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[Ekolite]

Ok, well I worked out a better plan since then anyway (see preliminary orders)

 

[orangelex44]

How would a research debt work, anyway?


"Hey, guys, we haven't actually figured out how this works, exactly, but here's a giant missle to toss at the other guys. We think it uses a combination of that glowy stuff in the center, fire, and magic, so be sort of careful, alright? As for how to make it work, try pushing this handy button, then run like hell. If it goes off, success! Otherwise, try this little switch over here..."

 

[Ekolite]

Well... yeah... I realised how ridiculous it would be a little while after posting. A player could research all the techs in the game in one turn on the debt, and would never need to bother with research buidlings, as why would they care how quickly their debt was payed back?

 

[Tyrs]

Well, it could makes some sense, with a very low limit, so that if you were like, 2rp short there would be some grace. Can't imagine how you would explain it though.

 

[Immaculate]

if you are 1-2rp short you can go into debt- but 2rp max and this isn't an official rule (so i won't update the first page)- this is just a little mercy for these special cases.

 

[Immaculate]

Notes on Military Operations:

Recruit/Replenish Unit/Equip Unit:
you cannot recruit or replinish wounded units or provide them with new armour or weapons (or other gear) outside your territory (this has always been the rule). if you need to recruit or replenish your troops you need to return to your own lands first.
Once you get the technologies that allow 'supply trains' and 'forward base camps' you can resupply form neutral or enemy territories with these units/fortifications in them.

Roads and Movement:
Without roads connecting your point of departure and your destination an infantry, recon, or missile unit can move two territories. Mounted units normally have a movement of 4. Moving from one territory to another that has dirt roads connecting them (assuming no enemy interference) only counts like moving 2/3 a territory. This means that if you have 3 territories all in a row connected by roads an infantry unit can move that distance in one turn. Better roads will provide better movement rates.

 

[Immaculate]

orders due today

 

[Ekolite]

So when can we expect the update?

Its sure going to be... interesting. Let's just hope everything goes to plan...

 

[Immaculate]

Your plans are gonna fall through completley if half the allied troops don't receive any orders.

Tomorrow evening update should be up probably.

 

[Ekolite]

Me and thomas have both sent you a copy of the group battle orders. Troops of all nationalities are using these orders. This was the agreement.

 

[Immaculate]

Every civ has to provide orders even if its just to say : "follow group battle orders"
hopefully everyone will get their orders in today.
Don't worry i won't penalize you; if someone is late we'll put the update off a bit (but only by one day and only if we absolutely have to).

 

[Terrance888]

Yes! Will send Orders!

 

[orangelex44]

Mine are sent. Story is included; I'll post it after it passes your muster, Immac.

 

[merciary]

Just sent mine in.

 

[Immaculate]

story is fine orange.

 

[orangelex44]

Righty-o, mate.

A little backstory; my scouting foray went just a bit awry, and this is my attempt to fix the problem. It's a little more... visible... than the Sidar usually are.

Spoiler :

They called him Captain now.

He had indeed tried metalworking again. He'd re-explored every facet of the skill, and discovered that he remembered most of fit. Like always. Names always escaped him, but the particulars of creating a perfectly proportioned horseshoe with nothing but wood and a handful of rust filings was unforgettable. Despite that, he had continued his work in the hope of that "something more"... and one day, it had happened.

A customer had ordered a sword. No big deal; he had made swords before. What was different was what happened after that; the customer had asked a question.

"Elder," he'd queried. "What do you think about this latest militia callup? Do you think that things would ever get bad enough for you to be sent along?"

He hadn't bothered to answer the question; political affairs weren't to be bothered with. The other man had left, a little disgruntled at the rebuff but no overly bothered, since Elders could do whatever the hell they wanted to do. However, he'd started to think. He couldn't recall having ever been a soldier.. Ever. It was a astounding, once he realized it. This was something new!

The military recruiter had been horrified when he'd signed up for the militia. This was an Elder; they were inviolate; they were too important to be sent along as some common grunt! But he'd been adamant, and Elders always got whatever they wanted. He had made one small concession - he'd gone to the Scouts, instead of the militia, since the Scouts were considered an elite.

That had been... ten? Fifteen?... years ago. Since then, he'd risen through the ranks at miraculous speed, considering that promotions were very rare in an immortal army. He'd learned - learned! - the finer points of being an officer; the proper use of sword, bow, spear, sling, axe (throwing or otherwise), shield, club, knife, mace, scythe, shovel, dagger (one and two handed styles), claymore, bat'leth (rare, that), poniard, dirk, flail, pike, nunchuku, atlatl, boomerang, bola, and meteor hammer; marching; tactics; and strategy. It was fun!

Of course, he'd also had to work on his social skills - he'd long ago sworn off that sort of thing, but he'd found that the army didn't ask for more than the bare minimum in this regard, so he'd accepted it and moved on. Despite his own penchant for silence, hatred for small talk, and general air of preferred isolation, he had suspicions that his troops were a little more devoted to him than they should be. His ears were maybe a little better than they thought, and he no longer really needed to sleep (in the classicc sense - most people would call what he did meditation), so he had a pretty good idea what they thought of him.

They called him Captain; but they had named him Soldier. They all knew he was quite new to the army, but his status of Elder and natural ability had made them view him as some kind of incarnation of the first man to bear a weapon for an army. He wasn't just a soldier, but he was Soldier - the epitome of the art. It was foolishness - he had much, much more to learn - but the name was pleasing anyway.

Thus, they followed him wherever he called. His superiors knew that had he wanted, Soldier could command the entire army, and not a man would refuse his orders. Luckily for them, Soldier had no intention of ever doing such a thing. It wasn't that he was loyal to cause or country - he didn't really care about such things - but obeying orders was part of the job, and something to be learned well. So, instead, Soldier was given command of the Scouts.

And, now, they were in a bit of trouble. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but bothersome. These... Hallowed?... were tricky, and Soldier's orders had sent him into places he would have preferred not to enter. He'd done his best, and it was through no fault of his that they'd been put in this latest position. In fact, it was because of him that they weren't already dead to the last man - there'd been an attempted ambush, with a little blood, but Soldier had made sure it stayed an attempted ambush. They were still surrounded, though - but Soldier was working on that as well.

He'd considered his options, and come up with a plan. Had he been anyone else, his troops would have lynched him on the spot for suggesting it - but he was Soldier, so no matter how suicidal it was it must work.

They set the Hallows on fire. It had been a rather dry year, and even better, it was late fall - there were plenty of leaves on the ground, and the snows hadn't yet fallen. In other words, perfect fire conditions, and a wildfire was the worst nightmare of anyone who lives in a forest. The enemy around him would be forced to run home and try to save what they could - which would probably be nothing, but maybe they'd get lucky. No, the real problem was going to be outrunning the fire... but Soldier was Soldier, and his men were fast. If anyone could do it, it was them - and they only had to make it six miles to the river. Six miles. The enemy was moving out; they'd noticed the smoke and guessed at his plans. Only six miles... Soldier nodded, and his men began to run.

 

[Ekolite]

Guys, please make sure you put in your orders which units you will be sending and that they should follow group battle orders under General Caswa of the Amurites.

Orders are in.

 

[nutranurse]

Orders sent off for the next turn.

 

[MasterofDisasta]

My orders are in as well.

 

[LDiCesare]

How would a research debt work, anyway?

Mmm. Sell your soul to Ceridwen? You'd have to get hit by some nasty evil event, something like "I thought it was a good idea to sell Ceridwen the soul of all the citizens of the city in order to be able to use battle magics. I didn't expect they would all die instantly!" Or something like that...