Ffh Nes Ii

[merciary]

Just letting you know your magnetic golems would of had no effect on my men, I never got any sort of metal. My men got to be the best with sticks and brute force.

 

[thomas.berubeg]

I'm not sure about the League collapse, LDI

 

[MasterofDisasta]

Yeah I did consider that possibility. If I never fought a metal unit it probably would have no real effect. Of course then you still would have to somehow damage a metal golem with sticks and stone. A dicey proposition at best, I think.

I also almost had fire mana im territory, but it turned out to be in the council capital province. I was going to negotiate/beg to try and get it. Then have all my golems equipped with inner furnaces powered by fire mana. Since they are made of metal I can heat them up to several hundred degrees without damaging them. So if a solider gets hit by a golem, his arm comes away all charred and burnt. Then the golems could also open their mouths or other specifically designed holes, and unleash a stream of fire upon their foes. That is how I always envishoned the golem fireball spells anyways.

Basically all my plans revolved around casting spells on golems. I had the Luchuirp metal infantry too, but I was planning to replace them as soon as possible both because I had seen how vulnerable they were to all types of disease, and because I didn't want my vampire allies feeding on my dead men after a battle ended.

 

[merciary]

yeah, nor do I think your fight in the swamps would go that way. There would be no way I'd let my men fight in the swamps without some sort of ace in the hole. They have way too good of an advantage there. Probably would of drained it and I might try to set it on fire after the water's gone.

@MasterofDisasta: oh I'm sure I would of found a way. The Hippus are rather clever. I'd probably resort to setting traps for your golems or guerrilla tactics.

 

[MasterofDisasta]

@Merciary - Yeah it certainly would have been an interesting fight. Probably in the end the whole league-CCC thing would have come down to tactics like you're saying and how we used our forces rather than just who had more. It would have been a very great fight to play out.

The other nice thing about golems is they don't have to eat, so I only need to supply my living troops with food. My final army was going to be all golems and adepts/priests with the casters just there to cast 4 supporting spells:

1. Magnetize the golems

2. The whole fire mana thing on the golems

3. Healing the golems - I was thinking "how does one beat apart a solid metal golem with just more metal?" I was going to propose to Immac that the golems be destroyed by damaging the enchantment runes that kept them operable. That way, they could actually be damaged by similar technology armies. Also, it would allow my enchantment casters to keep the damaged golems fighting by casting direct enchantment spells on the golems to keep them operating. And then they could also be used to fix the golems in enemy territory since the majority of repairs would just be drawing new runes.

4. Sun death rays - very tall golems with magnifying glasses for heads. Their weapon would have to be powered by sun casters. I was thinking Orange could do it for me with the mirror of heaven, or maybe the Eekin coul get some priests to do it. With Orange's betrayal though, I could probably just snag the mirror.

 

[merciary]

I was also planning on creating adapts, I wasn't going to trust Thomas to have the only ones, right now I had air mana (which could have been useful). I could also of gotten force, water, creation, and dimensional all of which could have been useful against golems.

 

[Ekolite]

@LDi: We wouldn't have attacked the Kappa. Like thomas said, we would have tried to drain their swamps with magic, and until then just kill anything that came out of them. I wopuld have attacked the kuriotates, and the hippus would have attacked the grigori at the same time. That way, the Kappa wouldn't be able to help too much as at least one of their allies would be crushed, probably both.

Also, if anything the League would have become more united, it would not have collapsed unless I had to change sides to the CCCC - which was only a last resort.

 

[MasterofDisasta]

Yeah those probably would have put a kink in plans. I still think I could have made a considerable contribution though even if most of plans did only work as one shot deals. The mangnifying glass death-ray golems probably would have worked well at least once, and even my regular golems would have served as capable infantry even if their special tactics were immediately countered.

Then we still would have had Ken's vampire army, a horde of ressurecting suicide troops from the Eekin, and whatever extraplanar summons Tyrs brought to the battlefields. Maybe my ultimate role would have actually been a flashy distraction.

In the end, I think our combined tactics would have pulled a costly win out from under the league. Overall, we had the stronger economy too. I was actually pretty afraid of the 3 nations for that reason because I though the Kurios had the best economy and I suspected that HBar was a close second. I thought they would have us beaten in an economy game but I didn't think the league would be able to match us gold to gold as easily.

 

[Ekolite]

Also, assuming the League was not ridiculously stupid and invaded the Kappa swamps, there is no way the 3Nations could have ever defeated us in battle. So long as the general didn't have that damn spear anyway.

 

[merciary]

also since it doesn't matter anymore here's what that spell book had, I really wish I had the right mana, these looked like fun:

Bone Armour:

Body mana sorcery

Circle 1



Up to three friendly units receive armour made from their own bones. The process can be quite painful but the bone provides excellent armour to slings and arrows and good armour to slashing or stabbing weapons.



Hasten:

Body mana sorcery

Circle 1



One friendly unit is hastened and can move attack and defend twice as quickly. The individuals making up that unit are unnaturally aged (approximately 1-2 years).



Seek the Seas

Body mana sorcery

Circle 1



One friendly unit (which cannot be wearing armour) grows gills, webbing and fins. The spell lasts long enough to allow that single unit to cross one naval province without a boat.



Mass Haste:

Body man sorcery

Circle 2


Up to 4 friendly units in the same province are hastened and can move attack and defend twice as quickly. The individuals making up that unit are unnaturally aged (approximately 1-2 years).



Crawling Flesh

Body Mana summon

Circle 1



Summons dog-sized tentacles of massed sinew and muscle that crawl about like crabs or spiders. They have no mouths ears or noses and can only be pointed in a single direction and only with a single command, “attack”. They will feel their way forward and when they encounter flesh will wrap themselves about it and squeeze. Causes damage.



Tendrils of Sinew

Body mana summon

Circle 1


Summons long rope-like sinewy flesh each about an inch wide and 30 feet long. They are blind and have no ears or noses either. They can only be pointed in a single direction and only with a single command, “attack”. They will feel their way forward and when they encounter flesh will wrap themselves to the creature and to nearby items and to other creatures forming a thick tangled web of sinewy ropes. Causes entanglement.



Deadly Pollens

Nature mana sorcery

Circle 1



Causes plants in the affected area to release ensorcelled pollen. Those affected begin to choke and cough and may well die. The strength of the pollens is dependent on the amount of growth in the area. In cities and deserts it is not very effective. In forests and swamps it is most effective. The caster should be aware of prevailing wind conditions when casting.



Dancing Blades

Chaos Mana Sorcery

Circle 1



The blades of up to three friendly melee units are enchanted to hop about and strike of their own volition. These means they are much quicker and strike from strange angles. Makes the melee unit particularly deadly to units that rely on speed or shields (but not armour)




The pollen one would of been nice against the Kappa

 

[kenkrajen]

i like ur history LDi, all believable except the Corbus coming up with a worldspell that destroys undead. i think their worldspell would have caused every corbus to lay golden eggs for 15 years straight, vastly boosting their economy. they still would have tried to attack me, but the armies on both sides would have been much larger and much more impressive. u also forgot that i would have teamed up with master to create the undead flesh golem. which we each would have bought a healthy dose of, leaving me with the upper hand in the Corbus war. and if i somehow managed to hold on to the Crown if orange hadn't stole it, i would have just been using Dominate to win all my battles

EDIT: master, ur forgetting the kelp golems

 

[hbar]

That's funny that you were going to have a swamp-draining spell, because one of my T2 priest spells was going to be a swamp-making spell (small scale, but still powerful). It would have been a game of whack-a-mole with swampland!

Oh, and my slingers were equipped with hallucinogenic poison made from the skins of treefrogs. Combine that with the mad dreams of the Undertow and swampfog so thick you can't see your hands in front of your face...

It would have been very difficult for me to attack outside of my borders, but I doubt any reasonably sized force could have entered my swamps and lived. And all this before I built any Drown, recruited my hero unit (Sons of Yoshi-kami; combination divine/melee unit), or mined that shiny, shiny mithral in my capital swamps.

EDIT: Oh yeah, one more evil plan. I found out during the zombie crisis that the seed of the undertow lily can be planted in any mammal's head and sprout, turning them into a living zombie of the Old Ones. That was going to be my gift to every firstborn son (and POW) of any nation that declared on me - that's right, I was going biblical on y'all.

 

[orangelex44]

Before I begin the story proper, a few explanations.

Immac knows exactly how long I tried to find a loophole within the Council charter. Master did his job well; the thing really was really well-written, considering the time frame it was in and the fact that I was actively trying to leave a few gaps in it. In the end, I did manage to find my escape route, but it wasn’t in the Charter at all… it was in the signatures. I always find my loophole… haha!

“I, Adam of the Sidar, hereby swear that all of the resolves and tenets of this Second Treaty of Shroudane will be upheld by myself and my successors to be obeyed as law throughout my lands.”
I had to change my government. Not just slightly, but greatly – enough so that whoever took office couldn’t be considered a “successor”. I needed some kind of revolution, or a coup. I settled on coup, tied it into the creation of Ghosts (which had been long-planned, but oft-delayed), and just to top it off kicked in my worldspell too. Divided Souls.

The end cost would have been a rough stability hit, but not a crippling one. If, as I suspected, a war broke out my low-ish stability wouldn’t have caused any problems (wars trump stability!). Plus, I was going to use the coup excuse to change to the Welfare civic, making stability a nonissue.

And so we have this. It actually ties everything together rather well, bringing in pretty much all my characters to date (except for the other two of the Three Brothers). It’s not quite finished, and it won’t ever be. Three thousand words is enough, and it’s more fun to let the reader wonder who held the sword.

For the nth time: I wasn’t planning on attacking (with military units, anyway). I just wanted to be left alone while I finished my transition to Good, and then start causing ‘Al/Corbus slave rebellions, and instigate tensions between the Hallowed and the slavers/dwarves who still haven’t done anything about the slavers.

Immac, I once again have to congratulate you on an excellent, excellent NES. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and my only regret is that I didn’t capture Rinwel Island. I had plans for that, though – I hoped the Syrii would accept a dual-ownership.

(Oh, and on the Syriian issue, they didn’t necessarily have to go to war. I just had to make it seem like they would, to try and prevent naval assaults and trickery. So long as I didn’t love Darkvale, I could have kept fighting for a long, long time… that one city was providing more than 50 gold/turn, plus the Arch!)

(And a second afterthought: should things have truly gone south, I would have tried to take as many people as I could and beg the Syriians for sanctuary, and rebuilt as best I could. Never say die!)


Oh, and could everyone not post for maybe 10-20 minutes, so I can get all of this together? Thanks.

 

[kenkrajen]

u still refuse to give me any credit for practically writing the whole treaty, and submitting it to master for editing. ur ego is huge. anybody have an ego shrinking gun?

bout ur signature. wasn't a loophole. successor means anyone who rules the Sidar nation after adam. doesn't have to be the same government. u would have got smited. that's why i set up the signature format like that.

 

[orangelex44]

Spoiler :

THRUM.

Pause.

THRUM.

THRUM.

THRUM.

A steady beat, timed to match the heart. The Sidar had never used to use drums, but even an undying people changed. Immortals must change more than anyone, since those who do not change soon become villains to the world. Perfection can never last; what is good today becomes an ill tomorrow.

THRUM.
THRUM.
THRUM.

His heart beat faster, and the drums carried apace. Did he follow them, or did they follow he? Or were they both mandated by some other? He knew the gods, and though they were powerful they could not have done such a thing. Perhaps the gods’ gods could; he did not know if such existed. Perhaps, since men could appoint gods of their own.

THRUMTHRUMTHURM.

And then the long pause. Perhaps, for things such as this, even time could bow its head and respect. Let one savor the moment. Or, perhaps, dread it. Everyone differed, and he knew that he was far from the average person. In this age, anyway.

Ah, well. It was no matter. These thoughts were only diversions from his real purpose, and not exactly welcome ones either. Just diversions, the product of an overactive and overtired mind.

Time waits for no man, and Death does not either.

Ah, screw him. He can wait for another second.

The sword was sharp, the arm strong. There was little blood.

And the drums beat for Adam the Undying, first king of the Sidar.



How had it come to this? He wondered if Adam had ever thought the same. Probably; he had been old, old enough to have thought pretty much everything that could be.

Really, it was not a tough question to answer. He knew every step of the path, had reviewed every decision, and still could not see the way to any other answer than this. The eternal complaint of the pawn, that he must be sacrificed and worse, that he be willing to do so.



Earlier:

“Horonz! Thank the gods you returned.” Björk welcomed the taller man warmly. She would have been considered pale in any nation but Sidar, and Horonz made everyone but Aod himself look fully tanned. Aod was a special case, though. He always was.

He smiled, and received his hug graciously.

“I can never stay away long. I always feel that without me around, something is sure to go wrong – and poor Aod cannot long bear to drink alone.” He glanced around the throne room. “Although, he seems to be gone more and more, so perhaps not.” The smile was a frown, now.

A grimace from his companion. “Yes, it seems like he only comes back so that he can leave again immediately. He’s almost as bad as you, although at least I know where you go off to. How is Kharghus, by the way? Is he ready to come to court again?”

“He would already be here, if the choice was his to make. As it stands, he was supposed to have left only a couple days after I, and although I’m sure I traveled faster he should still be here within the week. It will be good to see him around here again. Or hear him, at least – he’s enjoying his condition a bit too much, and loves to pop in and out of sight at random. Bothers the hell out of me, which is surely why he does it.”

Horonz began walking around the room, checking to see if everything was where it should be. As always, he found things that weren’t, and busied himself moving things around. He avoided the empty throne.

“Lady… where is Adam?”

Björk flushed just a little; she was a master at controlling her emotions but among the Sidar, few things passed unnoticed - and even a light tint of red was glaringly obvious a face like hers.

“I do not know. Lately he has been disappearing for a couple hours a day, and no one knows where it is he goes. I think he is communicating with him somehow. He should be back within the hour, and I’m sure he will be glad to see you. He might even remember your name.”

Horonz paused. “Gone to visit Death, you say? Hmmm. How very interesting.”

Björk looked at him closely. “Is there something I should know? You Sidar are so damned secretive. Please, Horonz, tell me what you suspect.”

“I suspect nothing, really.” Horonz visibly shook himself. “It’s not even a hunch, really. It’s just that Kharghus… well, when he gets here, you’ll have to talk to him. Perhaps you will make the connection I know is there, but am missing.”

He resumed his duties, and Björk’s eyes never left his back. He avoid both her and the empty throne.




The trouble with being a pawn is that you need to know the game. Chess, or checkers? For you see, in one you must always protect the king, while in the other…


It was not easy to do, but when you can become the next best thing to invisible it wasn’t impossible. The only people better at keeping a prisoner than guards are doctors.

It was in that hour just before dawn, when the light comes not from the sun but seemingly comes into being of its own accord. Perfect for him, since in the dusk he was even harder to perceive than in true darkness.

Kharghus did not know how a man who only wore white could be so stealthy, but Aod could probably appear out of thin air if he wanted to. Kharghus knew that better than anyone, but somehow the other man always managed to surprise him. He was also surprised at how much it bothered him that Aod could always see him perfectly. He was talking his new abilities too much for granted.

“Well, Aod?”

“They’re ready to begin the test. It won’t be today, nor tomorrow; most of them are afraid at what will happen when they try. But it’ll be soon.”

Those glasses of his meant you couldn’t see his eyes. No eyes mean no tears, Kharghus thought. Does no tears mean no sorrow?

“Good.” He needed some of those glasses. “How many in the first run?”

“Well, they’ve realized that doing one at a time is impossible. There are a few more than two hundred volunteers at the moment – mostly ours - but they won’t use them all at once. I’d bet on fifty, and pretty much all the rest in the second.”

“So it’ll have to be the second run, then. I would rather the third, but you can’t have everything.” There was a long pause. “I suppose all plots have their difficulties.”

Aod laughed. “Yes, yes they do. I suppose that were we as old as our experiences, we would know that.”

Another pause. “This feels ill, Aod. You are certain he knows?”

“Of course. He knows everything, even before he hears it from our master. Would I be here otherwise? Could I be here?”

“I don’t know.”

A final pause. This one didn’t end; both parties left. Neither wanted to hear whatever response that would finally come, or who would say it.



… kings are quite, quite expendable.

Perhaps that is why chess seems to be the royal’s game, while checkers lies within the peasant’s realm. No man in power likes to think his worth is no greater than any others’. The peasants have the better thought of it, or perhaps a better knowledge.

Chess has the better of it when it comes to knights, though. Some pieces jump unexpectedly.

 

[orangelex44]

Spoiler :

Horonz rather liked the new guards. Invisible is best when it comes to armsmen. You want people to forget they’re there.

“So, Kharghus, it looks like you’re no longer irreplaceable.” Aod had returned a week after the priest had, and for once he seemed to be content to remain for longer than a couple days. That worthy had provided another of Lord Brekringe’s finest bottles, and as Horonz spoke he held out a glass for another refill.

“Meh. You don’t want to be irreplaceable. You only get the easiest jobs or the hardest, and the while the latter makes up for the former’s boringness they also tend to leave you in our Lord’s palace. I’ve already visited once, so I think it can wait for a while.” His glass was empty, too – or perhaps the white wine was just too hard to see. “Besides, I was making Aod jealous. He likes to be the only irreplaceable one.”

“Irreplaceable? Me? Nothing of the sort. All you need to do is talk with the Big Man a bit, and borrow my dagger here.” He gestured at his chest. “I could put in a word, if you’re interested.”

They all started laughing once more. It was almost like the old days, Horonz thought. Almost. He remembered his conversation with Björk from a couple weeks ago, and recognized that same feeling of not quite making a connection. Aod and Kharghus both seemed comfortable on the outside, but he knew them too well. Something was digging at them, the same as everyone else. Even the dullards at court were beginning to suspect something was amiss, and were stepping lightly.

He listened as the other two continued their banter, and took his time with this latest glass. Björk was quietly talking to Adam, way off in the far corner beyond the throne. She was outwardly calm, but whatever Adam was saying she was not enjoying. Even the new guards seemed unsettled. Perhaps it was all his imagination, but even as he thought that he recognized a whistle in the dark.

Some connection was missing. He wondered if he’d see it before it fell into place.



But enough of this. There’s a job to do, the more fool he to volunteer for it. Adam was lucky, in a way; he’d carried the banner far enough, and well deserved the rest. Would he be strong enough to finish the job his king had started? He rather suspected not.

It is odd, how some things can alter greatly in part but remain the same in whole. Did the world ever truly change, or was there always the same pattern to it? Some rise, some fall, some are good, some are evil. Maybe the Dagdans had the right of it, to advocate Balance.

Which is worse: to think that your actions mean nothing in the greater scheme, or that they mean everything? He could not tell.



He was superior. He acted, when his fellows thought. What use are ideals if you do nothing with them? His may not be perfect, but they were enacted. Some of his fellows failed to realize that you didn’t always have all the time in the world, but he did. He was superior.

He’d volunteered. They were calling themselves the “Ghosts”. A good enough name, and an honorable one. It had taken too much time, too much empty waiting, but finally he would be remade today, able to act as he’d always desired.

The Arch stood before him, and some hundred of the Ghosts beside him. The mages and priests stood behind him, and were well into their spells. For many long minutes, the space within the Arch had been turning darker, then lighter – but the light that was within it did not come from this sun. The Dead Lands. The Nether Plane. The Final Resting Place. Call it what you will, it was there, and he was ready to enter, to become a knight in service. It looked like an endless green meadow, and surprisingly empty.

The first rank, thirty men across, stepped into the portal. He watched jealously, from his spot in the second… but his time came too, and as one he moved with twenty-nine others into the Neverending Home.

It wasn’t painful. That rather surprised him, since crucibles required heat. All one hundred and twenty men simply stood, a bare handbreadth past the Arch’s gate. Then the ranks turned around, and walked back.

Now there was pain, or at least feeling. He felt a loss, an uncomfortable void, and a separation. Nothing unbearable, but it could be called a kind of pain. Then he turned around once more, and didn’t know what to feel.

One hundred and twenty men stood in perfect formation on this side of the gate. One hundred and twenty stood at the far side. All two hundred and forty had various expressions of awe, amazement, fear, and refusal – all of which were difficult to detect for those outside of the formations, as all were only partially visible. Then the second formation marched through the Arch.



He looked at the map before him. It centered on Darkvale, and extended out over nearly all the lands of the Council, the Syrii, and the Corbus. He ignored the bit of Edsunland and Kurio that included, focusing mostly on Alsidar.

The ‘Al to the far west. Hallowed on the west border, dwarves on the northwest. The north, empty for now. Could the Syrii hold the eastern seas? Would they? The Corbus, always a mix of victim and threat to the south. An interesting map; and the Sidar lay in the middle of it.

The letter to the Council had been sent, but not yet received. The same went for those to the Corbus, the Syrii, the League, the Three Nations… he could still end this before it began.

Ah, hell. Time waits for no man, and Death doesn’t either. There was a dagger in his hand, and he thrust it into the map as he stood. Directly into Darkvale.



It was easier, now. No more doctors. Kharghus didn’t even have to skulk, although he didn’t mind skulking. Sitting in a bar with drinks was nicer, though.

Kharghus and Aod were sitting at an isolated corner table, the kind that every place like this one keeps for discussions like the one they were having.

“So it’s done, then. All except for the easy part.” Kharghus snorted, and slammed back the rest of the glass. There was a full one sitting next to it, and he switched his grip to it.

“Exactly. Now all that has to happen is for you to say ‘go’.”

“Me? Why me?” Kharghus tilted his head as he looked at the other man. “Did the Big Man change his mind now?”

“Of course not.” Aod gave a small smile. “But he did… obscure things.”

Kharghus put his glass down.

“Things like what, Aod?”

“Well, nothing you shouldn’t have connected beforehand. For instance, you certainly didn’t think I was going to be able to take the glory? It would restrict my usefulness.”

“Like what, Aod? Tell me, or I’ll shove another dagger in another organ of yours.”

“Touchy, touchy. The Big Man doesn’t want General Applebay to take the throne. He wants you.”

“What?!? And you tell me this now?”

“You wouldn’t have helped otherwise.”

“But Applebay is perfect. He’s honorable, intelligent – Adam even knows his name. He’ll be fine.”

“He wants the job. You don’t. To the Big Man, that makes you better for it. I happen to agree.”

Kharghus’s face was quite, quite red. With anger, fear, anxiousness… he didn’t know what.

“Damn you both, then. I decline, and Death can shove it.”

For the first time in a long time, Aod’s mask cracked. For just a second, he was furious.

“You can’t say that, Kharghus. You know that. We all have to make sacrifices – you think I enjoy my part in this? Does anyone? Your part happens to be slightly more unpleasant than most, but you’ll do it. You have to.”

Silence from the other side of the table.

“That’s right. I’ve got to go; business to attend to. Ladies to visit, and all that. Be glad for the warning I gave you, and prepare.”

Aod got up and left, slightly more quickly than if he was as calm as he seemed. Kharghus stayed, one hand on the drink, until the bar closed. He never got to a third glass.


He walked out of the tent. The encampment was rather small, but the new doctrine the Army had come up with meant that a relatively small force like this should still be effective. Especially when they were Ghosts; “the elite, the unseen, the duty-bound.” Not such a bad motto, he supposed.

Two out of three isn’t bad.



Would today be the day? He hoped so. He’d hoped the same yesterday, and the day before… it had been a long, long time since he hadn’t hoped for it, yearned for it.

The wait had probably been good for him, though. He’d made his peace with Pain, conquered Memory, been comforted by Death. Learned Patience, or perhaps re-learned it.

He could wait.

 

[orangelex44]

Spoiler :

The unit stood before him, awaiting his speech.

“Well…” He began, then paused.

“Let’s go then.”



Horonz knew. Perhaps his brain had been working on the problem below the surface, perhaps it was just a flash of intuition, perhaps it was some revelation of the gods, but he knew.

There had been one too many guards. Nine, when there should have been eight. That was the spark, the last bit of knowledge to make the connection.

He did nothing. In later years, he would spend hours – days – wondering why, but it would be a curious wondering, not agonizing. Perhaps the same hidden part of him that finally put it together had also discerned the motivations, and agreed with them.

He stood, as usual, near the exit and watched. Björk was near him. He turned slightly to her.

“It will happen today.” His certainty was still a bit surprising to him.

She nodded. “Were you told?”

“No.” He sighed slightly. “I think he knows me too well. They both do. They knew how I’d react, and how I wouldn’t. I do wonder who’s mad idea this was.”

“His, I’m sure.” A gesture to the throne. “It fits his nature.”

“I guess.” And then silence, as they both prepared themselves as well as they could.

Upon the throne, Adam rose.

“Horonz! The entertainment, please.”

Horonz smiled sadly. So he had known the name – and knew that Horonz had finished the puzzle. Always another surprise, with him. He opened the door, and ushered the musical group in.

THRUM.

And ken, I asked Immac about it, and he signed off on my plan. So I would have been able to get away with it

 

[kenkrajen]

he might have. but it still doesn't make sense within the literal terms of the treaty.

successor - n.
1. a person or thing that succeeds or follows.
2. a person who succeeds another in an office, position, or the like.

in either definition, whatever person or group of people comes to rule the Sidar after Adam is a successor, even if it is not the same government. that's why i put those words there. so i think immac would have seen reason. of course we can also just wait and see for a final judgement

 

[orangelex44]

You can't expect a different government to be bound by the actions of the one before it.

 

[Seon]

Wait a minute, vampires?

Wow. Just wow guys. Soo much secret stuffs! And yeah, do you know that the paintings of lizard people fighting cannibals were pretty much correct in every way? I just didn't know about the treasure...

Oh yeah, there were bones in the cave with it's marrows sucked out and some summoning circles in the cave. It could also be used as a fortress, as it had its own miniature farms capable of growing various herbs and mushrooms to feed its inhabitants and plenty of rooms filled with beds and even a few armories. Well, then I got the irresistable urge to collapse the entire thing.

(it was the sacred place of Kanna)