ASNES- Not going to end this time!

[Grombar]

To: Anjawa and Kan
From: Fendiar

We would like to begin trading with your tribes, we have surplus agricultural goods but could use more wood, fish/seafood, ect.

 

[Grombar]

Word has spread from the local tribes along our western front of a large tribe known as the Rajai. They are a warlike people and have been killing and enslaving everyone they encounter. Stories of their numbers and brutality are staggering; it is a grave concern for the council of elders. The wise-ones have thus been charged with coming up with a method to protect the settlements from this horde.

At first the wise-ones thought to pile stones up around the villages. This seemed a good idea since it would put a barrier between the village and the enemy. When they tested it out with our own troops though it failed completely. The stones where easily pushed down since nothing held them together, that and the fact that only so many stones could be gathered and a very large number was needed for each village. The next idea they came up with was to dig large pits and put woven grass over them so that the enemy would fall in and be stuck or knocked unconscious. Again this was a good idea but whenever any neighbors came around, or if anyone was wandering around at night they happened more often than not to find these pits and get stuck in them themselves. Finally they came up with a plan that seemed perfect. They cut down trees, stripped them of their branches and sharpened them on either end. One end was a blunt point and was driven into the ground; the other end was sharper to that it could impale anyone trying to climb over it. These where then placed in a ring around each of the settlements. They where placed in the ground close together and than tied to each other with lengths of dried and woven grasses. They left an opening in the ring to let people in and out but otherwise this encompassed the entire settlement.

 

[Tyrion]

OOC: None taken Das. Nice story as always.
Give me a little bit to pick a new civ... few things going on in my life at the moment, school tis busy.

 

[Amon Savag]

You've got till tomarrow!Pick fast!

 

[Tyrion]

Ok i'll take the Purpley one

 

[Amon Savag]

Ok! Update is to be tonight! I need a couple more sets of orders!

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Thine orders wilt arriveth soon.

 

[Amon Savag]

Too few orders to update with. Update will be posted tomarrow.

To:Fendiar
From:Kan

Sho dat, with the trade ass-greement.

 

[Grombar]

Orders away!

 

[Amon Savag]

Sweet... What sucks, however, is that I have to make a trip out of town right........ now. So once again I must stinking put off the update and apologise to the NESers.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

S'okay, you're still a faster updater than... anyone else at the moment.

 

[Tyrion]

Brief Orders:
Expand west.
Start bringing the people together into communities which will all have a group of elders who will teach the wonders of the Great Tapestry of Creation to the youngin's!

OOC: Story next time.

 

[Amon Savag]

We'll be updated tomarrow.

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Awesome !

 

[Grombar]

Very nice to hear!

 

[Amon Savag]

Crap. My ol' lady had the computer for too long and now I've gotta go to sleep so that I'll be able to take up. Blame her, just like we can blame eve for our suffering.

 

[Amon Savag]

Bonus "at uh boys" for anyone who writes a story about how my ol' lady is evil

 

[Abaddon]

Amon Savag was a nice boy, but his ol lady hogged the computer. Abaddon was sad to have to go to sleep without a new update to read.

The End.

 

[Abaddon]

Amon Savag's ol' lady was the name he used for his rifle. Amon used the rifle in the Boer to kill innocent orphans. Some say whoever uses the gun will be cursed until the day they die.


The End

 

[Tyrion]

The ol'Lady Approached, the children quivered in anticipation of her wicked hoggness. It was said she could hog something for days on end, if not weeks and while none of the children truly understood what happened to you when you were hogged they knew it had to be bad, it sounded bad right?

Thud, Thud, Thud. Came her footsteps. Dust fell from the roof with each footfall. The Door creaked open and the slender silhouete of ol'Lady blocked the light from outside.

The Children Screamed.