Lambda Ignaceae
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100 is a loong time for stuff to happen 
AngNES I: A Divine Wind
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Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
It is, but civilization is very young right now. We have to have a somewhat meaningful pace.
Lambda Ignaceae
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Oh no, I am glad we are compressing it, it takes time to destroy Empires..
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
Oh, it would be fine for you to say what you did even if it was criticism - I welcome what you guys have to say about my modding. Sometimes (like now) I might be hellbent on something, but I will still listen to you.
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
King Atum walked the stone halls of the palace of Lasche. He often did this to relax himself when the stresses of ruling his city-state grew too much. Even with the priests half-ruling the city on behalf of the gods, there was always much work to be done. He passed by one of his advisors an old friend of his named Marruk- room and looked inside out of curiosity. Marruk was standing over his table, holding what appeared to be a piece of chalk in his hand and rubbing it on the table. Interested, Atum entered the room and asked, Marruk, my friend, what has that poor table done to you that you must attack it so?
Surprised, Marruk stood up straight and turned around, bowing to his king and friend. It is nothing, Atum. I was creating a reminder for myself that I must stop by the market later today to get some meat.
Atum stepped forward so he could see what Marruk had done to the table and only saw a few white markings in a vertical line. From top to bottom, he saw a circle, what appeared to be a simplified depiction of a stall, and an irregularly shaped rounded rectangle. Still a bit puzzled, he asked again, You use pictures to remind you? What are these shapes?
Marruk stood next to Atum and said, Not just pictures. I have been using these symbols as reminders for a little while. You see, he pointed at the circle, I use this circle to mean today. The stall here tells me I must go to the market, and this shape, he pointed at the slightly rectangular one, I use to mean meat. Thus, later today, I must go to the market for some meat.
Atum rubbed his chin thoughtfully while looking at the symbols for a few moments before nodding and saying, Very clever, my friend. I think I may use this myself. I do not forget things often, but if I could avoid it altogether, that would be magnificent.
Say, said Marruk, an idea planting itself in his mind, what if I showed you the symbols I use, so that we could use them as our own little method of communication?
At that, Atum laughed. Sneaky of you, too. But no, on second thought, if I am to learn it, perhaps all my advisors could, as well as some of the priests, if need be. Think of it. If we use these symbols to speak amongst ourselves without actually speaking, perhaps we could even use these as more than reminders. Messages could be passed between ourselves with other people being unable to decipher them. Yes, this could be very good indeed...
Again, Marruk respectfully bowed and said, If you wish it, my King, so it shall be. Perhaps we can come together... He smirked and picked up the chalk again, and then used it to draw a horizontal line on the right side of the circle on the table.
The king looked down at the new symbol and furrowed his brow, before asking, And what does that mean?
Tomorrow.
The symbols mentioned in the text: starting from top left and going clockwise: today, market, meat, and tomorrow.
Surprised, Marruk stood up straight and turned around, bowing to his king and friend. It is nothing, Atum. I was creating a reminder for myself that I must stop by the market later today to get some meat.
Atum stepped forward so he could see what Marruk had done to the table and only saw a few white markings in a vertical line. From top to bottom, he saw a circle, what appeared to be a simplified depiction of a stall, and an irregularly shaped rounded rectangle. Still a bit puzzled, he asked again, You use pictures to remind you? What are these shapes?
Marruk stood next to Atum and said, Not just pictures. I have been using these symbols as reminders for a little while. You see, he pointed at the circle, I use this circle to mean today. The stall here tells me I must go to the market, and this shape, he pointed at the slightly rectangular one, I use to mean meat. Thus, later today, I must go to the market for some meat.
Atum rubbed his chin thoughtfully while looking at the symbols for a few moments before nodding and saying, Very clever, my friend. I think I may use this myself. I do not forget things often, but if I could avoid it altogether, that would be magnificent.
Say, said Marruk, an idea planting itself in his mind, what if I showed you the symbols I use, so that we could use them as our own little method of communication?
At that, Atum laughed. Sneaky of you, too. But no, on second thought, if I am to learn it, perhaps all my advisors could, as well as some of the priests, if need be. Think of it. If we use these symbols to speak amongst ourselves without actually speaking, perhaps we could even use these as more than reminders. Messages could be passed between ourselves with other people being unable to decipher them. Yes, this could be very good indeed...
Again, Marruk respectfully bowed and said, If you wish it, my King, so it shall be. Perhaps we can come together... He smirked and picked up the chalk again, and then used it to draw a horizontal line on the right side of the circle on the table.
The king looked down at the new symbol and furrowed his brow, before asking, And what does that mean?
Tomorrow.
The symbols mentioned in the text: starting from top left and going clockwise: today, market, meat, and tomorrow.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
From Speaker Nausake Usharr, Leader of the Usharros
To Kings of Avkotar Line, Rulers of Dekab
I shall assume that we shall remain on the vigilant defensive. We shall initiate construction on this mighty bridge presently. May the land once more tower above the waters!
OOC: Can you describe what I will get with 2EP/5EP/8EP? I basically want a very sturdy and quite wide bridge. Stone is preferred, but I don't know if there are any good local sources. Also, it should reach beyond the riverbank and end above the floodplain, at least on the Usharron side of the river.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
@Terrance: 8 EP is a lot even for a bridge. I think 2-3 ep is a good starting point and you should spend between that and 5 EP. I haven't decided on an effect yet, but it's most probably good. You can suggest the intent yourself in your orders and then I'll look around to its success. But I assume you can expect a simple increase in income and perhaps a domestic easenment too. It might have some bad side effects though, but I don't know what it could be exactly.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
OOC: OH NOz, YOUR ENVIRONMENTAL FOOTPRINT HAS CAUSED ECOLOGICAL COLLAPSE. YOU ARE NOW LIVING IN A DESERT.
Lambda Ignaceae
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With only 1EP to spend over 100 years, I would like a few examples of what 1EP can buy 
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
It can buy an army. I assume that Terrance's spending on the bridge might be too much for what he's planning to do exactly, but I assumed it would be kind of a greater project as per described in the rules. If it isn't, 1 EP can easily be used instead. Some arbitrary abstractions are fine to assume.
Arrow Gamer
America's Dictator
I'm afraid I'm going to have to drop this. I'm in a lot of NESes, and I would either want to do this fully or not at all, and this is something I just don't want to do in general. Sorry.
North King
blech
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Intriguing. We will take it under consideration.
North King
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Heed this: To slay a man alone is not enough to bring forth the power of his blood. For the sacrifice must be done just so, else the gods shall not receive his blood: they shall not be sated, their wrath not averted. To sully the knife, or cut at the wrong time; these are unforgivable.
- The Book of Blood
The cave lay a long way into the hills. There were others like it, of course, others that stood closer to Evet, or to the other cities on the island. But remoteness was one of the many advantages of this cavern it was far from the eyes of the Conclave, far from the reach of the Divine Heritage. Only a few weeks' journey from the capital, it was, to Evetian eyes, beyond the border of civilization.
None of these things bothered the Pilgrim. He did not care about the hierarchy, or their brutal methods. The worst they could do was kill him. And the end of civilization had come almost as a relief; the whispers of men and women had been impossible to deal with, given the turmoil already wracking his mind. Indeed, the only thing that had bothered him on the journey was the sheer distance he had to walk, feet padding slowly over the twisting rocks and broken gravel. Sometimes he wondered if there was any foot underneath all that callous.
But as the path wound higher, somehow all of that no longer mattered as much. As he ascended into the hills, the wind, though harsher, was less frequent the world was enveloped by sudden stillness from time to time. And though the path felt less traveled under his feet, he was gladder for it, as the sun slept lazily in the afternoon sky, and the air grew so suddenly clear and still that he thought he could see the faraway ocean.
After all that, the cave almost came as a surprise.
It lay in the cleft of a mountain valley, some way up the hillside. When he turned back to the north, he could see the valley extending, and in his imagination he could see over the curve of the world, the city of Evet far below him. The cavern seemed less like a chasm and more like a hiccup in the land, an accident of geology which he might have thought only went two feet deep if he had not known. He peered inside, his hands shaking from exertion, from the air, from... anticipation.
If the world had seemed quiet outside, the moment he leaned into the cave, a profound silence enveloped his head. It was so complete that he felt like he could suddenly hear his heart pulse in his ears. If the Pilgrim had not known better, he might have been afraid. How had humanity's ancestors dared to enter into these holes, let alone use them as refuge from the night? What terror could have been so great as to drive them in here?
The cavern was not completely dark; he could see in the distance, a flickering of sorts, so faint he might have dreamed it. Somewhere within, torches were burning.
The silence grew more and more complete the further he traveled. Every scuff of his foot on the ground seemed like an intrusion, every misplaced rock a violation. He wondered what sort of man this guru was, if his school had no speech no sound at all.
He found the priest inside. The man was old very old crosslegged, and looked to be sleeping, leaned against a cushion on the wall.
Welcome. The Priest was not sleeping.
I have come seeking knowledge.
I know. Suppala's voice was steady, his demeanor calm. Somehow, he already made the Pilgrim feel like a child again.
They cast you out of the temple.
No.
The answer confused him. Did they not send you into the hills?
It was my choice. They did not drive me away. I fled.
Why?
It was for fear of the assassins' knives.
Then they effectively sent you.
It would have been easy to die. Even right, perhaps.
Why did they want to kill you?
Suppala smiled then, oddly, and stretched. For the first time, his eyes open. At last, we come to the true question.
You were a great priest, in your day. Every child knows the story. Why was it so?
It is their mistake, in the end, Suppala looked at the Pilgrim, and chills went down his spine. For in so doing, they have immortalized me. No one would have given a second thought to Suppala if he had died on the altar stone. But since I escaped, every child, as you say, knows my name. And every child will never stop seeking the secret for which they would have killed me?
What is it? The Pilgrim whispered. What is the secret?
Suppala's smile hardened. That is something we would not share so easily. First, you must prove yourself.
- The Book of Blood
The cave lay a long way into the hills. There were others like it, of course, others that stood closer to Evet, or to the other cities on the island. But remoteness was one of the many advantages of this cavern it was far from the eyes of the Conclave, far from the reach of the Divine Heritage. Only a few weeks' journey from the capital, it was, to Evetian eyes, beyond the border of civilization.
None of these things bothered the Pilgrim. He did not care about the hierarchy, or their brutal methods. The worst they could do was kill him. And the end of civilization had come almost as a relief; the whispers of men and women had been impossible to deal with, given the turmoil already wracking his mind. Indeed, the only thing that had bothered him on the journey was the sheer distance he had to walk, feet padding slowly over the twisting rocks and broken gravel. Sometimes he wondered if there was any foot underneath all that callous.
But as the path wound higher, somehow all of that no longer mattered as much. As he ascended into the hills, the wind, though harsher, was less frequent the world was enveloped by sudden stillness from time to time. And though the path felt less traveled under his feet, he was gladder for it, as the sun slept lazily in the afternoon sky, and the air grew so suddenly clear and still that he thought he could see the faraway ocean.
After all that, the cave almost came as a surprise.
It lay in the cleft of a mountain valley, some way up the hillside. When he turned back to the north, he could see the valley extending, and in his imagination he could see over the curve of the world, the city of Evet far below him. The cavern seemed less like a chasm and more like a hiccup in the land, an accident of geology which he might have thought only went two feet deep if he had not known. He peered inside, his hands shaking from exertion, from the air, from... anticipation.
If the world had seemed quiet outside, the moment he leaned into the cave, a profound silence enveloped his head. It was so complete that he felt like he could suddenly hear his heart pulse in his ears. If the Pilgrim had not known better, he might have been afraid. How had humanity's ancestors dared to enter into these holes, let alone use them as refuge from the night? What terror could have been so great as to drive them in here?
The cavern was not completely dark; he could see in the distance, a flickering of sorts, so faint he might have dreamed it. Somewhere within, torches were burning.
The silence grew more and more complete the further he traveled. Every scuff of his foot on the ground seemed like an intrusion, every misplaced rock a violation. He wondered what sort of man this guru was, if his school had no speech no sound at all.
He found the priest inside. The man was old very old crosslegged, and looked to be sleeping, leaned against a cushion on the wall.
Welcome. The Priest was not sleeping.
I have come seeking knowledge.
I know. Suppala's voice was steady, his demeanor calm. Somehow, he already made the Pilgrim feel like a child again.
They cast you out of the temple.
No.
The answer confused him. Did they not send you into the hills?
It was my choice. They did not drive me away. I fled.
Why?
It was for fear of the assassins' knives.
Then they effectively sent you.
It would have been easy to die. Even right, perhaps.
Why did they want to kill you?
Suppala smiled then, oddly, and stretched. For the first time, his eyes open. At last, we come to the true question.
You were a great priest, in your day. Every child knows the story. Why was it so?
It is their mistake, in the end, Suppala looked at the Pilgrim, and chills went down his spine. For in so doing, they have immortalized me. No one would have given a second thought to Suppala if he had died on the altar stone. But since I escaped, every child, as you say, knows my name. And every child will never stop seeking the secret for which they would have killed me?
What is it? The Pilgrim whispered. What is the secret?
Suppala's smile hardened. That is something we would not share so easily. First, you must prove yourself.
bonefang
Emperor
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
@bonefang, you are welcome, but I'm unsure what political entity you are referring to.
bonefang
Emperor
I mean that as a joke, just wanted to replace Arrow Gamer, if he wants to quit
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
OOC. Yes I understood that. But I'm unsure what exactly is going on. Didn't he play a Thlayllian nation?
bonefang
Emperor
omg .. i am so badly mistaken...
/facepalms self.
/facepalms self.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
You are of course still very free to join as what you wish to.
