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Quote from: IamanElfCollaborator on October 08, 2014, 04:30:23 pm

canon trumps headcanon tho
smurf said so

 

Quote miner.

DIE.

*sentences smurf to read crappy yaoi fanfic for the rest of his life until he repents*

but ao and luzia's kid would be so badass tho

Ao (guy), Lethe, Luzia and Kara.

Problem solved.

The Glorious Confederation of Ale and Spice

The Spice Council

A deep burp left the mouth of the redguard councilor as he partook of his ale mug, surrounded by his fellow councilors.
"Councilor Ledley, would you mind...*hic* passing that pipe?" The redguard councilor, Oronas Greer, lazily looked over at his elven compatriot, who slowly passed him the spice pipe.
"That....is excellent spice. The harvest going well, gentlemen?" Ledley looks towards Greer and the human councilor, Drixis. Drixis took a swig of his ale, nodding.
"Aaaaaye laddie! The farmers be taking good care of the spice and ale! The bread's good too, really."
"Excellent....have you all noticed that the sky seems to be purple in color?" Ledley mused, tapping the desk with his crop.
"Nae t'all, lad."

Suddenly, a human messenger busted into the room. "High Councilors! There is an urgent message for you!"
"And what would that be, flower child?" Ledley inquired.
"Missionaries from....errr....some place called Terra Arma came. Said they want to trade metal for food. They think we've got horrible mines."
"Misssssionaries? Get them out of here, maaaaan." Ledley wheezed out.
Drixis ignored him. "Tell 'em that they can have t'food. We got ourselves mines- where d'ya think we get the crap to make taps out of, the skies? Also, tell those missionaries to keep t'hell away with their religious crap. We don't need none of that here."

Diplomatic Interactions
[Tell the missionaries to politely keep their religion away from Confederates, and agree to have the missionaries kept away from Spice Cultists. Respect of religions and all.]
[Meanwhile, the festival of the levitating pasta monster is upon them, and people from all the city-states next to the Confederation are invited to come as the state makes preparations to hold the biggest festival yet. If the heralds are rejected, then they leave the state alone. More ale for less people.]

Trade
[Agree to the offer of metal for food, but refuse the weapons politely. We're drunks and spice addicts, not pacifists.]

Industry
[The nation's scientists begin research on how best to create the best farming techniques to produce more bread/spice/ale from less land.]

Military Actions (Very classified)

Huzzah for Trevor harem!

Trevor AND Ao harem? Ao's a guy you know.....

Maeve growls and her claw retracts. That was irritating.
"You droids are ALREADY DEAD."

Suddenly, her dress trembled and expanded outwards, forming an rapidly expanding bubble of darkness to knock the bots around her away, some into the hole Cordo made, before retracting into her dress. She dusted herself off casually and walked off to join her team.

She turned to Lloyd, looking somewhat irritated.
"Your Semblance, it's that wind thing, right? Let's do both. Push them in on the go." She readies a green glyph, waiting for Lloyd.

((Err. You sure it's 363 damage? That's far over Maeve's actual Aura....

So am I, like, dead before I can actually do anything about it or do I still have a chance to hightail it before I actually AM dead?))