Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
OOC: I love being unreasonable 
ImmacuNES III: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy
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they icrease the foodproduction of assosiated farms by 25%
the same for lighthouses and fisheries, if i`m right..
Wow! Either suicide or die. You're a diplomat, aren't you?
Immaculate
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Ldi: [beg]please please please come join us!!![/beg]
EDit: sorry- i forgot exclamation points. that should read:
Ldi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: [beg]please please please come join us!!![/beg]
EDit: sorry- i forgot exclamation points. that should read:
Ldi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: [beg]please please please come join us!!![/beg]
Seon
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Update Seven and a Half: New Neigbors
The Scions of Twilight have long been very accomplished sailors and as their domestic growth turns more to mercantile matters, a growing merchant class is eager to tap into the pre-existing naval competence to establish new trade routes with lands beyond those of the pinkling Utilicans. In the year 1048, the first of many merchants arrive amongst the lands of the Tabba Ghut. It is the first contact that the Tabba Ghut have had with outsiders other then the Icewyrm or Keeper of the Monastary. What develops remains to be seen. The merchants of the Scions of Twilight also make contact with the Nozkam Legon and the Palitante, at first by tracking the ships of the Utilican merchants but latter by developing their own trade routes.
Another nation to develop their naval competence and the reach of their merchants trade routes are the Nozkam Legon. Their merchants and explorers, curious and eager to develop trade during the peace after the battle with the Grey Shadows develop new naval routes. These extend beyond the Palitante and into Throalic waters where they quickly make contact with that nation and that of the Uldar.
The Scions of Twilight have long been very accomplished sailors and as their domestic growth turns more to mercantile matters, a growing merchant class is eager to tap into the pre-existing naval competence to establish new trade routes with lands beyond those of the pinkling Utilicans. In the year 1048, the first of many merchants arrive amongst the lands of the Tabba Ghut. It is the first contact that the Tabba Ghut have had with outsiders other then the Icewyrm or Keeper of the Monastary. What develops remains to be seen. The merchants of the Scions of Twilight also make contact with the Nozkam Legon and the Palitante, at first by tracking the ships of the Utilican merchants but latter by developing their own trade routes.
Another nation to develop their naval competence and the reach of their merchants trade routes are the Nozkam Legon. Their merchants and explorers, curious and eager to develop trade during the peace after the battle with the Grey Shadows develop new naval routes. These extend beyond the Palitante and into Throalic waters where they quickly make contact with that nation and that of the Uldar.
Glad I'm on an island...)
Immaculate
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Welcome back. Hope you had a great time.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
DE, these makes sense only to a lemming and you know it.
Naww, man, I'll spare the old and the children if they surrender.
Or, I might, at least
Ekolite
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Governor
Ragnor Huldimun looked around his cluttered office bewilderedly and slightly aghast. Huge stacks of parchment stood proud on every desk, shelf and flat surface. Records of immigration mostly, but also forms for planning permission, houses, temples, warehouses... The city had been overwhelmed with activity in the last few days and really, it was too much. The city had no infrastructure, no jobs, and very limited supplies brought down from Uld'ar. But still, more and more people had flooded in, and continued to do so every day. Even today three thousand more people had crossed the city borders looking for a place to live, and it was only 2 o'clock!
With a faint smile, he stood and paced quietly towards the window, opening it and cherishing the cool sea air. He had had his office constructed on the very coastline, perched rather precariously on the cliff top. In the evenings the view of the sun setting over the horizon was truly spectacular. Casually, he picked up a pile of documents from his desk, wincing under its surprising weight. Pushing the window open a little wider with his shoulder, he heaved, and lifted the pile over the ledge and out. The papers billowed in the wind and onto the cliff-face, where they lay strewn. Heap after heap followed...
...Soon there would be more paper then cliff-face.
After a quick rummage through some miscellaneous bureaucracy, he located his quill and scribbled on the back of piece of parchment the words; ''Yes to All''. At this point his secretary burst into the room screaming, ''My lord! My lord! Close your window! There has been some kind of accid..'' he looked around, stunned, at the room which could now be described as relatively tidy.
Huldimun smiled, and gave him a look which shook him to the bone. ''Kindly nail this sign to my door would you, Mordina?''
Yes to All.
The story of its rather all-inclusive (or just plain lazy) governor quickly swept the city from tavern to tavern, and soon patricians and shop keepers were putting up similar signs in satire. ''Yes to All'' became something of a catchphrase, a local motto, and it was reflected in the very nature of the city. Everywhere you looked there were new buildings springing up, almost entirely unorganised, at every gate hordes of immigrants pushed and shoved. How many was anyone's guess. Frankly, the Governor wasn't interested, and neither was anyone else.
From abroad, many merchants came to set up business, and from across the narrow straits of Renegade Pilsetan's fled their homeland to lead more peaceful lives amongst the orcs. Traditionally, Muldar Edoris and the Ul'dari elite had not looked too kindly on other races, which they saw mainly as obstacles to be overcome, but in Renegade sentiments were a little different.
Yes to All.
And where people went, industry soon followed, and already the surrounding lands were speckled with mines and covered in the patchwork design of endless farmland. Quickly, the unemployed mobs were quietened and jobs became plentiful. The potential of the region, which was to be named South Kerosyn, seemed boundless and the first harvest flooded the city and filled its storehouses and granaries to bursting point.
It was decided that to mark the harvest, but also the current and future successes of Renegade, a great monument should be constructed. A design was drawn up and okayed, and work soon began. The construction made use of thousands of out of work labourers, for the monument was to be the amongst the greatest structures of the nation. A vast behemoth of stone, carved in the rather naked form of governor Ragnor Huldimun, pointing out to sea. The plinth on which it stood was of wrought bronze and inscribed all over with the now famous words.
On completion, Huldimun gave his first speech since being awarded the title of Governor. He spoke at great length of the importance of constant growth, immigration and inclusivity, and denounced the bureaucracy of the Uld'ar central government which he claimed was stifling and restricting. With teary eyes he told the crowd before him of the fantastic future of South Kerosyn, and of the Uld'ari nation as a whole, and commended their hard work in contributing to it.
If only he'd known just what lay ahead.
Ragnor Huldimun looked around his cluttered office bewilderedly and slightly aghast. Huge stacks of parchment stood proud on every desk, shelf and flat surface. Records of immigration mostly, but also forms for planning permission, houses, temples, warehouses... The city had been overwhelmed with activity in the last few days and really, it was too much. The city had no infrastructure, no jobs, and very limited supplies brought down from Uld'ar. But still, more and more people had flooded in, and continued to do so every day. Even today three thousand more people had crossed the city borders looking for a place to live, and it was only 2 o'clock!
With a faint smile, he stood and paced quietly towards the window, opening it and cherishing the cool sea air. He had had his office constructed on the very coastline, perched rather precariously on the cliff top. In the evenings the view of the sun setting over the horizon was truly spectacular. Casually, he picked up a pile of documents from his desk, wincing under its surprising weight. Pushing the window open a little wider with his shoulder, he heaved, and lifted the pile over the ledge and out. The papers billowed in the wind and onto the cliff-face, where they lay strewn. Heap after heap followed...
...Soon there would be more paper then cliff-face.
After a quick rummage through some miscellaneous bureaucracy, he located his quill and scribbled on the back of piece of parchment the words; ''Yes to All''. At this point his secretary burst into the room screaming, ''My lord! My lord! Close your window! There has been some kind of accid..'' he looked around, stunned, at the room which could now be described as relatively tidy.
Huldimun smiled, and gave him a look which shook him to the bone. ''Kindly nail this sign to my door would you, Mordina?''
Yes to All.
The story of its rather all-inclusive (or just plain lazy) governor quickly swept the city from tavern to tavern, and soon patricians and shop keepers were putting up similar signs in satire. ''Yes to All'' became something of a catchphrase, a local motto, and it was reflected in the very nature of the city. Everywhere you looked there were new buildings springing up, almost entirely unorganised, at every gate hordes of immigrants pushed and shoved. How many was anyone's guess. Frankly, the Governor wasn't interested, and neither was anyone else.
From abroad, many merchants came to set up business, and from across the narrow straits of Renegade Pilsetan's fled their homeland to lead more peaceful lives amongst the orcs. Traditionally, Muldar Edoris and the Ul'dari elite had not looked too kindly on other races, which they saw mainly as obstacles to be overcome, but in Renegade sentiments were a little different.
Yes to All.
And where people went, industry soon followed, and already the surrounding lands were speckled with mines and covered in the patchwork design of endless farmland. Quickly, the unemployed mobs were quietened and jobs became plentiful. The potential of the region, which was to be named South Kerosyn, seemed boundless and the first harvest flooded the city and filled its storehouses and granaries to bursting point.
It was decided that to mark the harvest, but also the current and future successes of Renegade, a great monument should be constructed. A design was drawn up and okayed, and work soon began. The construction made use of thousands of out of work labourers, for the monument was to be the amongst the greatest structures of the nation. A vast behemoth of stone, carved in the rather naked form of governor Ragnor Huldimun, pointing out to sea. The plinth on which it stood was of wrought bronze and inscribed all over with the now famous words.
On completion, Huldimun gave his first speech since being awarded the title of Governor. He spoke at great length of the importance of constant growth, immigration and inclusivity, and denounced the bureaucracy of the Uld'ar central government which he claimed was stifling and restricting. With teary eyes he told the crowd before him of the fantastic future of South Kerosyn, and of the Uld'ari nation as a whole, and commended their hard work in contributing to it.
If only he'd known just what lay ahead.
To the Tabba Ghut:
Greetings, fellow Trollkyn. We are pleased to see more of our great race survive the scourge. We look forward to mutually beneficial trade between our lands.
We have heard of your encounter with the great Icewyrm, and of your bravery in battle. While we are saddened by the loss of kyn life and are fiercely proud of your warriors who fell in honorable battle, we cannot help but think this is punishment for turning away from our creator Mul'kyrn, the Icefather. We urge you to reclaim your devotion to the Winter King.
To the Nozkam Legon:
The Dwarves and the Trollkyn have long shared many commonalities. Our love of craft, our mountain homes, and our prowess in battle. We are glad to see you have merged and thrived in the passing of the scourge. We understand that dwarves have a love of gold - our mines are overflowing and we are looking for trading partners. I believe our two nations will thrive if we can find a beneficial arrangement.
To the Palitanate:
We have once met the impetuous nature of pinkling humans. Until you prove otherwise, we will assume you are more peaceful then the warmongers of Utilica, but do not try our resolve. You are suffering for your brother's sins - we will be wary of trade or alliance until we are sure of your disposition.
Greetings, fellow Trollkyn. We are pleased to see more of our great race survive the scourge. We look forward to mutually beneficial trade between our lands.
We have heard of your encounter with the great Icewyrm, and of your bravery in battle. While we are saddened by the loss of kyn life and are fiercely proud of your warriors who fell in honorable battle, we cannot help but think this is punishment for turning away from our creator Mul'kyrn, the Icefather. We urge you to reclaim your devotion to the Winter King.
To the Nozkam Legon:
The Dwarves and the Trollkyn have long shared many commonalities. Our love of craft, our mountain homes, and our prowess in battle. We are glad to see you have merged and thrived in the passing of the scourge. We understand that dwarves have a love of gold - our mines are overflowing and we are looking for trading partners. I believe our two nations will thrive if we can find a beneficial arrangement.
To the Palitanate:
We have once met the impetuous nature of pinkling humans. Until you prove otherwise, we will assume you are more peaceful then the warmongers of Utilica, but do not try our resolve. You are suffering for your brother's sins - we will be wary of trade or alliance until we are sure of your disposition.
Immaculate
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OOC:
not sure where northen wolf is... i haven't heard from him for awhile and his nation was NPC last turn. if he doesn't show up soon, i'll diplo back on his behalf.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Before you disappear into the sunset, Darksaber, any plans on how to proceed with the war?
Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
There is no need for this - I'm back. Was in hospital for a while (without internet connection, hospitals are a nightmare), but I'm OK now. I'll diplo back later today...
Thank you Immac, for keeping me around!
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