Fall From Heaven NES
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Immaculate
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If three new players are starting up, they should just take the three nations without human leaders
Its a big change to the game but so was the addition of tyrs and ekolite and that worked out.
It changes the dynamic... but thats so does lots of things.
EDIT: Kenkrajin:
I see you are familiar with D&D: this is like D&D and CIV put together. Your 'character' is a fantasy civ. TheJopa is the DM and the players are sometimes rivals, sometimes allies, always scheming.
Its a big change to the game but so was the addition of tyrs and ekolite and that worked out.
It changes the dynamic... but thats so does lots of things.
EDIT: Kenkrajin:
I see you are familiar with D&D: this is like D&D and CIV put together. Your 'character' is a fantasy civ. TheJopa is the DM and the players are sometimes rivals, sometimes allies, always scheming.
Deon
Lt. of Mordor
Constructions from natural material: search for stones, logs etc. to build major structures like hall of the chieftain or mushroom farms; shamanism and totem rituals instead of techs, breeding and re-uniting of goblin clans and occasional ambushes on caravans and villages.
You know, goblins have their own rules and rulers too, and I just thought that it would be fun for you if wilderness creatures were coordinated and controlled by a player rather than "game rules".
Let me try
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Jopa, could you answer my PM?
orangelex44
Partisan
.... .... [sob] .... He thinks I'm a great nation! .... [tearful smile of joy] .... He thinks I'm a great nation!
In all fairness, I was thinking about, in order of priority:
1) Hippus leader
2) Emperor of Patria
3) Marekka leader
4) Shazaak leader
5) Grigori leader
But probably I'll let this turn play out and let new players start from next turn. It is of course easier to mod a game with less players, new players should actually contribute to the game and make it more interesting.
I never wanted to make Malakim playable - having a sparse, almost uninhabited desert is okay for a setting. Having a player control it's tribes and being unable to do anything is not fun for me, him nor other players.
Remember this game's primary focus is diplomacy and wits followed closely by management. I have no idea how to put gathering stones in this game in a fun fashion.
1) Hippus leader
2) Emperor of Patria
3) Marekka leader
4) Shazaak leader
5) Grigori leader
But probably I'll let this turn play out and let new players start from next turn. It is of course easier to mod a game with less players, new players should actually contribute to the game and make it more interesting.
I never wanted to make Malakim playable - having a sparse, almost uninhabited desert is okay for a setting. Having a player control it's tribes and being unable to do anything is not fun for me, him nor other players.
Remember this game's primary focus is diplomacy and wits followed closely by management. I have no idea how to put gathering stones in this game in a fun fashion.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
resent (though the original was oh so much better)
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Alright, I'll take Shazaak.
Regarding Shazaak, I'd like to point there are orcs over there so the Clan of Embers might make sense. Various orcs and goblins worldwide could even join them as per the national spell.
As for Grigori, I don't think Cassiel is dead. I think he's as good as dead, he left his former followers so they have the opportunity to become just whatever they would like to, anything from Illians inspired by a young leader called Auric Ulvin (which would be bad) to repentent men pledging allegiance to their overly generous neighbours the Khazad (which would be good), or even Sidar or Sheaim, though that would require a bit of creative storytelling to explain why they don't become Khazad-loving dwarven vassals
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As for Grigori, I don't think Cassiel is dead. I think he's as good as dead, he left his former followers so they have the opportunity to become just whatever they would like to, anything from Illians inspired by a young leader called Auric Ulvin (which would be bad) to repentent men pledging allegiance to their overly generous neighbours the Khazad (which would be good), or even Sidar or Sheaim, though that would require a bit of creative storytelling to explain why they don't become Khazad-loving dwarven vassals
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Immaculate
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I feel bad that you started the amurites then i took them over and you are joining again and its not as the amurites.
I'm glad you didn't ask for them back (i feel they are my 'babies' now too)
I forget why you stopped but i am glad you are joining up in this NES again.
EDIT: As the Shazaak, maybe you can help me with my little squatter problem.
orangelex44
Partisan
Here we go...
In all it's glory, a little story detailing my latest exploits. Read into it as you will.
It had taken a while, but Hybor had finally found something that made him sicker than a boat. Fear. Fear, and being afraid while on a boat.
This boat was currently sailing the rough seas between Rinwel Island and the Amurite mainland. That would be scary enough, but this boat was steering toward the mainland, which was terrifying. The Amurites held no particular love for the Hippus, and less so since this Patrian uproar began. The Amurites had even less love for Hippus in the service of the Lanun (in fact, they held something more like hatred for those in that situation). Hybor knew this as well as anyone, but circumstances forced him towards the one place on Erebus he least wanted to go.
Both his home country and adopted Captain needed him in Hippus lands as quickly as possible. The insanity of Patria had traveled there, through the proximity of the Amurite nation and the foolish action of the High Chief. Brandon had been a great High Chief, but at the end his decision to support the Patrian cause (or even to ignore it) had spelled his death and much pain for his people. That was bad enough, to Hybor, but even worse was the fact that the Chief that murdered Brandon had been dishonorably named High Chief, instead of Brandons rightful heir. The fact that Brandons heir was a ten-year-old, and currently living in Kingsport, was irrelevant. Karimir also wanted the Patrians stymied, honor to be served, and his son to take up the Hippus High Chiefdom. The best man to help him in this was Hybor, and so Hybor had been ordered home.
Between Rinwel Isle and home were about three thousands leagues of travel, much of it through Amurite lands, and most of the rest through lands controlled by the Patrians. Thus, Hybors fear. Fear not for himself, but that hed fail in this desperate hour. As the shore approached, Hybor began to gather himself for the journey ahead. First, hed travel north, cross the Lower Fannir and pass through the Amurite city of Cirail. That would be the first of his many trials, since that city had been greatly affected by smuggling and many there would recognize the Lieutenant-Governor of Rinwel, the smugglers port. After that would come another three hundred leagues or more before hed leave Amurite lands
Karimir looked around the deck of his flagship. It was covered in veteran Lanun and centaur soldiers, preparing for what could be a rather harsh welcome on the Hippus shore. His advisors surrounded him, giving orders or listening to reports. Applesby. Hardskull. Presley. The centaur, Karl. Even Captainess-Ambassador Windstabber, who had made record time coming home with this disastrous news. And, finally, the person this all centered around; his son, Granmir. The hier to the High Chiefdom, and a child of ten, wearing dwarven armor and a dagger that looked a sword in his hands. Karimir was torn between pride and concern for his son, unlike his wife Bardonya who was only proud. She was confident of Granmirs readiness, and her Hippus soul allowed for no worry over a warrier.
The death of Brandon had been a giant blow to her, and to Karimir as well. He had counted his father-in-law as a strong ally, and more importantly a personal friend, and the news of his assassination had been devastating. Whatever Brandons true feelings over the new Patria had been, Karimir was honor-bound to avenge that action, and the strength of that bond was proven by the fact that as a reigning High Captain, what amounted to a monarch, he was personally traveling to Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel to see justice done. The villain would be captured and slain, and Brandons rightful heir would become High Chief. The Patrians, who had indirectly started the whole thing, were going to be stemmed as well. Karimir would see it done, at any cost.
The ship ran up to the pier, and the gangplank ran out. A crowd had gathered at the sight of a fleet of Lanun ships, and it was obvious that they were undecided whether to attack them. The first man off the deck was Karimir.
He looked steadily at the crowd, no trace of fear in his eyes. Men of the Hippus! I am Karimir, High-Captain of the Lanun and adopted son of Brandon, who was killed by the most vile of actions. I come to avenge him, and to see the rightful heir ascend his chiefdom. At this, Granmir walked out to join his father. Karimir forgot his fear over his son, as Granmir showed not a bit of indecision in his steady march toward the crowd. I give you Granmir, the grandson of Brandon, and my son. He has come here to claim his right of birth, and to become Brandon II, the next High Chief of the Hippus. I ask you now, men of Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel: will you stand for him, or against him? Should you seek to oppose us, I shall see you all dead this day. None shall stop me in my gods-given duty. I ask you again: Will you stand for this son of Brandon?
It was silent. The Lanun and centaurs left upon the ship nervously watched the crowd, loosening swords and clutching axes. Granmir stood motionless in front of his father, and simply stared at his new liegemen. A single Hippus walked in front of the crowd.
Captain Karimir. Long have our nations been at peace, and when the alliance through marriage of our peoples was announced I rejoiced that one such as you was tied to our fortune. I rejoiced, since I knew that in such a day as this you would see justice done. I can think of no better heir to Brandon than one raised by you; I speak for no others, but for myself I will follow this child to the ends of Erebus, for by his ancestors he is surely the greatest of champions. I will stand!
As the man spoke, the crowd behind him had begun to stir and make noise. At his final statement, they exploded. Every man there ran forward, and chanted the words that would reverberate among an entire kingdom: To Brandons heir, and to the Hippus! We stand for the heir!
The roar of the Upper Fannir was fading behind him, and once again Hybor, Chief of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, walked through the lands of the Hippus. He had never actually walked through these lands, since his chiefdom lay on the other side of the vast country, but it still felt right to him. These last few days had been trying, since hed had to avoid the Amurite border guards at the normal river crossings. Hed made a boat, and been very thankful that hed spent the last year with the Lanun while using it.
Now that he was in Hippus lands, though, he was relatively safe. The Patrians should be far to the east yet, the Amurites wouldnt dare to enter these lands without permission, and the normal Hippus citizen wouldnt care that he was in Karimirs service. Thus, Hybor traveled along a road hoping that hed be able to get some kind of a deal for a horse to ride the rest of the way.
Soon enough, he came upon a village encroaching on the road. Most Hippus villages are centered around a communal stable and inn, and this one was no exception. Hybor entered the door to the stable and glanced over the horses there before going to the inn. The inns common room was rather empty, since it was only late afternoon, but a circle of elders was talking and playing cards on a table in the corner. One of them, obviously the inns owner, rose to meet the stranger.
Greetings, my name is Rhoad, and I run this little establishment. How can I help you?
Hybor explained his desire for a horse, and mentioned the one from the stables that had caught his eye.
Rhoad laughed. Thats one of my horses, son! A full stallion, and theres none in greater demand in these parts. I strongly doubt you have enough to pay what Id ask for such a treasure as Sprite.
With a sigh, Hybor reached into his pack and brought out a coinpurse. He intended only to start bartering for the price of the horse, but some impulse held him mute. He simply poured it out over the table, a stream of gold pieces that equaled the value of the entire village. Karimir had made sure of Hybors finances on this trip.
At the elders table, another man hurridly stood, and while his chair tipped over he rushed to get a better look at this amazing amount of gold. When hed proved to himself that it was really there, he stared at Hybor.
Who are you, young chief? He asked. No one comes this way, unescorted, with that kind of riches. Who do you hide from, and where do you run?
Hybor, still carried by his strange impulse, told him. He explained who he was and that he served the Captain of the Lanun. He mentioned his duty as Lieutenant-Governor and his duty as a chief. He explained Karimirs feelings over the events leading to Brandons death, and what Karimir intended to do about them. He even told them all what his orders were, and that he was to speed to his own lands and raise what help he could there.
When hed finished, Hybor suddenly realized what hed just done. Hed told these perfect strangers the exact details of his secret and vitally important mission they could be Amurite spies, or Patrian supporters, or simple bandits! Some devilry had possessed him to this, and hed betrayed every one of his duties to both his peoples. His heart sank, and his thoughts froze. In his trancelike state, he had been staring at the other men without truly seeing them, and his eyes now refocused.
Every one of the men in the inn was standing in a semicircle in front of him, staring. The innmaster was still next to the pile of gold, and the other man was directly in front of Hybor. The man drew his knife, and Hybor prepared to sell his life dearly.
Young chief, the man began. I do not yet know your name.
Hybor wondered why this man should care to know the name of who he was about to murder, but saw no reason not to tell him now. These men would have to die, or Hybor would, so telling them this last piece of information would make no difference. I am Hybor, of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, and liegeman to High Captain Karimir of the Lanun. I will die to see my duty done, and if that means I must kill you all then I will do so.
The man smiled. You misunderstand, Chief Hybor. With that, he kneeled and held the knife up to Hybor by the blade. I, Magnadine, the Horsekeeper of Graden-ul-Tealh, do swear my alliegance to Hybor, of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, to serve his purposes, to follow his lead, to act as he demands
One by one, the other men of in the inn dropped to their knees and held a knife up to Hybor. To the man, they began saying the vow of allegiance, and Hybor suddenly realized he hadnt been possessed by a demon after all.
He gave thanks to Tali.
Within a week, word began to spread in the western reaches of Hippus territory. A chief of the East was making the call to battle, and raising the banner of a Lanun child to take the throne. He threw his defiance to Patrians and the traitorous chiefs alike. From Witchs Creek to Twin Bays, from Mabdon-Marrachir to the Upper Fannir, in Nagyr Grove and the Darkwoods, men heard his call, and men went to answer it. Hybor would do his duty to his peoples.
In the east, that same call was heard. The High Captain of the Lanun, avenging a death and on behalf of his son, was imploring his wife's people. This sea king, this foriegner, was implacable and unstoppable, and from the Granite River to Witch's Creek people left their homes to meet this man, and to serve his son. What must be done by honor must be done, and Karimir would do his duty too.
In all it's glory, a little story detailing my latest exploits. Read into it as you will.
It had taken a while, but Hybor had finally found something that made him sicker than a boat. Fear. Fear, and being afraid while on a boat.
This boat was currently sailing the rough seas between Rinwel Island and the Amurite mainland. That would be scary enough, but this boat was steering toward the mainland, which was terrifying. The Amurites held no particular love for the Hippus, and less so since this Patrian uproar began. The Amurites had even less love for Hippus in the service of the Lanun (in fact, they held something more like hatred for those in that situation). Hybor knew this as well as anyone, but circumstances forced him towards the one place on Erebus he least wanted to go.
Both his home country and adopted Captain needed him in Hippus lands as quickly as possible. The insanity of Patria had traveled there, through the proximity of the Amurite nation and the foolish action of the High Chief. Brandon had been a great High Chief, but at the end his decision to support the Patrian cause (or even to ignore it) had spelled his death and much pain for his people. That was bad enough, to Hybor, but even worse was the fact that the Chief that murdered Brandon had been dishonorably named High Chief, instead of Brandons rightful heir. The fact that Brandons heir was a ten-year-old, and currently living in Kingsport, was irrelevant. Karimir also wanted the Patrians stymied, honor to be served, and his son to take up the Hippus High Chiefdom. The best man to help him in this was Hybor, and so Hybor had been ordered home.
Between Rinwel Isle and home were about three thousands leagues of travel, much of it through Amurite lands, and most of the rest through lands controlled by the Patrians. Thus, Hybors fear. Fear not for himself, but that hed fail in this desperate hour. As the shore approached, Hybor began to gather himself for the journey ahead. First, hed travel north, cross the Lower Fannir and pass through the Amurite city of Cirail. That would be the first of his many trials, since that city had been greatly affected by smuggling and many there would recognize the Lieutenant-Governor of Rinwel, the smugglers port. After that would come another three hundred leagues or more before hed leave Amurite lands
Karimir looked around the deck of his flagship. It was covered in veteran Lanun and centaur soldiers, preparing for what could be a rather harsh welcome on the Hippus shore. His advisors surrounded him, giving orders or listening to reports. Applesby. Hardskull. Presley. The centaur, Karl. Even Captainess-Ambassador Windstabber, who had made record time coming home with this disastrous news. And, finally, the person this all centered around; his son, Granmir. The hier to the High Chiefdom, and a child of ten, wearing dwarven armor and a dagger that looked a sword in his hands. Karimir was torn between pride and concern for his son, unlike his wife Bardonya who was only proud. She was confident of Granmirs readiness, and her Hippus soul allowed for no worry over a warrier.
The death of Brandon had been a giant blow to her, and to Karimir as well. He had counted his father-in-law as a strong ally, and more importantly a personal friend, and the news of his assassination had been devastating. Whatever Brandons true feelings over the new Patria had been, Karimir was honor-bound to avenge that action, and the strength of that bond was proven by the fact that as a reigning High Captain, what amounted to a monarch, he was personally traveling to Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel to see justice done. The villain would be captured and slain, and Brandons rightful heir would become High Chief. The Patrians, who had indirectly started the whole thing, were going to be stemmed as well. Karimir would see it done, at any cost.
The ship ran up to the pier, and the gangplank ran out. A crowd had gathered at the sight of a fleet of Lanun ships, and it was obvious that they were undecided whether to attack them. The first man off the deck was Karimir.
He looked steadily at the crowd, no trace of fear in his eyes. Men of the Hippus! I am Karimir, High-Captain of the Lanun and adopted son of Brandon, who was killed by the most vile of actions. I come to avenge him, and to see the rightful heir ascend his chiefdom. At this, Granmir walked out to join his father. Karimir forgot his fear over his son, as Granmir showed not a bit of indecision in his steady march toward the crowd. I give you Granmir, the grandson of Brandon, and my son. He has come here to claim his right of birth, and to become Brandon II, the next High Chief of the Hippus. I ask you now, men of Altheriol-ta-Mealthiel: will you stand for him, or against him? Should you seek to oppose us, I shall see you all dead this day. None shall stop me in my gods-given duty. I ask you again: Will you stand for this son of Brandon?
It was silent. The Lanun and centaurs left upon the ship nervously watched the crowd, loosening swords and clutching axes. Granmir stood motionless in front of his father, and simply stared at his new liegemen. A single Hippus walked in front of the crowd.
Captain Karimir. Long have our nations been at peace, and when the alliance through marriage of our peoples was announced I rejoiced that one such as you was tied to our fortune. I rejoiced, since I knew that in such a day as this you would see justice done. I can think of no better heir to Brandon than one raised by you; I speak for no others, but for myself I will follow this child to the ends of Erebus, for by his ancestors he is surely the greatest of champions. I will stand!
As the man spoke, the crowd behind him had begun to stir and make noise. At his final statement, they exploded. Every man there ran forward, and chanted the words that would reverberate among an entire kingdom: To Brandons heir, and to the Hippus! We stand for the heir!
The roar of the Upper Fannir was fading behind him, and once again Hybor, Chief of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, walked through the lands of the Hippus. He had never actually walked through these lands, since his chiefdom lay on the other side of the vast country, but it still felt right to him. These last few days had been trying, since hed had to avoid the Amurite border guards at the normal river crossings. Hed made a boat, and been very thankful that hed spent the last year with the Lanun while using it.
Now that he was in Hippus lands, though, he was relatively safe. The Patrians should be far to the east yet, the Amurites wouldnt dare to enter these lands without permission, and the normal Hippus citizen wouldnt care that he was in Karimirs service. Thus, Hybor traveled along a road hoping that hed be able to get some kind of a deal for a horse to ride the rest of the way.
Soon enough, he came upon a village encroaching on the road. Most Hippus villages are centered around a communal stable and inn, and this one was no exception. Hybor entered the door to the stable and glanced over the horses there before going to the inn. The inns common room was rather empty, since it was only late afternoon, but a circle of elders was talking and playing cards on a table in the corner. One of them, obviously the inns owner, rose to meet the stranger.
Greetings, my name is Rhoad, and I run this little establishment. How can I help you?
Hybor explained his desire for a horse, and mentioned the one from the stables that had caught his eye.
Rhoad laughed. Thats one of my horses, son! A full stallion, and theres none in greater demand in these parts. I strongly doubt you have enough to pay what Id ask for such a treasure as Sprite.
With a sigh, Hybor reached into his pack and brought out a coinpurse. He intended only to start bartering for the price of the horse, but some impulse held him mute. He simply poured it out over the table, a stream of gold pieces that equaled the value of the entire village. Karimir had made sure of Hybors finances on this trip.
At the elders table, another man hurridly stood, and while his chair tipped over he rushed to get a better look at this amazing amount of gold. When hed proved to himself that it was really there, he stared at Hybor.
Who are you, young chief? He asked. No one comes this way, unescorted, with that kind of riches. Who do you hide from, and where do you run?
Hybor, still carried by his strange impulse, told him. He explained who he was and that he served the Captain of the Lanun. He mentioned his duty as Lieutenant-Governor and his duty as a chief. He explained Karimirs feelings over the events leading to Brandons death, and what Karimir intended to do about them. He even told them all what his orders were, and that he was to speed to his own lands and raise what help he could there.
When hed finished, Hybor suddenly realized what hed just done. Hed told these perfect strangers the exact details of his secret and vitally important mission they could be Amurite spies, or Patrian supporters, or simple bandits! Some devilry had possessed him to this, and hed betrayed every one of his duties to both his peoples. His heart sank, and his thoughts froze. In his trancelike state, he had been staring at the other men without truly seeing them, and his eyes now refocused.
Every one of the men in the inn was standing in a semicircle in front of him, staring. The innmaster was still next to the pile of gold, and the other man was directly in front of Hybor. The man drew his knife, and Hybor prepared to sell his life dearly.
Young chief, the man began. I do not yet know your name.
Hybor wondered why this man should care to know the name of who he was about to murder, but saw no reason not to tell him now. These men would have to die, or Hybor would, so telling them this last piece of information would make no difference. I am Hybor, of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, and liegeman to High Captain Karimir of the Lanun. I will die to see my duty done, and if that means I must kill you all then I will do so.
The man smiled. You misunderstand, Chief Hybor. With that, he kneeled and held the knife up to Hybor by the blade. I, Magnadine, the Horsekeeper of Graden-ul-Tealh, do swear my alliegance to Hybor, of the Upper Mealthiel Hippus, to serve his purposes, to follow his lead, to act as he demands
One by one, the other men of in the inn dropped to their knees and held a knife up to Hybor. To the man, they began saying the vow of allegiance, and Hybor suddenly realized he hadnt been possessed by a demon after all.
He gave thanks to Tali.
Within a week, word began to spread in the western reaches of Hippus territory. A chief of the East was making the call to battle, and raising the banner of a Lanun child to take the throne. He threw his defiance to Patrians and the traitorous chiefs alike. From Witchs Creek to Twin Bays, from Mabdon-Marrachir to the Upper Fannir, in Nagyr Grove and the Darkwoods, men heard his call, and men went to answer it. Hybor would do his duty to his peoples.
In the east, that same call was heard. The High Captain of the Lanun, avenging a death and on behalf of his son, was imploring his wife's people. This sea king, this foriegner, was implacable and unstoppable, and from the Granite River to Witch's Creek people left their homes to meet this man, and to serve his son. What must be done by honor must be done, and Karimir would do his duty too.
orangelex44
Partisan
Oh, and my final orders are in. Questions/concerns, just email me, Jopa.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
No, no problem at all... I liek where you took them. (though, i'll admit, my first choice would have been as a resurected Thomas the Caswallen, with approximatly the same back story as Tebryn Abrindy, sent up from hell with the promise that if he brought armegeddon about, then he woudl be spared the torments of hell...
but Jopa didn't accept that
