep him prisoner, and can't kill him. What to do?" They finally reached the pool.
After staring at the water for a full half hour, Wolk finally turned back to Stilte. "I think I have it. It's all a matter of perspective. Right now we see him as a prisoner, and he sees us as his captors. We simply need to change that." A smile played around his lips. "We'll do what we always do for newcomers, throw a party for him! We'll try to make him feel welcome, and let him know that we desire only peace."
"It's a stupid idea," said Stilis, scratching the back of his head, "but it's better than anything I've come up with. Let's do it."
That night, a feast was prepared to welcome the new guest. The nine hunters had kept the ambassador, as everyone was being encouraged to say, well away from the preparations, so it would be a suprise. Then, they blindfolded him, and carried him to the place of honor at the table. There was arrayed a huge assortment; fruits, vegetables, meats, cheeses, and every kind of drink imaginable. Then the hunters took off the blindfold, cut the bonds, and stepped back...
((Akroma, your cue: will he run off into the wilderness, eat and drink with the Ipetians, or something else?))
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This turn:
Riet and the others moved west. Their destination was Wijnfontein, the place where, several years ago, Fenneth had decreed that a city be built, with a temple in his honor. There was the ever flowing Winespring, a blessing to all the Ipetian people.
A fair-sized group had split off from the main in order to form a small faming village to the west of Wijnfontein. Riet had gotten the idea from Nietzsche, or at least, from what he had been told about Nietzsche's former actions. Riet agreed that smaller settlements outside could easily provide food and support for the main city. And they would most certainly need it for the building of the temple. It was to be made of stone, and be able to stand the hardest tests time could throw at it. If nothing else, this was to be a testament to the Ipetian people.
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((So, two new settlements: one hamlet of 25, and the 75 others, plus Silis's men, put Wijnfontein at town size. Also, they start building the temple to Fenneth. For those interested, it's basically Stonehedge with a little less emphasis on astral orientation. They're still using stone tools, so it will take quite a few turns before it's completely done, but eventually they'll get there.
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Blijzon - Joyous Sun : C forest, W side : Ipetian : City
Heuvelhorloge - Hill watch : W of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Omhelzingbos - Forest's Embrace: N of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Klaarweide - Ready Plains : S of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : Town
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
((On a side note, we should either change the Pringer settlement symbol or the ruins symbol, as they are the same.))
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
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Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((I did not explicitly say I took away the alcohole, we can say that I took some of the gravity producing substance of the board?
It was very impulsive of me, sorry... :( ))</STRONG>
((well, I think I overreacted as well. but since Imp corrected your actions, I have no need to hunt after the elves. Just don't bark into other peoples battles like that again, anyone would be pissed of by that))
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OOC: Frelock, is there a roof above him ? If so, he flees, not leaving a single feather behind.
If not, he just sits down, observing, but acting like he is again ignoring the "primitives". He will not take any food you may offer him, and instead take from his own waterskin and rations
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Wolk and the others watched as the 'ambassador' took off, straight into the night sky. He disappeared amongst the stars. Wolk turned to Stilis, "Did you know he could fly?"
"Stilis, using his keen eyes to see the small speck of dark black dart away, said, "Yes, but we thought it was more of a high jump at the time. This is unexpected."
Everyone was silent for a minute, and then there was a sudden wave of laughter that rippled through the huge crowd gathered for the festival. "Did you see how fast he went? I didn't know a roast duck could be that frightening!" "Finally, a bird that doesn't try to steal your food!" "I told you that you shouldn't have come, Lelijk; your face would scare off any being!" Such jokes resonated through the party, and everyone was in a far more jovial mood.
Wolk, gasping for breath, quieted everyone down in order to make a short speech. My friends, it appears that our guest didn't appreciate our hospitality!" Laughter roared back into the audience, though soon enough, it had dissipated back to slight giggles. "In any case, I believe we can only assume that he has friends who will not be as friendly has him. Therefore, I call upon the people to prepare: The Wind blows, and the Reed bends! We shall take our time, though, and make sure that we are ready.
"As for tonight, however, it seems to me that it would be a shame to let all this good food go to waste. So for tonight, we Feast!" This was followed by a loud cheer, and everyone began to dig in.
Later in the meal, Wolk leaned over to Stilis, and whispered, "We're going to need more patrols in case our friend comes back."
Stilis answered, "Leave it to me; he won't get within three miles of here, no matter how good he is at hiding. No one knows this forest better than me and my men."
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This turn:
Riet thought about Silis's proposal to build some sort of fortified embassy in Wijnfontein. It seemed like a decent idea. It was unlikely that the Ipetians would ever move from this place, so a permanent fortification was reasonable. "Certainly, you can build in this city," he replied, "and if you help us build this temple, we would gladly provide some manpower to help with your construction."
((The Ipetians in Blizjon and the surrounding hamlets are preparing to migrate; however, they are taking much longer to prepare this time. They will take two turns to get ready, but when they leave, they will leave no trace at all that they were there.
And Heph, may I just say that you have a really cool hometown.))
(ooc: Thanks Frelock. Görlitz (my hometown) has survided WW2 without a scratch only 3 smaler russian bombs where found in my "Backyard" so the historical core looks after 10 years of Restauration like 1450 - 1700. Its like living in a steampunkstory.)
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Hearing a shout ring out through the ranks of men high above him, Flavvius and his men knew immediately the current circumstances. The guardsmen made ready to lay waste to Madara, only to find that he had gone, likely off into the sky with his men. Instead, Flavvius called out to them, "Come quickly! We are no longer needed here. And now begins the best part." He said, grinning. Far off, from the face of the cliff, came the clear blaring of a horn.
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"Righ' lads, There's th' signal! Inta' th' streets! Go, go, go!"
The soldiers under captain Callidus' command burst forth from their hiding place within the sewers, up into the blazing inferno above. They were all immediately hit by a wave of sweltering heat, but not one of them faltered.
High above them, from within the black clouds that now roiled above Zurinth, came the whoops and bellows of scores of Tengu warriors as they swooped above the flaming rooftops. Suddenly, their battlecries swelled, and twenty warriors burst forth from the smoke, swinging their staves menacingly. Callidus' soldiers raised their crossbows.
"Steady lads, take yer aim nice an' easy..."
The approaching warriors swooped low, almost touching the ground as they sped forward.
"FIRE!"
Twelve bolts sailed through the air towards the approaching warriors. All but one found their marks, and half of the attackers faltered, fell and skidded across the cobblestone street before laying in a heap at the crossbowmen's feet. The remaining nine Tengu veered straight up, back into the shelter of the plumes of smoke, then dropped in again, this time coming straight down upon Callidus and his men.
"SWORDS! Gut th' bassards! Slice their 'eads from their shoulders!"
The soldiers all cast their crossbows aside, drawing their swords from their belts. Just as the nine warriors fell upon Callidus and his men, they all scattered, leaving the Tengu warriors to slam into the ground, disoriented. Two of the Valtan warriors were not quite fast enough, and fell to the enemy's staves. The remaining warriors fell upon the Tengu, slashing and stabbing furiously. Callidus himself was invisible, lost in a flurry of steel, gore, and severed limbs. As the fighting thinned out, four of the Tengu lay dead at the soldier's feet. Each of them turned to look at their captain, to behold an impressive sight: Captain Callidus stood, drenched in blood, atop no fewer than five mangled corpses.
"Y'see that lads? Bleed th' same blood, an' die th' same death, these bassards do. Now les keep movin'."
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"'Ere they come, cap'n!"
A dozen of the enemy warriors swept over the flaming docks out towards the small warship. Captain Aramis barely hesitated.
"Alright lads, this is it. Run out those ballistae, scatter shot into th' 'eart of 'em. Make 'em bleed, for House, Guild an' Nation!"
Immediately, the crew sprang into action. The ballistae were readied, and dozens of large, hollow glass spheres were brought up on deck.
"Pick yer targets, make ready lads..."
The attackers swooped in low, ready to drop their volatile payload on the ship.
"FIRE!"
With a mighty twang, three of the ballistae loosed their projectiles into the oncoming force. The first fell short, landing in the water. The next two found their marks, shattering on impact and maiming or decapitating their targets, greivously wounding the rest in a cloud of razor-sharp shards. All but one fell into the flames that now crept out across the waters of the bay. This last warior, upon seeing his companions so brutally struck down, fled off towards the shoreline, only to return moments later with an even greater horde of his allies trailing behind him.
"Starboard, bring those ballistae about! Everyone, reload with firebombs! Aim high! Ready? FIRE!"
Five flaming projectiles soared through the sky towards the oncoming force. And this time, none of them missed their mark.
Perhaps it was a fluke of the wind. Perhaps the timing had been absolutely perfect. Perhaps even Lord Imp himself had blessed those five flying bombs with holy fire, but in any case as each struck it's targets, it burst open, spraying them with flaming oil, and igniting the incindeary bombs they carried. One by one, each of the approaching Tengu warriors flew into the conflagaration, feeding it, until the entire sky was awash with burning rain and scorched corpses.
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Across town, the soldiers under the command of captain Rulinda weren't faring quite so well. She and her six two-man heavy crossbow crews were trapped in one of the few stone buildings scattered around Zurinth. They were beginning to run low on ammunition, and more and more Tengu warriors were arriving every minute.
"Ma'am, that was th' last o' th' firebombs!"
"Then switch to scatter shot! Don' let up, lads! We hafta hold 'em off!"
Suddenly, a razor-edged staff sailed in through one of the windows, felling the soldier manning one of the heavy crossbows. Instantly, Rulinda sprang into action, taking up his position and loosing another glass sphere into the throng of Tengu warriors that swarmed around the building. There was a chorus of shgrieks, and another three warriors fell out of the sky into the flaming wreckage. They fired volley after volley into the swarm, whittling them away a little at a time, even as their ammunition began to dwindle. Then there was a flurry of movement: one of the warriors was attempting to crawl through the window. It raised it’s staff high, and brought it down on the head of her crankman. There was a resounding clang as the blow glanced off the soldier’s helmet, and he fell to the floor, stunned. The Tengu stood there for a moment, staring into Rulinda’s eyes with a look of pure bloodlust, before raising it’s staff to strike once again. Reacting quickly and with unnatural strength, Rulinda heaved her heavy crossbow up from it’s pedestal and swung it at the warrior. There was a loud crunch as the warrior’s head was crushed flat against the window frame, leaving a bloody smear as it slumped to the ground. Her crankman, now recovering, stared at her in shock. Rulinda Glared at him.
“Th’ Hell’re ye starin’ at? Get yer arse over ‘ere an’ load me up another shot. This fight en’t over yet!”
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Lord Madara sneered at the battle raging far below. Things were not going quite as well as he had planned. Somehow, these... these filthy dogs had managed to defend themselves quite well. Perhaps he had underestimated them? No. These were filthy beasts, hardly capable of putting up much of a fight. All he needed was more men, more resources, and he would return here and wipe them from these lands. He would exterminate them, to the very last snivelling child. He would make them pay for their impudence, they and their heathen god. But not now, not yet…
Madara sounded his horn, and the remains of his army lifted into the sky and flew off to the south.
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"Milord, look!"
Lord Flavvius and the remnants of his royal guard were recovering from their latest - and bloodiest - skirmish. They had lost three men, leaving only Flavvius himself, the captain, and two others. One of these two was now pointing off to the south. They all turned, and whaat they saw filled their hearts with pleasure. For sure as the sun was rising from out of the sea, a cluster of tiny specks, all that remained of the Tengu army, was now dwindling into the distance.
“They’re runnin’! Do ye see that? We bloody did it!”
“So we did.” Flavvius answered. But at a terrible price. A massive inferno still raged across much of Zurinth, and only now were the people able to attempt to extinguish the flames before they spread any further.
“Come lads. Now is not the time for rejoicing; we have work to do yet.”
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In the year of the White Wheel 1, on the 15th of Dulis, The Siege of Zurinth, First conflict between the Valtans and the Tengu, Widely known by the people as 'Jreengus' took place. Many of our numbers were lost, and much of Zurinth was destroyed, but thanks to the brave actions of the fledgling nation's military, the remnants of Lord Madara's armies were driven out towards the sea.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥⌂T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((No, I'm not going to bother explaining the Valtan calendar.))
[ June 01, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
Did I take my turn this turn? I don't remember. Anyway nothing really happens, The clearcutting to the north continues, but the outpost isn't big enough to fry another forest icon yet.
Armok does yer ‼elf‼ camp at night or in the day in the desert? Your ‼elf‼ will likely come across a scouting squad next turn and I wanna know how to approach it. A bright moving light within sight of the city at night will cause any sensible commander to order a large scale search.))
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
There are 100-120 people in this city, which rounds up to a number of 50-70 houses. When there are 60 soldiers flying above the city, each one of them with 2-3 bombs, even if they just drop them unto a general area instead of a specific target, it eventually set at least 80% of the town on fire.
Even if they are build mostly of stone, even stone houses have woode roofs and wooden furniture, I can assure you, they'd burn quite well.
Lastly, my arguement from earlyer stands: Hitting fast moving target at great distance with a stationary ballistae, that's MUCH more of a drop and pray than throwing bombs at houses.
The reason why I decided against confronting them in actual combat was, that I only wanted destroy the city, as opposed to his civilisation. They had orders just to burn it down, not to come and suicide rush the streets. Furthermore, I had about twice as much soldiers as the valtans, I want this to be taken into account.
well, whatever, votes are votes, let's see the other votes that are still missing
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Like I always say: I could be wrong, and have been before on many occasions.]
((Edit: You know, now that I think about it, the rules were created to prevent just such an argument, right? Perhaps we simply shouldn't post our reasonings. And I am sorry, Akroma; as I said, I like your version better because casualties were kept at a minimum. However, I think Imp's is more reasonable, in this twisted mind of mine. Perhaps to the general public yours is better, in which case, you will win out. I wish you the best of luck.))
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
How about, both version are written now, how about a third party who has some spare time makes an attempt to merge them ?
(also, the vial Madara had on him was for demonstration purposes, for the army, think of 2-liter version)
(also, take into account that eventhough many of my soldiers were untrained, it is safe to assume that the same counts for the valtans. If they were trained at all, then by shooting at normal archery ranges. Good luck hitting a fast moving target at a distance of more than 30 feet)
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
As for future battles, how about having a third party actually post the whole story? The players involved in the battle would send a PM to an uninvolved player. Those involved would send a description of their army, their equipment and their general battle strategy as well as any particular orders.
The PM'ed player would then compare both strategies and write an account of the event.))
if by then Imp didn't agree with a merge of both stories, the story with the most votes by then will be canon
I am not sure about his timezone, so if he is too late to agree with the merging of the stories, but is asleep/at school/at work right now and agrees later, that's ok
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂Zz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Z♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲e⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂e~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐≡⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~K~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥⌂T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:
Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Town
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Village
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Hamlet
i add the Rp for turn 17 a little bit later.
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂Zz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Z♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲e⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂e~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐≡⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
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~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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Kira and Shehal were discussing the best way to reach Koneko lands. It would certainly be faster through the mountains but it involved going through Pringer settlements. Shehal didn't like that idea since it would be premature for her to establish diplomatic relations with that race. She had absolutely no idea what the Shadow Council would decide about them.
She finally agreed to move through Pringer lands, as long as she did not have to communicate with them.
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Meanwhile in Shesh, the Shadow Council gave it's decision.
"We have discussed the matter at length and decided that the Pringers and the Drogar should be left alone for the time being. We do not know if we will be able to communicate with a mechanical mind like that of the Pringers. As for the Drogar, they resemble closely the dwarves of the old world, and therefore have nothing to teach to us. If any of these races wishes to negociate with us, however, we will receive them. This will be all."
Shraal left the council chambers in a neutral mood. He didn't really care about the other races and he knew the Thelash were doing well on their own. Thlash, however, having never met a dwarf and not knowing how a metal bird would think, was rather unhappy. Yet he knew that he would never disobey the decision of the Shadow Council. He had other things to do for the time being.
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(48)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
Greiger: About the !!elf!!:
To answer your direct question first he tends to camp at night and travel by day.
His name is Fothacema and I wrote his equipment down ages ago... it was much les and more primitive than the other two scouts in any case, basically only clothes, food (the food he caries might be a problem unless the dracon is immune to radiation poisoning, same counts for the storm giants really), and a few crafts for trade.
he travels along the very border between thee dessert and the mountain, and every evening he builds a rather visible tent-sized *green glass shelter* that he sleeps in and abandons the following day, so he wouldn't be hard to find because of that.
I am hopeless at explaining stuff, I can just hope you've read my post carefully.
Please not the Fothacema is quite different from the other !!elves!!, he left virtually before they had a chance to settle, so he knows nothing about what is kind has become, and would probably detest it if he knew.))
((Edit: just remembered your older question:
The elves are the exact same ones as in DF, read THIS for a clue.
The language is the same as DF to, I actualy use the language file for the names if you havn't noticed.
For Fotchemas individual looks... Think Legolas, in a dress made from thick red-hot iron, his hair shaved away and replaced by flames. (the hair doesn't produce light however, for some reason) ))
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Votes are closed, that's 2 on 2
In that case, I nominate Frelock to write the merged version of both. If Imp doesn't agree with that, he can nominate someone else, or if Frelock doesn#t want to write anything, anyone else who has got time cans tep up and write.
I will wait for my turn untill I see the merge
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Turn 18
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code:
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣..¥♥⌂T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ................ Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
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≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn) (It will probably be stable at this for basically forever, because the emigration to Ariquemera will balance growth)
Ariquemera: 50 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+15 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 16 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 110 !!elves!!
((Fothacema presumably gets contacted by a dracon patrol.
Iranineleni "negotiates", currently unconscious due to pain. (Nhiphanter, please hurry up a bit abaut this, ok?)
Amizoimi, continues towards the north, possibly discovering/being discovered by Zefies?.
Efil-inira has some slight improvements in infrastructure again, but not really anything worth mentioning, a few traps and some stuff utilizing Ariquemeran tech.
There is also begun work at a new tower in Efil-inira, a twin to the one in Ariquemera.
Lots of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
There is quite a bit of science and development going on, mostly by Ilecaaye.
The great tower is constructed to about 65m so far, whit a 360 degrees balcony at 60m for observation and communication, or just looking at the fantastic mountain view.))
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. (Making science 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. (“Talking” whit the giants (still…))
Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement, novice cartographer. (Travelling north from Efil-inira)
"You see it?" Issha asked.
"Sure i see it. But why are you showing me this i dont recognise one of these races." answered Ter.
"This isnt the point. These two races arent that far away from the Ipetians and especially the Tengu are well ... lets say they are an expanding empire and as you can see they have the power to fly. The Valtan on the other hand are more peacefull but equally dangerous. They are masters of the sea and theyr ships are ruling the eastern part of the Ocean."
"What about that settlement that i, Graed and Cenna have seen?"
"Ah the Giants! Yes they are a dangerous too i think for now only a little bit more dangerous then the Tengu cause they are low at number. The point is our walls and Warmachines can hold the Giants one distance but a Tengu-air-raid will be devasting espacilly for Karatomca. Theyr Twin Goddes isnt one that throws Cotton swabs and you can see that the tengu are using against the Valtans."
"Then did you say had this happen?"
"In an Hour or so. I cant read the Fate that well and it changes in every second. That that you see is currently the most likely that could happen as long no one uses divine Powers or has other surprises."
"I can build some warhawks but without some serious Tech and an Energysource i can maybe make one if im Lucky two. Issha if ..."
From the door comes a knocking.
Ter hissed. "Whos out there i have a very important Meeting!"
"Here is Leam can i come in?"
Ter glanced to Issha who has nodded.
"Come in Leam."
"Hello Ter please excuse that im disturbing your Meet up with your friend."
"Well no problemm i think we were at the end of the discussion arent we Issha?"
"Yes we were you know what to do. Leam thank you for that magnificant Temple. i see you two later."
With these words Issha disappeared.
"This was Issha? I mean it was realy him?"
"Yeah he is Issha. I thought you had meet him some years ago? Anyway what do you want?"
"Yeah he rescued me but at this time he was a mere voice from an Ray of light. Well i had planned to send you and my friend Aris Northwest to Rugkadest."
"Yes i understand but i have something to do for Issha so i cant."
"Well apparently Peris and his men have found some Ruins one the side which are very interesting."
"Ok but im not an archaeologist as i said i cant."
"Well then can you teach Aris something over the old worlds technologies? If you can not go i will send her alone as prepared as possible." said Leam on the way out.
"Wait Kid! What technologie?"
"Pumps, old mining stuff and so on."
"Well i can do my work at Rugkadest too and i cant leave your Girlfriend without Protection. " said Ter with a glowing in his eyes. "I am annoyed but i have to do it."
"She isnt my ... i mean we have no romantic relationship ... or something. We are just friends!"
"Yes yes anyway give me something more to work with and please show me your Rayweapon that Issha had mentioned."
- 3 Hours Later at the top of the Suntower -
"Has he taken the bait?" asked Issha Leam rhetorical.
"Yes he had, thank you for that advise."
"What are your plans now Leam?"
"I had the smiths ordered to make thin sheets out of that ... how did you call? "
"Aluminium."
"Right I've ordered the smiths to make thin sheets out of it which can serve as Fireproofed roofs for our Ships and Rafts."
"What about the Giants?"
"We will secure Almeftikbo with two Bastions and a Wall. We defend Irumathra in the same manner but we only have to add the Balistas - they have already a thick Wall and a Bastion. Thanks to the Vulpians we have enough wood for some more Balistas. Last but not least i am working on a Idea to use some Booze from Irumathra as weapon like the Tengu had done it with theyr stuff."
"Ok but you know that your kind has not the ability to fly like the Tengu."
"Sure but we can build a temporary Firewall and if i can find a way how to spray the booze over some distance on Something - an hostile something - we have an weapon that is as dangerous as the Tengubombs"
"I see good work."
"Issha ... i fear the future. We were nether great Warriors."
"I know and we the Roshanian had lost the advantage of Magic but think positiv you dont have to be a great warrior to kill someone."
"Oh yeah that helping! I never had killed someone."
"I know, i know, but there are times then you had to do it. Just survive bad times and enjoy the good times as long as possible."
(ooc: Doing turn 18 and RP tomorrow its to late (11pm) here for much more.)
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Having left behind the sole Pringer city on their way, Shehal felt more relaxed. She didn't have to speak at all while moving through the city as Kira did all the talking. She seemed quite friendly with them and Shehal wondered if the two races were good friends.
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Helesh looked at the gems he had received from Shel. They were the purest rubies he had ever seen, and once enchanted they would be very useful in lifting that airship Helesh was planning. He had already sent the schematics to the Handmaster who would begin construction immediately. The enchantment process would take much longer as it would require capturing and merging souls until the final gem was strong enough to lift the airship off the ground.
Of course the process could be accelerated if Helesh could find a dragon and capture his soul, though that was very unlikely. Dismissing the thought, Helesh stepped out of his study and set off to hunt birds for their souls.
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(49)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
code:Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administration
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Administration/Hunting souls (1/5)
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Supervising ship construction (1/2)
Shehal : With Kira : Diplomatic duty
Coming soon: an explanation of Thelash magic))
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
@all. Ter as hero has some very old devices (and knowledge) like the two Grenades or a clock (that were mentioned before) and his only divine powers are that he is immortal and has a general sense whats going on which means that he can feel a "disturbance in the Force". He has no other super Roshanian or magical Powers.)
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
While the Thelash are a race of logical thinkers, they are not strangers to magic, especially after having seen other races use it in the old world. However due to the unpredictability of the magical flows, the Thelash prefer not to manipulate it in a direct way.
Instead they use symbols to bind enchantments into objects. Therefore Thelash magic is very ritual-oriented with lots of calculations on the exact components required for an enchantment, as well as the conditions required by the ritual. Enchanments done by the Thelash usually last a very long time, to give others the opportunity to study the enchanted item.
Long ago, Thelash sages established a link between magic flows and lifeforce, therefore leading to a type of enchntment the Thelash tend to use a lot : binding souls into objects. The object usually ends up with some of the properties of the soul that is bound to it. This is why Helesh is looking for avians to bind in gems : he wants to combine many souls together before releasing them into the airship. Gems in this case are used as a temporary holder for the soul.
Multiple souls can be bound in a single object, merging them forever as well as reinforcing any shared aspects of the souls while weakening any differences. This is why hundreds of flying creatures will be combined within Helesh's rubies : both to weaken their individual aspect and reinforce their flight aspect. This is also why a dragon's soul would be a bad thing, as it has aspects of fire and destruction that are usually unwanted in an airship even though it's flight aspect is much stronger than that of a bird.
Due to the unpredictability of magic there are no pillars in Thelash society that study it. It is practiced instead as a hobby, though very few Thelash try it at home, as it might be very dangerous. The destruction created by the Portals in the old world prove how difficult it is to calculate every single side-effect of a magic ritual.
The two gems given to Kira hold the souls of two Thelash who sacrificed themselves for that purpose. Any Thelash would be able to feel the presence of one of these gems from a fair distance away. Also, since each gem holds a single soul, they are essentially equivalent to a body containing a soul. Therefore the gems can communicate with their environment.
They were given to Kira so that the next time the Koneko send an embassador, he will not end up in the fangs of a giant spider while foolishly trying to approach Shushaw without knowing the safe trails. That last part was told to Kira, though in a more diplomatic way and without mentionning the fact that the gems would spy on whoever holds them and report to the Thelash.
They had found a decent quarrying site to the south. There, about 10 Ipetians had been sent to chip out huge monoliths for the temple, and smaller brick-sized stones for the Roshanian project. Getting the stone moved north had been easier due to a fairly sizable stream, which the Roshanians had cleverly increased by diverting other brooks in the area. The stone had then been moved via an enourmous raft with Ipetians on both banks pulling it along. The current was against them, but they pushed through all the way to the end. There, the stone was tediously moved onto the bank, and the raft was disassembled to convert the logs into rollers which brought the stone all the way to its final resting place.
Now that the process was established, things could get moving more quickly; all that was needed was more power.
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▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Not much going on this turn. A new settlement, Steenstad (Stone Town), is formed to the south. Currently, its main purpose is as a quarry, though it has plenty of farmland available. Blijzon and its suburbs are still preparing to move out; they'll be ready by next turn, and the turn after that, even an experience tracker who knew the area like Stilis wouldn't be able to tell that there had been a city on that spot.
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Blijzon - Joyous Sun : C forest, W side : Ipetian : City
Heuvelhorloge - Hill watch : W of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Omhelzingbos - Forest's Embrace: N of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Klaarweide - Ready Plains : S of Blijzon : Ipetian : Hamlet
Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : Town
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Outpost
Akroma, I took the liberty of moving your ninja back towards your city. I think he would consider it beneath his dignity to spy on such "primitive" people. He would mainly have seen structures which he would consider to be crude huts. The few people whom he would have seen armed were equipped with the standard Ipetian wooded weaponry and no armor. He did take note of the large amount of food, though to him, I'm sure it would have again seemed "primitive," Since he didn't taste it, he couldn't know that Ipetian cooks are masters of spices (his loss). He would not have known about the neighboring settlements, though he could infer that there were others nearby.
As to writing a merged version of the battle, I'm afraid I barely have the time to do this, and I don't think I could give a proper accounting. Thanks for nominating me, though.))
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲eZz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Z♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐≡⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£P▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
X-2 smacked his flippers together in satisfaction at finally 'Completing' the road, (which was more of a worn path) and set his sights on the mountains he'd be working on. Grasping a specially-made pringer pick, he sets off to work tunneling through into the mountains.
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Xotes glanced between Imp and Suwako/Kuwako (SP?) worry visible on his face.
"Now, why do you guys have to go and start fighting each other? It really accomplishes nothning."
(As now seems as good a time as any to do so, I'm gonna go out on a limb and inform you guys about Pringer tech and politics.
As, due to my rather twisted sense of humor, the Pringers are unable to wield regular weapons because of the way they're made, they have to create all the regular equipment that normal races could trade for with each other. This does give them the benefit of potential enemies not being able to use their equipment. However, upon experimenting, they've discovered the various uses of (and how to make) gunpowder, even coming up with crude firearms. They are extremely innacurate and have a tendancy to explode, so they're mainly kept for purposes of respect and intimidation.
As for their politcal system, the Pringers are governed by one main congress. Bribing is commonplace and accepted, and if someone fails to get a proposal through, they can try to 'pursaude' the council through force. If a pringer attempts this and fails, however, they are executed by the council.
Only the most powerful pringers can get a seat on the council, and their subsequent authority there is governed by power. It is not unheard of, however, for non-pringers to make their way into congress.))
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲eZz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Z♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐≡⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.c≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£P▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣♣♣..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
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▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
"you asked to see me, milord?"
The lavishly robed Valtan sat working dilligently at a large bench, not even looking up as Flavvius entered the dimly-lit room.
"Ah, Marcellus, there you are. I've come to place a formal request to the Machinist's Guild."
Marcellus' ears stood upright, and he turned to face Flavvius.
"Go on, I'm listening. What sort of request do you have in mind, milord?"
"Well, it has to do with... recent events. I'd like you and your apprentices to do a little experimentation."
"With what?" Marcellus asked, "it simply does not do to dabble about in the works of technology with no clear direction."
Flavvius approached, sitting down on a stool across from the mechanic.
"As I'm sure you've heard, our recent... encounter this past few weeks didn't go quite as well as it could have. We did well enough with what we had, but against an army of warriors that can fly without wings, and attack from above, bypassing the bulk of our defenses, we need something... new."
Marcellus laid down his tools, and turned to look Flavvius in the eye.
"So what you're trying to tell me is, you want me and my students to build a contraption... for fighting flying men?"
"Yes, that's the gist of it."
Marcellus turned back to his work, and grinned.
"I think we can whip up a little something for you..."
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Imp stares at Xotes with a confused look on his face.
"Oi, why not? This here's the battle o' th' gods, en't it?"
[ June 02, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
Anyway, since no one has the time to write the merge, I will simply simmarize what I and Imp, figured out via PM.
After setting the city aflame, the Tengu leave without bothering to kill the people in the streets, leaving room for the valtans to fight the flames
dead tengu: 6
dead valtans: 18
destroyed houses: 30%
damaged houses:40%
It was more of a intimidation tactic.
Strife looked up from the table, I swear, you overly vioelent type god. I suppose that I'd better put this out now to everyone, the zefie conglamorate will accept and protect and refugees who can get to asking help. They also have a habit of marching their entire army against the first word they get of evil. . .
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Strife26 ]
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
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≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Felu and his 20 zefies were finally getting out of that thrice accursed forest. The trees started to thin out and several of the better eyed zefies claimed to see mountains in the distance. Before long, even Felu could see that the terrain was becoming fairly rocky hills. Felu saw one hill that was a bit taller and decided, "We shall settle on that hill yonder."
When the group had got to the top and started to unpack, someone noticed a spark walking up the hill. One of the zefies asked "What is that sir? What should we do?"
Felu strained his poor eyes and eventually made out a humanoid figure. Except, it seemed to be on FIRE?!? 'QUICK THE POOR CREATURE'S BURNING! SOMEONE GET A BUCKET OF WATER!"
<Cue>
Gouzzi had made all haste to the new capital. He was quite suprised by the progress that had been made so quickly. He found Yankee, suprivising the construction of a temporary paliside. "What's up mon ami?"
Yankee looked up and motioned Gouzzi to some extra chairs laying around. "I'd like you to suprivise the planning of Hopegem, Gouzzi."
"You seem to be doing a very good job by yourself already sir."
"I can plan defenses fine, but you are much better with civie stuff. gI'd guess that we may have an influx of 1000 refugees who have no skills except soap making soon enough."
"What will you do, Yankee?"
"I'll work here for a while and then follow the southern settlement group. I intend for siegebreak to be very well defended indeed. Anyway, they probably have established the spot already, and we need word from them. The road crew will be building the road to Felu's group. I can move the most effectivly through woods. I'm the best for the job."
No growth for now. Siegebreak is established, and Felu's group establishes where the !!elf!! is. Felu hadn't thought to give it a name, so it won't have one for now.
Armok, the zefies are more than happy to have peaceful relations. Depending on what is found by the mining group, metals would probably be accepted.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣░░░..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣░T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
"Burn them. We will not allow them to repair the damage. Burn all trees, burn the whole forest" !
The Next step of Madara's scheme was taken into action. The forest near to the valtan settlement was completely set on fire. Without enough wood, they wouldn't be able to repair their houses, built more weapons, smelt any iron, they would even barely be able to eat warm food, lest they want a cold winter...
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((My ninja was already moved by someone else, so I guess that's it for this turn.
Also, I am still waiting for Greiger to react. Sanae together with some merchants and diplomats are in front of their settlement. Still 5 hours untill turn 19))
Mohayiga+harbour: town : 97
Eientei: village: 75
Murakami: hamlet : 49
Makai : hamlet : 37
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 54 men in arms, 34 untrained soldiers, 15 trained soldiers, 5 elite soldiers
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
is it just me or are many people missing out on their turns ?
anyway, I am kinda busy right now, i will take my turn later
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣░░░..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣░T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣t..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
For turn 18:
Ter and Aris are moving to Rugkadest, Almeftikbo becomes a Village and my expeditions founds a new settlement.
Turn 19.
Rugkadest becomes a town.
code:
Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : Town
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Outpost
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- Rukadest -
"Impressiv ... your brother hadnt done much. This looks like an lonely outpost."
"Well no Peris has only less wood then even Karatomca. If you look straight you will see the windows and Fortifcations in the Cliffside. The entire town is inside it"
"Realy? how much people live in there?"
"As much as in Karatomca i assume. Thats why we bring all the Food with us."
"Ah sister welcome in Rugkadest! Im happy that Leam had send you."
"Yes Peris im happy to see you too. Did you get my Letter?"
"huh ... oh yes that Letter. Well i think you will start your work as soon as possible so i should show you your Quarters."
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"Has he seen me? It was as i was Air to him." said Ter.
"Well you are a heretic to him."
"But Issha isnt worthy to be worshipped!"
"Thats your opinion not my Ter and if you dont have something nice to say about Issha lets close this theme."
"Ok. Did you notice how hot is it here?"
"Well its realy warm. I see why they are settling in this ruins. Can you give me 2 leaves for the Firefly? her light goes a litle bit dim."
"Sure." said Ter a he reached for the Leaves on the Table. "But for an Mine its to hot. A mine so near at the surface is mostly under the 10 Degree cold this mine has temperatures around 35 degree."
"Are you suggesting we are sitting on an Volcano?"
"No i were therent any sings of an active volcano like fumaroles Geysers and the stench of hot Sulphur. I think something is pumping hot water through the walls."
"But why should anyone pump hot water throught walls if not for heating the Quarters?"
"Oh they heat the Quarters but to much.This Mammals would have preferred temperatures around 20 degree i think."
"Why Mammals? wouldnt it be possible that the last Inhabbitants were more like us?"
"The chance fot that is realy low. The skelleton Peris had shown us had a to heavy Bonestructure to be a bird. Its head has the false form and its teeth were the teeth of an omnivore. Finaly its Pelvic has not the features of an egglaying race. So most likely they were Elves, Humans or a large form of Goblin. Then i think about it this Rooms show mostly Human building style."
"Yeah ok but why are they heating this Rooms so much?"
"I think they had used an geothermal Generaor. They dig 2 shafts 3 to 5 Kilometres down an pump Water in one. After a Time Steam comes from the over shaft which they use to power an generator. After that they use the warm Water to heaten the Quarters. The heat could be a sign that something is blocked."
"Where do you think is the Generator then?"
"Somewhere on the upper nonflooded Floors but not to close to the quarters or other critical Structures."
"So you think we should find the Generator first?"
"No you have to find the Generator i will look at this pumps."
"What about your other project?"
"Yes the warhawks. I need a powersource like our Generator and some materials i hope to find on the lower levels to make a decent squadron of them."
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
"I don't know what it is. What makes you think I do?" said a young red dracon in a group circlng the ‼elf‼. "Look at those features, it's some kind of elf. But I've never seen one on fire before, at least not one that wasn't trying to put the fire out anyway." Said a second dracon, with a rarer blue coloration. "Do you think he speaks common?"
"I guess we'll find out. Fan out, he may know magic." the squad captain ordered dipping his wings to land near the ‼elf‼.
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Fothacema saw them coming for awhile, though the fact that they flew through the air to meet him was a bit surprising. There was six of them, all armed and wearing light armor. They circled warily at a distance for awhile then they all split up and landed in a circular fashion around the elf, but they still kept their distance.
"State your business...elf." the dracon leading the group said, with his clawed hand close to his weapon.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲/Zz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣.....≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣.T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
For 20 days and 20 the forests burnt, a single gigantic bonfire to honor the godess. It was inspiring. The Valtans would burn. Slowly. Again and again, untill they surrendered.
This time, they would not get a warning. This time, they would be taken by suprise.
Madara let the 12 fasted flyers assemble and set them towards Zurinth.
They orders were made clear, more than clear. Just pester them from the sky. Throw some bombs at whatever houses were left intact or at whatever houses were repaired the most. And so they did. A lightning like attack. Before the guards even realized what the horns from the watchtowers meant, the first houses were already hit by fire spheres. The attack was hastily, and not well aimed, so out of 12 bombs, only 3 found suitable targets. One of the targets, a house far at the northern edge of the city completely burnt to ruins, as it was too far away from the water to be saved. A pair of 2 elderly Valtan, who were just to old to escape the flames died when the house collapsed. Two other targets, a small fishery and a contruction site were saved, but severly damaged.
One they, they will leanr what it means to be burnt down, again and again. they will learn.
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Mohayiga+harbour: city : 112
Eientei: village: town : 86
Murakami: hamlet : 40
Makai : hamlet : 46
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 70 men in arms, 44 untrained soldiers, 21 trained soldiers, 5 elite soldiers (reinforcements from Murakami)
btw, I just found the nicest image
(http://www.electricwitch.com/hecate_sm.gif)
Engraved on the Wall is a well designed picture of the twinfaced godess. She is striking down the valtans
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
By the way, you realize the Vulpinians ain't gonna be too happy with you for what you did to their forest?))
By the way, just an idea: ))
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~⌂~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲/Zz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲K~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. Φ♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$»≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..Φ Φ♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... Φ....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Just to show that there was in fact forest there at one time, and perhaps cut down on confusion.))
Also, if you haven’t noticed it I just did that my posts increase in obsessive-compulsiveness for every turn. Is this good or bad?
This post is LOOOONG.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 60 !!elves!! (grows to Village) (+10 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 2 !!elves!!
Other: 14 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 116 !!elves!!
((Fothacema meets whit dracon patrol.
Iranineleni "negotiates", currently unconscious due to pain. (Nhiphanter, please Will I have to wait for eternity?)
Amizoimi, meets whit Zefies.
Efil-inira has some slight improvements in infrastructure again, but not really anything worth mentioning, a few traps and some stuff utilizing Ariquemeran tech.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 20m.
Some of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
The great tower is constructed to about 75m so far, whit a 360 degrees balcony at 60m for observation and communication, or just looking at the fantastic mountain view.))
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. (Making science 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. (“Talking” whit the giants (still…))
Amizoimi, scout/diplomat: skilled scout, skilled ranger, talented bow!!elf!!, talented diplomat, novice middlemanagement, novice cartographer. (negotiating whit the Zefies.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The diplomatic new species encounter greeting codex plate of Efil-inira:
The DNSEGCP ((Pronounce that! :D)) is standard issue for diplomats in case the shuld encounter an unknown civelisation, and it is to be read aloud to any first encontered representative of that civ.
The plate itself is an aluminium tablet about 30x50cm and 4-5mm thick; it is titled “-Diplomatic New Species Encounter Greeting Codex of Efil-inira-” and has the Efil-inira symbol of a tree made from fire engraved at the bottom together whit the signature of The Seat of Authority (currently Acathiima, if this is the first of my posts you read.), and also on the backside. All work is of the highest quality and all the text high formal calligraphy. Each plate is a work of art.
The text:
““-Diplomatic New Species Encounter Greeting Codex of Efil-inira-
Greetings fellow being(s), I am <insert>, representative of Efil-inira, The boiling tear, and !!elvenkind!!.
I come in peace, and hope that our races will have a long and prosperous future of trade and alliance.
Bring me to your leader, or representative whit authority thereof, so that I can exchange information and establish lasting bounds between our civilisations.
((Snip. I will post the rest some other day, the rest is not as important really, and I have to do more than tis in this post.))”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((I hope I am doing this right and not misinterpreting your chars or civ…))
quote:
Felu strained his poor eyes and eventually made out a humanoid figure. Except, it seemed to be on FIRE?!? 'QUICK THE POOR CREATURE'S BURNING! SOMEONE GET A BUCKET OF WATER!"
I am doing all these from both sides, as to convey as much info as possible.))
Amizoimi was trekking along the edge of the forest, but staying always on the cliffs as to net set fire to the trees.
Suddenly he herd the sound of voices from beyond a nearby hill, he was overcome whit glee! He had virtually already succeeded his mission and much faster than he could have imagined running towards him!
He turned towards the sound, smiling, and saw the most adorably cute creature he had seen in ages.
It was big ball of compact black fluff about a metre tall, or so it seemed, it had huge eyes and small stumpy legs, he also noticed it held some kind of bucket thing that he didn’t pay much attention to other than as evidence it was indeed a civilised sentiment. ((I hope this description is right, otherwise please correct me))
He was overcome by an impulse to hug it hard and cuddle it, and spread his arms out to do so, then he realised to his disappointment that would probably fry it.
Instead he greeted it in a friendly and cheerful voice; “Hello wonderful fellow creature! Sadly you probably shouldn’t come any closer or you might harm yourself due to my temperature.”
Then he remembered the training, pulled out his DNSEGCP plate, and began to read aloud an a more formal but just as friendly tune.
When he had come so far as “...bring me to your leader and...” the creature stopped about two meters from him and spilled the bucketful of water over him.
Amizoimi was completely caught by surprise, but he had elven agility on his side and in one fluid motion he:
1) Dodged the water flying over him.
2) Made a backwards roll abaut 3 meters.
3) Drew his ¤Titanium bow¤.
4) Lit and nocked a magnesium tipped arrow. ((I think the word is nocked, but I’m not a native speaker so…))
5) Aimed at the creature, but didn’t fire.
And then he just stood there, eyes wide of surprise, confusion, and maybe even fear or sad disappointment.
Felu soon got a bucket of water from one of his soldiers and immediately started running towards the poor thing, shouting to get its attention.
Soon he lost it as he ran down from the high hill but he kept running, and soon he passed up another hill, and almost stumbled upon it 50m or so away, he kept running, but couldn’t help to see a few very strange things.
It was indeed a humanoid, specifically an elf, but as noted it was on fire, but didn’t seem bothered by it, and it also had very strange metal equipment from material he had never even herd of. ((this might need changing as I vaguely remember him coming from a high tech background, would he recognize things like titanium, tungsten, aluminium, and uranium at sight?))
The creature turned towards him, and seemed indeed very happy to see him, it spoke some words in a strange tongue, then seemed to remember something and pulled forth a plate of a strange silvery metal. ((aluminium))
It began to read from the plate in the same strange language, it sounded ritual or formal, but still friendly.
He was finally there, and emptied the bucket over the !!elf!!, most because that was what he set out to do and he did it whiteout thinking.
The !!elf!! dodged the water whit an amazing stunt the put it much further away and whit and arrow that shone like the sun pointed towards him, and when he got over the blinding of the bright light he saw its look, like if he had committed some kind of treason and/or attacked it.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[/QUOTE] Fothacema saw them coming for awhile, though the fact that they flew through the air to meet him was a bit surprising. There was six of them, all armed and wearing light armor. They circled warily at a distance for awhile then they all split up and landed in a circular fashion around the elf, but they still kept their distance.
"State your business...elf." the dracon leading the group said, with his clawed hand close to his weapon.
Fothacema woke up and looked through the half opaque *green glass roof*, he was very surprised and happy to see strange winged lizard like humanoids descended and souround the camp, he dressed quickly and crawled out through the entrance, greeting them whit open arms.’
He was a bit surprised by the harse tune of their greeting, but discarded it as their vocal biology making then incapable of sounding otherwise.
“Greetings scaled friends! How happy I am to once more lay eyes upon faces behind which intelligence resides! I am Fothacema of Efil-inira and a diplomat sent out to contact new races, it seems I have succeeded! Let us haste to your city that I saw and celebrate this joyful union of species!”
((The !!elves!! don’t understand common, that I assume the Dracon uses, and I am quite sure the Dracon doesn’t understand Dwarf Fortress elven, so you’ll probably need that spell.))
Next turn I plan on launching a full scale attack on Imp again
because last time it turned into a small mess, neither I nor Imp will write what happens
we need a objective volunteer. This will receive the strategies from me and Imp via PMs and write what appears to be the most logical outcome, and try to be as fair and objective as possible.
anyone up for the task ?
the writing style doesn't matter, so if you feel insecure about your writing quality, that doesn't matter at all
if you want to, you can just briefly summarize the tactics used, and wether they worked or not, together with the outcome (how many dead, how many injured beyond the point that they won't heal in one turn, how many houses/ships/ballistae destroyed etc.
I will go to bed now, so I can't send my strategy to the volunteer immediatly.
I will send it out when i get up in the morning (given that there is a volunteer by then), which is several hous before the turn changes.
If there is no volunteer, well, I don't know what we will do without a volunteer
this time I have a very specific strategy, and it will be secret, so if Imp wrote a version, it would not be included. Imp has some sort of anti-air weapon, which is also secret, so if I wrote a version, it wouldn't be included as well. Of course, just telling the other side the secret will simply give them the ability to prepare and adjust their original strategy to something they shouldn't know about, so that's out of question
so please, someone volunteer, we do not need a giant block of writing or anything, we just need a fair objective decision on what would happen when both sides clash, can be done in 10 minutes, so a "I have no time" os just a "I am too lazy" in disguise
[ June 03, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
I dare say, that's some pretty evil thing I am about to do :D
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Kira and Shehal were now approaching the Koneko settlement of Oakvale. According to Kira it was where the seat of power was. From time to time Shehal could hear Kira talking to someone, probably through her medallion. From what she could understand the cat-woman was making arrangements for their arrival.
Shehal checked her weapons, they all were at hand. Kira had proven very friendly but it was unknown how her race would view the Thelash.
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Shel moved along the large corridors under Hath. Previously these had been mining tunnels, though someone suggested redecorating them to make storage rooms and large, safe laboratories. He was rather pleased with the result. Since the temperature was rather cool down here, Shel had decided to move his quarters as well.
Lately, though, the operators down in the mines had become worried about something. They were less and less willing to go down there and operate the mining machinery. Already three crews had returned to Shesh and had been replaced with new blood.
Shel was rather reluctant to abandon the large veins of iron ore down there to dig elsewhere but that might be the only solution before everyone refuses to work in the mines below.
All was not going badly however. A few days ago Shel's brother, Helesh came to the citadel. He was now walking around, hunting souls for enchantments, occasionnally stopping for a day or two.
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Meanwhile in Shesh, Thlash was finishing the construction of Helesh's ship. It was nothing exceptional, as if Helesh did not bother thinking about the uses of the ship. Thlash reckoned his brother wasn't too confident about his abilities in enchantments and was trying to make the lightest ship possible. If it had been Thlash doing the schematics, he would have gone for something grandiose, like a flying palace.
Still, if this plan worked, Thlash was going to put forward his proposal. Originally he had planned a sea-going vessel and a water channel to the city. Now he would just need to remake his original schematics and build the ship he wanted, without the channel this time.
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Shraal put his pen down and looked around his study. He had spent the last few seasons writing books on the history of the Thelash in the old world. After all, so many children had asked him to tell them about the five thousand years the Thelash had spent in their homeworld. Now two of those five thousand years were bending Shraal's desk and some other furniture, as well as littering the floor. He would soon need to submit that to the Mindpillar for safekeeping.
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code:Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administration
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Administration/Hunting souls (2/5)
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Supervising ship construction (2/2)
Shehal : With Kira : Diplomatic duty
code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Village(50)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(23)
Oh yeah? Well it better be pretty darn evil if it's gonna stand up to this :p))
He moved in closer to check the ‼elf‼ for weapons, himself unbothered by the heat, but he moved back again once the sleeve of his shirt caught fire. After a moment to mutter a quiet curse he snuffs the fire out with his hand. "If you like your clothes don't get too close to him." Giving up on the weapon search they walk back towards the capital, motioning for the ‼Elf‼ to follow.
He sighed; this had been his home for quite some time and now he was leaving it all behind. There would be no more romping in the fields to the west, no more walking quietly near the contemplation pool, no more hunting in the dense forests to the north-west. They were heading back west, perhaps to re-found BuigendRiet if it was determined that the danger had passed. That would be nice, Stilte supposed, if they settled again in a somewhat-familiar land.
Stilte still remembered how Riet had taught him about moving when he was just a boy. Riet had picked up a handful of dirt, and said, "What is this?" Stilte and the other young ones had looked at him, wondering if their hero had gone stupid. Obviously, it was a bit of dirt. "This," replied Riet to their quizzical faces, "is not simply dirt, it is the Earth itself." He moved a few feet, and scooped up another handful of dirt. "This is the same Earth; it is no different, no greater and no lesser than the other Earth. In the midsts of an ocean, there is still the Earth underneath you. Even the rocks are the Earth, though some consider them to be more useless than the fertile soil. However, they are all the same Earth. Hence why it is no great sadness to move. The Earth is always with you, no matter where you go. Yes, it can be difficult to leave the fields and forests you know behind you, but there are other fields, other forests, and all lie on the same Earth. Would you be sad to move because the stars would change? No, because the stars are always with you. So it is the same for the Earth. The Earth is one, and we are one with it."
Remembering this comforted Stilte a little. He still felt sorrow at leaving what he had come to call home. However, he knew that wherever his wife and child were, that was his true home. Wherever the Ipetian people were, that was his true home. Wherever he dared to go, that was his true home. The Earth was his home, and it had taken good care of Stilte thus far.
He sighed once more, and turned around. The migration was ready; the Ipetians were on the move.
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With a great shove, the second lentil fell into place. A total of six stones now sat next to the Winespring. Two supports to each lentil, so the inner ring was halfway done. Riet was pleased; things were becoming more efficient. The quarrying site had seen an increase in population, which led to more stones, ready to be shipped north for the great construction.
Riet had talked to Silis recently as well. Apparently, his construction was almost halfway done, thanks to the help of so many Ipetians. Silis was becoming quite the celebrity, and everyone wanted to be friends with him and his men. The Roshanian guards had proven very effective against infringements by the local wildlife, and the several devices they had brought along (such as the telescope) were a continued source of amazement.
It was the Roshanian luggage which brought Silis to Reit before the festival to celebrate the placing of the sixth stone. "Riet," questioned Silis, "do you remember the equipment we left behind during our escape from the giants?" Riet nodded. Silis continued, "Do you think it would be safe to go back and retrieve it?"
Riet thought about it for a moment, and said, "Yes, it should be, I led the Giants on a fruitless chase north-west of here, and so they should be long gone. I see no reason why a small group could not be sent to retrieve it. In fact, it's probably a good idea not to have random technology laying around." He chuckled. "I can spare seven Ipetians from the work at the temple. If you provide three Roshanian to show them the way, there should be no problems."
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((The Ipetians migrate out of Blijzon with a group of about 230 (125 from the city, and 35 from each of the hamlets), and the small retrieval party arrives in Zonsopgangziet.))
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Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : Town
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
does anybody know what happened to Nhipanter ?
Bed for me now...))
I will post my move depending on how the battle ends
code:A schematic map of the city
= Walls
# Mountains
. Ground/Buildings
~ Water##########===================================~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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#Valtan#.....various buildings............................~~~~~~~
##fort##.....mostly burned................harbor............~~~~~
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########.......................................~~~~~~~ships~~~~~~
#cliffs#.......................................~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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A new day dawned on the Valtan city. The defenders of the fortress carved onto the western cliffside watched the rising sun beyond the harbor to the east. The city looked dead with all those burned buildings. The few left standing were mostly around the harbor.
The Tengu launched their strike. A group of 40 soldiers flew inside the city from the west, staying a fair distance away from Valtan crossbows. As soon as the defenders saw the creatures, they began shooting. Unfortunately the flying creatures were too far to take a good aim, but a few bolts managed to hit their targets as three Tengu dropped from th air, dead.
Something else dropped from the sky : the Tengu bombs. They set on fire the few buildings left surrounding the fortress.
When the Tengu batallion led by Madara sighted the harbor, a long way away to the east, he saw the inherent flaw in his battle plan. All Tengu boats and ships were moored in the harbor with no warship to be seen around. However, there seemed to be no defenders around the harbor, either. Madara was interrupted by a shout. A ballista scatter-bomb had hit one of his groups and 3 Tengu were gravely injured.
Meanwhile at sea the other Tengu battle group composed of extremely trained soldiers was flying west, with the rising sun on their backs to cover their approach, which did not really need to be covered since the sea was void of activity.
The battle above the city was mostly uneventful, with the Tengu staying out of range from the Valtan heavy crossbows. Madara was weighting his options. He could either bomb the harbor, or leave. Then he sighted the second group approaching.The fortress defenders saw them too but decided that it was safer to remain inside.
Unopposed, the second Tengu battle group, joined by Madara's soldiers hit the harbor, setting it ablaze. All of the boats were burned, as well as the wooden buildings. A few random ballista shots managed to kill two other Tengu.
Then the Tengu army retreated north and west, carefully avoiding the fortress.
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Battle results :
Valtan casualties = 8 civilians who had been taking a stroll outside, in spite of the fortress lockdown (dead)
Tengu casualties = - 3 untrained soldiers (dead)
- 2 trained soldiers (dead)
- 3 untrained soldiers (gravely injured)
- Various wounded who will heal quickly
All Valtan ships moored at the harbor were sunk, either by flames or sunk directly (7 large fishing boats, 15 smaller multipurpos vessels and dozens of smaller dhingies)
19 of the 20-30 structures standing outside were burned.
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A summary of the strategies I received.
Tengu : Two battle groups, one strikes from the west and burns everything staying away from the east (distraction). The other strikes from the sea to the east destroying any fishing ships they encounter.
The fist group kills civilians and military if the odds are in their favor.
Valtan : Everyone stays inside the fortress and shoots on sight.
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>Okay, next turn in about 8 hoursdoes anybody know what happened to Nhipanter ?</STRONG>
well i know what happened to him, last weekend, his grandfather died and he didnt quite have to time for this. I think he seeks an answer if that he can make the turns he missed due to this very unfortunate happening.
edit: hmmm... just about how many turns i missed? 3 or 4?
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Events that happened quite some time ago.
The giants were digging about 3 meters deep humanoid shaped mound in the middle of the town square. Finally, when they were done, they covered every surface in the mound and around the mound with bauxite boulders. Then, they made an steel grill from some thick bars to be placed over the mound.
Outside of the town, two giants were preparing to lift the fire thing. They were equipped with very thick leather clothes and masks, in order to protect themselves from the heat. They also had two long steel rods to carry the thing with.
They carefully lifted the thing, exactly in the middle of the rods, far enough from them to safely carry it.
Finally they were at the town square, next to the mound. They slowly took better positions, and with raising the other rod and pulling other down they slid the thing to the mound. Then, they took the grille laying next to them at the pavement. With slow and tedious work, the steel grille was finally established over the mound. The "firemans" backed away, and gave way to the current leader of the town. He surveyed the construction on the ground. The Fire things flame was now seeping through the grille, emanating great heat around it. "Well, it seems the fireplace we have so long needed is finally made. And we dont need even wood to fuel it!" Small cheer emanated from the crowd that had gathered around and someone was already holding a stick and some meat in his hands.
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OOC: And that, was the fate of the !!elf!! so far.
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
OOC: So can I enter, yeah its late, but still... besides, I'm not planning to fight or compete with other races, just have a bit of rp fun, even if that means my race gets squished by giants or robo penguins :p btw i didnt read the whole 25 pages of the game... but i did read all first 3 and a bit here and there to get an idea
God: Poltifar
Spheres: Knowledge, Invention, Secrets, Philosophy, gems, metals
Race: Al'Qwat
Civ: The Runes of Enlightenment
Sitetype: Mountains
Hero Symbol: W
Army symbol: w
Civ Symbol: ∞
The people of Al'Qwat are, quite simply put, automatons. For those who know not of the meaning of that word, it means golems. They were created by the god Poltifar by combination of science and magic, to act as his servants and representatives in mortal lands. They are sentient beings who also have their own hopes, goals, and dreams. Poltifar only gives them 'suggestions' on what to do.
The automatons of Al'Qwat are quite diverse people, ranging from specialized miner golems with incredibly strong bodies of iron but low IQ, to nimble engineer golems made of copper repairing others of its kind and crafting commodities, to ancient golem sages crafted of the purest silver and gold eons ago...
These people need no food or drink, instead they need constant maintainance, so instead of farmers and cooks, they need engineers and miners to sustain there population, thus enabling them to easily live in mountains, but having difficulty in living in mineral-poor plains and forests...
They also reproduce and move a bit more slowly than other races, taking their time to think about their actions. They are mostly pacific, but if they do participate in warfare, they prefer playing the defensive in hard-to-access mountain towers.
((So can i participate? if someone tells me yes, i'll post starting location and some rp, also expect a bit of latency between my posts... i still havent figured how u all seem to stay 24/7 online to reply, but i cant manage that yet))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
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does anyone have a feeling this war will be fought with laser cannons and orbital platforms at the end?
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
((Well, my !!elves!! invent magical lightsabers any turn now, if the objectios are not TO violent...
Thou they work mostly whit magic, and is a bit more realistic than the Starwars version, so it's not realy as bad as it sounds.
OOC: Flaming Jedi Elves? Cmon Armok... do you seriously mean that?
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
EDIT : Thanks))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
That's a dessert, Poltifar...
Actually, it would be Nuclear Flaming Communist Jedi Elf Lawyers!))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
I got a new job recently, so I can't post between 2pm and 10pm EST on Wednesdays through Sundays anymore. But at the same time my computer just lost one of it's hard drives so I have fewer games to play and may post more often outside those times.
Oh and on the current topic...
Giant Poisonous Zanzibarland Hamsters rule all.))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
Madara made no attempt in supressing his laughter. Everything was going exactly as planned.
Dozens of destroyed buildings, the whole city a ruin, and no wood to repair them. YSeah not even enough wood to build the scaffolding to repair them. And now, their ships were gone. And no wood to build new ships.
With that, the Valtan industry was completely halted, in a time of need. The fire's already severly reduced the food supplies, and now with no ships to go out and catch more, bellies would be getting emptyer and emptyer.
This was a siege, and the Tengu were winning.
Not celebrating the victory in yet another battle, Madara already went on with the next steps. It was time to slowly grind them into the ground.
His first measure was to send s crow to Murakami, sending them to take the ship and gather reinforcements from the main island.
The second step was to scatter his army all around the land that was soon to be his only, sending them out hunting. The land was sparce, but not devoid of prey. All the Tengu had to do was drive away any animals groups within hunting range of Zarinth, while at the same time restocking their own supply. The Tengu would patrol the land, and carefully take care of any hunter group that was brave enough to go out and hunt during a siege.
His last step, was to send one single messenger towards Zarinth, with a paper tied to a small rock. He would drop it into the castles courtyard.
The paper, would contain the following message:
"What is it ? Getting hungry ? Getting tired of sleeping in makeshift huts ? getting tired of being bombared every second day ? Tired of trying to defend yourself from an enemy you simply cannot beat ?
Swallow your pride already, foolish dog !
As the ruler of your people, it is your DUTY to ensure they survive. How long will you be able to keep that up ? Living from your reserves of salted and smoked fish, not being able to catch enough new ones to feed your civilians ?
How long will THEY be able to keep it up ?
Losing all their belongings, going to bed hungry, fearing their live might soon be ended violently ?
If you are willing to negotiate your defeat, go out 2 miles into the plains, far away from any cover and lite a small fire, the smoke will be my signal to meet you. If you bring any guards or weapons, or if there is even the slitest hint of a trap, we will not land to test it. In that case, there will be no negotiations."
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((the ship moves back to mahoyiga and will bring reinforcements next turn
Mohayiga+harbour: city : 126
Eientei: village: town : 98
Murakami: hamlet : 45
Makai : village : 57
Divine shrine : cloister : 15
Madara's army: 62 men in arms, 38 untrained soldiers, 19 trained soldiers, 5 elite soldiers, 3 injured (not added to the count)
Btw Poltifar, if you want to join, just place your tokens on the map
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since you joined too late, lets say you can start with a much bigger starting group to help you keep up, lets say, 70 people divided amongst 2 settlements
they can be "natives" as opposed to the civs who were just teleported there by their gods we will just pretend no one noticed them yet
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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As ages pass, come and go, and as the sun sets, and rises again, the land shifts and reshapes. Mother Nature and Father Time make and remake this world, following a new pattern at every time...
But throughout the eons that have come to pass on this nameless land, one entity has never changed. Under the watchful gaze of Lord Poltifar the Supreme Alchemist, a people used to live here since the Creation. These people have risen and fallen, united and seperated. These ancient people have long since dissapeared, leaving behind their servants, ounce under their control, now freed to follow their own will... These automatons have layed dormant for many, many millenia, but now reawaken, summoned from their sleep by the ounce-mortal Poltifar, who ascended to the Pantheon at the end of the ancient's reign... They are weakened, damaged, and alone, but through guiddance of their God and their own will, through the joining of Order and Chaos, they shall one day again prosper as their creators prospered before them...
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Orion Primus, great leader of the Runes of Enlightenment, of the Great Returnto Power, the race of Al'Qwat, sat at his desk. He was trying to remember, remember... what? What was there before their great slumber? He had holes in his memory, holes spanning centuries, leaving almost nothing before the Fall of the Great Empire. All he knew, is that it was his duty to rebuild the Empire. Looking out of the window, he saw the base of one of the towers barely starting to be built. Contemplating wether he could rebuild with only 50 functional Golems remaining, most of them inferior Clay Golems, and divided into two settlements, he summoned his Chief Digger to order the secondary settlement to dig deep into the mountains for ore and gems needed to build more workers... He doubted he would find too many minerals in the nearby desert.
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The Main settlement: Alchemia: Population: 30
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not deset tile)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, my hero)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 5 Copper Golem engineers
The Secondary settlement: Terra: Population: 20
(the one west of desert)
- 8 Iron Golem miners
- 8 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
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Armok:
Most of my invented races are quite sureal in nature. The zefies were origionally just a fluff ball with glowing eyes. Exactly how Yankee holds his swords is still unknown. The stubby limbs solution is probably a good idea. Note that Felu isn't actually a zefie. Felu is a blob, imagine him as a clear looking ditto I guess. Yankee, Gouzzi, and Felu do come from a high-tech society. Felu would probably reckonize titanium and aluminum. Is the magnesium arrowhead fairly large? If it looks larger than normal, Felu would probably assume that it was high explosive. Note that things tend to become goofy around Felu.
Felu was about to tell another zefie to throw more water, but then he had a thought. 'What if this thingy is like a drake spirit? (Creatures that Felu knows that are living flames) Dousing them with water might hurt them. He doesn't seem to be worried about the flames. Wait a second, look at that arrow.'
Felu issued his orders and gently put down his great sword, "ULP. Zefies, carefully put down your weapons, I'm not sure what that arrow does. You there, make good speed and get Yankee over here ASAP! He speaks more than one and half languages. Now, what should we do about our 'friend' here."
Felu ordered camp to be made. the zefies carefully startd unpacking their belongings. The !!Elf!! eventually moved off a distance and created a very cool looking green glass dweling. Felu eventually made his way over their, and tried to explain that Yankee was coming soon. Using an X in the dirt and a small house made of pebles, Felu beleived that the !!elf!! got the idea that this was a new settlement.
Felu then realized that the settlement needed a name. "I'll call this place, Allyaid."
The messenger zefies moved off at a fast jog going east. After several days of running, he ran into the engineer group, having just finished their next road. After a quick conference, it was decided that the messenger would accompany one of the engineers on two of the newly trained riding warthogs. The rest of group would move over to Felu's settlement. The two groups sepperated.
The messenger made it to Hopegem, just as Yankee was geting ready to leave. He made his report, "There's some wierd creature where you told Felu to go. It doesn't speak our common, and Felu is asking you to come right away, Sir."
Yankee left imeditally.
Gouzzi looked out the window of the small wooden tower that had been erected in Hopegem. He needed stone! The capital grew at an alarming rate, it now had a full 100 zefies. How could he plan propper zoning if he didn't have any stone for the main walls? Gouzzi resigned to have any new zefies settle slightly ouside the city limits. The defensive problems would increase exponentially. And they still didn't have enough metal for a decent sized armored army. "Sigh, an ouzzi's work is never done."
Hopegem gros another level. Yankee is on the newly construceted road. Digging is begining in Allyaid. The elf is being carefully watched, mostly to make sure that he doesn't wander off.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲K~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Not really much to say about this turn. Work on the temple continues, the migrant group moves west, the recovery team moves east, and Wijnfontein advances to a city. If I have some brilliant idea, I'll edit this post, but for now, that's it for me.
Quick question, Heph, what would the recovery team be recovering? When Silis and his men escaped from the Giants, they left all non-necessary items behind. I'm assuming this will be mainly trinkets and gadgets which, while useful, are not needed to simply survive. Any ideas on what the ambassador would have taken?))
code:
Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : City
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
((Edit: map troubles, fixed now.))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
"That is right, Lieutenant Commander. And it seems there are a few other 'limbs' down there. We think it may have been a tomb some time ago." said the Head Engineer.
"An interesting discovery. Please dig elsewhere, as far away as possible from the site of this discovery."
"Of course. I will leave now."
Shel noticed the look of relief in the engineer's eyes. It was obvious that no one would want to dig around a tomb, especially that of a civilisation they knew nothing about. Now he had to ask for archaeologists from the Mindpillar in Shesh to continue the excavation down there.
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The city of Shesh was in an uproar. At least something that would be considered as an uproar by the Thelash. Citizens in the streets were openly talking in groups about recent discoveries in Hath, something very unusual as discussions usually took place behind walls, in private.
That did not bother Shraal very much, since he had spent a lot of time writing books and was not done yet. Besides, he had appointed Helesh mayor for that exact reason : he needed some peace.
Helesh however was nowhere around the city and the Great Council did not have enough authority to send out an expedition to Hath. Therefore Shraal had to take the decision himself. He ended up being very unhappy about being disturbed for such trivial matters and made sure that he would properly punish Helesh for failing in his duties.
Another matter that had been quickly approved was Thlash's plan for a second ship. This one would be a real floating palace made of iron and silver, with large corridors, spacious rooms and huge holds. This would be the main transport for the Thelash's diplomatic force : something to impress other with.
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After a long journey Kira and Shehal finally arrived to Oakvale. The city was fairly large and bustling with activity. What surprised Shehal the most was the fact that the Koneko she had seen were all female. She had thought about inquiring on the way the Koneko managed to breed but decided against it. She would find out, eventually.
Shehal had been promptly led to the quarters the Koneko had made for her. These were smaller than what she had been used to in Shushaw but they were serviceable. After many seasons travelling through mountains and deserts she was more than happy to find herself in a civilised place.
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code:Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books/Administration
Shel : Shushaw Heth : Administration
Helesh : Shushaw Shesh : Administration/Hunting souls (3/5)
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Supervising ship construction (1/4)
Shehal : Oakvale : Diplomatic duty
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲/Yz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂e#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂e..♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(43)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
((BTW, who is taking care of the Koneko ?))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 20:
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#♣ ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 71 !!elves!! (Village) (+11 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 14 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 127 !!elves!!
((Fothacema meets whit dracon patrol.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi tries to communicate whit Zefies.
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 30m.
Some of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
The great tower in Ariquemera is constructed to about 85m so far, whit a 360 degrees balcony at 60m for observation and communication, or just looking at the fantastic mountain view.))
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. (Making science 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.)
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Day Schedule of Iranineleni, during the past months and foreseeable future:
08.30-11.00: sit and sob.
11.00-12.30: read DNSEGCP to giants.
12.30-14.00: check equipment, possibly eat
14.00-17.00: shout and scream at giants to let him go.
17.00-18.00: read DNSEGCP again.
18.00-20.00: Pray to Armok.
20.00-21.30: cry and sob and feel lonely.
21.30-08.30: dreamless sleep.
He has actually this written on one of his iron tablets and follows it rigidly.
He likes to keep things orderly...
((this should be the last word on that really until something happens to that settlement.))
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quote:
"Just great." The captain muttered, relaxing a bit when the elf started talking in gibberish. "Seems like he only knows elven, lets take him back to the priest, see what we can find out from him." He said louder to the other soldiers.
He moved in closer to check the ‼elf‼ for weapons, himself unbothered by the heat, but he moved back again once the sleeve of his shirt caught fire. After a moment to mutter a quiet curse he snuffs the fire out with his hand. "If you like your clothes don't get too close to him." Giving up on the weapon search they walk back towards the capital, motioning for the ‼Elf‼ to follow.
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Felu was about to tell another zefie to throw more water, but then he had a thought. 'What if this thingy is like a drake spirit? (Creatures that Felu knows that are living flames) Dousing them with water might hurt them. He doesn't seem to be worried about the flames. Wait a second, look at that arrow.'
Felu issued his orders and gently put down his great sword, "ULP. Zefies, carefully put down your weapons, I'm not sure what that arrow does. You there, make good speed and get Yankee over here ASAP! He speaks more than one and half languages. Now, what should we do about our 'friend' here."
Felu ordered camp to be made. The Zefies carefully started unpacking their belongings. The !!Elf!! eventually moved off a distance and created a very cool looking green glass dwelling. Felu eventually made his way over their, and tried to explain that Yankee was coming soon. Using an X in the dirt and a small house made of pebbles, Felu believed that the !!elf!! got the idea that this was a new settlement.
Felu then realized that the settlement needed a name. "I'll call this place, Allyaid."
This is a <<Green>>. It menaces whit spikes of green glass. On the items walls is an panorama image of a forest in green glass. It is encrusted whit rubies On the items floor is an image of an !!elf!! and Zefies, the !!elf!! is surrounded by the Zefies, the !!elf!! is rejoicing, The Zefies are throwing a party.
Under the item is a nice spot in the outskirts on the city. From the Item is a beautiful view of the forest. The item is filled whit ¤green glass furniture¤.
The item is about 30m long, 20m wide and 5m high, and consists of 2 big green glass cupolas, 3 smaller ones, and 1 15m high tower. It has no doors, the walls of the big cupolas are transparent but the smaller ones are not.
((Amizoimi, basically joined the Zefie civ. He should be useful once you start metalworking. Also you basically get all his stuff, if you have any questions about it just ask, for a complete list see… I think it was my last post or the one before that. He has really no loyalty or disloyalty towards his original civ and will tell the Zefies everything he knows once they can communicate.
Also, as noted he makes rather fine ¤green glass stuff¤… if people like that house he might end up making more?
Of coarse, once possible he DO complete his mission and try to establish an alliance. maybe getting a Zefie ambassador to Efil-inira? It will be fun to get some use of The Seat of Authority, but he will have warned them about that.))
((BTW, I really like your species ideas; do you just make it all up as you go?))
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Flavvius sat at his desk deep within the fortress, a hard scowl on his face, and Madara's most recent message laid on the desk in front of him. As he read on, however, the scowl slowly faded, to be replaced by a wide, toothy grin. As he read the last line, he could no longer contain himself, and he let out a long, chortling laugh. Ha, the bloody bastard thinks he's got us. he thought. Standing, he walked over to his door, and briefly stepped outside.
"Ah, captain, there you are. Listen, I'm feeling generous. Head down to the hatcheries, tell them to reel in and prepare their finest for everyone, my treat."
as in, fly over the town and drop it
...
Wait a minute...
you know what, that gave ME an idea...))
I believe it would be Hephs turn this time
PM with my strategy will be send soon
( if you don't want to volunteer anymore Heph, simply send my strategy to Armok, since he was the next volunteer in line...oh god but I am afraid of what armok might do ;_ ;)
anyway, PM coming
((Hmm... Oh, hey Heph, don't you have something to do tonight? ;) ;)*nudge**nudge*))
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>((That comment made me hope he doesn't have time! :D))</STRONG>
ಠ_ಠ
you know, you will HAVE to be fair and objective. No one will interfer, not even armok, and everything will take the way it would take in real life (unles of course, someones strategy is to use magic)
think of it that way
this is no decisive attack
however, shit will totaly break lose once the reinforcements arrive (together with some nice err.. specialities)
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Armok dont be mad at me. There are Giants at my gates you can have fun with them if they atack.
edit: And a quick descriptioin of the Standart weaponary if posible.
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
I will go to bed now, see ya tomorrow, god of dog-people
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
- RP -
At the evening the heaven was packed with heavy and dark Clouds. The weather wasnt optimal but the Tengu decided to lunch theyr attack as long as the weather was good enought. Each of the 5 Dozen Tengu had gathered at least two heavy Stones to crush theyr enemies with. They were now flying over 200 Metres High because they hoped that Valtan crossbows arent that good.The first Stones dropped and crushed a Warehouse and some minor houses.
Suddenly a Lightning struck in one of Tengu which was killed instantly and fell on to the streets and a second later a loud "Alarm" goes through the Night. The Valtans had seen the burning body decending from the heaven. The Tengu still surprised by the sudden death of theyr Companion had halted and were hovering as another Lightning killed one of them. Then the First bolts and Balista-arrows were between the Tengu and more then one was injured and 5 there falling out of the sky. Out of sheer fury one the Tengu leaders decided to disobey Madara and launched an attack directly on the Castle. Another one followed him. As long as they were fast enough the Valtan would not have the chance to reload theyr crossbows or even draw another weapon! They would be slaughtered like pigs!
As they reached the outer Wall of the Valtan Fortress something exploded inside of it and huge Cloud of smoke was coming from some Fortifications on the Left side of the Tengu and two smaller explosions occured from other the Fortifacions! This Valtans must be insane commiting suicide rather then Fight a good battle!
As the Tengu squad landed on the walls of the fort Theyr leader noticed that they had lost the group that was following them. 10 Tengu were torn apart in Midair. They had landed near the Spot of the First explosion and now the Tengu could see that this explosion has done some serious damage. 3 Floors were laying open to them and they swarmed staffs drawn in. The First group of Valtans was easy to kill and then things got much worse. The long bladed Stuffs of the Tengu were useless in the low Rooms and Corridors of the Valtan Fortress. The Tengu decided to retreat - a long and bloddy retreat. At the end only the Commander of the Squad could escape this Hell made from Bolts Shortswords and teeth.
- Summary -
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Tengu:62 Attackers
24 Killed. (1 Elite, 8. trained, 15 Untrained)
10 Injured
0 Captured
38 Retreaded.Kills:
2 by Lightning.
5 by Bolts.
10 by Steamguns.
7 by Valtans in MeleeInjuries
8 for the next turn injured.
2 for the next 2 Turns injured.
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Valtans:48 Defenders (38 Men in Arms. 10 Siegeoperators)
16 killed (5 Siegeoperators, 11 Soldiers)
6 Injured
32 SurvivorsKills:
8 By explosion of one Steamgun and its Shrapnel
7 By Tengu in Melee
1 By friendly fireInjuries
5 for the next turn injured.
1 for the next 2 turns injuredDestruction:
5 Houses
1 Warehouse with Food.
1 Well
A large segment of the Fortress Wall.
1 Steamgun destroyed
1 Steamgun Malfunctening (next turn unuseable)
1 Balista destroyed
2 Heavy Crossbows destroyed
Some minor fires on the Fortress and the city.Imps Priest is for the next 2 Turns comatic because of
chaneling the divine powers he/she asked for this fight.
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ June 04, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
"Hmm? Oh, I thank you Fenneth, it would be quite nice to wet my throat. My, my, it seems things are getting agitated down there..." Tapping his finger to his chin, he continues to no one in particular, "Yes, but it seems the Al'Qwat have decided to stay put for awhile. Good, good... But they'll have to move eventually." Still daydreaming, he lies back in his comfy chair, eyes staring at the ceiling.
As for the clothing thing it actually never came up before in regards to radiant heat, so I just defaulted to what happens in Dwarf Fortress. [Which is a walking fireball wandering around the fortress setting all the food and booze on fire that never dies from heat. Quite annoying.] Since they're supposed to work with lava a lot I would assume they have some fireproof outfits collecting dust in storage somewhere if they end up needing them.
As for the Pitchblende [it was pitchblende right? I can't seem to find the post.] according to a couple sources when I did a little looking around to judge how to handle it's presence. It is reasonably safe to touch unprotected as long as the contact is short. Some collectors apparently even keep some in their homes. They keep it shielded when they aren't messing with it of course, but I'm guessing the effects would be slow to show and fairly minor to the general populace, since the elf keeps it in a metallic backpack. Folks who spend a long time with the stuff may show major effects though. Sound good?
Oh, and I lost track of my population count a long time ago. I'm guessing I could upgrade settlements a few times, so I'll increase the size once on each and call it even unless somebody actually knows how many upgrades I got.))
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Fothacema is escorted into the city, he sees many civilians stop to stare but they keep their distance. The city is stone, the doors are stone, the roads are stone, nearly everything is made of stone. The only immediately obvious thing not made of stone are made of a plant fiber he never saw before, green colored, but with barely perceivable red specks when he saw it without artificial coloring.
After a short walk through the city he is brought to a rather large temple looking structure. It has a massive colored glass window on the front that seems to depict symbols for numerous different gods and goddesses, though the largest symbols are of a fire breathing red wyvern((Holm, god of lesser dragons)), another separate one of a large golden sword partially obscured with an image of a dracon's wing(Kerisorin, god of honor and combat)), and last is, oddly enough, an image of an old discarded banana peel((Youh)).
The inside of the structure was massive with statues of what could only be assumed were gods or great heroes lining each wall. After a small amount of hassle related to getting tapestries and seat cusions out of burning range he arrived at the back of the large room, where the leader of the patrol that had found him was conversing with another dracon in a white robe.
After being pointed out the female dracon in the robe(it sounded female at least, it lacked feminine features) started speaking to him. The words seemed to have elvish syllables but only sounded like gibberish. After it became apparent that she wasn't understood, she said a few words that the ‼elf‼ sensed divine magic in and the priest moved forward and touched Fothacema on the shoulder. The sleeve of her robe immediately burst into flames.
"Yes I know I'm on fire, just get me the bucket. That's holy water, the other bucket I had the youngling fetch when you first told me of the elf. Thank you." the priest calmly put out the fire with the water, then studied the damaged robe with a small amount of disappointment.
She was speaking elvish! Fluently! and the other dracon still understood her! "So now that we can speak, I am High Priest Tara, you are in the city called Campcastle. May I ask who you are, where you come from and why you are on fire?" The questions didn't sound as hostile as the patrol leader's but a hint of suspicion was still there.
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
point one: My Tengu commanders disobey my orders. So basicaly, it doesn't matter whatever strategy I gave you, you simply didn't use it.
My strategy was to drop the heavy stones unto the roofes of the fort, from such a height, they should have enough force behind them to damage it somewhat.
Another important point of my strategy was that the attack was launched AT NIGHT
again a point you completely ignored. The chance of being hit by any ranged weapon, at such a great distance, AT NIGHT, when your shots are more or less good guesses, well, do the math. Even assuming the steamguns have scatter shots, did you ever go hunting with a shotgun ? At a range of 200 meters, scatter shots are pointless, as the shrapnel is now so inaccurate that you would only slightly injure your target. I dare you to kill something on 200 meter with a shotgun.
If the steam guns were just one-shots, the same applies as to the bows.
200 meter at NIGHT. Seriously, try and hit something at such a geart distance, in nothing but a faint moonlight (assuming that there were no clouds).
Also, why are there warehouses destroyed, and why are there fires in the city ?
The Tengu were dropping heavy stones on the roof of the fort.
My whole strategy was completely ignored by you, I will not accept that.
point 2.
Longbows do have a reach over 200 meters, true.
Ever seen a bowman shoot at distance ? Yep, they shoot in an arc.
They shoot into the sky at an angle, so that the target get's hit from above.
A shot at a distance of 200 meters is only possible when the target is on the ground. A 200 meter shot straight into the sky is impossible. And even if it was, the Valtan have no experience at shooting at flying targets at an angle, because this time it was much higher than the hight the Tengu normaly attack.
A similar point goes for the steam gun. Even if there is great force behind the shot, at 200 meters vertical height (if you add the horizontal distance, it would be much more than 200 by the way) the shot would no longer by flying completely straight. A shot that is VERY hard to aim. On a moving target. AT NIGHT (god damn, how could you ignore the fact that the attack was launched at NIGHT)
point 3.
Lightning ?
Well, if this was divine intervention by Nhipanter, fine with me, but a god with the spheres: cunning, battle, ingenuity, knowledge, the forge, would not be able to throw lightning at my men. If it was lightning by a thunder storm, then
point 2 applies much more than before. Wind, rain, and (as opposed to moonlight) almost complete darkness.
If this lightning was artifical, I challenge that by the fact that
a) the valtans producing a functional lightning trap within just about 5 months of research and having it be so sucessful that it only hit the Tengu when they came in for a sneak attack, and not, say, whatever other birds like seagulls or whatever are flying around the area, oh COME on.
b) if it wasn't a trap and the lightning was cast activly, then there is still the point that no one knew they were coming, because it was NIGHT
First:
The matter of the malfunctioning Steambelchers. I can fairly well understand the catastrophic failure and resulting explosion, but blowing a three story-wide hole in a solid stone cliff? It's a boiler, not a bomb.
Second:
The Thunderstorm. I specifically stated that the storm was only meant to prevent the Tengu from flying, or at least hinder them. Smiting them with bolts of lightning was NOT my intention. Looking back at Akroma's point, I think I may have overstepped my power a bit with that request anyway.
To answer Akroma's questions about the steamguns:
They are neither one-shot cannons, nor flechette-type weapons. They basically fire a 'spray' of steel pellets, rather like a very crude, very simple machine gun. They're wildly inaccurate, and thus completely useless for singling out individual targets, but they can fill the air with pellets quickly enough that it's pretty hard not to get hit by them.
that's about 400 meter
imagine half the height, vertical distance between the Tengu and the steam guns
at night
good luck hitting anything and not running out of ammo within a few minutes
remmber, there is hardly any wood in the area now, so making a sufficent fire to smelt all the bullets would leave you with a very limited ammo supply (like, i burned down the woods for a purpose)
wooden, stone and bone ammunition would likely no withstand the force of the shot and would be reduced to dust the moment they leave the weapon.
also, even if your god could conjure storms, when the Tengu are coming at night, they would not see them coming, thus would not know when to conjure it
they would have to keep the storm running for months
furthermore, the Tengu would not attack when they cannot fly, and would simply wait for the storm to end
let's settle for another compromise
the tengu pulled of their stone bombardment without any losses. However, the effect was not what Madara was envisioning and let to nothing but a few small holes in the ceiling which are probably annoying when it rains.
No deaths on both sides
However, the civilian poulation that was taking shelter in the fort was probably scared by the sound of the stones hitting the ceiling.
it's still a few hous untill the enxt turn, so if you want to adjust your version Heph, please do so.
If Imp is ok with my compromise, we will go with that, if he just wants to go with Hephs version, lets say we will adjust it for only half the losses, on both sides, and with more damage to the fort (as this time, the hail was concentrated on there, like planned)
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"If successful, a violent thunderstorm will break over Zurinth, preventing the Tengu army from flying. To be fair, I'll allow you to decide if she succeeds or not."
Was a request of of IMP. By Voilent i think of Lightning Killing things but i countet the tengus abilty to fly too. Since it is more an Magical ability wind isnt a problem for them i think.
As i said Akroma a distance of 200 Metres was a longbow with 80 pound power. In the medieval England it was a condition to be part of the Army to hit a targed on 200 Metres with said Longbow. A normal medieval X Bow has 500 pound power. Imps Valtans have used "Heavy crossbows" lets say 700 pound power. If we do a ballistic shot with an X-bow on we can clearly reach a high of 200 metres. Its not impossible to hit something on this range with an Xbow. The Romans even have sieged an Israelian Mountainfortress which was more then 300 Metres high with heavy X-bows on 3Pod.
The insobordination thathed lead to an atack of 18 Tengo on the castle was not so god i think bu i got this idea from Madaras Atitude agains the Valtans and well i rolled a Dice (d20 - 3 of 20) and you werent lucky.
An explosion of an Belcher can be very devasting. Opening 3 Floors is nothing if an Floor is above and one under said Belcher. As Akroma said you need much Pressure to use it as weapon.
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That's right, I have three steam-powered machine guns.
Look if you want a steady stream of Bullets (and i think Stones will count as bullets to) with the power of an Todays Mashine Gun you need an very high pressures as long as you are not using explosives. The explosion of the First steamgun was if anyhow to small.
Akroma a Machine gun has quite some power so i think the Steamguns alone could have killed some of your tengu if the valtans ad only used them.
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Originally posted by Greiger:
<STRONG>((Yea, the Dracon are fine with the heat. Actually touching the ‼elf‼ would be uncomfortable but it wouldn't actually hurt them. A strong temperature difference on different parts of their body at once messes with their metabolism and blood flow. I'm no expert but that can't be comfortable for them.As for the Pitchblende [it was pitchblende right? I can't seem to find the post.] according to a couple sources when I did a little looking around to judge how to handle it's presence. It is reasonably safe to touch unprotected as long as the contact is short. Some collectors apparently even keep some in their homes. They keep it shielded when they aren't messing with it of course, but I'm guessing the effects would be slow to show and fairly minor to the general populace, since the elf keeps it in a metallic backpack. Folks who spend a long time with the stuff may show major effects though. Sound good?
Oh, and I lost track of my population count a long time ago. I'm guessing I could upgrade settlements a few times, so I'll increase the size once on each and call it even unless somebody actually knows how many upgrades I got.))</STRONG>
The temple, wraith and Cenna.
The foxthing swung around upon hearing the voice of the wraith, only to become more and more terrified. She screamed and fell over to her back, trying to scramble away as fast as she could.
The wraith closed in at the same speed she tried to crawl away. The wraith let out once again a hissing, eerily echoing laugh.
"Tell... me..."
Thoughts raced through Cennas mind, what should she do?! For now, she decided to speak to the thing, if it would save her life.
"W-what should i tell?" Terror in her voice, her speech shaked.
"Eeverrything..."
"E-everything?"
Suddenly The wraiths eyes narrowed, it let out a scream and a shockwave ran through it. And then... the wraiths visage had changed notably, it seemed much more, living, and its looks had changed somewhat to resemble another giant.
Then, it spoke out with a much different voice, a voice that was certainly of someone living, yet it had a faraway feel to it.
"Greetings, i trust you my puppet didnt scare you senseless. Indeed, you are to tell me everything, everything about your home and race"
Yet again thoughts raced through cennas mind, trying to figure should she tell this "Man" about her homes and race. She decided to lie about it.
She only got to open her mouth when the "Man" interrupted.
"You should not lie to me... i promise, the consequences of even a single lie i hear coming from your mouth, shall be dire"
He can read my mind? How? Suddenly she felt a pull in his mind, a pull so strong that it forced her to do what it wanted. It forced her to tell.
She told him everything about his home and race.
Quite a while after, the "Man" smiled.
"You have served me well, Cenna, and you shall continue to serve me"
With these words, the "Man" raised his(or wraiths) hand, and pressed it to the vulpinans forehead. Her momentarily free will forced her to scream and fight back when a burning feeling spread into her head from the hand, the feeling raced everywhere into her body, bringing blinding pain to her every organ and limb. Suddenly it stopped, and so stopped Cenna.
She now had a faraway look in her eyes, and in her head, no thoughts arise. There was only a single calming presence, constantly whispering to her ear suggestions that felt so good that she had to obey them.
"You should go to the east, there, you will find a city on rafts. Go there, and bring us information"
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(since i missed few turns i move Hjolf two tiles)
It was a beatiful day in the forest, though Hjolf didnt quite enjoy it.
He had seen marks of civilization all around him for days now, and right now, he was gazing down to city from a small hill encircled by a road. It was far too close to the outpost.
He lighted his hickory pipe and sat down to think. Once his kind would find out about the settlement a mere few weeks travel away, conflict would quite surely ensue. Puffing out a cloud of smoke he thought of the carnage that would ensue.
It was not a happy thought, he was old and wise now, and the strange fervor for war and conquest that was the trait of the younguns of his race had long faded from him. Besides, judging from the prosperity of this town, his kind would greatly benefit from good relations.
After some time and ponder, he set out downwards the hill, heading down to the quiet road and that way towards the city. Atleast it would be an interesting experience.
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(Also for the raidgroup, im moving them several tiles at once)
The plains strecthed onwards, and onwards. Faraway mountains loomed over it, and brought to the minds of giants the cheering thought of good, wooden homes.
Ragndir was already thinking of the numerous tasks waiting for him, when he began to feel a presence in his mind. He furrowed his brows as he was trying to figure out what it was about when he had a thought that certainly wasnt his own: I should traverse a bit more to west and wait there for a while for someone who would know the true name of the grand god.
Confused, he shook his shoulders and announced the change in direction.
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some other happenings not in story form.
Road to Hrafngard from Uthargeshud was finished
Uthargeshud has finished its stone walls, they are 30 meters high and 4 meters thick. It has small tunnel inside it with shootingholes on the walls. Also, there are 6 Large square towers varying from heights of 55-70 meters high. Each one of these has 2 twoshot ballistas inside them.
The castle is completely finished, it has two walls, the outer walls which are 25 meters high and 2 meters thick, it only has narrow walkway on it. Outer walls are also defended by 3 round towers 60 meters high each. Then it has the inner walls which is 50 meters high, 10 meters thick and has 10 large round towers each of them 90 meters high. Between the outer and inner walls are the housings and commonplace buildings like taverns etc. Inside the inner walls are the temple and the keep. The temple is a large long square building with two building wings for the gods treasure. The keep is the largest of buildings in the castle, having 4 towers of its own and being over 90 meters high and 80 meters wide.
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞T..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣t.¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲K~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
(also, 200 meters vertical height might be possible to reach. To actually HIT something is a whole different topic. anyway, since I was the one that allowed you to write the version, I will accept it, eventhough reluctantly)
for further references, Madara's additude is not the additude of the soldiers. Remember, they were hisitant to kill civilians, they wouldn't go into a berserk rage.
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code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....D♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲/Yz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂T$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲K~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Madara was still fuming over the recent battle. not only his plan not go as envisioned, he lost some soldiers to insubordination. He wanted to punish the men in charge, but they were too valueable. But he just NEEDED to punish SOMEONE. It was then, that he finaly sighted the ship with rinforcements from mahoyiga.
Mohayiga+harbour: city : 56
Eientei: village: town : 60
Murakami: hamlet : 45
Makai : village : 57
Divine shrine : cloister : 5
Madara's army: 38 men in arms, 24 untrained soldiers, 11 trained soldiers, 4 elite soldiers, 13 injured (not added to the count)
recent reinforcements: 100 men in arms, 60 untrained, 30 trained, as well as ten monks (just imagine them as kung-fu monks)
all in all, that's almost 140 men in arms
Madara grinned to himself. They were now outweighting the valtan's 3 to 1. These imputend dogs proofed themselves worthy opponents, and he was almost sad that this would have to end soon. Glancing at the horizont towards Zarinth, he felt nostalgic...
But right now, he had different matters to attend.
"Has "it" arrived ?"
"Yes my lord. We are unloading it as we speak."
"How many ?"
"15 virginal sacrifices, half of our goats, a third of our pigs. Twenty barrels wine, 30 sacks rice. It took a months to make."
Not able to hold it any longer, Madara broke into laughter. This would mark the end of this city...
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Armok, consider yourself lucky. You will get to write a massaker. Sending my strategy to you now.
If you are planning to use some divine magic Imp, please consider that your priests are still recovering from conjuring the thunder storm this turn.
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
and remember
NO uncalled for intervention
NO random events ruining strategies
The two submitted strategies ONLY
Final destination.
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲≡~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~W~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈....D♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂⌂▲│▲ ▲▲/Yz==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂T$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
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~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
After a long day of inspecting construction, Orion was feeling quite bored. Not exhausted... no Golem would admit exhaustion, they were the perfect beings, after all! Made by the perfect people to be perfect servants... Although Orion was starting to doubt all that. The world had certainly changed from the little of what he remembered, and so much had been lost. No matter what speeches he gave to encourage his people, no matter what great projects he ordered to be constructed, he knew deep down that he could not rebuild withought more brother Golems to help. Of the few secrets he remembered, the sheer number and diversity of Golems that ounce 'lived' were uncountable. Comparing that to the few dozens of clay golems and some specialized golems he had here would be like comparing a diamond crown to a wooden ring.
Entering his now grand office, atleast grand compared to their current standards, he looked out of the window, a habit he had gotten used to do atleast ounce a day. Perfectly square buildings surrounding an also square gleaming white tower already 40 meters tall were easily visible from were he stood. Sighing, he turned to his desk, were another tower awaited him: a tower of paperwork. Not actually paper, such a commodity was rare in a desert. Instead, thin sheets of copper written on with some ink alchemichally prepared using some of the formulas still remembered. But one thing was amiss, there was a paper, an actual paper, on the desk. He quickly snatching it, wondering were it could come from. Oh, how he hated paper, which rotted away with time and could burn. Clearly lacking compared to metal. The note was written in a extremely hard to read handwritting, as if someone had been writing with a pen stuck between his toes, and blotches smeared it every few words. Nevertheless, he managed to make sense of it: "Time has come to move. Go out, find your brothers, discover possible allies, and bring me back ancient secrets and forgotten knowledge. The chick is safe in his nest, but he must fly out to feed."
That note tickled something in his memory. He didn't have a clear image of who was it that he remembered to speak in such cryptic, senseless messages, but he remembered he had good reasons to obey that entity. And even fear it. Grudgingly, he wrote down his orders and recommendations for the to-be empire in this desert to continue in his absence, asking more settlements to be built around the desert, and appointing Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers, as new temporary leader. He would have loved to stay and see this new land prosper, but priorities were to be respected, and currently, the priorities were, discovering the new world, including neighbors, and finding lost tombs of his bretheren. Nothing was certain about the future, but one thing was forseable. Perfect or not, the race of Al'Qwat would rise again.
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Orion moves towards the opening in mountains to the SE, while group of settlers move 2 tile NE of Terra and start to settle
Alchemia: 40
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 4 Iron Golem miners
- 28 Clay Golems
- 7 Copper Golem engineers
Terra: 33
(the one west of desert)
- 13 Iron Golem miners
- 14 Clay Golems
- 6 Copper Golem engineers
Group of settlers from Terra: 10
- 2 Iron Golem miners
- 6 Clay Golems
- 2 Copper Golem engineers
Orion's expedition: 11
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, my hero)
- 4 Iron Golem miners
- 2 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 21:
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂÷≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å▲▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔v╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣ç♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....≡──── Θ≈≈≈v─v═Θ♣♣...≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ─────┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣ç♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣.....♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂T$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ...♣♣..≡ ♣♣♣.t¥♥t≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 82 !!elves!! (Grows to town) (+11 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 14 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 138 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies. ((Any news on how communications go strife?))
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 45m.
Some of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
The great tower in Ariquemera is constructed to about 95m so far, whit a 360 degrees balcony at 60m for observation and communication, or just looking at the fantastic mountain view.
I dunno how far to go whit this, there are a few projects that I’d like to do, very crude nukes and lightsabres and lasercanons, but not as scifi as it sounds thou, the lasercanon being the same kind that the Roshanian has for example, and the nukes being immobile and to crude for most practical purposes other than a self destruct mechanism. I’ll probably begin some of thesse as soon as there is a lack of things to write when the diplomacy is steeled.))
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. (Making science 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.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[QUOTE Fothacema is escorted into the city, he sees many civilians stop to stare but they keep their distance. The city is stone, the doors are stone, the roads are stone, nearly everything is made of stone. The only immediately obvious thing not made of stone are made of a plant fiber he never saw before, green colored, but with barely perceivable red specks when he saw it without artificial coloring.
After a short walk through the city he is brought to a rather large temple looking structure. It has a massive colored glass window on the front that seems to depict symbols for numerous different gods and goddesses, though the largest symbols are of a fire breathing red wyvern((Holm, god of lesser dragons)), another separate one of a large golden sword partially obscured with an image of a dracon's wing(Kerisorin, god of honor and combat)), and last is, oddly enough, an image of an old discarded banana peel((Youh)).
The inside of the structure was massive with statues of what could only be assumed were gods or great heroes lining each wall. After a small amount of hassle related to getting tapestries and seat cusions out of burning range he arrived at the back of the large room, where the leader of the patrol that had found him was conversing with another dracon in a white robe.
After being pointed out the female dracon in the robe(it sounded female at least, it lacked feminine features) started speaking to him. The words seemed to have elvish syllables but only sounded like gibberish. After it became apparent that she wasn't understood, she said a few words that the ‼elf‼ sensed divine magic in and the priest moved forward and touched Fothacema on the shoulder. The sleeve of her robe immediately burst into flames.
"Yes I know I'm on fire, just get me the bucket. That's holy water, the other bucket I had the youngling fetch when you first told me of the elf. Thank you." the priest calmly put out the fire with the water, then studied the damaged robe with a small amount of disappointment.
She was speaking elvish! Fluently! and the other dracon still understood her! "So now that we can speak, I am High Priest Tara, you are in the city called Campcastle. May I ask who you are, where you come from and why you are on fire?" The questions didn't sound as hostile as the patrol leader's but a hint of suspicion was still there. [/QUOTE]
Fothacema looked wide-eyed all around walking thought the city, everything about this bustling place exited him, so different from those endless planes!
When the priestess first spoke he was startled, but son figured out it was some kind of spell, which exited him even more, MAGIC! That would be useful to the !!elven!! people.
He took a deep breath and began to speak in a friendly maner.
“Greetings noble dragon-folk, I come in peace and wish a long and prosperous future of trade and understanding between our species, my name is Fothacema and I am a diplomat and scout on a mission of unity.
I have been travelling east for many years, and the place I come from has surly changed, it is called Efil-inira and seek alliance and trade whit all.
I bring gifts, and trade goods, if you like to see what such an relationship might offer.”
And whit that he hauled up from his backpack ((hope this is right, it was long ago and I cant find the post)) several bars of gold and silver, some aluminium, titanium and tungsten, and quite a bit of gems.
“You can not imagine how glad I am to finally again hear voices and see faces, and I would like to stay in this city for the foreseeable future.
I would also like to share whatever information you maybe have on whatever you want to share, especially on the presence of other peoples of this world.
Myself I have not much information to offer, for there is no memory of what came before the founding of Efil-inira, but I can at east give you what information and crude maps I have over my journey here to help you find your way to Efil-inira”
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▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~
▲‼⌂,,,,╪,,⌂⌂~║~
⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~
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Yankee arrived in the settlement with all haste. He found a hamlet made up of several semi-underground stone dwellings. The zefies were carrying out their work with pecision and haste. He noted that the road crew was doing many important projects. Specifically, he found them in conference with Felu as to the planning of mine shafts. Felu, he saw, was out of his depth. The blob had the good sense to agree with whatever was being said though. Yankee pulled his friend away from the conference. "Where is the elf staying Felu?"
"Just walk around the wide building over there, and I think you'll see it. Just do whatever you think is best for the mines. I suppose I'll have to sign the finished scematiwasits when you're finished right? Leave them in my office. I best introduce Yankee to our friend."
Yankee reached into his taveling bag and pulled out his cape. He didn't usually wear it, yet it did make him look important. It was always purple, but never the same shade. He aupposed that it would turn brighter for royal apperances or something. When Yankee turned the corner, he stopped in amazement. A gaint, green, glass. . . bungalow? How could that have been made in only a couple of weeks?
Yankee's amazement was quickly inturupted by Felu running into him. The zefies prince went head over cape down a fairly steep hill. As he was spinning, Yankee noticed with amusement that the cape was changing shades. Soon it would be almost black. It probably assumed that Yankee was in a combat situation. Yankee was then flung into space.
Felu gapsed, "The exploratory mine shaft!"
Yankee saw the walls of the shaft flash by his eyes. He swore to himself. He promptly drew his left-handed blade and plunged into it into the walls. It went in deep. Then Yankee's momentum pulled it free. The drop continued. Thankfully, the second attempt with the sword was succsessful. Yankee carefully stabbed his second sword into the wall as well.
Felu rushed to the shaft and looked down to see his friend hanging by two relativly thin blades in a deep hole. "I'll get some rope right away. Sorry!"
Yankee replied cooly, "No need Felu."
The ungodly agile Yankee carefull grabbed onto a handy viney, yanked his swords free, and leaped from ledge to ledge, freeform climbing. "Now then, let's get back to work, eh Felu.
Several hours later, Yankee was exasperated. He knew most of the languges from his universe (All five of them); !!elfish!! was not one of them. He had managed to explain his and Felu's name, that the people were called zefies, and that the elf's name was some thing unpronouncable. "Felu, find a quick zefie to be in charge of diplomatic relations. Tell him or her to try to learn the elf's language and teach it common."
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Originally posted by Armok:
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Of coarse, once possible he DO complete his mission and try to establish an alliance. maybe getting a Zefie ambassador to Efil-inira? It will be fun to get some use of The Seat of Authority, but he will have warned them about that.))
((BTW, I really like your species ideas; do you just make it all up as you go?))</STRONG>
(I'm not sure how toplay with the language problem. Zefies don't have any really 'active' magic at all. Just some passive enchantments. I suppose that carefully learning the other language might be interesting enough. Perfect oppurtunity for another zefie to get out of real work.
Also, thanks for the compliment. The main caracters (Felu, Gouzzi, and Yankee) do have earlier backstory and such. I started crafting the world a couple of years back. In my cannon, Yankee is the last remaining zefie. All the rest get killed years back. Yankee carries two of the three legendary zefie blades which gives him (assumed) imortality. he eventually become friends w/ Felu & Gouzzi. There's a big adventure and battle where the ruins of the old zefie capital are. Then Strife transports them for the game.
Zefie culture itself was never really created by me. I guess that it will be very elastic as this game goes on.)
Strife looked up and at the other gods. "Does anyone have any particualar problem if add some more spheres too myself? I worry that my current ones would be useless to often. If not, I may have to pull out a colt wielding heavily armored warthog army. And that would get silly fast."
Also, I am very intrigued as to what you can come up with. The next battle will be desisive, and I dare say, I am not going easy on you this time.
oh god I can't sit tight and wait for tomorrow to start the last turn of the valtans.
I am full of anticipation of what Armok seems to be envisioning.
"Are you going toward the storage area as well ?" asked Shel.
"Of course, you never know if there might be some enchanted artefact I coud use."
"That passion of yours for enchantments might be dangerous for you."
"Is it my brother talking or are you just quoting Shraal ?"
"I don't really care about what happens around Shesh. Though you might be disappointed, the diggers only found some body parts. Nothing out of the ordinary yet."
They finally reached the storage rooms. Entering they saw dozens of body parts of various materials stacked high on the floor. In other rooms the parts were neatly stored in boxes, ready to be shipped to Shesh with the next caravan.
"I guess you were right, brother. There's nothing of interest for me here. I will go soul-hunting again."
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(45)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
code:Leaders status
Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books/Administration
Shel : Shushaw Hath : Administration
Helesh : Around Hath : Administration/Hunting souls (4/5)
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Supervising ship construction (2/4)
Shehal : Oakvale : Diplomatic duty
Do your best Armok. Ask for help if you need. I'm off to sleep now.))
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Silis was looking onto some sketches (f* i have a Failure in the Sketch: The Lafette has an Diameter of 17 Metres nor a Radius) which were pinned on the wall as one of his Guards comes in.
"Thats quite a Monster! And we realy need this thing?" asked the Guard.
"Yeah i think so. The Ipetians dont have such weapons so we must build them."
"What Ammo eats that thing?"
"Oh i fought about Harpoons, very heavy Boulders, The Heads of the Giants and such things"
"Realy? Isnt that just overkill?"
"Overkill? There is no overkill there is only fire and reload my friend."
"But that thing is so dammed huge!"
"Well if your siegeweapon only makes a hole it is to small. Let us do 3 or 4 of this Babys and then we make something normal."
"Well Riet has stated that we can go and recover now our stuff if we are ready."
"Tell him that im coming"
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In this turn i like to double the number of the Roshani in Wijnfontein if nobody has something against it. None of my citys grows this turn.
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ June 05, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
A twig cracked. Riet looked towards the source of the noise and saw Snel, humming softly and watching the birds flit from tree to tree. When he noticed Riet, he apologized, "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."
"You're not interrupting anything," replied Riet, smiling at the youth's slight embarrassment, "I was just thinking."
"May I ask what about?"
"You may," answered Riet.
"I may what?" questioned Snel, confused.
"You may ask 'what about,'" said Riet, chuckling.
"It's just an expression..." said Snel, who managed a puzzled smiled at Riet's odd behavior.
Riet prompted him, "Go on, ask."
"Alright, what about?"
Riet shrugged his shoulders. "I can't remember." Snel stared at Riet for a moment, and they both broke into laughter. "No, I remember, it was about how crowded Wijnfontein has been getting." I know we need more manpower to help finish the temple, but it seems I can't get a moment to myself anymore. Maybe it's just me being selfish."
"Ipossible," chided Snel, "You, the hero of the Ipetian people, selfish? I doubt it. Everyone has been feeling the pressure of so many living so close together. But we need to keep a good bit of the forest clear to hunt in. I suppose, if we established another settlement to the west, or to the north, it would reduce the pressure which we already put on this land."
North; that was where the giants had been. Riet realized the specter of the giants still haunted him. The Ipetians had come so close to a battle where dozens could have died. But now, it would be very difficult to run from this place. Here, they were building a temple which would last through the ages. Here, the Roshanian were building their embassy a building which could not be moved should the circumstances require it. From here, it would be very difficult to retreat.
"I think that's a good idea," said Riet, "The north is where the Roshani live, and where the giants come from. It would be best if we established a connection to the rest of the world. An outpost to the north would be an excellent start." Riet stood thinking for a moment. "How would you like to lead the expedition, Snel? You're a capable leader."
"Me?" questioned Snel, wondering if he heard right. "You're just flattering me. I'm no great leader, and organization certainly isn't my forte."
"You wouldn't have to hold the position for long," reassured Riet, "just long enough to get things up and running. Then you could come back here, if you wish, or perhaps lead another expedition north."
Snel thought about it for a moment. "This seems very spur-of-the-moment, but I suppose I could do it."
"Glad to hear it." Riet smiled at him. "I believe your brother, Pijl was his name, right? In any case, I think he was part of the group which accompanied some of Silis's men in their retrieval expedition. When he gets back, I'll be sure to send him over to help you out."
Snel chuckled. "Help me out? More like question my every decision and plot behind my back to overthrow me." He left a moment of silence for Riet to wonder if he was serious. "Kidding of course. No one could ask for a more loyal and helpful brother. He would definitely be useful in a new outpost."
"Well, it's settled then," said Riet with an air of finality. "I'll ask around for some volunteers, and you'll leave the day after tomorrow."
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((Recovery group moves east, migrants move west, and a new settlement if founded to the north. Thanks for the description, Heph))
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Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : City
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Wereldmond - World's mouth : N of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Outpost
I will take my turn later, after Armok presented the event.
If you ABSOLUTELY do not want to write this battle, we will look for other volunteers. Then just copy copy my and Imps PMs and send thme to whomever volunteered.
However, I want YOU to write the battle armok. You volunteered, and now you are bailing out because you think you are biased because my strategy is awesome and Imps is rather bland compared to it.
Remeber the rules on the first page.
- common sense trumps
- racial flavour, divine actions and awesome ideas trumps common sense
if you think that my strategy would win because it is awesome, keep in mind that awesome is exactly the attribute you need to win.
My strategy is not only supported by the common sense rule (as it makes a lot of sense that such an action would be devastating), it also a divine action AND awesome. No need to feel like you are not being fair just because one strategy is obviously better than the other. Remember, in the PM I told you that a good amount of civilians would be able to flee, so Imp won't be kicked of the board. Nothing unfair here
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
If it isn't some sort of super weapon, well, whatever. Lets see if it can keep a rock from falling. If not, the city will be completely reduced to rubble, not only taking many of the valtans with it, but also transforming the terrain (collapsing most parts of the sewer system, most parts of teh city will be nothing but mounts of loose rock, neither providing good cover, nor good footing)
I am intrigued by this "only" strategy that can "beat" mine.
did they all flee the city at night turning it into a giant bomb as a trap for the tengu ?
did they replace their crossbows with miniature steamguns ?
did they create jetpacks to attack their enemy when they are least expecting it ?
oh wait, all these ideas are semi-awesome.
Being beaten by a bland boring powergame strategy would be the most boring thing ever.
remember: awesome trumps logic in this game. In a game that has only so few rules, that should never be disregarded Why else did I accept the fact that the steam guns can cover a vertical distance of 200 meters and still be fairly deadly instead of drawing up physical equations about velocity, momentum, air friction, gravity and the simple fact that an already inaccurate weapon only gets less and less usefull the more distance it has to cover ? Ever tried hitting somethign with a shot gun over a distance of more than 50 meters ? At this range it is nothing but luck if more than one of the bullets hit. at 200, it's like dropping a back of rice from the balcony and hoping it will hit a certain stone below.
But no, I accepted it, because steam powered gattling guns are somewhat awesome and are part of the racial flavour of the valtans. That the formidable flight speed of the tengu is there racial flavour was mostly ignored on that, so was the fact that they were always in much greater numbers than the 40+ guards of the valtans. Which btw, gained their shooting skill with ordinary targets, and not by training to shoot flying targets at a vertical distance of 200 meters.
I know I am the attacking force in this war, and no one likes aggressors, but so far not a single one of my strategies had any actual impact on the valtans, while in the last battle, some lucky stray hits reduced my army from 62 to 38, while at the same time, out of the 16 dead valtans, 9 were not even killed by the tengu.
Now I am not only attacking with a 3 to 1 attack force, while the enemy is unable to channel divine power, I am also pulling my very last and most powerful resort. And even here I am trying not to make it overpowered yb giving this kind of attack a cool down of 25 turns, I am also willing to accept the fact that the resulting tidal wave will damage my very own settlements.
Call me selfish, but god dammit this strategy of mine deserves some tribute. I spent 4 turns to prepare the whole table, riding the valtans of most essential supplies and slowly grinding the morale of the defenders in a war that almost lasted a whole year. There are just 40+ defenders, who are worn down and exhausted, and they are soon to witness an absolutely devastating attack, which does not only include an enormous picture of divine power, which would usually create at least some...uncertainty (i.e panic) among the defenders, but also lead by a group of 140 attackers, out of which 100 are fresh reinforcements.
geez, i was already about to poison the water supply, if it wasn#t for the fact that without a doubt Imp would be able to invent and succesfully build a contraption that would de-salt enough water for 100 thirsty valtans.
hmm, i believed I spoiled most of my strategy now, but whatever
[/rant]
sorry for the rant
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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Walking around Alchemia, pretending to be on an important errand and not wanting to be disturbed, Ferrum lay in deep thought. Three months after Orion Primus had left him in command of the Runes of Enlightenment, and a new settlement had been formed near Terra, and another group of settlers had left from Alchemia to colonize the east edge of the desert. All this had come at a cost. Miners and engineers being too busy building houses and journeying, production of new Golems and unerthment of tombs containing still funtioning Golems have almost completely ground to a halt. Even the Golems being produced were not advanced golems, just simple Clays with a few Coppers here and there. It was about time more specialized Golems were made, or even better yet, upgraded some through Soulforging inferior ones. He knew soulforging was the best solution, since he was ounce himself but a simple Iron Golem miner, who, through an act if heroism, of which he remembered only saving some people from a cave-in, he was Soulforged to the great Steel Golem he was now. Soulforging was simply creating a new golem body in which the soul of the old Golem was transfered into, creating a more powerful Golem while retaining the wisdom and experiences of the older one. After all, even the most advanced Platinum Golems were worth nothing if they were green novices, and thus all great Golems started as lowly ones, being Soulforged each time they were judged ready for it. Some of the greater Golems were Soulforged uncountable times. Ferrum always wondered how many times Orion had been Soulforged to have attained his position, but actually asking a Golem about their previous life was considered quite rude, and most didn't even remember it clearly, having even adopted new names after their rebirth to erase all traces of their old form. Ferrum was one of them. Well, he could dwell on all this the whole day, but it wouldn't make any difference. It was time to pay close attention to all the Golems, even the Clays, to search for possible Soulforge candidates. After all, greatness could emerge were least suspected.
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"Hey, Abro, are you even listening to me??"
Abro almost fell over snapping from his daydreaming, "Uh, no, sorry Hal... What were you saying?"
"Heh, nevermind what I was saying, you were thinking about your plans again, right? Well, I already told you, don't bother yourself. Leave the thinking to the Chief of Diggers and the engineers, us Clays are good for nothing but the simplest work."
"You don't understand," whined Abro, "Look at all this sand down there! Imagine what we could create out of glass with so much of it!"
"Bla, Bla, Bla... If you're gona blab about it all day, I might as well ask someone else to help me with this hauling."
Resigned, Abro gave up on trying to convince his friend. Hal was quite a nice guy, really, but had no ambitions. He really wished he could be more help to his people than just hauling stuff around, but it seemed there was no hope in achieving his dreams.
Just then, a strong, bass voice sounded behind them, "I've been overhearing your conversation, children, and I think we could use someone like you, Abro"
Whirling around, Abro thought his knees were going to jellify and fail him. It was Ferrum Animus, the Chief of Diggers himself, speaking to a lowly Clay such as him face to face!
"Um... Excuse me sir, I swear I won't talk about this again!"
"Nonsense," boomed the great Steel Golem's voice, "our people need glassmakers, and such you will be the first of them, and the first to be Soulforged since Ages past"
Abro simply fainted right there.
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Orion was still advancing, day and night, through this scorching desert. The heat didn't bother him at all, but that couldn't be said for the Clay Golems following him. The heat expanded and retracted their body as it changed, threatening to cause cracks. Good thing he had brought Copper engineers in his party. Hopefully, they would reach the pass between the mountains before he lost any of his men.
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Alchemia: 46
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, glassmaker (Abro Vas, newly Soulforged glassmaker, currently training before recruiting more glassmakers)
- 7 Iron Golem miners
- 26 Clay Golems
- 11 Copper Golem engineers
Terra: 41
(the one west of desert)
- 14 Iron Golem miners
- 18 Clay Golems
- 9 Copper Golem engineers
Altus Tumulosus: 10
(new settlement NE of Terra)
- 2 Iron Golem miners
- 6 Clay Golems
- 2 Copper Golem engineers
Settlers NE of Alchemia: 7
- 1 Iron Golem miners
- 5 Clay Golems
- 1 Copper Golem engineers
Orion's expedition: 11
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 4 Iron Golem miners
- 2 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
((Also, I apologize if my stories are not very nice and a bit too much repetitive and technical, I just like to flesh out my civ and detail there hierachy and the way their society works))
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
And your stories are as good as mine at least, Poltifar.))
Also I have to agree with Akroma, no offense to Imp or anyone else, but fair is fair, and if a strategy just HAS to succeed because it has been well planned and is fair and is just better than opposing strategies, it should succeed. But atleast, would it be possible for enough Valtans to survive for them to flee and maybe be refugees helped by another civ to rebuild or somesuch? Because even if Akroma deserves to win this fight, it's still a game for fun, and like rule 8 says, we should have fun and not alienate players if its possible not to...))
I made the effort to stay as fair as possible, giving credit to all his (slightly overpowered) inventions. I fought with a strategy which would CRIPPLE his industrial chain, but no one paid attention to it. I burned down most of his city, but instead of this having ANY effect on the valtans, it gets ignored as well. I cut off the biggest part of his food supply, and yet he has "hatcheries" which can easily feed his whole populance for half a year. Well guess what, hatcheries can be overfished, the big fish need time to grow. If 150 men feed of mostly nothing else but them, how long do you THINK you could sustain them properly ? I gathered EVERY avaiable soldier of my civilisation, and unlike the valtans who kept up and running by (overpowered) inventions that were fucking up and functional within just a few months (guess how long it takes to build even one working prototype of a steam powered gattling gun ?), I fought with strategy and means that are well within reasonable bounds (bottles with fat and alcohol to burn down houses, how is that overpowered).
I fought fair and acknowledged the power of my enemy, and now that I am pulling my last strings and move in for a kill (which most civilians would be able to flee from) all I get is:
"Lol no, imma gonna just blow it all up and reduce your civilisation by 50% on a defensive move".
FUCK THIS
it's neither fair nor reasonable, not to mention BORING as fuck.
During a war at which all effects of my strategy were completely ignored, because seemingly nothing but kills matter, I get THIS end ?
The valtans hole in in their impenetrable walls, getting kills accounted to weapons that would never work (inaccurate bullet spray at a distance of 200 meters ? At this distance the pellets of a shotgun would hardly be able to penetrate leather armor and still cause a wound deep enough to be fatal. Now imagine steam propelled pellets, which have a lot less force behind them), while I apply an actual strategy that was planned and useful, and I get THIS end ?
FUCK
THIS
ps: that only applies if he really plans to blow up the whole city. If he came up with jetpacks or mobile steam guns this might be a very enjoyable fight. As long as they are within reasonable bounds. A steam bioler weighs a lot, and so does ammunition. Also, have fun putting enough fuel into a jetpack to make it fly for longer than a minute)
that#s why I ruled them out and am expecting the bomb. Because the othe rguesses are pointless.
if he blows up my army, I demand that the earth quake (yes, I was going to cause a earthquake through devine means) will get powered up to hax level, at least unfair enough to counter the amount of unfairness I had to accept during the whole war. It will completely cave in everything withing one tile of reach, creating a whole in the board. Lets say Suwako gets angry and punches the board, creating a hole. Yes, a gigantic chasm
map would look like this
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If you don't agree with that, oh meh I assume I am applying a rather boring unfair strategy that completely destroys whatever the Valtans did during the last 5 turns.
Okay, I am not serious with that, because I am not a powergamer that wants to win this game while killing the fun. I just deserve at least a MUCH less extreme defeat after pulling not only a complete strategy, but also having it ignored. All odds are in my favours, all pieces were they are supposed to be, and all I get is "no, imma blow this up"
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
I hope armok manages to alter Imp's strategy to an extend at which the result would be reasonable and fair.
Wait, that just gave me an idea
Armok, a way to make both tactics apply without having to piss of either side.
The earthquake simply triggers the bombs. Horay, not a single death on both sides, except maybe a few of the Tengu by explosion shrapnel. (And only that, remember, this time they are flying MUCH higher than usually.
The battle will still be decisive, as the Tengu will assume the Valtans are throughly dead.
I admit, it is boring as fuck, and makes me waste my strongest strategy for nothing, but at least it's not unfair.
Strife, you just ended a war without any casualities. Fuck yeah.
EDIT: it is still turn 22. Don't forget to take your turns over the arguements going on on here. I will take mine as soon as Armok writes the end-results of the attack. His version should include something about wether or not the Tengu are completely oblivious of the fact that the Valtans fled, if they know they fled but don#t know where to, or if they are able to track the Valtans.
If you still insist on writing a bloody massacer Armok, the Valtans should only have a few days of distance, the Tengu army should be able to catch up on them, being fliers and all, if they use a forced march.
PS. Isn't it rediculous all of this ranting and planning is happening without a single confirmation of the fact that Imp really wants to blow it all up ?
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
I just went on a rant and started fuming so much that I blew the whole problem way out of proportion. If you insist that the tengu chase after the Valtans, give them a chance. The numbers aren't in their favour, and they have no steam guns or ballistae, but their god includes the "battle" sphere.
They deserve a chance, and it would be unfair to punish Imp for something that didn't even happen. He saw a chance to win and used it, and both of us acted like his move was the absolutely meanest and unfairest thing that ever happened.
Don't punish him, give him a chance and let some survive. Remember, the Tengu do not like killing civilians. Let enough flee so that he can continue the game.
be cause this is what it is, a game.
Edit: thanks again to Strife. You finaly gave me the inspiration on how to let this war end without altering both strategies, in a fair way that should be fun.
I just hope Armok won#t go to strictly on the Valtans now, that would make me feel guilty for ranting so much and making him angry...
:(
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
the 50 tengu carrying the bomb should be fairly slowed down, about 5 miles per hour.
the normal travelling speed, together with their standard weaponry and standard leather armor should be somewhere around the speed of a jogger
to that they get the bonus that they can fly, and thus travel in a straight line
if they are chasing after a group that has a reasonable distance between them, they would be a bit faster than that, even if only a bit. They are travveling in a straight line, that is enough to chase down anyone, especially on a forced march, where they do not rest that much so they would be able to chase down anything that isn't in it's prefered terrain and knowing it is chased.
if they are sprinting, just think of birds. that's very fast, if only on a short distance
Ukko leaned over Hrafn, and motioned him to stand up.
"Hrafn, ive noticed you have ordered a call to be made for all able bodied men to gather at Uthargeshud. I may just think you are planning to attack somewhere?"
Hrafn rose to his full height and answered with a voice swelling with pride.
"Indeed i am, o' grand god. Our cities need resources, and my... scouts... have informed me of a thriving civilazation east of us. I shall make all the world fear the name of Hrafn, Lord of Storms!"
as he said these words Lighting struck a mountainpeak near the castle.
Ukko ran fingers through his beard and finally said:
"A respectable goal my champion, but you need something to inflict that fear with. I have noted an anymous lack of fearsome weapon on your person, a tool that every self respecting warlord must have"
Smile died on Hrafns lips and he became sullen looking. Finally he continued with somewhat nervous tone.
"Too true o' Grand god. So i ask you... Would you provide me with a weapon, worthy of legends and fear?"
Ukko looked at Hrafn silently
"Bold words from a mortal such as you to ask me to give something"
"True"
Suddenly the god broke at laughter and said,
"I take that into consideration. GO NOW!"
Hrafn marched out, muttering and thinking when he would he get this new weapon.
He would march out next morning with the elite regiment from the castle. They were to be at uthargeshud at few weeks. Then, the first real campaing would start...
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Cenna was walking west, bliss in her mind, not even knowing what she was doing.
All that mattered was that she had found peace on everything by her new master.
Such wisdom her new master held that she couldnt but obey him. The whispers in her mind told her to use her harmless and diplomatic ways to gain the trust of whoever lived there. It suggested that since she was practically on holiday she could also enjoy the views of this city and get to talks with its populace!
Ofcourse, her master wished her to tell him too about this place, maybe it was worth to come for visit for him too!
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Hamlet(46)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
code:Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books/Administration
Shel : Shushaw Hath : Administration
Helesh : Around Hath : Administration(?)/Hunting souls (5/5)
Thlash : Shushaw Shesh : Supervising ship construction (3/4)
Shehal : Oakvale : Diplomatic duty
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 22:
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲ÅÇ▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣§
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 85 !!elves!! (Grows to town) (+3 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 21 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 151 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies.
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 60m.
Some of various building and science done in Ariquemera:
The great tower in Ariquemera is constructed to a full 111m finally and mostly finished, the stuff that is left will be finished next turn and the tower described.))
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. (Making science 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.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Valtans turn the city into a bomb
valtans flee into any direction Imp specified. If not, they probably head away from the tengu (duh)
tengu drop their suprise
earth quake starts
earthquake triggers bombs
bombs fuck up the city
the earth quake only has a radius that is slightly smaller than the city, and won't have any effect on neighbouring tiles
tengu are shocked by the explosions at first, but eventually come down to look for anything valueable left
they notice that there are no corpses anywhere and come to the conclusion that the valtans left
they find their tracks and start to chase after them
and now, this is where you come in
when the tengu find the valtans, what will happen ?
you know, I really need to go to bed now, but I won't before this is written
please, we expect nothing perfect
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Edit: OR we could just say that you just wrote is the official description, and I start writing only a week after when the tengu catch up on the valtran...
Would that work? not as good but it's better than nothing...
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
god, I am so tired right now.
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
What kind of help you need ?))
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
EDIT : Imp, I need some numbers from you, check your PMs.
EDIT 2 : Well, the writing is mostly done though I still need some details from you Imp. If I don't get an aswer by tomorrow when I wake up -~9 hours from now- I will decide on that myself but you might not like it.))
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
Also, my apologies to everyone for seeming to be powergame-y/being a jerk. I really didn't think it would upset you guys so much.
Again, really sorry. :())
[ June 06, 2008: Message edited by: Impending Doom ]
This is supposed to be a fun project. Do the best that you can and work with it.
It doesn't have to be perfect. Just epicly bloody. I guess that you are better suited for battles, not big explosions, Armok.
Yankee and engineer group move to one tile south of Hopegem.
code:
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂T$≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
The rising moons were high above the horizon line. The reflections they caused on the seawater combined with the blood that had been spilled would have made any poet's imagination run wild. Those who had the best view of the scenery were not poets, however. They were soldiers. 140 Tengu soldiers were flying through the sky. A third of them was carrying a huge monolithic stone, covered with with runes and blood.
There was no need to be a priest or a wizard to feel the pulsating energy flowing out of it. The rage of a goddess was contained inside, pushing against its borders in a desperate attempt to get out of its prison.
The other Tengu were carying huge shields that would protect everyone from any kind of projectiles, especially that high into the sky. Flying in the middle of the formation was Madara himself, the supreme commander of all Tengu armed forces. He wanted to make sure that no-one would disobey his orders, like during the previous battle.
Finally they came into sight of the city, way below them. Like during the previous two attacks no movement could be seen below and the low light of the moons did not help in any way. Some steamgun pellets hit the army but bounced off the shields harmlessly. The army finally made it to the planned destination : right above the city center. There, Madara ordered the stone dropped. Once the stone was released, he ordered the the army to slowly move toward the fortress on the eastern side of the city, confident of the fact that the stone would be more than enough to wreak the place.
The stone fell, slowly at first as it seemed to Madara's troops, then gaining momentum until it finally hit the ground. Madara had been expecting a huge earthquake and he got it. The pulsating energy slowly freed itself from the stone, spreading sismic waves around it. Small at first, they slowly got faster and stronger. As Madara's soldiers liked to say it jokingly, though not within any priest's earshot, it was like "the wrath of the fucking earth goddess".
As the shock waves got stronger, the ground under the stone gave way and the stone fell through, into the city sewers and hit one of the firebombs the Valtans had stored there. Stored was probably not the best way to describe the arrangement of the firebombs. There were large clusters of these uner the city, and they were close enough to each other to trigger a chain explosion. The roar of the first explosions was mostly unheard by the Tengu, as it was toppled by the earthquake. In the same way they could not see the flames spreading upward and outward from the city center, breaking through the city's streets.
Eventually, though, Madara and his most trained soldiers saw sparks of flame dropping around them and looked behind. What they saw was a pillar of flame quickly speeding towards them. Madara did not take long to decide.
"Fly high! Fly fast! Flee !" was the shout he left out as he sped upwards and away from the city. His elite and veteran soldiers, trained to obey quickly and efficiently followed him. The untrained soldiers however, hovered on the spot, panicking. When they realized what was happening it was already too late. The flame engulfed them and burned them to a crisp, just like the defenders left in the city.
A few miles east of the city the Hopeful, the last warship of the Valtans -that had been hidden away during previous attacks- was sailing away from the battleground. Onboard were the last survivors of the Valtan race : 16 soldiers and 40 civilians who would rebuild their civilisation far from the Tengu. Flavvius was on the bridge, watching the pillar of flame soar high into the sky. He left out a sigh. Other Valtans were watching, some were crying, some were angry and all of them had lost something this night. A home, a friend, a family...
Eventually Madara made it out, alive and landed a fair way away from the city, exhausted. The pillar of flame stood there, lighting the night. No one who was not sleeping could not have possibly not noticed that. As he lay on the ground, out of breath, with the ground rumbling slower and slower, something landed next to him. The remains of a banner, singed by the heat. And on that banner were written the following words :
quote:
<STRONG>Have a bloody nice day, Madara.Love,
Flavvius</STRONG>
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Now for the casualties.
code:
Tengu :
- 46 untrained soldiers burnt to a crisp (dead)
- 19 trained soldiers burnt to a crisp (dead)
- 38 untrained soldiers badly burned (2 turns to heal)
- 22 trained soldiers badly burned (2 turns to heal)All of the others, including Madara, overexerted themselves trying to flee
and will not be able to fly for the next turn (they can move on land, however)Valtan :
- 16 soldiers left behind as bait burned to a crisp (dead)The survivors fled aboard the warship Hopeful (40 civilians, 16 soldiers).
The terrain of the city has been turned into desert and the city into
ruins (at least the part that was not consumed by flames) though
nothing remains inside except the buildings
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[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
at least the losses aren't that big
though i wonder about the number of the valtans
unless his civ grow totaly stopped, he should have about 80 civilians, as my attacks never had a big kill-count.
But oh meh, he gave the numbers, so who am I to complain.
I still think after the effort I pulled, and the effort being ignored every time, I would deserve a not so boring gamebreaking end, but whatever
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before I forget about it, eventhough the army can't move right now, I still have different things to do in my turn
Mohayiga+harbour: city : 60
Eientei: village: 65
Murakami: village : 57
Makai : village : 79
Divine shrine : cloister : 5
Madara's army: 73 men, 60 of whcih are injured and being taken care of right now
The nija returns to murakami
Sanae's group is heading back towards Makai, after standing at the drogars doors for several months (when will he come back ?)
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
My apologies if the battle sounded game-breaking, but the WOTFEG-weapon ("Wrath Of The Fucking Earth Goddess" - don't flame me for dirty humour, it's the exact wording Akroma used) can't kill what's not there.
EDIT : Your army can move, they just can't fly (strained wings).
Somehow I fail to see why saving your ass like Imp did is gamebreaking.))
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
but whatever, 5 hours untill the next turn
also, when did Jamani say he would be back ?
It looks like Nhipanter is going to start some war as well, and it would be bad if Jamini won't be back untill then.
edit: it is gamebreaking because a strategy that was planned for five turns, along with a awesome divine weapon got countered just with a "lol no" that has no negative effects for Imp.
The RULES of the game say that awesome ideas and divine interaction trump common sense. Such a boring strategy beating mine, especialy after the effects of my strategy were completely ignored, that is gamebreaking.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Besides, I hardly think of Imp's strategy as boring. Think about it this way : the huge flaming pillar has been noticed by all civs present, except maybe Poltifar's because of the mountains. So soon enough your civ will have to deal, at best, with warlike giants looking for slaves and curious Thelash explorers. In a way he caused you a lot more trouble by fleeing than by defending to the death.))
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
((also, for the rekord, who won this war ? And I requested and awesome DF like name from Armok like from a random generator. Even if you can't write the story Armok, at least give my my historical event))
As for a random name... if Armok agrees.))
Ages later historians agreed on the name to give to that difficult time : The Violent Epoch of Shortages.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
And also, being in surrounded by high mountains, I think even a weak after-shock of the earthquake could be felt when some boulders fell from the mountain or atleast on the higher levels of the towers when furniture shook...)))
((Also, congratz Akroma for winning the first large-scale war of the game))
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
I will take it later, mario cart wii is calling
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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After many months of travelling, Orion was releaved to have finally arrived at the end of the desert. He had made much faster progress ounce he had reached the sandless hills his kind were much more used to. But he couldn't afford to relax completely, now that he was about to enter a completely unknown region. True, the river and grassy shores he could see beyond the mountain pass didn't seem dangerous, but he had to remain on his toes at all times. Especially now, merely a few weeks after that strange glow to the south-east had appeared and faint tremors had sent fragile pieces of the mountains hurtling down as lethal rock-slides. Luckily, his expedition was far from these slides whenever they occured, but that could change ounce they were in the narrow pass. Besides, he also hoped the settlements he had left behind had not been hit too hard by the tremors.
Most of all, he hoped that the glow and tremors were just a nearby volcanic eruption. But no matter what he wished for, no matter how many times he repeated to himself that it was just some volcano, a completely natural event, he knew that wasn't true. His current body had been made using quite powerful magic, including divine spells, and it had resonated with a powerful force he knew deep down was located exactly were that glow had been. It seemed that there were other sentients in this world, warring sentients with angry gods. Seems that peaceful negotiations might not be possible after-all.
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Non-RP: Tower in Alchemia reaches 65m, settlers east of desert begin to settle, more new kinds of golems are Soulforged in Alchemia and Terra, all settlements other than Alchemia are completely built underground and inside cliffs with no outside buildings.
Settlements:
Alchemia: 58
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 22 Clay Golems
- 14 Copper Golem engineers
- 9 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 56
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 9 Copper Golem engineers
- 7 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 21
(new settlement NE of Terra)
- 5 Iron Golem miners
- 13 Clay Golems
- 3 Copper Golem engineers
Settlers E of Alchemia: 7 (starting to settle)
- 1 Iron Golem miners
- 5 Clay Golems
- 1 Copper Golem engineers
Orion's expedition: 11
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 4 Iron Golem miners
- 2 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
-The Dracon slowly start to trust the ‼elf‼ once it becomes apparent he has nothing to do with the elves from their homeland. Not sure how he would react to the metalworking operations though. I figure the wood from the north reached Campcastle by now. I can't imagine for the life of me what we could trade though.
-The flame pillar is seen far in the distance. As far as the dracon know that is Vulpinian territory. So messengers are sent down there to investigate/see if they need assistance.))
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((The last BOTG thread used æ or something for ruins I think. Why not use that?))
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
Shel sat back and uncovered his head to take full advantage of the chill night air. What he had just seen through his telescope was rather impressive. A huge pillar of flame rising from the ground up to the sky. He felt in the back of his mind that Thlash was just as puzzled. And a puzzled Thlash was a dangerous person to deal with. Helesh did not react to the news as he was too focused to have any interest in the event. He was actually very displeased; because of that pillar he had been unable to sneak in the city and would have to wait until next night.
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Rain poured hard on poor Helesh as he sped stealthily from the north gate to the airship docks the following night. Now was a good time to enchant the ship. He gripped the four glowing rubies in his hand. Those rubies contained the souls of hundreds of flying mountain and forest dwellers and now they were going to make the airship float gracefully in the sky.
Finally he reached the docks and climbed aboard the airship. He pulled a knife out of his coat and started engravin mystical symbols on the bridge of the ship. Thunder rolled in the sky as if sensing what was about to happen.
"Rune of Merging...Rune of Soul...Rune of Transfer, Rune of Air..."
Many more names of runes could be heard from Helesh's mouth. Eventually he was done carving them. He set the four rubies inside the rune circle and started arcane chanting. The wind rose. The earth shook slightly. The air became harder to breathe, saturated as it was with magical energy. The glow of one of the rubies disappeared.
Helesh felt his strength slowly fading but he continued chanting nonetheless. The wind rose even more. Thunder in the sky intesified and the shaking of the ground became harder as well. The glow in the second ruby disappeared.
Helesh was nearly out of strength. Only his will kept him chanting until the third ruby stopped glowing. There Helesh collapsed. Failure was the word on his mouth.
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Helesh woke up the following morning to a very unpleasant surprise : Shraal's unhooded face was hovering above him, and he looked not pleased at all.
"I hope you are satisfied with what you did tonight, young man."
"Not really. It failed after all and now you are going to punish me for failing as a mayor as well."
Shraal smiled
"You are right about one thing at least. Get up and follow me."
Helesh slowly got to his feet, his head ringing and his muscles aching. He and Shraal then got off the ship and moved in the direction of the Master Council building. What surprised Helesh the most was that they did not stop there but continued westward. The Shadow Council it was then.
They walked for a while and Helesh thought that they had been walking for too long. The Shadow Council wasn't that far from the Master Council. Then he noticed the thick white fog surrounding them. Maybe Shraal just got lost, thought Helesh.
Finally they stopped in front of the wall of the city. By that time Helesh was full of fear. Shraal was going to execute him by throwing him off the wall. They both moved upward to the top of the walls and continued towards the tower.
Finally they reached the top and Shraal turned toward Helesh and said.
"Take a good look around you. I hope you will understand what you have done."
Helesh looked out and nearly fainted : the ground was nowhere to be seen. THE CITY WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR! Then Helesh realized his folly. He had enchanted the ship but there were so many souls being merged that they overflowed in the next thing in contact with the ship : the ground. And the ground had lifted off the ground. With the whole city and a fair bit of the forest.
"I'm sorry..." said Helesh weakly.
"Instead of being sorry, tell me in how many days the enchantment will wear off."
Helesh ran the number through his mind. The size of the lifted part. The number of souls used. The magically saturated environment he chose for the ceremony. He quickly came to the correct answer.
"No more than three..."
"That's fine then. In three days everything will be back to normal and we will be able to resume the life we had before. Of course you will be properly punished for your lack of foresight. Next time use Control Runes to avoid soul overflows."
"...thousand years." finished Helesh.
This time it was Shraal's turn to feel weak. And angry. A simple dabbler in enchanments who could not even use the proper runes to avoid overflows had managed to lift an entire city into the clouds. Though he quickly regained his composure.
"All right let's go and decide your punishment."
As Helesh stood up he felt his brother Shel talking into his mind. One sentence was enough.
At least now we don't have to worry about where the sewers dump their content.
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Shraal arrived before the Shadow Council. He had left Helesh outside the massive chamber. The 11 shadows of the ancestors were here, waiting.
"Do not be too harsh with him. He has made a mistake, but the results are not uninteresting." said one of the shadows.
"Don't worry, ancient one. I recognize the value of his works." answered Shraal
"Now there is something we want young Thlash to do." said another shadow. "You still have the last ruby, don't you ?"
"Use it to enchant his ship and send him towards the place where the pillar of flame appeared. We want to know what caused it." finished a third.
"It will be as you command, ancient ones." said Shraal and left the room.
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Three days later Thlash's airsip lifted into the sky. The dragon-shaped iron ship was called the flying palace by the other Thelash and it was not for naught. It had large corridors lined with fine shadow silk weavings. The rooms were made for the comfort of their occupants. There were even two meeting rooms, to impress any guests.
Thlash was in command of the expedition. There were 12 people with him. Two from the Bloodpillar would provide food whenever the huge holds ran out. Five were of the Mindpillar and would be studying whatever they would come in contact with. The last five were engineers and operators from the Clockpillar. They would operate the ship itself as well as the 12 ballistas mounted above and below the ship and other defensive contraptions. Harmless was not a word the Thelash used often.
The ship came also equipped with various observation instruments to survey the ground below. They had also taken 4 Thelash soul gems with them, to give to races they would come in contact with. All in all the Shuhalal, as the airship was called, was a real exploration and diplomatic vessel : dreadful and impressive.
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((You have been warned, this post was rather massive. I'll make a double-post to avoid lenghtening this one))
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
"Finally."
"And you think this pumps will work?"
"I hope so Aris if done my best."
"And only one of the 3 Generators will enough for them?"
"More then enough."
"Well who should press the Button?"
"You should do it you have helped me more then i have ever expected."
"Ok then here we go."
- One week later -
"10 Floors in one week."
"And we have to pump out some more."
"Did you ...."
Peris had opened the Door.
"Quick you have to come we have found something on the 7th Floor which is very interesting especially for you"
Down of the 7th Floor.
"... and so we found them here."
"I understand. And you think they are still intact?"
"More then the others we found."
"What are they made from? Looks like plain Iron but its stainless." said Aris.
"I had noticed that too. Peris you mentioned other Machines like these."
"Yeah we found a stockpile with Bodyparts, heads, and so on, Not all were made from Iron some were from cooper and other materials. Can i leave you alone now these things give me a bad feeling"
"Yes you can go now. Aris we have have to dismantle one or two of them"
"Are ... Are these made by Humans?"
"No Humans had used other more effective Designs. Who ever had build that things wasnt like the Humans i know but as you can see they were great mechanics or even Mago-mechanics."
"Mago-mechanics?"
"Its a term from the old world. It describes an Mix between mechanic and sorcerer. There werent much Magomechanics in the old world but the old Roshani had huge Amount of things like these in the last days of the war and believe it or not i've planned and build a good number of them."
"Do you think we should repair this ..."
""Golems" Machines like that are called "Golems" and i think we shouldnt repair them. We should dismantle them and and learn everything what we can learn but never and i mean never repair a foreign machine you dont know. Machines like that could look Harmless but we dont know how intelligent it is how its programmed and what weapons could be build in under this Ironskin."
-Days later-
"What are you doingTer i thought you work on the Golems"
"No time for that there was something huge to the south east i had to investigate. You know where the glow from the lastnight comes from."
"And because of that you are making a little Birdstatue?"
"It is my old messangerbird i reconfigurating it so i can use it as spy."
"But its a Machine how would it give us the information it collects?"
"It has an Mnemocrystal inside its head so it can countain days of Videodata"
"Video?"
"Yes you dont know whatvideo is so ahmmm. It saves all things that it has heard or seen."
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Karatomca becomes a City in this turn.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : City
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Outpost
(ooc: Poltifar can you discribe some of the inner workings of one of your Golems?)
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Oh well, i guess i can conjure up something that helps me.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Helesh's airship will be kept around the city to ship materials from below.
Thlash's airship is heading towards the first ruins of this game. It can land on water as well as land. It flies at a 1000m altitude and is certainly large enough to be spotted from the ground. And all crewmembers aboard the ship have good training in combat (elite level) and are as lightly armed as a Thelash can be (2 rapiers and 10 throwing daggers each, at all times). I'll be using my army symbol to represent the ship.
As for game rules, airships use sails as propulsion so they are subject to the same rules as normal ship when it comes to movement.
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(29)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
code:Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books/Administration
Shel : Shushaw Hath : Administration
Helesh : Around Hath : Administration
Thlash : Shahalal : Exploration
Shehal : Oakvale : Diplomatic duty
code:Army status
Name : Shahalal exploration force
Place : SW of Shesh
Vehicle : Shuhalal
Composition : 13 elite assassins/explorers + ship defenses
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
A few notes:
Grieger - I'm pretty sure in my standing orders I said that you got permission to complete the road from the lord of Romilath, granted he's going to tax any good passing through pretty obscenly.
Akroma/Imp - Awesome writing for the battle.))
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲ÅÇ▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...ç┌──── Θ≈≈≈──┐═ΘV....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂Tæ≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
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≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((All right, I am caught up.
I must apologise for the issue with the ruins. Apparantly when Xotes changed his symbol I accidentally changed the ruins symbol too. That is fixed now.
Currently my first post is far out of date. Since re-reading (I read through it once, but only once so far) the last seven pages would be torture for me to get exact growth details, if everyone would be kind enough to post the current state of their towns I would be highly greatful.
Turn 16 - Graed and Ter reached the Roshinans. Trade commenced but no outstanding deals were signed. Karaman bided her time in Aveceleba, finishing preparations for her next expedition and attempting to convince Larika to join her.
Offer: Wood, Pottery, High Quality Crafts, Cloth, High Quality Clothing
Requesting: Stone, Certain medicinal herbs only found in wetlands, glass.
Romilath grew to a Town.
The road between Mutheithru and Romilath was completed. The dracon traders felt terribly treated by the nearly 30% tax of all foreign-made goods by Lord Kireal. Vulpinan traders left Romilath towards Mutherithru with food and wood (some of which came from Aveceleba)
Turn 17 - Graed left eastward alone, using the river to speed his travel back to Liliaceleba. Karaman and Larika left Aveceleba to the east to the forest's edge. At the end of the turn Graed reached the migrating group and they set up Thaciomu (Fishmarket, in honor of expected trades with the Roshani).
Karaman and Larika travel eastward two hexes towards the edge of the forest. The Valtan force-marches to keep up since this is the only time they expect to need too.
Turn 18 - <<Tengu>>
Significant debate rages across the council of lords, which is attended by Dodek.
Karaman and Larika travel south one tile, slowed by the Vulpinan over terrain that is unfamilier to her and the fact that they are keeping a low profile (sneaking). At the end of the turn they watch in horror as the forest far against the Horizen is set ablaze.
Turn 19 - One scout was sent from aveceleba southward one tile, observing the damage done to the forest there.
Karaman and Larika go south one tile, getting within visual range of Zurinth and the Tengu force.
Thaciomu grows to a Hamlet- A trade route is opened with the Roshani pending Heph's will.
Turn 20 - <<Hraph>>
Karaman and Larika stop as they witness the attack on the city. Kara attempts to persuade Larika to head northward with her to warn her people. Regardless of weather the scouts stays with her or not Karaman heads one tile northwest, then north. (If larika follows, she will only head northwest)
The scout goes south one hex as the Tengu move south to attack. He sees the fighting that occurs at Zurinth and fully assesses the cause and extent of the fire. A dracon caravan has some goods siezed after it's owners are caught "smuggling". (Actually, Kireal saw some things he liked and ordered them sized on a trumped-up charge.)
Turn 21 - Hraph was approached by a vulpinan border patrol from Liliaceleba.
Thaciomu grows to a Village
Three vulpinan couples arrive at Campcastle and request to become residents, claiming they have no wish to live under Kireal.
Lord Kireal begins training soldiers with Iron and Steel equipment made from taxed and sized caravan goods.
Turn 22 - Kara arrives at Aveceleba and relays information about the battle to the council, not too long after the aftershock from the explosion. Immediatly the vulpinans begin training a number of civilians to act as a defensive guard. Requisitions to Romilath and Liliaceleba are sent for additional troops in case of invasion.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
quote:
Originally posted by Jamini:
<STRONG>
if everyone would be kind enough to post the current state of their towns I would be highly greatful.</STRONG>
My Settlements:
Alchemia : 58 : Village
(the one in middle of desert)
Terra : 56 : Village
(the one west of desert)
Altus Tumulosus : 21 : Hamlet
(new settlement NE of Terra)
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
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Madara was exhausted. Victorious he was, but the price payed was high. For days and nights he together with every man that was strong enough to stand he would take care of the wounded. Getting blood on him like a commoner.
These were his people, and he couldn't help it but feel guilty. Each burn on their skin of his people was a burn in his conscience.
But his hard work payed off, and just after a few days, most of the severly injured were out of danger. But the scares would remain, a memorial for their courage and their sacrifice. For the whole time they fought for the lives of their wounded comrades, the corpses were left unattended. When they finaly had the time to bury them, the stink was enormous.
They qwere buried in just one big grave. Not having the time to build a proper tombstone, all that could be done was to put up their staffs on top of the grave.
After the burial ceremony, the Tengu started heading southwards, starting to board the ship. The reinforcements deserved to be brought home...
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Mohayiga+harbour: village : 69
Eientei: village : 73
Murakami: vtown : 83
Makai : town : 89
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 73 men, ready to be send home next turn
"Now what do you think that is?" Inod whispered to Meamo as the two of them watched the storm giant pass from the cover of a rest house, his green eyes meeting her brown as the struggled to keep their mounts quiet. The resting area had once been a hunting blind, now converted into a comfortable burrow along the Lathmimale Road for the merchants who regularily passed through the area.
Warily Meamo looked back at the crafts they carried to trade in Liliaceleba: bolts, bows, pottery, all neatly stacked in the back of the blind. Not expecting to move onward for the night, she had unburdened her pack-wolf. With a quick glance she affirmed that Inod had unstrung his bow as well. Neither of them had expected to be attacked in the blind, and thus neither of them were ready to approach a strange creature. Thick rings of smocke following it's path as it continued southward. That much indicated it was sentient, at least.
Still, curiosity reigned in Meamo's mind as she saw the great beast lumbering southward. Where is it going, where did it come from? It wasn't a naitive of the forest, that much was obvious from how it kept to the road and moved slowly through the trees, so obviously it's people must be from a different area. If they didn't live in the forest, it was likely that she could broker a deal with them. Stone, Metal, Glass, Flux stone... possibly even new types of cloth! Perhaps they were amazing craftsmen or expert masons? The creature's size indicated towards great strength, compared to a vulpinan at least, if nothing else it could probably make *sturdy* and *big* things, perhaps she could arrange a contract for his people to build for the vulpinans. In exchange for food, medicine, and strong river spirits.
Inod watched his wife as she licked her lips, an expression of reserved distress falling across his face. Meamo had "that" look on her face again. The look that had led her to selling their house for a seeded flux quarry (which had been owned by somone other than who she had bought it from), the one that had led her to illegally search the goods of another merchant on a rumor that somone matching his description had stolen a few emeralds from the treasury in Aveceleba (suprisingly, that rumor was right. While she led him away to do business Inod had found emeralds matching the description of the stolen stones inside of a clay jar.). Releasing a sigh, he put a warning hand on her shoulder and locked his eyes with hers again, "Let me string my bow quickly, then we'll go."
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As Hjolf walked a small voice called out behind him, its high-pitched inflection unfamilier to the giant. "Hail to you great creature! State your name and business here!"
((Currently Inod is hiding alongside the road, and Meomo is greeting Hjolf. If he is peaceful they'll bring him with them to Liliaceleba to talk with Raom. If Hjolf chooses to act aggressivly then Inod has no problems with shooting him. Meomo is fairly decent at determining the moods of others, and they do have a signal that indicates weather they expect violence. Both of them are mounted on wolves. (However the wolves are trained for hunting,not fair combat)
Skills:
Meomo, Trader-
Competent Judge of Intent
Competent Persuader
Competent Appraiser
Novice Comedian
Dabbling Wood Carver
Very Agile
Inod, Ranger -
Skilled Ambusher
Competent Animal Caretaker
Competent Animal Trainer
Novice Bowman
Novice Comedian
Judge of Intent
Tough
Agile
And to answer your question, Larika will continue following Kara.
Turn pending.))
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
Hjolf was rather surprised to hear the voice calling. He had expected arrows.
Stopping his step calmly he turned around and looked down to the small creature riding on a... wolf? It appeared to be somekind of a fox.
Before answering he puffed out a cloud of smoke, and inhaled deeply. Sort of reassuring move for himself.
"Hail and well met... whoever or whatever ye are"
edit: Im going to sleep now too so dont expect me to answer too soon.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
The Voices of the Lords rose and fell in a crecendo around her as Karaman stood on the podium, her words echoing through the palace. Once again she wished Larika was here, however even though the scout had proven to be a worthy companion and a trustworthy friend over the last few months... if a little unusual in her ways of thinking... the lords still held this irrational caution abour her. Their sense of fear had been hightened greatly, especially since word had come back that the fire in the southern forest had been set deliberatly, and now Kara returned with news of battle!
"We cannot sit by and do nothing!" Counciler Yori called out, his red mechanics badge flashing in the gold light that filtered through the laquar windows. The coloration giving the mosaic that was inlaid into the wooden floor a golden cast. "Our home burns! I say we immediatly raise an expdetitionary army, including
"What of the Valtan, do you think she knows anything of importance?" The Aged Lord Domi of the fishervulpi asked, placing his right handpaw to pull the younger mechanic back.
"Her people very well could have been the perpetrators. Karaman, did she not say herself that her people used heat and flame in building machines and in war?" Poi of the Woodworkers countered, shaking her greying head slightly as she looked at the explorer.
"Yes, but I can't imagine..." Kara started, shifting subconsiously as the debate raged around her central platform.
"Nonesense! It's clear the Valtans are the agressers here!" Yori shouted out, pulling against Domi's grasp and lifting a hand in defiance to the rest of the council.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Yori. It may be they were attacked. If we go blaming them we may end up next on the list of targets by these people. I say we proceed catiously and investigate the situation further." Domi replied, pulling the much younger mechanic to look him in the face.
"Domi, would you have all of our home burned before you can see the danger? We must immediatly respond with full force! Whipe them out so they cannot cause such waste again!" Yori countered, shoving away the handpaw and leaving a long scratch on the fishervulpin's arm. His remaining hand rising to strike at the other lord once again.
"You will SIT DOWN Yori!" The High Lord called out, his rich voice ringing across the room. For a moment all was silent as Yori uncomfortably noticed his position. With a sheepish look the young mechanic lowered his arm "... I am sorry, High Lord. I was out of line." he replied, hanging his head and taking his seat. The moment he did the hubub and shouting resumed with full force.
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'Urgh, this is going nowhere.' Kara thought to herself, looking down at her foreward handpaws in disgust. Mindlessly, she let her thoughts drift back to five months ago. Her claw idlely sketching a circle into the wooden floor as she thought of when she had first met Larika, when she had begun studying magic. Something back then, something that had continued to bother her...
Without realizing it, Kara felt herself pulled slowly into a trance. At once she felt both 'in' and 'out', this time without the effort that it normally took. Her senses swelled, blotting out the dull roar that filled the chambers behind her as she felt herself expand.
Kara was huge, immense, she felt as if she towered above everything. Her limbs reached for miles and her mind streached across the vast tract of land. She saw people, creatures of every type and description. Some working, others training. Shadows, Lizards, Winged Men, Giants, Metal Beasts... images that flashed by so fast that she could barely glimpse at them in wonder before another approached. The colors, the lights, they were everywhere. Crossing the eye of her mind, visible even behind her eyelids. For a moment that seemed an eternity she stood there, fighting against the tide of information before her mind shut down.
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"Hear! Et Nithara Rena!"
Kara's voice stopped the debate, ringing across the chamber and throughout the building. Her eyes were closed, and as she spoke a halo of white light surrounded her body, lifting her from her feet and bringing her to the center of the room.
"Hear the cry of the burning willow as it is torn from it's home in the earth!" Kara shouted, her voice causing an immense silence to fall upon the council chamber, "The birds of carrion have slain the mighty Coyote, their fearful talons rending it limb from limb as the clever beast flees it's home. The heavens cry and the earth shouts, as the crow loses four eyes and is given back yet two more, only to let it fall from it's caw onto the great basin of the sea. The mountains bring forth pain to the plains, but the plains escape the mountain's wrath and tire it with it's endless games. Still the beacon of hope flies, as steam rises from across the world, and all must shout out and die with the coming of the end of the beginning! And as all fall into nothingness those from a world long dead will find a world yet beginning again, yet as they face thier home an unfamilier face will speak to them in a tounge they know well!
So says I, Karaman: Et Nithara Rena, the Future of Truths. Let it be heard throughout the lands! The forest cries in it's pain, and seeks vengance against those who have hurt it. The husband of the monster must be sought out, his wife placated so that the people of the river can discover their place and send aid to their friends and allies. Et Adi Quinefa must be brought down, but not slain, so that his will does not destroy us all. And the last, Emuramelela must be ruined by those he chose to ruin first. The pain of those he ruined returned twice before his end!
So is Et Nithara Rena!"
"I am Meamo, a vulpinan trader. And if you keep traveling in this direction you are going to arrive in our city Liliaceleba within two days. If you are looking for a place to trade or rest that would an ideal place. We are going there ourselves, and if you would like we could probably get you an audiance with the Mayor there, if you'd like."
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Inod shook his head as Meamo talked with the giant. Really, that was the reason he loved her: She knew no fear whatsoever. Most other vulpinan's would be shaking in their boots, so close to a creature that would be able to send them flying with a solid kick. Not Meamo however. Here she was again, standing toe to toe with a possibly dangerous opponent, and unarmed she stood tall, proud, and friendly.
For a moment Inod wondered if she simply held that much confidence in his skill as her bodyguard and husband. If she did, she had far more confidence in him than he did.
As I said before it is made entirely from iron and has the shape (and size) of a dragon. The wings are not fully made of iron. Imagine the wings as only the exoskeleton of a dragon's wings. To that skeleton is attached a sail made of shadow silk. The sail is cone-shaped and directed towards the rear of the airship so that when the wind blows in the right direction the airship accelerates.
The ship can be operated by a single trained Thelash operator. Any other race would certainly have problems since there are too many levers and other gearworks. Although mechanically inclined races would eventually find out how it works.
The wings are also articulated and they can be moved from the inside of the ship in a pattern similar to that of birds (flapping motion). This has the effect of accelerating the airship. Of course doing so requires a fair bit of effort on the part of the occupants, and since they are Thelash they can't do that for long periods of time, even with the gearwork. So that is an explanation of why forced march rules apply to the vehicle. And this also explains how the ship turns.
The hull of the airship is of course thermically and electrically isolated from the inside, to avoid injuries and material damage while flying through a thunderstorm. The tail of the dragon can be used as a lightning rod.
Now for active defenses the airship has 12 iron ballistae-like contraptions (they work like ballistae but they use metal springs instead of ropes for propulsion). Here's a schematic to show where they are located :
code:The Shuhalal (Shadow-Dragon)
Seen from above :
(wing)
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(head) #####B#####
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####################B#######(tail)
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(wing)Seen from below :
(wing)
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(head) #B######B##
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########B#####B#####B#######(tail)
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(wing)
All ballistae can be rotated 180 degrees in every direction.
The neck and head are also fully articulated and the "eyes" contain a wide cabin that can be used for aiming. Though the mouth of the dragon does not contain a weapon...yet.))
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
For a name to the battle if people are still interested I suggest “The Indirect Battles of Disappointment”.
And Poltifar, that is an underground magma flow, they can’t know it’s there and even if they do they need to dig 2km underground to reach it.
Don’t worry, there will already this turn be something else to lead our peoples together…))
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 92 !!elves!! (town) (+7 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 22 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 151 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon. (news on this?)
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and is beginning to learn some common. (ca 5000 words, basic grammar.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 70m.
Some of various Buildings and science done in Ariquemera:
The great tower in Ariquemera is completed!
The great tower sees the landscape within 10 tiles or so (it is on one of the greatest mountain peaks on the board, terribly high, and has great optical equipment.). it discovers the storm Giant, the Zefie, and the Golem civs, and begin flashing the Fibonacci numbers towards them.
(Cities: Alchemia, Terra, Hrafngard, Uthargeshud, and whatever the Zefie place was called were Amizoimi is.) ))
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. (Making science 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.)
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((Note: this part is horribly written and confused because I am just writing anything to prove to myself I can write at all after yesterdays failure.))
Description of The Great Tower of Ariquemera:
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╚╗ = tunnel/stairs
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≈ =magma flow
│ = smooth obsidian wall
≡ = titanium reinforces thick iron plates
○ = trapped and guarded area.
-- = platformNote: This is just a sketch to get the general feel of it, not very exact or consistent, just some ASCII art rather than a map.
If someone hasn’t read my previous posts Ariquemera is spread out along the shores of the magma flow.
Some facts:
The tower is 111 meters high and 21m in diameter at the base. It has a 360 degree platform at 60m and the main buildings lowest floor at 100m.
The walls are of meter thick continues obsidian whit no weak points and thee lowest 10m are clad in what is basically very thick tank armour, this also goes down into the ground several meters so you cant just dig under it.
Below the 60m mark the surface is 100% smooth whit no doors or windows or holes big enough for even a earthworm to crawl thought, actually it is watertight even as the obsidian has been molten into place.
Trying to climb it would be like climbing a sheer smooth polished glass surface; actually obsidian even is a glass to that’s no “like” in it.
The floors at 60m and 100+m are built from iron and titanium.
Placed around the 60m platform are 13 <<Semiautomatic>> and inside a few bins whit thousands of magnesium tipped bolts. There is also an aluminium elevator to the surface. (not the high-tech kind of elevator, just the same kind any race here would use whit a platform and a few ropes, except its made from aluminium.)
The main building is basically cylindrical 11m tall (as you have noticed if you know any math) and 35m in diameter, it has 5 floors.
Floor 1: Living quarters, dining room (whit food stockpiles) and resting quarters and library and such things necessary for living there. Also a few hatches and such necessary for dropping hot and heavy things on invaders, either at the base of the tower or somehow on the stairs.
Floor 2: Various things whit communications and optics, and also calculating machines necessary for managing those.
This is were communications whit Efil-inira are handled, aided by huge lenses and whit several transmissions at any given time. The basic system behind it is still the same as the first one used in Efil-inira however; an elf waves whit luminescent objects (originally their own hands heated up, nowadays aluminium sticks coated in a cold-light alloy is used. (the alloy works basically like the green-glowing paint used in waches before the harmful effects of radioactivity was discovered, except this is about 50 times stronger so it looks somewhat like a strong glow stick.)) in specific patterns representing letters of the elven alphabet. (The system is similar to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_semaphore )
It also currently contains five contraptions blinking out Fibonacci numbers to the giants, Zefie and Golem cities.
Etc. etc. etc. writing this took far longer than expected so I cant do this deitail.
The important things it contains are:
A laser weapon similar to the Roshanian one, but this one works by magnesium fire light and cold-light alloy (The elves use that stuff for just about anything were they need light, be it optics, illumination, communication, or decoration)
A grand ¤titanium and diamond telescope¤ controlled by calculation machines and precision made in all ways, this have magnification and precision of Hubble or something. It is mostly used for astronomy but sometimes as when first built for scanning the terrain.
A huge high-tension ¤Titanium ballista¤, precision controlled by calculating machines, it has a fast and a slow fire mode; the fast one can fire every 10 minutes and hit anything whiting 2 km whit a precision of 10m, the slow mode takes an hour but can hit anything whiting 3 tiles whit a precision of a single metre. The bolts tend to be magnesium-napalm or tungsten stuff that can punch through 50cm iron plate or nasty stuff like that.
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The Glass Golem encircled whit steel bands held up his newly made <<clear>>, it was a beautiful piece of art, he had been working on it sice morning and now it was late night and the stars were clearly visible above his outdoors workplace, a beautiful night indeed.
He almost dropped the bowl when a bright green flash of light refracted thought his glass body, and he turned around towards the southeast from wish it came.
A creature of flesh would have been stunned by the flash that came again, exactly the same strength and duration.
Then it was two flashes within an instant from each other, they seemed to come from right above a far away mountain peak.
Three flashes. Five flashes.
The strength was of lightning, but there were no sound at all.
Eight flashes.
Even his magical eyes began to get annoyed now.
13 flashes. By now it flashed on and of for several seconds each time.
21 flashes. 34 flashes.
He forced his eyes away from the transfixing light, and began running towards [whoever is responsible for the city].
55 flashes he aw as he ran, somewhere in the back of his mind, from ancient memory reserves he knew it was something special whit the numbers, they were significant somehow.
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There was a great party in the Green Bubble, food and wine was plentiful, and Amizoimi ate most of his monthly uranium this day to, there was cheering and singing all around, and even if Amizoimi didn’t quite understand the words of the song his elven voice certainly helped it.
“Me we nice does party does!” he spoke in common
And everybody lighted and drank more wine, Yankee told stories about the former world and even if he didn’t understand half of it he still found them extremely exiting. All was good.
They partied into the deep of night, and had great fun all the time; this was how life was meant to be.
Moonlight shone thought the transparent green roof, and stars were visible above, the noise of the evening had worn down and all the guests except Yankee and Felu had gone home, they were lying on the floor looking up at the stars thought the window, conversing slowly about the cosmos and the meaning of life, all was piece and quiet…
Suddenly a flash lit the room and surprised everyone, the sat up and looked towards the direction it came from.
Then there was another flash, had it not been for the glass wals they might have been blinded.
They hurried out.
There was two more flashes.
“Ariquemera plausible direction there lieeses.”
There was three flashes.
“So, seems your kind provided fireworks for us then, Amizoimi”
And they laughed, and then they sat there watching until sunrise.
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Hrafn stumbled out from the castle, laughing like a maniac and drunk like a pig, what a party!
He went into the bushes beside the wall, pulled down his pants, and did what he went out to do, he made himself decent again and began to stumble bach towards the gate for more mead.
A sudden green flash made him fall flat on his face, he sat up only to be blinded by another another one.
He got up and there was two more, his eyes hurt now.
He covered his eyes whit his sleeve, which was rather drenched in mead and sauce, and began walking back towards the castle, muttering about what the hell his god found wrong about the ordinary noisy white lightning.
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At day, the tower stood dark and loaming, towering into the sky like a giant tree burnt by fire, the surface as smooth as ice and as black as the obsidian it was.
At night, however, the tower was like a million coloured flower, the steam of the flower near invisible against the black sky, but the swelling crown at the top shining whit a thousand coloured light dancing a complex dance, the great tower transmitted whit this dance each second a hundred worst in all directions, each aimed towards whatever it was intended for.
And the tower sees all, day and night, and the diamond eye of Ilecaaye watches the stars at night and the earth at day.
edit: Good to see you again Jamini.
[ June 07, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
However, I'm starting to become concerned with a few things. Right now we have so many civs that in world gen many of them are getting totally pushed out of their favored biomes. In particular, the mountain civs.
I'm going to try and solve it by putting Tengu into shrubland (along with Koneko) and reducing storm giants start group # so that the pringer and Drogar can actually spawn in their more logical positioning (as it is, Tengu have a pretty broad biome support.) The Zelfie are definatly going to need to live in forests however (along with the Vulpinans). For the !!elves!!... well... I'm working on it.
Either way, eventually i'll get everything banged out.))
Wolk was happy that the group had finally reached Buigend Riet. Though by now there were little to no signs of the old village's presence, the woods had remained mostly the same. It was the place where he and a good portion of the group had grown up. Parents were pointing out local landmarks to their children, saying things like, "That's where I used to play tree-ball with my friends when I was your age," and, "Over there is where the berry patch used to be, before Brandwond burnt it down playing with fire."
So many happy memories from this place, and yet the reason they had returned was not nearly as joyous as the return itself. Wolk had seen the fire in the sky. At the time, he had been conversing with Stilte over the proper way to cook a clutch of quail eggs. Stilte had been the first to see it. Squinting at the eastern sky, he commented "It's as if the sun is rising, though the dawn is still hours away."
Seeking to get a better view of the sky, Wolk and Stilte moved to a nearby clearing. There, they saw the pillar of flame shoot up into the sky. Looking at his friend, Wolk said, "It is certainly a good thing that we have left; with this, my regrets have vanished."
"The same for me," agreed Stilte. Squinting at the sight, he said, "Either that thing is far closer than it appears, or it is absolutely huge. I'm not sure which one I would prefer: a greater danger that is farther away, or a lesser one which is close."
"Definitely the first," replied Wolk, "If it's far enough away, we might not have to face it. And even if it is a greater danger, we will have time to prepare."
"True," said Stilte, "But if it is too great a danger, than no matter how much time we have to prepare, it will still destroy us."
Wolk chuckled, "You're far to pessimistic for your own good." Becoming serious again, he asked, "Do you think it might have something to do with our 'guest?'"
"Who knows?"
"Our 'guest.'" With this, they both burst into laughter. The dimming light quickly reinstated the somber mood though, and the two watched as the flames began to die down. Gravely, Wolk said, "If we're going to re-settle Buigend Riet, it might be a good idea to set up an outpost to the east."
Stilte nodded. "I'll look into it."
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"This is definitely the general area," said Silis. "This hill is where Riet saw the giants from. It should be somewhere around here. We marked it with two rocks leaning against each other under a thorn bush." Pijl looked around at the rolling plains with thousands of thorn bushes. This was going to take a while. He pulled up the branches of a bush nearest him. No rocks. He sighed; a very long while.
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((Recovery team sets up a temporary camp so they can search the area and retrieve everything that was left behind.
Migrant group moves west to the old site of Buigend Riet. Work on temple continues.
And it's good to have you back, Jamini))
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Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : City
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
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Wereldmond - World's mouth : N of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
Log of Silvak Bluesabers
Word has reached me of extremely high taxes and outright theft from the government of Romilath. I am headed there personally to deal with this insult. Either the mayor will cease this nonsense or trade relations will end.
I have dispatched a messenger to the mayor of the city demanding the return of the stolen goods and the tax reduced to a reasonable level by the time I arrive. I will not stand for this.
[Military ID seal]
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|Campcastle temple continuing the negotiations with the ‼elf‼|
The entire room seemed almost entranced by the gems. Though a metalworker was summoned to identify the tungsten and titanium he couldn't identify them. Everybody in the room was far more interested in the gems and gold however.
This is very impressive." The high priest said studying a particularly large diamond, trying very hard to keep a neutral diplomatic expression in the presence of so much loot. "I have never heard of elves that are such skilled miners."
The priest said something that couldn't quite be made out to one of the soldiers near and the soldier left to fetch a long scroll. After the scroll was retrieved she cast a spell on the scroll itself and handed it to the ‼elf‼.
"That is a list of our obtainable resources. Basically what we can produce enough of to trade. Our primary export is usually iron, and a homebrewn iron alloy, which I'm sure you have plenty of, but perhaps you can find something that would be of use to your people.
(The scroll was obviously written in the dracon's common but a translation of the words seemed to hover in the air above it the scroll also seemed unharmed by the heat.)
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~≡▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂W▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐D. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Y♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂║≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲ÅÇ▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘.s.~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...ç┌──── Θ≈≈≈──┐═ΘV....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞v..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂⌂⌂æ≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷.≡♣... ♣♣♣..¥♥T≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Campcastle :Town
Riversnake :Village
Forestslayer :Hamlet
Boatland+road:Village
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~≡▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂W▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐D. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲⌂⌂Y♣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂║≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲ÅÇ▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘.s.~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...ç┌──── Θ≈≈≈──┐═ΘV....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞v..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂≡⌂æ≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷.≡♣... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≡▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Mohayiga+harbour: village : 75
Eientei: village : 79
Murakami: town : 90
Makai : town : 96
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 73 men on their way home
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Taranis was barking orders to the food haulers and hunters of the city, for they would need lots of food for the army, when a gatewatch shouted him that Hrafn was arriving with the heavy elite regiment from the castle. Taranis quickly straightened up and hurried to the gates which were just opening. He gave a mark to few giants with drums on the gate and they sounded a welcoming fanfar.
Taranis opened his arms and walked up to Hrafn who was looking around him with a cold, calculating look on his eyes. Finally he respected Taranis with a look and hugged him with the traditional hug.
"Welcome o' Lord of Storms! We have waited your coming with anxiety, and my best chambers are reserved for your stay!"
"Yes yes. Now, how many men we have here at the moment?"
"Well... The regiment of Hrafngard had 50 and yours has 20. We are still waiting the regiment from Hallr."
"Hmph... 70, and Hallr is too small to provide us with more than 10. That makes only 80 men..."
The expression at Hrafns face told Taranis that he was thinking something.
"My lord? Something bothering you?"
"Yes. When we are gone send word to Hrafngard, they are to send forth a new settlement group. And start breeding those giant eagles once again. I have a feeling we might need some sort of airforce someday"
Taranis bowed and hurried away to put up the orders. Hrafn walked to the townsquare where the small army had camped. After some moments of thought he came to a decision, the army was small enough for it to move fast and unnoticed. They would move out today and march to Hallr immeaditely to meet up with the forces there.
Then, they would continue to this town the foxthing had told about. Apparently a prosperous one too.
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Ragndir had found a small cave from a small forest near the place they were supposed to wait for this messenger of Hrafn. Apparently it wouldnt be a giant.
Wondering who they were supposed to wait for and why, Ragndir began to light a small cooking fire on the floor of the cave. Some of the boys had taken down a cougar and they would eat well today.
Oh well... He was anyhow beginning to like the life in the wilderness with his boys.
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Hjolf had some difficulty understanding the words of the fox, but what he Could make out of it, he understood that its intention was peaceful and it offered to lead him somewhere. He took yet another deep inhaling of the calming smoke of the tobacco plant, and came to the conclusion that life was dull and this was a chance to make it more exciting.
He nodded to the fox
"Lead the way..."
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OOC: Here is some information then how the giant army consists.
First of all, there is no untrained troops in giant armies, every giant is taught the ways of war from birth.
All the usual troops are clad in iron or steel ringmail armor and have simple(but deadly nonetheless) warhammers or swords with them. Also they carry large round shields with them. Thats the standard gear of a giant soldier.
Then the 20 elites i have there. Every single one of them has full steel platemail armor, and they carry steel tower shields. Their weapons are a Two handed giant flamberge and expectional steel warhammer. They wear colored steel masks crafted into various terrifying creature faces. They are also called "Battlefield terror" when they charge into enemy ranks with their flamberges, being quite devastating. Right now they are Hrafns bodyguard.
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[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
quote:
Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>(( I don't think you have to make up anythign fancy. Just use the racial advantages of your giants. They are huge and extraordinary though. They could take lots of punishment before even having to slow down. Now equip them with some proper armor and a big shield, and stopping them would be very hard to do. An army of 80 giants, charging at the enemy, with shields in front of them and armor all around them, they'd probably only lose 10 or (probably) less than that before reaching melee distance. With their enormous strength and reach, they are walking siege engines, easily able to tear down walls. They could easily overrun smaller settlements without a single casuality if done right. Just because your giants don't invent fancy things and don't use fancy strategies, don't underestimate brute force))</STRONG>
I know that, but for example roshanians sun gun can be quite devastating. Good idea i have to say, but i would rather have that people are inventive and wouldnt copy someone elses things. Now im not saying that Armok should dismantle his tower, im just saying that i hope not everyone builds things like that.
Finally they came in sight of the mining team that had reported about the collapse. Shel spoke with the head of the team.
"Is anyone hurt ? Did anyone get stuck on the other side of the collapsed tunnel ?" he said
"Collapsed tunnel ? No, no it's not like that at all. It's not the ceiling that caved in but the floor. Take a look." answered the engineer.
Shel looked around and saw a huge hole in the floor. He peered inside. Darkness peered back at him, though he was used to darkness and could distinguish a corridor, completely square. The walls had exactly the same height as the width of the floor and the ceiling.
"Doesn't look like one of our mining galleries." said Shel.
"I would even say it's not made by nature." added one of the archaeologists "I'm going to ask for equipment to explore down there. Who knows what we may find out."
"Could it be related to the body parts we found ?" asked Shel.
"It's not impossible, though it's quite far from the dig. What we first took for a graveyard might be part of a much larger complex, right underneath our boots."
The idea was frightening, even for a Thelash. There were creatures that had lived here before the Thelash arrived. What were they ? Are there still any in this world ? What could be learned from their ruins ? And more importantly : what had happened to them ?
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Thlash heard the news as well, they were interesting. If the expedition was lucky, they may learn about that race during their travels. For now he observed the Pringer settlement to the south of the airship. Too bad they were in a hurry to move, else he would have established contact with them.
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code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(30)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
code:Shraal : Shushaw Shesh : Writing books
Shel : Shushaw Hath : Administration
Helesh : Around Hath : Administration
Thlash : Shuhalal : Exploration
Shehal : Oakvale : Diplomatic duty
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
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Turn 24:
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 113 !!elves!! (town+outpost) (+21 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 10 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 165 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and is beginning to learn some common. (35% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 80m.
Planning is done on “The Great Façade of Efil-inira”, a project sealing all entrances and openings in the defence and replacing it whit a single fort entrance shaped like a 30m high obsidian replica of Acathiimas head.
Some of various Buildings and science done in Ariquemera:
I don’t even list the most important tech achievements any more, lets just say they have an equivalent to ENIAC, can do just about anything whit alloys, and are at 1940s level of theoretical sciences, +-30 gyears depending on the field of study, and can manufacture things whit a micrometer precision. However no mobile engines for vehicles and only rudimentary mass production.
Ariquemera now covers two tiles, but it is continuous and it is really only on the board game aspect this is something special, it has always grown in that direction and taken lots of space.
The great tower continues flashing the Fibonacci numbers towards the cities every night.
The floating Shushaw Shesh is spotted whit the telescope (as a ”strange floating dot.”) and Fibonacci blinking is initialised, however due to the distance it is only visible as a strange clear-green star near the southern horizon and not likely to be noticed except by an astronomer or similar, someone that doesn’t know astronomy may think it strange and point it out for someone who knows.
Due to the high population Ariquemera is forced to structure it’s management, it is a very liberal democracy were everyone who wants to vote can vote and an major and executive major is re-elected every few weeks. The major is always Ilecaaye so they were forced to have the executive major post as he wants nothing to do whit governing, the executive major runs everything except science but Ilecaaye has a first say that he never uses, there is a silent consensus to rotate the EM post so everyone gets a try at it...))
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. (Making science 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.)
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The entire room seemed almost entranced by the gems. Though a metalworker was summoned to identify the tungsten and titanium he couldn't identify them. Everybody in the room was far more interested in the gems and gold however.
This is very impressive." The high priest said studying a particularly large diamond, trying very hard to keep a neutral diplomatic expression in the presence of so much loot. "I have never heard of elves that are such skilled miners."
The priest said something that couldn't quite be made out to one of the soldiers near and the soldier left to fetch a long scroll. After the scroll was retrieved she cast a spell on the scroll itself and handed it to the ‼elf‼.
"That is a list of our obtainable resources. Basically what we can produce enough of to trade. Our primary export is usually iron, and a homebrewn iron alloy, which I'm sure you have plenty of, but perhaps you can find something that would be of use to your people.
(The scroll was obviously written in the dracon's common but a translation of the words seemed to hover in the air above it the scroll also seemed unharmed by the heat.)
Iron, enhanced iron, copper, tin, zinc, salt.
Stone ((all types including bauxite))
Dracoroot((plant won't grow where the ‼elves‼ live. Also not fireproof. Can be used to produce enhanced iron if a way to handle it is devised.))
Sand
Seafood, livestock and pets(mostly cattle, chickens and dogs from Ombarosha)
((Misc. tools, crafts, and other such mundane things. Nothing particularly advanced))
"I'm afraid our leader is away currently but we can quickly contact him to get the ok for any trade deals. I can also show you around the city if you like. Though it may be extended across a few days, the spell I cast to speak with you has a limited duration and it takes time to ready it again."
Fothacema was surprised the Dracon was so transfixed over a few pretty stones, but being a skilled diplomat he got the situation and how much an advantage it was, he read the scroll and then he spoke:
“There is only one single thing we want from this list, and that is the magic that stops it from burning in my hand and makes me able to read it.
The elves do not desire pretty minerals other than we can make better ourselves, and we find your trade whit living creatures disturbing, there are only three things you have that we want:
Your Knowledge.
Your magic.
Your cold hands.
The first to know whatever else resides in this world, be it people or places. To know how this world and others work. To know history.
The second to do what we cannot do whit our hands. To do what we cannot do whit our gadgets yet. To see what we cannot see whit our eyes.
The third for company, and for the abilities one have that the other do not, and to defend from whatever dangers the future might pose to ore peoples.
For each book and scroll you send over, in such a state it can e read by us and assuming honesty and no duplicates, we will pay its weight in diamonds.
For every Dracon you send over to work and tech in our cities we will pay his weight in gold and silver, as well as whatever salary his work is worth.
For the magic I know nothing of what unit it is measured in or how much that unit is, but I can assure you thee payment for that will not be less than for the other things.
I do also propose the building of two or three towers between here and Efil-inira to use for communication and that may be run by elves that know this craft.”
((Unless you send over the entire population and 20 tons of books they can actually pay this quite easily.
One labour the Dracon can do that the elves can not is to easily handle things that do not handle heat well, like explosives, and to handle water to plumbing that in turn might lead to steamtech. As you read also as mercenaries even if the peaceful elves don’t really have the concept clear, and for the same reason the Dracon discipline would make them better at military tasks except maybe lightning magnesium stuff, but there is sure to be some quick invention for that.
Note that in this post I let Fothacema have some knowledge that he wouldn’t really have available about the doings of the !!elves!! after he left Efil-inira.))
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Iranineleni didn’t know how long he had been in that pit, it must have been years.
Those giants... there must be some way to get out...
He was looking thought the content of his backpack once more, as infinite times before, and suddenly he got an idea he hadn’t got before.
How could he not have thought of that earlier?
The took out a rather large and beautiful diamond, hold it in his hand heating it to about 1000C, and when a giant went close to roast some meat he threw it.
The spinning ¤Large Diamond¤ strikes the giant in the face!
It is badly burned.
The giants eye is incarnated.
The giant let out a roar of pain, but the other giants just stared at the priceless gem on the ground beside him.
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((Edit: Fixed some spelling and made sure the map was up to date.
also, some of the doings of my !!elves!! remind me of cultural domination/trade wining conditions of some RTS.
Especially how there is a slight chance depending on their greed that I will totally assimilate the Dracon?))
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>
Nhiphanter, the !!elves!! might be physically powerful and technologically advanced, but they are as naïve as Winnie-the-pooh and if you send a good diplomat/actress and convince them you would never harm anything they will lost likely trade you all the nuclear magical lightsabers and machineguns and lasercannons and tanks you could ever need. (Note that they have none of those things, it is only to get the idea.)
</STRONG>
Even if they did have and i would send a diplomat to them, I wouldnt use tanks, nukes or laser guns. That would be... lame in my opinion.
EDIT : What could bother guests is the temperature. It's at -20 Celsius most of the time, so a Dracon or an !!elf!! would have a hard time living there. Thelash are not bothered because of their shadow silk cloaks and they prefer colder temperatures anyway.
EDIT2 : And, Armok, 30km is way above clouds so it could only be used as a comms hub on cloudless days and nights.
EDIT3 : 30km might be a bit too much after all. I'll reduce it to 14km))
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
But that doesn't bother me at all :D quite the contrary, although I'm gona stick to some magic for now with little technology.
This is gona be the best and most original rpg I've ever heard of :D)))
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Furious wasn't beginning to describe what Orion felt. This whole expedition had turned out nothing when the supposed pass and river had turned out to be a mirage caused by the nearby desert's extreme heat!! Now what was he supposed to do? It seemed that the only way out of this god-forsakened desert would be to drill through the mountain ranges, and he didn't have nearly enough Golems with him to do that. It seemed the only possibility was returning home...
Just then, a certain rock formation caught his eye. Getting closer, he noticed it was actually a Golem hand! So atleast a few tombs must lay here. Maybe he could create a new settlement here. After all, he had wanted to surround the whole desert with settlements anyways, and so he would be speeding up the process while searching for more preserved brothers and maybe more forgotten artifacts and hidden knowledge left by the ancient Empire. The only thing he regretted, was knowing he was going to be spending many more days sorting through damned mountains of paperwork...
((Orion didn't see the message of the !!elves!! since he was at the base of the high mountains and thus it was hidden from him))
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Back at Alchemia, the whole city was in an uproar. The light that had been seen last night could not have been a natural phenomenon. The only question to be asked was wether whoever had created it was peaceful or not.
Ferrum Animus was a Golem who hated chaos and unproductiviness. He promptly ordered any person found lolling about back to work, with a few words of reassurement he didn't believe himself. He really wished that Orion hadn't left him in charge. The mines beckoned to him, and his favorite pick was propped unused near his room's door, left to gather dust, but his duty was much more important than his pleasures.
On his way to his office for even more tiring work, he peaked in on the glassmaker's workshops. All the glassmakers were surrounding Abro, hearing excitedly what he had to say.
"Alright people," belowed Ferrum, "the glass crafts won't be making themselves, you know. Everyone back to work!"
Ounce the workers had regained their workbenches, Ferrum got close to Abro, "Are you still recounting how you saw those flashes last night? No matter how unexpected they were, no matter what they might imply, they can't must not keep you from your work."
"But you can't begin to imagine what they might imply!" exclaimed Abro, "And I don't mean just the fact that they prove that their are others out there besides us. Think about it. This light must have been made using glass somehow, I recognized that sparkle of it instantly!"
"Do you mean you could reproduce such a signal? If you can, get to work on it immediately! It would be the perfect way to communicate between our settlements, not to mention other races."
"You are incredibly near-sighted, dear Ferrum! Don't you just SEE the possibilities? The endless creations we could make! Ofcourse, glass alone can't go far enough, but the smiths in Terra are already creating high quality metals, and your diggers in all settlements are finding many gems as well as documents about Alchemy and Runeology hidden in the tombs. Combining all of these specialities, we could create wonders undreamed of! Great magical barriers shielding our cities or hiding them behind mirages and illusions! Alchemical poisons fatal to the hardiest of creatures! Rituals to alter the weather and even the fabric of space and time ITSELF! Even portals!!! Can you imagine that, PORTALS!!!..."
"Hey, slow down, son, were are you going to get the resources to make all that, not to mention that nobody has been able to decipher the magical documents yet. We would need to find Runemaster and Alchemist Golems to do all that you are imagining."
"but..."
"No buts! Just build the flashing lights message thingy and then we'll think about the rest"
Leaving before Abro could object anymore, Ferrum mused to himself. Yeah, right, alter the weather and make portals. As well send the whole city floating into the air.
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Non-RP:
Tower in Alchemia reaches 78m, and is planned to top at 91m with whatever the glassmakers create built on top of it.
New settlements east and SE of desert.
Settlements:
Alchemia: 64
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 22 Clay Golems
- 16 Copper Golem engineers
- 13 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 66
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 25 Clay Golems
- 9 Copper Golem engineers
- 12 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 30
(new settlement NE of Terra)
- 5 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 5 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 15
(east of desert)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 9 Clay Golems
- 3 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 11
(SE of desert)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 4 Iron Golem miners
- 2 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
((((((So I tried to set the basis for my future projects, I think no one has yet done any of these: weather control, time control, portals, magical barriers and illusions. If they seem a bit too much, don't worry, the more advanced one like portals won't be done before atleast a dozen turns, and by time control I don't mean instant time travel, rewind time, or anything like that that ruins the game!))))))
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
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Originally posted by Poltifar:
<STRONG>((global communication hub... sattlelite... what next, a trip to the moon?? this might become a really weird steampunk kinda thing...But that doesn't bother me at all :D quite the contrary, although I'm gona stick to some magic for now with little technology.
This is gona be the best and most original rpg I've ever heard of :D)))</STRONG>
"Yes, Kara, come in." The Lord replied, reclining fainly in his chair. "Tell me, what do you know of Romilath?"
"Romilath sir? Not much. It was founded after I travelled north to meet with the Dracons. I heard you sent your rival Kireal to run it until a proper government could rise up. Aside from that, not much."
"Yes, well... it appears we have a situation there. Yesterday I recived word that Romilath is late sending the archers we requested a few months ago. Additionally, I have heard rumors that Kireal has been siezing goods that would allow him to train an army. Do you know what that means?"
"A coup!" Kara responded, her eyes widening and her wariness fading. "He wouldn't!"
"He would. That's why I'm sending you Karaman, you and Erois to go investigate Romilath." The Lord said as he clambored out of his chair and walked towards the window, "Take whatever you need from the stores, you are to leave within the day."
"Lord?" Kara asked quickly, ignoring the dismissal with a plaintive question "Larika the Valtan and my son..."
Slowly the high lord turned his head, turning back towards Kara compassionately. "If you feel they may be neccecary, then certainly Kara" he replied lightly, a smile on his lips, "You have quite the party for travelling now don't you?"
It was all Kara could do to smile and nod towards the high lord, relief in her voice, "Yes, I'll do it."
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Two shadows filtered through the palace in Romilath, furtivly darting from pillar to pillar as the wane moonlight lit the wide hallways. Everything was quiet, the silence of the deepest night which did not inturrupt the most solid state of sleep.
Quickly they approached the light bedroom, the orange flickering light of the fireplace inside casting wide shadows out of the open doors. Through it, the flames seemed to dance in grim mockery to the event yet to come. A murderous light that illuminated the blackened forepaw of the first vulpinan as he entered the room.
Inside, a female vulpinan dozed in an armchair by the fire. Her frumpled gown lain open to absorb the oft-sent tendrils of warmth that radiated into the cool night. Her chair was next to another, one whos back was entirely towards the door, obscuring it's occupant. The target, the assassin smirked at the irony of the situation. Kireals infamous lechery would be his last act in this world, how fitting.
The second assassin joined the first, the two exchanging a quick glance before creeping up towards the hidden armchair. Silently they approached it from either side, their weapons glisining wetly in the dim lighting with poison. With a quick motion the first assassin lunged forward, slamming into the back of the chair and plunging his dagger down into... nothing?
Behind him the scream of his companion cut into the night, falling off as soon as it began. Spinning around the first assassin drew a fresh dagger, leaving his first embedded into the wooden backing of the chair, his eyes wide as he saw the body of his companion slide from the point of Kireal's Rapier.
"Well, well." the noble said calmly as he surveyed the body of the second assassin as if it were a simple mess, "It appears somebody made a mistake. Now, tell me what you know unless you want to end up like him."
With a glance the first assassin looked at the lord, and then back at Kireal, anger suffusing his face. With a scream of rage the assassin charged the noble as Kireal tsk'ed. "They never learn..."
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Main Structure ..... 100%
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Vision ............. 100%
Communication ...... no signal.
Wing left .......... 100%
Wing right ......... 100%
Loading Memory main. 100%
Loading me ......... 100%
"Is it activated?" asked the Green female.
What is activated? Where i am? Wheres the master?
"Look it shifts the head if i speak. It behaves mostly like a normal Falcon" said a male next to the Female.
Falcon? Who or What are you talking about? Are you talking to me? I am not a ... I dont know what i am. The last thing i can remember is ... i cant remember . Why i cant remember?!
"Ok Aris the Warhawks i will build with your help should look a little bit like my messenger and will behave like it at least in in secure mode. Spread your Wings"
The little Metalbird spreads his wings.
What are you doing to me! Dont you see i am not a Pet! I have my own mind! I feel so violated....
"Neat! Whats the next point"
"Soundcheck."
"Squawk!" . Can you please stop that!
"Give Output."
A little flap opened in the back of the Bird.
"We dont have a device to read out the crystal so put your thumb with a little force on the Stone. It should let you see all what it had saved. If you want see something special give a discribtion the Bird will look through the data for you."
"Well lets see i ... oh wow that are the last five minutes hmmm quit interessting. What that white noise in the background?"
"The bird has realy good Soundsensors it can hear the flow of Magic and electricity inside its head. Close output. If i remember right i have to give a Password to it to lock it up so only we can give commandos and get informations out of it."
The little flap had closed.
"Bird ..." said the male "Insert Password: t4435*."
"Squawk!" You are my master then?
"Allow Commando by Aris."
"Squawk!" I understand...
"Bird there was an huge expolion very far southeast. You will investigate it and all unusall things in 10 Miles radius around the the Place of the explosion. You will make a Map of the Ruins and look for the source of the explosion too. If you find any corpses take some good pictures of them."
"Squawk!" I understand.
"Fly now."
With this the Little bird starts his flight to the southeast.
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"Trust me it secure." Said Leam to Master of the Glassmakers Guild.
"But the last time you tried to fire the Beam over such long time it melted."
"Yeah but i had i've improved the cooling system quite a bit so it want not melt this time."
"But are you realy sure that we schould do it this way."
"As long we dont find something other then wood its the best Method. Your guys are ready for the test?"
"Yes they are. Do it if you must"
With this a ray of pure light lanced to a little raft. There it was divided by an complcated Optic in 2 Dozen rays which were send to the the Rafts of the Glassmakers. After 20 Minutes the first flagsignals occurred too show that the new Glasssmelters were working fine and after 30 Minutes even the Oresmelter hissed a Flag that says that the lesser Metals could be smelted.
"See the Thermometer had ballanced at 85°C."
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I use my emigrants of this turn to build a Road down from Irumathra to Wijnfontein.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : City
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : OutpostWijnfontein : C of S plains : Ipetian : 30 Roshani
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Although that might actually make a nice story... Us joining forces to create said portals, for reasons such as the Golems not understanding all the magical theories while the Thelesh not knowing how to make a portal withought it absorbing life energies(yes I just read the post)
And Armok, I don't know why but your idea of firing my golems in a nuclear cannon seams strangely... appealing :D and why not combine !!elven!! knowledge of advanced metals with golem's alchemy... If it is possible to transmute lead into gold using alchemy, I wonder what would transmuting Titanium give? :D))
"Hold!" One of the gatevulpi said as Hjorf and Inod reached the palasade, the wall just barely reaching above the giants head. Indeed, he was tall enough that had he wanted he could have reached a hand over the top and grabbed one of the bowmen off had he had the inclination. However, their sharp arrows were a fairly clear deterrent, the points of those who were currently leaving the gatehouse glistening with a clear poison. Addressing Inod, the gatevulpi called down, "Friend, what is this creature and your business with it in Liliaceleba?"
Throwing a glance up to Hjorf, the ranger spoke slowly, aware that his wife had already raced so far ahead to the market that she had no idea of knowing he had been stopped. "I am Inod the Hunter, husband of Meomo the Trader. This is Hjorf, a friend of my wife and I. He comes from the storm giant people and wishes to speak with Raom. Will you let him in?"
The gatesvulpi hesitated, conferring with one of the others on the wall. For a long time there was silence, then the gatesvulpi walked back to the edge and waved away the archers. "It may enter, you two are to immediatly proceed to the Barracks to meet with the mayor. Please, follow me.
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Raom grinned as he pinned the recruit to the sandy ground, the claws to his right forepaw pressing faintly against the young vulpin's throat. Around him his students clapped as the youngster tapped the mat three times to indicate submission, relaxing so that the older vulpinan could safely release him.
"Raom!" a voice called out from the other side of the barracks, it's owner obscured by the sun and dust of the summer heat. "Raom, you're needed at the entrance! A diplomat!"
Warily the old vulpinan let his student stand, clapping him on the back with some force before grabbing a nearby bucket of water and dumping it over his own head to cool down his skin. With a curoius expression he crosesd the sands of the barracks. There were no diplomats expected currently, the one from Aveceleba had just left with word that he would send the archers requested and the one from Thaciomu was not expected for a few more weeks yet. It wasn't until his reached the corner of the courtyard that he noticed that something was amiss...
"Well... who, and what, are you?" Raom said congenially as he set eyes on the large aged giant, a look of mirthful curiousity in his gaze.
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>((You know Armok, for a race that spent most of their first live with nothing but humping trees, then were burned in horrible horrible pain until they almost forgot who they are and just noticed a few years ago that stone can be used for different things than making mugs out of it, I am afraid your !!elves!! may be progressing from stone age to digital space age (complete with exploding rocket arrows) a ...bit...fast.))</STRONG>
((I cannot help but agree. Gameplay has only been going on for at MOST five years (if you count every turn as a season, which honestly is a bit skewed, really it's something closer to six to eight turns in a year or so, and I'm really thinking that we probably should make it closer to a turn is equal to about a month, along with an appropriate population growth reduction. Now that the civs are interacting we need more time to actually act out the events happening.)
I'm not going to steal your glory too much, but really the majority of your better weapons should be reduced in power. Having digital information repositories is fine with me(however, the power of these devices should stay around where they are currently.), it gives the elves more flavor, but the weapony should stick to pre-modern (With the pringer having the most advanced due to Xotes spheres). You are certainly welcome to have the elves using muskets and firethrowers (magmathrowers), but rockets that burn for a millennia? No. The tungsten alloy? Way too much an not really believable.
This is a game of diplomacy and war after all, simply having a civ tech up so fast that the others cannot compete in any form breaks immersion and fun. If you want a guidling, look to how Xotes and Imp have their civs advance. The advances are very gradual, and each race interacts with the others on a regular basis in ways that both reduce their reaserch power and improve their relations.
Besides, how are you getting all the materials for these experiments?))
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[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Also, it would be fun to get some more exact knowlage on the golems and wwhat is needed for the bodies to work. Do they need some special structure to turn joints? Is there a spesific reason for them to be humanoid? How is that upgrading don, is there a some structure that works like a brain that you move from one body to the other? How does the eyes work? [exited question]?
I cant wait until the !!elves!! can start producing bodies and hiring golems for the bodies or merge the societies completely! I already have hundreds of ideas for combat model "Intimidator" and Ooh ooh ooh! :D))
To be fair the Roshani have some Powerfull things too, without out Hightech Computers, but well some corpses of Golems a Powersource and enough Knowlegde to build some Clanks and devices. Anyway the other races have mostly the advantage of a fullscale Magic like your Vulpian Necromantres. Or the Ghosttalkers from the Dracons. I see this world as an battle between tech Magic and a middleway of both like the Istrians Town / Airship as well as between the Gods.
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
EDIT: Well Armok, I have thought about that a bit, but not that much... I'm gona need some time to think about it and write it all, besides, its late were I am and time to sleep. I'll post it tomorrow.
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
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Flavvius stared at the rather sparse charts and maps laid out in front of him. After vainly trying to decipher them for a few moments, he looked up at the Valtan seated across from him.
"Ah, Captain, could you lend me a hand with these?"
Aramis sighed, then answered. "'Fraid not, milord. You're rather wastin' your time with those."
Flavvius looked at him quizzically. "What? How so?"
"Those charts only reach so far. Neither of our scouting parties ever returned, so all we've got is what we could see from the city. We've already gone beyond the range of our best maps."
"So... we're lost?"
"Not necessarily. We're stickin' to the coast, so we shouldn't get too turned around, but we don't know anything about the waters ahead."
((Armok, I'll write Golem description tomorrow. Goodnight all))
To more spesific responses:
I am rather found of there being exactly 4 turns a year.
The weapons are really medieval whit the exception of better materials and math and some other stuff, it is still bows and balista that needs to be cranked up by muscle power. The "laser" is really only a concave miror and a few lenses that focus the light from a magnesium fire, it can put wood on fire and toast flesh in a few seconds bit is probably weeker powerwis than the Roshanian one.
There is also the habit of putting magnesium on the tips of arrows and bolts, this do not make them rocket arrows, it is just that the tip i made of more-or-less pure magnesium that the !!elves!! put on fire using their body heat, and magnesium naturaly burnas at 2500C or so, the arrows are not explosive or propeled but really only ordinary fire arrows whit a much beter fule.
There is also the magical alloys, these are expensive to produce and based on the magic inherent to the blood of the salamanders and firesnakes, there are a few kinds of it. It is that they can inclese the melting temprature of an aloy, they can alter some mecanical propeties to an extent, they can make it glow constantly in a spesific colour, or they can make it heat itself to a max of something like 1000C-1500C, and some minnor stufff not importnant to the RP other than use in the calculators. The alloys are powered by radioactive isotopes included in the alloy.
Also, I have falsely spoken of mass production, the !!elves!! have no such thing except for some few small components that you need loads of for a single device, like logic gate for a computer.
The calculators are no advanced stuff, the combined calculation capacity of Ariquemera will probably never exceed that of an original Gameboy and you need to know binary to operate any of it except reading and writing text in a dos notepad equivalent.
Considering these complaints I will not let the tech evolve to much further I think, no lightsabers and maybe not even the nukes, but maybe the nukes...
Also, the reason for the fast development is 1. that the adaptation stuff I sprayed on then makes their minds much more flexible. 2. the free aviability of energy and material due to their physiology. 3. the extreme concentration on it possible due to the Ariquemeran society, there have been NO tech advancement in Efil-inira.
But I realise most of this might seem like excuses...))
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>((One season per turn ? Damn, I acted as if it was ~a year per turn. Else there was no way the triplets could have grown so fast (they are supposed to be around 17 years old now). Mind if I say there was some time distortion on my lands that is over now ?))</STRONG>
((If that was the case Iten would have been talking for many many and nearly old enough to be able to be considered a young adult. No, time goes by farly slowly so that we actually have time to roleplay.
I say that we should probably come up with a codified set of time per turn now, especially since the discrepencies seem to be confusing some players. Obviously this will change some growth rules, but we are far enough into the game that most of us have a stable power base, and new players like Poltifar can easily create an existing power base in unexplored territory later. If you have an idea on how fast things should go, please post it now.
My own thoughts on it.
From this point on:
1 Day = 1 Rotation of the sun around the board. (Yes, our world is the center of this universe! XD screw physics!)
1 Week = 8 days. Obviously each race can determine the length of its own weeks. However the standard "Week" is eight days long.
1 Month = 2 Weeks = 1 Turn. Sixteen days, short enough for a short battle and long enough for significant travel.
1 Year = 12 Months. Every twelve turns (starting from now. Iten is currently reaching his second year according to my postings.)
Seasons:
Icemelt - The end of the cold season, indicated by snow melting in the Temprate zone. Normally fruit trees flower near the end of this season
Grassburn - The hot season, indicated by a yellowing of the grass in the temperate zone.
Plantharvest - The end of the hot season. Indicated by the many crops that finish their growing season at this time.
Frostfall - The cold season, indicated by snow i nthe temperate zone.
Currently the map is divided into three main sections. The Temperate zone, which extends from just south of the Mayohiga to Romilath. The cold zone, which covers the lands south of the Mayohiga, and the warm zone which covers the lands surrounding Mutheithru. Some snow does fall in the warm zones, and the ice and snow in the cold zone melt in the appropriate seasons, but those events occur far later than they do in the temperate zone. Mountains are somewhat colder than the surrounding areas, while deserts are more extreme (hot area deserts are very hot, cold area deserts are bitter cold)
As for growth, growth would be reduced to one growth event per season (so every four turns, less for the more advanced races) while movement would remain the same.
What are your thoughts on this. This system would be implemented starting the next turn if enough of us agree it is good. If you have another idea please bring it up so we can talk about it.))
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>(ooc: and enough Knowlegde to build some Clanks and devices.))</STRONG> - Oh dear! Are you another Girl Genious reader? Have I found another Agetha Hetrodyne or Gilgamesh Wolfenbach fan! Joy!<STRONG> Anyway the other races have mostly the advantage of a fullscale Magic like your Vulpian Necromantres. Or the Ghosttalkers from the Dracons. I see this world as an battle between tech Magic and a middleway of both like the Istrians Town / Airship as well as between the Gods.
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Well, firstly vulpinans are not going to be necromacers. Yes, there is one dracon necromacer within our capital, but her abilities have not been revealed and she has no desire to be found out any time soon. Either way, she is a Dracon. If anything, I'm pushing more towards the Vulpi gaining a type of druid. as they already specilize in healing and poisons, and it would push towards balancing out the very metropolitan vulpin merchants/thieves.Either way, vulpinans take anything they can get and use it to their advantage. They are excellent at adapting any scraps of knowlage they can find, steal, or buy and using it to their own ends. Fortunatly, they are not a very aggressive race and don't generally start full-scale wars unless provoked. (but they are very, almost unconsiously, good at provoking others. Re. Kireal).
As for trading. I'm pretty sure that Graed brought back the blueprints for the fishfarms and oceanfaring boats if they were offered. The optical technology was well recived ("A telescope you call this? It scopes out a distant land and tells you about it? Impressive, Raom would love to see this!"), as was the gold, but he refuses to take back any crafts of poor craftsmanship(by vulpinan standards, which are quite high.), instead asking for raw glass and glassworking knowlage. The mirrors however, defiantly interested him.
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Originally posted by Akroma:
<STRONG>((In that case I have to seriously slow down the speed at which my civ grows. Untill now I added 5-15 to each settlement per turn. With a turn just being 16 days, that is waaay too much. Lets say that this slowdown is canon, so that suddenly, time just flows much slower. But hey, with 16 days per turn, that's not even enough for a new tengu to hatch (they come in eggs) let alone grow up. With a time flow like that, civ grow would almost stop for all civs, and stop nearly completely for slow growing civs such as the thelash, the giants or the !!elves!!
Game flow would completely stop, as no one would be able to fight wars if just one battle would kill what took 20 turns to create.
That's just tooo slow.))</STRONG>
((Perhaps one season per turn then, if you prefer. That would make it four turns to a year, giving enough time for young to grow up. I was suggesting a slowdown because right now the lag between turns is bothering me somewhat. The tengu did not fight with the Vatlans for how long? The war lasted, if we go with a seasonal thing, over a year with only a few major fights. I'm not certain that it's totally justifyable.
Either way, I suppose we can stick with what we've had so far.))
Colt=horses=calvary
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Armor=armored
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Armored Calv!
Depending on how the other races advance, the zefies will probably be restricted to advanced versions of Da Vinci Tank-like vehicles. They might be mounted on gaint turtles for propulsion.
I'm explaining this by the fact that Gouzzi comes from a high tech society and knows about sloped armor. They will still be restricted by materials though. However, Gouzzi and Felu are more than capable of making laser weaponry if we get that far advanced. I'll give warning if they start o develop it though.
To Armok:
Yankee left the city a while ago. However, Felu would almost certinally be telling stories, inregardless of weather or not they could be understood.
My turn will be up in one second.
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My annoying little sister is demanding my computer (Damn you Sims 2.)
So there won't any Rping for now.
Felu sees the flash and asks the !!elf!! about it. The point that it's a message from the capital gets through. Felu orders a road to be built south in an attempt to connect. (Capital is the south one, right?)
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Gouzzi starts to train an elite markzefie group using powered-up crossbows.
Yankee is in southern city (Siegebreak) planning defenses and training soldiers.
Road is being built N of Siegebreak.
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Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>ooc: Well Jamini i have to say i read many Webcomics but one thing is serious no "Jägers" for the next 10 turns. And i think Istrian reads "Girl Genius" too because he has introduced an Gilgamesh like Lightningdefence for one of his cities.</STRONG>
((Aww.
At least I've still got my HAT! Yez!))
Tomorrow I'll be leaving my current location, which also means leaving my current connection behind. I may be able to check back sometime before I get home, but it's unlikely. One last thing to say before I go missing again- I love the Irish Pub the !!elves!! built, dont forget to get some !!Guinness!! off 'em. :) ))
I agree with the 1 turn = season stuff. thats generally what I've been considering it.
And Jamini, I forgot to mention, the Vulpinians that come to the dracon settlements are well treated. Little discrimination takes place, and mostly only happens if they try to get employed in the city doing things like delivery services[for which flight is a requirement] or any jobs that require alot of heavy lifting[The smaller Vulpinians likely can't lift as much weight as a Dracon]. Merchants and stall owners would be wary with them due to the trade difficulties in Oceantrades but would happily hire them after they show themselves to be good citizens in the community. The Vulpinians would likely have difficulty finding plant based foods but it wouldn't be impossible. Dracon mingle well with other races that can tolerate them[elves from home don't] as long as there not drunk. There are actually very few Dracon majority cities on their homeworld, most of them live with Humans, Dwarves, and other such races.))
-_-_-_<("<_>")> (kirbydance cuz I cant think of what to write)_-_-_-_-
|Campcastle Temple|
"I think we would not have any difficulty getting workers for you. See, back home we are members of a country that was originally just a very large group of mercenaries led by a great hero. We still train and hire out adventurers and small armies for large monster slaying, though now we hire out laborers as well."
"I don't see why we should stop doing it just because we aren't home anymore. The workers will require food and lodging and a small amount of credit weekly to purchase what they otherwise need, but they receive a percentage of what we make off of their work as well. So most of the cost of maintaining them will be minimal. They will also need to be allowed to come back home if they wish, but we will try to replace whomever decides to."
As an afterthought the high priest said, "We will need to teach each other our languages though. We haven't had to deal with a situation where we couldn't easily communicate with our clients. We can send word of the job opportunity and we can begin Vanheim Common and Efil-iniran Elven lessons in a week. Sound fair?"
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[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
((What I'm gona write now is not taking my turn, just giving some info about the Golems))
Some extracts from "Basic Magomechanics: An Introduction to Golems", Author and Date Written unknown, found in the tombs of the ancient Golems of Al'Qwat at Nova.
Basic Characteristics of Golems:
A Golem is basically a body and a soul joined together through powerful rune, gem, and alchemic magic. The body can be almost any material immaginable, in any shape immaginable. The only reason all current Golems are humanoids is tradition, ethics, and the difficulty to balance other shapes. It would be possible, for instance, to create a flying aluminum bird-shaped golem or an iron giant cave spider golem with 13 eyes, 9 legs, 7 mouths and a pincer. The only limit is the imagination of the creator. Normal golem bodies are basically blocks of the specific material with joints joining them at specific places, meaning golems such as the iron miners are incredibly difficult to puncture or break, being made of pieces of pure iron, but can be incredibly weak at the joints. All golems bodies are joined to a soul during a dangerous ritual in wich the soul is binded to an alchemically treated gem wich is then placed inside the golem (not necessarily the head). Destroying the body does not destroy the soul unless the gem is also destroyed. The soul used is normally a simple unused soul created during the ritual, but it is possible to use an already existing soul. That leads us to soulforging.
Soulforging:
Soulforging is a term normally used to describe the upgrading of Golems. It entails carefully melting the original body of the Golem such as not to damage the Binding Gem, then extracting the gem before reforging a new body for the golem and including the gem in it.
But a little known fact of Soulforging, is that ANY soul can be included in a Golem. Meaning that, using a biding ritual, the soul of another living creature is binded, the soul of that creature could be inserted into a golem body. That creature retains all memories and personalities it had in its previous body, but gains control of the new body.
It has also been proposed that it might be possible to create a golem with many souls, but that has never been tried.
Golem joints:
The joints of a Golem's body depend on the type of golem. For lower quality and lower importance types, they are simply a socket and a certain shape that fit into each other while still being able to move around. Golems that need more carrying power might have some gears and pulleys in their joints to modify the way the weight is distributed, but these mechanics themselves do not move the joint. They are simply present while the magic that powers the Golems moves the body joints.
Golem eyes:
The eyes present on a golem are normally made of clear glass, with some higher golems having crytal glass or even gems for eyes. They work similarily to the human eye, in that a lense focuses the light onto a single point at the back of the eye. Their, a magical rune is inscribed that sends the visiual information to the soul. The interior of the eye also has many mirror-like structures that increase the light captured on the rune, thus giving all golems a weak low-light vision. The eyes can also be modified with more runes to increase even more the low-light vision up-to giving full night-vision. More powerful lenses can even give the golem telescopic vision, and alchemically modified glass in the lense can filter specific light and give the golem x-ray or infra-red vision.
Othe Golem features:
From here, all further add-ons are optional. Golem bodies being highly shapable and modible, only your imagination is the limit to what might be added to it.
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
To the west, signal fires had been seen; apparently, they were from an expedition out of a new settlement which Riet had founded. Wolk was saddened by the news that, in fact, Riet had met with another race long before the black-clad stranger had visited Blijzon's doorstep. Still, it was good to learn that not all races were hostile. These Roshani seemed downright hospitable.
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
"Snel, a scout reported back in, and there's something you should see." Snel, still operating out of Wereldmond, nodded his head at the messenger.
Ever since he had agreed to take on this job, things had been hectic, to say the least. Running a settlement didn't seem like a lot of work, but between the scouts' reports, the disputes, and the general management of a hamlet, Snel didn't have much time to sleep. Gesturing over to a table, he said, "Alright, here's a map; show me the problem."
The messenger unfurled the map. "Here," he said, pointing to a place west of the hamlet. "The scout from this area reported that there was some sort of group in the distance, over here." He pointed north-east of the scouts position. He said it looked like some sort of work crew."
Snel pondered it for a moment. "That area is just to the south of the Roshanian city, if these maps are right. Likely, it's them, though what they would be doing, I'm not too sure." Thinking it over, he said, "We won't do anything for now. Send a message off to Riet informing him of this event. He's had far more experience with Roshani than we."
A week later, Snel got his reply. "Wait" was all it said.
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((I agree with the one turn one season idea, it's what I have been going off of.
Man, I'm falling behind. I don't have as much time for this. Therefore, my RP is suffering. My apologies.
Temporary camp still searches for the supplies, and the migration brakes up into the one city and three hamlets it was at before.))
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Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Ipetian : City
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise Watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Wereldmond - World's Mouth : N of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Buigendriet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest : Ipetian : City
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
Westengebied - Westfield : W of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
Brandzie - Fire Watch : E of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
Karaman was at the aft of the boat, keeping her eye on the tiller as the current pushed the shallow-bottom boat downstream. The sunlight relaxed her, making the tedius chore that the three adults shared seem much less tedius. With warm eyes she let her eyes drift towards the others.
In the middle of the boat little iten was clamboring, his fingers constnatly poking into this or that. Already he was just starting to talk, occationally pointing to an object and calling it by it's name. For now, Larika was helping keep him busy with a set of blocks. It had become a game of sorts, this building, Larika would encourage him to build it as tall as he could on his own, before lifting the child up to build onward untill the entire structure became so unstable that it collapsed in a giant tumble of blocks. Then after gathering all of the pieces they would begin again.
On the prow, basking in the last rays of the warm sunlight was Erois. His eyes half-closed as he felt the warm rays on his back. His year in Aveceleba had taught him much, especially about the very cold winters that they recived there, and he was glad to be able to go to a warmer climate, if only for a short while. Every few moments a shout from behind by either Iten or Larika would cause him to look back and arch an eyebrow. Twice already he had been awakened by the child gently tugging on his tail, and while he enjoyed playing with iten... he did not enjoy being the plaything. Fortunatly, the Valten woman was effective at keeping the youth's attention while his mother was taking her turn at the tiller.
Karaman sighed as the boat rushed downstream quickly, litsening to yet another cheer as the block tower fell. For some reason, she knew that this peace would not last. The leader of Romilath, Kireal... whatever he was doing had to be stopped. Otherwise there would be blood staining the waters of her homeland. She knew it in her heart... just like she had known that Larika and Iten were instrumental there as well.
((Turn update: on turn 24 Karaman assembled a group and took a riverboat three tiles downstream. None of my settlements advance this turn. The season is now Autumn. Kireal continues to improve his war machine and Liliaceleban troops appear in aveceleba.
A group of eight vulpinans arrive in Letotar looking to become residents.(.)
All told, anyone who visits Liliaceleba, Muitheithru, Aveceleba, Romilath, or Letotar can easily optain the following map. In two turns this will extend to Thaciomu, and one turn after that the maps will reach Karatomca.
code:
...└#─
....⌂↑↑ ..
│...⌂⌂#~↑ ...
.│..⌂⌂~║~. ..
⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈
⌂└─┐..╔╝≈
⌂...├──Θ≈≈
♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈
♣♣♣╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....
<-Roashani ────Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈
..♣♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈
♣╞╞...≈
♣♣♣╞╞..≈
Turn 25- Autumn
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~d÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...s~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞...≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈»≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂≡⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≡▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((This map is copying frelocks, which did not include my turn 23 move on it. If anything is incorrect please tell me.
Grieger, I have shown the road as completed and marked where your diplomat is. He will arrive at vitually the same time as Karaman and company. If you are availible sometime tomorrow to meet for a chat in the IRC or over AIM it would be cool, since I plan on having some fairly interesting and potentially disasterous stuff happening. If we do get a time and Imp wants to and is able come along and play out Larika, it would be pretty cool too.
Also, don't worry about the vulpinan's who choose to live in your towns too much. Vulpinan's are pretty clearly omnivorous, preferring meat if they can get it. If asked, the immigrants will be fairly honest. Most of them are actually the children of rich merchants looking to set up shops and stalls for a local branch of their family's businesses, in order to improve profit margins. Most of them have a good amount of gold in their own name (or as an allowance to set up their local shops) and are quite willing to go through the legal processes to be able to sell locally. That's not to say there will no be any of them looking for work later, but for now they are actually bringing business and jobs with them.))
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~d÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...s~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈»≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
(( Not much this turn. The two settlement groups become outposts, which basicaly only increase the size of the original settlements, and are not cities of their own. Also, a new settler group left Mahoyiga.
The Settlement structure of the Tengu is, as descrbed in the first post, that they do not live in big cities. Their settlements occupy whole regions, sometimes with several miles between the houses. The only place where you'd get the feelign that there is an actual city is when you are in the center of the settlements, because there are more houses close to each other. The houses themselves are build directly into cliff and mountainsides, usually in very difficult terrain. The Tengu are fliers, so the houses are in high spots, with good overview over the terrain. They don't bother building paved streets between the houses, so the entire settlement counts as difficult terrain. The center of each settlement (on per square) includes a watchtower, that will light fires as means of communication so the whole living region can be alarmed even with the distance between the houses. They also spray water of the fires or burn leaves to create either white or black smoke to indicate the nature of the signal. With various smoke signals they can give a whole pallette of messages))
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Mohayiga+harbour: village : 127
Eientei: village : 101
Murakami: town : 94
Makai : town : 99
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Madara's army: 73 men that are back in their hometowns. 50 Go back to Mahoyiga, the rest goes to Eientei.
I significantly decreased the civ growth, and I guess everyone should do so.
((Btw, this tread is absolutely epic. I can't wait to read the strategies used in the (probably) upcoming war between the giants and the vulpians. I already volunteer in advance for the first battle between them.))
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
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.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~d÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈»≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
Hjolf looked down to the elderly fox. It certainly was male, and from the way he moved, Hjolf could tell that this one was not to be trifled with.
Hjolf thumped his chest with his fist hard, a customary greeting amongst the giants. He then spoke out with the most impressive voice he could muster. Not too loud but still impressive.
"Greetings to you aswell! I am Hjolf, son of Hallr! I have come here from the mountains of north"
Before the old fox could answer to this Hjolf continued
"First of all i think i should homever warn you... Do not try to play cunning or threatening with me or my kind. Not all of us are peaceful and many more would gladly burn, raze and loot this town. Now... to prevent that sort of things, maybe we should talk about something more constructive?"
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~d÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├V─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈»≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
In the dark, cold night of the desert, Abro Vas, the Prince of Prisms, master glassmaker of the Runes of Enlightenment, stood on the roof of the highest tower of Alchemia, admiring his creation. He was quite proud, having built this glass masterpiece in barely a few months. Currently, it only had a limited use. It could only be used to flash messages, and only at night, but he was planning of making it the centerpiece of all his following grand creations.
The invention was a huge 9m tall amalgamation of hundreds of crystal glass lenses, prisms, and mirrors. During the day, it reflected and refracted as much light as possible into a tube under it. The tube, which was made up of hundreds of mirrors, led to the 7th level of the tower (the tower is 26 levels, each 3.5m high, for a total of 91m) were a large chamber contained many alchemically treated and rune-inscribed gems that absorbed the light. At night, these gems released the light back through the tower up to the invention, which had all its parts rearranged through simple manual pulleys and gears, and could send flashes out to any direction, in any speed, and in a variety of colours depending on the lenses used.
Abro coudn't wait until he finally had some experienced alchemists and rune inscribers that could help him make his greater dreams come true. In the meantime, he had to settle for this. "Anyone got an objection if I put a name to my wonder?", he cried to his co-glassworkers arranging the contraption for its first try. "Not at all boss!", came the reply.
"Hm, how about... The Great Wonder? No, no... The Crystal Tower! Nah, too generic... Oh, oh! I got it! Somethin with 'flame' in it... The Flame of Destiny!! Yes! THAT's it!"
"Um, isn't it a bit farfetched, boss? Out of context?"
"Hey, its MY flame, so I'll do the naming. YOU stick to macking it work!!"
And with that, the first flashes were sent, towards were the other flashes had come from. 55 green flashes, not as bright as those he had seen the night of the incident, but bright enough for whoever was up there to see if they were expecting it. Ounce that was done, the whole machine was rearranged, and pointed towards Nova, were The Great Leader Orion Primus was staying. Making sure the contraptions were fit in a way only someone exactly at Nova could see the flashes, he started sending a special morse code, using flash length, strength, and color, to recount to Primus all that had occured since he had left. This coding was only taught to the higher ranking golems, meaning only three golems present in the desert could understand it, and only Primus was anywhere where it could be seen.
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Orion layed down on the sand as he mentally deciphered the flashing message. He had definitely not expected Alchemia to develop such a communication in such a short while, but it was definitely not the only surprise. Inventions, promotions, contact with other beings... Finally, things were starting again to get a bit more interesting than the tons of paperwork.
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Settlements:
Alchemia: 64
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 22 Clay Golems
- 16 Copper Golem engineers
- 13 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 75
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 25 Clay Golems
- 15 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 37
(settlement NE of Terra)
- 10 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 7 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 19
(east of desert)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 10 Clay Golems
- 6 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 15
(SE of desert)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 7 Iron Golem miners
- 3 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
((Summary of all that:
-Golem miners = farmers (they get food)
-Golem engineers = doctors (fix body)
-Location needed to provide food = mountain rich in metal/gem resources))
[ June 09, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
Keeping his grin on his face Raom continued, motioning to the giant to follow as he began to walk towards a nearby building, "So I take it that you are a warrior nation, from your belligerent warning. That is understandable, as your homes likely lack the food for proper growth, and the wood for a smelting operation, but dangerous for my people as we are your closest neighbors."
Raom opened the door to one of the buildings and went inside, causing Hjolf to be unable to interrupt as he ducked his head to avoid bashing it on the low ceiling. "However we vulpinans are no strangers to combat, and we know it's results. Many of my people are skilled in the arts of healing and medicine, enough that with only a few weeks of training they could easily become skilled enough to be considered field medics or doctors. Therefore, as the mayor of Liliaceleba and on behalf of the rest of my people I will offer you a deal:
As so long as no giant enters our forest without a writ by our ambassador to your people, or attacks a vulpinan we are willing to supply your armies with one medic and two nurses for every fifty of your kind, along with as many medical supplies as a vulpinan wagon can carry. In exchange for unrefined metal we will offer a supply of wood and foodstuffs totaling to half of the weight of the offered metal. And in exchange for every wagon of medical herbs over that which our medics take with them, we ask for five giant volunteers be sent to Aveceleba for one year. One of them, at your leader's discretion, may be taught the healing arts, while the other four will serve in our armed forced as mercenaries and train vulpinan soldiers. Obviously the four mercenaries will be paid for the service, in addition to the medicine that the storm giants will recive."
"So, what do you say Hjolf?" Raom said as they finished walking down a hallway into a small room filled with clean beds and hung with white privacy curtains between them, a number of vulpinan's running crisscrossed the room, carrying food, drink, and a multitude of other things. The Vulpinan leader's walk led them to the foot of an occupied bed, the vulpinan inside of it shivering and shaking in it's sleep, a wide bandage covering his right arm.
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"Oi, Mori, d'you see that?"
Elirah stopped and turned, motioning for Morindus to do the same.
"I can't see a thing, just water as far as-"
"Look closer," she said, standing over his shoulder and pointing out to sea, "It's just there, near th' horizon."
"Ah, I see it now. But... what is it? Pass me the spyglass."
Elirah reached into her satchel and fished out their spyglass, handing it to him. He raised it to his eye and brought the distant object into focus.
"Why, it's a ship!"
"What? Out here? But where did it come from? We've been up an' down this beach, and haven't seen any ports or cities."
"Hold on a moment, they're flying a banner, I can't quite make it..." Morindus trailed off, staring in shock at what he saw.
"Bloody Hell... Eli, it's one of ours!"
By comparing Poltifars discribtion of a Golem with Istrians Ship and my Messenger/Spy bird (which uses more Tech and less magic) i think the Ship is maybe "Alive" and "self aware".
Anyway i thougt the entire time that one turn is the same as one season or 3 Months so nothing should change for me.
Some stuff I do remember kinda:
Is the one turn=one season=0.25 year decided then?
About vulpi balance: there is more than just wars and magic and machines, the vulpis greatest weapon is their charms, wits, and sleight of hand. Also I could very well imagine them making a fortune buying weapons from the !!elves!! and selling them to the giants or Tengu.
The balance in general must be considered in more dimensions in several ways; sure there is a opposition between macic and tech, but there is more to it, there are several types of magic, there is divine intervention, there is the factor of how expansionist and militaristic the race is, and millions of other factors. The winner most likely will not be the one whit the biggest gun, not even the one whit the biggest empire, but the one whit the biggest influence.
For the zefie needing hightech weaponry it is also very likely they would buy that from the !!elves!!, maybe even some steamtank like stuff. The reason the !!elves!! don’t have mobile steamtech is that they must handle water like liquid hydrogen, they could overcome that butt resent complaints tells me they shouldn’t, and it would destroy some racial flavour anyways.
Welcome to the game Dark, hope you can join soon!
And this tread really is SO AWESOME! I spend hours on it every day in one way or another I think.
And those golems sound just TO AWESOME and flexible for my sanity, there is no limit to what the !!elves!! could do whit that whit even half their current tech, by only their bare hands there are few !!elves!! in Ariquemera that couldn’t build such an overpowered warmech I would be kicked out of the game immediately. How am I gonna solve that dilemma?
I already have some wonderfull !!designs!!… MOAHAHAHAH!!! *lightningstrike in background* …AHAHAHAH!!! Uuh… The Spark really drives you insane, I’m dizzy…
Hmm, won’t Iten show any ABILITIES soon? Hercules strangled three snakes, that sort of thing?
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 25: (Autumn)
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠↑# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..⌂║≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ç╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈──┐═ΘV....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈...s~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣.c.≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...P£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞v..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑↑↑£▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂≡⌂æ≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷.≡♣... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ......... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≡▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 118 !!elves!! (town+hamlet) (+5 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 8 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 171 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit. ((Thou I did post something for Niphanter to respond to abaut this last turn, he threw a diamond.))
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and is beginning to learn some common. (55% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 90m.
“The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 30% complete, building the castle 5% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
Some of various Buildings and science done in Ariquemera:
The tech development is slowing down by now, for OOC game balancing reasons.
The great tower continues flashing the Fibonacci numbers towards the cities every night, but it is given far less priority than the golem tower communications.
There is also continued blinking to Shushaw Shesh, still only visible as a blinking green star at the horizon every night.
))
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. (Making science 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.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
quote:
"I think we would not have any difficulty getting workers for you. See, back home we are members of a country that was originally just a very large group of mercenaries led by a great hero. We still train and hire out adventurers and small armies for large monster slaying, though now we hire out laborers as well."
"I don't see why we should stop doing it just because we aren't home anymore. The workers will require food and lodging and a small amount of credit weekly to purchase what they otherwise need, but they receive a percentage of what we make off of their work as well. So most of the cost of maintaining them will be minimal. They will also need to be allowed to come back home if they wish, but we will try to replace whomever decides to."
As an afterthought the high priest said, "We will need to teach each other our languages though. We haven't had to deal with a situation where we couldn't easily communicate with our clients. We can send word of the job opportunity and we can begin Vanheim Common and Efil-iniran Elven lessons in a week. Sound fair?"
((These brave warriors are gonna be so… what awaits them is not glorious war or heroism but most likly, but guard duty, teaching, or body labour like plumbing and water carrying (!!Elves!! can’t handle water because it boils)…
Lodging will be no problem if they are fine sleeping on rock beds, payment certainly won’t, but food might be a problem as the !!elves!! eat uranium and there is absolutely no infrastructure for it, so food would have to be brought whit them.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
quote:
And with that, the first flashes were sent, towards were the other flashes had come from. 55 green flashes, not as bright as those he had seen the night of the incident, but bright enough for whoever was up there to see if they were expecting it.
quote:
Originally posted by Heph:
<STRONG>ooc:By comparing Poltifars discribtion of a Golem with Istrians Ship and my Messenger/Spy bird (which uses more Tech and less magic) i think the Ship is maybe "Alive" and "self aware".
Anyway i thougt the entire time that one turn is the same as one season or 3 Months so nothing should change for me.</STRONG>
"As for giving you our magical powers it requires an unfailing faith in one or more of our gods" she indicated the walls where many statues of gods were displayed, large and small, peaceful and warlike, good and evil. "and will take some training to channel the energies correctly. From what we learned from the god that is financing this 'quest'" indicating a statue of Youh. "all of the other races here have their own gods that brought them here and lead them. I assume you are the same?" she asks, not mentioning the summoning magic due to the lack of anyone around capable of teaching outside of campcastle.
((Sent ya a PM with my AIM screenname Jamini. I'll be on until I go to bed tonight [2 more hours] and from 10am-ish to 2 pm Eastern [Daytona Beach, Florida time]tomarrow.))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Greiger ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
Not much happens this turn. The expedition finally finds what they were looking for, packs up, and leaves. The stone quarrying hamlet becomes a village. And that's about it. Maybe I'll add some RP in the morning, if I can think of anything good.))
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦr.ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Village
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
((My turn is as follows:
Karaman's group reaches Romilath around the same time as the Dracon diplomat.
Thaciomu grows to a Town))
Turn 26 - Winter
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((PS! Please everyone try to get into the habit of posting the most recently posted map. I had to skip over both Armok and Xotes maps because they were inaccurate at the time of posting.
Addendum: Has anyone heard anything from Gaulgath? I know CaptainBlood said he will be gone for a long time, but our local dwarven god seems to have vanished. :/.
Second Addendum: Xotes, the upgrade is fine. As I said before, I wouldn't allow it of most civs, but the special construction style of The Hub and the recent construction of a nearby mining facility complete with road between the two means it makes sense to have a bustling metropolis there. While you were gone you missed a war between the Tengu and Valtens, the Tengu won but suffered heavy casualties and the remainder of the Valtens are a few refugees on a boat headed north up the west coast of the central sea, two scouts who were not present at the time of the carnage, and Larika, who is currently in Romilath in a group with Vime's champion.
The giants have just begun to fire up their war machine, and a group is marching on Liliaceleba, while a vulpinan who has been tortured and brainwashed by one of Ukko's servents is travelling towards the Roshani.
In Romilath, south of the dracons a certain lord has been collecting soldiers and steel in a manner that has been annoying the Dracon leadership as well as his own countrymen, while the !!elves!! have made peaceful contact with the Dracons, Zelfie, and it beginning to make contact with the Golems. Technologically the !!Elves!!, Roshani, and Golems have made a number of startling advances, while the vulpinan's have been assimilating dracon summoning techniques into their society. Dracon mages and priests have been primarily advancing their magical ability (some without permission of the others), while the Thelash have constructed a wonderous neigh-impregnable citidel many miles into the sky.
In all, a little more blood would be nice. However, I feel that in the next few turns the west portion of the map will wish for a long respite.))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Again, nothing big happens. As it is winter, no new settler groups embark. However Mahoyiga expans with the group that left last turn.
Mohayiga+harbour: city : 137
Eientei: town : 110
Murakami: town : 100
Makai : town : 109
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦ.÷ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
PS: Are you camping turn changes Akroma?))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Frelock ]
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦr.ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
It has been a long, LONG time since I have last written in this book, but I'm back, at least. After I finished the roadwork between the Hub and our outpost, I sallied into town expecting a warm welcome. I was not disappointed, as even OV came out to meet me, even though he still had many pressing orders. But, after some partying (I don't know how we can even do that, what with being machines and all) I was taken aside by one of the members of the Council. He, (Or she, I can't really remember. Not like it matters.) told me that there was great need to expand our civilization. I asked why and all I got in return was "Just in case". It made no sense to me, but I wen't along with it because it was, well, the council. It's not like I could've fought all of 'em, even though I AM a giant. They'd swarm me and saw my legs off.
Anyway, I managed to gather around fifty Pringers to join me, and we set off westward. That was promptly halted when we encountered this strange thing called... a sea, I think. I dunno. Oh yeah, I forgot to report on the Hub's prosperity for future, uh, notes. There's now TWO-HUNDRED Pringers there, not counting the ones I took with me. I was , quite frankly, amazed by this as when I left it, there were only a hundred or so.
Anyway, I've been told that the only way we could cross this sea is if we build a boat. I have no idea what that is either, but we've been steadily working on a large one. It's almost finished now, and we've been reinforcing it so that it could support us. All that wood would have just shattered under our combined weights. It should only take another couple months until we finish it.
Anyway, this is Pringer X-2, signing off.
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((Okay, edited appropriately. Raise any objections if need be.))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Xotes ]
Last turns happenings.
Hrafn was marching on the head of the small army of giants, surveying the area for potential targets. Finally, after weeks of marching, he sighted the palisade walls of Hallr across the plains. He lifted his hand with a quick move and halted the army.
"MEN! HALLR IS ON THE SIGHT, AND IF YOU FAT FOOLS DONT GET THERE IN THREE DAYS, I AM PERSONALLY GOING TO EXECUTE TWENTY RANDOMLY CHOSEN BASTARDS!"
A wave of foot shifting ran through the army and everyone adjusted their equipment into better positions. Hrafn was known to keep his word. There were already several grim trophies hanging from his castle walls.
"NOW GET TO MOVING YOU SONS OF WHORES!"
The army moved off in halfrun, and Hrafn stayed behind with his bodyguard.
He turned to the silent, masked giants behind him.
"Allright then, the sergeant knows my orders and knows what to do when they arrive at Hallr. We're going to go to that town called lilacebela... I want to see my enemies before the true assault. And we are going to run too"
The bodyguard thumped their plated fists to their chestplate, a loud bang ensued. Perfectly at the sametime and without a word.
Hrafn smiled and motioned them to follow.
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Hjolf lifted his brows a bit at the offer from the vulpinan.
"So... in exchange for our non-aggressiveness we are to send mercenaries for your medicines? Thats two to one to me, and im not sure if that deal is entirely fair. Homever, i might be willing to accept it if the amount of wood and food was changed to weight two thirds of the weight of the iron"
Hjolf finally glanced at the vulpinan in bed.
"May i homever inquire you why i am brought to the apparent house of death of this town... and what has happened to this one?"
Hjolf took a deep inhale, enjoying it with his whole heart, even more glad about it due to the deathbeds around him.
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Three days later.
The army had arrived to Hallr, and was now setting up tents and drinking up drunk. The wives of the outpost had hard time those days, since an army desiring pass times and drink is a tough guest.
The sergeant, currently in command of the army, was discussing the leader of the outpost about any events that had come to pass lately. He was rather surprised by the unbelievably expensive diamond socketed on the hilt of his sword.
"Where'd you get that from?"
"Huh? Oh this... you see, you do know the fireplace we have in the middle of the square yes? Well you then also know we fuel it by this strange flaming being we've trapped in. Well this thing apparently had diamonds and all sorts of expensive metals with him, which we found out when he threw this diamond here on the face of that poor Ferrun. After that, and a small fight... We threatened to fill the fireplace with water if the thing wouldnt handover all the other expensives with it... And we're quite rich now!"
The sergeant stood there, jealous about the sword and was already thinking how he could get it, and hopefully all the other riches.
"Well... that was interesting... I'll see you if i need something"
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OOC: summary is, my army split, the normal troops went to Hallr with forced march and Hrafn passed it with forced march.
Good dealings with Hjolf may change the whole direction of things.
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▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞ww∞w~w⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲w~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~w▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣..♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣..Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣....ΦΦr.ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Sorry, no RP today... I got a terrible headache from studying chemistry for 4 hours, and I'm barely able to understand what the others are writting because of the headache...)
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Non Rp stuff:
Plans are made for road building, each settlement starts building roads to the nearest settlements around them. I'm not going to specify all the workers and their numbers because it will be hard to track it all, so lets just say workers come and go from the settlements to work on the roads. Beacuse of the road building, all golems are too busy to make new golems, so no population growth for 2 turns, starting next turn. All roads will be done in 2 turns.
((Also, game rule question: can we move diagonally on roads and also build roads diagonnaly?))
The flashing message is still being sent, but only at night, because the sun is too bright during the day to be seen. It is always 55 green flashes, followed by messages of greetings and well-wishing and such, in the golem special morse code consisting of a variety colors and flash lengths. Armok, I don't know how you are going to decipher it, I don't think its even possible to decipher it withought another golem helping you, and the golems living in Alchemia know that, so they are planning to dig a tunnel from the Nova outpost directly under the peack were the tower is, and they are also planning to build a telescope using their new-found glassmaking technology to see who is sending the messages. But all this will have to wait 2 turns, since the roads are a priority to be able to move all the workmen and resources needed.
Maybe you can find a way to facilitate communication in a shorter time, but I have no idea how.
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Settlements:
Alchemia: 69
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 23 Clay Golems
- 18 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 79
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 29 Clay Golems
- 15 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 40
(settlement NE of Terra)
- 10 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 10 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 24
(east of desert)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 10 Clay Golems
- 11 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 15
(SE of desert)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 7 Iron Golem miners
- 3 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
Turn: 25
My workers build theyr road on tile south.
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : City
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : Northwestern River : Roshanian : Hamlet
Turn: 26
Again my workers go one South and build theyr road.
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.↑s↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
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Karatomca : E side of W lake : Roshanian : City
Irumathra : Plains. S of Karatomca : Roshanian : Village
Rugkadest : NW side of W Lake : Roshanian : Town
almeftikbo : River E. of Karatomka : Roshanian : Village
Stretiaslu : Northwestern River : Roshanian : Hamlet
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-Rugkadest-
"Give me the Ironsaw we open the chest of that thing."
"And you are sure we should make it here?"
"Do you see another way? This thing weights a Ton or maybe two."
"Right. But it gives me an unpleasent feeling opening it here between its friends."
"I see now lets open that thing Aris."
3 Hours later.
"Shit this was quit some work."
"Im exhausted too Aris but i want to see the inner workings of this Monster."
"Ok then lets take the plate away and let me have a break."
With a loud ringing sound the sawed out breastplate of the golem slammed on the ground.
"Hmm quite Interesting."
"What? I cant see any special features in the Construction. Actually i cant see how it should have worked."
"But i see! They had used runes to move that thing."
"Runes?"
"Yeah an active enchantment bound to a mundane Symbol. Very effective because its lasts a long time an can serve multiple purposes at once. For our projects mostly useless because we can not change the Flow of Magic anymore. Not by casting spells or something like that since the last of our shamans has died in the old world."
"But you know a way?"
"Yeah there is a way. Its the way of Technologie. We change the flow of Magic by bending it by Crystalomatie, Metallurgie and Glyphs."
"Whats a Glyph? And what will you do with Crystalls and Metal?"
"Whats Glyph? The God Ternion has given us the Knowledge of the Glyphs in the old world. Well some Glyphs are a little bit like gears, some like axles, some like Springs etc. A set of Glyphs is not containing the entire enchantment it only directs the Flow of Magic like a Magican or Sorcerer does in his Mind. A Rune on the other hand is most times only a Nail which holds an enchantment on the object. There are two groups of Glyphs. At first the Main Glyphs, our Gears, Axles and springs. The other Group is the Modificator Group which changes the way how a Main-Glyph works. A Modificator has to be attached to the Main-glyph to do something."
"And what about the Crystals and the metals?"
"A crystal and Gems have theyr own form of Glyphs because of theyr Structure and chemical composition. A Ruby for example attached to the right glyphs can raise the temperature. A Saphire on the other hand attached to the same Glyphs would cool down. Unfortunatly you have to cut the Stone in the right form to have it work but a Ruby works much better when a Glyph of temperature with an added Fireglyph. To the metals. Metal is the Material we make our Glyphs from because it conducts magical energy. Some Metals are Better some are worser for this.
Silver is a pretty good conductor but most times we will use cooper and its alloys. The worst conductor is Gold because it mostly blocks the flow of magic. Gold can be useful too, especially in the Glyphs that are attached to your power source. Sometimes you want to heathen your quarters and not melt the table."
As they spoke more and more gears and pieces of metal ripped from the dead Golem piled up on the ground.
"Now, Aris, i can see what happened to this Golems"
"And what happened?"
"Many Parts are burnt out or have rusted very fast. This was done by the Magic energy so it would be very energyintansive to restore the Metals. Its unusual to use very complex Enchantments on Mundande gears because you have to repair and replace parts over the time but its works better as an full program of glyphs if you are building a Machine that is controlled by a sentient Soul."
"It had a Soul and was sentient?"
"Yeah here catch it."
"Huh ... if you throw something please aim ok?"
"Ok. But anyway that Gem was the Golems Brain."
"This tiny thing?"
"Why not? A miner has not to be Genius. I think who ever has build that creature has done it for only one task. Mining."
10 weeks later (now turn 26).
"Aris ..." shouted Ter "... Do we have another axle with Rune number 45a?"
"45a? Let me take a look in the stockpile .... No there not another 45a on an axle."
"Well then this was the last Bird"
"You are done?"
"Yes i am."
"How many have we now?"
"One dozen."
"One dozen is not too much."
"I know but we can build some new birds with Glyphs but by adjucating you and working on the new frames and the right Glyphs i think we cant build them in the next 6 Months."
"And there is no way we can copy this runes?"
"No i couldnt find a way. Maybe if i know the right chant and ingredients but only with rune its impossible."
"Twelve Birds then. They have to last until Summer."
"They will."
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ooc: The discibtion Ter gives to Glyphs and runes are relying on his knowledge of Runes of the old world. The runes of the Golems or the Telash could work in another way. Anyway Ter has fathomed out what the Golemrunes do and had build 12 Mansized Hawk shaped Birds from the parts and Corpses found in the ruins. This birds were transported to karatomca with the next oretransport.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
And Nhiphanter, I don't know about what might happen, but the Golems are normally a pacific race, but they can be quite picky with what they want. I am not inclined to start a war, so it's all up to Armok to decide wether his !!elves!! hate golems or not, but I don't see why they would...))
Edit::: Actually, the Golems could actually have been the ones the humans used! They forgot all about their former life other than that they ounce served a big Empire and that something caused that empire to be destroyed... and also they ARE human shaped...
This could turn out a complicated story, with all races fearing that the golems might want to start a war again, while the golems now free from their former masters are pacific and only want to live in peace...
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
But there are some stories of the other races that are similar so nothing changed.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
edit: i dont even understand where all this talk about supertech humans as the ultimate evil or something came from except that they are part of ROSHANIANS history.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
The old leader reached down, a knife appearing in his hand so quickly it seemed like magic,and cut one the edge of the bandage with a deft motion. Carefully he removed the cloth to reveal the injury beneath. A pungent armoa of many powerful herbs immediatly rose as the old vulpinan waved across the long gash in the arm, but the wound itself was clean and unbloodied. With a practiced eye he pointed out each herb in turn, "Bloodstauch to contract the blood vessals, shocksooth to numb the shock of recent injurty with blissful unconsiousness, illward to fight off infection, and numbweed to nearly remove the pain when he does wake. Four basic herbs that anyone with only a few days of training could use, and another half-dozen I don't totally recognize, some for bone-setting I think. This vulpinan was injured this morning. This gash the result of a blow that was nearly enough to break his the bone and caused him to lose nearly a pint of blood. However, by this time tomorrow the wound will be well enough for him to fight cautiously. In two days he will be back in shape for full combat. This is an example of vulpinan medicine." With a deft motion Raom took a handful of string from nearby and retied the bandage before leading Hjolf to the next bed, when a second vulpinan was shivering violently in his sleep.
With a sad look Raom watched as the young one cried out, his hand flying upward toward the sky. His leg wrapped in a smaller bandage. "And this one is one of our archers. Four days ago while hunting he was shot by one of his companions by accident while they were hunting. The injury was not greivious, but the arrow had a poisoned tip. One that paralyzes it's target for days afterword" Turning around towards Hjolf, Raom shook his head. "And that is the second thing I must warn you about. A single scratch by one of our arrows, no matter how small, has been known to take down large game. Paralysis, muscle weakness, hallucinagens, sleep posions, and many far more deadly effects. We know how to make them, many from very common plants and animals, and in our forests or on the river we know how to hide and fight very effectively. I am not saying that we would win in a conflict, but the battle would be very bloody for your kind indeed if they forced it upon us."
Dimissing his serious look, Raom's grin replied as he began to lead Hjolf out of the hospital and into the sunlight of the late day. "Two-thirds weight I can agree too, as long as my people cut the wood. Have no fear, we will cut to your specifications, it is simply that we despise waste. The forest is our home, after all, and we would like to keep it that way."
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[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The flashing message is still being sent, but only at night, because the sun is too bright during the day to be seen. It is always 55 green flashes, followed by messages of greetings and well-wishing and such, in the golem special morse code consisting of a variety colors and flash lengths. Armok, I don't know how you are going to decipher it, I don't think its even possible to decipher it withought another golem helping you, and the golems living in Alchemia know that, so they are planning to dig a tunnel from the Nova outpost directly under the peack were the tower is, and they are also planning to build a telescope using their new-found glassmaking technology to see who is sending the messages. But all this will have to wait 2 turns, since the roads are a priority to be able to move all the workmen and resources needed.
Maybe you can find a way to facilitate communication in a shorter time, but I have no idea how.
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...and simple golems being just solid (or hollow to save materials) chunks of metal whit a gem set in for the soul and a few glyphs/runes for things such as eyes. or maybe that was what you ment? But a simple mining golem wouldn't bee filled whit gears and such?
You have to see it on a racial scale. Handling Golem-creation by involving an inner structure with gears etc. could for example lower the ammount of energy which is used to create an Golem for someone who belives in this Technic.
And nobody had said you have to stick with one Runesystem. The Telash Rune system has its advantages and disadvantages too.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Wind changed to E->W
The airship moves 2 tiles west))
"Are you saying you can now understand those writings ?" asked Shel.
"The writings, no but the shematics, yes. We now know what kind of numeration system that civilisation used. We have even started rewritng their calculations into our system." answered the head archaeologist Heshelen. "I think we also have managed to understand what some of these bbody parts are."
"Are they armor, like we first supposed it was ?"
"Yes... and no. In a way they protected what was inside but what was inside could not do anything without these contraptions and did not need to be protected either."
"And what was inside."
"The schematics indicate some kind of glowing stone. It is my theory that the glowing stones are similar to our soul gems."
"You mean they place souls in bodies ? Isn't that completely impossible for a soul enchanted into a mechanical object to manipulate the object ? After all, the shape the soul will be in is too unfamiliar."
"It is not because we can't do it that others can't do it. Moreover, there are mentions of runes being placed around the object, in a more permanent way than ours."
"Runes being used beyond helping the enchantment process ? Interesting... I will tell that to Thlash so that he keeps an eye on similar ruins. Is there anything else ?"
"No, Lieutenant Governor. I will leave you now."
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.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂ÅÇ.Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂.ç..┌──── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈s↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞t..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚.ΦΦr.ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
As the giant left Raom's line of sight he visibly sagged, nearly losing his footing as his shoulder's slumped. "Gods that was difficult," the vulpinan muttered to himself as he turned and began to trot towards the hospital, waving over his aide. "Have the herbalists begin producing poisons of a potency high enough to bring one of his kind down. A healthy, younger giant, not just the older ones."
"My lord...?" the aide began, puzzled.
"Did you see his dress? His equipment? His manner at parting? This giant was not expecting to run into anyone here. It's doubtful his lord knew he was coming. Although I feel he was being mostly honest, I don't trust that we won't see more of his kind very soon. This one could not have come from far away."
"Yes sir!" The female vulpinan said, standing straighter and pausing in her salute as she noticed the look on her leader's face, "..er, anything else?"
Raom nodded, "Two things. Firstly, collect what steel and iron you can from the merchants and have it melted into armor and weapons. It will not be much, and they will not like it, but it will be neccecary if we do become attacked. Secondly, send word of a draft for any under-employed vulpinan. If we are attacked soon, I do not wish to be caught off guard."
"I've got it sir." the aide replied, "and what are you planning to do sir?"
Raom smiled, his grin returning to his face, "I am going to test the skills of our military."
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~║÷# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈s↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞t..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚.ΦΦr.ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((The three Accomplished Ambushers from Liliaceleba (they were expert seven turns ago) are going to go northwest one tile and north another to scout out the location of the giant town. Upon reaching the edge of the forest they will force-march south one tile.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
Also, golems could have gears in them and such, if less magic power is available, or whoever makes it is less magic oriented, but my basic ones are just chunks of metals connected at joints with runes on/in them and a gem for the soul. More advanced ones might not comform to this, and only your imagination can limit what can be done through all the possible combinations when we take into consideration the different racial aptitudes))
((The most important point in this discussion is that WE MUST NOT conform to a single way of magic/runes/technology/golems/ect... thats the whole point that makes this RP so nice, the racial diversity! So each one could basically follow his own rules for runes/whatever...))
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((Ah, so the runes/glyphs and mechanical parts are to compensate for lack of magical skill/power, or to grant it special abilities?))
You got it.
In my system there is a Mainglyph which transforms one form of energy into another. So at the end you didnt even have to have skill or power in Magic because you can transform an electrical flow in an magical flow which you manipulate via other Glyphs.
And as said before the form of Magic a Race performs is part of the racial flavour and the Golems are centuries old so why shouldnt one with many Gears inside exist?
A hint: If i had to decipher a Lightmessage by Myselfe i would look at first for Words. (Asuming around 15 - 20 Colours + long and short lights)
- In an Coloured Morse code Words will separarted by larger delays or a spot of one special color.
- The first word in such a message would be something like "Hello".
- Next i would assume that Numbers and Operators would have special Colours (Green and Blue f.e.) so as Elf or Golem i would send 10 combinations for Numbers and 4 simple Mathematical therm like 2 + 3 = 5, 6 - 2 = 5 and so on.
- next thing would be to find the name of the Race. To do this i would send (as elf) something like "Hello [second word of the message] = 1". If i (as Golem) would have recieved such a message which states something like "Hell Golem = 1" i would answer "1 1 = yes 0 = no". And so on.
It could be very hard game but its possible.
edit: Oh my God "Xanth" i've love this series shit i read it still in the english original. Even Xanth is an sort of "Battle of Gods" as stated in 3rd or 4th book.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
Maybe if the elves tried to send back a random morse code message and see the response, then send another random message... they might eventually, after months of communication and using their optic computer technology, decipher enough to communicate.
Imagine what the random morse codes that the elves might send might mean to the golems:
!!elves!! send: red flash - green flash - long blue flash - 2 quick green flash
== Greetings, we salute your stinking socks and wish you a basket full of kittens.
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How about we keep the human empire asside for now, and we will find out later what happened to them in ruins/manuscripts/whatever.
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((The most important point in this discussion is that WE MUST NOT conform to a single way of magic/runes/technology/golems/ect... thats the whole point that makes this RP so nice, the racial diversity! So each one could basically follow his own rules for runes/whatever...))
My favorite, I guess, is the undefined magic, comming from pure willpower, creating magic by simply beleiving in something so hard that it just has to happen, or something such as that. The reason I like that magic is that because it just can't be defined, like just add this with that, say hocus pocus, and it will make a fireball... And its also unatainable in normal circumstances. That is my definition of true magic.
And yes, golems do (or atleast did) have alchemy, the sort where they smelt metals and infuse them with gems and magical essences, basically completely non-organic alchemy.
Edit: btw, I'm not saying magic shouldn't be classified, like Armok did. I'm just saying the rule of awesome should trump these classifications in some circumstances.
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
While the application may differ, really I'm not sure our magics are very different at all in the end.))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
Just one question... Is this C.A.R.P. project gona turn out to be a giant tungesten carp, or is it just the name? I hope its a carp, so that we'll rule all the rives of the world :p))
The roleplay at Romilath is not finished, Grieger and i will pick it up tomorrow. Imp,if you do get an AIM account PM me with it so we can include Larika a bit more . As it is I've been trying to keep her in-character as best we could. As it stands, I humbly request that the mobile units in Romilath (Karaman, the Diplomat, Larika, and the Romilath military be allowed two moves once we resolve what happens.) ))
He had sent out a group of Ipetians along with a Roshanian translator to found a new settlement to the west of Wijnfontein. This new outpost, he reasoned, would mark the entrance to Wijnfontein, and keep watch over the road. It would also pose as a traveler's rest, and be the epitome of Ipetian hospitality.
As Riet wandered about the city, helping with the preparations for the journey, he caught sight of Nietzsche...
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((I'm rather pressed for time now, I'll try to finish the RP up later. It's mostly unimportant for the greater game.))
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Vriendingang - Friend's Gate : W of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Outpost
Perhaps their names are too close.))
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ June 10, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
I know my and Armoks names are similar, but please take your time
also, I am just posting some suggestions. And for a race with a premise like the giants, berserker mushrooms seem like a logical alternative. Think of it as their own kind of magic, similar to the magic of many jungle tribes, or the magic of the norse men. It just seems like more fitting than a giant sitting down and studying magic, apart from maybe one or two high priests that can conjure storms.
The giants have no tech, and only little magic, so why not buld on whatever other strength that exist ?
Both magic and tech require lots of brains, and, no offense, a race of warmonging giants has very little of that. Their only advantages are battle experience, resulting in well executred battle tactics and a melee superiority, as well as their giant strength and toughness.
Now if the giants decide it is no time for pretty strategies, a mushroom that sends them into a martial trance, increasing both toughness and strength would be the best thing to do.
A race who can't build things like steamguns or incinerate the enemy with a mere touch deserves at least an equivalent to that of some sorts.
Now some hallucinogenic mushrooms, like used by the nordic tribe whose name is nowadays iconic for a fierce warrior, would fit perfectly. Wether Nhipanter decides to use that or not is not my concern, all i am doing is making a suggestion.
quote:It seems ore thought are very much alike on these subjects! :D It will be SOOOO awesome! I can’t wait either!
Can't wait to try out your plans Armok! :D Also, once the golems find the tombs of the alchemist and runemaster golems, we could include some more powerful magic to whatever you have in mind...
Just one question... Is this C.A.R.P. project gonna turn out to be a giant tungsten carp, or is it just the name? I hope its a carp, so that we'll rule all the rives of the world
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Turn 26: (Winter)(?)
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Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 120 !!elves!! (town+hamlet) (+2 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 2 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 171 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and is beginning to learn some common. (70% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 95m.
“The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 35% complete, building the castle 5% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
More or less ALL resources are spent on establishing communications whit the golems this turn.))
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. (Making science 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.)
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About !!elven!! numbers and units:
Math is done in base 2, 8 or 64, 8 is most common for common uses, for computer use they can adapt so well to binary that some computer people use it for other stuff to, and the elven 64 letter alpabet is used for ordering stuff like everybody else but they recognize it as counting in another base more easily and it is used for math jokes and such stuff, as well as numbering in algebra and varius other uses. Yes, it is much more complicated than the decimal system, why cant civs just use hexadecimal for everything?
The elven year is 256 days long, and is split up in four seasons each 64 days long, each day is split into 256 standard Time Units.
Time is written in the format [year in base 8][symbol for season (I’ll use first two letters (Sp, Su, Au, Wi)][day of season in base 64 (“alphabetical”)]-[time units since midnight in base 8]
I’ll however write it all in base 10, because I’m lazy.
Other stuff for the sake of simplicity use the old European SI system.
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((This is what would have been written in an encyclopaedia 20 years later or so, so if the !!elves!! get wiped out we’ve got a temporal paradox on our hands))
Encyclopaedia Efil-inira, on The Great First Contact Madness:
“Like an epidemic of madness it spread thought Ariquemera, everyone had been exited over the 55 flashes, but this was a real MESSAGE! From the moment the observer in the tower saw it, the operator at the computer saw it, anyone heard of it they went wild. An all-erasing excitement and wonder that completely overshadowed any individual personality and filled them whit an irresistible urge to work on The Project. After a week everyone was under the spell, and the not much can be known for certain.
Three months later everyone more or less simultaneously woke up from unconsciousness, in a state of near starvation, leaning over their terminals that were covered in dust. In The Ariquemera Main Computer they found complete dictionaries over the golem language, as well as all sorts of grammar guides, lists of expressions and other stuff, as well as instructions about the code that was used for transmitting the message, what is now called the Standard Optical Code, there were also several executable files, for grammatically flawless translation between the languages ((Yes, perfect translation program, no babblefish here. A wizard did it.)), and for controlling devices to sending the code. These programs still trouble scholars whit their perfection and optimization, and what little could be reverse engineered led to major revolutions in computer science. There were also documents found that have revolutionized many fields in mathematics and basically created linguistic mathematics. The programs created are still used as a definition for grammatical correctness in both languages.
There had been no maintenance or mining work done during the crisis, and no food had been eaten.
What we know about what happened during the madness is scraped together mainly from computer input logs.
The time 7Wi12-9 the original message was received, by the end of that day ca 45 of the inhabitants were bound by the spell.
The time 7Wi19-56 optical communications whit the city was lost as the Great Tower simply went dark, we have seen from computer logs that was whit the exception of the communication whit the golem tower.
Time 7Wi21 is the date of the last dated journal entry that could be found, by a miner that thought is was demons that possessed his comrades, all other dates are those automatically recorded by computer systems.
Up to around 7Wi32 it seems they were just working whit optics, analyzing, and decryption in a rather normal mater and whit quite a bit better results than expected considering the limiting material, but after that the abnormal stuff started.
After that point most of the computer logs are somehow corrupted crashing any system trying to read them, half of the others say random and impossible things, and the rest are not to much use. It seems however that very strange things were going on, and at one point the entire computer was shut down for 3 days.
At around 7Wi49 to 54 the various useful files about the language appear to have been added.
Then at 7Wi51-37 all input stopped, most agree the reason for this was everyone going into a strange kind of sleep or coma, at 7Wi51-39 an executable program (according to the logs finalTouch.exe) ran itself, did some minor changes to various translation-related files, and deleted itself.
At time 8Sp3-29 everyone woke up from the strange sleep, and after a few days everyone had eaten and infrastructure including communications whit Efil-inira had been re-established.
At 8Sp9-60 a new attempt at communications was made…“ ((… this however is for the next turn as you can see spring.))
((Something whatever is made to get some slight more data for the communications, but most is still some strange magic. No actual communications are sent however and near the end of the turn the tower goes completely black, a few days into the next turn it will go on again and an actual message sent.))
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"I'm afraid we also have few true originals as we have no way to communicate with our homeland while we are here. but the copies we have include all of the information of the origonals. How does that sound?"
((The donation loophole is why DnD NPC priests always charge a 'donation' for things like resurrection and healing spells.
The books the dracon send will be few but the majority are basically large encyclopedias on different subjects. The ones that aren't are famous Homer quality epics and stories, as well as the holy books from many of the gods in the pathenon. They are all from their homeland however. The only things that relate to this world are some maps.
I can't think of how to RP it so I'll just say it. The first large dracon warship is done. It looks like a 18th century frigate, though the sail system and building style isn't nearly that advanced, looking more 12th or 13th century. it is armed with 10 ballistae on each side and it has an unreliable blackpowder cannon on the bow that takes a long time to reload and is prone to misfires, this folks, is the pinnacle of dracon technology.
The ship looks imposing but it is actually not very well built. It is inefficiently reinforced, the ballistae ammo is nowhere near where the balistae are, the sails and rigging are inefficient and convoluted to use and the bulkheads to compartmentalize below water level damage range from leak badly to just don't work.))
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈s↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞t..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈s↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
The small group of Tengu moves another tile northeast. Avecebela is now visible to them and they move towards it more quickly now. they will reach it next turn witha forced march.
What i thought of homever was bards. I would like to have Skalds. Warrior bards who sing warsongs in the middle of the battle, terrifying enemies and strengthening my own. They would be in all respects just as powerful in combat as highly trained soldiers but would be also more aweinspiring, giving their songs more power. They usually lead the charges, singing at the same time.
What do you say?
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
Oy... bed...))
Now the airship had to cross a large expanse of water to reach the flame pillar site. Since there was not likely to be anything interesting on the water, the ship would travel even faster, with everyone activating the wings. They would have to rest from time to time but it was not a problem since the airship was well-provided with comfortable quarters.
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((The wind blows E->W and the airship force-marches 3 tiles to the west.
And the crew can rest from force-march even when the airship is moving. So I'll be force-marching one turne out of two.))
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
code:Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(31)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(31)
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂ç...┌Ç─── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Placing the last paving stone for the day, Ferrum looked back behind him to admire the large, well-paved road leading from Alchemia. It felt so nice to finally be able to do some actual physical work again, even if it wasn't mining, and to hell with whoever says the Chief of Diggers shouldn't be working with the lowly Clay and Iron golems. Besides, he had started to beleive he would eventually rust if he didn't have some exercise, no matter what the engineers said about steel not rusting.
These roads were the main project for the Al'Qwat at the time being, but they weren't there main concern. That damned flashing lights communication was the only thing on all Golem's tong. He felt that these roads will never be finished no matter how many Golems worked on it, all because of that damned distraction! He actually had absolutely ALL golems working on road construction, except those lazy glassmakers who were 'too busy with the morse communication'. They probably couldn't carry a stone withought breaking one of their 'fancy' reinforcing bands of bronze anyway.
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"Hmm..., weird," muttered Abro, "The lights just... stopped, you say?"
"Yeah, last night, they just were there one sec, and then weren't", replied another glassmaker.
"Just like that? Why would they stop after frantically flashing for months?"
"Ma'be they got bored?"
"BORED??? NO ONE can get BORED of my great invention! Its probably something you sent in the message. Thats what I get for imploying morons..."
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(No population growth this turn, all are working on the roads)
Settlements:
Alchemia: 69
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 23 Clay Golems
- 18 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 79
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 29 Clay Golems
- 15 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 40
(settlement NE of Terra)
- 10 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 10 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 24
(east of desert)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 10 Clay Golems
- 11 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 15
(SE of desert)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 7 Iron Golem miners
- 3 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
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((Importany questions: Can roads be built diagonally? Can units move on roads diagonally?))
((And Armok, you say you want to be careful with overpowering, and then say you want to make a flying golem carp that can also swim in water and magma? Yeah, not overpowered at all :((We also need to find what C.A.R.P. would stand for, I propose Cataclysmic Anticlimatic Rampaging Phish (yeah I spell fish with 'ph', sue me :p)))
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
quote:
"I did say that we can send some books and text in the intrest of spreading knowlage and faith. The trade would just be a 'generous donation' then." she smiled a little bit at the ever present donation loophole. "Some of the more important will be magically protected permanently, but the spell to make the effects permanent is very draining, so we will likely choose a priest to accompany you on your trip back if you allow it. The priest will be able to cast the spells to protect and translate the books when needed. The priest will need to be allowed to build a temple to our gods if you wish to do this however.""I'm afraid we also have few true originals as we have no way to communicate with our homeland while we are here. but the copies we have include all of the information of the originals. How does that sound?"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It had been about 20 days since the signals stopped, and he had almost given up all hope, when suddenly the distant alien tower came alive again.
Suddenly the entire city lit up whit a clar green light, it didn't sway or change, some golems that vere not very good at judging exact luminosity claaimed it was like a second sun.
Abro rushed towards the tower and up the stairs, and quickly activated all the equipment that had eventually been turned of. Then he looked at the green light and waited. He didn't have to wait long.
after exactly 1/256:t of a revolving of the planet around it's axis the light went out again, and after an instant a message was sent rather slowly from it, in perfect grammar and perfect in every way, the lights didn't sway, it was like music to the eye.
The message he received went like this: "How fast can you receive these messages, and do you record them?"
After Abro sent the message nothing happened for a short while, then suddenly the tower began flashing FAR to fast to even properly see HOW fast it was for a few minutes, the peasant supposed to write got rather scared by it, then it went dark again.
((How fast/efficient is the code exactly?))
Cenna was standing on front of a small cave in the middle of small forest in the plains. There was a smoldering campfire in front of the entrance. She walked inside the cave, since the voice in her head said it would be wise indeed and that the occupants of this cave would protect her if any sort of dangerous suspicions rose among these barbarous people she wished to visit.
Once inside the cave, she could see the outlines of ten snoring large giants, members of the friendly race she had made that delightful contact with!
After few hours Cenna left the cave, one of the giants accompanying her to the entrance and to hold watch for the time she would come back.
A hour of walking of so, and Cenna reached the outer parts of the city.
The whispers in her head suggested that she should find a guardhouse to gain visit to whomever was in the lead of this city.
She soon found it and knocked at the door.
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣..c≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
quote:
Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>The Glass Golem encircled whit steel bands held up his newly made <<clear>>, ... 55 flashes he aw as he ran, somewhere in the back of his mind, from ancient memory reserves he knew it was something special whit the numbers, they were significant somehow.
</STRONG>
You posted this page 30, I thought the 55 was important, so I sent it back...
The code can translate ANY word in the golem language, but it takes about 4 sec transmission on average for each word. Simple words like 'Hello' can take as little as 2 sec of transmitting lights, while advanced one like 'cryptocrystaleography' (I just made up this word) might take as much as 10 sec or more.
Golems are very fast at deciphering the language, as fast as if they were listening to spoken words, atleast the ones who understand it (not all do, normally only more advanced ones are magically 'programmed' with it), but it might be harder and slower for other races to decipher.
Edit: Oh and it turns out the peasent Abro told to record the flashes barely knew the code, so even if you had sent the message slower, he probably wouldn't have been able to copy it. Since then, Abro is trying to stay 24/7 (almost) on the tower to catch as much of any message as possible, and writing it down himself.
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
Most likely the golems will send a message asking the elves to talk slower...))
"Hail to you Vulpian. Be welcome at the city Karatomca before the walls of the District Almeftikbo. We trust you and your kind but as you can see we dont trust your "friends" here so please stay exactly at this point or leave. You have the permission to enter almeftikbo alone but if one of your friends moves in the false direction they are dead. As you can see we haveprepared some "Nastys" for our defense."
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ooc: The temporary camp for cenna and the Giants is exactly a half mile away from my walls and 3 Balistas are prepared to fire on this point. I have 5 of my Warhawks here (3 at irumathra, and 4 are remaining at Karatomca) since this turn and some nastys you dont know. The walls are massive and as stated before Almeftikbo has two Bastions.
Edit: the cave is well over mile away since i dont believe it would take an hour to get to the city from such short distance.
Edit2: I still have to add that wasnt distance between two tiles SEVERAL miles
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
We will send now specifications so that you know what and who we are:
Ore socity consists of many individual biological sophontic entities geting our power mainly from indirect tools.
[About an hour of detailed descriptions of !!elven!! physiology, psychology, sociology, technology, and every other -ology there is. This is sent at a slightly different tune and it is obviously a record and not by the same person that sent the speaker.]
We trust that you will not use this knowledge against us.
May we receive similar data about you as a sign of a prospers future, fellow entity(s)?"
((Edit: some spelling. Also please note that even if mine is not grammar and language use in the message is supposed to be FLAWLESS.))
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
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After a day of waiting for Cenna Leam had arrived on the Traderraft. He entered the room with two guards.
"Ah miss Cenna we thought you were lost. Unfortuantly your friend Graed is gone some time ago. Can i ask were you come from and what happend to you?"
[ June 11, 2008: Message edited by: Heph ]
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Just moving pieces today, nothing ground-breaking happens for me this turn.))
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 125 !!elves!! (town+hamlet) (+5 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 2 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 171 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and talks common quite well by now. (80% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 101m.
“The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 45% complete, building the castle 10% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
Ariquemera focus somewhat on communication whit golems at least, exactly how much depends on how it goes.))
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. (Making science 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.)
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On Ariquemera information technology:
Ariquemeran computers are optical/mechanical hybrids, based on an alloy that changes volume violently when exposed to light and platinum-alloy mirrors that are only reflective in a very narrow window of polarization. Other parts of the computers such as gears are generally made from aluminium
Basically the logic gates work by that the light from one logic gate shines on a small “arm” of light sensitive metal causing it to expand and rotate a small plate of polarization mirror to reflect/not reflect light from a light source or other logic gate. The mechanisms are rather large and expensive but due the optical component in it distance doesn’t matter as much as in an electronically one.
Storage is done mostly mechanically, there are two main types of memory, huge (10 kg each, about a metre in diameter) rotating iron disks that are heated and etched whit a tungsten chisel, and smaller mechanical memory that store information in the position of gears.
The Main Ariquemera Computer is actually several computers spread over the city linked together to act as a single machine, most more important persons or bigger facilities have at least one console to access it. Despite the limited technology very much of the city is controlled by this network, and most people keep diaries and such on it. There are facilities similar to internet cafés spread over the city that are free and let anyone access the computer from anywhere. Every citizen has an citizen account that they log in to in order to use the computer from anywhere.
End of part 1.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where was the link to the BOTG modification!?
I just searched all 36 bloody pages looking for it.
Sigh.
I guess I'll have to take my turn at some point tonight.
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
X-2's Log. Date: Unknown. Seems to be springtime.
Huzzah! Er, sorry for that outburst, but we've finally completed our ship! It looks a bit... wobbly, but I've been assured by the engineers we took along that it's perfectly safe.
They also told me that they'd have to dismantle me so as to make me fit on it without causing the whole thing to capsize. It's a safe process, as far as I know, and I'll still be able to move around on it as a regularly sized Pringer, but it'll be a bit disorienting at first. Good thing we're not fleshies, though. I'd probably go and... what's the word? Oh yeah, puke, over the side of it. The boat, I mean.
We're going to set sail as soon as I'm size-reduced, so I'm off to have that taken care of.
Wish me luck.
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Xotes reclines in his seat, idly sipping at a beer.
"Ya know, it's kinda ironic that I'm a god of ORDER when there's rampant and accepted bribing in the council of my ONE major city."
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Status Report.
The Hub. Population: 243 (Current population working on defensive walls: 67. )
Unnamed mining outpost. Population: 23.
Pringers currently away on missions: 52.
Tech Level report. Relatively high levels of technology, considering the setting. They have been tinkering with electricity as of late, and are only about a year away from discovering how it really works. Most of their technology is steam-powered, but that will likely be due to change soon.
((So, yeah. They finish the ship and set off two tiles west this turn.
POINT OUT ANY ERRORS YOU SEE, FOR GREAT JUSTICE!))
((Sorry about the short RP tonight guys, I'm tired.))
"Probably in a few weeks we will have the volunteers with a basic understanding of your elven and ready to go." The priest said
((I told you it was short.))
((sent you a PM Imp, sorry about the late response. I hope we get PM notifications with the move.))
Niph, are you planning to move Hjolf?
For my turn the Vulpinan scouting group west of Liliaceleba returns to the Town and reports on the position of the Storm Giant's settlement. A group of seven Vulpinan Crossbowmen armed with high-quality steel equipment depart from Romilath, going upstream on the Lathmaile towards Aveceleba. They are escourting a merchant ship that carries three times that in equipment (steel bows, arrows, swords, and a significant amount of armor.). They may be accompanied by other units, but I cannot be sure until tomorrow when Grieger and I finish the situation in Romilath. (sorry about the delay!)
Akroma: an important aside. The area around Aveceleba has been on high alert ever since the last battle. Regular patrols of five vulpinans pass around the capital. Every patrol is accomanpied by a hunter, who would be very likely to recognize that the Tengu are not naitive birds even if they fly at a high altitude. If you march on Aveceleba I must insist that your party run into one of the patrols first.
Current Military Manifest of Aveceleba:
7 - Accomplished Bowvulpi/Spearvulpi (Career soldiers from Liliaceleba)
3 - Competent Axevulpi (Drafted Woodcutters from Liliaceleba, they have been training since arrival.)
2 - Great Bowvulpi/Spearvulpi (The Captain of the Guard and his aide. They have been training for many years, and were hunters before that)
4 - Expert Bowvulpi (Town guards)
2 - Talented Bowvulpi/Talented Ambushers (Drafted Caravan Gaurds)
2 - Proficient Spearvulpi/Proficient Wrestlers (Drafted Caravan Guards)
2 - Proficient Swordvulpi/Proficient Wrestlers (Drafted Caravan Guards)
5 - Assorted Bowmen, ranging from No Lable to Skilled with similar levels in Ambusher (Local Hunters)
8 - Axevulpi/Wrestlers (Recently drafted woodcutters)
1 - Legendary Miner/Wrestler (The head miner, drafted)
3 - Master Miners/Wreslter (Drafted miners)
The carreer soldiers and caravan gaurds have a mix of bronze and copper equipment, the recent draftees are wearing hardened leather and wood.
Twelve more vulpinan citizens arrive and settle in Mutheithru along with a vulpinan trade caravan, expanding the settlement into a Town. A number of them are actually workers.
The first Vulpinan trade caravans begin arriving in Karomatica.))
The first of a number of riverboats fought against the firece current of the river as they approached it's mouth, the merchants not busy with tacking their ships against the river staring at awe at the great statues that ringed the city.
Tomi grinned happily as she thought of Graed's words about the city. Marvels of glass, magical contraptions that everyone used, they had even given him a copy of the blueprints of their fishfarms, which no-one could say was ineffecient in any way. As the first of the ships docked near the edge of the wall, the leaders of each riverboat stepping onto shore and loping up to the gatehouse.
"Hail to the Roshani of Karomotica!"
~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~≈~
Turn 28 - Summer
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂=Z♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲⌂⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç── Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈÷...~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞t..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥⌂▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑↑~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲Z⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
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Allyaid:
West city
35 zefies
Felu the blob
!!elf!!
Everything built out of stone or glass, has large mine that produces stone and traces of metals.
Road crew B
South of Allyaid
15 zefies
10 semi-trained in fighting
5 moderately skilled
Slowly becoming skilled in road building.
Hopegem
Central, Capital
100 zefies
Gouzzi the sniper
10 zefie sniper group
10 full time melee guards (iron spears and assorted personal)
5 hunters w/ crossbows
25 reservists
Working on constructing BIG stone fortifications.
Hopegem suburb
(not on map, part of Hopegem tile)
20 zefies
non-pernament housing.
Angelshielded
East city
26 zefies
3 full time gaurds (Xbow & spear)
20 reservists (half Xbow, half spear)
Exports crops to rest of cities.
Seigebreak
52 Zefies
30 full time soldiers
10 full time weapon development
12 support staff (some millitary training)
Yankee (legendary zefieknight)
Yankee is organizing the training of the regular army at siegebreak. They train three days a week and build some stone walls with native stone three days a week.
Engineer group
13 zefie engineers
Working on secret road poject!
quote:
Originally posted by Strife26:
<STRONG>I could swear that Jamini had posted a beta version at one point. I suppose that I'm just as crazy as most of my zefies . . .</STRONG>
((I was not party to the first Battle of the Blood Gods RP. This is the first one I have posted, but if you want a link:
BotBG))
As an aside to Niph: Your hero is on one of my trade routes, the one that was recently established between Liliaceleba and Thaciomu. Is he going to do anything to the passing wagons/riverboats?))
Raom watched with pride as the new recruits worked feverishly on the Palaside and moat of Liliaceleba. Everyone in the moat, down to the last vulpin, was covered in mud. The water around their ankles flowed rapidly in the artificial current produced by the pumping teams at the edge of the moat. He was down there, shovel in hand, pulling wheelbarrows and helping with the thickest of clay, encouraging the frusterated soldiers with words of encouragment, or insults, as he saw fit to keep morale high.
The move had been controverial amoung, drafting the strongest of the civilians and having them dredge and deepen the moat several feet. But Raom's word held sway among the majority of the population, and many vulpinan's had seen, if not talked with Hjolf.
With a quick glance at the wall, Raom nodded as he watched a mechanic load a set of spikes into a weapon trap in the side. Even if, somehow, the giants breached the moat, they would need to get past that obsticle first. All around the city traps were being set in locations off the beaten road, cage traps and nets designed to capture any creature that strayed too far off of the main path had been set by the hunters and trappers, who themselves alternated between checking and resetting those traps and firing constantly at the archery range.
'No', Raom thought as he helped a companion lift a heavy stone free of the ever-deepening moat, watching as the water swirled and was sucked into the depression left behind, 'we will not be caught unprepared.'
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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Mohayiga+harbour: Metropolis : 140
Eientei: city : 114
Murakami: town : 105
Makai : city : 112
Divine shrine : cloister : 10
Makai, Murakami and Eientei each send out one settlergroup to expand even more this turn.
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As the tengu began to approach the city at the horizon, they made out a small camp at the riverbank. In it there were strange, fox-like creatures, walking on four legs. They were relatively small, and if it wasn't for the fact that they were wearing clothes, the tengu would have passed them for animals raiding an abandoned camp. They were carrying weapons.
But surely, they wouldn't attack a diplomat, so the tengu landed and greeted the strange creatures.
"Hail. We are messengers of the awe-inspiring wheel of fortune of the Tengu, ruler of the southern hemisphere. We came to negotiate trading allicances with your people. I ask you for permition to visit your lord."
The remaining four soldiers turned about, readying their weapons as the eight tengu landed. Their leader, wearing the uniform of the town gaurd for Aveceleba, watched these new arrivals with a guarded expression, his face lighting with interest as they spoke with a heavy accent in the common tounge.
Noting with care the patrol leader noted the position of each tengu, his eyes quickly assessing their strengths, weapons, and positions. At once he dismissed atacking, not that he had any intention of starting a fight, but moreso he had no intention of starting a fight there was little hope of winning. Even with skills of the conscripted caravan gaurd aiding them in combat, it was unlikly that they would win.
With care the patrol leader replied, "We are a detach of the Aveceleban forces, patrolling this region in response to a battle that took place on our southern border recently, causing severe damage to the forest. Were your people involved in that battle?"
The leader of the diplomats spits on the ground.
"Curse them"
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((Most of this is, of course, a blatant lie. But since the Vulpians don't know anything about the cause of the war and the forest fire, they have no reason not to believe it))
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Hrafn stopped on his heels from run. Lifting his hand he motioned the bodyguard to stop too. A distant murmur of a settlement was now possible to be heard, and Hrafn was quite sure they were too spotted by now. He lifted his helmet from his head and gave it away to one of the bodyguards.
He then begun to walk towards the direction of the noise, the bodyguard formed a halfring around him, front open.
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Hjolf was running as fast as he could to reach Hallr in time, since he was sure that by now Hrafn would know of the existence of vulpinan town, and by everything he knew about the greatest of their kind, the vulpinans wouldnt like his attention. Not one bit.
Hjolf stumbled over droppen rotting branches, past trees and stumps with the forest passing around him in blinding speed as he ran towards Hallr, the outpost he had named by his own father. Somehow he knew he wouldnt get there in time but Curse the grand god he would try! His thoughts stopped to wonder what had made him like this, caring about the fate of other beings, so apart from others of his kind. Shrugging his shoulders he guessed it was old age and the wisdom that came with it.
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The whispers seemed to take over in Cennas mind, telling her exactly what to say.
"Greetings to you aswell sir, i have been fine, though the trek across the land was exhausting and..." at this point the small portion of mind Cenna still controlled rolled in "Not without it's dangers..." The whispers took control yet again, a slightly anger tune in them now "But nothing i couldnt deal with. Homever, i suppose that my friend Graed told you that i left to visit this unknown settlement near the river. Well, the occupants were friendly and i was welcomed with hearty smiles and the smell of good food. I took my time there"
Cenna smiled a somehow hollow smile and continued.
"Now, since Graed has already been here i suppose all the deals have been made and im bit at loss what to do... Might i ask you about any interesting places and taverns i could visit here?"
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OOC: In case you are wondering what Hrafn looks like heres some description:
He's clad in black full platemail armor of some unknown but hard material. He is about 11 meters tall, quite strong looking but not as stocky as many of the giants are, his actually rather thin(in giant standards).
He has a gaunt face which has a single small scar in his left brow. His nose is rather long and is a bit curved. He has a black hair that is long and unkept, and also long black beard.
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞~~∞~~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~⌂▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲Z⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞╗~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲║~~~~~╚W∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲Z⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈s≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Finally, the road project was done, and all Al'Qwat settlements connected. Ferrum could go back to mining, now that Orion was on his way. But first, he had one more important responsibility. The communications with the unknown entity were not going as well as planned. Not because of what the entity sent, but because of Abro almost going nuts and firing everyone. It had taken a week to convince everyone to work together again, and now he had to check on the progress of the messages.
On top of the tower, he was releived to see that no-one was trying to kill the other. Greeting Abro, he got right to the point, "So how are the communications?"
"Oh, great, if you want, you can check their last message, I wrote it all down," replied Abro, pointing to the corner of the roof.
Ferrum turned, and saw a towering stack of metal sheets, atleast 3 meters high. "What, did they send you their whole collection of encyclopedias?"
"More or less. I think they are expecting something similar from us."
"Ok, great... I'll leave you to it, then."
Ferrum hurriedly went back down the stairs. He certainly had had enough paperwork in his last year of work, and certainly didn't need to help them wright a whole dictinary. Atleast, not if he wanted to remain sane.
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The message to the !!elves!!:
"We too wish peace for both are civilization. We are the Golems of Al'Qwat...
((Basically, they right down something similar to all the information I have already posted about golems...))
"We hope to be able to meet you face to face someday, and we also hope that our civilizations may grow and prosper together in peace and harmony."
((The message is sent with great care, so that the beauty of it rivals that of the !!elves!! message and maybe surpasses it (after all, golems DID invent it and thus know better than anyone else about the code) but in the usual golem way, it is sent a bit slowly, about one third speed of that of the !!elves!!))
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((No population growth this turn too, because roads are just finished. Orion moves towards Alchemia))
Settlements:
Alchemia: 69
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 11 Iron Golem miners
- 23 Clay Golems
- 18 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 79
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 29 Clay Golems
- 15 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 40
(settlement NE of Terra)
- 10 Iron Golem miners
- 20 Clay Golems
- 10 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 24
(east of desert)
- 3 Iron Golem miners
- 10 Clay Golems
- 11 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 15
(SE of desert)
- 7 Iron Golem miners
- 3 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
Travelling:
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
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"Probably in a few weeks we will have the volunteers with a basic understanding of your elven and ready to go." The priest said
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On top of the tower, he was releived to see that no-one was trying to kill the other. Greeting Abro, he got right to the point, "So how are the communications?"
"Oh, great, if you want, you can check their last message, I wrote it all down," replied Abro, pointing to the corner of the roof.
Ferrum turned, and saw a towering stack of metal sheets, atleast 3 meters high. "What, did they send you their whole collection of encyclopedias?"
"More or less. I think they are expecting something similar from us."
"Ok, great... I'll leave you to it, then."
Ferrum hurriedly went back down the stairs. He certainly had had enough paperwork in his last year of work, and certainly didn't need to help them wright a whole dictinary. Atleast, not if he wanted to remain sane.
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The message to the !!elves!!:
"We too wish peace for both are civilization. We are the Golems of Al'Qwat...
((Basically, they right down something similar to all the information I have already posted about golems...))
"We hope to be able to meet you face to face someday, and we also hope that our civilizations may grow and prosper together in peace and harmony."((The message is sent with great care, so that the beauty of it rivals that of the !!elves!! message and maybe surpasses it (after all, golems DID invent it and thus know better than anyone else about the code) but in the usual golem way, it is sent a bit slowly, about one third speed of that of the !!elves!!))
Now when we have our formal alliance we can talk in a less formal manner, I am Ilecaaye, master designer of this city, and I have some great plans betwen us alredy!
But first you must certainly have some questions..."
((My version: they talk for a long time every night and both civilizations get to know everything about the other (the stuff before was just a few hours summary) plans are made and such, maybe Ilecaaye get to talk whit someone other than Abro.))
((The reasons for the spendings being beautiful was not great care, but higher tech combined whit artefact sender and artefact software resulting from the citywide fey mood before.))
((If someone have been wondering the whole procedure of sending and receiving is done by automated machines, Ilecaaye is sitting far down in Ariquemera or in his residence on top of the tower and using what basically works like a DOS IRC client.))
Any objections against conquering them completely without much loss ?
I could go after the Koneko and the Pringers could whipe out the Drogar (for iron ore or something))
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Originally posted by Istrian:
<STRONG>((Wait a sec, wasn't turn 27 declared a while ago. I mean he declared turn 27 twice. Once page 36 and once again page 37. So it should be turn 28 now.))</STRONG>
EDIT: I just noticed you were right, but it's page 35 and page 36
it really is turn 28 - summer now
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Akroma: Larika has been interacting with the vulpinans of Aveceleba for more than a year now. That assertion would raise suspicions at the very least. Fortunatly for you, I'm pretty sure she did not reveal exactly what happened when the Tengu captured her.
As for the east, I have no objections to you attacking and subjugating the Drogar. I feel that Galguth will not be returning. The Koneko I feel significanly more reserved towards, as CaptainBlood did indicate that he will return to pick them up eventually. As for now, lets put his pieces to the side.
Nhipanter: I removed the small v's because they served little purpose beyond marking the trade route. It is fairly safe to assume that small bands of merchants are constantly travelling along any roads between any settlements or village size or larger. So long as the settlements contain a sizable number of vulpi.
Poltifar: due to the speed increase that comes with roads, I would highly recommend making it look continuous. If nothing else for asthetics. Diagonal movement still costs the same as horizonal movement in any case.
Armok: You are forgetting the moderatly strong alliance between the Dracons and Vulpi that already exists. That alliance is much stronger than my political stance towards the Ipetians (who none of my citizens have even met yet!).))
'He reminds me of a merchant' Merceli thought as he trailed the group of twelve on their way back towards the capital, his fingers running down the edge of his bow as he watched the tengu slowly pick their way through the terrain behind their vulpinan guides. The tengu lacked grace in the forest, their ability to fly hampered by the thick canopy of branches overhead and the dense foliage below. 'That wreched self-importance, and a mask of honor over a dark personality. Even if they did not start the war, they chose to escalate it. That in and of itself speaks bounds about them. Either way, I do not see them hiding any number of their kind in the forest for any length of time sucessfully at any rate. It doesn't add up.'
With careful conideration Merceli thought about his last visit to Aveceleba, nearly a year before. Back then there had been word of a stranger rescued along a trade route. He had not met her, but rumors had abounded that her people lived to the south and had for some time. It wasn't enough to imply the Tengu had been the agressors in the fight... but some things did not add up in the Hunter's mind.
'It doesn't matter, my concern is watching out for my squad' Merceli interjected roughly, focusing his eyes back on the party as they travelled northward towards Aveceleba.
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After a short time the trees began to thin, the river becoming straighter and more uniform as a palisade wall rose ahead. Along it dozens of vulpinan carpenter's walked back and forth, thick logs across their backs as they reinforced and raised the wall. As the patrol passed through the gatehouse, a running loped ahead, racing through the streets to announce the arrival of the Tengu while the others.
The patrol captain led the Tengu delegation through the city, the group of them drawing a multitude stares as they passed down the main boulivard that straddled the river. Within an hour they reached the palace, a magnificant... almost delicate structure that straddled the river itself, with wide supports that held it above the bustling marketplace below. With a careful pace the group walked along the wide path that spiraled around the tall banks of the river, leading to the entrance of the palace itself.
When they arrived at the palace, the gates were already lowered, a group of seven vulpinan's standing across the wooden gatehouse, watching the arriving diplomat with a cool expression. Their leader took a breath and greeted the diplomat, "Welcome to Aveceleba, please come in. Your arrival is unexpected, but not unwelcome."
Had to say that... i cant wait to see your vulpinans reaction.
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Originally posted by Nhiphanter:
<STRONG>OOC: Remember Jamini that Hrafn is very near lilabeleca and his not so stealthy group has been probably spotted by now.Had to say that... i cant wait to see your vulpinans reaction.</STRONG>
((I was under the impression that they were mostly staying out of sight. Three giants may be overlooked unless they arrive at the gates. Unless you are not making any effort to hide at all?))
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Originally posted by Jamini:
<STRONG>((I was under the impression that they were mostly staying out of sight. Three giants may be overlooked unless they arrive at the gates. Unless you are not making any effort to hide at all?))</STRONG>
OOC: They were staying out of sight until they would reach Lilabeleca. And there's 21 giants. Hrafn and his bodyguard of Elites from the castle. Check up my earlier post on page 21 if you want a description of them.
- There will be taxed trading between our people. The trading will be free and our civilian merchants will trade amongst each other as well as our governments. The taxes will include 5% for each side, depending on who is to initiate the trade.
- There is a permanent peace between our nations. All hostile actions are prohibited. Should a Tengu do wrong to a Vulpian, or a Vulpian wrong to a Tengu, the wrongdoer will be handed to the damaged side to be judged according to their laws.
- Should one of our nations have war forced upon them, the other side is oblieged to send troops to aid.
- Should one of our nations force war upon a third party, the other side is not oblieged to help the conquering army during an attack. Should the attack fail however, the other side is oblieged to send troops and defend the borders of their ally.
After the diplomat read the agreement, the merchant raised his voice, reading a list of possible trade goods.
((We will simply assume the trading of +stone mugs+ and the like takes place on civil level and needs no RP. This list only includes things that are of actual interest))
- Tengu weaponry and armor, of finest quality. Not enchanted
- Tengu staffs, enchanted. Useless without knowledge on how to use the magic.
- Hauchiwa fans, enchanted. May be used without knowledge on how the magic works, but cannot be reproduced.
- Enchantments on Vulpian structures on weaponry, various effects
- The secret of earth magic, coming in 2 levels. Level one is required for the staffs, level two is far more powerful and useful, may be used to enchant other staffs
- The secret of wind magic, coming in 3 levels. Level on just amplifies the effect of the Hauchiwa, level 2 is like earth magic level 2, level 3 includes the secret of flight. The secret of flight might be useless for the Vulpians, but you don't know unless you try
- Maps of the south
- Services, such as air-delivery and transport
- Other (please specifiy)
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Prices will be discussed on request. Ware on ware trade only, so please make a list on things you offer for a trade. The secrets of magic are very expensive, you might not be able to afford them.
Firstly your trade tax. We are no stranger to tariffs and taxes, but many vulpinan's livelyhood is based on trade. A tax of 5% would never be approved by the merchant houses of the vulpi, and I would be laughed at for even suggesting it. You will find few vulpi willing to trade where they cannot get the full value for their goods, especially if you consider the cost of transport.
While you offer peace to our people, you speak of your own as conquerers of the south. While you prohibit all hostile actions, your definition of doing wrong between our races is undefined. Especially considerng that each of our cities may very well have it's own laws and customs. Rather than leave this a nebulous idea of justice, I would prefer that each of our kind be treated as a full citizen of the other's land while on their soil. Subject to the laws of the land. Thusly, a Tengu or Vulpin who assails another in Tengu land is subject to the Tengu laws on assault, while should he do it in vulpinan territory he would be subjugated to the local vulpi law, and vice versa.
As for the tenants on war. We vulpi are not a military nation. We will gladly help our allies should they be attacked, for a price, but a mandatory obligation would be detrimental to the autonomy of our lords and princes."
With a wary look the high lord scanned the face of Karasu, watching his reaction to the counter-offer carefully.
"As for trade, I can easily offer to trade maps of the Lathmaile river and it's surrounding area in exchange for maps of the southern continent. Indeed, our best cartographer recently left to expand our knowlage of the world once again just a few months ago.
As for the others, looking over your offers I find that the majority of them stem from your magical knowlage. Thusly, I offer the following in exchange for your magic:
For the the first level of earth magic we offer our medics for your armies. In a ratio of one for every thirty tengu soldiers. These men and women are highly skilled in the healing arts, and with the proper materials are able to halve recovery time for the injured and rescue many more from near death. Every medic will be accmpanied by two nurses, and a vulpinan wagon of medical supplies.
For the second level of earth magic, we offer to train voulenteers of your kind in the arts of medicine. Knowlage of where and how to harvest the best herbs for healing, and how to apply them to best effect. With this knowlage, much like the knowlage you offer us, you will be able to produce your own doctors and medics in time and prevent a number of deaths that currently you cannot.
For the first level of wind magic we offer poisons. Substances that can paralyze for hours on the merest scratch, or cause suffication when inhaled, or simply causes the target to drop dead where they fall. Quick-acting, Slow-acting, Long-lasting, whichever you prefer and more.
For the second level of wind magic, we offer the knowlage of how to make and improve these. A single skilled herbalist can produce enough poison to quickly turn the tide of battle in your favor, turning every scratch into a foe-felling blow.
So, what say you the ear and mouth of Mandara?"
I would be glad if the Koneko were left alone until CaptainBlood comes back, or until someone takes over their civ.
I should probably mention that in the event of a war against the Koneko, the Thelash are going to defend them for 3 reasons :
- there is a Thelash embassador among the Koneko
- two gems containing Thelash souls were given to the Koneko, and such gifts are very precious to the Thelash
- the Thelash like cats.))
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"With deep regrets I must inform you that I do not have the authority to change details of the agreement, nor am I allowed to come back without a solution. So instead, I invite you, or your representative to come and visit the Pagoda of Murakami. there we will hopefully find a compromise.
As for your interest in our magic, we are not interested in your healers as long as there is no contract between our nations. The force of the divine mother is a weapon we will not grant to someone who might not be our ally.
However, we will accept your offer for the manipulation of wind.
Let me introduce you to Tomoe, priest of the one and only godess. He is masterful in the use of magic, and will stay here, as your teacher for as long as it takes to teach you the level of magic you seek, along with 3 Hauchiwa fans, which are needed as a tool for channeling the magic. The magic includes the secret on how to produce them, but I fear with the local plants everything you could produce would be mere substitutes. For a variant strong enough to have any effect, you will need the leaves of the hauchiwa trees, which can only be found on the southern continent.
For this trade we demand samples of all poisons you mentioned as well as those you didn't mention, together with a teacher of the art of herbalism."
After teh diplomat stopped speaking, Tomoe, a Tengu of old age stepped forward, dressed in the traditional garb of the Tengu priests, a wide red skirt and a white hakama.
"I am Tomoe, it is a pleasure to meet you."
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((I will explain how to use the wind magic in turn 29. In turn 30, you should be able to use the low level magic, on turn 31-32 you should be able to use the second level to some extend. Of course, it will never reach the same niveu as the original Tengu magic, you are lacking the spheres for that, but with some creativity, it should prove extremely useful))
((Ok, I will leave the Koneko alone, but the Drogar will be devastated))
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
~Romilath~
The winds raged, swirling around the palace at Romilath as they whipped the water in the nearby bay into
a frenzy. With a decided crash the spray of water was sent flying high into the air, settling a vast mist across the low
brackish waters of the river. Knifing through the rain a red-scaled dracon flew, his wings throwing off curatins of water as the wind chilled his soaked toga. At his side a small hand crossbow tumped gently, the string that normally would propel a bolt severl meters unstrung in the rain. As the white-lined palace came into view the messanger swooped down and landed at the gatehouse.
The lone guard at the entrance to the palace started as the red Dracon swooped out of the mist, it's low
voice causing vibrations in the water that was pooled on his steel cap "I am here to with a message for the lord of this town."
At once he readied lifted his crossbow, pointing it at the Dracon. "Lord Kireal wishes not to be disturbed. He has pushed forward his evening schedule in light of this heavy rain and it would be unwise to meet with him."
The Dracon frowned, his voice insistant as he shifted uncomfortably in the rain. "I have a message from Commander Silvak. It is important it be received immedeatly"
The guard sneered slightly at the mention of Sivak's name, adjusting his positioning as the rain shifted in direction. "That old impotent lizard? What does he want now. Give me the message and I can relay it to him, in due time."
At once the messenger began to look angry at the disrespect of his leader, a gutteral roar creeping into his voice "It is an oral message, I am to deliver it to your leader and your leader only!"
"Then you will have to wait. Unless you wish to deliver it to his newest mistress as well. Go to the tavern and get a drink with the other petitioners, when the lord is good and ready he will meet with you there. Not a moment before." snidely the rude guard added, "Although I suppose you wouldn't mind so much, your people are quite the voyers after all."
His temper subsiding silghtly, the dracon calmly looks up at the palace and studys it casually. "Nice structure your people built here? Am I safe to assume that is the lords room up there?" He calmly points to a balcony near the top of the building.
"Er..." the guard hesitated, remembering that the Dracons could fly, "Yes, but going up there on your own really is not a good idea. I'm not making light of my lords foibles, interrupting him right now is not a good idea.
The dracon spread his wings in preparation to take off but after the guards final warning he decided against it. He didn't want to learn anything new today. "Actually forget it, it's too dreary for this stuff. Know a good bar? I assume dracon coin is good here as long as I pay the tax."
"Indeed" the guard said, lightening slightly, "Your coin is as good as any, but really you would do better to go to the dracon moneychanger first and trade it in for gold value. The tax on dracon coin is so high that it's really isn't worth it to have any here in Romilath, unfortunately. My wife and I were thinking of heading to Letotar for a vacation before the tax was created, but the exchange rate is so bad for Dracon coin we decided against it, less we lose out on a good deal of money when we returned."
"My money is all govenrment funded for travel expenses, if I don't spend it I have to give it back anyway." he flapped his wings once to throw off some water subcounciously. "When about do you think I could speak to the leader? Tomorrow? Sunup?"
"I can't tell you because I do not know. Kireal is a busy man. Your best bet would be to talk to one of his aides in town" the guard replied, raising his hand to his face to cover it as another gale sent a fresh wave of water over both creatures.
"Allright." the dracon waved and turned around, after a moment of waiting for the wind to calm down he leaped into the air and flew towards the bars.
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~Sunrise, the next day. The Lathmaile River~
Kara stretched out, enjoying the muted light of the rising sun behind the heavily overcast clouds as the edge of the western watergate of Romilth approached. After enjoying the pull of her muscles as she finished the strech, she turned back towards her sleeping companions.
The night had been difficult, the storm had made the water choppy and for a time they had been forced to erect a thick leather tarp to ward off the pouring rain. So exhaused they had been, after fighting at many points to keep the raft from capsizing and keeping the tiller steady, that every one of them had passed out from exhaustion, leaving the boat to drift downstream on it's own. Indeed, the calm river seemed almost safe after that night.
She smiled as she saw little Iten curled up against Eoris' back, and reached forward to stroke his head
when the dracon awoke. Erois yawned and looked like he was about to get up and stretch but felt Iten and slowly moved his
pillow over to keep the child comfortable, his movements not unlike a skilled tomb raider. A moment later he got up and streched replying, "morning. How much longer?"
Kara pointed downstream with a hindpaw as she crouched down to check the sleeping toddler, ensuring that he had
weathered the storm well. The heat of Eoris' special furs had kept him quite warm and dry she noted with a pleasure,
thinking in the back of her mind that she really must some day ask him where the dracon's got it. "We are at the watergates. Everything is quiet right now because it's morning, but the gates should be open since the vulpinan's here have no reason to shut them."
"Then why can't I see through them?" he asked groggily, pointing towards the closed gates. His face turned into the warm sunlight.
"Er..." Kara replied, swiftly turning around and freezing as the boat began to speed up in the current, "Well...um.." Before her the gates swiftly began to loom larger.
Erois suddenly noticed the trouble like a person waking up to notice the house on fire. As the current began to increase the dracon took wing, grabbing the anchor in his claws and leaping off the back of the boat so that he could hurl the heavy stone object overboard.
At once the boat jerked to a stop as the anchor Eoris threw slammed into the muddy bottom of the river, jolting
Larika and Iten out of their beds with a cry and a shout. Karaman felt her nails dig into the boat as inertia attempted to
haul her overboard as well. Quickly recovering, Kara scooped up Iten to calm him and looked at Eoris respectfully, "Er... thank you" She said as the boat swung in the current. On the other side of the boat the voice of the Valtan rose in the morning light, "No wha' was that?"
Landing expertly, Erois calmly replied, "It wasn 't much, we just had to stop and it was a bit more suddenly than I
expected."
Kara shook her head and quickly hauled a rope out of one of the many compartments around the ship, "That's not right, the gaets should be open at all times unless Romilath is expecting to be attacked... why are they shut?"
Erois scratched the back of his head, freeing an old scale that quickly tumbled down to the decking of the bolt. For a moment he studied the gate. "Maybe they are performing maintenence?"
"I don' see any maintainance crew" Larika commented while Kara quickly tied an end of the rope to a ring on the prow, "No, I don't think that's it." she said nervously, offering the other end of the rope to Eoris. "Could you fly this to the east shore and help pull the boat across? I'll use the tiller to guide us over while Larika can hoist the Anchor. We'll set the boat here and walk the rest of the way."
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~The Palace Gates~
The frusterated voice of the dracon messenger pierced the morning light as he argued his litany for the fourth time that morning. "Look, I came by last night. I don't mind waiting a day because I am a little ahead of scheduel
but I need to see your leader. He can't possibly be buzy for 12 straight hours."
Overnight the guard detail on the gates had tripled in size, the three vulpinan's clad entirely in well-worked steel looked at each other in amusement as the red-scaled messenger tried to explain he was on official business. With a smirk the lead guard answered, "Did you try his aide in the city? Lord Kireal isn't taking visitors right now without an appointment."
"I asked around for the aide but was told he is in the palace. Look, you guys won't let me in the front door right?"
"Against orders." The lead guard replied, "Last night a new decree came out that only Vulpinan citizens may enter the palace, enforceable by a max of three months in prison for any culprit who attempts to break it."
"Holm's scales1" the dracon swore considering the balcony again. "Can I at least see the aide then? Surely he isn't too buzy." This message is time sensitive, and if it dosn't get to where it is supposed to go by the time somebody important gets here there will be hell to pay."
The guard hesitated for a moment, considering, "Sure, I can send someone to get the aide. But we really don't know exactly where she is so it may be some time." Behind him one of the two crossbowmen muttered mirthfully to his companion, "She's probably as *busy* as he is." he said as he lightly slugged his friend in the shoulder.
"Thank you" the messenger said, forcing a smile.
Time passed slowly as the clouds shifted over the palace, after nearly an hour of such Karaman, Eoris, and Larika rounded a corner, earning a few stares as they passed. "Ta man at the tavern said it was this way right?" The Valten said for the fifth time disbelievingly, glancing up and down the street, "You're sure this 'ent another false direction Erois?"
"Well thats what he said. he said take a right at the first food stall." Nevermind the fact that they passed three or food stalls selling corn and other such things he didn't quite recognise as food.
"I've never known a Dracon to lie to a stranger." Kara said offhandedly as she idlely looked at a nearby fish shop. "At the very least I would trust one far easier than I would trust one of Kireal's men, after some of the things I've heard in the tavern... Ah, there it is!" She pointed towards the large, opulant building not far away, with the
frusterated diplomat standing outside.
At once Erois recognised the diplomat from one of the scout squads. "Hey! Valigor! what are you doing so
far south? I thought you were part of the northern patrol." he said racubg ahead to greet his friend. Valigor looked
up at the sound of the old dracon and cheered up. "Hey Erois, ya old coot! I'm part of the messengers now. Though I'm beginning to think these mammals are too frisky for their own good."
Larika reddened at that comment while Karaman's ears went flat against her skull in embaressment, their
voices twining together in a startling "What?!"
Valigor jumped almost a foot in suprise, finally noticing the other two. "My apologies, I'm a bit exasperated by the runaround I've been getting here." he made a little laugh to try to ignore his mistake.
"A runaruond eh?" Kara said with a glint in her eyes. "Let's see about that..." Without hesitation the vulpin walked up to the gate, the look in her eyes immediatly curbing the laughter of the two remaining guards with a fierce stare "Where is your commander?"
The first guard, the one who had addressed Valigor, stood up and gave Kara a calculating look, "Mad'am, I'm sorry. Can I help you?"
The vulpinan woman withdrew a scroll from her pack, one sealed with an signet in red
wax. "Do you recognize this?"
The Guard looked at the scroll carefully, a shiver of uncertainty creeping into his voice, "That's a seal from Aveceleba...
yes, what about it?"
"This is an important document from the capital to Kireal, concerning illegal dealings between the merchants guild and the Romilathian military. I am under direct orders by the council of lords themselves to investigate this manner, and any person caught obstructing this investigation is to be jailed, flogged, and clapped in stocks for six months. So I'll repeat myself, "Where is your commander!"
The guard began to shake, his handpaw reaching for the scroll, "H-he is not in. May I take it to him for you?" he asked meekly.
Kara slapped his hand away, shaking her head. "No, this is for the eyes of lord Kireal only. I'm under orders not to give this to anyone, especially not the military asthey may very well the ones being investigated. Now, if your commander is not here then WHO is in charge at this gate?"
Behind them Valigor wispered to Erois, "Sounds like we might be here about the same thing. I'm here to deliver a message from the commander about goods that were seized." Stuttering, the guard felt his crossbow hit the ground behind him as he turned around, his companion already having vacated the room, "Um... me, Ma'am"
With a hard glance Kara stared him down, her eyes locking into his with a fury that few people ever saw in a vulpinan, "Then will you, acting commander, open this gate? Or subject yourself to investigation of the chargest laid out in this scroll?" Very quickly the guardsman began to pull at the mechanisms the covered the gate, leaving the tollbooth and saluting as Karaman passed, the two Dracons and Valten in tow. "I apologize for my rudeness Ma'am, do you need a guide for the palace?" With a wink towards Erois and Valigor Kara smiled, "Thank you... private" she said, carefully reading his rank, "That will not be neccecary. Please resume your post." Within a few moments the party had passed out of earshot.
Valigor was impressed "Wow I wish I woulda thought to do something like that." Then to karaman "I'm guessing we are here regarding the same thing. I'm supposed to be delivering a warning of the Commander's visit in regards to the high tax and seizing of goods. You?"
"I'm here on a rumor" Karaman said, tossing the scroll over to Valigor, "That and Kireal is late in replying to Aveceleba's request for troops. Go ahead and read it."
Valigor's eyes widened as he recognized a map not unlike those he had seen being sold in Muitheru. At once he read through it, noting a few newer marks to the west and south that he had not previously seen.[
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~Kireals Chambers~
Lord Kireal sat in his favorite chair facing the balcony, mulling over his plans for the day in frustration. The Dracon messenger would mean only one this, at least this early, their leadership had received word of his caravan seizing and had sent a messenger to get him to stop. "Bah, pointless" he murmured to himself, as he sipped at his wine irritably. He would need to start seizing entire wagons and taking prisoners in order to stop word from getting back. Indeed, that messenger would need to be silenced too if he was to have any chance for independence.
A knock on the door behind him broke him out of his reverie. It must have been his aide, come early for some time alone with him. With a whimsical sway of his glass he considered replacing her. She was competent as a lover, but her secretary skills had been faltering of late. Plus she had been appraching him in a stranger and stranger manner recently, and now coming in the middle of the day?
"Come in" he called out to her, downing the last of the wine and placing the cup on the low table in front of him.
Outside, Karaman pushed open the door and the group walked up with her as lord Kireal spoke, "It's about time Umai, I need an order for the arrest of any Dracon found outside of their wagons in the merchants orders. There is a new curfew starting at sundown I'd like to have in effect by tonight. Once we do that, nobody will notice when our soldiers lead the others away to our holding cells."
The sound of a sword being unsheathed was the next sound as Erois drew his sword in anger "What exactly are you trying to pull?!" The Dracon said loudly.
Kireal jumped out of his chair, fear on his face as he backed towards the balcony, drawing the rapier that he had strapped to his waist "More assassins? This time four of you in daylight? I thought you learned last time I killed your ilk!"
"You think I am an assassin? We don't resort to dirty tricks like you are." Erois slowly walks into the room, with Valigor beside him. Valigor was unarmed but he was in what looked like a trained martial arts stance.
"Ha, any fool could see through that bluff. Two assassins attacked me last month, local citizens. They
had a good amount of gold in their pockets, which I can only assume is from your merchants. And now, now you come to my room
armed." Kireal replied, brandishing his rapier, "Guards! Hurry here!" he called out as he rose the blade, ready to foul up
and intercept any blow.
Quite suddenly the lord stumbled backward as a heavy book hit his chest from the side, knocking the wind out of him with
a powerful whoosh of air. "That's quite enough, Settler Kireal." Kara said as she drew her bow, "I remember you now, Six years ago when we first arrived. You were a craftsman back then. A stonecrafter no? Back when Aveceleba was first founded and our people began to flee into this world? The one who belived in honesty and fair debate" Kara shook her head disdainfully, "What happened to you?"
The point of Kireal's rapier swayed as Karaman's words hit home, his voice quivered as he called back, "You... you can't understand. You were not here when we founded Romilath, to face the hardships we did. We needed a strong guiding hand to endure the hardships we faced here. While you were fraternizing with dragons and getting knocked up by some nameless bastard, I was here fighting for my very survival. Don't think we don't know about your demons Kara." While Kireal spoke, Valigor carefully snuck around behind him. All around the footsteps of heavily armored gaurds drew near to the shout of the high lord. With a flourish Kireal stepped forward, his rapier forming a sharp point at Karaman's heart. "You are NOT one of us!"
Before he could thrust, Valigor lunged at Kireal from behind, a brush of his hand disarming the lord. At the door Erois turned and set his worn shortsword to cover it.Kireal fell forward as his rapier was wretched from his grip, landing hard on his knees.
Felipe: With a snarl the vulpin lord quickly regaining his feet, his face a twisted mask of anger "Even now word of your child, blessed by a demon of blood dooms us all! Neither of your should live!" With a jerk Kireal reached into his robes, withdrawing a dagger that glistened with poison from a hidden holster and lunged forward, using the floor to propel himself towards Kara, and Iten with frightening speed.
Behind him Valigor rushed afterwords, knowing at once that he would not reach Kireal before he struck. However, it was then that Larika crashed into Kireal's side and quickly immobilized the hand with the dagger.The two of them fell in a tangle with each other on the floor, a spray of blood and fur erupting from Larika as Kireals hindpaws began to dig viciously into her stomach in an effort to throw her off.Larika rolled and threw Kireal off of her, standing warily and eyeing the two guards. behind her Valigor jumped in to the melee, and quickly placed Kireal into a makeshift submission hold.
A second later Kara broke from her hesitiation, lunging foward with her bow and slamming it down on the hand that held the weapon, breaking it and causing the glistening dagger to spin away into a nearby corner. Just as a pair of gaurds opened the door, their faces as hard as the steel rapiers they carried. Erois moves to impose himself between the guards and the fight. "Kireal is being placed under arrest, don't interfere."
The lead guard looked at Erois quizzically (that's a wierd word!), before drawing his own rapier. "Stand aside Dracon. Kireal is the lord of this fortress.
In response Erois readied his weapon, flat of the blade forward. calling back to Karaman "Kara If you have any official documents handy we could probably use them." while behind him larika carefully stood and picked up the discarded dagger, holding it at ready.
Breathless, Karaman called out to the gaurds in the old tounge. "Ni edinu, ade de irive ne. Ira de amaeta". At once the guard in the back to draw his own sword and pointed it at the back of his companion. "You heard her Roi, withdraw." the first guard hestitated for a moment, and then sheathed his sword and nodded his head in the customary response, "Domokud, Tali Karaman"
With a prompt from Kara, Valigor released Kireal slowly, ready to grab him again if he made any agressive moves. Behind Erois sheathed his sword and picked up the discarded rapier. At once Kireal fell forward onto his knees, his left handpaw clutching the right in agony as kara stared down at him. With a disdainful look the explorer reached forward and clutched his shoulder, her face hard as she said, "Kireal. By the power vested in me by the original seven, and by Vime, our god. I take control of your settlement." releasing the ex-lord, she looked at the door "Erois, let the guards in. They are to escort the prisoner to his dungeons as my first order, and are to free any dracon detainees as my second."
His face a mask of tears, Kireal was left his office in the custody of the two guards. As soon as the three were out of sight Kara slumped backwards, her shoulders low. "Well... that could have went better." she said wryly, looking at the spatter of blood that decorated the floor.
Erois added "Could have been worse.I'm not as young as I used to be, I may not have been able to beat him."
"Still.. I'd almost rather be in chains than running a town." Kara replied warily, reaching into her harness and withdrawing a vial of coagulant. Handing it to Larika with a deft motion. "Thank you... for that save, by the way."
"Eh, it weren't nothin', " The Valtan replied, uncorking the vial and gently rubbing the fluid into the deep scratches across her belly.
Valigor suddenly thought of something. "Ya know I never did deliver my message..."
"Your message?" Kara asked with curiosity, "The one for the leader of Romilath?"
"Yea, though it may be mostly irrelavent now. It was a demand for a reduction of the exorberant tax and return of the stolen goods. Commander Silvak is on his way personally to see that it is done.
"Oh... well it will certainly be done!" Kara replied hastily, thinking carefully, "however..." her eyes wandered towards the brand-new steel rapier in Erois' grip, "I'm not certain that returning them will be physically possible or desireable for either of us however."
"Yea, seems he buffed his military as of late. I was here for two days and the guard tripled in that time." Valigor said. Oh well, silvaks pretty reasonable. I'm sure he won't mind much now."
"I will need time to look over the stockpile records of Romilath, as well as a complete inventory of the siezed goods before we can know exactly how much the vulpi owe the dracons." Kara said in a businesslike manner "However, once Silvak arrives to help me quash out the finer details I can assure you that as acting leader of Romilath I intend to repay your people in full."
My Internet went down and i now use the Computer of my Parents so im not as fast as on other days.)
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- Karatomca district Almeftikbo -
"Hail to the Vulpians. Cenna hadnt said that you are coming please move your Boats to the Traderraft. Leam our Highpriest will talk to you as soon as possible."
(The traderraft and a Big houseship would be moved 300 Metres down the river. Its the sort of security measure Leam had intended by trading with Vulpians.)
- on the Traderaft - Leam and Cenna -
"Yes sure but please leave all your bags and weapons here. We would send a Guard with you for your own security. Anyway i would be honored if i could have a dinner with you at our Temple."
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Turn 27/28
My Roadworkers are moving in the New settlement of the ipetians and stay there if they are allowed to. 5 of this Raodworkers confert to Fenneth by including him in the Pantheon of the Roshani.
Stretiaslu becomes a Village.
As stated before 3 Golemoid Warhawks are moved to Irumathra 5 to Almeftikbo and 4 Ramin in Karatomca. The amount of guards at Almeftikbo is doubled because of Vulpians and theyr tendency for stealing things (I know they wouldnt but Leam believes that.)
Aris is now educated in using of Glyphs and is starting to train 4 for other Roshani in this Art including her brother Peris.
Ter is working on a Glyph only Warhawk but this would take another 2 turns.
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"My place is here." The high lord said simply, shaking his head, "However, a fitting compromise on where we can meet can stand. Let us construct a neutral meeing ground for our leaders in the burnt-out forest of our lands. It can be both a memorial to mourn your dead and the destruction of our home, as well as an asylum for those who would seek refuge from the elements of the wild. To give you a sign of our word, I send will send Yori the mechanic in my stead. He is a seated lord on this council and his word carries as much weight as my own, if not more some times." The old vulpin grinned, "If things work out nicely enough, perhaps we could expand our trade still further.
As for your priest, I welcome him. Our quartermistress will find him a place to stay, as well as some of the unemployed who may wish to learn your magic. He will be paid by the parents of his students in vulpi, and should want for nothing as long as his lessons provide good.
As you wish, in exchange we will send one of our three trained herbalists, Jolimar. As well as a small sample of each poison, a dose enough to fell a horse. the poisons included will be the poison of Paralysis, Weakness, Blindness, and Death."
To the side an elderly vulpin woman stepped forward and bowed to Tomoe, offering a handpaw "If you will come with me sir, I will see you to your room. By tomorrow, I can show you a list of vulpinan's who may be interested in learning from you and we can go talk with them and..." her voice faded into the distance as she led the priest away.
((Jolimar will explain on-route that there are two final poisons, Feeblemind, and Insanity, are not stable enough to make such a trip and can only be created within a broadleaf forest or marsh. He will make them if he can get supplies however))
"Cenna? Cenna is here?" The face of the merchant's leader registered shock as he recognized the name, "Graed said cenna left his party before he reached Karamotica! What is she doing here?"
Behind him the other five vulpi began to murmer slightly, the three guards arguing with the two remaining merchants. A moment later they divided up, the guards remaining with the merchandise with a wary look while the merchants walked forward with the delegation.
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20 Minutes later.
"Lord Leam here are some vulpians who want to meet Cenna." said the Gateguard.
"Well shes still in here so they can come in."
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The poison part isnt that evil atleast 2 Races and and my airforces cant be poisened and i dont think that each poison works on each race.)
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I leave Leams reactions for his meeting to you Jamini because i cant use this Pc any longer but im back tomorow with my own Computer.
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With a decided shove the old hunter sent his sparring partner flying, the young female giving a squeak of suprise as she tumbled in the loose sand and fell heavily to the ground. At once she was up, the spear raised between her and Raom once again, her arm slightly bloody from the hard fall.
"Enough, rest!" Raom called out, spotting his aide as she bobbed along the edge of the barracks, waving her forearms to get his attention. At his call all of the sparring soldiers broke apart and helped one another up, exhanging pats on the back and cheery catcalls.
Hobbling over while nursing the bruise that was forming behind the shield, Raom nodded to the aide. "What is it?"
"Giants, twenty-one of them sir. They were spotted by the sentries a few moments ago." She replied nervously, "They are armed."
Raom's face became grave, a pale expressionless mask. "And Hjolf has not had the time to get back to the settlement, correct?"
"Yes sir, even if he ran the entire way he couldn't be more than halfway by now." the aide replied wincing.
"Well then, go find a medic and tell them to be on standby." Turning to the mob that was in the barracks he called out, "All right you mangy fur-bags! We've got hostiles on the edge of our lands. Get your gear quickly! Bowmen, hurry to the herbalists and get their new poisons, this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes to get to the gates, the lot of you." With a fierce call Raom pounded his fist into the sand, sending a spray into the air, "You are dismissed!"
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A short time later the militia of Liliaceleba was ready, filtering through the forest as stealthily as a shadow at twiilght. Numbering twenty-four, all told, hardly they hardly gave a sound as each of them slipped along the dense riverbed.
Within a day, they had reached within clear sight of the giant force. It was there that they paused, six of them visible while the remaining eighteen took cover in the surrounding forest. With a careful gesture Raom hoisted a green flag edged with white over the river, a signal for parley amoung vulpinans ((Cenna may have told them that, had she been asked)). While his remaining men watched.
((Tally of Vulpinan Forces Present
1 - Elite Bowvulpi/Elite Swordvulpi with very high wrestleing skill. (Raom)
3 - Highly Skilled Hunters. (The scouts.)
9 - Decent Archers (They have been training for two turns nearly nonstop.)
12 - Moderatly Skilled Spearvulpi (Recently drafted masons and craftsmen. These guys have spent one turn training and spent another doing hard work building and digging out the moat)
Raom is equipped with masterwork steel equipment.
The hunters are equipped with masterwork wooden bows and leather.
The rest of the archers have bows of varying quality and copper chain.
The Spearvulpi have primarily a mix of copper and wood, their armor is predominantly chain mail.
The hunters have enough paralysis poison to take down a three giants each, as well as exceptional accuracy. The rest of the archers have one dose each, and only a few of them are actually accurate enough to kill on the first hit.
Raom is also equipped with three doses of paralysis poison, and two doses of suffication poison. He is exceptionally accurate with a bow, and deadly in melee with his shortsword. With a little luck he could take on one of the elites in melee, but I doubt he could take two. In melee against a common footsoldier he probably could handle three in a row or two at once, but no more than that. The rest of his soldiers would require 2-3 to take on a single giant, and twice that to take on an elite in melee.))
A joint military task force that is not under the command of any authority exept themselves, a few elite combat golems that will be the crown of !!elven!! technology and be soulforged from the greatest warriors and wisest commanders of the golems. A group of 10 or so golems (and maybe an !!elf!! engineer or two to make repairs handling the materials that require their inherent semi-magic) that will protect both our peoples from all danger and roam the world doing good deeds. These chosen warriors will bow to nobody and be a bound between our peoples as well as the ultimate protection! What do you say!
Golems that will be included: (open to suggestions, but not to many)
(The descriptions are just rudimentary, I will give much more detailed descriptions later)
2 st T.A.C.T. [(Tactical Assault Combat Terestial) (the ones I originally would have named C.A.R.P., I only couldn't currently think of a good name so that's kinda open to suggestion)
A 5m tall humanoid golem for all kinds of combat, has for arms that can turn into weapons and an appearance kinda like an oversized velociraptor whit no tail, frightening and kinda a combat jack-of-all-trades.]
4 S.M.I.L.E. [(Speed Miniature Intelligence Leper Element) (I am horrible at name, come up whit better ones for all of them)
A small spy/infiltration golem, stealthy, also good in hand-to-hand combat. It looks kinda like a millipede or a scorpion or a mantis. Some arthropod in any case. weights maybe 10kg and is normally maybe 1m long and 40cm high, but designed to be able to squeeze thought surprisingly small openings. Extremely fast and can jump very well. Sees infrared.]
1 Cyclops. [Optics-centred golem, has one huge eye that give it it's name, this eye can see very well, can be used for communication at huge distance, and can shot "laser" beams. It looks like a flamingo without a head or those walking tanks from starwars or that ting that I saw in some Halo/Half-life commercial.
It has no arms and no weapon except the laser.]
2 Butterfly [titanium flying golems. Looks like butterflies and made almost exclusively from titanium (the !!elves!! don't have cloth, so that's the only thing light enough) and everything done to make them as light as possible. They are high altitude (Really high, like 40km, 4-5 times the height of mount Everest) communication-relays/spies. Almost the same usages as a satellite. they look really like giant butterflies, weight around 15kg, has a wingspan of 20m and a wing area of 350m^2. They can carry loads (bombs? supplies?) but it naturally limits their altitude, the max load is somewhere around 20kg. They have extremely long-range telescopic vision and some built in equipment for comunication, it can also emit light whit it's wings at will (as long as it is somwhat bluish, and each wing must be one solid colour.) this can be used for camoflague agains blue sky, comunication (a 350m^2 are in the sky shining brightly at night is VERY visible), or even improvised things such as iluminating the ground from low altitudes.
It can however NOT handle bad whether very well, and has a tendency to be blown away by wind, however the whether is always good above the clouds as you know.
It is rather fast even for a flyer.]
3 Coconut [Near-invulnerable tungsten sphere. Small battle golem. Basically a 1m in diameter sphere of tungsten, well, a 15cm thick shell of solid tungsten containing the soul-gem inside yet another sphere made of aluminium that is suspended by lots of springs making it invulnerable to acceleration change (like falling on something hard or such), it has two arms that can be folded perfectly into the body when not used and stubby extremely robust legs that are designed so even IF they break they wont damage the rest of the golem. the tungsten of the outer part of the shell (including outside of the arms as they are folded in) ca 1cm is improved tungsten alloy even more insensitive to heat and hardier.
It is humanoid whit two arms and two legs. The eyes are small and sunken into the shell and made of thick diamond, wide angel kinda like the fish eye looking things you have on doors. It weights ca 140kg.
So, invulnerability is the design.
The fingers are nimble and strong whit opposing thumbs, can be used as an engineer or to use most any tool. They can also dig quite well without tools.
For combat they have knives inside their wrists that fold out X-men wolverine style. Despite the sturdy build they are very fast whit their hands, espetialy in combat.]
1 Mastodont [Basically a HUGE turtle made of iron (because iron and lead is the only materials the elves have this much of.) it is 30m long, 16m wide, 9m high, and weights 60 000kg.
It has 6 pillar-like tree trunk legs, and 2 humanoid arms. Each hand of those arms weight 2 tons, the arms are designed like rams.
The most important thing is however that it is hollow, and the inside contains two floors whit ca 200m^2 of floor are. This space contains stockpiles, a large computer, living quarters for the smaller golems and !!elven!! engineers etc. A mobile field base. It is designed for "extreme of-road" and can climb even vertical cliffs of up to 20m or so or knock a path through dense forest. It is also designed to be watertight and pressureproof so it can walk on the bottom of water masses down to a depth of 500m, however it is prone to run out of oxygen if it contains creatures needing that.]
All of these contains:
Joints that can store energy in springs and so increase speed and strength, especially running, jumping, or punching.
Multiple-zoom precision diamond lenses, usually watertight etc.
A built in computer together whit the soul gem, this will integrate whit them enhancing mathematics, memory, reading optical code messages, and lots of other computer stuff, the computers can also be connected whit other standard Ariquemeran computers, or each other for quick communication or exchange of notes.
Lots of other !!elven!! gizmos and materials.
((like most things I post this took far longer than expected and the deitail of the descriptions are horribly uneven.
These are just ideas, any better Polifar?
I'll hopfully post my turn soon then, but really what they do depend on what Polifar responds to this.
I hope nobody thinks this is TO overpowered.
And before you ask Polifar the C.A.R.P. is not here because it requires magic that the Thelash have.))
(Basically, the !!elves!! make some REALLY good golem bodies, they are then sent to the golems for soulforging them into the ultimate do-gooder adventurer/guardian heroes. A few !!elves!! will accompany them to make sure the souls soulforged into them are really those of great and moral heroes.((just assume there were some fitting souls on stock, I have been planning this since I first heard of your golems.))) ))
Besides, they are unlikely to understand Fibonacci code anyway. After all, they have their own numeration system.))
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 28: (Summer)
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞╗~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲║~~~~~╚W∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲Z⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈» ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 130 !!elves!! (town+hamlet) (+5 since last turn)
In armies/expeditions: 3 !!elves!!
Other: 2 working/travelling between Ariquemera and Efil-inira.
Total: 171 !!elves!!
((Fothacema negotiates whit Dracon.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and talks common quite well by now. (90% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 105m.
“The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 60% complete, building the castle 15% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
Ariquemera: depends on what Polifar answers to my idea, if it’s accepted they built on the golems otherwise they just did generic research and infrastructure I guess..))
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. (Making science 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.)
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞╗~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲║~~~~~╚W∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲=⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲Z⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂⌂♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
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((Just finished reading the three pages from when I was gone. Not much happens board-wise for the Ipetians. However, there are some fairly major internal events which I still have to write. On turn 27, Vriendingang becomes a hamlet, and on turn 28, Zonsopgangziet becomes a village. I promise to have some RP today.))
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Vriendingang - Friend's Gate : W of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise Watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Village
The Golems accept such a proposal. However, they are not a militaristic race, thus no (or few atleast) great warriors have arrisen among them. The new Golems will have to be trained enough before being soulforged then maybe endure special training (something like commando training or somesuch) before entering service. Finally, since Orion Primus, Leader of the Golems of Al'Qwat, is on his way (will be here ounce I right my turn) and since the Golems also like to keep formal documents concerning such agreements, a precise list of agreements containing things such as were the first meeting shall take place, how many golems to be sent, ect... (also golems might like to trade, they like artistic items they can't make themselves, and also they don't know how to make most weapons, like swords and spears and such, so they might trade for them).
((Sorry if the formal agreement thing might make things take longer until they are agreed upon, but the golems like order and precision (and so do I, to some extent)))
Edit: If we want to get the new Golems done perfectly, how about you help me Armok find the tombs of the Golems, we know Heph found some, and the Thelash, thus maybe your !!elves!! have found some in their environment... That way, we might find Golems that are trained in combat, maybe even the Alchemist and Runemaster golems that will help even more in your designs, since your designs rely more heavily on technology, we can add some magic to them :D
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
[ June 12, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
If I messed the map up, I'm terribly sorry. I usually scroll up from the bottom of the last page untill I find a map and quote it for my post. We seem to really be messing the maps up a lot. All we can really do is check our own civs on the recent ones.
Dealing with the civs that may be conquered:
First of all, it nearly impossible to completely take over a race. I believe that the tengu could certainly overun the Koneko (is that right?) and the drogar; there should be some resistors of course. Have someone write a big battle and let the war be over. However, there should be refugee groups that are able to escape the destruction. For RP's sake, we could have them make their way to a refugee accepting civ (*zefies*) and become part of the population. If/when the origionator returns, there would already be people for him to take control of.
I don't mind the drogar being over run easily (The tengu found adamantine and bribed them?), but Captain Blood asked us to take care of the cats while he was gone, and I at least sort of voulenteered. Therefore I feel some responsibility. Especially becase messing with the Koneko entails the Thelash as well, I would have to say that Tengu-koneko war would have to be conducted wih more detail.
We still have some problems with movement IMO:
Force march over roads? I'm assuming that it's just one extra space.
Force march over perfered terrain? " "
Moving one tile that is perfered and one that isn't?
Example, could I move Yankee (Perfered forest) over a forest and then a hill?
Armok, I'm sorry that I don't type the name of the !!elf!!
I know that there was something else . . .
I'm sure that I'll remember later.
Excuse all spelling errors above, I was typing fast so I can do my RP too.
quote:
Originally posted by Poltifar:
<STRONG>IMPOTANT: the forum move starts tomorrow night, I don't think we will be able to post starting tomorrow for a few days, so maybe we should mention something about at which turn we'll stop, and any other matters.</STRONG>
THAT WAS IT! I agree! I worry that something will hapen durring the move, also, I think that a quick break would do most of us good. Even though I spend an alarming amount of time thinking about this, I rarely get around to actually doing my turn :(
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The roading crew continued their construction south. After nearly a year of paving over inhospitable rocks, going over gorges of death, and fighting assorted (minor) monsters, all of the zefies were relatively hardened. Yet, when they saw the giant tower in the distance, they all cheered. As they got closer, it soon became apparent that they were probably the !!elves!!. The zefies decided that they were out of their depth. One of their number, mounted on a trained warthog, rode north to find Yankee. The prince was the only one who should handle an affair like this.
Siegebreak:
Yankee continued to train his forces in the arts of zefie war. The heavy spear, the dash, the sword. The training was going quite well. Although the workouts were becoming a problem. There was a bit of native stone in the area; his soldier became masons and built Siegebreak's walls when they were not training. However, they would soon run out of stone. Yankee had sent a message to Felu, asking the blob to send out a settlement group to look for a suitable quarry sight.
Yankee sighed and glared around his stone office. Something was making him restless. Suddenly, Cedric the engineer busted into the room, "Sire, me and my men have finished your secret road fortification project. Would you like to inspect it?"
Several hours later, Yankee was looking at a pillbox. The road which lead into Siegebreak was a nice, two lane, affair. Just in sight of the city, Cedric had constructed a small stone fort, big enough to house five zefies and having enough arrow slits for 10. The engineers were in the process of laying a small stone wall at the side of the road. It wouldn't matter to infantry, but try to get a wagon to Siegebreak without going past here!
Yankee decided that he needed to establish a comprehensive defense plan with Gouzzi. He ordered the mini-fort to be manned by three zefies. Yankee took up his cape, gathered two of his better trained light troops, and set off for the capital.
Allyaid
Felu had heard the demands from Hopegem for more stone, and had thought that a secondary quarry sight would be a good idea. He was happy to have his thinking confirmed by the message from Yankee. Ten zefies were already headed north. . .
(Allyaid's gpwth is canceled out by the migration.)
Nietzsche was whimpering and muttering, as he always did these days. Riet continued to feel pity for him, and wondered yet again why Fenneth had done this. Yes, Nietzsche had made a grab for power, but he had earned the respect of the people. Yes, he had ignored the messages and kept them hidden, but if Wijnfontein had been established too early, the Giants would have found it. Yes, he had abandoned Riet, but things hadn’t turned out all right? Where was the harm that he had caused? Whom had he hurt? Why had Fenneth done this?
Riet went over to Nietzsche and patted him on the back. Nietzsche merely shivered, and didn’t respond. Riet began to talk to Nietzsche and tell him of the old world. He spoke of his childhood, of his parents, of the war against the Dark Ones. He also spoke of the great peace afterwards, of the blissful time when the Ipetians wandered homeless but happy. He spoke of old stories told, old battles fought, old friends long gone. For hours, he talked to the mad Nietzsche, who sat in silence; hearing, but not listening.
As night began to fall, Riet began to speak less and less, until the two simply sat watching the stars come out. When the last rays of the sun were obscured by the dark gray of the night, Riet stood. “Nietzsche,” he said, “I don’t think that we understand each other any better than before. But perhaps, when your madness has left, things will be different between us. I wish only for friends and comrades, never enemies.” With that, he turned and walked back towards the city. Nietzsche stayed still, until the bliss of dreamless sleep was visited upon him.
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Turn 27:
“Riet, Riet!” The cry came from somewhere to the east. Riet abandoned the hare he had been tracking, and moved quickly to find its source. The speaker was Bericht, an up-and-coming youth, who showed great promise as a runner and tracker. At the moment, though, one would assume that he had never run before, on account of his near exhausted state. “Riet, it’s amazing…no one knows why…you have to come,” he said, gasping for air.
“Hold on now,” cautioned Riet, “You’ll faint if you go on like this. Breathe first, then tell me what’s going on.”
Bericht took a few moments to catch his breath, and exclaimed, “It’s the spring! The Winespring! It’s bubbling! Nobody knows exactly when it started, but now the surface is popping with little bubbles.”
Riet thought about it for a moment, and then remembered. “Bericht, do you know what time of year it is?”
“It’s the second moon of spring, waxing gibbous.”
Riet tried to think. What had the moon been when the spring had formed? He seemed to recall it as being a bright night, so likely the moon had been…full? “Bericht, I want you to run to the west, to Vriendingang. Tell everyone there that they have to be in Wijnfontein in a week’s time. And tell them to bring as much food and drink as they can carry.”
“Right away, sir,” reply the youth, and he got up and galloped off to the west. Riet shook his head; at that pace, the poor boy would collapse ere he was halfway there. Still, his eagerness was uplifting and Riet felt ready for the challenge ahead of him. He galloped back to Wijnfontein to send out other messengers and prepare the people for one huge celebration.
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It was the second full moon of spring, and the entire population of Wijnfontein was assembled. All the Ipetians from the surrounding hamlets had come, and though those far off in Buigend Riet could not be there, they too celebrated in their own homes. At the site of the half-completed temple they gathered, and waited as the sun set in the west.
When the full moon began to rise, a cloud formed above the gathering. Few noticed it, until a bright light came out of its depths, and began to descend on top of the clouds. A few were scared out of their wits, and ran away into the forest. Some cowered in front of it. Others stared at it, unable to move. Only Riet was unaffected. “Don’t you think that’s rather showy?” he whispered, smiling.
At last, the light came to rest above the Winespring, which was now bubbling like water on the boil. Suddenly, the bright luminescence ceased, and the Ipetians rubbed their eyes and tried to adapt to the weaker torchlight. Once the haze had gone, they saw an Ipetian standing knee-deep in the Winespring. In a booming voice, he called out, “Welcome, my friends. I am Fenneth, your host. Tonight, I hold, for you, the biggest shindig this world has ever known. This is the night for celebration. This is the night for happiness. But most of all, this is the night for Revelry!” The people were a little confused, but nevertheless began to cheer; they knew a speech when they heard one.
“But first,” interrupted Fenneth, “there is one small order of business to take care of. I ask for Nietzsche to step forward.” The crowd looked around, and parted to make a way for the madman. Someone quietly pushed him forward. When Nietzsche reached the edge of the spring, he saw Fenneth clearly, and jumped back in shock, surprise, and fear. Fenneth reassured him, “Do not be afraid. I have not come to put another burden on you; rather, I come to lift the one you have.”
Nietzsche slowly stumbled forward, and Fenneth smiled. “There are several reasons why I put you through this torment, most of which you would not understand. However, I can tell you that it was a preparation. Now that you have learned suffering, humility, and wisdom, you are ready for the task which shall be presented you. Your road is long and hard, but now you may know joy along its rout. Now, it is time to remove your curse.”
The god gestured, and a column of wine slowly rose out of the spring. On it sat a wooden goblet, filled to the brim. When it reached waist height, Fenneth grasped the cup in both hands, held it before Nietzsche, and pronounced, “Give strong drink to one who is perishing, and wine to one sorely depressed; When they drink, they will forget their misery, and think no more of their burdens.” Nietzsche took the cup, and looked at Fenneth, who smiled and commanded, “Drink, and be relieved of your knowledge. You need not be troubled anymore.”
Nietzsche drank. When the goblet was emptied, he bent down, filled it from the spring, and drank again. When he bent down for his third refill, Fenneth laughed uproariously. “Glad to see you enjoy it. But let us not keep the others from such a bounty. The celebration begins!” With this, the god thrust his hands upward, and a huge fountain burst forth from the spring, and soared to a height of twenty meters. As it began to rain wine, the Ipetians raised their glasses, which were almost instantly filled. They then proceeded drink and shout in joy.
As the fountain began to settle to a more manageable height, Fenneth call out, “Music, we must have music!” The musicians heard his call, and began to play a fast jig. Dances broke out everywhere, and everyone began to sing, shout, eat, and most of all, drink. Fenneth seemed to be everywhere; he was the wildest one, whooping, hollering, dancing, singing, eating, drinking and flirting with every maiden who passed. So it was, late into the night, and a good time was had by all.
As the party began to wear out, Reit caught sight of Fenneth slipping away into the woods. He intercepted the god, and said to him, “When you healed Nietzsche, you mentioned a task he was going to perform.”
“Indeed I did,” answered the god, smiling.
“Well?” intoned Riet, knowing that Fenneth knew his question.
“How should I know what it is? You’re the one that’s going to give it to him.” With a wink, the god dashed into the woods and disappeared.
Riet stood still for a moment, and found Silis standing with him. “That was your god?” questioned the ambassador, still somewhat in disbelief.
Riet smiled, “Yep; he has his quirks, but overall he’s a good one.”
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It was several weeks after the Dronkenacht, as the great festival was starting to be known as. Everyone had returned home, and a sense of normalcy had come back to Wijnfontein. Work on the temple now continued, and Riet had taken back to his old habit of walking in the early mornings. As he strolled by the reflection pool, he was confronted by Nietzsche. The now-sane Ipetian looked around, and bowed his head.
Taking a deep breath he started: “Riet, I’d like to apologize for acting against you. I…” But his apology was silenced as Riet embraced him.
“You were forgiven a long time ago, my friend.” Tears of joy began to run down both faces, as the two came to terms with one another. As they both let go, Riet looked at his comrade.
“Nietzsche,” he said, “you’re very intelligent, and Fenneth seems to believe you’ve gained wisdom.” Wondering if he was doing the right thing, Riet continued, “So, I’ve decided to put you to completing a task I’ve been putting off for some time now. I want you to be the official ambassador to the Roshanians. You’ll start training with Silis’s men tomorrow. Your team will consist of a group of 10 Ipetians besides yourself. You will leave when Autumn comes. Oh, and we’ll have to get you a messenger pidgin too…”
((There we go; a good two turns worth of RP. In turn 28, not much happens. Nietzsche learns Roshanian customs from Silis and his men, and work on the temple continues.))
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞╗~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((Well, here I am.
Wow, last move before the forum move? I must say, I'm... honored. :)))
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞╗~⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲║~~~~~╚W∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞⌂~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((I look forward to meeting you all again on the new forums ^^))
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣çv ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───Ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Settlements:
Alchemia: 74
(the one in middle of desert, btw its on a low hill tile not desert tile)
- 1 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 (Orion Primus, Guardian of the Seals of the Ancients, Hero)
- 1 Large Steel Golem master miner (Ferrum Animus, Chief of Diggers)
- 1 Glass Golem reinforced with bands of Steel, master glassmaker (Abro Vas, Prince of Prisms)
- 12 Iron Golem miners
- 24 Clay Golems
- 20 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Glass Golems reinforced with bands of bronze, glassmakers
Terra: 80
(the one west of desert)
- 20 Iron Golem miners
- 30 Clay Golems
- 15 Copper Golem engineers
- 15 Bauxite Golem smiths
Altus Tumulosus: 45
(settlement NE of Terra)
- 10 Iron Golem miners
- 25 Clay Golems
- 10 Copper Golem engineers
Eterna: 27
(east of desert)
- 5 Iron Golem miners
- 10 Clay Golems
- 12 Copper Golem engineers
Nova: 16
(SE of desert)
- 9 Iron Golem miners
- 3 Clay Golems
- 4 Copper Golem engineers
((Armok, lets keep the negotiations for after new forum is up))
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
Hrafn walked forwards, in to the full sight of the vulpinans. Noting the flag raised, which was obviously a flag requesting parlay. These things were expecting them to attack he thought, slightly amused. Raising his plated fist in greeting, he shouted to the vulpinans.
"Greetings! I wish to talk to your leader, whoever he might be! I must also request you to lower your bows! You wont get anything else but death and destruction from us if i die!"
While he was shouting to the vulpinans behind the walls, he made a small gesture to two of the elites behind him, who promptly thumped their fists to their chests, and chanted few short words. A lightning struck somewhere in the west.
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The sergeant, playing cards with the quartermaster of the army, saw the lightning in the horizon. He bolted right up, with the chair falling down, and shouted to the other giants sparring in the field they had set up their camp.
"Alright men! That was the signal! We're to move out towards east and meet Hrafn in the forest near the place of conflict! You have 30 minutes to pack your things!"
After halfhour, the 60 giants consisting the bulk of the troops ran out of Hallr.
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Cenna was slightly confused by the arrival of other vulpinans, the whispers in her head gaining even more angry tune. At their arrival to Leams office he greeted them with a dry formal greeting and raising her paw.
"It is very pleasant of you to come here to greet me, but i am so tired that i must find a tavern lest i sleep here"
She then attempted to leave by the door the other vulpinans had just arrived from.
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Hjolf arrived to Hallr just in time to see the army march out in halfrun.
Breathing heavily after running two days nonstop. He produced the trade agreement he had signed down from his pocket and read it through again. He made his decision and ran to the sergeant who was shouting orders at the rear of the troops. Panting heavily he handed the agreement to him.
"Here, take this. Give it to the Lord of Storms before you... attack"
Sergeant eyed Hjolf suspiciously.
"Whats its contents?"
"Something that might interest Hrafn very much"
The sergeant grunted and put the sealed scroll to his pocket. He motioned Hjolf to leave and continued to bark orders to the giants who were collecting the rations into wagons.
Sighing Hjolf walked in through the outpost gates, resolving that he had done all that he could.
code:
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♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
((I hope the forum move wont take to long, I've gotten addicted to this thread.
Also, turn 29-autumn I assume is the last one?))
((About the Tengu taking over the abandoned civs I kinda agree whit Strife.))
((It seems your Zefies will soon reach my capital Strife, this might be fun...))
Edit: ((That is, for example all the golems in the force should have individual names and personalities.))
((Also, how "sacred" is the soulforging process, would it be considered distasteful by the golems to make lesser-quality iron prototypes for them to be soulforged into and train in while waiting for the real bodies to be finished, so that they are used to all the new strange limbs and so. Naturally this doesn't count for the turtle, maybe he could get his a 20:1 scale model.))
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Armok ]
quote:
Originally posted by Nhiphanter:
<STRONG>OOC: Am i understanding that you are making multiple nearly invincible killing machines that will dominate the whole game?</STRONG>
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Turn 29: (Autumn)
code:
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─t♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ s≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑↑≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥≡▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑≡~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Efil-inira: 42 !!elves!! (hamlet) (+-0 since last turn)
Ariquemera: 100 !!elves!! (town+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.
Iranineleni sobs in the giant’s fire-pit.
Amizoimi live happily whit the Zefies, and talks common quite well by now. (96% complete.)
Efil-inira has stagnated.
The new tower in Efil-inira is now 111m, and finnished. (it is basically like the one in Ariquemera but less computerized, so less communications,, computers, and the people in it aare not as good at what they are doing. Abaut the same weapons but not as good.)
“The Great Façade of Efil-inira” begun, sealing/deconstruction of old city 75% complete, building the castle 25% complete, needed parts for castle ordered from Ariquemera.
A group of 15 tunnels 1 tile northwest and founds an mining outpost for uranium to eat and the materials needed for the “Guardian Project”.
A group of 20 is sent downstream the magma river on bauxite boats to contact the golems personally.
The battle golems project is begun under the temporary name “Guardians Project” in Ariquemera:
Planning done by Ilecaaye, various prototypes of internal components, the general design and exact features are determined, golems are consulted on the deitais and what is ethical, blueprints are made etc. Next turn the actual building can begin.))
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.)
code:♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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Sanae's army: 53 men, 40 trained soldiers, 13 priests
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The group of Tengu diplomat embarks southwards. They send a messenger bird to Murakami to bring Madara the message where to meet them. The Vulpian lord follows them
"Can't agree to my contract ? Impudent little foxes. Let's see if they will still be unable to agree after I am done intimidating them!"
With that, Madara prepares a special outfit and enchants it to enhance the planned effect.
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"My lady, clam down!"
" I can't calm down. These impudent dwarves let me wait in front of their doors for months, and now I come back AND MY FAVOURITE BONSAI TREE HAS WITHERED !
We will kill them all, every single one of these tiny bearded bastards!."
And so it came that the usualy calm and peaceful Sanae, in a fit of rage marched northwards towards the Drogar settlements.
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((And now to the important part for now. How the Tengu magic works. I have no official word from Jamini, but since the Vulpians only have three hauchiwa fans, I will simply assume that I will train three of them))
The three soon-to-be master of the sky were waiting for their new master to meet them at the edge of the forest, as they were appointed to. The leaves had already colored brown and red and the sweet smell of the overly ripe fruits hung in the air. The sage was late, and soon the aprentices were chatting idly. Until they were interupted by a sudden boom of sound. Out of seemingly nowhere, the magician produced himself out of thin air like it was a curtain.
Applause from all sides.
"I am Tomoe, and I will be your teacher, my tiny little friends. There are four levels of magic in the Tengu world. The first is needed to use these fans you are holding in your hands properly. It's common knowledge amongst the tengu on how to use this low level magic. The second level is used to enchant objects and fpr basic attack and defence magic. You can make objects extremely light or extremely heavy, or turn them into a channel of energy, like the hauchiwa. You will be able to create walls of air and cut through your enemies with a powerful vacuum. The third level of magic, which you will not leran is the ability to fly. The forth is so powerful, I will not even begin so summarize it to you.
Now please, swing your fans and blow away the leaves on the ground."
The three recruits swing their arms hastily, hardly even producing any wind.
"This, is how you do it."
Without any moment of hesitation or concentration, the priest barely flicked his wrist, aiming at the treeline. A powerful blow of air completely ripped out all remaining leaves.
"Air, is substance. The space around you is not empty. With every breath, air gets into your lungs. This space inside your body, through the small holes in your face connects you to the endlessness of the sky itself. Air is the medium we all move in. An just as air moves us, we move air. Air has resistance. Take a few steps. With every step, you can feel the air brushing against your body. Feel the sky. Even if you are not moving, the air has pressure. See the air. See it in front of you. Imagine water, if you like. Once, before the godess ripped apart the fabric of matter, air and water where the same substance.
And now, move the air. Don't move the fan, don't move your arm, move the air. Shove it away. Splash it at your target like water. Imagine what you want it to do, imagine how it hits your enemy, imagine the invisible mass of air aroun you and push it away.
The Tengu is raised with that knowledge, for us, it comes natural. We never ever think of a space as empty. It might take a while, but once you realise that air is a substance, you will be able to contrle it."
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
About soulforging, I currently have only Orion Primus, who is the leader of the civ (and also the hero) that can be considered worthy of such an upgrade, but I doubt he could manage to roam the world while still managing to run the civ... But you can start working on the bodies, the soulforging will probably be the shortest and last step, taking only 1 or 2 turns, while the body researching and construction would take more that a dozen. And soulforging souls into basic golems is not a problem, because golems have a weird sense for 'holy' things, they consider Soulforging one of their holiest rituals, yet if the soul being soulforged accepts the body it is being transfered to, the soul will be transfered no matter what the body might be, wether it is the ultimate titanium colossal battle golem or a rotten melon.
Also, I am going to start digging south of Nova (the city directly north of your tower), you should probably start digging from there too to connect the whole thing.
Finally, I couldn't just wait idly until forum starts to be upgraded tomorrow, so I'm going to post the formal agreement the Golems want to be settled: ))
The Golems request the following (these are not demands, just polite requests):
-A piece treaty pledging none of the two races will attempt any harm on the other race, wether directly through war or indirectly through supplying the enemy of one of the nations with any help.
-An Alliance that dictates that if one of the two civilization declares war on an enemy, the second civilization will enter war against that same enemy.
-Establishing permanent embassies in each race's capitol, that has at all times atleast one representative of the other race in them.
-Establishment of a mixed council of Golems and !!elves!!, composed of the greatest leaders of each of the two races, that governs the two races as a whole (this will probably have to wait for later, and also its only if you want us to almost completely unite both races)
-Continuation of the communications between the two towers of both races.
-The establishment of a tunnel between Efil-inira and Nova.
-Golems are facinated by any kind of art, including musical art, but are not very well in creating such arts themselves. Thus, they would accept to trade metals, gems, and all kinds of mechanical components and glassware in exchange for artisanal items and bards/musicians who would come visit their cities. (we could consider this as happening between civilians withought us having to describe everything that happens)
-Golems would appreciate any help at finding golem tombs, as that would also help the !!elves!! since many of the more experienced and heroic golems of past ages are yet to be found (this could mean sending an expedition to other races or atleast farther than the current !!elven!! and golem settlements.
-Finally, the golems have a great love for knowledge and discovery. Thus, golems propose the creation of a great building, or even a whole settlement, which would act as the hub between both races. The aforementioned council, if created, could be based here, and it would be a place were golems and !!elves!! meet to discuss matters and share knowledge ect... but most importantly, that settlement would contain a library were all knowledge ever imagined would begin to be amassed, not just !!elven!! and golem knowledge, but all knowledge both races manage to get from all te world.
((feel free to refuse or offer another proposal for any of these points, the council and library projects are extremely long-term ones, and I think you might not like them too much...))
The Golems offer:
-As many low-ranking golems as are required by the !!elves!! for their experiments.
-Great souls of heroes ounce such heroes are found and are willing to be soulforged into bodies made by the !!elves!!
-Help by all golem specializations (alchemists, runemasters, engineers, miners, smiths, glassmakers...) for anything the !!elves!! need, as well as keeping atleast a few specialists in the embassy sent to the !!elves!! at all times.
-Help for all soulforging and golem-technology related questions and expertise.
-Accepting to form a mercinary group as specified by the !!elves!!, although their precise missions (wether they are superheroes or whatever) shall be discussed ounce the project is atleast almost completed
((propose anything else you might want from the golems, I couldn't think of anything more))
Thus is the agreement offered by the Golems of Al'Qwat to the !!Elves!!. It is their choice wether to accept or to refuse, but if their acceptance is confirmed, let all know that this will be the beginning of a Grand Alliance, one who will not fear any exterior threats, one who will live by its principles no matter what, one alliance united against all else.
((All that's left is to find a name for the agreement, and a name for the alliance. Propose any if you can, and also feel free to change and add to the agreement as you wish))
As for the Koneko, well, i dont really care. As long as the battle is good one im happy. That is, if Akroma decides to take on the Koneko.
And for the terrain passability, i think ill let Jamini decide that.
Now my turn.))
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Shel relaxed as he drank his cup of blood. He was looking westwards through his telescope. During the year he had spent many evenings watching the silent blinking far away. Once again he stared at it, his imagination running wild with hypotheses on the source of the lights.
He had conferred with the greatest sages of the Mindpillar, but none had been able to put a meaning to the blinking. The flashes seemed irregular enough to be created by nature, but their meaning and their destination remained unknown.
Shel knew he only had to wait a little longer. After all his brother Thlash was soon going to arrive to the flame pillar location. His second objective, as he was told on the way there, was to carefully investigate the origin of the lights. Yet it could be a trap...
Something Shel was quite happy about was the recent letter he had received. He has been granted a title : Hesh'a'Hath, Duke of the Shield. It was only a just reward for constructing such a magnificent citadel. It could protect a large population. And the tunnels underneath had been heavily reinforced against earthquakes.
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oh and Armok. I already protested against Nhipanters overpowered units, and I am only accepting it because it is somewhat cool.
your army of invulnerable uber-robots is just ridiculously overpowered.
I am not allowing you this. You can have ONE of them, and not more. All feasible strategies against an army over laser shooting, bomb dropping metal-bodies that can't be suffocated, drowned, poisoned, bleed or be damaged by anything other than a meteor (or in case of that turtle - nothing) is the good old D&D classic:
Rocks fall, all die.
I am not fighting against such an army, nor will I submit to them, nor will I allow you to fight against anyone with that, because quite simply, they too, will have to resort to "rocks fall, all die" tactics.
Gamebreaking
Boring
There is a reason why the supertech humans are only refered to in history and not part of the game. Also, building such creatures is against the very nature of the !!elves!! (which are, as you said, just like normal elves, but on fire)
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In response to Poltifar:
((They are not really invincible, just look up the material properties of tungsten or titanium on wikipedia. The coconut one is near indestructible (not magically or plot wise, just realistically for being a tungsten bowling ball) whit the current magic and tech, the only thing on the board that could harm those I think is Itens dagger, but those are not that powerful in battle otherwise. I'd guess a perfect hit by a really powerful blow by the hammer of those 10m storm giants could at least disable most of the others.))
((I knew it would WORK, I just wondered if doing the sacred ceremony twice whit an intermediate training body once would be considered unethical.))
((don't begin digging, the !!elves!! are much better at that, see later part on how/were I'll dig to you.))
I think an clarification might be needed:
Efil-inira and Ariquemera are independent city-states, they just are allies and trade. Ariquemera is the one that is technically advanced and the one the golems have been in contact whit. Ariquemera is basically controlled supremely by Ilecaaye but he doesn't use that power very much and never misuse it, mostly because e isn't interested in politics most of the time.
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-A piece treaty pledging none of the two races will attempt any harm on the other race, wether directly through war or indirectly through supplying the enemy of one of the nations with any help.
-An Alliance that dictates that if one of the two civilization declares war on an enemy, the second civilization will enter war against that same enemy. -Establishing permanent embassies in each race's capitol, that has at all times atleast one representative of the other race in them.
-Continuation of the communications between the two towers of both races.
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-Establishment of a mixed council of Golems and !!elves!!, composed of the greatest leaders of each of the two races, that governs the two races as a whole (this will probably have to wait for later, and also its only if you want us to almost completely unite both races)
-The establishment of a tunnel between Efil-inira and Nova.
-Finally, the golems have a great love for knowledge and discovery. Thus, golems propose the creation of a great building, or even a whole settlement, which would act as the hub between both races. The aforementioned council, if created, could be based here, and it would be a place were golems and !!elves!! meet to discuss matters and share knowledge ect... but most importantly, that settlement would contain a library were all knowledge ever imagined would begin to be amassed, not just !!elven!! and golem knowledge, but all knowledge both races manage to get from all teh world.
-Accepting to form a mercinary group as specified by the !!elves!!, although their precise missions (wether they are superheroes or whatever) shall be discussed ounce the project is at least almost completed
Also, my group met yours outside of the city, along the banks of the river. There are no walls here. :p))
Raom stepped forward, standing under the parly flag as the giant approached and watching Hrafn with curiosity. "I am Raom, leader of the town of Liliaceleba. What is your business here giant, your diplomat could not have reached your outpost fast enough with the requested trade agreement in order to catch up with you. We delt with your kind in good faith, now are you planning to betry us?"
Behind him, one of the spearmen quietly murmered in Roam's ear, causing the marksman to brush the soldier away somewhat brusquly, murmering in an undertone, "I can see that, now is not the time Jeu."
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"Cenna, wait!" the merchants called out as she attempted to leave, one of them grabbing her arm, "Don't you remember me? It's Maxim! Mother has been worried sick about you ever since word came back to Liliaceleba that you had disappeared on Graed's expedition. Where have you been all this time?"
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a perfect hit by a really powerful blow by the hammer of those 10m storm giants could at least disable most of the others.)
Fuck that
so the storm giants are the only one who could at least disable them ?
Each civ has one immortal hero, and this one should be their most powerful unit.
As game has already shown, the gods can add 1-2 powerful units, but an army of nearly indestructable robots which each are easily comparable in power terms to the heroes IS overpowered, even if they are only support units that mustn't kill anyone.
I have already planned to add ONE powerful unit and guess when that will happen ?
The moment Madara dies.
Your robot army is not "awesome"
they are overpowered and extremely out of character.
You said the !!elves!! are just like normal elves (just on fire)
they should despise such extreme technology (especially since they do not need it. They are living torches fir christs sake)
also, you said they are neither believeing nor listening to Armok. Why should they do stuff that could only come from him ?
Also, I want this game to be at least somewhat fair. Look at what war did to the valtans: within ust a few turns they invented new and very powerful weapons.
and that was against a fairly underwhelming tactic.
Now imagine what players will come up with when faced with such an army. The whole game would escalate to a point at which neither RP nor fun would be important, only "who can come up with the most powerful godhax" will be important.
other than that: Sure, the soulforging many time in a row is unethical, but golems accept unethical things in the name of 'progress', so this is accepted.
For the Council of Guardians, I disagree that most of the members are golems. That would sort of defeet the purpose of having an equal council for both races. Also, I feel it would be hard for the council members to be the super-golems, since they won't have time for both governing and keeping order. How about the council being constituted of the eldest and smartest and wisest of the !!elves!! and golems (normal unmodified golems) with the super-golems and !!elven!! engineers that maintain them being a 'Special Division' under the control of the council that is only used in times of need?
I was also about to keep the proposal of joining a super-computer with a golem soul for a surprise twist later on, but nothing escapes you Armok :D although I didn't think of adding it for the library... Only 1 problem, alot of the knowledge we will be amassing would be magic tomes that couldn't be stored in a technological computer, and besides, I like the feel of a HUGE 10 level library :D
For Akroma and any other who would like to help balance our golem plans, please post ideas and suggestions on how to do it.))
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
first of all: no flight
both !!elves!! and golems lack the magic/technology for that
don't make them that thick. All races should be able to damage them. Ever tried damaging a metal plate that is thicker than just 5 milimeteres ?
make them more like walking armor
the !!elves!! could still drasticaly change the design of the original battle golem, making them far more dangerous. But Transforming arms into weapons ?
The !!elves!! are good at melting and purifying metals. Not at such difficult mechanics. Mechanics are the power of the valtans, and the !!elves!! cannot simply come up with such extreme technology if they came into existance only 7 years ago.
as of the giant turtle, I have no objections myself, as I already have the means to destroy it, but most other races would be mostly defenceless against a walking fortress that is made entirely of iron. Maybe you should do something about it, like not making it air-tight
Your opponents should be able to climb unto it, break through whatever entrance it has and fight whoever is inside and be able to destroy it's core and kill the fortress
also, no lasers
why would the golems, who can't fire lasers, and the !!elves!! who can#t fire lasers as well build a robot that fires laser ?
The only in-game laser comes from the Roshani, and it
s a gigantic, insanely complex machinery, which would be impossible to build in a portable size (not to mention, you lack the technology for that)
I have no objections against the computers. Again, both sides lack the ability to build them, but oh meh, they are not that overpowered, so whatever
Line by line arguments:
"so the storm giants are the only one who could at least disable them?"
No, dropping a huge rock on them whit a catapult or flying it in whit Tengu would do for all of them except the coconuts and the turtle, and I am sure there are way to kill those to even if it's not obvious, maybe specific magic.
"Each civ has one immortal hero, and this one should be their most powerful unit.
As game has already shown, the gods can add 1-2 powerful units, but an army of nearly indestructable robots which each are easily comparable in power terms to the heroes IS overpowered, even if they are only support units that mustn't kill anyone." The golems wont be as powerful as the heroes, also in practice my !!elves!! don't have one, my "hero" is a pencilpusher the cant fight and that is my 5th most important char or something. Not that my hero sucking is relevant.
"Your robot army is not "awesome"
they are overpowered and extremely out of character."
It is not an robot army, it is less than 10 magical golems.
"You said the !!elves!! are just like normal elves (just on fire)
they should despise such extreme technology (especially since they do not need it. They are living torches fir christs sake)"
They are not like elves, especially not those in Ariquemera, I probably said they LOOK like elves on fire. And the Ariquemerans as you noticed are very much into science and tech.
"also, you said they are neither believing nor listening to Armok. Why should they do stuff that could only come from him ?"
Why could it only have come from me, almost all of it comes from Ilecaaye that is a kind of Archimedes style tech multi-genius.
"Also, I want this game to be at least somewhat fair. Look at what war did to the valtans: within ust a few turns they invented new and very powerful weapons.
and that was against a fairly underwhelming tactic.
Now imagine what players will come up with when faced with such an army. The whole game would escalate to a point at which neither RP nor fun would be important, only "who can come up with the most powerful godhax" will be important." I am not doing that as this will take lots and lots of turns to do, I can only hope your prediction of others doing it is wrong. it is less likly that there will be such a development as they wont be doing conquest warfare the same way.
"First of all, Armok I'm sure we will have to change some of the golem plans, I don't want to anger other players, and Akroma already stated quite clearly how angry she is This issue should be adressed ASAP."
Probably, but I'd prefer to make them less overpowered in some other way first.
"other than that: Sure, the soulforging many time in a row is unethical, but golems accept unethical things in the name of 'progress', so this is accepted."
Good then, next turn iron prototypes will begin to be made.
"For the Council of Guardians, I disagree that most of the members are golems. That would sort of defeet the purpose of having an equal council for both races. Also, I feel it would be hard for the council members to be the super-golems, since they won't have time for both governing and keeping order. How about the council being constituted of the eldest and smartest and wisest of the !!elves!! and golems (normal unmodified golems) with the super-golems and !!elven!! engineers that maintain them being a 'Special Division' under the control of the council that is only used in times of need?"
They would be golems, but they would be up brought whit !!elves!!, and psychological stuff would be done so they don't see themselves as members of any one race. Also there would be a more intellectual "mission control" of !!elves!! inside the turtle.
They would not really be rulers, just have a veto on both governments, and just go around adventuring most of the time.
"I was also about to keep the proposal of joining a super-computer with a golem soul for a surprise twist later on, but nothing escapes you Armok although I didn't think of adding it for the library... Only 1 problem, alot of the knowledge we will be amassing would be magic tomes that couldn't be stored in a technological computer, and besides, I like the feel of a HUGE 10 level library So how about the computer stores all the non-magical info, but we also keep all the non-magical AND magical books/papers/manuscripts... in a library? Finally, that computer would also be helping the council ofcourse."
for the size the computer will make you happy I think, remember the gr3eat hall of Moria? think one of those filled whit computer components, one whit huge automated memory banks, and one whit an ordinary library and computer consoles.
The tomes would be whit the computer to, the ordinary library built on top of the computer and controlled completely by it.
The thing would be mindbogglingly huge.
Also did you niticed what I named the computer? :D
"Yeah I have read both Eragon books. Can't wait for the third one."
Then you know what I meant whit a group of elite soldiers under nobody's control can uphold peace, and why it is important for them to have good ethics.
Polifar, generally how are the normal golems, say give a very detailed description of your iron miners?
"first of all: no flight
both !!elves!! and golems lack the magic/technology for that"
Thats thy only I kind of golem can fly, and that just abaut the only thing it can do.
The butterfly is made entirely from titanium that is far more expensive than gold or platinum, it has huge wings (20m wingspan, 350m^2 area) that are extremely fragile, you could quite easily punch thought them. The body itself is practically wireframe and it could be killed by a well aimed arrow. It has a very limited weight for stuff to fit in it, and can carry only slightly more than a single Tengu. It has no weapon and no arms good enough to really handle one. Without all this wingarea/weight ratio stuff making it useless for fighting it could never fly.
"don't make them that thick. All races should be able to damage them. Ever tried damaging a metal plate that is thicker than just 5 milimeteres ?
make them more like walking armor"
Why the hell would an engineer be stupid enough to make that design flaw, it's unrealistic.
Still, this is sorta done for most of them, but it is more like a few cm, and supported by stronger wireframe. A medium-sized balista could most likely poke a hole in them, but it is still unlikely it would be in an important area..
"the !!elves!! could still drasticaly change the design of the original battle golem, making them far more dangerous. But Transforming arms into weapons ?
The !!elves!! are good at melting and purifying metals. Not at such difficult mechanics. Mechanics are the power of the valtans, and the !!elves!! cannot simply come up with such extreme technology if they came into existance only 7 years ago."
The "Transforming arms into weapons" is really a simple hinge thing, like a Swiss army knife.
Besides that they have had rather advanced clockwork mechanics for quite some while if you had paid attention.
"as of the giant turtle, I have no objections myself, as I already have the means to destroy it, but most other races would be mostly defenceless against a walking fortress that is made entirely of iron. Maybe you should do something about it, like not making it air-tight
Your opponents should be able to climb unto it, break through whatever entrance it has and fight whoever is inside and be able to destroy it's core and kill the fortress"
I can kinda agree, I'll make something like that. I still want it watertight so it can travel water but maybe it cant fight in that mode or something.
"also, no lasers
why would the golems, who can't fire lasers, and the !!elves!! who can#t fire lasers as well build a robot that fires laser ?
The only in-game laser comes from the Roshani, and it
s a gigantic, insanely complex machinery, which would be impossible to build in a portable size (not to mention, you lack the technology for that)"
It is not a real laser, only ordinary light focused whit a concave mirror and a few lenses. The elves have used these devices co communicate for quite som while, and I mentioned a stationary version when the tower was built.
The device is not very powerful and rather hard to focus correctly, especially on a moving target. It can blind rather instantly but to make any serious burns it must focus on a foe for a few seconds, and it cant burn thought armour even if it can make it very hot. Also only one golem of the Council of Guardians that specialises in it and can be easely disabled by just felling it has this weapon.
"I have no objections against the computers. Again, both sides lack the ability to build them, but oh meh, they are not that overpowered, so whatever"
Thats good, but I must mention that I have been talking quite a lot abaut how they were making computers, so again they do have the tech. However it isn't GOOD computers, size/power ratio is like ENAIC (or however it is spelled) at best, and fundamentally limited by their method at that level.
The "Skynet" will be more powerful totally but only because it's size and many processors working in parallel.
Hope this'll do. I might have to post specifications for all of them that are less overpowered and hyping later.
Hrafn was sligtly taken back by the words of the old vulpinan that apparently was their leader. He homever took great care not to show it and gave only a faint smile. Surely this was the work of that old fool, Hjolf.
This would need improvisation... And then, there was a glint in his eye as he thought of the possibilities here.
"Betray you? By all means no, homever we have ways of communicating with each other and i was nearby on a hunting trip when Hjolf informed me of this new trade deal... But allow me to introduce myself. I, am Hrafn, Lord of Storms. The supreme ruler of the stormgiants and the master of the mountainfortress of our capital"
Hrafn made a small bow while introducing himself.
"Dont be bothered by our rather... warlike gear. I like to be well protected and these Elite units are in charge of my safety. Should something happen to me they are to escort me to safety... and of course discuss the penalties with the third party"
He made a motion to the bodyguard, who promptly sheathed their weapons and stood at ease.
"Now... Might i inquire you about yourself? I am sure we are going to like each other"
The spinning wall of text strikes akroma's patience
it's mangled
Anyway, if you start boasting about your plans, be precise. First you say things like
"a perfect hit from a very powerful warhammer"
and then ignore that you said that completely without acknowledging that my point wasn't a simple assumption.
Furthermore, they are golems. They feel no pain and need no sinew to move their limbs. To get rid of them in battle needs high precision and force. And even then, they wouldn't die unless you broke whatever holds their soul. If you broke a golems arm, he would still simply tackle you (and even if they are hollow, guess what it means to be tackled by a walking steel armor)
If you break their legs, they are still lying on the ground swinging their arms at whomever comes into their reach. To disable them you need to practicaly crash each and every limb or the soulstone. Now if you need the force of a ballista to pierce the armor, how are you gonna reach the core ?
THAT is why they should implent such "obvious" design flaws. For fairness sake.
They are not even building them because they NEED war-robots. They are building highly descructive war mashines out of sheer boredom. Unrealistic.
And for their competence in building flying mashines and computers:
The !!elves!! came into existance just 7 years ago. Before that they were hugging trees for a couple hundred years, then they were burned and tortured untill insanity and then suddenly thrown into the world, suddenly finding out about that everything they love dies when they touch it. Even if they are smart, no one is that smart.
There are other races on the board who might be capable of achieving such a feat, and this is because it's their sphere. Their racial flavour. The valtans can build such stuff because they are a race of scholars who are working for the god of inventions. And even their stuff is not as extreme as supercomputers or flying robots.
You are quite simply using a power that you do not have yet. If you want the ability to do that, trade for it. Achieve it. And if I read about that correctly, the golems are not the race that could trade it to you. The golems are either completely solid, or they are mostly hollow. No amazing technology inside them. Just magic.
Computers are amazingly complex mashines, and with nothing but the ability to melt things, even a basic calculator would takes decades untill it is fully functional. And how long did it take humanity to learn to fly ? About 5000 years of recorded history ?
The !!elves!! originate from a race of tree huggers who never built anything complex, because for them nature is beautiful and perfect enough. They have no basis to build on. They started experimenting with molten metal and glass just 7 years ago and are already building supercomputers, gigantic towers and cyborg armies.
Frankly, I am disappointed on how you play this race. You are completely and utterly ignoring the origin and the racial flavour of your race (elves that lost their memory due to torture and were then set on fire), and instead of using their countless advantages, you see that other players have had different awesome ideas and steal them. Yes steal.
The !!elves!! produce technology they simply CAN NOT have out of thin air.
There are so many awesome possibilities for the !!elves!!
Just imagine a air pressure magma gun.
Fill a cannon with molten metal, cause a reaction that produces lots of gas and spew it at your enemy. Yes, that's portable mini-vulcanoes.
Or to make it simply, build a heat resistant bucket and just throw the molten metal at your enemy.
The !!elves!! are a race with enormous potential, and you misuse it to build something that defies common sense so much that it is no longer awesome, but simply boring. Even bombing the city was more awesome, because it was at least somewhat reasonable and feasible.
oh, and even if they are no army, it's a group, yes a group, of immortal champions. As souls that are bound to metal vessels, killing them might prove much more difficult than killing, let's say, Madara.
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
So, what am I gonna do, I should never have ruined this RP by attempting to play in the first place.
You are right Akroma, that tech is out-of-character and unrealistic, and I have been spreading it around the world already, I even sent a titanium bow whit magnesium arrows to the zefies.
I have been really exited about this RP all along, and it has been one of the VERY few thing I have actually been able to get inspiration to write. But by being that selfish I have mostly ruined it.
I have no excuse other than I got really exited and "inspired", and that I am the worlds suckiest author. :(
So, how are we gonna get the !!elves!! of the board?
An electrical discharge would roast the electronics inside the robot, effectively immobilizing it. I think some races might be able to do that. Heat should be an obvious one too.
Then there's water. I expect that there are some parts in a robot that can rust. It would significantly reduce the autonomy of the super-droids.
Even that taken into account, the robots are still mostly unbeatable. I would go for some very obvious design flaw : Armok keeps his robots for 20 turns but then they realise their own power and try to destroy their creators (like most machines do, eventually).
However there is something I cannot agree with with what Akroma said about gods and civs. I think civs have the right to be completely unrelated to their deity. In which case, the deity is rather very angry and tries to change the way of its civ, or the deity stops caring and no longer intervenes in the development of that civ.
By that I mean that Armok should either directly try to change the way his creatures behave or stop caring about them and take away the gifts he gave them (namely the spray that makes them so intelligent, and probably their memories, even their lives if he wants to).
EDIT : Didn't read your latest post. I think you should keep playing with the !!elves!! if you want to, but avoid giving them overpowered weaponry. Or stop their burning altogether.
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
edit: Istrian, if he stops making them burn, it would be ordinary elves. I think the races on the board should have at least a minimum amount of awesome. And come on...elves ?
also, the bows with magnesium tips are totaly fine, they are not overpowered and nothing an !!elf!! couldn't build if he already knew about normal bows from before. And that magnesium+fire=OHFUCKFUCKFUCK isn't really something that takes research to find out.
[ June 13, 2008: Message edited by: Akroma ]
Istrians idea would work if they were robots, but they are golems.
I do kinda agree whit the civs/deity relationship.
There's also something I've been wondering about and since we are going to move to new forums soon I thought I might ask. Is there anyone except those playing who are reading this thread ? I'm feeling kinda curious today.
Akroma, you need to stop being so mean. It's fine not to be peachy, but please be polite.
This concludes the strife rant for the day.
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As for my proposals:
Lets first say that it turns out !!elven!! metals are not very compatible with golem magic, so it is not possible to create golems completely out of advanced metal like titanium. It's not even possible to make more than, lets say, 25% of a golem out of such a metal.
(oh, and Armok, iron golem miners are extremely simple, just hollow thick iron armors with a pick and an iron head that is full iron with the soul gem in it.)
Then, lets forget about making less than 10 super-golems, and make more like 30 but much more normal and non-invincible golems that would act as the 'army' of both races, since golems are currently a peacefulrace and no military and the !!elves!! don't seem to have a well-planned military either. Thus, it would just be a military, comparable to any other races military. You might think "no, they are golems, they are still much stronger than other races", but please read on.
The army will be composed mainly of a basic soldier copper golem. Copper is weak, but much easier to repair the golem's body. It won't be full copper, it will be hollow but thicker than normal plate-mail or such armor, say 2cm. As it is, it would be possible to dent the golem easily with even normal blunt weapons. You say golems are hard to stop because they dont feel pain and such? Don't forget all golem joints are weaker than the rest of the body, and these golem's joints are even weaker. One good hit of ANY weapon, even a dagger or spear, could dent the joint causing it to jam or even break. These golems would be equipped with titanium weapons, wich would mean the weapons are light and very hard to bend/damage, and that way we use the !!elves!! inventions too.
Thus, the golem armies would have advantages and disadvantages, as with other race's armies. The copper golems would be as tall as an average human, and as fast as an average one, also can't drown and harder to completely destroy, but they would sink much quicker in water (even copper is heavy), and fast and cunning oponents would know how to jam their joints.
I'm sorry Armok if that is not what you wanted at all, but this is much fairer plan, and there WILL be super-units that command the army, but they will not be as powerful as the one you planned before. But the turtle, since everyone likes the idea, will be built as the hub of the army and also the main transport of the army. I have plans for other units, notably the golem version of 'siege' units, and if you change the !!elves!! technology and make them invent the "fire cannon" thingy, it would create the perfect opportunity the ultimate siege engines :D
Post comments and suggestions please.
I'm not sure about the turtle though, but it doesn't really matter to me, I think.
And yes, please wait until the forum moves before posting your moves for turn 40.
EDIT : Uh yeah, turn 30. I just copied off Jamini's post.
[ June 14, 2008: Message edited by: Istrian ]
[ June 14, 2008: Message edited by: Poltifar ]
Please everyone try to be on the chatroom while the forum moves as much as possible to discus the move.
Using the chartroom is not perfect, but it is SOMETHING.
Just so we can discus it, maybe make our own parallel chartroom for the thread or something.
the describtion given doesn't help me at all
I can't pick a nick and typing /join#bay12games does nothing
And to change nick it's /nick Akroma
edit: 999 post.
[ June 14, 2008: Message edited by: Nhiphanter ]
It's the IRC channel.
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈☻≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
This is a test. Now we can change the Color around the Thelash settlements. We could make a coloured map anyway because the color eats RGB in Hex too.
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂D↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»≈≈»≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲▲♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲Z♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲z=/==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Z♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»»≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»»≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞t╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ΩΩ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»»≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣T╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»»≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣T╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈» ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣v ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈s≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çÇ Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈»»≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣T╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ »≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑t≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
<Begin RP>"Yankee! Indeed I remember thou well! What a pleasure to meet thou!
Yankee walked into the green glass palace that the !!elf!! had constructed. He turned around and looked at his soldiers (Real, live, Zefie soldiers!). Yankee thought that they looked really imposing. A sight to scare the wicked! However, he wanted the !!elf!! to feel at ease when he spoke to him(?). "I'd like you guys to wait by the entrance. We don't want to scare him you know. Wait, better yet, Skid, (a sniper) you go and inspect the crossbow guard here. Rox (Melee zefie, carries medium spear, shield, and a shortsword), see how well their close range fighters are. Delta (sniper, carries a small bayoneted crossbow in addition to his long sniper), get us supplies and be ready to go asap." Yankee looked at his fourth zefie for a second, seemingly stuggling with memories. "Breunor, I'd like you to find Felu. Tell him that I thank him for sending out the settlement group north. Inform him of our mission. Tell the worthy blob that, in the event of my death, he is to share power with Gouzzi. (Breunor carries two spears, one relativly heavy. The other is more of a glave. It is light and has a long blade). Okay then, you have your orders. Move out."
The soldiers replied, "Yes sir!" and moved off.
Yankee walked into the palace and met with May, the zefie who had been assigned to be the ambasador to the !!elf!!. "Hello my lady, could you infom me of the elf's temperment and such?"
"Sir, call me May. The elf, who is named Amizoimi, knows common fairly well. He has taught me a fair bit of elvish as well. My helper, Zalbar, also knows a fair bit of the langauge. Although, I wouldn't trust him for anything complex. He, the elf that is, seems to really like it here and enjoy the zefie lifestyle (work hard, then relax for a while). It is probably important that you know that he loves nature. He has talked about his longing to be with the trees that he can't touch. I guess that it fourtunate that we built Allyaid almost entirely out of stone. We had suspicions, and stone was easier to get then wood anyway. I'm not sure what else you need Yankee . . ."
"That will do fine, May."
The pair walked into the sitting (uncomfortably, glass makes bad couches) room where the elf was sitting. Yankee, with customary bluntness and politeness, said "Hello friend. You may remember me. I'm Yankee, the leader of the zefie people. My scouts have found a civilization about due south of here. Is this your people's location? I wish to establish diplomatic relations with them."
Armok, your cue here. After this question is asked, Yankee will also ask:
Can the !!elves!! be trusted?
Are they peaceful?
What are their needs?
What are their exports (I guess that the elf won't know about all of the tech, but that's what Yankee will be interested in)?
Would you be willing to acompany me to your city?
Is there anything I should know about your scoiety?"
If you want, you could do the RP for the conversation. I'd guess that you'd be too busy with the Golem Wars though. Just give me the answers to Yankee's questions, and I'll write the dialoge.
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..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞▲│▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
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▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. >♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..s≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ..ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔D≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲=┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æs≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~((Nhiphanter & Jamini : I can write your battle report if you want.♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣v....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ<....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞v╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣>♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~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)
- [newly appointed master jeweler] Derna Farn, "Diamond Fingers": Copper Golem with hands made of gold and the tip of the fingers diamond (Nova)
- [newly appointed master mechanic] Grin Tooth, "Gear-Lord": Copper Golem with a large Silver gear embedded in the chest and decorated with spikes of silver (Nova)
- [newly appointed master smith] Merh Konlus, "Metal Bane": Large Bauxite Golem menacing with spikes of Steel (On the way to Nova, currently in Alchemia)
Then the point where they defeated the vulpinans quickly and only with one soon to be casualty. I assumed the vulpinans werent too prepared for the fight, whereas the giants were all the time since it was the plan.
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.≡♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..≡ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ .....≡Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Then the point where they defeated the vulpinans quickly and only with one soon to be casualty. I assumed the vulpinans werent too prepared for the fight, whereas the giants were all the time since it was the plan.
((OOC: The vulpinans have been preparing for conflict since Hjolf left. He made a "very" clear impression to Raom that the Giants were not to be trusted, which has been emphasized by the fact that Hrafn had arrived early. That is why he marched out of the city to intercept the giants while they were well over a days march away to attempt parlay.))
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲/=z==z≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲Z⌂==♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲=⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂%♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└─┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├v─Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌───ç Θ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣≡⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂≡▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
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)
((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.))
- 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)
- 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)
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
[/quote]♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲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.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥≡≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣≡♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂≡⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥≡≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ═‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣≡♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂≡⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥≡≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣≡♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂≡⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥≡≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣....≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣≡♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂≡⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥≡≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈♣♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣≡♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂≡⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...e⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂════╪══⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ...≡..Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑....≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(32)
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♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂≡⌂⌂...♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──── Å≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Wijnfontein - Wine Fountain: C of S plains : Multicultural: Metropolis
Vriendingang - Friend's Gate : W of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Village
Zonsopgangziet - Sunrise Watch: E of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Village
Steenstad - Stone Town : S of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Town
Wereldmond - World's Mouth : N of Wijnfontein : Ipetian : Hamlet
Buigendriet - Bending Reed : S edge of C forest : Ipetian : City
Zuidengebied - Southfield : S of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Village
Westengebied - Westfield : W of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Village
Brandzie - Fire Watch : E of Buigendriet : Ipetian : Hamlet
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈≡♣♣s└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞÷╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥♣♣st─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ((The neutral palace gets finished this turn, symbolized as a special place. The vulpian construction workers leave, and because it#s favoured terrain, they arrive at their capital. The Tengu workers are still on their way back. The Murakami settlergroup found the new Hamlet Youkaii. The Tengu mage Tomoe embarks on the way back to his hometown))♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥♣♣st─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│s⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥♣♣st─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ((I wont post the settlements and important people, their is nothing new that Armok didn't mention on his turn. and I'll be doing the RP for both turns together))Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(33)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(24)♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣s┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....╪.e⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥s♣♣t─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑.≡..≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~((I forgot to move the Shuhalal previous turn so I move it two squares now.♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣s┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥s♣♣t─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣s┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ≈≈» ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣≈¥s♣♣t─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣t─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣t╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═/≈≈└──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Turn 36:Code: [Select]♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣>⌂☼▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
Damn. My plan for a grand allaince with the dracon dashed to the ground. I wonder what poor Robin will do know. I suppose that I should figure out this 'IRK' thingee to ask but, how far are we going to scale on the technolgical side? Personally, I wouldn't want to progress much further (although the zefies are more than capable of going REALLY far techwise.) Does anyone have any thoughts about this?
My RP involves a jody (marching song!)
Robin had perceded out of Angelshield quickly and made good progress over the great beaches of hte lake. He didn't carry (or as a consequence, eat) very much food. He gathered or shot everything he needed. He wondered how long untill he was to meet other people. To occupy himself, he wrote a great jody for the zefie army.
We are zefies, proud and strong.
Fight for right, right the wrong.
We are zefies, strong and free.
Onward to the victory.
We are zefies, free and bold.
The haft is strong, the blade is cold.
We are zefies bold and good.
Kill the tyrants, yes we could.
There's a lot more if I feel like writing it down. LOOONG bike rides to think.
Also, Yankee and his crew aproaches the elven city and anounces himself, how will he be recieved? Remember there are five elite soldiers in the group.
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~Hrafngard 68
The castle 37
Uthargeshud 57 (none left from uthargeshud to war)
Hallr 25
No name 20
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂....e..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ çs¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂...e╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂.≡.♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─Ç───æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ ♣s¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣çv>♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ↑≡...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂...e╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚v♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈v╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ çs¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣v♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼≡▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣>⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂...e╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ çs¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼═≡▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂H▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈.>.♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂...e╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ çs¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼═≡▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂H▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈.>.♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂...e╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ çs¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼═≡▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂H▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈.>.♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂..e.╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...s ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂E⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼═≡▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂H▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈.>.♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂..e.╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...s ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ ≡δ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ ≡≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂E⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼═≡▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂H▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈.>.♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...s ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂E⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.H▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ ....>....♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...s ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂E⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲^▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣s⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.H▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ ....>....♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. ..........♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘.s.♣ ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂E⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣s⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘.s.♣ ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..E♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣s⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘.s.♣ ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
Events:
It turns to Shelesh. "How long would you guess it takes for the ferals to spread outside the desert?"
Shushaw Shesh : NE Forest : Thelash : Flying Hamlet(33)
Shushaw Hath : N of Sh. Shesh : Thelash : Citadel(24)
=========================================♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..E♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂.e..╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç──sΘ┘...♣ ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ..♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..╚ΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..E♣♣.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲≡▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂e...╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç──sΘ┘...♣ ç♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈»¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂ . Nothing
B Blocked
æ Ruins
Æ Larger ruins
╚ etc. Tunnels
ð Settlement with living inhabitants.
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼⌂e...╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═ç♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å♣♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌─────æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç──sΘ┘...♣ ç♣¥♣t♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣t♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.. t♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈» ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...çç─ç───æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç──sΘ┘...♣ ♣♣¥♣t♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣t♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.. t♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈≈≈» ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈────s○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│H⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...çç─ç───æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç──sΘ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~ ♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣s⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...çç─ç───æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδçs──Θ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼══╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣s⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...çç─ç───æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδçs──Θ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼s═╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂...çç─ç───æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδç───Θ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~
♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼s═╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──ç──æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ────æ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼s═╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.⌂...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈t╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──ç──æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ────æ┘...♣ t♣¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣t♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣♣.t .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈≈≈»≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼s═╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.t...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çt─æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ────æ┘...♣ ♣>¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣t.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
⌂⌂~~≈≈≈≈≈↑↑⌂⌂~~~ δδ...≈≈≈........ ..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈¥▲▲⌂≈≈♀▲⌂~↑≈
~~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲ δ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.¥.≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲⌂.⌂▲⌂~~~
≈≈≈↑↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂⌂ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥═¥≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~
≈≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈.↑≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑⌂¥▲↑¥¥≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲⌂⌂
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲♥⌂~~≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⌂⌂▲▲⌂~♣♣│♣♣....⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♣♣└≈≈─○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.♣♣♣│⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
..⌂▲○▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ð▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
.⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲║▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂○┐..♣♣E.÷. ▲▲▲⌂⌂○⌂⌂▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲∞══∞═╗⌂⌂▲○▲ ▲▲⌂....└┐..♣♣♣#. ⌂⌂⌂♣♣│♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲ð▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲╔╝~~~~╚═∞▲│▲ ▲z♣♣♣...≈≈.....♣ ♣...┌┘♣♣♣⌂☼s═╝▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲∞╝~~⌂⌂~~~║▲│▲ ▲▲⌂♣♣♣.≈≈≈≈..... ┌─┐.│...♣♣⌂⌂▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂▲▲⌂~⌂∞‼╡▲ ▲▲z═z╦═z≈≈Z──┐.. │.└─≈≈─────○▲▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲┌┘▲ ▲▲║⌂╚╣♣┌┘....└#─ ┘....≈...♣♣.⌂▲▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼‼┘▲▲ ▲▲║⌂♣z.│.....⌂↑↑ ........♣♣♣♣┌○▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂○⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲‼══╗ ▲⌂Y♣♣..│...⌂⌂#~↑ .........♣♣♣│⌂▲▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│⌂▲▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○▲▲╚ ╞‼e....╪..⌂⌂~║~. .>........♣♣│⌂⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣│♣⌂▲ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ ⌂⌂...⌂.│..⌂⌂~╠═# ≈≈≈≈≈≈....♣♣│♣⌂▲
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐δ⌂ ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♥▲▲▲⌂⌂. .♣..⌂⌂⌂└v┐..╔╝≈» ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.....│♣♣§
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂♣└┐⌂ ⌂⌂⌂○▲▲▲▲Å╗▲▲⌂... ♣♣♣♣.t...├──Θ»≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈..┌≈≈♣♥
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂⌂│♣ ♣⌂⌂│⌂⌂▲⌂⌂║⌂⌂..Å♣ ♣╔═╗♣♣.♣♣│....≈≈ ≈≈↑↑⌂≈≈≈≈≈.│.≈♣♣
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..┌─┴─ ─┐δ≈⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂Å..Å÷♣♣ ╔╝≈╚╗♣♣♣┌┘....≈≈ ≈≈≈⌂≈≈≈≈≈≈─┘...~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲○──┘.⌂♣ ♣└─≈≈⌂⌂....┌──çt─æ≈≈≈╨─┬═Θ♣...P»≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈....~~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂..⌂⌂⌂ ♣♣≈≈δδ────æ┘...♣ ♣>¥♣♣♣└─┘♣...≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...╔£.~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂⌂⌂... .♣♣♣δ..♣..♣♣♣..♣ ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞♥╞..≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈≈≈↑↑↑↑£╝▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲^▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~. .♣♣.║♣.♣♣♣♣♣♣♣.. ♣♣♣♣♣♣╞╞..≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈»ææ⌂¥⌂▲▲▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲⌂~~~~~~~ .♣♣♣║.Φ≡.♣♣♣♣t.. .♣♣♣♣⌂¥⌂æ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂▲▲▲▲▲⌂▲⌂~~~
▲▲▲▲⌂⌂▲⌂~~~~~~~~ .♣..RΦΦΦ══ΦΦΦ... ♣♣♣..¥♥¥≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈↑⌂⌂▲⌂⌂.⌂▲▲⌂~~
▲▲⌂⌂~~⌂~~~~~~~~~ ......Φ....Φ.... .....⌂⌂»≈≈≈»≈≈≈≈ ≈≈≈¥¥▲♀..♀.▲⌂⌂~↑
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