JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Icmancin said:
Yeah... I was wondering if I missed something when I played the game.
But there are gnomes in Baldur's gate, so someone should create a Jan Jansen!
ChipNES03: The Rise of Mana
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Yeah... I was wondering if I missed something when I played the game.
But there are gnomes in Baldur's gate, so someone should create a Jan Jansen!
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Deadline is Wednesday 
Get those orders in
Get those orders in
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Thought orders were due today... oh well, no loss
TheBladeRoden
Deity
arg! I don't know what to do!
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
Since I said I was joining soon I would like like you to explain something:
Can I pick a mixture of colours? I will be picking mainly Black/Red with some elements of other ones but mainly Black/Red. Am I aloud to create some colour like Brown/Dark Orange that is a mixture of these?
(BtW, I play Magic: The Gathering and have a pure Flying Blue deck. I want something... more Chaotic this time around
)
Rules said:
Can I pick a mixture of colours? I will be picking mainly Black/Red with some elements of other ones but mainly Black/Red. Am I aloud to create some colour like Brown/Dark Orange that is a mixture of these?
(BtW, I play Magic: The Gathering and have a pure Flying Blue deck. I want something... more Chaotic this time around
)
LittleBoots
The Bloody Banner
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I believe he has said you can pick one now and add another later, but they don't have to adhere specifically to the Magic descriptions. I have black magick, but my people aren't exactly like the description, they are far more evil and mindless.
So, basically, you can mix the two, but not officially until you are more established. Of course, if I'm wrong, Swiss can flog me.
So, basically, you can mix the two, but not officially until you are more established. Of course, if I'm wrong, Swiss can flog me.
Wubba360
Emperor
well if say you are green and then move towards the mountains or conquer a red nation, you can adopt some customs, such as their magic
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Ic, since you play magic, this will be easy to explain. Later in the game you can Mult-color like how there are "gold" creatures in magic. But for now you must pick a color. But you can customize your civilization, it just must have at least one of the qualites listed or something in the nature. Do what you want to do, i'll tell you when you begin getting out of character
Wubba360
Emperor
chip how many orders have you gotten, and when would you expect an update to arise, a day or two or over the weekend?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Orders in around 3 hours 
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Orders shortly
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Orders now.
The Strategos
Thanatos
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There are many symbols in our religion, windows to a higher reality. Take, for instance, the sun. There are those who say we worship the sun. And perhaps some do. But in our rites, in our worship, it is not the sun we are really worshiping. Take, for example, a man, separated by some distance from his lover. He kisses his palm, and then in a flowing gesture, his hand flies out, his lips giving a short puff, blowing his warm breath into the air in front of him. Tell me, did that man kiss his hand, or in that moment, was he doing more. It is my belief, that in the act, both the man and his lover knew very well that the man was not kissing his palm, he was, in a very real way, kissing her.
And so it is with our worship of the sun. For we do not worship the sun, but the reality behind the symbol of the sun. We worship, not the yellow circle that races across the sky, but Light itself. And yet even here I can only speak in an army of metaphors. For it is not light that we worship, that which brightens the earth, that which allows us to see, but Light. There is a deep, connection, however, between light and Light, a blurring of the lines, where one dwells in the other so that it is not merely symbolic relationship, but symbiotic. Sol transcends the sun, and yet the sun acts as a funnel, whereby we start at the narrow end, in our confining universe, and yet, in a moment, look around and see the wide spaces behind it.
A child, I am convinced, is wiser in this, as in many other things, than we are. Oftentimes I see a child afraid of the dark. I have yet, in my many travels, however, seen a child who is afraid of the light. In her innocence, she is much wiser than us, who spend our lives attempting to learn what she knows by nature. Ah, but I am a fool, a prattling tongue who speaks of things he does not know of.
South is another such symbol. It seems obvious to us that the south represents warmth and happiness, plenty and contentment. It is in the south that the sun shines the warmest, causing all manner of growing things to spread out, lifting themselves up to the sky, their leaves upraised in worship to the one who gives them life.
And so, when we heard of a great southern land, we all knew what it would be like, rolling greenery populated by friendly natives, who, if they were not already worshippers of Sol, are only not because of ignorance. They would greet our Lightbearers as a man, lost in a parched desert would greet one who knew were an oasis lay. And so we set sail for this southern shore, not even waiting for a fleet to be built to accompany us (as if we were in any danger from them). Instead, we borrowed some trading vessels, and with the aid of a brave and fearless crew, set sail.
By Sols Everlasting Light and my oath as a Solarian, I was there, one who saw the lands with my own eyes, who touched its ground, and talked to its natives. My account is trustworthy. The land is not, as some would have you believe, inhabited by monsters. Its people are not giant cats, the size of a house, with wings and the face of a man. Instead, it is inhabited by a race called Hughmons. Hughmons are similar to us in basic structure. However, they are shorter, and fatter than us, and their ears are deformed, as if someone cut off the upper half. Some also grow fur, especially on their faces. They worship a being called Finks. This Finks demands continual amusement of the vilest sort. To amuse this tyrant, some of the people practice lies and deceit, making people think there are things there that arent really there. Those who do this well and deceive many are praised by all and please Finks greatly.
I myself saw this with my own eyes. One of the hughmons made a golden ball, the size of my fist. I, naturally, not realizing what he had done, was impressed that one could create a golden ball out of nothing. Yet, the hughmon explained to me, the golden ball did not exist, he merely deceived me into thinking it did exist. And sure enough, when I went to touch the ball, I felt nothing, and the ball disappeared, like fog in the afternoons sun. The hughmons all laughed at this, evidently gaining great amusement from their ability to deceive others. I was even told that they had some among them who could deceive others into thinking they were something they were not, Shape-Deceivers they called them. These shape-deceivers could make people believe that they were what they were not. Instead of hughmons, they lied and said they were bears, or snakes, or any manner of beasts, and deceived onlookers into believing it is so as well.
Naturally we were all appalled, that another peoples would take such delight in lies and deceit. Several of the hotheads among us wished to attack them now, and rid this earth of this blight. As centi, however, I felt it was my responsibility, not to die in a glorious, but doomed attack, but to get this information back to the High Priest. He is much wiser than I, and he will know best. For Sol does not rise immediately, but gathers his strength, so that when he does, he may banish the darkness completely.
And so it is with our worship of the sun. For we do not worship the sun, but the reality behind the symbol of the sun. We worship, not the yellow circle that races across the sky, but Light itself. And yet even here I can only speak in an army of metaphors. For it is not light that we worship, that which brightens the earth, that which allows us to see, but Light. There is a deep, connection, however, between light and Light, a blurring of the lines, where one dwells in the other so that it is not merely symbolic relationship, but symbiotic. Sol transcends the sun, and yet the sun acts as a funnel, whereby we start at the narrow end, in our confining universe, and yet, in a moment, look around and see the wide spaces behind it.
A child, I am convinced, is wiser in this, as in many other things, than we are. Oftentimes I see a child afraid of the dark. I have yet, in my many travels, however, seen a child who is afraid of the light. In her innocence, she is much wiser than us, who spend our lives attempting to learn what she knows by nature. Ah, but I am a fool, a prattling tongue who speaks of things he does not know of.
South is another such symbol. It seems obvious to us that the south represents warmth and happiness, plenty and contentment. It is in the south that the sun shines the warmest, causing all manner of growing things to spread out, lifting themselves up to the sky, their leaves upraised in worship to the one who gives them life.
And so, when we heard of a great southern land, we all knew what it would be like, rolling greenery populated by friendly natives, who, if they were not already worshippers of Sol, are only not because of ignorance. They would greet our Lightbearers as a man, lost in a parched desert would greet one who knew were an oasis lay. And so we set sail for this southern shore, not even waiting for a fleet to be built to accompany us (as if we were in any danger from them). Instead, we borrowed some trading vessels, and with the aid of a brave and fearless crew, set sail.
By Sols Everlasting Light and my oath as a Solarian, I was there, one who saw the lands with my own eyes, who touched its ground, and talked to its natives. My account is trustworthy. The land is not, as some would have you believe, inhabited by monsters. Its people are not giant cats, the size of a house, with wings and the face of a man. Instead, it is inhabited by a race called Hughmons. Hughmons are similar to us in basic structure. However, they are shorter, and fatter than us, and their ears are deformed, as if someone cut off the upper half. Some also grow fur, especially on their faces. They worship a being called Finks. This Finks demands continual amusement of the vilest sort. To amuse this tyrant, some of the people practice lies and deceit, making people think there are things there that arent really there. Those who do this well and deceive many are praised by all and please Finks greatly.
I myself saw this with my own eyes. One of the hughmons made a golden ball, the size of my fist. I, naturally, not realizing what he had done, was impressed that one could create a golden ball out of nothing. Yet, the hughmon explained to me, the golden ball did not exist, he merely deceived me into thinking it did exist. And sure enough, when I went to touch the ball, I felt nothing, and the ball disappeared, like fog in the afternoons sun. The hughmons all laughed at this, evidently gaining great amusement from their ability to deceive others. I was even told that they had some among them who could deceive others into thinking they were something they were not, Shape-Deceivers they called them. These shape-deceivers could make people believe that they were what they were not. Instead of hughmons, they lied and said they were bears, or snakes, or any manner of beasts, and deceived onlookers into believing it is so as well.
Naturally we were all appalled, that another peoples would take such delight in lies and deceit. Several of the hotheads among us wished to attack them now, and rid this earth of this blight. As centi, however, I felt it was my responsibility, not to die in a glorious, but doomed attack, but to get this information back to the High Priest. He is much wiser than I, and he will know best. For Sol does not rise immediately, but gathers his strength, so that when he does, he may banish the darkness completely.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
A short journal extract while we wait for the update. (wasn't the deadline yesterday?)
It's now eighty years since I chose Black magic at my apprenticeship, and every year has been a good one. While there has been some suspicion, I have proved myself powerful to all and sundry in the places I traveled, and I have generally been accepted, if only because no-one wanted me as their foe. Black mana, and the things it carries with it, still seem to share the most with all other colors, being forthright about its intentions. Like a Blue mage, I can control a great many small things and people, either through force of magic or by telling them what they wish to hear, and I am happy to tie up my advancement to the acquistion of knowledge. Like a White mage, I will not be swayed by the petty whining of opposed individuals who object on a highly personal basis. (White mages and lords can be annoying hypocrites on this - they pretend to be moral and care about the little fellow, then they trample over him because they are convinced that their cause is right, ignoring casualties in the name of their own view of Truth.) Then, like a Green mage, I respect the fact that the strong rule, de facto, in most situations, and it is better to be strong than to try to upset a world-wide system. Also, I see that death need not be the end of things. Finally, 'most every Red mage would agree that it is only honest to admit that I live more than a little for my own pleasure, and I would see my own goals advanced, although they tend to be rather short-sighted on this. If something is too obstructive to me, I will attempt to remove it from my path - actually, mages of every stripe do this, but White ones have that hypocritical tendency to say "in the name of justice". Whose justice? Their own? Be honest and say "Because I desire to see it done".
It's now eighty years since I chose Black magic at my apprenticeship, and every year has been a good one. While there has been some suspicion, I have proved myself powerful to all and sundry in the places I traveled, and I have generally been accepted, if only because no-one wanted me as their foe. Black mana, and the things it carries with it, still seem to share the most with all other colors, being forthright about its intentions. Like a Blue mage, I can control a great many small things and people, either through force of magic or by telling them what they wish to hear, and I am happy to tie up my advancement to the acquistion of knowledge. Like a White mage, I will not be swayed by the petty whining of opposed individuals who object on a highly personal basis. (White mages and lords can be annoying hypocrites on this - they pretend to be moral and care about the little fellow, then they trample over him because they are convinced that their cause is right, ignoring casualties in the name of their own view of Truth.) Then, like a Green mage, I respect the fact that the strong rule, de facto, in most situations, and it is better to be strong than to try to upset a world-wide system. Also, I see that death need not be the end of things. Finally, 'most every Red mage would agree that it is only honest to admit that I live more than a little for my own pleasure, and I would see my own goals advanced, although they tend to be rather short-sighted on this. If something is too obstructive to me, I will attempt to remove it from my path - actually, mages of every stripe do this, but White ones have that hypocritical tendency to say "in the name of justice". Whose justice? Their own? Be honest and say "Because I desire to see it done".
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Expect the update friday or Saturday
Good Stories. Especially about the Hughmons and the Finks
Good Stories. Especially about the Hughmons and the Finks
Kozmos
Jew Detective
You sir Mr. Black Mage if you are interested we are offering you employment based on your extensive knowledge of dark magics. The job is working on our latest project the Soul Vortex.
PO BOX: 667665
PO BOX: 667665
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
Qai Pada[1]
The boy danced in and out of the crowd, weaving and dodging his way through the large groupings. He has long blond hair and possesses blazing emerald eyes that seem to be lit with a primordial fire. His hair was tied behind his neck with a simple white metal clip. He wore a simple green tunic- nothing special or glamorous compared to the great lords.
The city of Elmad thrived and pulsed around the boy, as if one gigantic living oragnism. In a way, the city was. Elmad- "Aer Narv", "the Living City"- was reknown for its unique structure- that the city was actually built upon a gigantic tree that knew no age. Guesses had concluded that the Tree
had been cultivated countless centuries ago by the first settlers. The Tree at that time was large enough for a small band to make their homes in, and over time they successfully used the gifts of Edoria to make it the single largest tree in the known world. The trunk was wide enough to fit an entire city in while it stretched to brush the lower sky. Huge, thick branches wove their way in countless patterns and were wide enough to be considered an avenue in Ath'ane. Homes were constructed along the branches and in a circular pattern around the trunk.
Right now the branches were crowded with countless celebrators and they rung in Qai Pada. The thick branches were swollen with crowds as young, julbieant citizens danced within the roads. Elder citizens stayed on the frindges of the roads and beat the rythmn out for the crowds. Some played on slightly obtuse flutes, bringing forth a furious rythmn to the high branches. Other sat on the ground, legs crossed and drums cradled in their laps. They struck a primordial beat on the taunt leather skin. The entire tree seemed to pulse with the beats shaken upon it. Jugs of the finest Elf wine were loaded on numerous tables that were laid out all around the city.
The boy, a slightly drunken smile plastered onto his face, finally made it to his spot. Two other young males had gathered with the boy along with two young females and we lumped off to the side, awaiting the signal. All were giggling with an doppy look upon their faces. The drums seemed to pick up their rythmn even more, if possible. The flutes flared as the dancers flung theirselves across the bark, treading paths onto the wood. Finally, as if in a moment of serene irony, all music, dancing, talking, and drinking ceased and all heads swirvel to the treetrunk. The five shifted nerviously where they stood, eyes glued to the canopy.
A sudden scream broke out through the tree as a white light flared up overhead. It was intense, sudden, and blinding to the naked sight. The light only lasted for a few seconds before disappeared. Another series of screams echoed through the tree as a figures could be seen making their way down a set of stairs that ran around the treetrunk. They were dressed in deep green robes, hoods and shadows covering their faces. They moved with a slow gait, hands clutched together. Eventually the group made their way down from the High Council on top of the tree to one of the lower branches where the five stood.
Not a single sound echoed from the entire tree as everyone held their breath. From the blue-clothed group one immerged from the middle and walked up to the five. He gazed at the five, inspecting them with his single eye. After what seemed forever, the robed male stopped in front of the young boy in the middle. He pointed a crooked finger out and another flash of light blinded the tree. And once the light cleared, the blue-clothed males and the young boy had disappered.
[1]"Qai Pada"- Roughly "the Third Celebration". The number "3" is extremely important to the Elorians. There are three main cities, there are three types of cities, a council of three lead the cities, there are three rivers, etc. Basically Qai Pada is a celebration of Elmad and its own unique culture within Ath'ane. Kau Pada ('the Second Celebration") is celebrated within Riet while Qau Pada is celebrated within the city of Ath'ane.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
hows the update coming swiss?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I really shouldn't join, me being in boot camp and all. Still, it's a fresh start random MAGIC NES! It's like Christmas come early! 
Anyway, I want Swiss to approve my race first.
Anyway, I want Swiss to approve my race first.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
If you vant me to approve of it, you should probablyz pmz it 2 me.
Moderator Chip ducked through the NESing paprazzi. The questions came at him like a barrage of bullets.
"Are you updateing?"
"When will the update be"
"Can we get your opinion on the Marriage of Mario and Mrs. Pacman?"
"Yes, No Comment, and I think if two icons love each other enough, they should be able to marry!"
Moderator Chip ducked through the NESing paprazzi. The questions came at him like a barrage of bullets.
"Are you updateing?"
"When will the update be"
"Can we get your opinion on the Marriage of Mario and Mrs. Pacman?"
"Yes, No Comment, and I think if two icons love each other enough, they should be able to marry!"
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