The Bannor throne room was silent. Basium the archangel of Junil stood contemplatively before the great stone throne.
All around the capital the mood was one of disappointment. The day was supposed to be one of celebration. An official state visit from the only one in this world not destined for extermination was a rare thing indeed. And the plans for it were so majestic. There were to be trumpets, a parade and even a feast. But much to everyone's annoyance that all fell apart as instead the angel took it upon him self to simply stride right into the throne room like he owned the place. And this is where he now stood.
Hours passed. Hours in which the angel simply stood in front of the shimmering cloud of shimmering hues. Occasionally Basium would shift, cough, mumble something to him self or simply hmmm indicatively. But for the most part the day past in silence.
Eventually as the sun slowly began to set the High Priest finally picked up the courage to remind the angel of the time to which the he gave a silent nod and turned to leave.
As the two were exiting the room the High Priest asked his guest a single question. "Might I ask, my lord. Just what did the color
Purple, blessed be its hue say?"
Basium shrugged and replied: "No idea. But it was quite pretty."
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Meanwhile in the field the situation was not so pretty at all.
A feat which he would continue to repeat over the next 10 or so turns as more and more enemies were fed in to him and his XP farming mill.
No rewards go to those that can figure out how that one ended.
Speaking of ends. Valin took up a position just next to Udir. The plan was to remove the city from existence and settle one tile north to get at the grain. But the settler would take some time to arrive. Meanwhile Valin would sit there waiting for them to spawn units to farm on.
The plan would be moderately unsuccessful as it took until turn 464 and no new units were created. I blame the elves.
Back to the past and turn 455 it would appear that Ulfgar has a harpy problem. With a voice made for radio and a face to match the girl would not be long for this world. That is if not for the fact that the color
Purple, blessed be its strange and shimmering ways took a liking to the girl.
Listen, I don't get it either. I can't get into the colors head any more than you do. I just write these things. All I know is that now we have the ugliest harpy known to civilization sitting there with a royal stamp of "must not burn".
Speaking of mercy or rather lack there off it would only take three turns before a massive army of the Amurites sprang up seemingly out of nowhere to join the Clown-Elf party.
The remaining five turns are more or less uneventful. Both the clowns, Amurites and Svatalflar are all happily feeding armies toward that city turn after turn all too happy to feed the XP mill that it has become.
Donal is taking potshots at them, working up to Blitz so that he can murder two units per turn. And since he keeps killing off the good units odds some times permit the rest of his army to chip in as well. Even if they only attack at 99.9%.
So far the death tally is several mage, a bunch of Soldiers of Kilomorph, axemen, swordmen and god knows what else.
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In related news I allowed a couple cities to grow and started 2 libraries and some more settlers. The two archers in our capital are also to be sent to the new cities once they are done. We have quite enough of an army at this point and I feel that we need to invest more into our economy.
Also, we really need to rush Valin south to capitalize on all that sweet XP on offer.