BoN Age of Colonialism IC

[Trektek]

Turn 0, Month 1, Year 320
Athanas , cinnabuns , Just_a_loneley_pilgrim , Bruhaha , Emperor1 , The_split_Nation , LadyOfStars , CaptainSully
( Emperor1 please add 4 tier 1 troops in your first post. )

A skeletal figure sat in a darkened room, lit only by a few candles that remained to push away the ensuing darkness. The embers of the dying candles that also littered around the room still burned a bright orange, giving off a small hue of light but not enough to truly illuminate the room. From what could be seen, all around the room were piles of books and maps generally on top of said books. Some of the maps had things circled or small figurines placed on top of them.

The skeletal figure was writing down something on some parchment, With the gentle glow of red eyes illuminating through the darkness. He wrote at a quick pace and after making sure that the ink dried on each page, moved on to the next. He didn't want it to smudge after all.

The door opened to the room, bringing in some much needed light as the last candles died at the change of the hour as a simple chime sounded in place of 12 am. A skeleton in light black form fitting armor knelt on one knee before the skeletal man before putting his arm across his chest in a salute. "Inziim, we have the reports of Citrona. It seems that things have been put into motion and all the pieces are on the board just as you predicted."

The skeletal figure clapped two bony hands together and the room was illuminated from light fixtures on the walls and ceiling. The skeletal man was dressed in fine clothing which denoted someone of rank, but not overly ambitious clothing. It was darker hues of black, blue with a splattering of red. If his skeletal head could have given a grin, it would have in that moment. He waved a hand in a motion of dismissal as he spoke. "Thank you Hosek. You may go. I will read your report now. Please tell the other scouts to begin taking their predisposed positions. I will need constant updates."

"I am at your command Inziim." The skeleton gave a small bow before getting up from his kneeling position and leaving the room to perform his duty.

Inziim pulled out from behind his stone throne, a small piece of glass that after tapping, began to show up words filling the screen along with various images and visuals. He was an avent historian in his spare time and liked to at times experience the world how his ancestors did. It was silly, but as The Eternal Watcher, he could afford to be a bit silly sometimes. "Ah yes. That is much how I believed it to be starting."



The Carmine Empire. Situated in the Northwestern portion of the continent on their own separate mini continent of their own. The vampires were an interesting bunch, having only been formed after the revolution against the Dark Orcs with them all starting out as humans that were freeing themselves from under their yoke that led to a civil war. But the allure of that dark cathedral did them in in the end. Inziim knew that such dark things were tempting as his thoughts went back to the Iron State of the Attolia Empire and their attempts to control the Dark Underwater Temple. However the leader of the Vampires doesn't seem too interested in expanding their borders, at least not past their own large landmass of an island, at least based on the reports. The instability proven by the very nature of the vampires makes them more prone to infighting as well. So he will have to keep and eye on them.

The Jade Union. A mix of humans and various races of spirits that came together for their mutual survival under the leadership of a Kitsune. Their peaceful nature might put them at odds with their immediate nature, but the very fact that they exist in and around a very defensible mountain range should work towards their advantage. Their peaceful nature might also allow them to better form trade routes with many other nations that would benefit from such concepts.

Kingdom of Hjemriget. A proud viking people that suffered a relatively recent civil war. A people of the sea that worship a vengeful sea god that causes them great pain if they stray too far from the sea that they hold so dear. Even though they are a warrior people, Inziim sees the ability to go a different route if the gods allow it. With their great naval prowess, they could form a grand trade empire if they so choose, their people could become followers of peace and coin, with the flow of resources that could benefit all around them.

Merchant kingdom of Origo. A nation that erupted after the great revolutions that separated the slave nations from the Dark Orcs. Many nations came into being and fell, but Origo came out of it all the stronger for it, with the bonding formed from the many different races that joined into the alliance. As a nation of mercenaries and merchants, they can fight fiercely as long as they have enough coin to back up their claims and protect their trade routes from both the sea and the land.

The Nation of Altura. A nation of extremes formed from a leper colony and very proud of their religion and its profit, their leader, Santiago del Cielo, Holy Leper, Miracle Maker. Due to their leprosy, the people have made great strides on both biological warfare and medicine, paving the way for greater such talents in the future. But their leader seems to whip his people up into a religious fever that can prove neigh unstoppable as well as making the people far more unreasonable than would be expected. He will need to be watched in order to see how he leads his people and what direction they take. They are the biggest threat to the Jade Union.

Kingdom of Lothren. Having remained hidden since shortly after the grand rebellion, their forests have been peaceful and seen no war or dangers with their people having broken all ties with the outside world after the civil war that happened among the Carmine Empire. They vowed to never again interact with the rest of the world. But they will have to with what lies ahead.

Sors Leporidae. A peaceful race of bunny people. The thought of their hardships in recent years with the death of their previous queen and having their people go into hiding, brings sorrow to Inziim's heart. He appreciates their want to bring peace and love into the world. They only wish to improve the world and leave it a better place than what they left behind. However with the recent emergence of the Ascended, that puts them at the highest risk of danger out of all of the nations. He will have to keep an eye open on how they deal with such hostile neighbors.

The Dominion of the Ascendant. The most dangerous and aggressive of the nations on the continent of Citrona. They are a product of generations of enslavement at the hands of the Dark Orcs, followed by a near extermination by the Elves and having to turn to the Primordial Gods. Inziim had to cringe at the very word. Based on his research, he believed that the dark Primordial Gods were in fact responsible for the creation and emergence of the Demons that nearly wiped out all life on this world in the ancient distant past, eons ago and the end of his own civilization. Inziim realizes that he will need to keep a watch on them, just in case they cause demonic problems or even something worse.​

 

[LadyOfStars]

Jade Union


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A new cycle began as the sun arose from beneath the ocean, soaring into the sky. The Age of Fox continues for one more sunrise and the residents of Seikatsu Valley devote themselves once again to the betterment of their nation. Takamagahara, the capital of the, Jade Union was alive and bustling, although the low noise levels would say otherwise. The human population was most likely engaged in some sort of business work, such as trade stalls in the market square, or starting classes for the young and old.

The yōkai citizens performed tasks that helped keep the city and Mother Nature balanced. The kappa kept the waters clean and scoured the valley for any sort of pollution. Dragons were responsible for melting snow from the mountain tops which would form rivers that nourished the valley and the people. Everyone tended the farms and everyone was allowed to serve in the military. This peaceful coexistence that they enjoyed was possible only because everyone helped one another.

Mori

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Up on the mountain was the mining settlement of Mori. It was the second city of the Jade Union and while it focused solely on mining resources, the people there still enjoyed a happy life. The city was governed by a foreman, Ce. Because the city’s main purpose was to extract resources from the mountain, they needed a leader that would be capable of overseeing and advising them on how best to do this. While he was human, there was no yōkai or human with more knowledge of the earth’s inner workings than Ce.

“Alright, let’s have another successful shift today everyone!” His voice resounded off the walls of the mine as he and a group of people started to head into the cave. The group was a mix of yōkai and human, mainly Tengu spirits as their strength was useful during cave-ins and such. “May the Daimyo and the founders grant us luck this day.” Ce whispered just before he lit a torch and drew his pickaxe.

The mining city was alive.

Takamagahara

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Takamagahara was a beacon, a jewel placed upon the mountain range that would one day serve as the center of an empire, if all went according to the Daimyo’s plan. Within his home, the palace, the nine-tailed Fox spirit sat upon a throne while advisors, representatives from every species, and generals sat before him. So far the Sayo Era has been serene and the history books made note of that, but they had to look to the future to survive.


“It is time that we begin the next chapter in the Union’s story.” Sayogoromo started. “This valley will still be o priority, but it cannot provide all that we need in order to grow and thrive. To this end we shall prepare for expansion, both in our borders and our way of life.” He gestured to a dragon seated on his left and the large beast bowed its head. She was the newly appointed general of the Jade Union’s military, Zetian.


General Zetian: “Newly trained soldiers have been placed in both cities your highness and we are preparing to train more at your discretion.” The dragon’s voice was low and soft, a counter to her fiery appearance.


Minister Ieyasu: “We are making preparations to expand the Union, Sire. We have already begun picking promising citizens for the journey through the mountains. We are just awaiting your decision on a location and a focus for the new settlement.” The

Komainu spirit’s presence was regal and his form statuesque, and he was known for being serious and always focused on his work.


Minister Seondeok: “Locations have been chosen for the new construction plans, My Lord, and the chosen sites are already being prepared.” The human woman kept her head lowered as she spoke, but sat down once she was done.


“All things are going according to plan then. Let’s not forget what we’re trying to achieve or who we are doing this for.” The Daimyo’s tails stirred behind him as he rose from his seat of power and he watched all present bow their heads. The room was silent as he looked over each person in turn. “You are all dismissed. Perform your tasks with pride.”

Actions:
1. Send Settlers to R19 (Mining Settlement)
2. Send Settlers to T19 (Mining Settlement)
3. Send Scouts to U18

Status:
Resources: 0
Capital: 1 mountain tile
Mori: 1x Mine, 1 Mountain tile

 

[The_split_Nation]

It's at the dawn of dusk, a small ship lays in the harbor at the foot of a cliff, a man and his men bored as it begins to rain, one of the men with a great beard and grey eyes takes a hood over his head and looks at the gentlemen in front of him, the man is barely in his twenties but you wouldn’t be able to tell that by his face. He's the king of Hjemriget, Baldur hollow the Hardened a man known for ending one of the most brutal civil wars in the kingdom, by doing the most cursed act, slaying his own brother. The hooded man sits down in the ship and as he does Baldur states “Johan remember your job is to gather the resources and then head in land” Johan looked into the young kings' purple eyes and said “your will is my command my lord”.



It had been a month and Johan was finally done, he had sent out the raiders since that was the kings command, and then he had gotten on his way, for you see his goal was much more important than raiding, he was out to find a relic of an old past.

The young king sat in his great hall, his chainmail amour on even though not one man held a weapon, he waved his hand and a servant hit a bell, there was silence instantly, he looked out at his great hall with all of his loyal subjects. He stood up from his massive chair engraved with the tales of his god, and with a strong voice he bellowed “I have called you all here to inform you of a few changes that will soon come” a few whispers danced though the room, Baldur continued “our most holy of priest have read the stars and they state that for our people to survive we must expand” one of the lord stood up and yelled “why should we listen to a man who is doomed?” Baldur's tried eyes narrowed, and he spotted the man, it was a new lord, Baldur drew his sword and pointed it at the man as he calmly said, “if I am so dammed then strike me down.” the young man sat down; everyone knew that a duel with Baldur would mean death for any men. Baldur sad down and said, “therefor I encourage you all to invest in settlements on the mainland, we might never know what's to come” and with those words the bell hit again, and the men began to drink.


Actions:
Move diplomat to 13D and explore
Move raider stack at 13B to 15B
Adopt policy, a new kingdom; a new chance (give bonus of Natural Connection)

 

[cinnabuns]

Post the First

Spoiler: TLDR

1 Capital City, 1 Settlement (Farming)
6 Resources, 10 Population, 4 T1 Troops
T1: 2 Gardeners, 1 Nursemaid, 1 Researcher
Actions:
1) Add new policy (Natural Connection)
2) Explore (H9)
3) Move Gardener and Researcher to H10
4) Train Builder troop (1 more turn)
5) Explore (H10)
Tentative Lineup for Beginning of Next Turn:
5+6-2 - 3 = 6 Resources, 10 + 2(2+4) - 4 = 18 Population, 4 T1 Troops

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Spoiler: A moment of peace....

Soft, chirping sounds came from the forest. Between the grasshoppers, the crickets, and the birds, it seemed like the world began to wake up at this very moment.

For once, the flora and fauna’s melody did not distract the Lepus woman, who had tiptoed out of her bedchamber to come upon a memory.

Her feet, bare as they usually were, enjoyed the green grass that proved the world was moving in the right direction. In the forest, there was only forward or stillness. This early morning, the Lepus decided as she continued walking, the forest had decided to move forward. As far as she was concerned, the forest had a mind of its own. She understood it, even when it left her confused. Nature wasn’t meant to have meaning in everything. Nature was simple and complex, all at the same time. She was happy to get that, at least. Much like humans, nature wasn’t an easy read. For her, nature was easier than humans. And Nature could be so vexing....

The Lepus woman kneeled down to look at a growth of moss, and hummed softly as she realized she was heading the right way to her destination. No time to waste, now, she thought to herself as she walked on. It only took her another ten minutes, but when she reached the clearing, when she took in everything, she felt like she was many years younger, staring into the creek’s reflecting surface.

It was like she was ten years old, again. She could see as if she were looking into a mirror of the past. When she was ten, she came here to establish her people’s boundary of safety. They had felt at peace for years, since their last queen had perished after an ambush. But the young Lepus had been adamant about the boundary, and the builders followed her wishes.

So when she looked up now, a decade and a half later, and saw a stone figure that resembled her mother, she was filled with that peace, once more. Her red eyes met grey ones, and for a few moments, she said nothing. She, they, enjoyed the peace and silence of the creek. As the chirps went on in the distance, and she began to hear croaks from the toads around them, the Lepus decided her cue to continue moving was the phantom breeze that passed her by. And so, the Lepus placed her feet into the water and moved closer to the statue.

The bottom read “Beloved Queen Mother, Mirabilis Naturae, A Gift Taken Away Too Soon”. The Lepus placed her fingers gently over the words before looking back up at the statue, not seeming to mind how wet she was getting. Her mother was a gift. It had been years since she’d enjoyed listening to her mother while she was curled up in her embrace. That night had been hectic. She didn’t remember being able to even say goodbye before she turned and saw her mother being cut down. No kisses, no hugs. It had felt so empty, and now, the only things left of the former Queen Mother were her daughter and her memory.

Every time she remembered that night, she ached for one last hug from her real mother.

The Lepus pressed one of the letters on the statue and the plaque popped open. She reached in to grab the journal she had been looking for, closing the plaque soon after. Hidden places, she remembered her mother saying, could be anywhere and everywhere. But the best things were hidden in plain sight.

This was how all of the Queen Mothers were supposed to be remembered. Statues, containing their words during their reigns. But it never truly worked like this. Since they were in constant movement, especially after the former Queen Mothers had passed on, there were barely any statues left. There was no time to build since they had no guarantee they wouldn't be ambushed. The last one she’d seen was before her own reign. It was something she wasn’t supposed to touch, but to find a journal from an earlier Queen Mother was quite exciting for a young Lepus. And to her credit, it would prove to be incredibly useful when everything would go wrong, weeks later. She had no idea what fate could have befallen them if she hadn’t had a plan. If she’d told her mother beforehand, though, maybe...maybe she could have been saved, too.

Regret filled her heart where peacefulness had just settled.

As always, responsibility fell on the Mother.

“Mother.”

She spoke out to the statue. As she expected, there was no response. She took a deep breath and continued on.

“Mater, tibi tributa.”

Mother, I bring you tributes.​

Out of her bag, she pulled out flowers. As she slowly plucked the flower petals from the buds, she placed them delicately into the water, watching them float off in a line. One of her mother’s favorite habits was this. One by one, the petals continued down the stream, and she spoke up.

“Ego sum nervea.”

A breeze went past her again.

“Very nervous. I had a strange dream, mother. A dream where the earth was on fire. You were there. It seemed everywhere you stepped, things fixed themselves. You were single-handedly fixing the fires with your energy. You were calming everything. And then you turned back to me, holding out her hand as if to guide me, and then...then ...”

She paused.

“Erant autiem abierunt.”

You were gone. ​

She finished the last flower, and placed the buds into the water as well, before grabbing and filling two cups with a mead.

“That was a sign of something, I am certain. But I wonder what you think it means. Your people are happy. I’m happy we’re safe.”

Cold air went through her hair before it settled. Safe.

Salutem.

Salutem. ​

Salutem.

Quam diu?​

“Queen Mother!”

The Lepus’ eyes opened - she hadn’t even been aware she’d had them closed - and she was face to face with three of her diplomats. As she sat up, she noticed she was on the opposite end of the creek, where the petals had gathered along with the two cups, her mother’s book by her side. She wasn’t sure how that had happened, but she was more concerned with the Lepus in front of her than her past.

“Did I miss out on something while I was away?” She smiled, and they pouted.

“You’re not supposed to leave without someone guarding you! What if you had gotten hurt?”

Unfortunately for the worrisome rabbits, their Queen Mother had already begun to tune them out as they headed back to their home.

She wasn’t worried. She’d sent a group of researchers and gardeners to continue bringing the forest back. The more protected they were, the more protected they’d feel. It only made sense.

There was nothing for her to worry about.

And then, weeks later. In a moment of peace, just like it had happened years ago….

Spoiler: It happened, again.

Mother!

She could hear it.

First the words were soft, gentle. So much different from their meaning. Then, the whispers grew. Louder and louder, she heard it.

Mater! Mother! Canum! Mater!

The others reacted first; all that were in the room’s ears twitched, then they moved their heads in the direction of the sound. She was not given that luxury, as their leader, to have her face painted with the same pain-stricken fear the others had after discerning what was said. Instead she had to settle for the sharp pang of anxiety shooting down her spine and masking it all with a calm face.

She remembered how her mother handled it. Anytime there was panic, even with the way she used to hold her hand, her mother had a sweet smile on her face as she guided her people to a new home. They always managed to escape, and her mother didn’t seem to break a sweat.

But she knew from the grip she received back every time they’d needed to move that, much like her now, her mother had been afraid.

It was unfortunate how close she felt to her mother in this moment, as she heard the words echo into her ears.

Canum! Mater! Hounds! Mater! Nocere! Et nocere! Mater placent!

Was this...feeling in her throat she couldn’t swallow away supposed to happen? Had she become placated by their permanent home, thought they would be safe here? She never should have thought such a thing. She had to protect everyone, but she’d spent her time just trying to hide away instead of truly saving her people.

Did her mother feel this way, every time?

Mater placent! Et nocere! Mater placent! Mater placent! Et nocere! Mater placent! Mater placent!

Alitura Naturae closed her eyes shut for many moments, trying to hear her own thoughts over the continuous words of her people, dying or in anguish. An empty plate slipped out of her hand in her need to get a grip and before it crashed to the floor, a Lepus reacted and caught it before looking up to make sure she was alright. Her. They cared for her. They were suffering and yet they were also here, making sure she was okay. She...had to get it together. She couldn’t show them this. She couldn’t show her people this.

Mater placent! Mater placent! Et nocere! Mater placent! Mater placent! Et nocere! Mater placent!​

Her ears twitched slightly as she addressed the room, fixing her mouth and eyes into a warm expression.

“I will tend to this. Please, everyone. Stay calm and take care of one another until I am back.”

When she headed into another room, a group of the diplomats followed behind her, waiting until they were effectively alone to confirm that they’d heard the same thing. They continued to talk over Alitura’s thoughts, over the still-echoing sound of her name being called through the leaves. She wasn’t sure what about all of the sounds made her feel so overwhelmed, but the feeling was there, sinking into her skin. It was like she had been there, right there. This was her fault. She had to do something.

She needed them to stop chattering, just for a second.

Responsibility always fell on the Queen Mother.

“I am thinking of paying our attackers a visit.”

She spoke up, over her diplomats. The mix of older and younger Lepus gave their opinions on the matter, but it was obvious to them that she had, in a matter of seconds, effectively made up her own mind and would be going, with or without them. Whenever she said she was “thinking” about something, she would hear their words and would take them into consideration when she was already halfway to the thing she was thinking about. The diplomats looked between one another and decided that a few of them would go with her, for protection’s sake, and a few of the researchers could study the land alongside them. Besides, it was already dark outside and she was thinking of leaving, before the safety of daybreak. They had to take more precaution around their Queen Mother. It had been decades, but she still could act as childish as they remembered her to be.

Alitura held to that nature of hers, they realized, when she was already heading out the room and outside.

“Wait--Queen Mother!”

They scrambled after her, and Tura managed to genuinely smile when they almost tripped over one another to get to her side. “You are all so protective. I am very lucky to have such dedicated children.” She mused, picking up a Pura who had wanted her attention. “Please, remind me of what you heard in the mountains.”

From the naked, human eye, they would see a gentle staredown between two creatures, but to the Lepus, it was a full-on conversation. The diplomats quieted down so they too could hear the sweet and soft words the Pura spoke under its breath.

Men and monsters under the mountain. Finally emerged. Hounds followed. Hadn’t thought it would reach us, thought they were at other nations. Killed many family. Enslaved others. I ran. I’m sorry Mother. I ran. I was scared.

Back then, she had run too. There was nothing she could be mad about. Everything this Pura said, she could feel it. Could understand it. For a small defenseless bunny, that was the end of it.

Alitura chittered back and kissed the top of its head. “You have done me a great justice, risking your life like this.” She mumbled into the fur before placing the Pura back down. To her diplomats, she turned, the smile back on her face. “I must go there at once and fix this issue. We can come up with a deal on the way so we don’t waste time.”

Some of her maids were already packing her things, and she was grateful. Many of them currently in her room had known her since she was a child. They could read her so easy. It was good they weren’t trying to stop her. She was always happy to do things by herself, but she felt supported. Hiding away for decades might not have been the smartest move, especially with the looming threat at their door. But if she could come up with something so that her people were allowed to survive, maybe she could finally get the ball rolling on some of the ideas she remembered hearing the older Lepus discuss with her mother, years and years ago. And, of course, she had ideas of her own.

Maybe playing passive was the right move for now….

It didn’t take them much more time after that to be ready, but she needed to see her mother before she left. She moved quickly. Time wasn’t on her side when it came to this.

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“Did I do something to anger you?”

Her feet splashed into the water, and it was obvious that if anyone was angry, it was not the stone face she was staring at.

“Did I not do my rituals right? Did I stumble, somewhere? Because I thought I was doing right by you. Everything was fine until tonight, Mother. ”

No response, but this time, it only angered her further. She gritted her teeth, tears forming in her eyes as she made her way to the statue.

“Mater, are you listening to me? Tua homines mori! Mori! And I can’t do anything about it! I'm not strong enough!”

Still silence. Alitura was in complete tears, unable to stop crying as she slumped into the creek. "How did you deal with it? How did you hear all of this and deal with it?"

Now that she was alone, it was so much easier to let go of her emotions. When she was surrounded by the others, it felt like she was doing them a disservice by showing any emotion. If she were honest, the first crack of bones she heard was enough to make her crumble. How could she allow this? How could her mother do nothing? How could her Mother do nothing but watch, wherever she was?

They were all going to die. After all the hiding away, they were going to be exterminated, all over again. She'd have to watch more of her people get murdered, hear more of them in pain--she couldn't. She couldn't take it. Tura was exhausted, more exhausted than she'd been in her years of hiding. Obviously, hiding was doing nothing but making them sitting ducks for an aggressive nation. She couldn't hear them hurting like that in her head, anymore. She wouldn't be able to hold everything together. But she wasn't receiving any answers from the place she trusted the most, which only filled her with more despair.

"Please, please--"

Nothing at all--

“Quanum sinit ultra mori?”

..... ​

Quanum sinit ultra mori?

How long will you let us die?​

Quanum?

Quanum? ​

Quanum? ​

Quanum?​

Quanum?

The words she spoke whispered back in her ears, until suddenly,

Quosque permittas mori?

Quanto diutius vultis celare?​

How much longer will you allow yourself to die?

How much longer will you hide?

She wasn’t speaking to her mother, and that was quite obvious. As she looked down into the water, hearing the words in her head again, she realized the only person she was angry with had been herself, and the one answering, as per usual, was Nature. Giving her questions in response to her questions, as she did best.

This had been her fault. She let her people grow even weaker by allowing them such a careful life. But that wasn’t fair either. They deserved to be happy, to not have to fight in this world. And yet, here was Nature’s response to her question.

How much longer will you hide?

There had to be another solution.

“If we can’t hide, and we can’t fight, what exactly do you expect us to do?”

It was quite silent again, and then she felt a breeze. She’d asked it wrong. Nature was laughing at her. If she wanted an answer from the forest, she needed to remind herself of who she was speaking to.

“Quid vis facere?”

Quid?

Quid? ​

Quid?
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Memoro.

Memoro coram te quaesivit salvos. ​

I remember when you wanted to survive. ​

Salvos.
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Ubi salvos at te?

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Non vis vivere? ​

Cum sit una mater, te superesse necesse est.​

To be one with your Mother, you must survive.

There was a major difference between her and the force that was Nature. Nature did not fear man, did not fear anything. Nature would not be challenged or decimated the way Alitura believed her people could be. The major difference, however, was strength. Nature could fight through much of human’s influence. Did Alitura need strength? Strength couldn’t be just it. She needed more than strength. She needed...to….

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could catch them.

“Ludere ludum longiore.”

You must play the long game.
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Ludere ludum longiore. ​

Ludum.

Ludum.​

Ludum.
​

Ludum.​

Frui solis. ​

Enjoy the sun.

Nature loved to speak, but speaking in riddles was her favorite past time. As far as Alitura was concerned, there was no time left to enjoy much of anything, she thought as she made her way back to the city. She had to keep moving. Maybe she could figure out what enjoying the sun exactly represented. The hushed voices as she came into the main room to make sure her diplomats were ready, wetting the floor, only worried her momentarily. It was most likely her damp attire, or maybe it was the fact that their leader was going to head in the direction of the voices they'd heard. The latter probably held their attention more than fresh water.

“Mother, wait! What if…”

Alitura found herself looking down at a younger Lepus, who seemed frightened.

“What if you don’t return? What will we do?”

The darling thing seemed frazzled, and that only hardened Tura’s resolve. Tura bent to look the child in the eyes, and her smile was genuine once more.

“You will survive. I will return. Or you will come to me. Nevertheless, you will survive. I will make sure of that, I promise.”

She placed a soft hand on the child’s cheek, wiping away the young one’s tears.

“I promise.”

As she stood, her people bowed solemnly.

“And to all of you. As I said earlier, please stay safe. Continue to build and make more settlements while you await my return. Make sure to hold on and keep each other close. Omnes tam amare.”

I love you all very much.

The older Lepus knew the true answer to the child’s question, but they dared not speak it, especially while the child was around. To ruin a child’s idea of the truth like that, especially after the Queen Mother had offered comfort, would do nothing but bring more pain to the severity of the situation.

If Alitura did not return, then on the next year, they would have to elect a new Queen Mother, as they’d done before her reign, and as they had when her own mother had reigned before her.

As was the way of Nature. They had to continue on.

 

[Athanas]

The flames were everywhere. The trees were burning, each like a pyre dedicated to the dead. The grass and sapling were burning, leaving large patches of flame all around. Left and Right, people of all species and nations were ablaze. In the many patches of non-scorched earth, his marauders and warriors were slaughtering what wasn't on fire and destroying what wasn't alive. He saw a massive Minotaur rip the roof off a house, cleaving the family within with but a heavy cleave from his massive axe. A plague-shaman pointed his finger at three soldiers, and they collapsed to the ground, cockroaches pouring out of every orifice.

His armor was blazing almost to the point of glowing red-hot. The pain was unbearable, but somehow it didn't bother his movements. Only his mind felt the horrible charring, the sensation forcing him to constantly move forward, for if he stopped, then his body would feel it too. His armor was caked with blood, and in his hand was not his own warhammer, but a sword made of an unknown black and red metal. Pure primordial energy was radiating from it, and he knew that the fire was at least partially it's doing.

Suddenly, there was a booming thunder from the sky. He looked above, and the sight shocked even him.

The sky was falling. Cracks were appearing all over it, as if though it were some sort of glass pane. Thunder and fire could be seen on all sides, and energy was surging, like a massive, magical, thunderstorm.
'Varghul" came the voices. Unlike the hushed whispers he occasionally heard, this time, they were booming. Deafening, almost, but not due to volume, as much as sheer presence. "Thou Hast....Pleased us. Thou art... A true...Champion to our cause."
The sky cracked further. The energy swirled. As if though the sky was a veil being lifted, he could just barely make out some figures beyond the cracks. His own eyes couldn't understand what he was seeing. The forms were bigger than mountains, stranger than oceans, and more powerful than anything.

"Now, Be one, with your destiny!"
The sky cracked completely. A blinding light filled his vision, and the searing pain increased hundredfold.

Varghul woke up abruptly, panting and covered in sweat. For a few minutes, he could do nothing but lie there in agony. He still felt the fire on his skin, somehow, and the spikes in his mind. He grabbed the bed's sheet, some rough furs taken from one of the many beasts of the region, and grasped it tightly. Once the pain had subsided enough, he rose with a groan, and donned his heavy armor. The familiar inner flame roared to life as he did so, a permanent reminder of his duty. But not the only one....

For the past few months he had been extremely vulnerable and exposed, owing to the many small wars for the right to rule the Ascendant. Varghul could not fathom how it would even be possible for the other warheads to disrespect him so. Was he not the obvious champion of the Gods? Were they not convinced by his blazing armor? Ah, no matter. Their heads were mounted on a wall now, prized trophies, and reminders to all those who would dare oppose him.

He exited his chambers, climbing the steps to reach the upper levels. Outside the windows and parapets, he could see the wasteland that surrounded the fist. The sight never failed to bring a smile on his face. It reminded him that the Gods, trapped though they may be, still held power over this world. And, as their favored son, he would be with the winning side.

Spoiler

Below, he could see the Ascendant. Almost all of them preparing for war, as they should. He could see the young fight brutally in the Mustering grounds, eager to prove their worth and be deemed worthy of going on a mighty raid. He saw some of the taskmasters, the fiends of the pits, whose cruelty made even the staunchest of marauders take pause. They were busy branding the slaves, taken from the last loyalists of his rival armies. A bad of hunters were currently hunched over a map, pondering on how to best capture their prey. All as it should be...

He entered the throne room, his mere presence causing the trophies and guards to drop and give a bow. His retainers did not, only putting a fist to their hearts and dipping their heads slightly. After all, they had gained the right to consider themselves worthy of their Warlord's respect.

He sat upon the large Iron throne, decorated with skulls and ornate weapons taken from foes. He savored the moment for a few more seconds, and then spoke. His voice was distorted, booming and otherwordly, courtesy of the armor

"Loyal Retainers! After many months of silence, the Gods have shown me a most awe-inspiring vision. I know exactly what sort of Omen this is. The Gods are restless, and they demand war!"

The retainers banged their weapons in approval upon hearing this, for they too, were getting tired of the pacifism. He continued:
"Send word to the packmaster. He is to lead his hounds inside the forest. Scouts claimed that therein lie people, and settlements. He is to spare most of them: We will need slaves to fuel our future conquests!"

Once more the retainers cheered and clanged their weapons together, however, this time, an orc rose up from the sides. He was a shaman, and as such, was given an honorary position by the Warlord's side.

"Warlord, I share your bloodlust and eagerness for battle, but I fear we may be assaulting them all too soon. They may be savages, trained in the arts of war and populous beyond measure. Mayhaps, if we waited for our forces to grow somewhat...."

Varghyl slowly turned, and, although his face was concealed, one could tell he was irritated. "Doubt not my decision, shaman. The Gods sent me a sign, and I shall oblige. Besides, even if they were to attack, they would be great fools. You know that no outsider may come near the fist without the brand. Let them approach, and feel the Wrath of the Gods upon them!"

The shaman dared not push the matter any further, and the retainers roared in approval of the decision. It was time for blood to be shed again.


Later that month

The small farming settlement of the Leoporidae was quiet and peaceful under the moonlit sky. It was so beautiful that many of the residents had elected to sleep outside tonight, bringing big blankets and cuddling with each other for warmth as they stared into the sky.
Life was good for them. After all, who'd find them here, in the forest?

Nearby, however, very low growls could be heard, as the mutated, vicious warhounds eyed their prey. The handlers restrained them, however, in fear of traps. It wasn't possible that the people would just sleep exposed like that, with no care given to set up sentries or dig trenches or erect palisades, right? No, it was probably a trap, and they had sent two handlers with some pups to go around and encircle them, just to ensure there was nothing amiss.

Sure enough, within minutes the maneuver was done, and once again, there was no sign of an ambush. The handlers could hardly believe their own luck. Slowly, they moved into better positions, each eyeing and pinpointing his hounds target. Most of the people would leave, but they figured that making an example out of their pets would very strongly send the right sentiment... And somewhat satisfy both their bloodlust and the bloodlust of their hounds.

In a moment, the order was given. The pack slowly inched closer and closer, until finally, when there was but a few meters of distance between them, they lunged, barking and screeching. Their training prevented them from maiming the humanoids, or at least, most of the humanoids, as some, in their panic to flee, tried to break through the circle of hounds, only to be viciously mauled. Those that tried to come to their aid were threatened and shoved back by the handlers, who brandished long blades.

Their four-legged friends were not so lucky. The hounds viciously caught many, mangling their hind legs so they could not escape, and then proceeding to toy with them for several agonizing minutes. Even the babies were not spared, as the hounds were intelligent enough to know how to dig.

It didn't take long for the rest of the humanoids to fall flat on their faces at the handler's request. Upon doing so, they were bound to prevent escape.

The packmaster, a brutish man named Xel, took a few steps back and appreciated the sight. Many slaves had been caught, and with no casualties on his side: The Gods would be pleased. In a booming voice, he addressed the captives.

"Listen, Outsider scum! Your pathetic lives will not end just yet. You will be led back to our stronghold, to serve the true Gods. If you try to escape, or hurt any of us...." He paused and merely pointed behind him, where his own two hounds were torturing a rabbit. One dragged it by it's broken leg, causing it massive agony but not severing it. The other had bitten off it's ear and tail, and was now sawing off the other ear. The rabbit screeched in panic, but could not escape. It was a heart-wrenching sight, but these men had hearts no longer: In fact, Xel found the screaming enjoyable. Luckily for him, his hounds had caught plenty.

Having made his point, he took out a cattle brand, putting it over the fire until it turned red-hot, the screams of the woman joining the already-existing cacophony of the rabbits. For the next few hours, the small clearing which had been a loving sanctuary barely twenty minutes ago was turned into a nightmare of agony and wailing. The marauders were blissful, and decided to take an hour or two to cook some of the dead rabbits: A good meal is always due after a very enjoyable night, and from what they had gathered, these people were clueless in the ways of war. They were naught but free prey. Eventually, as the night began to give way to the light, the pack was once again on the move, the weeping of the captives at great odds with the nochalant conversation about whether or not they should wait before claiming one of the women as a trophy.

Actions: Move Hounds to G8
Hounds take Enslave action
Training a unit of hunters

 

[CaptainSully]

Tags: None

The Cathedral of Blood was a fitting name for the ancient structure, predating even Alucard Carmine. It’s walls were crimson red, caked in millennia’s worth of blood that if scrubbed off would just reappear moments later. For all of its years of existence it looked eternally new as if only built days previously. The stained glass windows glowed in the moonlight crack free while the walls were completely pristine in their state.That all being taken into account, not a soul dared tread the steps leading to its giant doors unless they wished death or complete madness. Throughout the eternal darkness of the Carmine Empire nothing drew as much dread or fear as the Cathedral. That said, one man had entered the Cathedral and emerged unscathed, untouched by the poison within...Alucard Carmine

“My Lord one of the Fuchs Princes attempted to enter the Cathedral. Suffice to say he has not been seen since.” The turned messenger had previously been an Orc before succumbing to the lure of eternal life. “His father is upset and wants to know why we allow such a place to exist?”

Sat beneath the permanent moonlit night a figure rested on a throne made of the finest silver. The words pricked his ears and a rage began to build within his chest, his strength of mind the only thing able to keep it sated. The figure rose to reveal a long mane of white hair flanking a pale blue face with crimson, piercing eyes. A long black coat of elegance was covered by a large cloak that danced with each movement as if having a life of its own. Turning to the source of the voice the figure revealed himself to be Alucard.

“His father...my own son...he knows the reason it exists. I have spoken with him in detail of it. Return the message that if he wishes to speak about this once more then he has only to come see me.” Alucard looked to his right to see a picture of his son Rutger Fuchs, a mountain of a man whose sized dwarfed even his own. Even with size and an army behind him, there was a reason nobody dared challenge Alucard.

Alucard returned his gaze to the messenger and raised an eyebrow. “Are you still here?”

The messenger bowed hurriedly before rushing from the chamber to give Rutger his father’s message. Alucard raised a hand and from across the room, pushed the door shut with his magic. His power was astronomical, it seemed almost wasteful to use it on something as simple as shutting an open door.

He returned to his throne and stared up at the full moon above, taking in the sight of a bat swarm dancing underneath it’s gaze. For animals with a reputation tied to death and destruction, there was something graceful about the way they danced in the moonlight that soothed Alucard. He soon felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber, the lick of the cold wind against his skin turning to the warm embrace of his dreams.

A soft voice whispered close to the ear of Alucard, it’s soft, dulcet tones filling his body with a warmth he had not felt since his humanity. “Come...come to me…”

Alucard opened his eyes to find himself in the place that only he had ever seen...the altar within the Cathedral of Blood. The walls of the altar room were awash with constant streams of blood pouring down them, the air thick with the smell of stale blood and decaying flesh. Across the many pulpits of the room were the remains of those who the Cathedral had taken so that it could feed. Most were stripped of their flesh, others to the bone but it was one that stood out. Arnold, Rutger’s son, Alucard’s grandson, sat staring up at the altar with lifeless eyes. His flesh flaked and peeled one bit at a time, floating towards the blood falls coating the walls. There was nothing he could do for the boy, he had attempted to free people on his first visit to the altar room but to no avail. The consciousness of the bodies had long since been taken by the Cathedral to feed, the bodies taking a lot longer to consume than the soul.

WIth the grace that he was known for he glided across the floor towards the altar, locking his gaze on the giant monstrosity. In his former life he had seen giant golden sculptures right down to wooden mannequins utilised as altars but before him was a writhing creature made of flesh. It’s distorted, grotesque features spewed forth all manners of bloodied fluids that all seeped into the darkened cracks of the floor. The horrific smell amplified exponentially with each movement forward, tearing at the nostrils of Alucard with unrestricted ferocity. His throat tightened as the abhorrent altar was in touching range, the smell so strong that even his taste buds recoiled in horror. Stopping a few feet away from the hulking mass of gore his eyes locked onto a large gash that formed from its base right to its top. From it a blinding light shot forth, coating the room in white such was its strength. A silhouette appeared at a great distance away, slowly approaching with a sultry walk that mirrored a shapely woman. What always worried Alucard was the light not cutting at his eyes, he thought that maybe this is what drove those who survived entering the Cathedral to total madness. Then with a simple blink the silhouette was before him, no more than a few feet away but with no discernable features...simply a shadow.

The alluring voice returned as a shadowed hand reached out towards his cheek, slowly running the back of it across the Carmine leaders pale skin. “I am sorry my pet...your grandson...he..his…” several orgasmic growls interrupted the shadows speech before it could finally continue. “...he tasted so good that I had to have him.”

Alucards fists clenched so tight that his fingernails drove deep into the palms of his hands, drawing blood. He had never risked striking out at the figure before him for fear of reprisal, seeing what had happened to his kin was enough to keep his temper tamed.

“I can see that this upsets you...but I do not care. I will eat when I please and whoever I please. You are nothing beyond my servant and the eternal life I gifted you was something to help stave off my hunger. Immortals taste so much better than mortals.” The shadowed figure let out a high pitched cackle, finding its own twisted humour delightful. All the while Alucard focussed all his efforts into leaving his sword sheathed. The silhouette could see the struggle and leant forward, pressing what could only be described as its lips firmly against Alucard’s cold flesh. As it finished its kiss, it whispered in the leaders ear. “You would be dead before you finished drawing your sword.” Drawing its head back the shadow laughed before saying one last thing. “Now begone, remember your place!”

Then in an instant Alucard found himself back on his silver throne staring up at the moon above. All hopes of it being a dream were gone as the odour of gore and decay still taunted his nostrils. Alucard bared his teeth, revealing his long, pointed fangs. He let out a beastial roar that travelled for miles around Sylvania. He rose from his throne and began to pummel the oversized solid silver chair until it was nothing more than a flattened piece of metal on the floor. He looked at his hands as the deep nail marks on his palms faded away as if their existence had been part of his imagination but the blood coated silver mass on the floor said otherwise.

His raged in silence, his voice shouting within his own mind at his own weakness and inability to protect his people from the creature. “What sort of king would allow this to happen to his people? Why do I fear this creature? This demon? WHY?!” The internal monologue soon ended and Alucard retired to his chamber.

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• Main
• Actions
• Current Status

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  Actions: Actions for current turn.
  Current Status: Projected coin/population generation and bonuses.
  
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  ⦿ Structures:
  
  
  • Cathedral of Blood I | The Cathedral that is the center of the Empire and it's growth lures people from all over the world to it's walls. Gain population each turn equal to the number of enemy settlements divided by five, rounded up.​
  
  
  • The Belfry I | The Belfry is the organisation led by the Strieber Family. Their necromantic magic has allowed them to build a vast work force that can be deployed on a moments notice. May take an additional action as long as it is building a structure.​
  
  ⦿ New Policy:
  
  
  • Immortal Scientists | Immortality means that the Carmine keep their more intelligent scientists for eternity rather than losing them to something as trivial as death. -2 turns to reaserch at +1 resource. If it becomes 0 turns then may do an additional research with the +1 cost.​
  
  
  • Spreading Darkness | Any tile within one square of a Carmine settlement is considered Carmine territory and as such settlements can be built without the need for a unit. In addition, all enemy units in Carmine territory roll a D10 each turn. On 8+ they die as the beasts and monsters of night eat them. While this policy is in place eternal darkness is now a 4+ to kill Carmine units.​
  
  ⦿ Necromancy:
  
  
  • Summon Undead | Summon Undead at Farming Settlement.​
  • Structure Turn Reduction | Reduce turn cost by 1.​
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  Resources
  
  +Current: 6
  +Natural Turn Gain: 2
  +Forests/Mountains: 2
  +Farming Settlements: 2
  -Structures: 2 (Undead Builders Trait)
  
  End of Turn Amount: 9
  
  Population
  
  +Current: 10
  +Farming Settlements: 2
  +Settlements at start of turn: 2x2 = 4
  
  End of Turn Amount: 16​

 

[Just_a_loneley_pilgrim]

Laeroth was watching over the forest as somekind of guardian angle. The murmuring pines bearded with moss made him feel at peace. After hundreds of years it looked like his people had finally found a safehaven. And from that moment the time passed, days and days went by without anything special happening. But Laeroth knew that most parts of "his" forest wasnt even explored fully. On this day Laeroth Father of the elves decided that the people of Lothren wouldnt sleep anymore. Laeroth turned around making his way to the throne hall but he was suddenly stopped by his son Elluin.
"Father, when will the time arrive when i can create my own legend. Youre the man who defeated the orcs and stories are still being told of your greatness. When will my time come!".
"My son you have arrived on just the right moment. I am sending you to go and build your legend, we should claim this forest before its too late."
Eluin looked suprised but he was mostly excited. Laeroth continued "I want you to spread the message to all the members of the council."

"I am on it father"
The council was informed and not shortly after organised a meeting. There they all stood in a dimly lit room, they were clearly important people. You could recognize they had a high status by their clothes. The decorative pattern of falling leaves on their mantles in combination with gold and silver jewelry made them look like people of nobility. And in this case they were people of blue blood. They all stood around a big round wooden table and at the head of the table stood Laeroth. Standing at 7 feet he blocked all the moonlight but therefor he looked more gracious then ever. His white hair became angelic in combination with moonlight and his

armour shined brightly.
"My dear lords i think its time for us elves to go and explore. The capital has maybe become a safe haven but we still have a our duty to gaurd this forest. Therefor i am thinking of sending my son Eluin to go beyond our borders. But first i wanted to ask the permission of my wise councilors"
A fair blackhaired elf with a scar across his face stood up. "My King i think its indeed time for us to go and explore. I see no wrong in this plan therefor i shall give you my permission as one of the ten councilors."
The other councilors stood up and gave their permission too after the blackhaired elf Aelendil gave his permission.
This was much easier than Laethor expected and he was very satisfied with the outcome.
"Then it has been decided". Without Laethor knowing the fate of the elves had taken a drastic turn and all under the moons watchful eyes.



Actions:
* send 1 ranger to E21 (and explore)
* send 1 ranger to F22
* start recruitment of 1 ranger unit











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[Bruhaha]

People of Alturia

Flavor Text for Action 1

Jimenez brought his group of conspirators around the table. Leaning their rifles and pikes against the wall, Jimenez lit his pipe.

"Gentlemen, the state of stagnation the Tetrad council has lead us into has continued to cause us poverty and famine. The Tetrad are no holy men, its time we do something about this sham of a leadership."

"You've had this talk for years." grated an old man from the dusty and dark corner of the room. "And what will you do to liberate us from this terror council, Jimenez?" The man continued scathingly.

"We take the bold road, and kill them when they go by carriage to the Temple tomorrow." Jimenez growled bitterly, "Too long have our children gone hungry while they feast themselves on our coin and our livestock".

Silence hung in the air just as the dust motes did floating in the torch light. The men were shocked at the audacity of the statement.
...
...
Jimenez let his hand lock nervously around his pistol-- Had he gone too far? Suddenly, a force smashed his head down into the table. Jimenez saw stars. There was a cacophony of shouting as rising men drew pistols and sabres, brandishing them at each other as guardsmen quickly filed in, the little band had been infiltrated and now, none could tell friend from foe. Guardsmen of the Tetrad lowered pikes and shouted. Jimenez's vision went black.

Jimenez awoke in the belly of La Castillion, the Tetrad's seat of power. Red tapestries were dimly illuminated by whale oil lanterns.
"Jimenez?" whispered a burly pilgrim priest kneeling before him." Jimenez blinked away the stars and looked up at the man, barely seeing him in the complete blackness "Wha--?" he started to mumble, he was cut off when the pilgrim priest punched him hard across the face.

Jimenez heard clattering as some of his teeth scattered across the marble.

The pilgrim priest seized a tuft of his hair, "It is time for you to atone for your many sins, Jimenez. The orders from Zacharro are clear, you are to ride with your men to the ruins two months ride from here, you are to scavenge for holy relics of our fore-fathers, and bring back what ever you can find. Only then will your soul be allowed consideration for admittance into heaven. The tetrad have spoken. If you return with nothing, your unit shall be purged."

Action 1: Desperados move from Q24 to R24.


Flavor Text Action 2
Maestro Carlos entered the church. Organs belched out sound and a swell of voices assaulted Carlos' ears, while he choked on incense and smoke. Carlos folded his hands, walking slowly down the side of the church. Carlos stooped to enter an ornately carved confession booth. Carlos lifted the bird beaked masked from his twisted and pocked face and stared towards the mesh screen of the booth. "Forgive me father for I have sinned..." He began...
*BAM*
The mesh screen inside the booth slammed open.
Maestro Carlos sat facing the Arch Judge Zacharro, clad in his rich red robes and red skull cap.

Carlos let his fear get the better of him. Zacharro was easily the wisest, and possessed the most integrity of the Tetrad council members, but that didn't mean he wasn't a cruel man and harsh in the way he served the nation.

"Silence, and drop the act." Interrupted Zaccharro. "You are very late Maestro Carlos, in the name of God, our nation cannot afford to wait on tardy agents."

Carlos dropped his mangled face, looking to the ornate tiles below, "Apologies father, I am following the false prophet, Santiago, as you ordered."

Zaccharro cut him off again, brandished a red gloved finger; "Your orders are to change, Santiago is now the least of your worries, Carlos, take your men and move through the mountains. If we are to take control of the Tetrad council, we must secure more and more resources. The father of heaven above has commanded us to go forth into this land and steward it, raise a new mining town. The capital will soon grow bloated and filthy, I will gather families to settle there. Report to me once you have completed your task."

Carlos clenched his hands: "Am I, a distinguished Maestro, to be reduced to settling mining settlements?", "Very well" Muttered Carlos, but what of the false prophet?

"I will handle Santiago myself, this false prophet must be discredited before he is killed, and only I have the wit necessary to destroy this man. He knows his scripture well, and the people adore him. I will send my chief scribe to debate him and trap him in heresy. Killing him now would be foolish. Now go, before I change my mind, remember all that I have promised you, and forgot not your place in heaven for which you strive."

Action 2 Result:
Maestro de Enfermada moves from P22 to Q21 .

Flavor Text Action 3
Maestra Hanna limped up from her boat on the holy Lake Iglesia in the desert, the crutch allowed her to move, but her missing leg made all movements unsteady. Her thoughts still lay on the unassuming man she had met from Guyana. Guyanese men were normally simple, uneducated, and maybe even brutish. This one was different, speaking softly to her when he approached her.

He took her hand tenderly, staring into her eyes saying:

"Hear me, you Maestra. For the All-Father your God, has spoken:" “I reared children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me. The ox knows its master, the donkey its owner’s manger, but the country of Altura does not know, my people do not understand, go I shall send a messenger, his devoted, to prepare the way of their God. To you, daughter Maestra and to the others, I grant this great commission, to spread the light of the All-Father to the world”

Back in Valencia now, Hannah met with her friends, sailors, and soldiers to tell them of her new vision for the country, and the man she had met.

Hannah was missing many fingers, making it difficult to don her beaked mask, but she managed it with her friend's help. Nodding her thanks, her band of motley stumbled and staggered their way out of Valencia for the last time.

Action 3: Maestro de Enfermada moves from Q24 to P25.

TLDR:
Action 1: Desperados move from Q24 to R24 to explore.
Action 2: Maestro de Enfermada moves from P22 to Q21.
Action 3: Maestro de Enfermada moves from Q24 to P25.

 

[Trektek]

Turn 1, Month 2, Year 320 (In game first Year)
Athanas , cinnabuns , Just_a_loneley_pilgrim , Bruhaha , Emperor1 , The_split_Nation , LadyOfStars , CaptainSully

The air was getting crisper as the temperature began to cool. The fall was upon them and soon enough, winter would begin to emerge. Those in the Northern lands would begin to feel the harsh cold of the icy season as the snow would begin to fall next month. But for now, all could enjoy the cool air of the season.

Inziim began to pour over the incoming reports from the nations. It was a shame that the nation of Sors Leporidae had their peaceful ways disrupted by the Ascendant. he felt bad for the young bunny people, but there was little that he could do without a direct intervention. It was then that an idea struck him and he summoned a scout to go relay something very important.

The other nations were beginning the usual aspect of expanding and exploring in order to fortify their nations. That was to be expected in the early months. He knew that it would soon become difficult for movement in the Northern territories due to the wintery snowfall, but for now, they could move around with ease.

The lich began to pour over more notes and reports, something didn't seem to add up. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured up a 3D map of the continent. "Hmm. That is so, is it not. I had not expected a move so soon. Those dwarves are troublesome. Luckily there is still some time."



The Jade Union
Resources: 17 Population: 12

The troops were moved into position to secure the locations for the new mining settlements. Soon enough, they would be able to begin building their new work homes and bring about great wealth to the Jade Union.

The scouts moved deeper into the mountains and came across an old crumbling pagoda tower that looked as though it was from ages past. (To explore head to Diplomacy channel 1)

Kingdom of Hjemriget
Resources: 9 Population: 14

The kingdom of Vikings soon took on a new policy that made them more in tune with the nature around them, decreasing the cost and actions of building buildings and settlements. The people rejoiced at this new policy and began to celebrate with lots of ale.

The Diplomat that moved to the coastline, was able to gaze out deeply across the waters and see another shoreline across the way. His eyes soon drifted to an old beached boat that upon further inspection was damaged. Most likely due to a storm or damage from large waves. It looked larger and more capable than any boat that they possessed currently. With a keen eye he realized that if they invested 4 resources, the boat could be repaired.

Sors Leporidae
Resources: 6 Population: 18

A cloaked figure approaches the Queen of the Leporidae and bows before her. "My queen. I have some vital information for you before you enter such dark lands." (Diplomacy channel 2)

The Bunnies had realized that in all the time that they had spent in their forest home, hidden away, that they had never fully explored it's depths. Upon exploring deeper, they found a hidden cash of gold coins in a series of chests. Most likely war funds from the revolution against the Dark Orcs, or from something else. (+4 Resources)

The Gardner and the Researcher head out to also explore the hidden elements of the forest. Who knew what sort of wonders it might bring? Upon looking deeper into a darker portion of the home, the bunnies found a strange building made out of a strange material they had never seen before, looking similar to metal. It was partially over grown and something that seemed doorlike could be found after prying off some moss. (Diplomacy Channel 3)

The Dominion of the Ascendant
Resources: 7 Population: 11

The GODS have given the leader of the ascendant a vision. The island to the far North west holds a secret that will be necessary to complete their conquest and free the GODS from their slumber

The Hounds enslave the bunnies and gain +4 slave units that move at 1 tile per move action. If at any point slaves are left unattended, they immediately scatter and flee back to their home country.

A unit of hunters is trained from the Capital City, ready to sow destruction and chaos among their enemies.

The hounds and their masters search the location that they were making camp for enslaving the bunnies and discovered a pack of wild dogs. (+1 Hound Unit)

The Carmine Empire
Resources: 9 Population: 16

Undead begin to swarm into the farming settlement in order to protect it from possible invaders as darkness begins to spread across the lands for ease of travel of its vampire subjects.

There is talk of unrest among the people. They know that at the rate of people coming to their Empire, it will soon be filled beyond recognition.

There is talk of a cult of the light springing up within the farming settlement.

Kingdom Of Lothren
Resources: 12 Population: 15

A new batch of rangers have been trained in the home settlement.

The elves have always been hidden away, far from the world, but now they have decided to expand within the borders of their large home forest in order to reap the benefits and secure the area within their land. Exploring the deep forest, a ranger came upon a slumbering beast that began to wake as soon as it detected the presence of the ranger. The creature was green with moss growing off of it, 2 large tusks and giant clawed hands.
"Who dares to disturb my slumber?"
(Diplomacy channel 4)

Altura
Resources: 12 Population: 14

The Desperados began to explore the desert stretch near the lake. One of the members was thirsty and bend down to take a drink of water, only to recoil when they saw a figure under the water. A woman made seemingly of water emerged from the lake and smiled deeply at the soldiers. One of you must be worthy of my gift. Which among you is it? (Diplomacy Channel 5)​

 

[CaptainSully]

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The previous night had disturbed Alucard to his core, challenged his very being and belief in himself. He arose from his slumber with a burning sensation racking his body, something he had not felt before. A clinging film of sweat doused his skin and the bedsheets beneath him peeled away slowly as he arose. He ran his hands through his damp hair and floated towards the window, allowing the cold breeze to lick at his body. The attempt to cease the burning within failed and began to eke out into his extremities.

“What is this that I feel?!” The question to himself pricked the ears of a man behind him who had entered in silence.

Similar in stature to Alucard, the visitor had the same long, bone white hair. He cast a menacing figure with his own shadow appearing to have a life of its own, twisting and distorting in the moonlight. His attire was made of long black robes decorated with ornate armour that mimicked the human skeleton. Milky white eyes were deep set in a face that was wrinkled far beyond Alucard’s, the sign of someone who had long worked with necromancy.

“Father, your retainer summoned me after hearing your groans as you slept.” The deep, gruff voice was from Johann Strieber, the patriarch of the Strieber family. The master of necromancy was Alucard’s physician and psychologist as much as he was his son. Even with their immortality and ability to resist human illness and disease, being a vampire came with its own issues.

“Hmmmph…” groaned Alucard, “...it is nothing my son. I simply had a nightmare.”

There was a shakiness to Alucard’s voice that Johann had never experienced before and it sent a chill through his core. He approached his father with a grace belying his appearance, almost floating across the stone floor beneath his feet. As his father came closer into view, he could see the moon’s reflection from the slick of sweat that covered him from head to toe. He paused for a moment, his pale eyes opening wide in shock at the sight of his father. He had never seen him in such a way before.

“I have known you for millennia...I am your first child...You need not lie to me.” Johann reached out to his father’s shoulder with his hand only for the Carmine leader to thrust it away with the back of his hand.

“Do not touch me!” he snapped. “I simply have a fever, I will be fine in a day.”

Anyone else would have left the room at Alucard’s reaction but not Johann. The Strieber patriarch was entirely devoted to his father and with him in this state, even if it was just a fever, he would not leave until satisfied he was ok.

“If it is just a fever then I would be more than willing to help relieve the discomfort for you.” Johann raised his hands before him to prepare a magic spell for him.
“NO! WHAT DO YO….” Alucard shouted in disapproval before falling to his knees. He let out roars of pain as his arms hugged his torso tight. His attempt to hide his affliction behind his pride failed as it poured forth in cries of agony.

Johann’s outstretched arms began to glow a ghostly shade of pale green, a mist like wave of magical energy began to float towards his agonised father. The glow of the spell wrapped itself around every part of Alucards for a moment before disappearing into nothingness. As it faded Johann stood with his mouth agape, his long fangs exposed in his shock.

“I...I can feel the Cathedral...The blood...It flows within you…” The usually assured, bass noted voice of Johann shook with worry. The Cathedral of Blood was a cursed place that had long taunted the Carmine and in his mind Johann worried that his father was next.

With the news from his son that the Cathedral and the beast from within it was the cause of his pain, he let out a roar of anger. The walls of his room shook violently and Johann was lucky to remain standing on his feet as power radiated out from the angered leader. The burning sensation within him began to turn to a far more familiar coldness and allowed him to return to his feet. Where he would often control his anger, it was now in full flow throughout his body. His teeth were bared like a ferocious beast and his exposed torso was hunched over as if ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. Johann took several steps back as he looked at his fathers fall into the beastial nature of their condition. He did not fear his father, it was the power within him that made him give space to his parent.

“This thing...this creature that has taunted us for millennia...I am done with it!” Alucard’s words were clear and rage filled, the room shaking with each syllable he spoke. Never had such power been seen within the walls of the Black Citadel but Alucard had never been driven to this point before. He could feel the power flowing through him, driven by anger, amplified by rage and it had given him one direction. “The Cathedral and whatever resides in it...it dies!”

Alucard turned to the balcony behind him and looked out towards the Cathedral of Blood. It’s bloodstained walls glowed in the moonlight as bright lights erupted from behind its stained glass windows. It was a display of power, an attempt to taunt and subdue Alucard but the vampire was no longer scared. All fear, all hesitation had been replaced with irrevocable rage towards the being within the Cathedral.

The voice from within began to call to him, threatening a torturous eternity filled with incomprehensible suffering. The words did nothing but fuel the power within Alucard as he stepped onto the balcony ledge. Stepping off the ledge he plummeted to the floor beneath, hitting the dirt with a heavy crack. The mud and stone kicked beneath him rose into the air and clouded the area. From it Alucard emerged unscathed, the haze parting as the power surrounding him drove it away.

Once more the voice returned, its assuredness now cracking under the realisation that maybe, just maybe, it had pushed Alucard too far. The vampire felt the familiar warmth of the Cathedral’s call drape over him, trying to pull him into the altar room like the many times before. However this time he found himself continuing along the path towards the large, wooden doors of the Cathedral. He had never been able to resist the call before but now was different, now he had unleashed his full potential within. The voice of the being ceased as it realised the futility of its efforts. Instead it simply prepared for Alucard’s arrival.

The steps up to the entrance were coated in blood much like the walls of the appropriately named building. Alucard could feel resistance with each movement forward, the entity trying to push him back with its power. However outside of its walls it was nowhere near enough to affect the approaching leader.

Atop the steps Alucard moved to the towering wooden doors and smiled. The dread that the Cathedral of Blood once exuded was replaced with a palpable fear. Even with his unleashed power he knew that any fight would be dangerous within the walls of the Cathedral but the fact the being was scared...it gave him confidence. He raised his hand to the door as if to knock but instead, with a simple flick of his fingers sent out a wave of power tore the massive doors from their hinges. They hit the floor with a deafening crash but Alucard was unphased and unflinching as he entered the Cathedral. He stepped inside with the smile still stretched across his face.

“There is nowhere for you to hide...it is time for you to pay.”

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• Main
• Actions
• Current Status

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  Actions: Actions for current turn.
  Current Status: Projected coin/population generation and bonuses.
  
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  ⦿ Structures:
  
  
  • Cathedral of Blood II | As the Cathedral lures people they bring with them their wealth and resources. Gain resources equal to the total number of other nations settlements divided by five.​
  
  
  • The Belfry II | Often with research the lack of willing test subjects make things difficult. Now the Belfry provide assistance to research through their undead. May take an additional action as long as it is research.​
  
  
  • The Night Barracks I | The place where the forces of the Carmine Empire are trained and made ready for war. When recruiting a unit, an additional may be recruited at the appropriate cost.​
  
  ⦿ Settlement:
  
  
  • Farming Settlement | Built immediately south of other farming settlement.​
  
  ⦿ Research:
  
  
  • Necromancy I | Improved necromancy at the Belfry has allowed for stronger undead to be raised. +1 attack and +1 defence to Undead units.​
  
  
  • Roads | Roads allow quick movement between settlements. New settlements cost +1 resource but give double movement to other linked settlements.​
  
  ⦿ Necromancy:
  
  
  • Summon Undead | Summon Undead at tile with army.​
  • Settlement Cost Reduction | Reduce resource cost by 1.​
  
  ⦿ Explore:
  
  
  • Explore Farmland | The units within the farmlands attempt to follow the rumours of a cult and if found accurate, to root them out and make an example of them.​
  
  
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  Resources
  
  +Current: 9
  +Natural Turn Gain: 2
  +Forests/Mountains: 2
  +Farming Settlements: 2
  -Structures: 3 (Undead Builders Trait)
  -Reaserch: 2
  -Settlement: 1 (Undead Builders, Necromancy)
  
  End of Turn Amount: 9
  
  Population
  
  +Current: 16
  +Farming Settlements: 2
  +Settlements at start of turn: 2x2 = 4
  +Cathedral of Blood: 3
  
  End of Turn Amount: 25​

 

[LadyOfStars]

The Jade Union​

Although the weather was changing, things seemed to be the same as they always were in the valley. The fields were still green for now and the snow was still on the mountain tops. The citizens in the capital were actually beginning to prepare for the Winter Solstice Festival. For the peaceful denizens of the valley something like the festival was a major deal as it got everyone excited and moving. Something else that got people excited was the news of two new settlements being built to expand the Jade Union’s territory. That would mean more work, new sights, and in the long run the nation would be stronger.

Takamagahara
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While there were still things on the mountain range that the mortal residents had not seen or didn’t know about, the yōkai were fairly knowledgeable about the mountain and its secrets. The most important one at the moment was the pass to the west that separated the two mountain ranges and allowed access to the nearby desert. Centuries ago the leaders drew up plans for the pass and now that they had a large enough workforce it was time to begin.

Daimyo Sayogoromo: “Thank you all for arriving on such short notice.” The kitsune said as he entered the war room and looked over the faces of his many advisors. Reaching into the sleeve of his kariginu the fox pulled out a scroll and casually threw it into the air. As the old parchment unraveled, a green energy filled the air and the particles began to take the shape of a large structure. What it displayed was a wall so large that no yōkai could ever bring it down on their own.

General Zetian: The dragon warlord was confused at first, however her memories caught up with her and she nodded her head to show that she understood. “We”re going along with the tortoise plan now?” Her voice revealed a hint of excitement, anticipation even as her large eyes turned to look at the kitsune. “I have been waiting for this day and now that it’s here, please allow me to spearhead the endeavor.”

The humans present at the table were more than confused, they were lost and some struggled to even comprehend what it was they were being shown.

Daimyo Sayogoromo: “Of course you will lead the mission General Zetian, no one else could be trusted to.” The Fox waved his hand through the air and the particles rearranged themselves to display the two mountain ranges. “Here we shall build a massive wall. When the orcs ravaged this land so long ago, we yōkai were only spared by the grace of these mountains, but if we are to grow then we cannot hide here. We will need villages in more places and this wall will be their mountain. The desert will be sealed off from the outside world and any threats that lurk there.”

Again the humans were lost. While the orcs and their chaos was an old story passed down by the yōkai, none of the humans of the valley ever witnessed the destruction and suffering that the orcs caused. All they had to go on were vague tales.

Minister Seondeok: “Such an undertaking will be very expensive my lord, is it absolutely necessary to spend our resources on this...wall?” As a human and one that wasn’t a warrior, Seondeok underestimated the hardships of war and the struggle of trying to protect large sums of people from a wave of darkness.

Daimyo Sayogoromo: “If the orcs are still present on the continent then you will one day understand why it is the greatest necessity.” His tails flicked and swirled behind him briefly before they laid flat against his legs. Sayogoromo summoned the scroll back to his hand and sealed it up once more. “General Zetian will head west and claim the final region needed for us to own the pass. Once the military encampment is completed we can begin preparations for the wall and Minister Seondeok will head its construction.”

All the advisors bowed their heads to show that they understood and agreed with the Daimyo’s decision. Then they each took a moment to look over their own notes and important matters which needed to be discussed.

Minister Ieyasu: “The settlements are nearly complete Daimyo. Tokugawa in the west and Imagawa to the south.” The komainu spirit bowed his head as he finished speaking and then looked to the others.

Daimyo Sayogoromo: He spared a moment to look around at the others, allowing them a second to say anything else that might be on their minds. When no one spoke up right away, he nodded his head and waved his hand dismissively. “You are all…”

General Zetian: “Before we depart my lord. What should be done if my troops come across outsiders?” Suddenly everyone had the same question and they all turned to their master for the answer.

Daimyo Sayogoromo: “The Jade Union has never and will never start a fight General Zetian. Always approach strangers with peaceful intentions, unless they attempt to cause you harm. In the case of the military settlement…” He had to pause for a moment and think about the possible outcomes that lay before. The pass was important, but was it worth fighting over when the enemy could possibly be an ally. “If you should find the region already inhabited then we shall turn to diplomacy.” Once again he waved his hand to dismiss the advisors and Zetianks take off shook the room, stirring up powerful gusts of wind that rattled the windows.

The orcs has spread enough destruction and turned nations of the past against one another out of desperation for resources and survival. Sayogoromo did not want to be the reason history repeated itself.

Mori

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Ce: “Welcome back everyone!” The foreman cheered loudly as he and the other villagers watched their friends and family return to the mountain top. Every month a small group descended the mountain to travel to the valley and deliver all the resources that they had collected from the mines. “Thanks for all your hard work.”

Even from way up on the mountain they could see the preparations being put together in the capital. The larger than life decorations, all the lanterns, and of course all the music that was being played. While Mori was a small village, they did just as the capital did and had their own decorations to put up for the winter solstice. It was their one day off, so they made sure to go all out.

Tokugawa

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All around the region, would be citizens were putting the finishing touches on small homes that would serve as the foundation of the new village.

Imagawa

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To the south of the capital they were just finishing the first mine shaft and were turning their focus to their new homes.

Actions:

1. Construction of Tokugawa (MnS)
2. Construction of Imagawa (MnS)
3. Send Samurai unit to claim and settle Q20 (Nanbu, Military Settlement)

Status:

Takamagahara: Capital, 1 Mountain Tile

Mori: Mining Settlement, 1 Mountain Tile

Units: 2x Archers, 2x Samurai

Resources: 17 (-3 for new settlement)

 

[cinnabuns]

Post the Second

Spoiler: TL;DR

1 Capital City, 1 Settlement (Farming)
6 Resources, 18 Population, 4 T1 Troops
T1: 2 Gardeners, 1 Nursemaid, 1 Researcher
Actions:
1) Move Researcher and Gardener to H9
2) Move Gardener and Researcher to I10
3) Train Builder troop (Last Turn)
4) Explore (I10)
5) Diplomacy with the Dominion of the Ascendant (Trait: Wise)
Tentative Lineup for Beginning of Next Turn:
6+2+2+4= 14 Resources, 18+2(4+2)= 26 Population, 5 T1 Troops

Spoiler: Before She Left,

Alitura hadn't seen someone appear so quickly in front of her before she'd even managed to get out of her capital city. Her Diplomats had been frightened for a moment, but when they saw Tura's amicable behavior in response to the cloaked figure. When it turned out the figure - Garrack - had been kind and assisted their Queen Mother with her task, her Diplomats were much less afraid of him and, when he left, they waved him off.

Tura looked over the parchment he'd brought her on behalf of Inziim, the Eternal Watcher, her Diplomats moving around her to see as well. What an interesting being, that Inziim. She wondered if he ever felt alone, keeping an eye on everything the world had to offer. She hoped he'd take her offer for tea seriously, that Garrack would actually tell him.

As she slid the necklace around her neck, she felt a strong breeze. Her ears twitched with the change, and of course she could hear a soft voice on the wind, something her Diplomats weren't able to understand:

Ipsum

Ipsum​

Ipsum bellis.​

How cute.

Tura could tell, from Nature's tone, that she was mocking her, as she usually did. She offered a small praise to Nature as an apology, and then she heard laughter, dancing along her ears. Nature wasn't angry, at least. She understood - probably even better than Tura - that the girl was still hers. Rather, She understood the necklace wasn't a sign of defection. Nature was the one who'd told her about playing the long game first, after all. Plus, even though these Primordial Gods that the Ascendant worshiped existed....

There was no escaping Nature. She was there in the beginning, and She would be there in the end. That was certain.

Frui

Frui​

Frui solis.​

Enjoy the sun.

This, however, Tura still didn't understand. Was it dark, where the Ascendant lie? It didn't make much sense to her, personally; she'd read from the parchment that they had lived underground for centuries. But now, they had breached to the surface. Usually, Nature spoke in riddles. So Tura wondered if this was that. If it wasn't a riddle, then...maybe she needed to take it literally? But she didn't have the time for such a luxury....

"Queen Mother, please wait!"

And another interruption. Tura sighed with relief as she realized the ones doing so were Carta and Viridi, the Researcher and Gardener she'd sent out earlier in the month to explore. She immediately took the two into her arms when they came closer, giving them a squeeze. If she were less calm, she would have started crying. It was so good to see them okay....

"My children! Oh, thank goodness. I thought you two had accidentally got caught up in the noise."

The "noise" was another way the Lepus liked to put the echoes they could hear. It was much easier than saying, "the screams of pain and terror, along with the cries for help", and had been the phrase her mother had taught her, many years before. Whenever they heard the noise, they knew it was time to scatter, to find a place to hide. That's why everyone had been so pensive after they'd heard it earlier. She assumed it was something they passed down since they had existed.

Viridi was excited as she usually was, her eyes glimmering. "Mother you cannot believe what we found out there! We have to tell you, you can't leave yet!"

Tura raised an eyebrow, slightly amused, before looking at Carta. Carta had a bit more sense than her lively counterpart, and Alitura meant that in the nicest way possible. She was the one with a lust for learning, after all. She paid attention to the details. Viridi, on the other hand, loved life intensely, and nature, just as much. She found everything to be entertaining. So when Tura looked at Carta and saw the Researcher looking back at her intently. So, they had found something important....

Tura looked up and gasped as she saw the plant woman they had brought along with them. The woman looked quite stunning; she was distracted by the beauty around her. Tura didn't know how long it had been since the plant woman had seen greenery such as herself, but from the look on the plant woman's face, never might have been the answer.

Taking the plant woman in for a moment, she guessed she could spare ten minutes. They had found something extraordinary, after all. It would be alright.

So she sat with Carta and Viridi, and their new friend Atropa Belladonna, to hear all about their adventure....

Spoiler: And After.

The same, awful dream.

Every time, it felt worse to her. The world, on fire. Her mother, healing. And then her vanishing, and Tura being left alone as the flames licked her feet, her hands, her face--

Tura's eyes opened, and she could feel the sweat dripping from her brow. Somehow, she hadn't made enough noise to wake up her Diplomats from their rest. She sat up, wiping her forehead. They were on their fifth day of walking, and although her legs ached, she had to make it to...! Tura opened the parchment again, as quiet as she could. One of her Diplomats turned in her sleep as she smoothed out the paper. Ah, yes, she mused internally. God's Fist. That's what it was called....

She read over the parchment again, and again, until her eyes fell heavy once more. She had to memorize this all. She couldn't take the chance she'd been given for granted. Tura laid down on her side, still reading the parchment, and then suddenly it was morning when her eyes opened once more.

When she sat up this time, her Diplomats were cleaning up the campfire. It didn't seem like she'd overslept. They noticed she was awake and came over to check on her, as they usually did. She smiled and waved them off, cleaning up in the nearby lake before they set off, once more.

Suddenly, it had been another three days.

She couldn't believe what Carta and Viridi had told her. The Lepus had been created to repopulate a dying world, and they had been given certain enhancements to make sure they'd survive. Incredible. She had to learn more about the Cerulean people once she--...if, she returned home. She would have to figure out a way to communicate with her people if not....

They had been around for tens of thousands of years, alongside the Cerulean people. That had to mean there were more statues of Queen Mothers she had never seen before. Journals she'd never read. All of it was so exciting, she couldn't believe it. She'd missed being outside. She missed this, intensely. But they also needed more strength if they were to withstand being outside for longer than a month of so.

Before she'd left, Tura had asked one of the Builders, Aedifi, if she minded taking a few builders to make a new space, and to create some buildings. They needed to start training of some sorts...she hated to have left them so defenseless. Aedifi seemed enthusiastic to be able to do her life's work, and Tura felt guilty for that, as well. It had been a while since they'd had a chance to really create something nice that wasn't just out of wood. Although they had made all the tree houses and the tunnels in their home, it still wasn't the same. Somehow, Tura understood that. They wanted a challenge. She hoped two buildings and a new settlement would ease that itch a bit for them.

She'd also asked Carta and Viridi to continue exploring. The two seemed to work quite well together, so she left them in charge of the explorations, along with Atropa. And Atropa...the Cerulean people must have been quite intelligent to not only splice together the Lepus, but the plant woman as well. There was much to learn, and much for those three to find. She trusted them to do a good job--

Frui

Frui​

Frui solis,​

Enjoy the sun,
Autem

Autem​

Autem vobis quia non habes multa.​

You will not have much.

Oh. Oh--

"Queen Mother."

Tura snapped out of her thoughts, giving the Diplomat who spoke up a pleasant look. "Yes, my child?"

"I think...we're almost there."

Tura's eyes followed where the Diplomat pointed and, yes. She was absolutely correct. The large gates in front of the compound told her everything she needed to know. They had definitely arrived. She looked back to her Diplomats, taking a deep breath as they came closer.

"Alright, my dear children. I want you to be accommodating and try your best to keep your opinions to yourself. Remember the gift we were given. We have to be passive, here. If we don't secure this alliance, we might have the noise again. I'm going to do my best to keep us safe, will you please do the same for me and one another?"

Their eyes seemed to soften as she spoke, and when she was finished, they nodded. With that confirmation, Tura's smile grew into a brighter one.

"Excellent. Thank you."

And so, Tura turned back to the gate, the sun shining on her necklace, and she took another step forward.

 

[Bruhaha]

Turn 1, Month 2, Year 320 Alturia

Turn 1 Flavor: Carlos and his motley band continued over the mountains, aiming for the end of the range. Coming to the end of the mountains. Carlos looked out over the plains connecting the two mountain ranges. Suddenly, he heard shouts behind him. An armored rider with a group of tired looking men in tow coming down from Guyana. Carlos blinked. "Diego?" His pocked lips mouthed silently. Commandante Diego rode his horse up beside Carlos, looking imperiously down at him as his men filed into the maestro's camp.

"Carlos, I come from Valencia, your orders from Zacharro are overruled. The Tetrad demands I take over this expedition, and make clear our expanding dominion."


"But, Zacharro is the Tetrad!" Exclaimed Carlos.
"Not anymore, he has overused his favor with the church and his time is short, get your people to work, Maestro."

The groans of Carlo's men was still heard through the night over the cracks of the whip, and the clang of axe and spade.

Turn 1: Maestro De Enfermada moves to Q20, nation ability utilized, Brimstone from the Pulpit: a population is sacrificed to reduce the building of a settlement by two turns. IF this would reduce the cost of the settlement to 0, a second settlement or structure may be initiated.
- Military Settlement Fuerza is constructed on Q20
- Naval Settlement Espera is initiated on O25

Turn 2 Flavor: WIP
Turn 2: Port City Built South West of Valencia

Turn 3 Flavor: WIP
Diego rode out with his desperados from Guyana after imprisoning Zacharro. He would have to ride hard if he wanted to catch up with the Maestro. He pressed his men hard.
Turn 3: Desperados move to P21.

TLDR
1. Turn 1 and Turn 3:Maestro De Enfermada moves to Q20
Brimstone from the Pulpit Activated: - 1 Population
Military Settlement Completed in Q20
Port Settlement Initiated South West of Valencia, Explore

Turn 2: Desperados move to R23.

Free Explore Action: Desperados R23

Population: 20 = 15 + 4(Public Health Initiatives) +1(normal) -1(Nation Trait)
Resources: 14 = 14 + 2(Parish Collections) +2(Capital) +2(Mining Settlement) -6(Construction)

 

[The_split_Nation]

Baldur sat on his throne looking down on a letter from johan, he had found a shipwreck which would be extremely useful in the survival of the nation. Baldur waved for a servant to come over, he then said “take this letter to the raven master and make him send it to the colony.” The servant rushed out of the room with the note and baldur was left to his own, he stood op from his throne and walked over to a side room, he opened the door and entered a dimly lit room a map standing in the middle of the room.



Lord Cristofer stood next a column and questioned Baldur “my lord you have send out the raiding party but why?” Baldur sat down in a chair opposite the door and stated “we must expand and we need them for an edge against whatever is out there” he looked over the map and said “tell one of the units that they can settle were they are currently and for the other to continue” Cristofer bowed and replied “ of course my king” he then walked out the room and Baldur was alone, he stood op and walked over to a rack in the side and grabbed a scroll, he took the map form the table and placed it in the rack, he then sat down and laid out the scroll.



The king sat over the scroll it depicting a large harbor and drawings of fishing boats, its precise measurement written already, he took a ben and wrote down a name, “Aske” he looked at the plans as he mumbled “this is for you brother” he then grabbed the scroll and walked out the room, it had been a few weeks since he had left the manor, he never truly had the energy to even get out of bed let alone walk into town, but this time it was necessary.



Baldur walked down to the town, it wasn’t a long walk but the harsh winds made it feel like that, after what had felt like an hour to him he finally arrived at front of the town, and made his way to the elder he had a mission he walked in to the elders hut, and placed the scroll on the table as he calmly stated “bring this to the elder and tell him I want it built soon” he then began to walk home in the cold weather.

Before

Resources: 9 Population: 14

After

9-4-2+2=5 Resources.

14+4= 18 Population.



Actions

Use trait settle on one raider

Move another raider D15 and explore

Create structure “aske” which gives resources equal to half of the settlements.

bonus action: repair boat

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[Athanas]

Once more, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on the peak of the mountain. The harshest of winds pelted his face, and all around there was snow, but the flames of the War God kept him safe and hot. He took a moment to admire the landscape... Despite the horrid weather, this was the outside! It has been but months since the Ascension, and he was still bewildered by this world. There was...Color! Or there would be, if everything wasn't frozen. And the sun... it was obscured by the clouds, but it was there! There was Light!

He clenched his fists, feeling the temptation come again. His masters demanded he blot out the beautiful sun, snuff out the colors. He would oblige, of course! He was happy to oblige! But... A small seed of doubt remained in his mind. That was nothing to worry about, his shaman assured him. Doubt was natural, so long as he didn't let it control his thoughts. And he didn't! He was ready to do as he was bid! Happy to! But was this the reason behind this dream? To tempt him?

Just then, he saw a column of the purest flames descend from the heavens. As if though his sight was amplified a hundredfold, he could see what it was pointing at. A small island, off the coast. He looked at the sky again and he understood: The Gods had sent him a gift to help him on his quest. He smiled under his helmet. Was this the only gift he would receive?

Then the skies rumbled, and the earth under his feet shook. With a horrifying roar, the world came crashing down around him, the shadow of a massive arm raised-

Varghul awoke, screaming as loud as his lungs could go, which was a lot. He felt the horrible scorching of his armor for several seconds, the pain pinning him to his bed. It was a short while before he could finally move again, the pain subsiding to regular levels. Oh, how he wished for some warring or love-making to blow some steam! This always helped him, at least, to a degree. But now, trophies were scarce. He could only pray his packmaster managed to procure a good amount of slaves, and that there would be a settlement nearby where they could get more

He got up and donned his armor, the familiar pain engulfing him once more, before he stepped out. Much to his surprise, there was a small group of people seeking an audience already in his throne room. Even more perplexingly, most of them were orcs. Their leader, a massive green beast that towered even above Varghul himself, stepped forward and bowed.

"Boss, me name's Ghazvur! Me and these boys have finally found our way to the surface after many months in the dark, and have come to give 'ou vows of our loyalty. Let us chop some outsider scum together!"
Varghul smiled heartily under his armor. Ah, so the gods were not done giving him gifts! Sensing that the beast had more to say, he remained silent.

"But, Boss, I gotta say, your lads ain't yet fully ready for crumpin'! For one, yer training grounds too small And what's with the bleedin' long faces? We've got gits to chop! Whip up your boys!"

Varghul pondered on the Orc's suggestions. Both were sound, and he'd much rather have his hounds back if he were to go exploring. Therefore, better preparing the grounds for the grand raids was sure to prove fruitful... He beckoned over a retainer. "Spread the Word. Instruct some of the marauders to build upon the training grounds and armory, make it more suitable for large masses to train at once. And be sure all know of this happening. The Gods favor us, and they send me visions! Woe to those who shall oppose this tide!"

The Retainer pumped his fists in the air and left, zeal already having overcome him. Varghul leaned back into his throne. "I thank you, Gods of the universe, for these gifts."




Elsewhere

"Sit! Stand! I said, Stand! Good! Now Fetch! I said, Fetch, you piece of shit! Fetch!" The packmaster, Xel, whacked the dog hard over the head with his blackjack. the dog whelped and instantly complied with the order, running off to fetch the stick he had thrown. Xel smiled. These strays were showing great promise. While they lacked a bit of discipline, true, this was nothing a couple more weeks of training wouldn't solve. Or maybe it was the whimpering of the bunny woman that was splayed out barely two dozen steps from him, who was currently being enjoyed by two handlers. Perhaps that made the dog upset? Oh, no matter. He was supposed to have started the march again half an hour ago, but one of the handlers was his friend, and Xel'd promised him a good romp first chance they got.

Finally with a growl the last of the two men finished. With now a smile on their faces, they stood and began to put their clothes back on-what little they wore, anyway. The Ascendant didn't feel much cold due to their heritage, and never lost an opportunity to show off their tatoos or scars. Xel motioned for them to get the force moving again, and they began kicking their allies and slaves awake-the latter considerably harder than the former. The woman who had been used continued laying on the ground, trembling and sobbing.

"Aight, cut it out. They didn't even break anything, cosider yourself lucky. Now get the fuck up."

She stared at him with wide, teary eyes, doing her best effort to move him. "P-Please, I'm begging you... Let me go. I didn't... Do anything. I-aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Her pleas were interrupted and replaced with an agonised shriek as Xel stomped on her ear so hard it snapped with a wet, disgusting sound.

"LISTEN, YOU OUTSIDER SCUM! I CARE NOT FOR YOUR PLEAS, NOR FOR YOUR SUFFERING! IF IT WAS UP TO ME, I'D FLAY YOU ALIVE AND FEED YOU TO MY DOGS-THEY DON'T ENJOY SKIN TOO MUCH. NOW, SHUT THE FUCK UP, OR I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DOG FOOD. UNDERSTOOD?"

With eyes full of terror, she nodded in agreement, clutching her ear, which appeared to have been mangled entirely-the entire thing appeared to have folded into itself, as if no longer having anything to keep it upright. With a final sigh, Xel spat on her and took his position as lead of the marching party, making sure to constantly run headcounts on the slaves. As they passed by a plain, Xel decided to make the effort and map it out-it may hold relics of the black orcs, items invaluable to his Warlord.

Actions: Move the two Hound units escorting the slaves to F-7 and explore

Construct building: Training Grounds: The Ascendant's lust for war means that they train day and night, requiring very little input from drill sergeants or professional trainers. As such, the Ascendant army is almost always reinforced by able bodies, even when no real effort is made on the part of the Warlord.

One unit can be trained as a free action every turn. Costs remain the same for training.
Unlocks units: Orcs, Pale Orcs.(will be added to CS real soon)

Add policy: Unquenchable Zeal: In part due to the influence of the Gods, in part due to their own harsh life, in part due to their own mindset, the Ascendant are extremely determined when they have a goal, and can march to lengths that would drive most other armies to exhaustion, or press forward even when not instructed to.

All armies gain +1 movement range. One army that has not moved normally this turn can be moved one tile, regardless of speed as a free action. An army cannot move in this manner if it has moved normally, and cannot move normally after moving in this manner in the same turn.

 

[Just_a_loneley_pilgrim]

The construction of a new settlement had been ordered. A new settlement to gather new resources to have enough resources to expand into the big forest. Although there were enough nobles that approved the plan, it would still cost alot of money and resources. Eitherway the whole nation was ready for this expansion, the kingdom had seen the rise of a new kind of determination after Laethor had taken on the role to protect the forest. The elves now had only one duty and that was too protect, it had become a kind of holy duty.
Although that seems great it also had a negative influence. Atleast the elves now only believed more in them being the high race, a kind of superior race to the others. Although it hasnt yet turned into a aggressive expansion, this rise of nationalism should be watched carefully.


Laeroth was walking down the streets of Thoronathrad his personal gaurds following him from a distance. He was walking through the centre of Thoronathrad, the market was well underway. Many customers looked suprised to the King that was walking amongst them, Laeroth even stopped at a Market stall and bought some fruit. Then a young boy came to him, he was approximately 10 years old. He was follow by a group of other children which were watching in awe. The young boy suddenly said "let me join the rangers my lord, i know how to fight!" with that he showed the king his martial prowess. And with martial prowess i mean he showed the king how he could fight the air. Laeroth smiled and patted the child "I think it wouldnt be wise to let you join the rangers. We need you to protect our homes.". The kid was suprised and then said "I knew it!, even the king is no match for me". Laeroth laughed and then walked back to the royal palace.

actions:
* ranger unit moves from f22 to g22 and explores
* al The other turns go into building A resource settlement in e21​

 

[Trektek]

Turn 2, Month 3, Year 320 (In game first Year)
Athanas , cinnabuns , Just_a_loneley_pilgrim , Bruhaha , Emperor1 , The_split_Nation , LadyOfStars , CaptainSully

The winds began to get colder as the snow started to fall. Movement would become harsher and more difficult for those that lived in the Northern parts of the continent. It was that time of year when things would begin to get slower and more difficult for a time. AT least until the most dangerous parts of winter began to pass. But that was not the most troubling thing on Inziim's mind.

The Dwarves had arrived and with a sizable expedition force on various parts of the continent. Using their Giant underground drilling machines, they emerged from deep within the ground and built military settlements to deal with the cold. Some of the dwarves seemed to have a deep seated fury inside them.

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The sounds of slurping and heavy biting could be heard even from the other side of the door. The messenger came into the room as the Dwarven Commander was eating messily, having his beard littered and dripping with freshly brewed alcohol and bits of food that didn't quite make it into his mouth.

"Speak." He proclaimed as he burped loudly before using a fist to pound against his chest on top of the symbol of their power, the Demon that resided within the Deep Stone.

"The Military settlements have been built and the forces are all ready to begin the invasion at your command, my lord." The younger dwarf bowed deeply. This commander was the victor of many battlefields and even came out on top from many rebellions and assassination attempts. All of his foes have fallen before him. It was an honor to serve under someone such as him.

"The word is given young one. Spread the word among the troops. We will be bathing in the blood of our enemies shortly. Each and every one of these enemies will submit to our rightful rule, or be extinguished."

And with that, the young scout left the room in order to relay the orders while the Commander drank some more alcohol that continued to drip down his beard. "I have heard of these Ascended from the reports. I wonder how they will stack up against our might." He smiled to himself as he gave a hearty laugh that echoed throughout the chamber.


LEADER UNITS CAN NOW BE CREATED TO COMBAT THIS NEW THREAT.


The Carmine Empire
Resources: 9 Population: 25

A new farming settlement was constructed as the rumors of the cult of light were being investigated within the previous farming settlement.

The people seemed far more secretive in this town than one would have thought. But at first glance at least, there seemed to be nothing to find. However, one the third day of investigation, a note was left on the pillow of one of the investigators saying "I have some information that you seek." (Diplomacy Channel 4)

The Jade Union
Resources: 28 Population: 14

The two mining settlements will be completed soon to the enjoyment of the people who will have additional work and help to improve the financial stability of their nation.

The samurai come face to face with a group of soldiers and builders from another nation that also seemed intent on settling in that location. (Diplomacy Channel 1 in progress)


Sors Leporidae
Resources: 14 Population: 26

The population continued to grow as always exponentially while the Queen was parlaying with the leader of the Ascendant( Ongoing)


The Researcher and the Gardner explored this new space deep within their home jungles, coming across something that seemed overgrown and long forgotten. A large and long metal object overgrown with moss and surrounded by trees and shrubbery. (Diplomacy Channel 3)

Altura
Resources: 14 Population: 20

A port settlement was being constructed on the shoreline. The troops there began to explore while the building was being constructed. In the middle of the dessert line, it looked as though there were an alter of some kind out in the middle of nowhere. (Diplomacy Channel 6)

The troops and builders in the mountains came across another group from a different nation trying to build a settlement in the same location that they were wishing to build one. (Diplomacy Channel 1 in progress)

Kingdom of Hjemriget
Resources: 6 Population: 18

The raiders put down roots and build a port settlement up further to the north in order to help build up their budding navel empire.

The Raiders moved to D15 and explored. They found a crumbling hut that contained a large bounty of trophies worth 6 Resources.

The LARGE BOAT is repaired with a large amount of resources spent. (Large Boat Gained +1 Attack/+1 Defense ,Can carry 4 troops)

The Dominion of the Ascendant
Resources: 6 Population: 13

The hounds with their trainers and slaves while exploring, come across an intricate tunnel system.(Diplomacy Channel 2)

Also, to the East, the black smoke that could only be coming from a forge seemed to be erupting at a great pace. There must be some great enemy that is over in that direction.​

 

[CaptainSully]

Tags: None

The screams of the souls trapped within the cathedral echoed throughout its blood drenched halls, the entity deep within sending a message to Alucard in the best way that it could. Each scream spoke to the leader of the Carmine, taunting him in an attempt to make him rethink what he was about to do. He paid them no attention and the smile remained across his face. With each step the world around him seemed to bend and twist, as if reality itself was collapsing. The sensation it washed over him was the same as every previous visit and it was that which let him know he was on the right path.

It felt as if he had been walking for days, his face beginning to become rough from the emerging stubble across his cheeks and chin.The corridor and the interior of the cathedral as a whole was vastly bigger than the outside would allow. Its entire existence was somewhere else, not of the mortal plane. The screams that had taunted him at the start of his walk had given way to demonic whispers promising everything from women to unlimited power. Alucard had no intention of listening. Even though he had walked for so long his resolve and anger still burned brightly. He was going to defeat the entity or die trying.

Almost out of nowhere the end of the corridor appeared, two large wooden doors cut into the flesh like blood soaked walls. From the small gap in between them a bright light escaped, its rays tickling at Alucard’s flesh. He had bathed in this light previously and knew it could do him no harm but it did mean that he was almost at the altar room. He pulled back his right hand and thrust his fist firmly towards the lock of the door. The force sent the doors crashing open, splintering wood in all directions.

The light engulfed him and as he looked around him all he could see was the brightest white. He stood still for a moment until a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Hello grandfather...”

Alucard turned to see a figure that barely resembled his grandson Arnold Fuchs. His bleached white bones were exposed over most of his body, only his family crested armour and recognisable voice giving away who he was. His skin has all been stripped away leaving only the deepest parts of his flesh. He approached Alucard, the empty eye sockets of his skull managing to convey a deep sadness and despair.

“You shouldn’t be here...it doesn’t want you...it doesn’t need you…” The words were stuttered and to the point, a far cry from the brash and cocksure person Arnold was.

Alucard met him step for step as the gap between them closed. He remained silent, his eyes not moving from the approaching corpse.

“If you value your life...you will leave grandfather...please...listen to me…”

Alucard had heard enough and drew his sword, swinging it forward in one blindingly quick motion. It cut through the air and Arnold with ease...too much ease he thought. The figure of his grandson disappeared into a puff of smoke, a demonic roar causing the floor beneath his feet to shake followed.

“WHY DO YOU DEFY ME?!” The voice was the entity, its voice filled with anger and disgust at Alucard. However all the leader heard was fear. For something so powerful it would surely have killed him by now if it could but no, he still lived.

“I have come to kill you! My fear has made way for a rage that burns from my very soul. You will have your way no longer! Show yourself and fight me!” Alucard’s roar was deep and forceful. With it the bright light that had ensnared him began to crack and fade, giving way for the most familiar of rooms within the cathedral.

The horrific taste of rotten flesh and sinew lashed the back of the vampires throat, his nostrils tensing at the offence it brought. His glance immediately fell to the fleshy mass at the back of the room. It writhed and pulsated in a way that he had never seen previously, black ichor and bloody fluid poured forth from it. The horrific spray of liquid coated the floor around the abominable altar before collapsing in on itself. What remained was a sultry figure stood atop the repugnant pile of pulsing flesh.

Alucard locked his glare at what stood before him. For his time meeting the entity he had only ever seen a darkened silhouette of it but now...now there was a material form before him. The beings flesh was blood red, its inner core glowed a dim shade of red to reveal the interior skeletature. The shape which he had often called it was in appearance at least a she. She stepped down from the mountain of gore beneath her feet and stood atop the altar steps. Each step was a battle with Alucard, an attempt to seduce him, to lower his resolve and draw him in.

“So...now you see me for what I am.” Her voice was feminine but a deep reverberation within its tone gave way to her demonic nature. “My name is Mhyress and I am a being beyond your comprehension. My existence is outside of your reality, a realm where you and your mortal brothers are tormented for eternity.”

As the demon spoke she began a graceful descent of the steps before her. With each step past a pew, whatever bodies or limbs remained elevated into the air in a show of power.

“You cannot hope to defeat me or anyone of my kind. I am eternal where you are fleeting. I have seen stars born and die. I have feasted on more souls than you have met in your existence. My power is beyond yours...take a knee now and I will allow you to return to your people.”

Mhyress continued to glide towards Alucard, her true size becoming apparent as she got closer. She stood at a monstrous eight feet tall to the tip of her curved horns atop her head.

“Now...what will it be. Will you bow before me and accept your fate?”

Alucard’s fist tightened around the grip of his weapon and he lowered his head down into his chest. Mhyress smiled wide to reveal sharklike rows of teeth, taking pleasure in the submissive appearance of Alucard before her.

“You speak many truths demon which is a surprise considering your entire existence is based on lies. I would be a fool to think I could defeat an eternal creature such as yourself.”

Slowly Alucard raised his head, his eyes glowing a bright crimson red. His bright smile soon followed, his fangs growing long as he felt the rage within fill up every inch of his body. He locked his gaze to hers and the corners of his mouth curved upwards sharply.

“That being said...I would be a fool if I allowed you to continue to butcher my family.” Alucard swung his sword upwards, starting the battle.

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• Main
• Actions
• Current Status

• 
  Actions: Actions for current turn.
  Current Status: Projected coin/population generation and bonuses.
  
• 
  ⦿ Settlement:
  
  
  • Port City | Built immediately at V3 due to policy.​
  | 3 Resources |
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  ⦿ Structures:
  
  
  • Cathedral of Blood III | Alucards threat has caused the Cathedral to unleash a great power. Previous bonuses are now divide by 3, not 5.​
  | 1 Resource |
  
  
  • Armoury of Darkness I | The place responsible for arming the forces of the Carmine. +1 attack and +1 defence to all units.​
  | 1 Resource [Undead Builders] |
  
  
  • Fuchs Redoubt I | The ferocity of those belonging to the Fuchs family make them ideal at controlling order and preventing insurrection. +2 to public order.​
  | 1 Resource [The Belfry I] |
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  ⦿ Research:
  
  
  • Virkhov's Enlistment I | Many of the soldiers and beasts enlisted in the Carmine army come from the Virkhov families home. -1 cost to recruit units and unlocks Strigoi Legion unit.​
  | 1 Resource |
  
  
  • Architects | -1 cost to build structures and settlements.​
  | 1 Resource [Immortal Scientists] |
  
  
  • Tiered Belfry Crypts I | The accomodation within the Belfry is adjusted so that it can now fit more individuals in each crypt. +5 pop limit for each settlement.​
  | 1 Resource [The Belfry II]|
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  ⦿ Necromancy:
  
  
  • Additional Action | Recruit units @ W4.​
  
  
  • Recruit | Reapers​
  | 2 Resources |
  
  
  • Recruit | Reapers​
  | 2 Resources [Night Barracks] |
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  ⦿ Explore:
  
  
  • Explore Farmland | Explore W4.​
  
  
• 
  
  Resources
  
  +Current: 9
  +Natural Turn Gain: 2
  +Forests/Mountains: 2
  +Farming Settlements: 2
  -Structures: 3
  -Research: 3
  -Recruitment: 4
  
  End of Turn Amount: 8
  
  Population
  
  +Current: 25
  +Farming Settlements: 8
  +Settlements at start of turn: 3x2 = 6
  +Cathedral of Blood: 4
  
  End of Turn Amount: 43​

 

[cinnabuns]

Post the Third

Spoiler: TLDR

1 Capital City, 1 Settlement (Farming)
14 Resources, 26 Population, 6 T1 Troops, 2 Heroes
T1: 2 Gardeners, 1 Nursemaid, 1 Researcher, 1 Builder
Actions:
1) Build One Structure on H9 (Free Action)
2) Move Builder (H9) to G9
3) Explore G9
4) Build Farming Settlement on G9 (Free Action; Trait: Can We Fix It?)
5) Build One Structure on G9 (Free Action; Same Trait)
6) Research Aircraft, Cal, and Cerulean English [Reading]
7) Research Communicators (Trait: Wise)
8) Move Gardener, Researcher, Atropa, and Cal (I10) to H10
Tentative Lineup for Beginning of Next Turn:
1 Capital City, 2 Settlements (Farming), 2 Structures
14+2+2+5-7 = 16 Resources, 26+2(4+2)= 34 Population, 7 T1 Troops

Spoiler: Before Varghul's ceremony....

Alitura was woken up by a rough grab, and she panicked for a moment before the calm rushed her senses. She'd thought she'd done something wrong, but she realized it was Varghul holding onto her. He tended to wake with a scream; she wondered what his gods were putting him through. His grip was painful, for a moment, so her power flowed through, bringing him a calm, anesthetic like feeling, hopefully soothing what he was going through.

After his touch relaxed, she looked up at him, cupping his face in her hands. "You're alright?" She mumbled, still quite sleepy. When he smiled at her, she should have felt unnerved by the way it looked. And then he spoke, spoke of his vision. More power? Was that necessary? She didn't say what she thought, knowing such words would only fuel his ire.

He pressed his lips to hers, and she returned the favor, waking up a bit more out of her sleep as he left the bed and put on his armor. She sat up, bringing the sheets around her form, as she waited for instruction. He began to speak of a communion with his gods...she might have had fear, but it was gone quick. She could feel in her bones that this wasn't good, that this wouldn't end well...but he seemed pleased, seemed happy.

But he wanted her to cover her eyes and ears? What...for?

Before she could ask, he was already heading into his throne room. She began to slide on her clothing, her ears twitching as she heard...her people? She was almost excited to go out there, to see them, but something told her it would be a bad idea. She continued to listen as Varghul yelled at returning troop, and she understood: his main Packmaster had been killed for his curiosity. Tura winced as she assumed, like always, Varghul would choose violence....

And she was surprised when, instead, he chose to spare the poor man. Her eyes softened as she heard him scramble away.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought.

But those were her people out there, and they sounded hurt. Maybe she could see them, soon enough.

Later that day, Alitura was brought to the Ceremony, alongside Varghul. She looked around the area, at his men, his Shamans, and--

Her heart sank.

Her Lepus.

Oh no.

Ego dixi vobis.​

I told you.

Oh no.

Tura watched as the Ceremony began, as the Shamans began to speak in their ancient tongue, as the runes around Varghul began to glow. It was like the warning Varghul had given her had phased her, as she saw those, because she was so transfixed on them, that the second order was given without her noticing.

Kai étsi archízei.
​

The screams ran out, and her eyes darted from the runes, to the Lepus on the right, being seared with hot iron. Her heart seemed to drop more and more, until it was buried under her feet. Her people were hurting, and all she could do was stare, frozen in place.

Then, the Lepus on the left. Tura's eyes stared into theirs as they were dragged forward to the altar, one by one, and it felt like she herself couldn't breathe once the knives were dragged brutally across their throats. As the light left their eyes, she felt tears leave hers for the first time in twenty years.

Why did he want her here at all for this?

All he saw was power, and all she saw was...destruction. Desolation. Death.

Kai apó tin katastrofí érchetai zoí. ​

Varghul rose into the sky as the last of her Lepus on the left laid breathless on the ground, and he let out a harrowing scream; Alitura covered her ears, finally, shivering. Her ears rang regardless of her hands over them, and she pressed her eyes shut until she heard Varghul's feet thud loudly against the ground.

Tura's eyes opened as a gurgling sound reached her ears. She saw a creature form out of the blood of her Lepus, and she shivered. The voice that came from the being shook her to her core. She began to back away, from the sight of it.

...O gios mou. ​

She couldn't stay here. Not with that thing. Its voice scratched at her, she couldn't--

And then, Tura heard it.

That sound.

Her ears twitched as her eyes widened, and she bolted.

Spoiler: And after.

She heard her, she heard her.

That sobbing.

Alitura was desperate as she trailed the sound of one last Lepus, one left alive after all of this. She had to find her. She wasn't even concerned that Varghul would be upset she didn't stay for the entirety of the ceremony, she was just so nervous and had to find her.

Currere, modicum egestas.
​

Run, little bunny.

She was. She was.

Tura stopped as the sound grew - upstairs? Upstairs. And she followed it once more, followed it to the door, close to the old Packmaster's quarters. She immediately opened the door, to the man who had been hurt by his fellow men, and then she saw her.

Eia.

Eia was clinging to the younger man, burying her face in his chest, sobbing as she realized she was the only Lepus left. Or, one of them. The man saw Alitura and was shocked, moving his hands from around the Diplomat. It always interested her at how much the Ascendant found that to be a sign of weakness, but she was much more focused on the Lepus.

"Eia."

Eia gasped, looking up at the figure she could barely see through her tears. Tura came closer, moving to her knees by the Diplomat, as Eia wiped her face, finally realizing who it was in front of her.

"Q-Q-Q--"

Tura wrapped her arms around Eia as she started crying again, bringing the young Diplomat into her chest.

"They're gone, I'm so sorry, I couldn't save them--"

"Darling, it is not your fault this has happened."

It's mine.

Onus cadit super matrem suam.
​

Tura closed her eyes as Nature reminded her of the truth. Responsibility falls on the mother. She had thought she would have stopped this, with the alliance. She had desperately hoped this would save her people, for certain. But, it only saved most of them.

Non omnes salvos.​

You cannot save everyone.

Tura gritted her teeth, running her fingers through Eia's hair, the Diplomat's sobbing hiding the words her Queen spoke next, to Nature.

"Sed conemur."

Sed conemur. ​

'Sed conemur'?
Ha!
Is that what you want, my little bunny?
Vis valeat? You wish to be strong? You wish to try?
Exísou anóito óso gious mou.
Hahaha.​

Alitura had...never heard Her speak in Common English like this, and whatever other language that was...it seemed familiar, but she couldn't grasp it. She hadn't even known Nature knew languages outside of the one She usually spoke.

Eseís ftochós.
Oh, you won't understand that....
So many things I must teach you.
Mater tua, ut ego te hoc debere.​

As your mother, I owe you this.

Autem primi, quia vos rogavit....​

But first, since you asked....

I'll see you in your dreams, my little bunny.
​

Alitura pressed a kiss to Eia's forehead, the Diplomat's sobbing finally coming to an end. She wished she could show more emotion to the girl, to let her see how upset she was at all of this as well, but with her status as Queen Mother, after her Ascendance, she wasn't allowed to do so. Most of her emotions were blanketed by the calm feeling. Sometimes, it disgusted her.

"I'm very happy you were spared, darling. Thank you for staying alive, and thank you." Tura looked to the man, whose face was still pretty beat up, and brought her hand to his cheek, as gentle as she could manage.

Slowly, but surely, his face seemed to revert back to its normal, less beaten, state. Her hand glowed during the action, and where she touched him, it glowed as well, and she waited until his face seemed to lack a blemish before letting him go.

"Thank you for saving her from that fate. You have done me a great justice."

It was good to know that Eia had found one friend, in this wretched place. It was a blessing in disguise.

Hopefully they would have more blessings soon.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Tartarus
​

From across the vast ocean came a humming sound, loud and a mixture of mechanics and magic. Out of the fog emerged a pyramid that had seen better days, lightly skimming across the surface of the great blue. Slabs of stone fell from the structure into the ocean while the golden peak was dimmed by a thousand year’s worth of dirt and dust. The once magnificent pyramid was now a ferry carrying exiles from their former seat of power to lands unknown. As the structure reached the new coast line it plummeted to the ground, crashing and destroying all in the area while shaking the region like a heavy knock on a door,

​

The occupants are former leaders of the desert empire of Tartarus, now renamed something far less steeped in blood, among these men and women was the current God-King who and what remained of his advisors, loyalists, and slaves.

Ptolemy II: “We’ve finally arrived!” The young king rejoiced, alone, all around him were glaring eyes and stares of disappointment. Quickly he became mute, his own gaze sweeping the room for a sympathetic face.

Advisor: “You have destroyed the oldest dynasty in the history of Khanzhig! Not only that but you have lost us our holy land and forced us to abandon our continent altogether.” The woman’s voice held so much venom that the King could feel his heart stopping simply by listening to her words.

Advisor II: “Now we are stranded in a new land with only you to lead us and the majority of Tartarus’ upper-class looking to you to ensure their survival. You couldn’t even quell the slave uprising. There is no hope you will be able to make a new home for us here.”

Ptolemy II: “Enough, I-I am the King and I will succeed!” The quivering in his voice only served to reinforce their doubts about the God-King’s lack of talent. “I will seek guidance from our ancestors and…”

Advisor: “The Ancestors are thousands of miles away and they would be disgusted with your inadequacy! Do not embarrass our generation further.”

The King shrunk literally and figuratively at the cold words spat at him by those who he had entrusted to guide him. If they saw him in such an unflattering way then what must his subjects think. How pathetic he must look in their eyes.

Within the cold, dark pyramid the survivors of the rebellion began to toil, doing their best to restore the interior to livable conditions. Sadly it was never meant to House the living so the task was more difficult than it sounded. The civilians attempted to clean up while the soldiers did their best to repair and damages done to the interior upon their landing. The King has locked himself away in the crypt where his predecessor lay entombed with a wealth of belongings and servants. Unfortunately he had turned a blind eye to the sentiments of his subjects for too long and the remaining members of the Circle decided to act against him.

Ptolemy II: “How could you have managed to inspire such loyalty that these fools would follow you to your grave? How did you get the slaves to build you such a structure while I could barely get them to remain in line?!” Magic whirled around Ptolemy as he vented his frustrations to the ornate sarcophagus of a thousand year old corpse. “Nothing I did worked! But you failed many times and yet...your resting place is my new home.”

A sudden creaking sound echoed through the crypt as the sorcerers opened the giant doors and filed into the room one after another. “There you are your majesty.” One of them said as the group encircled him, some of them wearing sinister smiles under their hoods.

Ptolemy II: “What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?” The Young King couldn’t be more clueless than he was in this moment. He paid the sorcerers no mind, directing his hate and anger towards the dead.

Head Sorcerer: “It is better that we don’t waste time explaining. Forgive us.” Suddenly the man through his hands up and conjured a black chain which he quickly wrapped around the King’s neck. “Hurry! Open the sarcophagus! We must act now!”

As the others rushed to prepare their plan and he began to suffocate, Ptolemy began to realize just what was happening. Yet another betrayal ad this time from those he’d managed to save. While he gasped for air and clawed at the chain, his eyes never lost sight of the sarcophagus. As the opulent cover was removed to reveal a mummified Helian, Ptolemy felt his blood stand still in his veins. Not only did they plan to kill him, but they wanted to replace him with this...relic.

Ptolemy II: “NO!” His whispered cry fell on deaf ears as the sorcerers began their spell and a dark green energy flowed through the air.

Head Sorcerer: “Hear us now, Great King of old! We call you back to the world of the living!” Slowly the color began to fade from Ptolemy’s skin and his eyes started to close. “We need your brilliance now more than ever! We are lost and t with no hope!” As Ptolemy drew his last breath a purple light filled the eyes of the mummy and a faint voice could be heard coming from the bandaged mouth.

God-King Maat: “I shall reward...treachery...with death.” His shallow voice sent chills down the spines of the living who were now confused and terrified. As they began to protest and attempted to explain their actions, the resurrected God-King brought silence to the room. A single wave of his hand robbed them all of their life force and with it he replenished his own.

When the doors to the crypt next opened, Maat emerged fully restored and dressed in his old garb. He left the room accompanied by Khalida, his loyal advisor and explorer, as well as several armed troops. Their march from the crypt to the main entrance was revered as the return of a god to the mortal realm. Finally the Hel would have a true chosen one to lead them again, someone who shared a bound with the gods.

God-King Maat: “We have been usurped.” His newly born heart broke as he gazed out over fields of grass and examined his precious pyramid. All he and his predecessors had achieved was now lost, stolen by the weak. “Khalida! Set out and claim this land for the god and goddess. These surrounding lands must be ours and any inhabitants will be brought to shackled.”

Khalida: “Your will is my command.” Still mummified she exited the pyramid followed by two units of archers and two units of skirmishers. She and the other undead stormed out of the grasslands heading west without any hesitation.


God-King Maat: “The rest of you will stand guard over this region. Devour anything that comes toward this pyramid.” At his command the two units of Jackal Hunters marched out of the pyramid and down into the fields. He would have to begin anew and while that would have to drove him to destructive behavior, his desire to do better this time around kept him from that. He had a clean slate, a chance to design Tartarus from the ground up. With a heavy sigh he headed back into the pyramid. There was much he needed to plan for now and things that needed to be done if they were to survive in this new land.


Status:
Capital: Yomi (K21)
Resources: 0
Military:
2x Sand Snipers
2x Tartarus Skirmishers
2x Jackal Hunters
Khalida (Hero Unit)
Pyramid of Maat Restoration: 0/400

Actions:

1. Move Khalida’s army from K21 to J21 and explore tile (Use Godspeed to rush movements.)
2. 1x Jackal Hunters explore K21
3. Construct Farm Settlement on K21

 

[Just_a_loneley_pilgrim]

Many would die to protect this forest. It was to big to even protect it with only man power. Thoughts about building a wall were popular among the nobles, but Laeroth didnt agree.
His idea to create a magical wall globe around the forest was laughed at. Nobody had the magical prowess to create such barrier let alone maintain it. Still Laethor believed that with enough mages this could be possible, it would be a spell that could only exist by teamwork. Nobody in the history of the elven race had ever tried anything ambitious like this. This plan could totally change the course of history.

But the first step was to gather every capable mage that lived in the woods. Were it elf or something else, that doesnt matter. Laethor needed magical power, and he needed it badly. Thats why he would create the "university of magic". If every mage went to this university and combined forces, then this plan could succeed.
So the construction of the university began, and a message was sent into the world. The most powerful mages of the kingdom should gather in the capital. A reward of 1 resource would be given to the most powerful mage. And so began the ambitious plan of Laethor.

Actions:
* Develop era appropriate structure (2 turns)
* Build structure(1 turn)
* Send a message into the world about the recruitment of the most powerful mage. (reward 1 resource)





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[The_split_Nation]

wip

actions:
raider uses settle
move heavy to D15 and explore
build raven tower, gives another turn

before:
Resources: 6 Population: 18

6+2+1,5(aske)-2= 7,5
18+6= 24

after:
Resources: 7,5 Population: 24

 

[Bruhaha]

Turn 3, Month 3, Year 320 Alturan Lepers

As Diego arrived at the military settlement, he could hardly contain his rage to find a foreign force at his master's door steps. But far more wary of the enemy dwarves at his door, he immediately set to whipping his band of criminals and outcasts into shape.
Turn 1: Train Desperados at: Q20
Turn 2: Train Desperados at: Q20
Turn 3: Train Desperados at: Q20

Free Action Desperados Explore Ruins: R23

Pop: 24
Resources: 24

 

[Trektek]

Turn 3, Month 4 Year 320 (In game first Year)
Athanas , cinnabuns , Just_a_loneley_pilgrim , Bruhaha , The_split_Nation , LadyOfStars , CaptainSully

As another month comes to pass, the winter gets heavier and heavier as the snow falls. The northern lands have started to feel the affects of the heavy and colder snowfall.

ALL WHITE COVERED TILES, MOVEMENT IS NOW 2 MOVE ACTIONS FOR 1 SPACE. ALSO, ALL WHITE WATER IS ICED OVER AND CAN BE WALKED OVER

Inziim sighs as he looks over the reports. It seems that the dwarves in the North are hunkered down for the winter, improving their defenses while the ones to the South are gearing up for immediate war and will be on the move soon to invade the surrounding nations in service to their insane King. They will stop at nothing to achieve total dominance over all around them.

If only they had chosen peace instead of war.




The Carmine Empire
Resources: 8 Population: 43

Exploring the new farming settlement, things seem very peaceful. But while walking the countryside, they discover a cave with a strange howling noise coming from it. (Diplomacy Channel 4)

There seems to be some growing discontent within the Empire. The cause is most likely this growing Cult or agitation at hearing about the Dwarves setting up shop of the other end of their lands.

Sors Leporidae
Resources: 18 Population: 34


The bunnies began to research multiple subjects, using their grand intelligence and research units. They gained an understanding of rudimentary flight. (Gained the ability to craft Glider Units. They move at 2 spaces a move action and are unaffected by the winter).
Researching into Cal gains a rudimentary understanding of the metal armor that he is incased in. (Bunny units gain metal armor, +2 Defense)
Researching Cerulean English gains a full understanding of their written and spoken language. (+5 Culture and +5 History gained)
Researching the communicators gains an understanding of lines of communication. ( 1 extra unit can move a turn)

Training Grounds Built (Decreases training time by 1 turn to minimum of 1 turn)
Makeshift laboratory built( Allows a free Research Action)

Exploring the forest around the farming settlement, the builder comes across a nest of monkeys that seem to be hooting and hollering around a series of strangely placed trees. Upon closer inspection, they seem to have been guarding some resources that they don't seem to give you any mind as you take them. (+2 Resources)

A Goblin wearing a Winter coat arrived at the Capital with a small, but friendly looking entourage. Awaiting outside the village, they requested an audience with the leader of the settlement or tribe. ( Diplomacy Channel 3)

The Ancient Research Laboratory is right where the group left it with R.A.I.S. having told them about the defrosting people from the past. On further consideration, if the place were studied and resources were spent to bring it back to full working capacity, the facility could be used for greater gains. Interacting with the ancient defrosted people( Diplomacy Channel 3)

Tartarus
Resources: 6 Population: 10
Pyramid of Maat Restoration: 0/400

As the Farm settlement is being built by the slaves that were brought across the ocean, the Jackal Hunters began to explore the surrounding area. They came across something that would be found strange, what looked like the top of a Pyramid sticking out of the ground and a section that seems to lead inside. (Diplomacy Channel 6)

Kingdom Of Lothren
Resources: 15 Population: 21

A university was constructed, bringing great learning and education to the people. (+2 Education, +1 happiness)
3 Mages arrived at the request for the most powerful mage in the kingdom, A male elf with long flowing golden hair and red robes, A female elf with short cropped Silver hair wearing a long flowing yellow dress and a hooded figure of unknown race or gender. (Diplomacy Channel 5)

Kingdom of Hjemriget
Resources: 7.5 Population: 24

The troops look around and find a strange crumbling lighthouse on the coast. It invites exploration (Diplomacy Channel 1)

The raider uses settle, as they become the new population of the settlement, adding to its speedy growth.

A Raven Tower was built in the capital to add an Extra Turn Action a round

Altura
Resources: 14 Population: 23

3 new full troops of Desperados have been trained at the new settlement on the mountain.
The dwarven Encampment, seems ready to attack at any moment. It looks menacing with spikes and looking down within, it looks as though they have some sort of large drilling machine.

The small and mostly depleted group of Desperadoes trudge through the desert and finally reach something. It turns out that this something is a large set of ruins. Some of it is exposed to the sandy air, while other parts seem to be buried within their depths. There seems to be a building that is intact. (Diplomacy Channel 2)

The Dominion of the Ascendant
Resources: 8 Population: 13

New troops are trained. 2 Slaves are sacrificed to the gods.

The supplies are brought back to the Fist(+5 Resources)

Varghul once again has that dream about heading to the Northwest to gain some sort of vast prize from the Gods. He awakens, accompanied by intense pain as the GODS are displeased that no action has yet been taken towards this goal. They are not forgiving when they are ignored.​

 

[CaptainSully]

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The upward swing of his sword cut through the air as the towering blood demon dodged to her side. Several more swings of Alucard’s sword followed with each coming closer to cutting into the manifested flesh of Mhyress. The demon was far more agile than her height should allow, breaking all laws of physics with her movement.

“You will need to do better than that,” spoke the demon. She taunted his opponent, a tooth filled smile followed before she raised a finger in between Alucard’s attacks. With a gentle point the floating corpses behind her rocketed towards the vampire. Spotting the incoming bodies turned missiles, Alucard stepped to his side watching as they flew passed his head. Behind him the sickening sound of bones crunching and innards spilling filled his ears.

When he returned his glance to Mhyress his face met a fist the size of his torso. The wind erupted from his chest as he felt the impact wrack his body with pain. Alucard’s body hit the wall behind with a splash and monstrous thud. The bloody waterfalls that coated the brickwork erupted outwards before gravitating back to the wall. Alucard fell to the floor beneath, managing to brace himself with his feet.

He looked up to see the demon’s fist approach him once more, not giving him an opportunity to completely regain his bearings. On instinct alone the leader of the Carmine dropped to the floor before thrusting his sword forward with a mighty roar. The silver steel blade pierced the demon flesh as if butter, drawing a heinous cry from the throat of Mhyress. In the distraction Alucard rose to his feet, freeing his sword from the muscle and bone of the creature, spraying viscera onto the floor beneath. With his free hand he leapt into the air, driving his fist firmly into his enemies jaw. An unnatural crunch echoed in the altar room as the jaw bone of Mhyress split in half. Her cry was a distorted squeal of a pig having its throat slit for slaughter.

Alucard stood ready as his enemy stumbled backwards, her jaw hanging loose at the bottom of her face.

“I would have expected much more from a demon such as yourself.” Alucard wasn’t mocking in his words, in reality he was genuinely surprised by how the fight was going. However, the battle hadn’t truly begun.

Mhyress stood upright from her stumble and began to laugh her distinct chuckle. Her distended jaw and savaged leg twisted and moved until all signs of injury were gone.

“Did you really think it would be that easy? I have existed since time itself began for your pathetic world.” Bloodied spit ran from the corner of her mouth as she spoke. The intensity of her words were extreme, her usual taunting and mocking making way for genuine anger. “You come into my realm, a speck on the tapestry of eternity and try to defeat me? Let me show you how your insolence will be repaid.”

The demon raised her two hands before her and pointed them at Alucard. The left corner of her mouth curved upwards as she began to close her fists. Suddenly Alucard felt a horrific pain throughout his body, something that far outweighed anything that he had experienced before. He felt to a knee in seconds, wrapping his free hand across his stomach. Soon his limbs rocketed outwards and a mighty scream left his body. He shook violently as he felt his very being get attacked by Mhyress.

“You see...I can hurt you beyond your physical form. Nothing your body goes through can compare to the feeling of your soul being torn apart, piece by tiny piece.” She laughed maniacally before continuing on. “I will keep you here and make you live through this for all eternity. You will act as a deterrent for anyone who would dare challenge me.”

The laughter of the demon tugged at the core of Alucard as his cries of pain cut at this throat. He tried to think as best he could but the pain was too much, all his efforts focussed on screaming to try and alleviate even a minute part of the pain.

“That’s it....yes my pet...feed me with your screams for I am starving!” Mhyress approached Alucard and leant down, caressing his cheek with one of her long, boney fingers.As her finger made contact with his skin, Alucard’s chest exploded in searing heat but it did not burn. It’s warmth washed over him, taking the pain away in an instant. Much to the demon’s shock he rose to his feet before her. She began to clench her fists once more but Alucard remained standing. The demons blackened eyes opened wide, her jaw dropping. She tried to force out some words but all that came out was demonic stuttering. Before her Alucard slowly raised his head, moving the hair from in front of his face. Mhyress shuffled backwards once she saw his face.

The crimson hue of his eyes glowed bright, casting a shadow over the rest of his face. Mhyress gazed into them and immediately knew what was happening, the demon looking like a nervous child caught misbehaving. Alucard grinned wide, exposing teeth that had grown long and pointed. A strange wind began to whip up around him, his cloak and hair flowing wildly as it picked up.

“What is it demon? Do you see me for what I truly am?” Alucard stepped forward and laughed as Mhyress met each of his incumbent steps with one of retreat. “Why do you cower?”

With her next step the demon picked up one of the wooden pews, launching the hard wood bench at the head of Alucard. The vampire stepped to his left in a blink, the pew crashing behind him and splintering into several pieces. With fear etched onto her blood red face Mhyress threw caution to the wind and began to swing her clawed fingers at Alucard relentlessly. The first strike hit its target, tearing a large wound into the chest of the vampire. Blood began to pour forth from the gaping gash before the second swipe hit its mark. Straight across his face, the flesh which covered the front of his skull was sent across the room to come to a rest against a raise cobblestone.

“I knew it was all bluster!” Mhyress let out a deafening cackle as she watched the faceless body of Alucard fall to the floor in a heap. With him motionless on the floor she raised her large foot and began to rain titanic stomps on him. In moments his body was reduced to a literal pulp of blood, flesh and splintered bone. “You had your one moment of resistance and now look at you. I will leave your remains on the steps of this cathedral so that others will know my power.” Triumphantly the demon turned around towards the fleshy mass that was once the altar.

For a moment Mhyress stopped still, a strange sensation overcoming her body. She looked down to see a long blade pressed against her chest, her demonic body becoming trapped by her own fear. “What?! How?!”

Before her Alucard stood looking as menacing as he had before her apparent victory. “I have powers beyond your comprehension demon. If I wish you to think that you have defeated me, then so be it. If I wish to finish you, then so be it.” The vampire began to push the tip of his blade into the flesh of Mhyress, the demon unable to move. “That being said...if you leave my people alone...then I will allow you to live…”

The demon raised her brow in surprise, she was being dictated to by a being of flesh from the world of mortals. Never had she heard of such things but in her mind she knew that whatever was inside Alucard, whatever the power was, it was beyond her. She had tried relentlessly to enact her powers over him but he was immovable in his resistance. All she could do was play on his fear and with that gone, she was powerless.

“I...I accept your terms…” For the first time the voice of Mhyress was completely and utterly submissive. She dropped to her knees, bringing her head just beneath Alucard’s. It hung against her crimson coloured chest, her eyes fixed on the floor at the vampires feet. She soon felt her head being raised by the hand of the Carmine leader, fixing his eyes to hers.

“It is simple...you can continue to feed when you wish but it cannot be anyone from my nation.” A smirk spread across his mouth as he continued. “In addition to this, you will do as I wish, when I wish it...the only other option is death.”

The demon looked truly defeated, the only satisfaction for her was that she was allowed to continue feeding on the mortal realms inhabitants. She had no idea of Alucard’s intentions for her but she did know that whatever they were, she had no option but to follow them.

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• Main
• Actions
• Current Status

• 
  Actions: Actions for current turn.
  Current Status: Projected coin/population generation and bonuses.
  
• 
  ⦿ Settlement:
  
  
  • Farming City | Built immediately at V5 due to policy.​
  | 3 Resources | [Standard Action]
  
  
  • Farming City | Built immediately at W5 due to policy.​
  | 3 Resources | [Standard Action]
  
  
  • Farming City | Built immediately at X5 due to policy.​
  | 3 Resources | [Necromancy Nation Trait]
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  ⦿ Structures:
  
  
  • Cathedral of Blood IV | As a result of Alucard defeating the demon Mhyress, she now does his bidding rather than risk death at his hand. Bonus is now divide by 2.​
  | 1 Resource | [Standard Action] |
  
  
  • The Belfry III | Master blacksmiths along with the ancient texts of Johann's library have resulted in a forge capable of creating powerful items. Each turn as a free action 2 resources may be spent to roll on the table below. Each item can be equipped to a leader or hero.
  
  1-6: Failure - Loses payment
  7: 1 stat point - 5
  8: 1 stat point - 10
  9: Leader Trait - 20
  10: Nation Relic Created - No item created. Gain one nation trait/policy instead. Lost if capital is taken. Only one may exist at a time. - 40
  
  The dice roll benefits stack however the listed cost does not. So if a 9 is rolled the item will have 2 stat point increases and a trait and would cost 20 resource to forge. Items need not be forged the same turn but failure to do it on the same turn will mean a roll cannot be made on the turn it is forged. Only one item per hero. Items can be scrapped for half value instead of rolling. For every item in existence, at 5 to the cost of 7, 8, 9 and 10.​
  | 1 Resource | [Undead Builders] |
  
  
  • The Night Barracks II | An extensive upgrade to the Night Barracks means even more soldiers can be trained. Another +1 unit on recruitment action.​
  | 1 Resource | [The Belfry I] |
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  ⦿ Research:
  
  
  • Necromancy II | More effective use of the necromantic arts improves the speed and efficiency of raising the dead. Limit of one unit of undead per turn raised through necromancy is incread to two.​
  | 1 Resource | [Immortal Scientists] |
  
  
  • Virkhov's Enlistment II | Further development of his personal forces has reduced the costs assosciated with training units once again. -1 cost to unit recruitment.​
  | 1 Resource | [The Belfry II]|
  
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  ⦿ Necromancy:
  
  • Necromancy Points Generated This Turn | 4
  
  
  • Additional Action | Build Settlement.​
  | 3 Necromancy Points |
  
  
  • Raise Undead | Raise a unit of undead on W3.​
  | 1 Necromancy Point|
  
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  ⦿ Explore:
  
  
  • Explore Farmland | Explore W4.​
  
  
• 
  
  Resources
  
  +Current: 8
  +Natural Turn Gain: 2
  +Forests/Mountains: 2
  +Farming Settlements: 4
  +Cathedral of Blood: 7
  -Structures: 3
  -Research: 2
  -Settlements: 9
  
  End of Turn Amount: 9
  
  Population
  
  +Current: 43
  +Farming Settlements: 4
  +Settlements at start of turn: 4x2 = 8
  +Cathedral of Blood: 7
  
  End of Turn Amount: 62​