ImmacuNES VI: Dreams and Legends

Silence descended with the falling snow, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves and the heavy footfalls of the two hunters. The grey-scaled woman pushed aside bare branches with her spear as the male followed her, the carcass of some wooly mammal slung over his back. While hunting for food had been superseded by farming for the past few years, the Jolustrym never considered giving up hunting. To the Jolustrym, a meal was more satisfying if you risked death to get it.

"That tree is familiar," the male commented, adjusting the weight of the animal. "Are you leading us in circles again?"

"Dearest Aezath, we've been together for nearly fifteen springs and you still doubt my pathfinding?" the female countered, prodding a suspicious mound of snow with her spear tip before continuing.

" No more than I doubt your prowess with the spear," Aezath said cooly. "Forgive me if getting saddled with the kill has made me impatient."

"I was saddled with the last kill, dearest."

Aezath rolled his eyes and elected not to continue the argument. "Well, we'd better get home quickly. This thing is already starting to smell."

Seraleath turned to face her husband, a bemused expression crossing her face. "I never knew the great Aezath Immithson to be such a complainer."

"Why complain? Our sons and daughters will eat well tonight. Better than last night, at least."

"We have plenty to eat, dearest." She resumed the tapping of tree branches as she lead them through the woods.

"Plenty? We have fish." he countered, coating the offending noun in as much bile as he could muster. "Disgusting things. I'd sooner lick the mud off my boots. Just as satisfactory and not nearly as rancid."

"By all means, do so. So long as you remain skilled in your field..."

Aezath gave a short bark of laughter. "Who's doubting who now? Wait fifty springs more before you dare to slander my name, else I will need to remind you of my skills."

"Speaking of which, Whitestone, due north." Seraleath shot a prideful look back at her husband. "Are you going to apologize for insulting my pathfinding now?"

Aezath's response was to grumble something incoherently.

I think my next story will be something a bit more descriptive, but this will do for now.
 
With only 1 hour left for orders i have a few people still outstanding.

I am going to extend the deadline to midnight tonight.

Dogged57 (or any other new players):
I'm going to write you a quick little pre-update update with some basic stats and stuff. You can submit orders after you get that if you like.
 
Oh yeah I forgot too, lol.

Since you already wrote my update, I'll link it next turn.
 
Hbar,
You can either resubmit or wait until next turn.

Others,
All orders need to be quantitative, not just qualitative. Please tell me how many resources, arcana and military units you are allocating to each task.
 
Can't wait for the update! I have a couple of ideas for some stories, although I should probably try to hold off with them until I break up from Uni.

By the way Immac (you've probably mentioned this before) but what time zone are you in? Just so that when you say ''midnight'' I can mentally convert that into London time :p
 
EST,
-4 hrs.
 
With only 1 hour left for orders i have a few people still outstanding.

I am going to extend the deadline to midnight tonight.

Dogged57 (or any other new players):
I'm going to write you a quick little pre-update update with some basic stats and stuff. You can submit orders after you get that if you like.

Sounds good. Where will I find the pre-update?
 
I can PM it to you or e-mail or i can find you on gamesurge. Give me about 6 hours or so- i need to do some stuff for work first.
 
I can PM it to you or e-mail or i can find you on gamesurge. Give me about 6 hours or so- i need to do some stuff for work first.

Copy that. If there's a PM system here, I'm not seeing it available yet. Is there a minimum post count for me to use it?
 
should be in the top right hand corner (sort of) of your page... at least it is for me.
 
You need o wait about 5 days or so to get pm previlige.

Alternatively you could ask one of the moderators through Visitor Message.
 
Looks like I've got 3 days to go before messaging kicks in. I could message you over on Dom3minions, though, Immaculate, if that works?
 
Sure.

I'll post your stats tonight and write a short mini-update to give you an idea of who your neighbors are etc. Then you can write orders based on that.
 
Special Mini-Update: ENTER THE PADDUBLIN!

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The mountains rise abrubptly, one series of cliffs after another into seemingly endless clouds and snow- far beyond where anyone has been able to explore to date. But upon the northern side of this mountain, accessible via thousands of organically bored shafts, lies the subterranean home of the Paddublin. These creatures live at the base of these mountain ranges, in a series of foothills and valleys that eventually give way to a wide northern plain to the northwest, a salt sea to the north, and a mixed deciduous and coniferous forest to the north-east.

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The Paddublin make their living from a mixture of slowly digesting bacteria and other organic material caught in soil and rock and from more active pursuits including the raising of cereal crops and the herding of sure-footed mountain goats they have domesticated.

Within their cities, the Paddublin are led by philosopher’s council, the oldest and wisest of their kind who spend as much time considering the worthiness of art and song as they do ruling.

The Paddublin have seen, on occasion, smoke rising form the western plains but have yet to see any evidence of sentient life beyond this.

Much intellectual debate deep in the caverns of their home have led to the experimentation with a substance known as clay, from which they have developed many fine ‘ceramics’.

Paddublin develop pottery.




So you should have everything you need to send orders. You can send them via e-mail or via electronic courrier on invision if you prefer.

EDIT: Cannae- i need your perks if you want to make it in for this update. You have 4h15min from now.
 
I'm sure I posted the perks... Also my internet wasn't working effectively yesterday.
 
I am so sorry Cannae- did you go back and edit them in or did i just miss them completely?

I feel bad and will provide you with your stats as soon as possible (8-12 hours from now). I will then inclue a mini-update like i did for Dogged57. At that time i will also adress your concerns from the private message you sent me.

You can then submit late orders without penalty.

My apologies for missing the perks.

Cheers,
Immac.
 
OOC: Since Vertinari doesn't seem to have time to write the first encounter I guess it's up to me. Also can this count to this update’s RP or do I have to wait until next turn?

The winter season had just ended and the many Kodama of the forest were scrambling about getting ready to prepare the spring festival, where they would thank the higher spirits for guiding them through another winter and enjoyed an end to the season long fast as their trees began to sprout leafs and generate more energy. The Kodama, suddenly infused with new energy, would participate in ritual dances and watch plays for two days and two nights.

All in all it was a pretty miserable time to be chosen to go out on patrol as a member of the Watchers, thought Roble, who was sworn to guard over the forest and keep a look out for any threats to it. Thus he was currently patrolling the edges of the forest along with his fellow Watchers, far away from the festivities that were occurring. Unknown to them was that their monotonous morning was soon to take a sudden change to the bizarre.

He was alerted to the presence of an approaching being by the scouts in the tree tops and quickly began to fade into the nearest tree, after apologizing to its current Kodama inhabitant of course, and began to look around for the source of the disturbance.

When he finally spotted the creature he had to do a double take. It had to be the strangest thing Roble had ever seen, it was definitely otherworldly like the Kodama, but nowhere near to the extent that the spirits of the trees were. It was as if the higher spirits had been unable to decide whether they wanted to make a spirit or a beast and decided to compromise by making a bizarre creature halfway in between.

Looking about he saw no one make a move as they watched the creature walk through the forest. Knowing that if it was allowed to continue on its current path the spirit-beast would soon stumble upon the celebrating Kodama Roble decided to act.

Emerging from the tree he walked onto a branch and cocked his head before letting out a clattering sound to draw the creature’s attention.
 
Mini-Update: ENTER THE ADRIALIXTLA!

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Amid a sandy desert who’s horizons stretches beyond the northern and western horizon, an elven people calling themselves the Adrialixtla make their home. These people are well adapted to the dry wastes and are able to both go without water for extended periods of time and to magically subsist, partially, upon the energy of the sun (when water is plentiful). They are also highly nocturnal, often avoiding much of the sun’s rays by operating in the evening when their sensitive vision allows them to pick apart the heat signatures of animals from the cold sandy wastes they live upon.

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The Adialixtla follow a centralized monarchy and the leadership of an ‘empress’ who claims to rule over the entirety of the desert elves and for the most part does. The people are widely dispersed along the coasts however, making their homes wherever there is plentiful oasis or spring water. Here the Adrialixtla graze their herds and establish their semi-nomadic homes. They also fish the coasts.

It is upon these eastern coasts that the Adrialixtla have spotted strange foreigners. They arrive in galleys bearing pale blue sails and powered by hairy creatures with overly muscled upper bodies and underdeveloped legs. These brachiate easily through the rigging of their galleys but possess a lumbering, almost knuckle-dragging gait when making landfall. They people call themselves the ‘Ghul’ and while little can be understood of their strange tongue, initially appear peaceful. This despite a wide and wickedly toothed mouth reminiscent of a shark’s.

To the south of the Adrialixtla desert lies a high mountain ridge that rises almost vertically into thunder and lightning laden clouds. Strange weather often comes from these mountains and it is not uncommon to experience dry lightning or sudden hail in this region.


Thanks for your patience Cannae. Please submit your orders by Saturday at midnight Eastern Standard Time
 
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