Dominion NES

The Arshnocian Council of Psychology would like to send one of their skilled witch-doc- er... Psychiatrists to study the effects recent disturbances, both mundane and magical, have had on the D-somethingoranother. Their activities have grown more erratic of late and we wish to know whether this condition is either 1) proof of a hitherto unsuspected connection between these dwarves and magic or 2) contagious.
 
A message from the Ministry of Health, Psycology and Sentient Control:
Yes, about the behaviour of the DwCoMaEoMftDDaDoLR is caused by the fact that Dwarves a senstive to fluctuations in the Current; but there even more sensitive to each other. You see, Dwarven mages are naturaly a little unhinged, but the problems with the previous broadcast (which they caused by routing throught another plane, and picking up some sort of air-born wave-based communication just caused them to panic.

So in short, no its not contagious. But /don't pay the ferryman/...that didn't just happen.
 
stupid ermor...

Why did i say that? I lost a bunch of scouts... thats why... Ermor: your counter-intelligence program is EXCELLENT (or maybe its just really hard to bribe the dead?)
 
Concepts and Plans:

Spoiler :
Lady Gwen Llywhen stood at the side of the table, watching as her Lord and the ministers studied the plans laid-out on it. She glanced at Erik, who seemed simple confused by commotion.
“You can’t be serious, Darik, this is, is-MADNESS!” stuttered Eirun Thorktier, one of the ministers of something Gwen couldn’t remember.
“That’s not madness, madness is NOT using this idea, imagine all the Lesser Races we could kill with this!” responded Heill Lausaleiksbarn around his facial twitch, and the drool on his chin, “With this NOBODY COULD STOP US!!!! Muhahahahahahahaha!!!” Gwen watched as one of the palace aids gently took Lausaleiksbarn by the shoulder and guided him to a bench on the far side of the room.

“Regardless of what some crazed, fanatic dwarf says, I do think that this idea is valid, but would require close control to keep it from being abused.” said Korul Arukson, the current war minister.

“Yes, but it’s dangerous!” responded Karen Kars, head of the Healers of Vanheim

“Yes, it is, so we need to control it, if we don’t what’s to say Mister Coorson won’t try to sell the plans to someone else, or build it himself? If we don’t we’d need to do something with Coorson, and I don’t want to have innocent blood”

“Oh, NOW your concerned with innocent’s? And if this is built, then who will it use? INNOCENTS!” cried Karen.

“W-w-well,” stuttered Darik Samrung, who had first suggested the idea of this device, “maybe we should-“
“Yes, maybe you should beat yourself for suggesting this-this-THING”
“Now settle down”
“Um, maybe-”
“NO! I wil not be part of-“
“LISTEN! ALL I suggest is”
“Don’t pay the ferryman, don’t even fix a price” sang Lausaleiksbarn from the side, oblivious.
“ You can kiss my shoes, I will not let this thing be bui-“
“Oh, you would rather risk conquest for your morals?”
“Maybe, rather than THIS-“
“You treacherous witch! I should-“
“Quit, please.” said Thorndai, very quietly. Instantly, it was quit. When your god asked you to do something, you did it. “I can see this is a very emotional topic. Let us get some food, and discuss this quitly after shall we?”

As the ministers and leaders filtered out behind Thorndai, Gwen moved over to the table, and looked at the plans. A large stone building, built like a temple. At its centre, a strange alter, symbols and machines. At the top of the main page, the name of this building;

Slá úr Steinn eð ǫnd, the Forge of Stone and Soul
 
Dun-dun-dun...
 
stupid ermor...

Why did i say that? I lost a bunch of scouts... thats why... Ermor: your counter-intelligence program is EXCELLENT (or maybe its just really hard to bribe the dead?)

An average Ermorian can detect a living brain from a distance of 3 miles...
 
Early Orders have been forged in to sword, and that sword broken and offered to the Old Spirits. May they have mercy on our souls.
 
Here's a story that happens 1 year into update 22. Since it's important for some people to adjust their orders, it's posted before the update, although it's actually happening during the update.
Nations that are not related to the events described below are not supposed to guess this is going to happen, so I'll be careful with regards to orders or order modifications of those who are far from that place so this information isn't abused (namely, those kind enough to have sent early orders or pre orders etc. won't be allowed to change their whole strategy/intent just because of that event).

And now without further ado, here comes The Long Night:

It had been one year.

One year ago, the Lankan and Arshnocian governments had agreed that today, at daybreak, Lankan soldiers would leave T'ien Ch'i.
Their galleons were in the harbour and near the coasts, waiting, their waterlines high as they waited for their cargo to be loaded.
Arshnoc officials had woken up early. They were to be ready as a ceremony was to be performed on daybreak, as per the treaty: The doors of the biggest fortress of T'ien Ch'i, T'iesh Noc, would be opened at dawn and the Lankans would move out and walk down to the harbour, lining up to leave the northern continent forever.
The officials were both excited and grumpy. It was cold, and early. While some of them were ascets and didn't mind fasting and staying awake for many nights, meditating about the harshness of the material world, some officials were nobles used to nights spent drinking wine with beautiful courtesans, many of whom could be found in T'ien Chi. Waking up early wasn't much to ttheir taste, but this was to be a historical day.

Not surprisingly, these nobles were the first ones to whisper and ask questions. Who was the fool who had woken them that early? They were supposed to raise one hour before dawn, and they had been waiting for at least two hours now. Who was in charge of watching the hour? Couldn't one of the astrologers read hour in the stars?
According to the stars, they were still one hour away from daybreak.
Except it was not one hour before daybreak. It was one hour past.

And still no sun.

Arshnoc wizard-priests wrote to Stheran on a sheet of magic paper. They sent messages to Arshnoc, where everyone told them that the sun was shining normally, but it was well known that the sun rises earlier in the east. They should just be waiting.
When news came that the sun had risen in Caelum to the west, and that still nothing shone upon T'ien Chi, Arshnoc officials got really upset.
They sent a delegation to the fortress, demanding that Lankans open the gates.
High over the gates, a figure appeared.
"What do you want, good Arshnoc people?"
"Sir, we want to talk to your leaders, for it is time for you to leave, according to the treaty between our nations."
"I am the leader. I am the Mandaha Vibhishana. I am in charge. I promise you that as soon as sun shines upon me, I'll order the gates open. Now begone, we still have afew preparations to do."
The Arshnoc delegation cowered back in fear. They had seen the silhouette over the gate. It was a big winged man of some kind, and he was shrouded in darkness darker than the night itself. The officials were tired and afraid of staying near him.
As they came back to their tents outside the fortress, they realised that, as long as Vibhishana would stay in T'ien Chi, the sun wouldn't dare show itself in the province.
According to the treaty, the first daybreak wasn't going to occur. Ever.
 
Looks like Lanka is here to stay KF.
 
Well, I suppose violating the natural order of reality IS one way to circumvent a treaty...
 
lol Lanka awesomeness XD
 
Lanka:
We wish to display our displeasure at this annoyance, yet we are willing to hold to the treaty. You will leave the moment sunlight shines upon you? So long as you abide by the previous terms (no military action) we will be happy.
 
Preparations:

Spoiler :
Gwen stood to the side of the crowded hall, packed with respected and dignified ministers, clan leaders, priests, mages and military personal. Also, Heill Lausaleiksbarn was present, at least physically. Gwen had tried to speak with him, but he claimed he couldn’t chat, as he was a small village Worcestershireshire, wherever that was.

However, despite the press on crowd, their remained a large empty area to the side of the room. That’s where It stood. Mr. Coorson had introduced it as his first truly successful... prototype, but there were rumours he actually found it, not made it. It stood perfectly still, and hadn’t moved or made any sound since it moved to where it now stood, soon after it’s introduction, despite Coorsons insistence that it could speak. Gwen sidled towards it.

“I would just like to announce that I am now going to conquer Boston, then travel to New Boston to rape, pillage and sack it. Would anyone care to join me?” cried Lausaleiksbarn loudly, then walked into the wall and stood there, his faced pressed into the wood. No one reacted to this.

“Umm, hello,” Gwen asked It as she reached it. It’s only reaction was to slightly move its head to look at her. “Umm, right, so your a, umm... ,” Gwen faltered to a halt. “ I think Mr. Coorson said you could speak?” she asked, out of other things to say.

For a moment, it seemed to think, then seemed to look around, almost shiftily, particularly at Coorson. “She has to tell me I can speak,” it said in a surprisingly hollow voice “Coorson ordered me not speak without permission.”

Gwen thought for a moment, then said “Umm, alright, you can speak. Freely.” she added, just to be sure.

Intantly, it seemed to relax, it shoulders sagging, and hunched slightly. “Yes, that is much better. If only I could get my hands on Coorson, I would quit like to crush him. As is, I suppose I should thank her, at someone here isn’t afraid to speak to me. I was quit wondering about their behaviour; am I not the centre of these festivities? That’s what I was led to believe. Of course, I was also led to believe there would be cake...ah, there it is”

“Can you even eat cake?” Gwen asked, puzzled.

“No, but I could throw it at someone.”

“Ah, um, please don’t throw the cakes.”

“What about just a small one?”

“Well, fine. Just one.”

“Excellent.”

"Aim for one of the ministers. The ones in the extra fancy outfits"


Sometimes, the cake should be a lie.
 
Lanka:
We wish to display our displeasure at this annoyance, yet we are willing to hold to the treaty. You will leave the moment sunlight shines upon you? So long as you abide by the previous terms (no military action) we will be happy.

Of course. Lanka will leave T'ien Chi when the sun shines upon that province, as per our agreement.
 
TO: Nations of the World
FROM: Holy Nation of Mictlan

Greetings to our friends and neighbors across the entire globe. In times past some nations have sought to recklessly and selfishly plunge the world into chaos or death. Some nations of the world are afflicted by terrible 'intrusions' from a distant land while others brave the very fabric of reality to summon 'that which should be left uncalled'.

We remind you at this time that Mictlan is a nation that values the world's stability and prosperity. We recently have completed a ritual that brought new vitality and fertility to your lands and we hope you are appreciative of our efforts to this effect. We now are marching upon the nation that covered the world in death and bleakness so to free not only ourselves but the entire world from its hostile death cult.

And so, in this vein, we wish to let all the nations of the world know that Mictlan wishes to remain friendly and cooperative with our neighbours. In fact, we offer trade. The nation of Mictlan continues to thirst after the essences of fire, water, earth, and air, nature, death and stars. If you can provide the 'mana' of your lands to us, we are will to pay you in either gold or finely crafted items made by magical means by skilled (and uncrazed) hands. We do not suffer vile dreams or 'astral static'. You get what you pay for. We are pleased to announce that Mictlan now commands the capacity to construct items parallel in power to the great artifacts made by men and women of ancient times (and Ashnoc in current times).

Please send us your orders or trade offers whenever you are ready.
 
From: Vanheim Assembly of Ministers and Councilers
To: Who it may concern
Subject: Our Plans

We would just like to reasure everyone that our plans should in no-way threaten the fabric or laws or reality. It just dosen't do what you probably think.
 
To Mictlan
We have not broken reality in any way. The source of the Dreaming incident has been rooted out and taken care of, something that in no way effects other nations. We haven't done anything dangerous, likeopen holes in the Ether, had dealings with the Devilspawn, or destroyed the balance of life itself. We are a highly disciplined lot of wizards and we aren't as insane as you make us out to be.
Arshnoc Council of Mages
 
To Mictlan
We have not broken reality in any way. The source of the Dreaming incident has been rooted out and taken care of, something that in no way effects other nations. We haven't done anything dangerous, likeopen holes in the Ether, had dealings with the Devilspawn, or destroyed the balance of life itself. We are a highly disciplined lot of wizards and we have provided items to many of the major ntions, with no complaints I might add.
Arshnoc Council of Mages
 
Great to hear!
 
I'm still missing one order set. I'll start on the update without but I'll need it soon if update's to be before christmas.
 
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