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Ummm.... I sent my gold to Ekolite last turn, at least it's what I said in my orders, so either Ekolite is lying or Immaculate over looked it in my orders.

If it's the latter you'll have to wait till next turn to get it as I need what little gold I have.

Usually Immac writes in my stats specifically if I receive any gold from another player, he didn't this time so as far as I know I didn't get your gold.
 
Well then I too suspect a mod mistake because it was in my orders.
 
u could always just spill the beans and we might just let u do whatever it is ur doing. we don't have to kill each other you know.

The only problem is that I don't trust you, and you might just hide so that I can't get at you. :p I'll tell you next turn... (I promise it would all be for the good of the continent!), just don't interfere with me this turn or next turn and you shall all be finer then before.
 
see, that's where your stupid mistake is. i don't trust you either. so unless you tell me what you're up to we're still enemies. and further, i've never given you a reason not to trust me. where you have double crossed me, have plans to do the same to orange and maybe masterofdisasta. i'm sure at some point you'll stab him in the back too. that's why its in everyone's best interest to eradicate you and kill every single member of your organization. you are a threat to us all
 
I am naturally a distrusting type. I didn't double cross you, I was never on your side (unless you count all those PMs being on the same side :p). I was actually planning against the cult since I came, you just happened to have sponsored it at the time.
 
i don't know how you define double cross, but agreeing to take several jobs from me and the ignoring all of them just to lure me into a false sense of security so you can ruin my project is how i define a double cross. plus, you've made very public your plans to destroy the Sidar gate, and masterofdisasta is an ally to both of us. so again. rationalize your actions however you want, but you've given everyone on this continent a reason to hunt you down and kill you. and trust me, you don't want my forces to be the ones to get a hold of you because your end will be very messy. better to join us than fight us.
 
i don't know how you define double cross, but agreeing to take several jobs from me and the ignoring all of them just to lure me into a false sense of security so you can ruin my project is how i define a double cross. plus, you've made very public your plans to destroy the Sidar gate, and masterofdisasta is an ally to both of us. so again. rationalize your actions however you want, but you've given everyone on this continent a reason to hunt you down and kill you. and trust me, you don't want my forces to be the ones to get a hold of you because your end will be very messy. better to join us than fight us.

Or did I? :mischief:
 
Your avatar scares the wits out of me whenever I see it by the way Ken, nice, you actually did succeed in unnerving me a bit. although it made me more paranoid

Anyhow, back to wartime thingamajigger that makes this game soooooo fun.

We do not believe that Cult of Laroth's gate is as dangerous as the Ritual of whatever nature it is you are planning at this point. Although we have disrupted the ritual, we know that you will try again with double the forces, we will stop that too, but this time, it will have a slight twist as well.
 
I can confirm that merciary sent the money- if i screwed up and its not in your stats ekolite, then its my fault not his.
 
I am trying to, it often unnerves people :crazyeye:
 
[yawns]... so what'd I miss? Haven't been on all day.

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Right, then. First of all, the Arch had nothing to do with these zombies. Second, it zombies are anything like skeletons, they can walk underwater - but not through an open sea, only coast.

ken, I see you're being your usual tactful self... ;) ...an Alliance needs all kinds, though. We're bestest bestest buddies now! [attempts ackward man hug]
 
I actually thought he meant a boat... but I see
 
:(.


I am having problems with orders... People dangle alliances... then withdraw them. No official e-mail or PM about forces sent. Just get the Recon path, retreat from whatever city is in danger until it is not or whatever. i don't know about anything because no one tells me their ides
 
Here's a story about a man named Malus, and he had a bunch of failing underlings of his own.

Spoiler :
The High Priestess had just finished giving her report on the full extent of the failure in the Ritual of Branding. She kept her face resolute, but inside she felt a nagging doubt. Almost a fear, really. This fear was of her great master, Lord Malus. He sat on his throne, staring down at her with those pinpricks of cold blue light instead of the eyes he should have had. His decrepit face did not so much as twitch as she told him of the near complete failure. The only thing that kept her nagging doubt from flaring into a full blaze of terror was remembering that Malus needed her. So far, the High Priestess was his only direct contact to Ceridwen. As far as she knew. There was that nagging doubt again. She also desparately hoped that Kanna’s words to her and the glory the Lady of Pain had promised would do much to soothe her master’s ire. Lord Malus’ chin raised slightly, bringing the High Priestess out of her reverie. She focused her complete attention to the present, awaiting her master’s words.

He spoke softly. It sounded deadlier than a viper’s hiss, “You gravely disappoint me, High Priestess of House Hirch. You lied to me.” His words fanned the High Priestess’ doubt into full blown terror. She did lie to him. She now had a very good reason to be afraid.

“I-I-I’m sorry, my lord. I felt it was in the b-b-best interest of the ritual. The Labyrinth was f-following us, and I-I reasoned the less who knew about it…the better.” She regretted every action that led to her having to say those words. She shuddered. Her body needed an outlet for all of her fear. Lord Malus slowly outstretched his decaying hand from his voluminous royal robes. He made a grasping gesture in the direction of the High Priestess. Suddenly she felt a giant invisible hand closing around her, crushing her as it raised her into the air. She screamed. The invisible hand’s grip only grew tighter. The High Priestess could no longer breathe. Darkness was forming around the edges of her vision. The invisible hand – now an invisible fist – clenched even tighter. Just as the darkness was overtaking her she had one final, terrible thought, ‘I’m going to hell.’ Then the invisible fist ceased to exist and she fell to the floor on all fours, gasping for air. Between her sputtering coughs, Lord Malus recited a passage from the Gospel of Madoc:

“Blessed is he who worships the Stern Lady with truthfulness on his lips and honesty in his heart. For betrayers of the golden truth will always be exposed, and ruin will come from on high to the liars and deceivers of the faithful. Blessed is he who accepts this teaching as truth. Blessed is he who holds true to his purpose.”

The Dread Emperor stood. He closed the distance menacingly between himself and the gasping woman on the floor. Malus said, “And your purpose, High Priestess, is to tell me all I need to know regarding the worship of our great goddess. Every,” Lord Malus flung his hand in the air and the High Priestess was flung onto her back. “last,” he raised his hand up and the priestess was upright on her knees. Lord Malus bent low, his rotting face inches from hers as he whispered, “detail.” Violently Lord Malus waved towards the far wall and the High Priestess flew through air crashing into it, tangled in the tapestries.

He walked over to her, noticing she hadn’t passed out due to her injuries. “Good, you are still conscious. Remember these great words of your glorious ruler. If you fail again, it may be the last time you ever have the pleasure of hearing them. Find me every single noble who betrayed me. Flay them alive, and feed their remains to my experiment in the dungeon. Then, every member belonging to a traitor’s house is to be rounded up and publicly sacrificed in the upcoming ritual. Pray that all goes as planned.” Lord Malus left his throne room to attend to other matters of state. The High Priestess, still tangled in the tapestries, let out a moan. She swore an oath to the Lady of Pain that she would not fail her master again. The High Priestess did not want to die, and she knew if she served her master well he would eventually teach her the secrets of immortality. These orders would be carried out with a zeal she had never before possessed. But first she had to stand up.
 
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