Abaddon
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Stuff sent. No idea if its what you want :/
NutraNESIV.5: Fantasy Remastered
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Northen Wolf
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so, it's 12/13 right now? or are all orders in?
nutranurse
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Only missing orders from Haseri, but no rush! I have enough orders in to write the update (and I have been doing so since last night).
@Abaddon: Your orders were what I was looking for. In the future I will try to better define what I want from BT orders.
@Abaddon: Your orders were what I was looking for. In the future I will try to better define what I want from BT orders.
Abaddon
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From this update we will all be normal civilizations to take control of though right? EP to spend etc?
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Yeap, at the end of update 1 all the region's playable nations will have been created and you guys can start dicking around on the national-scale rather than the broad cultural scale. Think PerfNES + Magic. Updates during these IT's will be between 3-6 years long and will continue till someone either achieves hegemony status, ruins the world, or ruins the world and achieves hegemony status. Or till I get bored with the period. Whichever comes first.
edit: And seriously, Abaddon, what you sent to me in your orders were pretty much what I was looking for to make the BT update. I recognize it's a bit ill-defined, but I love to spin and so long as you guys give me a general direction I'll let my imagination go nuts.
edit: And seriously, Abaddon, what you sent to me in your orders were pretty much what I was looking for to make the BT update. I recognize it's a bit ill-defined, but I love to spin and so long as you guys give me a general direction I'll let my imagination go nuts.
Tecknojock
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Were my orders what you were looking for?
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Korinna Meets the Malachim
Incense Smoke coiled lazily around the entrance to then tent when SHE came in, The chimes over the door ringing. Even to the flawless Malachim, she looked perfect, her pale skin shining in the smoky light. She glanced around at the Malachim gathered within the tent, a small smile playing over her lips.
The oldest of Malachim quickly shook off his shock and walked forward with a large smile. “Welcome, Friend. I am Orichael, patriarch of clan Mihr. We would be honored for you to join us for food. We have plenty!” there was a slight cough every time he took a breath.
“I thank you greatly, good sir. I have been wandering these woods for months, and it does me good to see a friendly face.”
A younger Malachim Female, a teenager, came over with a bowl of a steaming stew. “Here. I am Stephanie, come sit with me.” Taking hold of the woman’s hand, she led her over to a pile of ornate pillows. “What is your name? Where are you from? You said you were alone for months? That must have been awful...”
“Child! let our guest eat in peace!” The old man chided the girl, punctuating almost every word with a dry cough. though all could see it was not with much hope.
The Woman laughed, Smiling at the assembled Malachim. “That’s alot of questions, Stephanie. I’ll answer what I can, but only if we make a deal. I’ll ask you a question for every question you ask me.”
“Deal! What is your name?”
“I am... Kor. Where are you from?”
“We’re Malachim! we come from the Ilonmol mountains, to the west. Why were you in the woods?”
“Truly? Malachim? I had long wanted to meet your kind. You are all living proof that there was magic in this world before the Starfall. In a way, that is why I was in the woods. I cannot go home, and so I was making my way westwards. What are Malachim like, as a people?” By this time, the whole tent, which had started gossiping amongst each other, were listening to the exchange intently.
“We love to learn. There is none we respect more than a teacher, except perhaps one who can trade for knowledge. We love strangers. Why can’t you go home?” Asked a young boy
“That is a short answer, but, I suppose I’ll answer in kind. I cannot go home because I was exiled. I disagreed with the King on how magic can be used.”
“You can do magic? So can I! Watch!” Stephanie exclaimed, pulling out a small figurine from a pouch at her side, and animating it, making it dance.
“Interesting. You are giving it a semblance of life, and with no sacrifice, no blood spilled.”
“That’s just a child’s toy. We give it to them to test their magical abilities. Once they are able to make them do their bidding, They go for their schooling at the great academies of Ir'Ilonmol, where they stay for years to learn to master their abilities. You should see the Creations of the Masters. Malachim Sized servants carved from living stone, obeying every wish, every command!”
“And do these... Automatons... Have life? Intelligence?”
“No. We are always taught that it is one of the great impossibilities. Not even the arcane can create intelligence where there is none.”
“Hmm. I should very much like to speak with these great masters of yours. I would like to learn what I can from them, and perhaps teach them from the Masteries that I know.”
“And what Mastery what that be?” The old Malachim asked, with an incredulous smile.
“That over life Itself. I can wake dormant seeds, see life where there is none, heal with a thought.”
At this, the old man clutched at his chest in surprise. “I can breath! Everyone, I can breath again! She saved me! Kor is truly blessed. You will always be welcome among clan Mihr, Kor. Name any price, and I will pay it myself, to recompense you for what you have done.
“I ask only to accompany you to your great city, and to learn from you, and to teach to you, what I can.”
Incense Smoke coiled lazily around the entrance to then tent when SHE came in, The chimes over the door ringing. Even to the flawless Malachim, she looked perfect, her pale skin shining in the smoky light. She glanced around at the Malachim gathered within the tent, a small smile playing over her lips.
The oldest of Malachim quickly shook off his shock and walked forward with a large smile. “Welcome, Friend. I am Orichael, patriarch of clan Mihr. We would be honored for you to join us for food. We have plenty!” there was a slight cough every time he took a breath.
“I thank you greatly, good sir. I have been wandering these woods for months, and it does me good to see a friendly face.”
A younger Malachim Female, a teenager, came over with a bowl of a steaming stew. “Here. I am Stephanie, come sit with me.” Taking hold of the woman’s hand, she led her over to a pile of ornate pillows. “What is your name? Where are you from? You said you were alone for months? That must have been awful...”
“Child! let our guest eat in peace!” The old man chided the girl, punctuating almost every word with a dry cough. though all could see it was not with much hope.
The Woman laughed, Smiling at the assembled Malachim. “That’s alot of questions, Stephanie. I’ll answer what I can, but only if we make a deal. I’ll ask you a question for every question you ask me.”
“Deal! What is your name?”
“I am... Kor. Where are you from?”
“We’re Malachim! we come from the Ilonmol mountains, to the west. Why were you in the woods?”
“Truly? Malachim? I had long wanted to meet your kind. You are all living proof that there was magic in this world before the Starfall. In a way, that is why I was in the woods. I cannot go home, and so I was making my way westwards. What are Malachim like, as a people?” By this time, the whole tent, which had started gossiping amongst each other, were listening to the exchange intently.
“We love to learn. There is none we respect more than a teacher, except perhaps one who can trade for knowledge. We love strangers. Why can’t you go home?” Asked a young boy
“That is a short answer, but, I suppose I’ll answer in kind. I cannot go home because I was exiled. I disagreed with the King on how magic can be used.”
“You can do magic? So can I! Watch!” Stephanie exclaimed, pulling out a small figurine from a pouch at her side, and animating it, making it dance.
“Interesting. You are giving it a semblance of life, and with no sacrifice, no blood spilled.”
“That’s just a child’s toy. We give it to them to test their magical abilities. Once they are able to make them do their bidding, They go for their schooling at the great academies of Ir'Ilonmol, where they stay for years to learn to master their abilities. You should see the Creations of the Masters. Malachim Sized servants carved from living stone, obeying every wish, every command!”
“And do these... Automatons... Have life? Intelligence?”
“No. We are always taught that it is one of the great impossibilities. Not even the arcane can create intelligence where there is none.”
“Hmm. I should very much like to speak with these great masters of yours. I would like to learn what I can from them, and perhaps teach them from the Masteries that I know.”
“And what Mastery what that be?” The old Malachim asked, with an incredulous smile.
“That over life Itself. I can wake dormant seeds, see life where there is none, heal with a thought.”
At this, the old man clutched at his chest in surprise. “I can breath! Everyone, I can breath again! She saved me! Kor is truly blessed. You will always be welcome among clan Mihr, Kor. Name any price, and I will pay it myself, to recompense you for what you have done.
“I ask only to accompany you to your great city, and to learn from you, and to teach to you, what I can.”
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Yep!
All orders are in now. Unless there are any new players expect the update to be out by Thursday night, if not before considering I have completed the sections for 3/13 players.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
wanna post a short preview? Alla Immaculate? Please? Pretty please? just to tide us over?
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@Northen Wolf's orders
Although I may get into more detail in the future, I am never going to write that much. Ever.
And although a short preview would be nice, I think it might not be for the best if we get our updates in parts. (and maybe a little distracting for Nutranurse)
Although I may get into more detail in the future, I am never going to write that much. Ever.
And although a short preview would be nice, I think it might not be for the best if we get our updates in parts. (and maybe a little distracting for Nutranurse)
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Update 1-Preview
The Silver Age
•??E??-1E113•
BT
(This is a WIP and subject to change)
The Silver Age
•??E??-1E113•
BT
(This is a WIP and subject to change)
Key:
⌂-Domestic/Diplomatic Events & Results
¤-Economic Events & Results
☼-Magickal Events & Results
†-Military Events & Results
Kor-Fiol's recorded history did not begin till the Low-Malachim script was introduced to the rest of the peoples living in the region. It was purportedly called Low-Malachim due to it being a simplified form of the winged elves' complex, high pitched language. Quite simply the Malachim did not believe the ground-dwelling races were intelligent enough to communicate on the same level as them. Arrogance aside, the adoption of the Low-Malachim tongue as the de facto trade language was indicative of a new era; one of trade, politics, war, and magick on a larger scale.
•Framing the First Years of the Silver Age•
†☼¤⌂The Celestium Crisis⌂¤☼†The Silver Age was named after the silver metal that was most widely used for tools, weapons, and armor: celestium. During the Forgotten Ages the metal primarily mined by the Ikkir underneath the Ilonmol Range and traded by their winged neighbors, the Malachim. With a monopoly over the only known metal, the Malachim grew wildly rich and they brought these riches with them when they returned to Ilonmol after the star-storm.
The trouble was these riches ran out.
The great stores of celestium seemed to be destroyed when the cavernous home of the Ikkir was destroyed by the star-storm. At first the Malachim were slow to realize this, but as the years turned to decades and only small amounts of celestium were extracted by unwilling Malachim miners, the avian elves knew that they were facing something dire.
The celesitum crisis was not a grand, cataclysmic event. It was more so a period of economic gloom, numerous petty wars, and a general sense of darkness that dominated much of the years leading up the rediscovery of rich clelestium veins in 1E110. Beginning in 1E1 with the collapse of Tir'Ilonmol into a shadow-war between the richest Malachim as they vied for control over what little celestium was left and ending in 1E100 with the violent rise of High Mage Kushiel to the leadership of the Tir'Ilonmol's council.
Celestium Ore;
By 1E100 the Malachim and Swiech would become fierce economic rivals due to their access to celestium ore veins.
Elsewhere in the world the celestium crisis saw the rise of once minor peoples to major status. By 1E10 the Swiech ratmen of Hunting-Hole had struck their first meager vein of celestium ore, and not long after they became the second largest traders of the precious metal. The free Ikkir dwarves of Ikkanaya-Kekteikan provided a small supply of celestium, the richest of them eventually forming the city of Ikkanaya-Teidedka. Between the elves, dwarves, and ratmen enough celestium was being pumped into the economies to the south to fuel the petty wars between the Bragaash and Narados horsemen; The Narados and the Sheol; the Bragaash and the Icarans; and the Bragaash and the other Bragaash tribes.
Other peoples less reliant on the metal were not as drastically effected, and in their stability grew to be major players of regional politics. The Telric successor cultures, the Telmar, Terlan, and Icaran, hardly needed the metal when they had their powerful magick to see out their plans. The Star Goblins entered an age of new unity in thought and state upon their great discovery of astrology. The Dohtel lead a revolution in the application of magick and understanding of mana, not to mention their discoveries of the furthest reaches of Kor-Fiol. Their discoveries would slowly work their way north till the Malachim were able to employ them in their celestium mining efforts, resulting in the end of the crisis.
thomas.berubeg
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Bah. The amount of money and luck it took for me to get CAUGHT makes it ALMOST worth it. and I did get some not too bad stuff out of it.
Home of Mage of the Third Circle Twenia:
"No you fool!" Mage of the Third Circle Twenia slapped the back of the head of her Apprentice Tor. "What have I told you time and again before you summon flames to your command?"
"That all emotions effect spells. That especially with flames one must control their anger, jealousy, and desires. Other emotions are not as important to losing control of the flames as these three." Tor recited by rote.
"And just what were you thinking about when you ruined this fine table here?" Mage Twenia pointed at the smoldering ruin in front of them.
"I was jealous of Apprentice Felin, Master." Mage Twenia sighed loudly and placed a hand on Tor's shoulder and walked around to face him. He sat straight as a lenoth (1) on watch. She lowered her face to his level since he was seated.
"Why are you jealous of your fellow apprentice?"
"Because He gets all your praise master. All I ever do is screw up."
"Listen to me, what did I tell you when I agreed to be your master?" Mage Twenia waved her hand in a slow circle prompting Tor to remember.
"That you saw the power of my potential but that it would be difficult to train me." The emotions finally spilled free from Tor. "But master it has been five cycles and I still can only perform simple magics! I'll never be as good as Felin."
"Tor," Mage Twenia began in a calm, motherly voice. "Felin has been my apprentice for thirty cicles. "Felin is about to be accepted as a Mage of the First Circle." Tor drew in his breath face full longing. "And do you know how long it took him to conjure a flame strong enough to consume this table in mere moments?" Tor mutely shook his head. "Ten cycles."
"But he is perfect in everything. I listen to his teachings and he never makes mistakes."
"Apprentice I will be brutally honest with you. What are the three major callings of our people?"
Tor responded back in the student rote memory mode. "The Dohtel most often feel pulled to the Magic, Sea, and Hunt. Many Dohtel go into other life paths, but most fall into one of those three callings."
"Correct." Mage Twenia stood tall once again and spoke in the teachers voice. "Now of those paths which takes the longest?"
"Magic."
"Correct, so tell me why are you jealous of another apprentice who while is not your match in power, is and probably always will be, more precise in casting?"
"Because I am impatient master." Tor dropped his head in shame. Impatience was one of the biggest failings among the Dohtel. They lived so long that being impatient was asking for future failure by not learning from the present.
"Right." Mage Twenia summoned a worker to replace the table in the room and once done set a bowl of water upon it. "Now back to the lesson at hand." Mage Twenia pointed to the bowl. "I know you can destroy something with flames, but I want you to control them. Make just enough to evaporate the water in this bowl without damaging anything else this time. Be patient."
1 - A lenoth is a small ferret like rodent often kept as pets by the Dohtel. They are known to have a small ability in magic to detect prey and hunters around them. When using this ability they freeze in place stiff for a few seconds.
Deck of the Sprite, Coast of Rial
"Move that rope now!" Bellowed Deck Master Ewain. "We drifted further from the coast than we meant to and the winds have us!"
The various apprentices ran around securing the ropes and the equipment on deck. The sudden storm lashed at their faces with the salty spray stinging their eyes. Ewain walked slowly and carefully up to the helm.
"Ship Master! Unless we find shelter on Rial soon we will fail and lose the Sprite!" Ewain yelled as loudly as his powerful lungs could let him to be heard over the howl of the Goddess Chy's furious winds.
"I know Deck Master!" Ship Master Tyur pointed at a bit of the coastline of Rial. "Helm Master set us on course for that point I believe it appears there is a small bit of shelter to be had there." The Helm Master nodded and began to steer the ship and issue commands to make it so.
After a good hour's effort and luck the Sprite drew up into the small bay and took shelter. As the fury of Chy was lessened the crew began to be able to see more clearly and,
"Ship Master! We are not the only ones to seek shelter here!" The apprentice on lookout duty yelled down and pointed towards the shore. Tyur and Ewain both went to side of the ship and looked where the lookout indicated. There was a pair of smaller obviously coastal fishing boats. They had interested looking faces aboard them staring back. Dohtel faces.
"Apprentice Kiel." Tyur grabbed a passing female apprentice. "Fetch Mage of the Fourth Circle Aliana." The apprentice nodded and quickly ran below decks.
"Well it seems Deck Master that our Mage has her mission to begin here. Let us hope the Tribes of Rial will join the Enlightened of the Great Tribe."
"No you fool!" Mage of the Third Circle Twenia slapped the back of the head of her Apprentice Tor. "What have I told you time and again before you summon flames to your command?"
"That all emotions effect spells. That especially with flames one must control their anger, jealousy, and desires. Other emotions are not as important to losing control of the flames as these three." Tor recited by rote.
"And just what were you thinking about when you ruined this fine table here?" Mage Twenia pointed at the smoldering ruin in front of them.
"I was jealous of Apprentice Felin, Master." Mage Twenia sighed loudly and placed a hand on Tor's shoulder and walked around to face him. He sat straight as a lenoth (1) on watch. She lowered her face to his level since he was seated.
"Why are you jealous of your fellow apprentice?"
"Because He gets all your praise master. All I ever do is screw up."
"Listen to me, what did I tell you when I agreed to be your master?" Mage Twenia waved her hand in a slow circle prompting Tor to remember.
"That you saw the power of my potential but that it would be difficult to train me." The emotions finally spilled free from Tor. "But master it has been five cycles and I still can only perform simple magics! I'll never be as good as Felin."
"Tor," Mage Twenia began in a calm, motherly voice. "Felin has been my apprentice for thirty cicles. "Felin is about to be accepted as a Mage of the First Circle." Tor drew in his breath face full longing. "And do you know how long it took him to conjure a flame strong enough to consume this table in mere moments?" Tor mutely shook his head. "Ten cycles."
"But he is perfect in everything. I listen to his teachings and he never makes mistakes."
"Apprentice I will be brutally honest with you. What are the three major callings of our people?"
Tor responded back in the student rote memory mode. "The Dohtel most often feel pulled to the Magic, Sea, and Hunt. Many Dohtel go into other life paths, but most fall into one of those three callings."
"Correct." Mage Twenia stood tall once again and spoke in the teachers voice. "Now of those paths which takes the longest?"
"Magic."
"Correct, so tell me why are you jealous of another apprentice who while is not your match in power, is and probably always will be, more precise in casting?"
"Because I am impatient master." Tor dropped his head in shame. Impatience was one of the biggest failings among the Dohtel. They lived so long that being impatient was asking for future failure by not learning from the present.
"Right." Mage Twenia summoned a worker to replace the table in the room and once done set a bowl of water upon it. "Now back to the lesson at hand." Mage Twenia pointed to the bowl. "I know you can destroy something with flames, but I want you to control them. Make just enough to evaporate the water in this bowl without damaging anything else this time. Be patient."
1 - A lenoth is a small ferret like rodent often kept as pets by the Dohtel. They are known to have a small ability in magic to detect prey and hunters around them. When using this ability they freeze in place stiff for a few seconds.
Deck of the Sprite, Coast of Rial
"Move that rope now!" Bellowed Deck Master Ewain. "We drifted further from the coast than we meant to and the winds have us!"
The various apprentices ran around securing the ropes and the equipment on deck. The sudden storm lashed at their faces with the salty spray stinging their eyes. Ewain walked slowly and carefully up to the helm.
"Ship Master! Unless we find shelter on Rial soon we will fail and lose the Sprite!" Ewain yelled as loudly as his powerful lungs could let him to be heard over the howl of the Goddess Chy's furious winds.
"I know Deck Master!" Ship Master Tyur pointed at a bit of the coastline of Rial. "Helm Master set us on course for that point I believe it appears there is a small bit of shelter to be had there." The Helm Master nodded and began to steer the ship and issue commands to make it so.
After a good hour's effort and luck the Sprite drew up into the small bay and took shelter. As the fury of Chy was lessened the crew began to be able to see more clearly and,
"Ship Master! We are not the only ones to seek shelter here!" The apprentice on lookout duty yelled down and pointed towards the shore. Tyur and Ewain both went to side of the ship and looked where the lookout indicated. There was a pair of smaller obviously coastal fishing boats. They had interested looking faces aboard them staring back. Dohtel faces.
"Apprentice Kiel." Tyur grabbed a passing female apprentice. "Fetch Mage of the Fourth Circle Aliana." The apprentice nodded and quickly ran below decks.
"Well it seems Deck Master that our Mage has her mission to begin here. Let us hope the Tribes of Rial will join the Enlightened of the Great Tribe."
Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
What's wrong with my orders? Long? just like 4 hours of work and not even typo-checking/re-reading. No calculations. No multi-party deals (communal farming fields owned by 4 players in ImmacuNES IIB). No trade. No spies. No secret projects. No stories and no problems that'd require my detailed attention. No tons of deals with NPC's either (I (L) NPC's!)
And also not even battle plans (which I suck at making).
I have a feeling that nutranurse's gonna hate me and my poor grammar for next of his life.
And also not even battle plans (which I suck at making).
I have a feeling that nutranurse's gonna hate me and my poor grammar for next of his life.
nutranurse
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Nah, your ideas make up for your grammar. And I am far from a grammar nazi.
thomas.berubeg
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Northen: My orders for this turn took me maybe 10 minutes, maybe 20. at most.
Mine took like an hour because I honestly was unsure what direction to head the Dohtel in. Kept rewriting and thankfully I have a far smaller region to worry about. Centralization will hopefully be swift without all that messy war crap.
My orders get longer as the world gets more complex. Naturally.
My orders get longer as the world gets more complex. Naturally.
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I hope you guys have noticed that I posted a preview.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Cool 
Oh well... Civil war? BAH! we're still more powerful than all of you.
Oh well... Civil war? BAH! we're still more powerful than all of you.
