Luckymoose
The World is Mine
I'll take that brown nation in China, whatever it is.
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EltNESIII: Some Assembly Required
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Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Peekaboo!
After waiting for a week for three slow NESes to update, I decided to join the best fast NES I can!
Any suggestions? Want me to face Milarqui? Wish for a more proactive NPC somewhere? A more interesting Asia? Pile them one!
BTW Listing to pachelbel's Canon. It is more addicting than crack (Not that I know about it.) Can't stop... listening... And courage inducing as well!
After waiting for a week for three slow NESes to update, I decided to join the best fast NES I can!
Any suggestions? Want me to face Milarqui? Wish for a more proactive NPC somewhere? A more interesting Asia? Pile them one!
BTW Listing to pachelbel's Canon. It is more addicting than crack (Not that I know about it.) Can't stop... listening... And courage inducing as well!
Eltain
Deity
Luckymoose: That's Arkital. Good luck, and welcome aboard. (they're a tribal federation, and have been meeting success expanding peacefully by offering membership to the other local tribes, though their lightly organized religion of worshipping a dead king is waning)
Terrence: Any of the countries in Asia- do you want a run down of the situation in each country?
Karalysia: Okay then.
Terrence: Any of the countries in Asia- do you want a run down of the situation in each country?
Karalysia: Okay then.
SKILORD
Insurgent
Following the failed diplomacy The Warlord will join his troops at the front in the campaign to capture the "navel of the world."
Milarqui
Deity
To: Bascland
From: Tanresios
We have no problem with waiting for you to arm yourselves in order to reach some degree of protection.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Yeah.
SKILORD
Insurgent
The Full Moon rises, the Warlord has arrived at the Front.
“What took you so long?” asks Himclair.
“The Norsemen will not join us, I hoped to bring reinforcements.”
Himclair laughs, “Your kinsmen are cowards.”
The Warlord, not Arturo, never Arturo, says, “I am not one drop Norse.
“I am the Warlord of the Wovvolk,” his glare, stern glare silences all further conversation on the matter.
Himclair smiles, “Don’t forget your Axe.”
The Warlord looks at it, carved into the hilt the eternal wisdom of the first Warlord. The founding maxim of the tribe, the truth of the Wovvolk:
Mercy is for the weak.
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A full moon lights up the field, tall crops, just as promised. The army salivates like hungry wolves.
The Warlord, full Wovvolk, true Wovvolk, brave and steadfast, merciless on the battlefield prepares his axe as his army emerges from the treeline. The steady drums of the Thunder Priests give time to the march, and the poor Estonians shudder in their huts.
“What took you so long?” asks Himclair.
“The Norsemen will not join us, I hoped to bring reinforcements.”
Himclair laughs, “Your kinsmen are cowards.”
The Warlord, not Arturo, never Arturo, says, “I am not one drop Norse.
“I am the Warlord of the Wovvolk,” his glare, stern glare silences all further conversation on the matter.
Himclair smiles, “Don’t forget your Axe.”
The Warlord looks at it, carved into the hilt the eternal wisdom of the first Warlord. The founding maxim of the tribe, the truth of the Wovvolk:
Mercy is for the weak.
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A full moon lights up the field, tall crops, just as promised. The army salivates like hungry wolves.
The Warlord, full Wovvolk, true Wovvolk, brave and steadfast, merciless on the battlefield prepares his axe as his army emerges from the treeline. The steady drums of the Thunder Priests give time to the march, and the poor Estonians shudder in their huts.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
This is the ritual that was known as the holy week, when the arm of God will choose to sweep over the nation to bring the monsoon. Every day, every priest walked outside to the highest point along the river, and looked west at the setting sun. Although the true orgin of this ritual is unknown, it is from scriptures and from oral tradition that the ancient upper class can predict when the monsoon, like the god they worshiped, will bring life and death in one fell swoop.
It was the holy week. For five days, the priest have marched himself and his diciples to the top of Mount Unda to greet the sun at noon. For five days they have sacrificed animals, chanted, and prayed to the God. For it is within this week that the will of God will be show across the sky. He watched, silent as the sun began the descent from the peak of the sky. In his hands he held a sculpture of a sea dragon, condemned to hold the earth above the fires of hill. He stood silent as his disciples chanted, sang, prayed to the lord as they have done for generations.
The priest watched the sun dip into the horizon to the west, its brilliant rays beaming between two distant hills. It flew over the landscape, and crossed the Holy River infront of him to disappear into the east. The arm of god had extended itself across the river five times already, and it had yet sent the image of the future. The Priest watched as the ray grew in brilliance as the center of the sun, the avatar of God, met the hill. He began to sign onto of the chanting of his fellow priest. A dash of incense billowed into the air as an oxen was sacrificed before the strongest ray shone forth. Everyone became silent as the animals death throes sullied the ground. Everyone except for the high priest.
His eyes raised directly into the beam as he shattered the sacrificial sculpture on the ground. He watched intently as the beam began to fade, the last look of the sun upon earth, matching the weakening right as the sun rose to its highest point.
He saw a glint of fog in the ray, a vision of lines: Rain! Once more they have assured life for the village below. He shouted a loud prayer, composure gone, as he thanked the lord. All his disciples aw his sign and chanted and sang their approval as well. Messangers quickly ran out as the sign spread from a giant fire. From the distance, more smoke rose to confirm the arrival of the sign.
It was a marvelous feast that night. With the sign of God, they can safely put in the watertight doors to the riverside homes before the flood arrives and live in the highland walled dormitories. It was a festive time as the last crate of seed is carried into the house and as the rains began. The sign, proof of Gods favor, had saved them just in time. All have heard the fate of those who never saw the signs and lost everything.
The High Priest smiled as he looked into the faces of the villagers from miles away.
Kettick has been saved again.
It was the holy week. For five days, the priest have marched himself and his diciples to the top of Mount Unda to greet the sun at noon. For five days they have sacrificed animals, chanted, and prayed to the God. For it is within this week that the will of God will be show across the sky. He watched, silent as the sun began the descent from the peak of the sky. In his hands he held a sculpture of a sea dragon, condemned to hold the earth above the fires of hill. He stood silent as his disciples chanted, sang, prayed to the lord as they have done for generations.
The priest watched the sun dip into the horizon to the west, its brilliant rays beaming between two distant hills. It flew over the landscape, and crossed the Holy River infront of him to disappear into the east. The arm of god had extended itself across the river five times already, and it had yet sent the image of the future. The Priest watched as the ray grew in brilliance as the center of the sun, the avatar of God, met the hill. He began to sign onto of the chanting of his fellow priest. A dash of incense billowed into the air as an oxen was sacrificed before the strongest ray shone forth. Everyone became silent as the animals death throes sullied the ground. Everyone except for the high priest.
His eyes raised directly into the beam as he shattered the sacrificial sculpture on the ground. He watched intently as the beam began to fade, the last look of the sun upon earth, matching the weakening right as the sun rose to its highest point.
He saw a glint of fog in the ray, a vision of lines: Rain! Once more they have assured life for the village below. He shouted a loud prayer, composure gone, as he thanked the lord. All his disciples aw his sign and chanted and sang their approval as well. Messangers quickly ran out as the sign spread from a giant fire. From the distance, more smoke rose to confirm the arrival of the sign.
It was a marvelous feast that night. With the sign of God, they can safely put in the watertight doors to the riverside homes before the flood arrives and live in the highland walled dormitories. It was a festive time as the last crate of seed is carried into the house and as the rains began. The sign, proof of Gods favor, had saved them just in time. All have heard the fate of those who never saw the signs and lost everything.
The High Priest smiled as he looked into the faces of the villagers from miles away.
Kettick has been saved again.
Abaddon
Deity
I hope everyone is getting their orders in!
Eltain
Deity
Deadline is in 13 hours.
If you get them in late, I will accept orders up until the point that I actually start writing the bit about your nation, at which point your orders will be ignored.
If you get them in late, I will accept orders up until the point that I actually start writing the bit about your nation, at which point your orders will be ignored.
Lord of Elves
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I'm going to try to get orders in tonight, but whether I'll be able to is doubtful.
Abaddon
Deity
Then how did you write that?
Eltain
Deity
That's okay Zelet, I'm away from mine as well, so no work can be done until I get my laptop back.
Lord: Received, brutha. Also the multitude of followup comments.
Abaddon: Ipod.
Karalysia: That's too bad. Sorry to hear that.
Lord: Received, brutha. Also the multitude of followup comments.
Abaddon: Ipod.
Karalysia: That's too bad. Sorry to hear that.
Abaddon
Deity
Progress update please?
Eltain
Deity
Too sick to write anything at the moment.
Abaddon
Deity
Aww. Well hope you get better soon 
I am really excited with this NES.. a few more updates and I expect there will be some really interesting clashes!
I am really excited with this NES.. a few more updates and I expect there will be some really interesting clashes!
Milarqui
Deity
Damn. I really hope you get well soon.
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