Dominion NES

From Shinuyama to Mictlan:

We can agree to a truce with your nation.
We will not seek to recover our lost lands, but any of your followers found in our lands will be considered as invading soldiers and put to death.
Your merchants aren't welcome in our lands, and ships shall remain out of our ports unless in case of dire emergency like storms. Even then, all sailors will have to remain on-board and captains will only be allowed in the harbour accompanied by two port officers should they need to buy food or water for instance.
 
Yeah, and Herra Þorndá Hið Móðr isn't an Emperor.
 
Happenings
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Ural
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The man stood on the hill overlooking a golden city. In one hand was a sword of many colors, in the other was a shield of utter blackness. He raised the sword above his head and cried out a single word ripe in power. An eldritch wind picked up around him and his cloak flapped behind him, leaving strange patterns in the air. A prismatic bolt struck the sky above the city and within moments a strange storm appeared, a twisting turning cyclone which hurt to even look at. Chaotic lights shone from it, fighting each other for supremacy. The man lowered his sword until it was pointing straight at the city and spoke another word. The storm spun faster and faster, concentrating itself until a thin cylinder of lights floated above the city, blinding, maddening lights. The man dropped the sword and the cylinder fell with it, striking the city silently. A few timeless seconds later a dome appeared in the city where the cylinder had fallen, rapidly spreading and destroying everything that touched it. In under a minute the city was gone, only a large crater remaining. The man picked up his sword and walked away.

Kathnesjac woke in his Ural bedroom; memories of the dream fresh on his mind. His dreams were getting more and more frequent lately, dreams that foretold defeat of Arshnoc, Shinuyama, Mictlan, and others if one course or another was followed. He has tried to use the dreams, learn which actions would lead to victory, but they refused to be controlled. He went to a washbasin and wiped his face. That man was important, the fact that he was wielding that sword proved it if the destroying a city wasn’t enough. He would have to find that man; he would almost certainly be useful.

Manchuria
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Naranbaatar stood up swiftly when he saw the approaching Riders. Barely fifteen and the Riders were coming for him? Something was wrong. “Hail Stheran!” he called out to the Riders, but they seemed to ignore his call. They stopped only a dozen feet away from him and one pulled out a scroll. He kept his distance while they talked, not sure what to make of this, but he overheard the occasional mention of someone named Mèng​huàn-rén​​. After several minutes of heated debate one of them approached him and bowed. “Your name is Naranbaatar, correct?”

Naran bowed in return “Yes, but I don’t und-”

“No time to explain now. Someone who matches your description has been identified in Shū​shu​ Chèn. You are to come with us” The man pulled forward one of the extra horses. “Mount and let’s leave. Your family will be informed as to what happened and will be suitably compensated.”

Naran was to confused to argue and he mounted the proffered horse, the only thing he was carrying was a battle-scarred sword his grandfather had wielded.

Arshnoc
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Jan sent out the call for the council to assemble, and thought back to all those years ago when this had last happened. The Wizard-Priests of Arshnoc stood in the courtyard, their numbers were many times larger than those years long past, and quietly whispered to each other, none fully understanding why they were here.

“Men!” Jan called out to the council, “Women!” he nodded to the trio of wizardesses in a corner of the courtyard, “Indeterminate!” he nodded to a lone wizard who wore heavy robes.”We are moving out tonight. In the interest of secrecy I am unable to disclose even to you, for in these dark days we must suspect everyone, our destination. You have a single day to gather whatever belongings you feel are necessary before we leave.”

Dark Woods
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Shi Chun stalked through the woods, bow in hand. He spun at the sound of a broken twig and let fly an arrow, striking an approaching in the breast. The deer started to bound away, bleeding heavily, but before it could escape Shi fired again, this time hitting the its neck. The deer stumbled a few more meters before collapsing. Shi approached, knife in hand. Dinner was going to be good tonight.

Tien Ch’i/Man Ch’i border
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Demi ran through the woods, hearing the baying hounds getting closer every minute. She’d been on the run from the slavers for almost a week now. Her friends have been picked off one after another, until there was only her left. Her mother, the nymph Isidora, was killed trying to save her. The Brothers have been useless, unable to protect their subjects from the demon worshipers. The shouting behind her got louder, she was losing. It was a matter of minutes before they would catch her. She spent the rest of her energy in a brief sprint, but stumbled on a root.

As she fell forward she heard a hound leap at her and she closed her eyes, expecting the worst. There was a meaty thud and the howl of triumph suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes quickly and saw a pair of men with swords drawn, one sword prismatic, the other blood-red, standing between her and a dozen slavers, along with their bloodhounds. “Wh-who are you?” she stuttered, inching back from the battle. The two men ignored her, concentrating on the battle in front of them. One of newcomers was surrounded with dancing lights that came from the sword. They cut down slaver after slaver until only three were left. One of them, some kind of priest, raised a hand to the heavens and plunged a dagger into his chest, speaking terrible words. The prismatic man raised a hand to the sky and a lightning bolt rushed down, killing the priest before he could finish his ritual. The remaining two slavers ran away as fast as they could, but the other man waved a hand and they collapsed soundlessly. The colors soon faded to nothingness and the men sheathed their swords. “Hah, that wasn’t much of a challenge! I should’ve let that priest finish his little spell.” The other seemed less than confident that that would have been a good idea “Hmph. Let see, I got six, you got six, and there were thirteen… Wait”

The two men turned and looked at her; the one with the prismatic sword said “She’s a scrawny one isn’t she? Not a warrior, maybe a ma…” his voice trailed off “Oh”. The three of them looked at each other uncomfortably for a moment. The one with the red sword took the initiative and bowed “Um… My name is Lu T’ung Pin, Wizard of the Sudden Wind and Commander of the First Airborne. Our motto; Kiai O Ka Lewa. My imprudent comrade here is known as Stheran, some kind of god in these parts.” He grinned “How may we serve you?” Demi sat in shocked silence for several minutes.

Seul

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“Hm, these might be enough. I’ll get to work immediately” Kyung San had said over a month ago. A long month of nonstop work and constant risk of exposure to the deadly plague, but eventually she had achieved what no one else had; a cure to the plague which ravaged his country. After two weeks she realized that the plague was magical in nature and that led to her epiphany, all the cures that were tried so far were purely herbal, magic was needed to cure it. She had been forced to use all twenty of the assorted magical gems that Yong had stolen for her, but it was worth every single one. She lifted up the case which held the potions; she would have to get this to the priests as fast as she could. Every minute she wasted was another person infected, another family left in grief. Her brother would be avenged.

Yay random name generators!
 
“Men!” Jan called out to the council, “Women!” he nodded to the trio of wizardesses in a corner of the courtyard, “Indeterminate!” he nodded to a lone wizard who wore heavy robes.”We are moving out tonight

nice touch- i'm still laughing as i type this. Thats priceless.
 
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thanks
oOoh, flag. Looks germanic for some reason. Maybe Hell's Angels
If my @(*% scanner starts working I'll actually upload mine!
 
isn't that your flag? 5th bomber? Thats your motto isn't it?
 
How'd you know that? :shifty:
its the motto of Pin, not my nation
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Hah! Got it! Finally!
 
I wikipedia EVERYTHING that i don't recognize if i can. That way i can pretend to not be as ignorant as i really am. :)
 
it looks like a red X Kyzarc :p
 
In the middle of the field sat a huge trebuchet, the likes of which had never been seen before. As the crowd watched, the Orders were guided into the sling.
The High Priest, regal in his robes and hat, spook loudly to the Orders.
“You have beem chosen to carry our orders to the Great MOD. Go for redemption for your crimes!”
He stood bck, then looked to the Exequitoner that would pull the leaver.
“GET YE INTO THE FIREY ORB WITH THEE!”
And he was.
 
sent orders, sorry bot delay... haven't slept in 30 hours... <thud>
 
Players will be receiving detailed stats by e-mail.
Next orders expected for Tuesday 8.
Next update should be the 13.


UPDATE TWENTY
Twin battles

The temples of Mictlan are red. Blood keeps spilling from the altars, where priests and wizards tear chests open, rip ribs and extract throbbing hearts for the glory of the Mantis. Hundreds of slaves have been sacrificed, and many people whisper that their souls have been sold to demons in exchange for their help in the material realm. Most Mictlanese are quite happy with it, though. Their atlantean priests have convinced them that the fiends are certainly better to have on their side than on their enemies, and they'll help protect Mictlan from the horrors that lurk beneath the seas, ,those that lurk beyond the stars, and those that await behind the borders.
Although native Mictlanese consider it an honor to be sacrificed in order to join the goddess, those Kitajima inhabitants who got their sister or aunt abducted by Mictlanese priests tend to resent it a bit, and many secretly pray for the return of Shizen so they can be freed of the bloody invaders.
In Tir na n'Og, a fihserman caught a huge fish in a lake. When his wife opened up the fish, she found that it had eaten heaps of gold. This lucky sailor gave half of his newfound wealth to the chruch to thank the Mantis for her generosity.
In Man, terrible diseases spread among an already dwindling population.

In Agartha, Jotunheim giants found an old marble statue and brought it back to life. Priests in Polgard found an old covent in which an order of knights used to live, who fought monsters and chased them. The giants have cleaned up the covent and made it a place of pilgrimage.

In Ural, Arshnoc citizens tear down the walls of their forts, preferring to use the stones to enlarge their granaries and groceries.
In Baikal, lake spirits blessed their waters and this increased the prosperity of the Arshnoc province.
In T'ien Ch'i, Arshnoc activists stirred unrest. While Lanka priests preached and converted people, a few Arshnoc worshippers killed some Lankan wizards, preparing way for an invasion of the province.
Alchemists all over the world sensed a disturbance in the ether. They still try to figure out what exactly happen, but they all saw their vitriol suddenly turn counter clockwise on their beds of quicksilver, and this certainly means something. Some of them locate the origin of the phenomenon in Arshnoc, but they are unable to explain why «it» happened there rather than elsewhere. The famous sage Dain of Pythium commented the matter by saying that all alchemists are loonies, and for once, almost everybody agreed with him. Some evil tongues pretend that being right for once in his life was what caused him to suffer from a heart attack. Priests of Celes had to bath him in the sacred river to keep him alive.
In Dacia, Pythium wizards complained that there has been some kind of low ebb in the magic tides that wash over the world over time. This has caused their magic research to be hindered, and spell casting has been terribly difficult for a few years.

In Marignon, Abysia soldiers patrol day and night. They arrest troublemakers and make good work of bringing order to the province.
In T'ien Ch'i's southern jungles, a few donkey-headed rakshasas rallied Lanka army. These demons had been imprisoned in southern T'ien Ch'i for centuries, held in an old crypt. They managed to break free as they sensed friendly presences in the province.

In the Ermor province of Slavia, ravens have immigrated from neighbouring provinces, bringing in gems of magic in their beaks.

Meanwhile, Arshnoc armies assembled in Man Ch'i, from where they attacked Caelum and T'ien Ch'i.
Arshnoc armies rushed to enter Caleum, as the first forts were being breached by Lankans. Arshnoc soldiers fled their mountain forts to retreat northwards, hoping to join with their big liberation army. However, Abysian and Lankans managed to catch some of them before they joined their northern allies.
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Lankan elephants walk over itgers and porcelain soldiers

From the north came a huge Arshnocian army. A few abysians managed to hide inside the enemies line and some of them tried to kill Arshnoc leaders, but there were too many of them for these attempts to deal serious damage to the northern army. On of the abysian assassins did manage to bring back news of the army and its size to his generals, and abysians and lankans met to try to find a way to counter the Arshnocians. The northern army was huge. It was made mostly of tigers and lions to which the southerners were accustomed, but there were also porcelain soldiers and big celestial soldiers with a horse head and magic weapons. The numbers were also impressive. Abysians and Lankans realised that a confrontation in the southern plains would be catastrophic, as Arshnoc would easily surround them and crush them with their superior numbers. Therefore, the generals decided to try to catch Arshnoc in the mountains, where the peaks would limit their ability to field a large army.
Abysians therefore walked forward, trying to hold a central narrow valley, while lankans set up their troops in another valley in case Arshnoc would try to go that way. Unfortunately for them, be it through spying or other means, Arshnoc armies learnt of their plans and decided to send their whole might against lankans, avoiding meeting abysians on an unfavourable ground.
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Arshnoc mighty archers shoot lightning bolts at the apes while paralysed elephants are cut to pieces by tigers, celestial and porcelain soldiers.

Despite fighting to the death, the apes were unable to hold Arshnoc troops, and only a pair of rakshasas managed to flee the battlefield to go warn Abysia that the enemy had taken the second valley and prepared to flank them, attacking from both north and south. Abysians quickly reacted and left their prepared position, preferring to fight in the open than be trapped in the mountain pass with enemies on both sides.
Abysians rushed to flee the pass and regrouped at the foot of the mountains, in a wide valley where Arshnoc armies joined from both passes.
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Stheran and his wizards cast spells at the abysian humanbreds, instilling terror in their hearts, while the army charges outnumbered abysians.

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The abysian right wing is routed but the heavy infantry on the left and the fire elementals keep fighting.


In T'ien Ch'i, Arshnoc armies attacked Lankans too, but Lankans were better organised and fielded an army of apes and slaves led by their wizards to repel the northerners. Arshnoc sent flying serpents and animated trees against Lankans, with their archers, infantry and wizards providing support.
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Amphipteres fly upon Lankan apes while rakshasas summon imps and reanimate skeletons.

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Lankan wizards managed to magically control the biggest treant animated by Arshnoc, and under a rain of arrows, Arshnoc soldiers backed by earth elementals fight rakshasas and apes.

The fight turned out very badly for Arshnoc.Early in the battle, a volley of arrows shot by Lankan longbowapes killed Kyzarc. Their amphipteres delayed the opponent infantry, but soon the overwhelming number of archers and the power of their bows (despite a quite pitiful precision, to be honest), bet the less numerous Arsnoc soldiers,and Arshnoc wizards retreated into Man Ch'i.
The surviving abysian armies found refuge from Caelum into T'ien Ch'i.

In the Fomorian sea, many ships sailed past each other, and Pythium sailors saw Mictlanese galleons sail southwards, while they were busy disembarking their troops on the western shores of Fomoria. There, Fomorians sent an envoy to speak with the Pythians. They asked that they go back to their land and leave Fomoria to their rightful owners. As Pythians refused, Fomorians challenged them into battle in a plain of northwestern Fomoria which the locals called . One month and fifteen days after the start of winter, in the midst of the day, was the time of the battle. Pythian fielded hydras and vine creatures, while Fomorians lined human Fir Bolg warriors and goat-headed giants ledd by their wizard-king. Fomorians raised pillars of stones, to which their greatest heroes would tiee themselves, awaiting enemies chained to the pillar, showing their disdain for life and will to stay on the battlefield at all costs.
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The lineup at the start of the first battle of Mag Tured

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Giant hydras wreak havok amongst Fomorian warriors.

The battle was short and bloody. Tied to their pillars or fighting in the open, fomorians were no match for the hydras. They might have killed one or two, but there were too many, and the battle ended soon, which was remembered as the First battle fo 'Mag Tured', the 'plain of pillars'.
In this battle, Eochu, the one-eyed king of Fomoria, found his demise.
Soon after, another ship landed on Fomorian coasts, hailing from Vanheim. Among its passengers was Thordai himself. As his troops landed, the fomorians flocked to see him and haileed him as their righteous king and ruler, if he helped them get rid of the invading serpent-priests of Pythium.
Defeated fomorians found a new resolve, and started harassing the Pythians. It was clear that the situation couldn't remain peaceful any longer, and a second battle occured in Mag Tured.
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Hydras charge Vanir troops while dwarven smiths and vanadrott summon phantasmal warriors, elementals and shoot steel blades and magma bolts.

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Vanir fighters defeat Pythium hydras and their summons and evocations kill the remaining monsters.

The second battle of Mag Tured was almost as short as the first one, but this time it didn't go well for Pythium. The dwarven smiths shot many magical blades over the battlefield, killing vine ogres and serpent priests. Their draugar were immune to poison, and their sacred vanherse cut the enemy to pieces. On the left of the battlefield, faerie boars weren't as successful, but the phantasmal warriors, air and earth elementals, swarmed the hydras and prevented them from reaching Vanheim wizards. The Pythian invasion force was annihilated, and Fomorians happily hailed Thordai as their new king, successor of one-eyed Eochu.

New map:
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:dance: :woohoo:
lost kyzarc, I should've been more careful with troop distribution...
edit: Silly formorians, don't they know that tying yourself to pillars only works if your name is Cuchulain?
heh 'dain is right'
 
:dance: :woohoo:
lost kyzarc, I should've been more careful with troop distribution...

Well, could have been worse...

And to Pythium, we appologize for the conflict in Formoria, it wasn't ment to be this way.
 
No way. This, I am afraid, is a clear act of warfare. Unless you leave Fomoria, we shall retaliate.
 
Abyssia and Lanka: We wish to resume the peace talks you broke off last time we met.
Our terms so far
1) Complete withdrawal from Arshnocian territory, including Tien Ch'i.
2) Three turns of peace, followed by renewal of treaty.
3) Return of all 'blood slaves' captured in Tien Ch'i and Caelum to their families.
4) An opening of borders and possibility of resource trading.
Rejoin talks and sign a treaty of us or suffer the loss of your entire army in Tien Ch'i

Pythium: we wish to renew our treaty before it expires

Mictlan: we strongly urge you to turn off the course of self-destructive blood magic and its demonic pacts, if not for yourselves or your fellow man then for the innocents that are sacrificed

Jotunheim: We have fulfilled our side of the treaty. Do you wish to begin an exchange of resources or an opening of our borders?

World: The nation of Arshnoc wishes to buy magic gems. We are willing to buy mana for 9 gold per two, or 4.5 gold per one.
 
Consider it renewed. I have other fish to burn unless they give me back Fomoria. I warned you about this long ago. Prepare to meet my non-poison force.
 
Well, could have been worse...

And to Pythium, we appologize for the conflict in Formoria, it wasn't ment to be this way.

Now time of proper diplomacy:

Your invasion of Fomoria when it was clearly held by Pythium forces and the fact that you did so without any diplomacy led us to believe that you harbor enmity toward us.

However, we are willing to call it a large misunderstanding.

If Thordai himself relinquishes the Cursed Island to Pythium and leaves with all troops of Vanheim, Celes is willing to overlook this mistake and maintain a peaceful relationship with your great nation.

If you fail to comply with this, then may it be on your head.
 
Your invasion of Fomoria when it was clearly held by Pythium forces and the fact that you did so without any diplomacy led us to believe that you harbor enmity toward us.

So because you have been saying that yo are reparing to invade Formoria for turn I should have held off?
I have been readying Formoria for Union since about Turn 9.
 
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