The Nations of Ederyon

[Three Clubs]

The world seemed so very small from the sky. The once mighty oaks appeared as blades of grass in a great sea of trees, the endless horizon stretched forever onward in the distance. Krator broke his gaze and turned back to his men. Most had adjusted quite well after only a short while. This was a good sign for the future of Naroku airmanship, knowing orcs and men could operate at such altitudes would be crucial. He had tried to take mental notes on the construction of the flying machines, but to no use. They would need a working model or at least some designs to even get started, for now the negotiations would continue.


Looming ever closer in the distance was the mountains of the dwarves. Relationships with the dwarves were always tenuous. Feral orc bands were still known to conduct the occasional raid and even an enterprising lord or two has led expeditions into the mountains. These adventurers have never have returned with anything other than stories of warriors covered in magical metals that shattered spears and arrows alike. The stories of golden cities filled with animated suits of armor, is how most of the population feels about these mountains. With any luck, that would change today.


“The Mithral Hall” Krator announced to himself, one of the few dwarven halls known to the Naroku people. His expedition would be the first orcs to enter the hall officially under the banner of Naroku since the times of the first Kings. Official information on the dwarves was near non-existent, most of it came from the stories of traders and travelers.He turned back to the scholar. “Tell me scholar, how hospitable are the dwarves. My people have not had dealings with them since our founding.”





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[Dtheraider]

A Scientific Advancement

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Delumnar had spent all of the day in the lad brainstorming ideas for an airship. All of her lab assistants were busy cleaning up the area setting numerous jars of acid and oils back on their respected shelves. Before her was a fair sized chalk board. She had gone through countless designs ranging from an odd motorized bird to attaching it to a flock of drak'kans. Wait a second... She began to scribble vigorously, at times the ends of her fingers would scrape against the board producing an irritating screech, but she didn't care. What if they utilized not the drak'kans themselves, but instead the gas they produce, the only thing left would be containing it. This could be done though with finely woven and sealed silver spider thread. This is going to be easier than she originally thought.


While Delumnar was busy sketching her ideas a tablet was delivered to her. It was inquiring that she experiment with the use of spring steel to develop a weapon. She had one idea of course, by wrapping the steel into a coil it's elasticity could be utilized across and entire length, as well as by driving a spear down the centre they could compress it. This had an intriguing concept, steal weaponry in a compressed form and no powder to get wet, this was very intriguing indeed.

A small Misfortune

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Solortis had been seated at her desk and she looked out of her window to the frozen wasteland dotted with a metal oasis here and there. She let out a sigh as she continued to read the tablet before her. The barges that went South and West returned with absolutely no sign of of life. The barge assigned to head east was hit by a heavy storm and was forced to turn back . The Barge directed north found no land directly north, however once they headed east a little bit they found dry land. This land has thick forests similar to that of their northern neighbor. They found no inhabitants, however they didn't explore very far inland, and the island is much larger then can be visited in a day. This is going to be harder than she originally thought.


With this information she began to write another tablet with orders. They are going to return to this island, however the use of barges has it's limitations, instead they are going to be traveling under the sea. There will be a troop of 25 Terravir and two Iryns with plenty of rations marching across the sea floor to set up a starting point on the new land, if there were others out there she hoped to find them


Summary for those too lazy to read:


Delumnar is sketching ideas for an airship as well as developing a spring steel cannon. and Solartis learned of the central continent and is sending an underwater troop with two Iryns to further investigate.

 

[Spacekitty]

The necromancer continued his walk. "I see." he replied simply. After a moment of silence, the Necromancer and Terranbar had reached the outskirts of an area of the city unlike the rest. It was a somewhat gloomy looking place dominated by large brick buildings. The sounds of industry filled the air, and smoke billowed up from countless chimneys as fires blazed. "Here is the beating heart of my kingdom. An army cannot fight without the proper arms and armour, yes? The same principle applies to navies. Here we have picked up your invention of cannons and applied them to ships."


As if on cue, the two passed a cannon foundry, where the shapes of cannon barrels were seen being fitted into their mounts, while in the back white-hot metal was seen being shaped into new cannons. Hammers clanged, and sparks flew through the air. The skeletons at work cared little for this, as the sparks appeared to be barely an inconvenience for them. A few skeletons with a pale light emanating from their skulls were visible, directing work and carrying out the tasks that required the most skill.


Although he would be hard pressed to admit it, Terranbar was quite impressed with the effiency they created their tools and cannons with and the overall quality of the design. Of course it was nothing compared to Dwarven manufactureies, but it was still damn impressive for a human.


Meanwhile, a large troop of skeletons with large broadswords and light plate armour thundered in the opposite direction, parting smoothly around their Mordius and Terranbar. At its head was a Necromancer dressed in white robes with a greatly hooked nose. He loosely held a sword in one hand, and a gnarled wand in the other. As the man passed, he threw a hasty salute, clenching his wand hand into a fist and placing it to his breast. Mordius returned the gesture casually, before returning his attention to Terranbar. "If you wish to know more about anything, simply ask me. Information should be a bountiful resource to a friend." Mordius referred to Terranbar as a friend as a subtle test of how much progress he was making with the Dwarven King. Obviously there was telepathy, but Mordius wasn't quite in the mood to go poking around in people's minds.


"Nay, not really... Well maybe one."


Terranbar cleared his throat and glanced around, making sure none of his Dwarfs had decided to follow. They wouldn't really appreciate his next question.


"How exactly did you get all this, all these skeletons and all these buildings?"


"Oh and, are there any people here besides you and those other two?

 

[Spacekitty]

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