Oct 16, 2019 1:59 pm
Your idea for the division might work, but I think I do need to look at combat rules a bit closer. I was really not intending to have land change hands quite that fast. I'll post more on this soon.
The Eleven Marches
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Oct 16, 2019 2:18 pm
Actually, no, it's already in the rules. Here's what is supposed to happen:
Attacking & Defending
Attacking with your military is simple. Indicate how much of your military is going to attack, and then roll 1d6 for each military. Then, roll 1d6 for each defending military. Compare the highest result for each side.
- If the defender's result is higher, the military you spent are gone for the week. They can no longer attack or defend.
- If both results tie, you stalemate, so no territory changes hands. Neither the attacking nor defending military can attack or defend for the rest of the week.
- If the attacker's result is higher, The province changes hands. The attacking military is now defending in that province. It must remain there until you develop that province.
So essentially, here's what's supposed to happen. You decide where your armies are going to attack. Say there's two provinces you want, and there's 8 armies. You can send 4 to one and 4 to the other or you can send 2 and 6, or you could just send them all to one and ignore the other.
If you win, those armies are in that province until you develop it. They're not usable again.
Now, I don't think there's any need to change your posts. Your armies can just be spread thin. But that means next week, you'll need to develop all those at least once if you want your armies back.
Attacking & Defending
Attacking with your military is simple. Indicate how much of your military is going to attack, and then roll 1d6 for each military. Then, roll 1d6 for each defending military. Compare the highest result for each side.
- If the defender's result is higher, the military you spent are gone for the week. They can no longer attack or defend.
- If both results tie, you stalemate, so no territory changes hands. Neither the attacking nor defending military can attack or defend for the rest of the week.
- If the attacker's result is higher, The province changes hands. The attacking military is now defending in that province. It must remain there until you develop that province.
So essentially, here's what's supposed to happen. You decide where your armies are going to attack. Say there's two provinces you want, and there's 8 armies. You can send 4 to one and 4 to the other or you can send 2 and 6, or you could just send them all to one and ignore the other.
If you win, those armies are in that province until you develop it. They're not usable again.
Now, I don't think there's any need to change your posts. Your armies can just be spread thin. But that means next week, you'll need to develop all those at least once if you want your armies back.
Oct 16, 2019 2:23 pm
Falconloft says:
- If the attacker's result is higher, The province changes hands. The attacking military is now defending in that province. It must remain there until you develop that province.
That probably means we need to keep track of where the armies are from now on I guess.
Oct 21, 2019 2:43 pm
The Eleven Marches
- Ashenport's name has apparently angered many, both in your land and beyond, and there is pressure on multiple fronts to rename it.
-> The druids are angry because it is sacrilegious? The nobles from Foundation are angry because is is treasonous to the old emperor?
- The scion of a major house is killed when a bomb being smuggled through the Marches detonates prematurely. Or did it?
-> Only the master of guilds is available as a noble to kill... Introduce someone else? Maybe kill the appraiser as the guild are also plotting within the plot.
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- Ashenport's name has apparently angered many, both in your land and beyond, and there is pressure on multiple fronts to rename it.
-> The druids are angry because it is sacrilegious? The nobles from Foundation are angry because is is treasonous to the old emperor?
- The scion of a major house is killed when a bomb being smuggled through the Marches detonates prematurely. Or did it?
-> Only the master of guilds is available as a noble to kill... Introduce someone else? Maybe kill the appraiser as the guild are also plotting within the plot.
OOC:
All looks like rebellion so I'll focus on development and stabilising the marches and leave the "revelation" for next week[ +- ] Post 1
Post 1: Troubles
Event: Ashenport's name has apparently angered many, both in your land and beyond, and there is pressure on multiple fronts to rename it.
(The One Councilor)
Peace has finally come to the Old Lands. With careful diplomacy, and a well-timed display of force, the elven tribes were placed right at the center of the New Covenant. The Triumvirate was still new and fairly unstable, but so far, all distrust has been put aside to rebuild the land ravaged by the war and the recent earthquake. But with the external calm, the internal noise became more noticeable. Many influential nobles disliked the efficient way the Elves took control of a big part of the Old Lands, including the Old Imperial Capital itself! And, unsurprisingly, not many Elves liked the way he had taken the power and become the One Councilor after the Lady of the Eleven was betrayed. Luckily, most nobles had lost most of their armies in the war and most of the archdruid were still recovering from the last brigand attack. This was far more devastated than anyone could have predicted. Four archdruids lay dead, with two still fighting the last remains of the beasts that plague their March. All his enemies were powerless but even so, it was his new city that sparked the riots! Ashenport… The name of one city made him the most hated person in the Old Lands: the elves accused him of heresy, preferring one aspect of nature over all others, abandoning the true spirits of the land for a fake god; the human nobles, revolted by the disrespect shown for the true emperor, who has sacrificed everything just so an elf would make a mockery of his lands. Even Cloudspire used this as an excuse to cut diplomatic ties, impose commercial embargoes and close their borders, standing a thousand feet above everyone, alone as usual. A clear threat to their integrity and the integrity of the Triumvirate they said. Only Unilith seemed to ignore this issue, as the mages were mostly busy with their own things in their leaning tower. "Ashenport… what a strange choice of name…" He thought as he approached the new city, fire burning as high as the sun. He was not comfortable with the idea of a city build to honour one spirit, and it seems the spirits agreed with him. His mission was simple: prevent the growing riots from getting out of hand. Clearly he arrived too late, so he switched priorities: rescue the Appraiser of the Art and the Master of the Guilds, put out the fire and set up some security patrols. "Looks like the port is nothing more than ashes now. Indeed the Guardian of the Library was right. The city was scorched by its sun and it is nothing but ashes now".
Event: Ashenport's name has apparently angered many, both in your land and beyond, and there is pressure on multiple fronts to rename it.
(The One Councilor)
Peace has finally come to the Old Lands. With careful diplomacy, and a well-timed display of force, the elven tribes were placed right at the center of the New Covenant. The Triumvirate was still new and fairly unstable, but so far, all distrust has been put aside to rebuild the land ravaged by the war and the recent earthquake. But with the external calm, the internal noise became more noticeable. Many influential nobles disliked the efficient way the Elves took control of a big part of the Old Lands, including the Old Imperial Capital itself! And, unsurprisingly, not many Elves liked the way he had taken the power and become the One Councilor after the Lady of the Eleven was betrayed. Luckily, most nobles had lost most of their armies in the war and most of the archdruid were still recovering from the last brigand attack. This was far more devastated than anyone could have predicted. Four archdruids lay dead, with two still fighting the last remains of the beasts that plague their March. All his enemies were powerless but even so, it was his new city that sparked the riots! Ashenport… The name of one city made him the most hated person in the Old Lands: the elves accused him of heresy, preferring one aspect of nature over all others, abandoning the true spirits of the land for a fake god; the human nobles, revolted by the disrespect shown for the true emperor, who has sacrificed everything just so an elf would make a mockery of his lands. Even Cloudspire used this as an excuse to cut diplomatic ties, impose commercial embargoes and close their borders, standing a thousand feet above everyone, alone as usual. A clear threat to their integrity and the integrity of the Triumvirate they said. Only Unilith seemed to ignore this issue, as the mages were mostly busy with their own things in their leaning tower. "Ashenport… what a strange choice of name…" He thought as he approached the new city, fire burning as high as the sun. He was not comfortable with the idea of a city build to honour one spirit, and it seems the spirits agreed with him. His mission was simple: prevent the growing riots from getting out of hand. Clearly he arrived too late, so he switched priorities: rescue the Appraiser of the Art and the Master of the Guilds, put out the fire and set up some security patrols. "Looks like the port is nothing more than ashes now. Indeed the Guardian of the Library was right. The city was scorched by its sun and it is nothing but ashes now".
[ +- ] Post 2
Post 2: Stability
(The Overseer of the Roads)
The war was over, but the fight continued, this time, within the Covenant itself. He had shown his military genius by marching all the way to the heart of the Empire and preventing Cloudspire’s interference. Now, his army was spread thin across the Confederation land, he rallied the few men he could spare around the Confederation’s new old Foundation lands, busy slowly putting down any remaining opposition and controlling the old loyalist rebellions. Some of those old noble families were not taking the idea of the New Covenant triumvirate very well… He had to oversee the rebuilding of the wartorn provinces, the development of new fortifications and, of course, ensure the road networks remained operational. Peace was a welcomed break as it allowed him to focus on his duties: managing and investing in infrastructures. But there was so much work to be done, that it looked like he was still fighting a war, this time against all the number and papers. The logistics were getting too complex with the quick land expansion. It would take some time to recover and re-organize the Confederation, but he could already see the progress and his eyes were fixed on the future. Even the locals became quickly aware that the change was for the best and their new lords would not abandon them to their fate. He was happy and felt at home when a messenger arrived. "My lord, I bring news from the southern provinces". He was no lord and it felt very strange being called one. "When did an archdruid become a lord?" he wondered about what was happening back at in capital. Rumours of change reached the easternmost borders, but nothing concrete he could make sense of. "Your presence is immediately requested at the new city of Ashenport. Bring as many men as you can spare" the messenger continues, handing him the official request.
(The Overseer of the Roads)
The war was over, but the fight continued, this time, within the Covenant itself. He had shown his military genius by marching all the way to the heart of the Empire and preventing Cloudspire’s interference. Now, his army was spread thin across the Confederation land, he rallied the few men he could spare around the Confederation’s new old Foundation lands, busy slowly putting down any remaining opposition and controlling the old loyalist rebellions. Some of those old noble families were not taking the idea of the New Covenant triumvirate very well… He had to oversee the rebuilding of the wartorn provinces, the development of new fortifications and, of course, ensure the road networks remained operational. Peace was a welcomed break as it allowed him to focus on his duties: managing and investing in infrastructures. But there was so much work to be done, that it looked like he was still fighting a war, this time against all the number and papers. The logistics were getting too complex with the quick land expansion. It would take some time to recover and re-organize the Confederation, but he could already see the progress and his eyes were fixed on the future. Even the locals became quickly aware that the change was for the best and their new lords would not abandon them to their fate. He was happy and felt at home when a messenger arrived. "My lord, I bring news from the southern provinces". He was no lord and it felt very strange being called one. "When did an archdruid become a lord?" he wondered about what was happening back at in capital. Rumours of change reached the easternmost borders, but nothing concrete he could make sense of. "Your presence is immediately requested at the new city of Ashenport. Bring as many men as you can spare" the messenger continues, handing him the official request.
[ +- ] Post 3
Post 3: Settlement
(The Appraiser of Arts)
Willowvale felt like home to the Appraiser of Arts. Mostly because it was a resource rich mining province, the dwarf would admit. There was something about being surrounded by all that metal and stone cargos that were so frenetically moved. There was also something about the city not being on fire. Ashenport, well, Ash-pot as it was known amongst its opponents after burning down, was saved to a certain degree by the intervention of the Overseer of the Roads. The archdruid of the land proved to be very resourceful and managed to, almost single-handedly, put an end to the internal unrest plaguing. His public projects, security patrols and rebuilding priority allowed for the commerce and industry to boom once again. These elves knew how to run things, the dwarf could tell. With the fertile lands of Foundation and the large herds of Northvale, food was aplenty. So much so that new textiles and cloths were flowing through the veins of the Confederation, meeting with the elven jewellery in the heart of the new arts centre, the old capital where the old imperial elite was enjoying the new artistry created by the best artisans in the land. But that was not what brought him to Willovale. "Wood in, stone out" that was the motto on the busy port. Wood and Cloth flooded the seaside marketplace, feeding into the naval industry. A minor port turned into a major industry centre in a matter of months! The ambition of these elves knew no bounds. Now they wanted to move past the Old Lands and settle on the other side of the north sea. The new plans were to officially explore and re-discover the lands to the north, but the rumour was that a well-placed fortification could hamper Cloudspire’s merchant fleet, making the Confederacy the prominent trade power of the Old lands.
(The Appraiser of Arts)
Willowvale felt like home to the Appraiser of Arts. Mostly because it was a resource rich mining province, the dwarf would admit. There was something about being surrounded by all that metal and stone cargos that were so frenetically moved. There was also something about the city not being on fire. Ashenport, well, Ash-pot as it was known amongst its opponents after burning down, was saved to a certain degree by the intervention of the Overseer of the Roads. The archdruid of the land proved to be very resourceful and managed to, almost single-handedly, put an end to the internal unrest plaguing. His public projects, security patrols and rebuilding priority allowed for the commerce and industry to boom once again. These elves knew how to run things, the dwarf could tell. With the fertile lands of Foundation and the large herds of Northvale, food was aplenty. So much so that new textiles and cloths were flowing through the veins of the Confederation, meeting with the elven jewellery in the heart of the new arts centre, the old capital where the old imperial elite was enjoying the new artistry created by the best artisans in the land. But that was not what brought him to Willovale. "Wood in, stone out" that was the motto on the busy port. Wood and Cloth flooded the seaside marketplace, feeding into the naval industry. A minor port turned into a major industry centre in a matter of months! The ambition of these elves knew no bounds. Now they wanted to move past the Old Lands and settle on the other side of the north sea. The new plans were to officially explore and re-discover the lands to the north, but the rumour was that a well-placed fortification could hamper Cloudspire’s merchant fleet, making the Confederacy the prominent trade power of the Old lands.
[ +- ] post 4
Post 4: Accident
Event: The scion of a major house is killed when a bomb being smuggled through the Marches detonates prematurely. Or did it?
(Scion of House Greenvale)[i]
He was young and he didn’t trust The One Councilor or any elf for that matter. The Confederation was finally at peace with the burning of [i]Ash-pot. That bloody name was like a curse cast on the Old Lands’ nobility. Clearly, it meant that the elves were plotting to remove the human nobles soon… It was too late to rename it Southport. That could please the archdruids, but most lay dead with their lands in ruins. Cloudspire would probably never open their borders again. Those arrogant bastards liked to just "observe" we "lower people" high from their mountain. Always have, always will. But he could not accept that the human nobility was just being bought by all the jewels and riches the elves stole from them. Rumour was that something was happening west, close to Ulithith’s border. That would be a great opportunity for him and his men. The new trade agreement providing chemicals and stone in exchange for Unilith’s famous magical enchantments was fragile and they could take advantage of it. Simply put, instability at the border and weak trade routes equaled easy smuggling. And he knew just how to get the right "enchantment".
(Lord of House Greenvale)
"My lord, we have received grave news" the messenger enter the room in a strangely abrupt manner. "It is your only son and heir, he.." the messenger puts the scroll on top of the table. As the Lord of House Greenvale reads it, the blood from his face is slowly drained. "An accidental explosion? Why was he even near a warehouse?" The lord considers. "He must have been lured by whoever is smuggling these explosive into the confederacy". He stood up and quickly ordered for his most trusted advisors to be summoned, leaving his wife inconsolably crying alone at the dinner table. He had spoken against the naming of Ashenport… could this have been payback? He had to move quickly, and he knew exactly where he had to go. The Mouth of the Land ad to be rescued!
Event: The scion of a major house is killed when a bomb being smuggled through the Marches detonates prematurely. Or did it?
(Scion of House Greenvale)[i]
He was young and he didn’t trust The One Councilor or any elf for that matter. The Confederation was finally at peace with the burning of [i]Ash-pot. That bloody name was like a curse cast on the Old Lands’ nobility. Clearly, it meant that the elves were plotting to remove the human nobles soon… It was too late to rename it Southport. That could please the archdruids, but most lay dead with their lands in ruins. Cloudspire would probably never open their borders again. Those arrogant bastards liked to just "observe" we "lower people" high from their mountain. Always have, always will. But he could not accept that the human nobility was just being bought by all the jewels and riches the elves stole from them. Rumour was that something was happening west, close to Ulithith’s border. That would be a great opportunity for him and his men. The new trade agreement providing chemicals and stone in exchange for Unilith’s famous magical enchantments was fragile and they could take advantage of it. Simply put, instability at the border and weak trade routes equaled easy smuggling. And he knew just how to get the right "enchantment".
(Lord of House Greenvale)
"My lord, we have received grave news" the messenger enter the room in a strangely abrupt manner. "It is your only son and heir, he.." the messenger puts the scroll on top of the table. As the Lord of House Greenvale reads it, the blood from his face is slowly drained. "An accidental explosion? Why was he even near a warehouse?" The lord considers. "He must have been lured by whoever is smuggling these explosive into the confederacy". He stood up and quickly ordered for his most trusted advisors to be summoned, leaving his wife inconsolably crying alone at the dinner table. He had spoken against the naming of Ashenport… could this have been payback? He had to move quickly, and he knew exactly where he had to go. The Mouth of the Land ad to be rescued!
OOC:
Producing:(Textile + Livestock = Cloth) + Wood = Ship, Unarmed
Gemstone + Precious Metal = Jewelry
Stone
Chemicals
Art
Crops
Last edited October 25, 2019 9:01 am
Oct 29, 2019 3:39 pm
The Eleven Marches
- There is a glow in the western sky beyond Unilith. Rumors spread but none of them agree.
- The harvest is very poor this year, and many of the plants that didn't grow are covered with black growth.
Post 1: The Unsetting sun
Event: There is a glow in the western sky beyond Unilith. Rumors spread but none of them agree.
(Lord of House Greenvale)
"Now this would teach those bloody elves their place!" The Lord of Greenvale, not leader of the old nobility uprising thinks to himself has he see the Mounth of the Land, a fellow noble that has been strangely accused of treason, brought before him. Taken from under that one councilor’s nose. "Welcome back brother" he greets the old member of the Magrave’s council. They have never met of course, since Greenvale was Foundation’s land, but they have heard of each other’s deeds.
It was meant to be dark but, for the first time, the sun refused to set. He stood up, disturbed by the strange orange glow from the west. Most of the human nobility from the eastern uprising was afraid of what the elven councilor was up to. Was he preparing some retaliatory magic? No human really understood the elven powers and that of their spirits.
The discussion with the Mouth of the was very interesting. Clearly, he was a brilliant man who knew a far too much for the elves’ taste. They have found and rescued the missing Foundation and Willowvale diplomats and spies, they found that the Margrave was killed by some Unilith Mages and that, there was some real resistance in the west. An unstoppable army lead by a charismatic general that has so far manages to avoid bloodshed. Apparently, all the men bow to this general even before the battle start. Hopeful rumor that maybe the strange glow was nothing more than Elven Gate on fire, a new Ash-pot, high flames consuming the old town, burning so bright that it looked like a night sun? The Mouth of the land suggested marching west, to meet this new rebel general and find out what he wanted. More importantly, he insisted that war should be avoided, as he new the Lady has been manipulated by the Guardian of the Library, who called himself the one Councilor, and that something else was behind him, something related with the destruction of the Council Lands...
Post 2: The new settlement
Event: The harvest is very poor this year, and many of the plants that didn't grow are covered with black growth.
(Appraiser of the Arts)
That orange glow to the west was strange. It has been two full moons and it was still there. The harvests were devastated. Too much light the farmers would complain. Entire fields barely productive a thing, cattle and herd thinning without anything to eat. Bad harvest happened all the time, but this time, it was worse than bad. And there was something wrong with the land that the peasants were not seeing. It wasn’t just that the plants were not growing, or even that they were dying. They grew just fine at the start. Just as one would expect. And then, they black growth would catch up. It was as if they were replaced by a shadowy version of themselves. It all started with that orange glow in the west. The traders and peasants grew used to it, despite all the difficulties. They called it either a god’s warning or punishment. Some called it "some magics from those crazy wizards". He had even heard that this was what happened in New Teloch, and soon the dead would rise to kill all nobles even in the Old Lands. He couldn’t tell, but it was affecting the food supply, and that was putting a lot of stress on the trade. Luckily, the new settlement has not been as severely affected and the supply is just enough to feed the people. But more land to farm is required and the tension with Terminus, the Covenent dissidents is increasing. He was effectively ruling the north sea now and he would have to ensure food supply would be available. The tritons helps Terminus before the war, so maybe he could send someone up to Rivellesk to get on the sea-people’s good side and open new trade routes. If things stayed as they were, and the black growth plague was not solved quickly, the Confederation was up to some bad times…
Post 3: Sun to ashes
(The One Councilor)
He opened the window to see it for himself as he could not believe that the day was not ending. This was bad. As Archudruid of the sun he, the one Councilor, was the obvious scape goat. Clearly the unruly crowd outside the palace agreed with him. His plan to build a temple to the sun failed and now, the sun wouldn’t set. He pulled the curtains away and was immediately bathed by the faint orange light from the west. He had wondered what sort of power could have done that. Unilith mages wouldn’t bother would they? There was that one man that was exiled to wander the Wastes. There were rumors of an expanding new nation somewhere that way. Oszeth, he believed is what they called themselves. Bunch of lunatics and criminals apparently but… could they be involved he wondered. But seeing the light from the west, that dancing glow that is keeping the night away, changed everything. He now knew what it was. He looked around his office and then raises his hand. As he looked at it, he could see the skin slowly drying up and darkening as the strange western glow bathed him. Having been the master of all spies and owner of all the information, he understood exactly what was happening, but he never expected he would have been fooled this easily. As his body’s surface layers start to slowly crumble into ashes, he looks back and sits down. Those bloody wizards had gotten him after all! They were messing with powers they should have kept asleep and disrupting the fine balance that the old emperor had managed to keep...
He was awoken by a loud bang as the door was kicked open. He had no idea how many days and night have passed. He only hoped he could resist the darkness long enough. As he saw the Lady of the Eleven, the Month of the Land and the Lord of Greenvale storming in, he knew he had succeeded. He could only hope it wasn’t too late now for he thing he had set into motion to find their way and annihilate those idiots that cursed him! Looking back at the window, he could see the glow still there. "I wonder where the centenary ram is" he says as he bursts into ashes.
Post 4: Making of a Lady
(The Lady of the Eleven)
She was born to the tribe of the mistletoe, under a winter storm. She was born small and light. For a small nomadic tribe that wandered the Eleven Marches in a constant struggle, this was not good. She was born weak and would grow weak, a burden to the tribe that still followed the old ways, moving free as the spirits, according to the signs and clues of nature. However, as her tribe, she would adapt and survive. Unable to compete directly with the strength of her peers, she learned subtler ways of obtaining the same results. Instead of hunting the prey, running after it, surrounding it and then killing it, she would approach as quick as the wind and strike true from afar. The strange connection she developed with the spirits of nature, allowed her to have the help of animals and plants, tricking the prey into her traps. This, of course, was not according to old ways and so, when the day came for her Rite of Passage, she found herself on her own in a secluded forest. That wouldn’t have stopped her but, someone sabotaged her in order to stop her tricks. As she reached for an arrow, she accidentally triggered an enchantment, turning the wood into a snake. Bitten by the poisonous creature, her focus was lost into strange hallucinations. In one of these visions, the spirit of the moonlight shone upon her and guided her into a sacred cove, showing her the way to healing, the ancient ritual of the mixing of bloods. There was no way she could succeed in controlling such powerful magics, but she was being followed. As soon as she entered the sacred cove, three wolves smelled her and, with intelligent her, carefully studied all her movements from the darkness of what was a moonless sky.
- There is a glow in the western sky beyond Unilith. Rumors spread but none of them agree.
- The harvest is very poor this year, and many of the plants that didn't grow are covered with black growth.
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Post 1: The Unsetting sun
Event: There is a glow in the western sky beyond Unilith. Rumors spread but none of them agree.
(Lord of House Greenvale)
"Now this would teach those bloody elves their place!" The Lord of Greenvale, not leader of the old nobility uprising thinks to himself has he see the Mounth of the Land, a fellow noble that has been strangely accused of treason, brought before him. Taken from under that one councilor’s nose. "Welcome back brother" he greets the old member of the Magrave’s council. They have never met of course, since Greenvale was Foundation’s land, but they have heard of each other’s deeds.
It was meant to be dark but, for the first time, the sun refused to set. He stood up, disturbed by the strange orange glow from the west. Most of the human nobility from the eastern uprising was afraid of what the elven councilor was up to. Was he preparing some retaliatory magic? No human really understood the elven powers and that of their spirits.
The discussion with the Mouth of the was very interesting. Clearly, he was a brilliant man who knew a far too much for the elves’ taste. They have found and rescued the missing Foundation and Willowvale diplomats and spies, they found that the Margrave was killed by some Unilith Mages and that, there was some real resistance in the west. An unstoppable army lead by a charismatic general that has so far manages to avoid bloodshed. Apparently, all the men bow to this general even before the battle start. Hopeful rumor that maybe the strange glow was nothing more than Elven Gate on fire, a new Ash-pot, high flames consuming the old town, burning so bright that it looked like a night sun? The Mouth of the land suggested marching west, to meet this new rebel general and find out what he wanted. More importantly, he insisted that war should be avoided, as he new the Lady has been manipulated by the Guardian of the Library, who called himself the one Councilor, and that something else was behind him, something related with the destruction of the Council Lands...
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Post 2: The new settlement
Event: The harvest is very poor this year, and many of the plants that didn't grow are covered with black growth.
(Appraiser of the Arts)
That orange glow to the west was strange. It has been two full moons and it was still there. The harvests were devastated. Too much light the farmers would complain. Entire fields barely productive a thing, cattle and herd thinning without anything to eat. Bad harvest happened all the time, but this time, it was worse than bad. And there was something wrong with the land that the peasants were not seeing. It wasn’t just that the plants were not growing, or even that they were dying. They grew just fine at the start. Just as one would expect. And then, they black growth would catch up. It was as if they were replaced by a shadowy version of themselves. It all started with that orange glow in the west. The traders and peasants grew used to it, despite all the difficulties. They called it either a god’s warning or punishment. Some called it "some magics from those crazy wizards". He had even heard that this was what happened in New Teloch, and soon the dead would rise to kill all nobles even in the Old Lands. He couldn’t tell, but it was affecting the food supply, and that was putting a lot of stress on the trade. Luckily, the new settlement has not been as severely affected and the supply is just enough to feed the people. But more land to farm is required and the tension with Terminus, the Covenent dissidents is increasing. He was effectively ruling the north sea now and he would have to ensure food supply would be available. The tritons helps Terminus before the war, so maybe he could send someone up to Rivellesk to get on the sea-people’s good side and open new trade routes. If things stayed as they were, and the black growth plague was not solved quickly, the Confederation was up to some bad times…
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Post 3: Sun to ashes
(The One Councilor)
He opened the window to see it for himself as he could not believe that the day was not ending. This was bad. As Archudruid of the sun he, the one Councilor, was the obvious scape goat. Clearly the unruly crowd outside the palace agreed with him. His plan to build a temple to the sun failed and now, the sun wouldn’t set. He pulled the curtains away and was immediately bathed by the faint orange light from the west. He had wondered what sort of power could have done that. Unilith mages wouldn’t bother would they? There was that one man that was exiled to wander the Wastes. There were rumors of an expanding new nation somewhere that way. Oszeth, he believed is what they called themselves. Bunch of lunatics and criminals apparently but… could they be involved he wondered. But seeing the light from the west, that dancing glow that is keeping the night away, changed everything. He now knew what it was. He looked around his office and then raises his hand. As he looked at it, he could see the skin slowly drying up and darkening as the strange western glow bathed him. Having been the master of all spies and owner of all the information, he understood exactly what was happening, but he never expected he would have been fooled this easily. As his body’s surface layers start to slowly crumble into ashes, he looks back and sits down. Those bloody wizards had gotten him after all! They were messing with powers they should have kept asleep and disrupting the fine balance that the old emperor had managed to keep...
He was awoken by a loud bang as the door was kicked open. He had no idea how many days and night have passed. He only hoped he could resist the darkness long enough. As he saw the Lady of the Eleven, the Month of the Land and the Lord of Greenvale storming in, he knew he had succeeded. He could only hope it wasn’t too late now for he thing he had set into motion to find their way and annihilate those idiots that cursed him! Looking back at the window, he could see the glow still there. "I wonder where the centenary ram is" he says as he bursts into ashes.
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Post 4: Making of a Lady
(The Lady of the Eleven)
She was born to the tribe of the mistletoe, under a winter storm. She was born small and light. For a small nomadic tribe that wandered the Eleven Marches in a constant struggle, this was not good. She was born weak and would grow weak, a burden to the tribe that still followed the old ways, moving free as the spirits, according to the signs and clues of nature. However, as her tribe, she would adapt and survive. Unable to compete directly with the strength of her peers, she learned subtler ways of obtaining the same results. Instead of hunting the prey, running after it, surrounding it and then killing it, she would approach as quick as the wind and strike true from afar. The strange connection she developed with the spirits of nature, allowed her to have the help of animals and plants, tricking the prey into her traps. This, of course, was not according to old ways and so, when the day came for her Rite of Passage, she found herself on her own in a secluded forest. That wouldn’t have stopped her but, someone sabotaged her in order to stop her tricks. As she reached for an arrow, she accidentally triggered an enchantment, turning the wood into a snake. Bitten by the poisonous creature, her focus was lost into strange hallucinations. In one of these visions, the spirit of the moonlight shone upon her and guided her into a sacred cove, showing her the way to healing, the ancient ritual of the mixing of bloods. There was no way she could succeed in controlling such powerful magics, but she was being followed. As soon as she entered the sacred cove, three wolves smelled her and, with intelligent her, carefully studied all her movements from the darkness of what was a moonless sky.
Last edited October 31, 2019 12:08 pm
Nov 13, 2019 3:12 pm
The Eleven Marches
- Travellers from the desert describe a new sun standing on the low plain.
- Hearing rumors from Rivellesk about doppelgangers, some feel it would be prudent to find out if the same is happening at home. What do you discover?
-Let's see what your nations look like to other players! Write a 400 word post on the daily life of a citizen from another nation. Everyone who does gets a free city. Post your submissions here.
bonus post from Oszeth -> lead to event with travellers from the desert
Meeting with Rivellesk -> lead to rumours and investigations
continue lady's background
The mission to the northern seas was the first time the Confederacy looked away from the old lands. Little choice did they have, caught between the superpower of Cloudspire and the magic power of Unilith. Turned out that there was much to learn away from these lands. Much about what was going on in the old lands. At first, it seemed a minor curiosity, a small detail from a long time ago. However, the word from the Guardian of the library, the self styled one councillor, hunted his sleep. "What happened to the centennial ram?" a strange question to ask as one crumbled to ash... but then the rumours from Rivellesk, the research notes and the old imperial documents that they have found in the palace... there was a pattern, a old ritual that pointed to the creature of something. Spells developed by the mages of old that were refined by the mages of Unilith. Spells that lead to the fall of the council lands. The connection between the Ash King, the Stasis Barrier and the Immortal ram. A mockery to the creation himself... and it was being used against cloudspire!
It would take time to find out all the details but it was clear that the isolation of Cloudspire was dangerous. In that restricted area, an experiment of some kind was going on. But what could it be? It wasn’t like those simulacra the sea men rumoured about in the north. And it wasn’t an ash copy as the Guardian was... it was more real, and it concerned the new heir. She has been right since the start! The new heir cane out of nowhere and took over just like that! As she looked at the inquisitors, the new human task force, she knew things would change. Even the highest levels of human nobility have been infiltrated and the proof were those two ash copies crumbling in front of her...
- Travellers from the desert describe a new sun standing on the low plain.
- Hearing rumors from Rivellesk about doppelgangers, some feel it would be prudent to find out if the same is happening at home. What do you discover?
-Let's see what your nations look like to other players! Write a 400 word post on the daily life of a citizen from another nation. Everyone who does gets a free city. Post your submissions here.
bonus post from Oszeth -> lead to event with travellers from the desert
Meeting with Rivellesk -> lead to rumours and investigations
continue lady's background
[ +- ] Making of a Lady
She was born to the tribe of the mistletoe, under a winter storm. She was born small and slim. For a small nomadic tribe that wandered the Eleven Marches in a constant struggle, this was no good. She was born weak and would grow weak, a burden to the tribe that still followed the old ways, moving free as the spirits, according to the signs and clues of nature. However, as her tribe, she would adapt and survive. Unable to compete directly with the strength of her peers, she learned subtler ways of obtaining the same results. Instead of hunting the prey, running after it, surrounding it and killing it, she would approach as silent as the wind and strike true from afar. The strange connection she developed with the spirits of nature, allowed her to have the help of animals and plants, tricking the prey into her traps.
This, of course, was not according to the old ways and so, when the day came for her Rite of Passage, she found herself on her own in a secluded forest. That wouldn’t have stopped her, but someone sabotaged her in order to stop her tricks. As she reached for an arrow, she accidentally triggered an enchantment, turning the wood back into a snake. Bitten by the poisonous creature, her focus was lost as she dove into strange hallucinations. It was during one of these visions that the spirit of the moonlight shone upon her and guided her into a sacred cove, showing her the way to healing, the ancient ritual of the mixing of bloods. There was no way she could succeed in controlling such powerful magics on her own, but she was being followed. As soon as she entered the sacred cove, three wolves smelled her and, with intelligent looking eyes, carefully studied all her movements from the darkness of what was a actually a moonless sky.
Post 2: Making of a Lady
(The Lady of the Eleven)
Of course, the ancient ritual didn’t work as she saw in her delusional visions. A young untrained elf stood no change to complete the mixing of bloods and in her state, she could barely tell what was her mind’s creation and what she was actually experiencing. The words from the tomes she was reading flew out to become images and signs. All the while, the three wolves stood still, studying her. A stupid child they though obviously, as wondered what her idea was. To their surprise, she showed a truly deep connection to the spirits of the land.
She woke up in a dark cave, alone. She have very vague and confusing memories, the Rite of Passage, the moon, owling in the distance, distorted images and scripts. She couldn’t tell where she was or how she got there. A chill ran down her spine. She felt the physiological reaction, but her mind was unshaken. No fear, no feelings. The cave felt cold and she quickly stood up, and urgent surge to find a heat source taking over her. She felt agile, quick and more perceptive. But there was something wrong. Her skin felt tougher, her legs moved differently and her eyes saw much more. She ran through the one tunnel in the cave and quickly found one a fire place. The little heat she could feel at the distance was like water after day under the desert’s scorching sun. She never felt that. "So you survived? Come, join me" a voice echoed on the cold stones from the immobile bulk of a man standing by the fireplace. She walked carefully, distrustfully, with far too calculated moves. And then she saw it. In the dark, she hadn’t noticed, but with the weak light from the fire shining on her, she was terrified. She was shedding her skin, under it only scales remained.
This, of course, was not according to the old ways and so, when the day came for her Rite of Passage, she found herself on her own in a secluded forest. That wouldn’t have stopped her, but someone sabotaged her in order to stop her tricks. As she reached for an arrow, she accidentally triggered an enchantment, turning the wood back into a snake. Bitten by the poisonous creature, her focus was lost as she dove into strange hallucinations. It was during one of these visions that the spirit of the moonlight shone upon her and guided her into a sacred cove, showing her the way to healing, the ancient ritual of the mixing of bloods. There was no way she could succeed in controlling such powerful magics on her own, but she was being followed. As soon as she entered the sacred cove, three wolves smelled her and, with intelligent looking eyes, carefully studied all her movements from the darkness of what was a actually a moonless sky.
Post 2: Making of a Lady
(The Lady of the Eleven)
Of course, the ancient ritual didn’t work as she saw in her delusional visions. A young untrained elf stood no change to complete the mixing of bloods and in her state, she could barely tell what was her mind’s creation and what she was actually experiencing. The words from the tomes she was reading flew out to become images and signs. All the while, the three wolves stood still, studying her. A stupid child they though obviously, as wondered what her idea was. To their surprise, she showed a truly deep connection to the spirits of the land.
She woke up in a dark cave, alone. She have very vague and confusing memories, the Rite of Passage, the moon, owling in the distance, distorted images and scripts. She couldn’t tell where she was or how she got there. A chill ran down her spine. She felt the physiological reaction, but her mind was unshaken. No fear, no feelings. The cave felt cold and she quickly stood up, and urgent surge to find a heat source taking over her. She felt agile, quick and more perceptive. But there was something wrong. Her skin felt tougher, her legs moved differently and her eyes saw much more. She ran through the one tunnel in the cave and quickly found one a fire place. The little heat she could feel at the distance was like water after day under the desert’s scorching sun. She never felt that. "So you survived? Come, join me" a voice echoed on the cold stones from the immobile bulk of a man standing by the fireplace. She walked carefully, distrustfully, with far too calculated moves. And then she saw it. In the dark, she hadn’t noticed, but with the weak light from the fire shining on her, she was terrified. She was shedding her skin, under it only scales remained.
[ +- ] Doppler event
The mission to the northern seas was the first time the Confederacy looked away from the old lands. Little choice did they have, caught between the superpower of Cloudspire and the magic power of Unilith. Turned out that there was much to learn away from these lands. Much about what was going on in the old lands. At first, it seemed a minor curiosity, a small detail from a long time ago. However, the word from the Guardian of the library, the self styled one councillor, hunted his sleep. "What happened to the centennial ram?" a strange question to ask as one crumbled to ash... but then the rumours from Rivellesk, the research notes and the old imperial documents that they have found in the palace... there was a pattern, a old ritual that pointed to the creature of something. Spells developed by the mages of old that were refined by the mages of Unilith. Spells that lead to the fall of the council lands. The connection between the Ash King, the Stasis Barrier and the Immortal ram. A mockery to the creation himself... and it was being used against cloudspire!
It would take time to find out all the details but it was clear that the isolation of Cloudspire was dangerous. In that restricted area, an experiment of some kind was going on. But what could it be? It wasn’t like those simulacra the sea men rumoured about in the north. And it wasn’t an ash copy as the Guardian was... it was more real, and it concerned the new heir. She has been right since the start! The new heir cane out of nowhere and took over just like that! As she looked at the inquisitors, the new human task force, she knew things would change. Even the highest levels of human nobility have been infiltrated and the proof were those two ash copies crumbling in front of her...
[ +- ] Sun event
With all the new discoveries, it was clear that Unilith was up to something probably worse that anyone ever imagined. As far as he could tell, they could be trying to weaken the Stasis Barrier! Who would be crazy to even think such a thing? He hoped he was wrong, but something in his gut told him he should prepare for the worse...
Of course, the elven spy network was masterfully set in place by the late Guardian. His expertise paid very well when the Trader of Soul set foot in the Old Lands. A scoundrel of the worse kind that one! However, his new evil magics were of interest to the archmage of the leaning tower and his position was of interest to the Confederacy. It was a matter of time before they found out what was going, but so far they only had a glimpse to the nature of the insetting sun... a giant ball of fire floating above the low plains of the red waste beyond the iron mountains and the strange prophet they allied the shadow king that destroys purity and creates corruption. Could he be behind the those old news from Teloch?
Dark forces were in the rise in the far west, but it was just on the other side of the sea that the danger was to come.Terminus moved first. They reason nothing more than petty complains about the elven supremacy, but their men, crazed as if possess by some crazed magic would fight like cornered wolves. Their attack was held back but driving their armies back proved to be a long task. as it turned out, Terminus had sent an army of ash, each man slaying blowing into tiny hot embers and then reforming an rising an undead once again. Thankfully, the spirits of the land were helpful, their wind blowing them and their waters cleaning them.
Of course, the elven spy network was masterfully set in place by the late Guardian. His expertise paid very well when the Trader of Soul set foot in the Old Lands. A scoundrel of the worse kind that one! However, his new evil magics were of interest to the archmage of the leaning tower and his position was of interest to the Confederacy. It was a matter of time before they found out what was going, but so far they only had a glimpse to the nature of the insetting sun... a giant ball of fire floating above the low plains of the red waste beyond the iron mountains and the strange prophet they allied the shadow king that destroys purity and creates corruption. Could he be behind the those old news from Teloch?
Dark forces were in the rise in the far west, but it was just on the other side of the sea that the danger was to come.Terminus moved first. They reason nothing more than petty complains about the elven supremacy, but their men, crazed as if possess by some crazed magic would fight like cornered wolves. Their attack was held back but driving their armies back proved to be a long task. as it turned out, Terminus had sent an army of ash, each man slaying blowing into tiny hot embers and then reforming an rising an undead once again. Thankfully, the spirits of the land were helpful, their wind blowing them and their waters cleaning them.
Last edited November 17, 2019 3:24 pm
Nov 15, 2019 4:32 pm
Hey Falcon. can we extent this week one day? I got tied up at work and was planning to write the rest today (weekends are really difficult for me). Also, my Friday ends now :D
(I mean, my Monday is probably still within the time limit, but just in case)
(I mean, my Monday is probably still within the time limit, but just in case)
Last edited November 15, 2019 5:34 pm
Nov 19, 2019 1:16 pm
- Your nation's most valuable artifact has been stolen. There are either signs that it may have been perpetrated by clones, or that an extensive series of tunnels was used. Or both.
- A series of landslides has rendered the Imperial Road impassable in several places.
making of a lady 3
stolen artefact -> an old relic from the elven goddess?
thief used tunnels to escape, which collapses and caused landslides and land collapse all over the confederacy
tunnels lead to Cloudspire
Emmisaries sent to the new realm of Valseria returned due to the land slides and took a boat
war with terminus!
- A series of landslides has rendered the Imperial Road impassable in several places.
making of a lady 3
stolen artefact -> an old relic from the elven goddess?
thief used tunnels to escape, which collapses and caused landslides and land collapse all over the confederacy
tunnels lead to Cloudspire
Emmisaries sent to the new realm of Valseria returned due to the land slides and took a boat
war with terminus!
OOC:
Quick question: when bedzonell says I can have a seaside resort... are we to assume they joined the Confederacy or I can use them in any other way? [ +- ] Post 1
Post 1: Making of a Lady
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
"You have woken!" the echoing voice of the man by the fire booms through the cave. "Do not fear your new self". Even though the memories of how she got here are still a bit hazy, a mixture of what she felt and saw and what she was told happened, she remembers the moment she sat down with this man very clearly. It was the moment she became a druid. That man was none the other than the Archdruid of the Sun, the powerful Zet’arin himself. With him were two reptiles who turned out to be the druid of the tribe of the snake and the mercenary commander of the late Wind’s Fangs company. They had seen her through her ordeal and, curious about her attunement with the land, decided to intervene and control the wild and ancient magics she was summoning in her delusional state. The outcome, they left for the spirits to decide. She had just undergone the mystical ritual of the mixing of the blood, when one joins with the land by taking their strengths and forms. It wasn’t uncommon amongst the druidic elves, but it required long training and preparation as it was very dangerous and… lethal. But she survived, the spirits spared her for some reason and now, daughter of the mistletoe, she mixed with the serpent: a leaf bathed in venom. She was taken by the tribe of the snake tribe and trained under their druid and serving under their commander in faraway courts, as an elven mercenary for the nobles of the Covenant and the Empire. But then, she had to return. The Covenant was in danger and she was deployed to the far western shores and deserts to fight the frightful enemy. The elves fought well, as everybody else, but it was a pointless war and many died. During the retreat, she proved her skill by regrouping the demoralized mercenaries and bringing them back home, away from the emperor’s ultimate plan… The fall of the Covenant would prove to be a tough time for her people, but her actions and that one time she met with Zet’arin would change everything…
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
"You have woken!" the echoing voice of the man by the fire booms through the cave. "Do not fear your new self". Even though the memories of how she got here are still a bit hazy, a mixture of what she felt and saw and what she was told happened, she remembers the moment she sat down with this man very clearly. It was the moment she became a druid. That man was none the other than the Archdruid of the Sun, the powerful Zet’arin himself. With him were two reptiles who turned out to be the druid of the tribe of the snake and the mercenary commander of the late Wind’s Fangs company. They had seen her through her ordeal and, curious about her attunement with the land, decided to intervene and control the wild and ancient magics she was summoning in her delusional state. The outcome, they left for the spirits to decide. She had just undergone the mystical ritual of the mixing of the blood, when one joins with the land by taking their strengths and forms. It wasn’t uncommon amongst the druidic elves, but it required long training and preparation as it was very dangerous and… lethal. But she survived, the spirits spared her for some reason and now, daughter of the mistletoe, she mixed with the serpent: a leaf bathed in venom. She was taken by the tribe of the snake tribe and trained under their druid and serving under their commander in faraway courts, as an elven mercenary for the nobles of the Covenant and the Empire. But then, she had to return. The Covenant was in danger and she was deployed to the far western shores and deserts to fight the frightful enemy. The elves fought well, as everybody else, but it was a pointless war and many died. During the retreat, she proved her skill by regrouping the demoralized mercenaries and bringing them back home, away from the emperor’s ultimate plan… The fall of the Covenant would prove to be a tough time for her people, but her actions and that one time she met with Zet’arin would change everything…
[ +- ] Post 2
Post 2: The little statue
Event: Your nation's most valuable artifact has been stolen. There are either signs that it may have been perpetrated by clones, or that an extensive series of tunnels was used. Or both.
(Zamath, The Mouth of the Land)
Even though the elves had turned away from Avencia (or maybe was she that left them?), they hadn’t completely abandoned her. Most had forgotten it, but, through tradition and rituals, the elven tribes of the Eleven Marches had kept the last vestiges of the legendary elven homeland hidden and secured. This was a statue of Avencia herself, a small keepsake from the times before the End of Ages. Under the constant protection by the eleven archdruids, this small piece was made undetectable and unreachable by powerful ancient rites and spells. However, as it would turn out, Zet’arin’s quest to control the Marches lead to the sudden dead of almost half of the archdruids, including himself, the Archdruid of the Sun. This was unprecedented and would prove a great blow to the elves down the line. Losing one or two Archdruids would have no effect, the Seal was kept secure with redundant magic. However, the slaughter that occurred, weakened it and allowed other to find the small statue. And so it was that it was stolen…
It was not down to him, who had inherited the entire spy network from the cursed Zet’arin, the previous Guardian of the Library, to find out what happened. It didn’t take long, relatively speaking, as humans had little knowledge of these elven secrets, to find a number of tunnel exits had been opened close to the Sacred Tree of Life, which stood on a space that used to be outside space, and held the statue of Avencia within itself. This was one of those weird elven legends where the spirits of the land did some magics and a tree grew out of it, but it was too esoteric for him to have a full grasp of what they were talking about. Importantly, the tress was supposed to have held the word together after the devastation of the End of Ages through the lost Goddess’ powers and somehow healed the land back to its former state.
Event: Your nation's most valuable artifact has been stolen. There are either signs that it may have been perpetrated by clones, or that an extensive series of tunnels was used. Or both.
(Zamath, The Mouth of the Land)
Even though the elves had turned away from Avencia (or maybe was she that left them?), they hadn’t completely abandoned her. Most had forgotten it, but, through tradition and rituals, the elven tribes of the Eleven Marches had kept the last vestiges of the legendary elven homeland hidden and secured. This was a statue of Avencia herself, a small keepsake from the times before the End of Ages. Under the constant protection by the eleven archdruids, this small piece was made undetectable and unreachable by powerful ancient rites and spells. However, as it would turn out, Zet’arin’s quest to control the Marches lead to the sudden dead of almost half of the archdruids, including himself, the Archdruid of the Sun. This was unprecedented and would prove a great blow to the elves down the line. Losing one or two Archdruids would have no effect, the Seal was kept secure with redundant magic. However, the slaughter that occurred, weakened it and allowed other to find the small statue. And so it was that it was stolen…
It was not down to him, who had inherited the entire spy network from the cursed Zet’arin, the previous Guardian of the Library, to find out what happened. It didn’t take long, relatively speaking, as humans had little knowledge of these elven secrets, to find a number of tunnel exits had been opened close to the Sacred Tree of Life, which stood on a space that used to be outside space, and held the statue of Avencia within itself. This was one of those weird elven legends where the spirits of the land did some magics and a tree grew out of it, but it was too esoteric for him to have a full grasp of what they were talking about. Importantly, the tress was supposed to have held the word together after the devastation of the End of Ages through the lost Goddess’ powers and somehow healed the land back to its former state.
[ +- ] Post 3
Post 3: Roads of rumble
Event: A series of landslides has rendered the Imperial Road impassable in several places.
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
This was a nightmare! After all the Confederation had been through, the civil war, the One Councillor’s scheming and the Ash Armies of Terminus, this happens! It was as if all the spirits of the land were angry and violently turning against the elves. Maybe they were… Didn’t someone just cut the Sacred Tree of Live and stole the essence of Avencia? Most elves believed that the Goddess had abandoned them, but, as far as she was concerned, she preferred the old tales of the Goddess sacrifice to heal the world and the spirits arising from her leaked powers and will. She had always respected that human, Zamath. He was a good one and he was fully committed to finding whoever took the statue. The thief failed to realise that the archdruids were connect to the Sacred Tree and their abhorrent act was immediately noticed. Zamath’s spies were dispatched so quickly that they almost got them in the tunnels beneath the earth. To their horror, all five of them looked like Zet’arin, the late Guardian of the library. How was this possible? Before they got any further, the tunnels collapse, only a few managed to get out in time… Worse of all, this collapsed reveal the extend of the underground tunnel network as the land twisted and waves due to tunnels’ caving in. Scars spread throughout the Old lands and beyond, leaving roads of rumble across the land. Worse, these movements triggered landslides from the mountains, cutting off a great extension of the Imperial road. Thinking a bit better, maybe the spirits were not angry, but helping in subtle ways... As it turned out, all the new roads of ruins seem to be lead to Cloudspire. The diplomatic mission sent to the emerging realm of Valseria were forced back and re-routed by sea. It was now of utmost importance to get the new power on their side, as she felt the shadow of the Cloudspire’s mountains stretching out to reach her…
Event: A series of landslides has rendered the Imperial Road impassable in several places.
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
This was a nightmare! After all the Confederation had been through, the civil war, the One Councillor’s scheming and the Ash Armies of Terminus, this happens! It was as if all the spirits of the land were angry and violently turning against the elves. Maybe they were… Didn’t someone just cut the Sacred Tree of Live and stole the essence of Avencia? Most elves believed that the Goddess had abandoned them, but, as far as she was concerned, she preferred the old tales of the Goddess sacrifice to heal the world and the spirits arising from her leaked powers and will. She had always respected that human, Zamath. He was a good one and he was fully committed to finding whoever took the statue. The thief failed to realise that the archdruids were connect to the Sacred Tree and their abhorrent act was immediately noticed. Zamath’s spies were dispatched so quickly that they almost got them in the tunnels beneath the earth. To their horror, all five of them looked like Zet’arin, the late Guardian of the library. How was this possible? Before they got any further, the tunnels collapse, only a few managed to get out in time… Worse of all, this collapsed reveal the extend of the underground tunnel network as the land twisted and waves due to tunnels’ caving in. Scars spread throughout the Old lands and beyond, leaving roads of rumble across the land. Worse, these movements triggered landslides from the mountains, cutting off a great extension of the Imperial road. Thinking a bit better, maybe the spirits were not angry, but helping in subtle ways... As it turned out, all the new roads of ruins seem to be lead to Cloudspire. The diplomatic mission sent to the emerging realm of Valseria were forced back and re-routed by sea. It was now of utmost importance to get the new power on their side, as she felt the shadow of the Cloudspire’s mountains stretching out to reach her…
[ +- ] Post 4
Post 4: Terminus Port
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
He was but the merchant responsible for evaluating the goods moving through the capital’s markets. Being sent north to Willowvale changed that. Having overseen the shipbuilding industry development, he was sent to the Northlands, almost as a representative of the Confederation overseeing the colonization. And he was happy with that. What he wasn’t happy with was having his axe slashing thought ash good men, elves and dwarves died against the unstoppable tide of Terminus’ armies. They managed to hold them back, but pursuing the retreating enemy while preventing new attacks was an impossible task. And he had never been happier to the Overseer of the Roads, Ilphas-el, show up. The presence of someone with such a stellar military reputation was enough to boost the men’s morale and re-double the war effort. When he saw that the Overseer brought some newly developed technology with him, he forgot all about the strange ash warriors coming back to life. The Ilphas-el took two of the best mercenary companies, The Moon's Grace and the Sun’s Blade and equipped the reformed The Winter's Ballad with those marvellous guns! He felt like the Confederacy would stand against everything, and indestructible might with no equal. The magic and the engineering those elves were capable of was truly astonishing. Unfortunately, he was not a man of war, but a man of trade, so he had to stay behind as The Overseer of the Roads lead the great army of the Eleven Marches against one of the most important provinces of Terminus, their port city. The dwarf knew that nothing would stop a force like that under a leadership like that! Anyway, after all that excitement, he was back to his regular routine: find and track down any remains of Terminus forces still in the Northlands
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
He was but the merchant responsible for evaluating the goods moving through the capital’s markets. Being sent north to Willowvale changed that. Having overseen the shipbuilding industry development, he was sent to the Northlands, almost as a representative of the Confederation overseeing the colonization. And he was happy with that. What he wasn’t happy with was having his axe slashing thought ash good men, elves and dwarves died against the unstoppable tide of Terminus’ armies. They managed to hold them back, but pursuing the retreating enemy while preventing new attacks was an impossible task. And he had never been happier to the Overseer of the Roads, Ilphas-el, show up. The presence of someone with such a stellar military reputation was enough to boost the men’s morale and re-double the war effort. When he saw that the Overseer brought some newly developed technology with him, he forgot all about the strange ash warriors coming back to life. The Ilphas-el took two of the best mercenary companies, The Moon's Grace and the Sun’s Blade and equipped the reformed The Winter's Ballad with those marvellous guns! He felt like the Confederacy would stand against everything, and indestructible might with no equal. The magic and the engineering those elves were capable of was truly astonishing. Unfortunately, he was not a man of war, but a man of trade, so he had to stay behind as The Overseer of the Roads lead the great army of the Eleven Marches against one of the most important provinces of Terminus, their port city. The dwarf knew that nothing would stop a force like that under a leadership like that! Anyway, after all that excitement, he was back to his regular routine: find and track down any remains of Terminus forces still in the Northlands
Last edited November 21, 2019 9:47 pm
Nov 20, 2019 8:06 pm
They'll openly trade with you, but they will not act militarily. It's also open for invasion like any other NPC nation if you decide to do that.
Also, belatedly, yes, CESN, I'll include your posts this week.
Also, belatedly, yes, CESN, I'll include your posts this week.
Nov 21, 2019 9:35 pm
OOC:
invasion terminus' port cityd6 -> d20 -4supplies
d6 -> d8 -1supplies 2x
Rolls
attack - (1d20, 2d8)
1d20 : (12) = 12
2d8 : (38) = 11
defense - (2d6)
(24) = 6
Nov 25, 2019 7:59 pm
I didn't see this roll here so I did it in the thread. Looks like you won either way. \o/
Nov 25, 2019 8:00 pm
also, I need an updated resource list and production chains, I think. The last I see was several weeks ago and doesn't include the guns.
Nov 25, 2019 8:06 pm
Hi falcon. I update the nation sheet each week so you can always find it but i’ll Post it here tomorrow :)
Nov 25, 2019 8:08 pm
I thought you had been, I just didn't see the guns, so I figured I was missing something.
Nov 27, 2019 9:53 am
Eleven Marches
- Your attacks on Terminus have resulted in condemnation from Cloudspire, although Unilith remains silent. Cloudspire is now allied with Terminus, and has stated they will attack if Terminus is attacked again.
- You catch up with the thieves who stole the artifact. They do not have it anymore, and refuse to speak (or perhaps they actually can't) of who hired them, but they have correspondence in a strange dwarven writing that doesn't follow normal dwarven syntax.
New nation: above 30S - left of 60E where the imperial road waves. Original Elven lands but Sand Elves are rare due to the migration west. The land is now ruled by warring desert tribes of shapeshifting races (maybe related to the hengeyokai)
- Your attacks on Terminus have resulted in condemnation from Cloudspire, although Unilith remains silent. Cloudspire is now allied with Terminus, and has stated they will attack if Terminus is attacked again.
- You catch up with the thieves who stole the artifact. They do not have it anymore, and refuse to speak (or perhaps they actually can't) of who hired them, but they have correspondence in a strange dwarven writing that doesn't follow normal dwarven syntax.
New nation: above 30S - left of 60E where the imperial road waves. Original Elven lands but Sand Elves are rare due to the migration west. The land is now ruled by warring desert tribes of shapeshifting races (maybe related to the hengeyokai)
[ +- ] Post 1
Post 1: Making of a Lady
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
After the Covenant started to crumble, she became a beacon of hope in uncertain times.
Those tribes who suffered the most came into her united leadership, trying to find someone, or maybe something, that could keep them safe and lead them through the expected invasion. The good news was that the invasion never came but Alea'ana didn’t rest and her lessons as a druid and a warrior were reflected in her leadership. The cold blooded logic from her snake blood shone as strategic development were undertaken, the companies restructured and trained as her mistletoe blood and druid experience allowed her to build long lasting relationships with the tribes and the spirits of the land. Rallied by the need of survival and lead by the young druiddess, the elves soon became a significant power within the Old Lands, both military and economic. Working under lphas-el, Archdruid of the Land, the elven mercenaries were even more desirable in these uncertain times and the influx of coin was put to communal use and development of the lands and crafts. Roads were built and markets created, so goods could come in and used to develop the Marches. It was clear she would be an Archdruidess someday, but it was still a surprise when she was promoted to that position, after the previous Archdruid of the Moon step down and left into an exile back to the long lost east. There was some sort of disagreement between the Archdruids and her predecessor was suddenly taken by some old racial nostalgia about the old elven lands… Stranger still was her quick election to Lady of the Eleven just as the Margrave was noticing the elves as important allies within his realm. The formation of the Confederation's Council was an important milestone and she and lphas-el were to join the council. This was until she was elected and the head of the elven tribes and Zet’arin took her place as she had to deal with the growing unrest from the Lizardfolk and Sahuagin who feared their swamps would be destroyed…
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon and The Lady of the Eleven)
After the Covenant started to crumble, she became a beacon of hope in uncertain times.
Those tribes who suffered the most came into her united leadership, trying to find someone, or maybe something, that could keep them safe and lead them through the expected invasion. The good news was that the invasion never came but Alea'ana didn’t rest and her lessons as a druid and a warrior were reflected in her leadership. The cold blooded logic from her snake blood shone as strategic development were undertaken, the companies restructured and trained as her mistletoe blood and druid experience allowed her to build long lasting relationships with the tribes and the spirits of the land. Rallied by the need of survival and lead by the young druiddess, the elves soon became a significant power within the Old Lands, both military and economic. Working under lphas-el, Archdruid of the Land, the elven mercenaries were even more desirable in these uncertain times and the influx of coin was put to communal use and development of the lands and crafts. Roads were built and markets created, so goods could come in and used to develop the Marches. It was clear she would be an Archdruidess someday, but it was still a surprise when she was promoted to that position, after the previous Archdruid of the Moon step down and left into an exile back to the long lost east. There was some sort of disagreement between the Archdruids and her predecessor was suddenly taken by some old racial nostalgia about the old elven lands… Stranger still was her quick election to Lady of the Eleven just as the Margrave was noticing the elves as important allies within his realm. The formation of the Confederation's Council was an important milestone and she and lphas-el were to join the council. This was until she was elected and the head of the elven tribes and Zet’arin took her place as she had to deal with the growing unrest from the Lizardfolk and Sahuagin who feared their swamps would be destroyed…
[ +- ] Post2
Post 2: Out of the Den
(Coya, the raider)
He ran and he ran until his skin was safe outside, under the burning sun. What was happening? First the earth shakes, then the sun doesn’t set and now the ground collapses? The small tunnels he called his den were completely destroyed! All those hours or hard raiding, pillaging and robbing were for nothing. And now, even the imperial road was blocked! The fall of the Covenant was a tragedy, less merchants, people fleeing from the trading post, the roads were just a horror… how could one live of others like this? What would he do now? The desert sands stretched to infinity and he had nothing. But wasn’t he a survivor? Surviving it is! Nothing like a good plan he thought to himself as he started his long wandering through its vast emptiness.
Maybe it was some smell carried by the faintest of winds, or maybe a small sound only he could make out, but someone, he managed to find out some old desert ruins. Not that there weren’t a lot of ruins in that area. He has even heard rumours of an entire nation to some forest from where the sun rises that was built by adventurers pillaging ruins! Maybe he should have joined them when he still had a chance… But would they accept one such as him? A creature of the sands? Probably not… those civilized humanoids never liked his people that much. But here was a new place to explore. If he was lucky, it would have plenty of treasures buried and food… Oh how starved he was! Can you believe how little is there to hunt in this desert? What does one have to do to find food in this place? Suddenly he hears steps. Someone else is here! He grabs his knife and moves silently until a… elf? Yes, an elf is just there, standing in front of him.
"Oh! Blessed Avencia! If it isn’t one of the Coyotl People! Just what I needed!" He was found! And, unknown to him, his life would change...
(Coya, the raider)
He ran and he ran until his skin was safe outside, under the burning sun. What was happening? First the earth shakes, then the sun doesn’t set and now the ground collapses? The small tunnels he called his den were completely destroyed! All those hours or hard raiding, pillaging and robbing were for nothing. And now, even the imperial road was blocked! The fall of the Covenant was a tragedy, less merchants, people fleeing from the trading post, the roads were just a horror… how could one live of others like this? What would he do now? The desert sands stretched to infinity and he had nothing. But wasn’t he a survivor? Surviving it is! Nothing like a good plan he thought to himself as he started his long wandering through its vast emptiness.
Maybe it was some smell carried by the faintest of winds, or maybe a small sound only he could make out, but someone, he managed to find out some old desert ruins. Not that there weren’t a lot of ruins in that area. He has even heard rumours of an entire nation to some forest from where the sun rises that was built by adventurers pillaging ruins! Maybe he should have joined them when he still had a chance… But would they accept one such as him? A creature of the sands? Probably not… those civilized humanoids never liked his people that much. But here was a new place to explore. If he was lucky, it would have plenty of treasures buried and food… Oh how starved he was! Can you believe how little is there to hunt in this desert? What does one have to do to find food in this place? Suddenly he hears steps. Someone else is here! He grabs his knife and moves silently until a… elf? Yes, an elf is just there, standing in front of him.
"Oh! Blessed Avencia! If it isn’t one of the Coyotl People! Just what I needed!" He was found! And, unknown to him, his life would change...
[ +- ] Post 3
Post3: His dark writing
Event: You catch up with the thieves who stole the artifact. They do not have it anymore, and refuse to speak (or perhaps they actually can't) of who hired them, but they have correspondence in a strange dwarven writing that doesn't follow normal dwarven syntax.
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
Trapped. Ahah! The dwarf was in a good mood and that meant there would be beer aplenty! The thieves were so desperate not to be caught that they fell on their own trap. After the collapse of the tunnels, the three thieves that survived were forced out in the open. Clearly, they were not expecting the widespread damage that they caused. But once they set foot above ground, they had no where to hide and it was a matter of time before they were all caught. Three Zet’arins were now in the catacombs under high security. Theses ones did not dissolve into ash apparently! Everyone was very impresses to find, empirically and reproducibly, that they bleed. However, their blood is a green paste of strange magical properties. Clearly something to study if we’re to understand what is going on. But, since they are not talking, there will be plenty of more samples for the intellectual mages to experiment with. They are so stubborn, that Lutr, the Head Inquisitor and Lord of the House Greenvale, is considering the possibility they are under some form of muting enchantment. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. But it was the other finding he was just being informed that was bothering him… It appears that the thieves were found in possession of what could only be instructions. But this correspondence was in a strange language made of symbols that could be dwarven, but the sentence structure was senseless. He had a quick glance at the writings and his face became sombre. He turns to the messenger to speak "Ay boy. This is either some sort of code in dwarven that we need to break or… and I hope I’m wrong… something darker from old dwarven legends…" he says as he remembers his grandmother’s tales about some evil dwarves that were expelled to the underworld long ago, after the End of Times...
Event: You catch up with the thieves who stole the artifact. They do not have it anymore, and refuse to speak (or perhaps they actually can't) of who hired them, but they have correspondence in a strange dwarven writing that doesn't follow normal dwarven syntax.
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
Trapped. Ahah! The dwarf was in a good mood and that meant there would be beer aplenty! The thieves were so desperate not to be caught that they fell on their own trap. After the collapse of the tunnels, the three thieves that survived were forced out in the open. Clearly, they were not expecting the widespread damage that they caused. But once they set foot above ground, they had no where to hide and it was a matter of time before they were all caught. Three Zet’arins were now in the catacombs under high security. Theses ones did not dissolve into ash apparently! Everyone was very impresses to find, empirically and reproducibly, that they bleed. However, their blood is a green paste of strange magical properties. Clearly something to study if we’re to understand what is going on. But, since they are not talking, there will be plenty of more samples for the intellectual mages to experiment with. They are so stubborn, that Lutr, the Head Inquisitor and Lord of the House Greenvale, is considering the possibility they are under some form of muting enchantment. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. But it was the other finding he was just being informed that was bothering him… It appears that the thieves were found in possession of what could only be instructions. But this correspondence was in a strange language made of symbols that could be dwarven, but the sentence structure was senseless. He had a quick glance at the writings and his face became sombre. He turns to the messenger to speak "Ay boy. This is either some sort of code in dwarven that we need to break or… and I hope I’m wrong… something darker from old dwarven legends…" he says as he remembers his grandmother’s tales about some evil dwarves that were expelled to the underworld long ago, after the End of Times...
[ +- ] Post 4
Post3: Peace for our time
Event: Clouspire is furious with the loss of Terminus port. The war stops in a tense truce as the marches find more about the imperial heir
(Zari, The Master of the Guilds)
The north see was fully under the Confederacy’s control. With the triton alliance, they were now the undisputable trade power in the region. These make the guilds very happy. The horrors of the war and the tales of undead meant little to the businessmen in the cities. Materials were many and plenty, there was more work than craftsmen and training was barely meeting the demands. The guilds hadn’t been this busy for years! The flow of coin and resources, the big investments and the development of framing, industry and crafts was widespread through the realm. It was so, that the guilds even created a clearing house, where finances were arranged to facilitate the booming economy. War was good, and those Terminus traitors were getting what they deserved. So it was to be expected that Cloudspire’s interference would cause an outrage amongst the guilds.
Of course it was up to him to navigate the political traps and try to find a way to keep the guilds happy, while avowing the complete obliteration of the Confederacy. The council agreed on a simple plan. Terminus aggression could be overlooked, but those ash armies were trouble. Prolonging the war would let the Confederacy determine exactly what happened there, which seemed to be exactly what Cloudspire was trying to hide. They couldn’t seriously think the retaliation was unprovoked, could they? Anyway, diplomatic missions were sent to Rivellesk, the League Cities and Valseria, hoping to form an alliance that could consolidate peace in the area once and for all. The armies would be raised, and the mercenary companies mobilised. Total war was coming and the Confederacy would be prepared this time. Spies were sent to weaken Terminus positions and identify the best strategies. Spies were sent to find dissidents in Cloudspire and undermine the heir’s authority. And the frontiers with Cloudspire developed. The Confederacy could take the two of them, but they would be exposed to the unpredictable Unilith, unless they found some allies. For now, they retreated and waited, they appeased their enemies, knowing fully well that war was inevitable. But today, it was peace for our time...
Event: Clouspire is furious with the loss of Terminus port. The war stops in a tense truce as the marches find more about the imperial heir
(Zari, The Master of the Guilds)
The north see was fully under the Confederacy’s control. With the triton alliance, they were now the undisputable trade power in the region. These make the guilds very happy. The horrors of the war and the tales of undead meant little to the businessmen in the cities. Materials were many and plenty, there was more work than craftsmen and training was barely meeting the demands. The guilds hadn’t been this busy for years! The flow of coin and resources, the big investments and the development of framing, industry and crafts was widespread through the realm. It was so, that the guilds even created a clearing house, where finances were arranged to facilitate the booming economy. War was good, and those Terminus traitors were getting what they deserved. So it was to be expected that Cloudspire’s interference would cause an outrage amongst the guilds.
Of course it was up to him to navigate the political traps and try to find a way to keep the guilds happy, while avowing the complete obliteration of the Confederacy. The council agreed on a simple plan. Terminus aggression could be overlooked, but those ash armies were trouble. Prolonging the war would let the Confederacy determine exactly what happened there, which seemed to be exactly what Cloudspire was trying to hide. They couldn’t seriously think the retaliation was unprovoked, could they? Anyway, diplomatic missions were sent to Rivellesk, the League Cities and Valseria, hoping to form an alliance that could consolidate peace in the area once and for all. The armies would be raised, and the mercenary companies mobilised. Total war was coming and the Confederacy would be prepared this time. Spies were sent to weaken Terminus positions and identify the best strategies. Spies were sent to find dissidents in Cloudspire and undermine the heir’s authority. And the frontiers with Cloudspire developed. The Confederacy could take the two of them, but they would be exposed to the unpredictable Unilith, unless they found some allies. For now, they retreated and waited, they appeased their enemies, knowing fully well that war was inevitable. But today, it was peace for our time...
Last edited November 29, 2019 3:30 pm
Nov 29, 2019 3:21 pm
A quick question. If Valseria was to be peacefully annexed into the Confederacy (eventually), how could that work? I could spend as many development as their provinces (so many skip a week without benefits) you wage a "fake war" and roll to see which provinces I can "conquer" until I have conquered then all?
Dec 2, 2019 9:57 pm
To peacefully annex someone, you're basically going to want to pump culture into them until their influence goes away (making all their provinces secede, basically) and then just move in military like normal for an unoccupied area.
Dec 10, 2019 12:41 pm
CRISIS: The Duergar War
In the Shrouded Sun of 78 PI, the duergar rose from their caverns and tunnels to fight the surface world. Mining and invasions from many sources had long been a source of contention for the underdwellers, and with a new leader, the Waking King, leading them, they finally decided to strike back at the soft surface dwellers.
The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway and struck at the capitals of Terminus, Malgeri, New Zaangoria, Valthiria, Cloudspire, The Marches, and Unilth.
At the same time as they struck from underneath, their massive stone dragon, the size of a small village, rained destruction of fire and molten stone from the sky.
INVADED: Elven's Gate, Southport, Foundation
OPPORTUNITIES: Terminus and Cloudspire liberation!
In the Shrouded Sun of 78 PI, the duergar rose from their caverns and tunnels to fight the surface world. Mining and invasions from many sources had long been a source of contention for the underdwellers, and with a new leader, the Waking King, leading them, they finally decided to strike back at the soft surface dwellers.
The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway and struck at the capitals of Terminus, Malgeri, New Zaangoria, Valthiria, Cloudspire, The Marches, and Unilth.
At the same time as they struck from underneath, their massive stone dragon, the size of a small village, rained destruction of fire and molten stone from the sky.
INVADED: Elven's Gate, Southport, Foundation
OPPORTUNITIES: Terminus and Cloudspire liberation!
[ +- ] Post 1
Post 1: Into the darkness
(Coya, the raider)
He had hoped for buried treasures and plenty of food when he saw the ruins. Well, treasures and food he got. What he didn’t expect was a massive secret tunnel network with armies of cursed dwarves marching and a crazy elf with his godly granddaughter. She was his granddaughter, right? What else could she be?
So, starting with the crazy elf right? The one that though finding him was a much-needed blessing… Anyway, turns out this old elf is, or was, some sort of powerful spirit mage, or land, or whatever… magic was not his thing. He was more the poison arrow to the knee type of guy. Good news! This old fella knew were food was, and if it wasn’t there, he knew how to make it be there. Now that is the sort of friend you want to have! Anyway, the nutjob was convinced there was something old and powerful going on in the world and that coming to the middle of nowhere, walking under to scorching sun to find the ruins of some old legendary elven city was the only way to go about it. If Coya knew what was to come, he would have taken that druid more seriously. As soon as he is settling in the good life, something like a house and plenty of food, some cursed dwarf shows up! And then another and another. Apparently, there were tunnels and tunnels, never-ending tunnels stretching to the heart of the world (or at least it felt like that when he explored them) under the ruined city. The nutjob’s worry was if these were made before or after whatever historical tragedy he was into, not the hostile hordes of dwarves pouring out of the ground!
That was when he saw her. The old man called her Avencia. She was was pale with light blue tones, giving off the stage feeling that she could actually be frozen. And his was brutal and cold, like a winter storm. He could still hear the panic shouts has she alone dispatched those dwarves: quickly, coldly and precisely!
(Coya, the raider)
He had hoped for buried treasures and plenty of food when he saw the ruins. Well, treasures and food he got. What he didn’t expect was a massive secret tunnel network with armies of cursed dwarves marching and a crazy elf with his godly granddaughter. She was his granddaughter, right? What else could she be?
So, starting with the crazy elf right? The one that though finding him was a much-needed blessing… Anyway, turns out this old elf is, or was, some sort of powerful spirit mage, or land, or whatever… magic was not his thing. He was more the poison arrow to the knee type of guy. Good news! This old fella knew were food was, and if it wasn’t there, he knew how to make it be there. Now that is the sort of friend you want to have! Anyway, the nutjob was convinced there was something old and powerful going on in the world and that coming to the middle of nowhere, walking under to scorching sun to find the ruins of some old legendary elven city was the only way to go about it. If Coya knew what was to come, he would have taken that druid more seriously. As soon as he is settling in the good life, something like a house and plenty of food, some cursed dwarf shows up! And then another and another. Apparently, there were tunnels and tunnels, never-ending tunnels stretching to the heart of the world (or at least it felt like that when he explored them) under the ruined city. The nutjob’s worry was if these were made before or after whatever historical tragedy he was into, not the hostile hordes of dwarves pouring out of the ground!
That was when he saw her. The old man called her Avencia. She was was pale with light blue tones, giving off the stage feeling that she could actually be frozen. And his was brutal and cold, like a winter storm. He could still hear the panic shouts has she alone dispatched those dwarves: quickly, coldly and precisely!
[ +- ] Post 2
Post 2: The Duergar War
Event: CRISIS: In the Shrouded Sun of 78 PI, the duergar rose from their caverns and tunnels to fight the surface world. Mining and invasions from many sources had long been a source of contention for the underdwellers, and with a new leader, the Waking King, leading them, they finally decided to strike back at the soft surface dwellers.
The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway.
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
They were prepared, even though not expecting the new crisis that rouse from under their feet. They knew was coming but expected it you rain down the mountains instead of bursting from the underground. The armies had been mobilized, the supply line established, and the military drills done. Everyone was ready, the border with Terminus and Cloudspire constantly patrolled, the inevitable skirmishes between scouts and the network of spies intensive working to ease the inevitable war. Turns out, the enemy came from the still standing tunnels. His grandmother was right all along. The Duergar, that lost race of dwarves as real and now it was everywhere in the Old Lands, waging war under the banner of Waking King, whoever that was.
It was just a matter of time to move the armies to face this unexpected threat. They were everywhere, so there was no need to keep the borders defended as Cloudspire would also be busy. The Earth's Spear company would free Southport, The Moon's Grace company march into Elven’s Gate and The Lady's Dance stay and hold on to Foundation. But things were not so easy… Elven’s Gate was retaken as the duergar were taken by surprise, Foundation on the other hand, was dragging as the remains of the duergar forces turned to attrition war. Southport was a disaster, with the elven forces being ambushed and forced to retreat.
But he knew it was a matter to time until the reinforcement arrived at the Confederation lands would be ride of these enemies, their tunnels found, and the fortifications set up to keep them at bay. Now, it was time for the Northlands to move. The duergar didn’t strike the Confederations lands north of the sea, but Terminus was hit hard… The men were ready to march under Ilphas-el, the Overseer of the Roads, and finally, so was he. This would be a liberation war, completely justified and would put an end to those rebels in the north.
Event: CRISIS: In the Shrouded Sun of 78 PI, the duergar rose from their caverns and tunnels to fight the surface world. Mining and invasions from many sources had long been a source of contention for the underdwellers, and with a new leader, the Waking King, leading them, they finally decided to strike back at the soft surface dwellers.
The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway.
(Durwar, The Appraiser of arts)
They were prepared, even though not expecting the new crisis that rouse from under their feet. They knew was coming but expected it you rain down the mountains instead of bursting from the underground. The armies had been mobilized, the supply line established, and the military drills done. Everyone was ready, the border with Terminus and Cloudspire constantly patrolled, the inevitable skirmishes between scouts and the network of spies intensive working to ease the inevitable war. Turns out, the enemy came from the still standing tunnels. His grandmother was right all along. The Duergar, that lost race of dwarves as real and now it was everywhere in the Old Lands, waging war under the banner of Waking King, whoever that was.
It was just a matter of time to move the armies to face this unexpected threat. They were everywhere, so there was no need to keep the borders defended as Cloudspire would also be busy. The Earth's Spear company would free Southport, The Moon's Grace company march into Elven’s Gate and The Lady's Dance stay and hold on to Foundation. But things were not so easy… Elven’s Gate was retaken as the duergar were taken by surprise, Foundation on the other hand, was dragging as the remains of the duergar forces turned to attrition war. Southport was a disaster, with the elven forces being ambushed and forced to retreat.
But he knew it was a matter to time until the reinforcement arrived at the Confederation lands would be ride of these enemies, their tunnels found, and the fortifications set up to keep them at bay. Now, it was time for the Northlands to move. The duergar didn’t strike the Confederations lands north of the sea, but Terminus was hit hard… The men were ready to march under Ilphas-el, the Overseer of the Roads, and finally, so was he. This would be a liberation war, completely justified and would put an end to those rebels in the north.
[ +- ] Post 3
Post 3: The Flying horror
Event: CRISIS: At the same time as they struck from underneath, their massive stone dragon, the size of a small village, rained destruction of fire and molten stone from the sky.
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon, The Lady of the Eleven and speaker for the Confederation)
As she stood at the gate of the Old Covenant’s capital, she knew the duergar would be worse than expected. Their network of tunnels would be a nightmare to go through. Her initial attempt was successful at destroying the enemy forces, their organization completely ruined but they kept on raiding her forces, keeping them on their toes. She regrouped and held her position waiting for the return of the Moon's Grace company to mount a final attack. Their work at Elven’s gate was flawless, catching the duergar off guard. With the recent cave in of their massive tunnel network, they had little place to run and the human nobility could keep the peace in the capital. However, the damage to the tunnels was not as extensive in the Foundation and even the second attack with combined might of the Moon's Grace and the The Lady's Dance companies was not enough to destroy all the tunnels and put and end to the duergar raids. And news from the south weren’t great either… The Earth's Spear
Company was forced into retreat by a massive flying creature that rained fire from the skies. They regrouped, but she had to finished her job here quickly before that beasts returned and finished up its work, leaving nothing but ashes and corpse left in Southport. How would they face such a creature of destruction? Maybe the answer was in Zet’arin’s notes, but the dwarves would have to be expelled to the caves they came from, fortifications erected to quickly find and destroy and further incursions front the underworld, patrol and scouting established to find and claim any open tunnels and, of course, rebuilding what the war destroyed. She had a lot to think about… Lutr, Lord of House Greenvale and Head Inquisitor, would be a good choice to set up the patrols. Maybe Zamath, the Mouth of the Land, would be free to search the notes? Not much diplomacy going on with this crisis… She was having doubts as she contemplated the huge amount of work to be done before that flying beasts returned …
Event: CRISIS: At the same time as they struck from underneath, their massive stone dragon, the size of a small village, rained destruction of fire and molten stone from the sky.
(Alea'ana, Archdruiddess of Moon, The Lady of the Eleven and speaker for the Confederation)
As she stood at the gate of the Old Covenant’s capital, she knew the duergar would be worse than expected. Their network of tunnels would be a nightmare to go through. Her initial attempt was successful at destroying the enemy forces, their organization completely ruined but they kept on raiding her forces, keeping them on their toes. She regrouped and held her position waiting for the return of the Moon's Grace company to mount a final attack. Their work at Elven’s gate was flawless, catching the duergar off guard. With the recent cave in of their massive tunnel network, they had little place to run and the human nobility could keep the peace in the capital. However, the damage to the tunnels was not as extensive in the Foundation and even the second attack with combined might of the Moon's Grace and the The Lady's Dance companies was not enough to destroy all the tunnels and put and end to the duergar raids. And news from the south weren’t great either… The Earth's Spear
Company was forced into retreat by a massive flying creature that rained fire from the skies. They regrouped, but she had to finished her job here quickly before that beasts returned and finished up its work, leaving nothing but ashes and corpse left in Southport. How would they face such a creature of destruction? Maybe the answer was in Zet’arin’s notes, but the dwarves would have to be expelled to the caves they came from, fortifications erected to quickly find and destroy and further incursions front the underworld, patrol and scouting established to find and claim any open tunnels and, of course, rebuilding what the war destroyed. She had a lot to think about… Lutr, Lord of House Greenvale and Head Inquisitor, would be a good choice to set up the patrols. Maybe Zamath, the Mouth of the Land, would be free to search the notes? Not much diplomacy going on with this crisis… She was having doubts as she contemplated the huge amount of work to be done before that flying beasts returned …
[ +- ] Post 4
Post 4: Sea of ashes
Event: CRISIS: The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway and struck at the capitals of Terminus, Malgeri, New Zaangoria, Valthiria, Cloudspire, The Marches, and Unilth.
( Ab Tajir, The Soul Trader and Spy mage for the Confederation)
The Covenant sent him to die in the desert for his crimes. He survived. Then he was supposed to have been killed in Oszeth for his ambition. He survived. Then he was caught by those who condemned him and sent to the snake pit called Unilith. He still survived. And now, he is a valuable member of the mage spies under Zamath, The Mouth of the Land and the Voice from the shadows. Turns out of the great elven druids was up to no good with some magics that only lowlifes like himself could decipher. So he just sit down to read the notes in the nice sea-side house, the soft sea breeze blowing, the cold winter sun shining, the relaxing sound of the waves soften crashing. And the remains of the military rushing round in panic. The so-called Confederation of the Old Lands was in a state of total war apparently. Something about legendary little dark man popping out of the earth or something. Clearly one of those old discriminations he was a victim of. But this time, it wasn’t him, so we couldn’t care less. He was doing well and he was going to enjoy it until the next time he’s meant to die comes along.
Having left Durwar, The Appraiser of arts and recently appointed Keeper of the North, lphas-el, Archdruid of the Land and The Overseer of the Roads, the hero of the Foundation wars tries to cross the north see with whatever forces he could spare to join Alea'ana, Archdruid of Moon, The Lady of the Eleven and speaker for the Confederation of the Old Lands. Damn, these elves liked their titles… Anyway. They had some beef with some old Covenant traitors up north and used the war as an excuse to finish them off. That sorted, they moved south to help with the war effort. Some sort of army of giant dwarves, whatever that means, was settling in Southport and the elves weren’t happy about it. But things didn’t turn out very well, as the fleet was mysterious sunk in what was supposed to be an easy crossing of safe waters. He looked into the horizon. It was a clear day and he could make out some land at the end of the massive sea, the blue waters turned grey from the ashes that rose from the bottom of the ocean…
Event: CRISIS: The first series of attacks in this war were not recognized as such, for they used emissaries and mercenaries to do their bidding. But once they had stripped the surface kingdoms of their most powerful artifacts, they rose from the caves and tunnels along the Imperial Highway and struck at the capitals of Terminus, Malgeri, New Zaangoria, Valthiria, Cloudspire, The Marches, and Unilth.
( Ab Tajir, The Soul Trader and Spy mage for the Confederation)
The Covenant sent him to die in the desert for his crimes. He survived. Then he was supposed to have been killed in Oszeth for his ambition. He survived. Then he was caught by those who condemned him and sent to the snake pit called Unilith. He still survived. And now, he is a valuable member of the mage spies under Zamath, The Mouth of the Land and the Voice from the shadows. Turns out of the great elven druids was up to no good with some magics that only lowlifes like himself could decipher. So he just sit down to read the notes in the nice sea-side house, the soft sea breeze blowing, the cold winter sun shining, the relaxing sound of the waves soften crashing. And the remains of the military rushing round in panic. The so-called Confederation of the Old Lands was in a state of total war apparently. Something about legendary little dark man popping out of the earth or something. Clearly one of those old discriminations he was a victim of. But this time, it wasn’t him, so we couldn’t care less. He was doing well and he was going to enjoy it until the next time he’s meant to die comes along.
Having left Durwar, The Appraiser of arts and recently appointed Keeper of the North, lphas-el, Archdruid of the Land and The Overseer of the Roads, the hero of the Foundation wars tries to cross the north see with whatever forces he could spare to join Alea'ana, Archdruid of Moon, The Lady of the Eleven and speaker for the Confederation of the Old Lands. Damn, these elves liked their titles… Anyway. They had some beef with some old Covenant traitors up north and used the war as an excuse to finish them off. That sorted, they moved south to help with the war effort. Some sort of army of giant dwarves, whatever that means, was settling in Southport and the elves weren’t happy about it. But things didn’t turn out very well, as the fleet was mysterious sunk in what was supposed to be an easy crossing of safe waters. He looked into the horizon. It was a clear day and he could make out some land at the end of the massive sea, the blue waters turned grey from the ashes that rose from the bottom of the ocean…
Last edited December 13, 2019 9:04 am
Dec 12, 2019 1:43 pm
Workforce: 31 (provinces) (available: 0)
Wealth: 5
Production:
Gemstones (1) + Precious Metals (1) -> Jewelry (1)
[Chemical (2) -> Gunpowder (1)] + Wood (1) + Chemical (1) + [Wood (1) + metal (1) -> Refined metal (1)] -> guns (1)
Military: 8 (cities) + 2 (capital) + 9 (workforce) = 19
--- Military Supply: +1 (Military Animal) + 1 (Military Animal) + 5 (guns) = 7
Culture: 1 (base) + 3 (jewellery) + 1 (art) + 2 (4 workforce) = 7
Unrest: +31 (provinces) - 30 (food) - 1 (culture) = 0 --- Threshold: 10 (capital provinces) + 8 cities.
9 armies deployed for first defence with 3 military supplies: 10 armies and 4 supplies left
Battle for Southport 1,1,2 vs 3,3 -> loose
Battle for Foundation 5,5,1 vs 2,5 -> tie
Wealth: 5
Production:
Gemstones (1) + Precious Metals (1) -> Jewelry (1)
[Chemical (2) -> Gunpowder (1)] + Wood (1) + Chemical (1) + [Wood (1) + metal (1) -> Refined metal (1)] -> guns (1)
Military: 8 (cities) + 2 (capital) + 9 (workforce) = 19
--- Military Supply: +1 (Military Animal) + 1 (Military Animal) + 5 (guns) = 7
Culture: 1 (base) + 3 (jewellery) + 1 (art) + 2 (4 workforce) = 7
Unrest: +31 (provinces) - 30 (food) - 1 (culture) = 0 --- Threshold: 10 (capital provinces) + 8 cities.
9 armies deployed for first defence with 3 military supplies: 10 armies and 4 supplies left
OOC:
Battle for Elven Gate 2, 5, 8 vs 2, 5 -> win Battle for Southport 1,1,2 vs 3,3 -> loose
Battle for Foundation 5,5,1 vs 2,5 -> tie
Last edited December 12, 2019 1:50 pm
Rolls
Defence of Elven Gate - (2d6, 1d8)
2d6 : (25) = 7
1d8 : (8) = 8
Defence of Southport - (2d6, 1d8)
2d6 : (11) = 2
1d8 : (2) = 2
Defence of Foundation - (2d6, 1d8)
2d6 : (51) = 6
1d8 : (5) = 5
duergar (assume 2 per province?) - (6d6)
(253325) = 20
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