dragon13
Chieftain
Iggy, any chance that you could add another civ because i cant seem to find one that isnt taken already. 
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Kentharu
Zebra Commander
LOL PENGUINS!!! KILLER PENGUINS
darn i wish i could pick them!!! lol just imagine that killer penguins destroying the human race!
nicely done Iggy
darn i wish i could pick them!!! lol just imagine that killer penguins destroying the human race!
nicely done Iggy
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Magenta Man- My mother's family is Ashkenazi (German, Central, and Eastern European) Jewish and my Fathers side is Irish Catholic (he converted though) with Hungarian and English hints thrown in. I live in Chicago, the best city in the whole freakin world! Long live Chicago! Death to Springfield! Death to Wisconsin! Death to Indiana! Death to Iowa! Death to Missouri!
IC:
To Songhai
From Abyssinia
We are not sure of what it is that you want. Do you wish for us to send troops into the lands of Ur? Do you want us to transport these people back to you on the backs of the rocs and in the hands of the winds? Please, we would be most pleased to know what it is that you want exactly. Also, as a token of good will, your messenger will be returned to you carried on the winds, along with a bird form the royal menagerie of Aksum to allow communication to flow much more easily between us.
IC:
To Songhai
From Abyssinia
We are not sure of what it is that you want. Do you wish for us to send troops into the lands of Ur? Do you want us to transport these people back to you on the backs of the rocs and in the hands of the winds? Please, we would be most pleased to know what it is that you want exactly. Also, as a token of good will, your messenger will be returned to you carried on the winds, along with a bird form the royal menagerie of Aksum to allow communication to flow much more easily between us.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Another story
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"Koormis the Elder?" asked the young messenger from the door of the library.
"Some call me that" barked Koormis in reply, "but you, young leashling*, can call me Sir"
"Sorry sir" The young man answered.
"Now what is it you want?"
"On the okralruserk of the Lord in Green. Versilimos of the white tower requests your presence"
Koormis frowned at the word taken from the language of the icy primitives that had dwelt around the Sea of Voormithadreth before the arrival of the Hyperboreans, and now crowded the towns lower districts. In his day the Old tongue had been kept pure from such base infiltrations.
"Word-of-authority eh? Does he not feel his own word is enough to bait me form my lair?"
"Nosir"
"An honest man working for Versilimos? I wonder how such a marvel came about."
"Well..."
"That was not a question young man" Koormis interrupted, lifting his heavy cloak off the wall "Now lead on."
They left Koormis squat tower and walked out into the city, the messenger taking them to the covered walkways, out of deference to Koormis age. Koormis growled inwardly at this pity - although he had never mastered the magics to halt aging in the way that give the Lord in Green and a few of his close councilors amortality, his limited skill had still given him the body of a hale man in his fifties as he approached his 3rd half century. However, it was still winter, and with just a few hours of sunlight each day he had better things to do than to complain about taking the easy route.
They soon drew near to the house of Versilimos's family - a well made tower, at four stories one of the tallest in Na-Uzuldaroum, with the topmost portions made from an unusual white stone which gave the tower its name.
"I will announce myself leashling, I'm sure you have other tasks to scurry about on"
"But sir..."
"Go" said Koormis turning and opening the main door.
The base of the tower, as was standard, consisted of one large room around a central fire. Several of Versilimos sons, at least from the look of their build and black hair, sat cleaning their gear in front of it, whilst a pair of native women prepared food in another corner.
"So tell me dogs, where is your spineless cur of a father?" Koormis spat venomously. As one the young men turned and drew their weapons, a cold and murderous glint in their eyes.
"Voormis, Renimos, Delwoor, Hold!" Koormis flinched at that last name. And turned towards the tall white-haired man coming down the staircase.
"Do you really believe any son of yours should carry your grandfathers name? Even if they are twice the men you are they still will not be worthy!"
"Koormis, so good of you to come, won't you join me in my study? I'm sure the Lord would love to hear how cooperative your being"
Koormis scowled again, and followed Versilimos up the stairs. Arriving in the Commanders study, he noted with some interest the many sealskin maps pile on the desk.
"Well?"
"Koormis, of all the Priests and summoners of your puissance, the Lord in Green holds you highest in his estimation. Not for your sweet ways or kind nature, or even for your skills, which while excellent, are not of the highest caliber..."
"If this is flattery then you have much to learn, dog"
"..But rather because you have always put the nation and the city first; working tirelessly to its promotion, even giving your only son to the guard..."
"My only son, lost through your incompetence!"
Versilimos continued on relentlessly "Which is why he is asking you, through me, to begin work on a mighty host of summoned horrors, battlebred horrors"
"Why, what is he planning?"
"In the cities initial expansion, the natives welcomed us with open arms..."
"Polluting our Hyperborean blood in the process!"
"Yes, but please stop interrupting me or I may become angry. As I was saying, with open arms. Recently however numerous bands have begun resisting our rightful spread into their territory, and the lord and council fear a repeat of the events twenty years ago when you lost your son"
"Hmmm"
"You may not get what revenge you wish for me, but perhaps if you turn your anger outward to benefit of all..."
"Very well, Commander"
"Excellent, if you battle anything like you spew curses in council then the savages will never know what hit them!"
*A small, weak, summoned horror; such as an apprentices first try. Expanded meaning to include any creature barely worthy of notice.
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"Koormis the Elder?" asked the young messenger from the door of the library.
"Some call me that" barked Koormis in reply, "but you, young leashling*, can call me Sir"
"Sorry sir" The young man answered.
"Now what is it you want?"
"On the okralruserk of the Lord in Green. Versilimos of the white tower requests your presence"
Koormis frowned at the word taken from the language of the icy primitives that had dwelt around the Sea of Voormithadreth before the arrival of the Hyperboreans, and now crowded the towns lower districts. In his day the Old tongue had been kept pure from such base infiltrations.
"Word-of-authority eh? Does he not feel his own word is enough to bait me form my lair?"
"Nosir"
"An honest man working for Versilimos? I wonder how such a marvel came about."
"Well..."
"That was not a question young man" Koormis interrupted, lifting his heavy cloak off the wall "Now lead on."
They left Koormis squat tower and walked out into the city, the messenger taking them to the covered walkways, out of deference to Koormis age. Koormis growled inwardly at this pity - although he had never mastered the magics to halt aging in the way that give the Lord in Green and a few of his close councilors amortality, his limited skill had still given him the body of a hale man in his fifties as he approached his 3rd half century. However, it was still winter, and with just a few hours of sunlight each day he had better things to do than to complain about taking the easy route.
They soon drew near to the house of Versilimos's family - a well made tower, at four stories one of the tallest in Na-Uzuldaroum, with the topmost portions made from an unusual white stone which gave the tower its name.
"I will announce myself leashling, I'm sure you have other tasks to scurry about on"
"But sir..."
"Go" said Koormis turning and opening the main door.
The base of the tower, as was standard, consisted of one large room around a central fire. Several of Versilimos sons, at least from the look of their build and black hair, sat cleaning their gear in front of it, whilst a pair of native women prepared food in another corner.
"So tell me dogs, where is your spineless cur of a father?" Koormis spat venomously. As one the young men turned and drew their weapons, a cold and murderous glint in their eyes.
"Voormis, Renimos, Delwoor, Hold!" Koormis flinched at that last name. And turned towards the tall white-haired man coming down the staircase.
"Do you really believe any son of yours should carry your grandfathers name? Even if they are twice the men you are they still will not be worthy!"
"Koormis, so good of you to come, won't you join me in my study? I'm sure the Lord would love to hear how cooperative your being"
Koormis scowled again, and followed Versilimos up the stairs. Arriving in the Commanders study, he noted with some interest the many sealskin maps pile on the desk.
"Well?"
"Koormis, of all the Priests and summoners of your puissance, the Lord in Green holds you highest in his estimation. Not for your sweet ways or kind nature, or even for your skills, which while excellent, are not of the highest caliber..."
"If this is flattery then you have much to learn, dog"
"..But rather because you have always put the nation and the city first; working tirelessly to its promotion, even giving your only son to the guard..."
"My only son, lost through your incompetence!"
Versilimos continued on relentlessly "Which is why he is asking you, through me, to begin work on a mighty host of summoned horrors, battlebred horrors"
"Why, what is he planning?"
"In the cities initial expansion, the natives welcomed us with open arms..."
"Polluting our Hyperborean blood in the process!"
"Yes, but please stop interrupting me or I may become angry. As I was saying, with open arms. Recently however numerous bands have begun resisting our rightful spread into their territory, and the lord and council fear a repeat of the events twenty years ago when you lost your son"
"Hmmm"
"You may not get what revenge you wish for me, but perhaps if you turn your anger outward to benefit of all..."
"Very well, Commander"
"Excellent, if you battle anything like you spew curses in council then the savages will never know what hit them!"
*A small, weak, summoned horror; such as an apprentices first try. Expanded meaning to include any creature barely worthy of notice.
das
Regeneration In Process
From: Tripolye
To: Polarbearum
We suggest a military alliance against the penguin aggressors.
To: Polarbearum
We suggest a military alliance against the penguin aggressors.
das
Regeneration In Process
The polar bears know no wrong poles! In fact, Poles as a nationality will most probably not appear, not after we're done with them... 
das
Regeneration In Process
It is a matter of great irony that it all started in Canada, or rather in what would have been, in our world, Canada.
Uh, basically, I forgot, in NES2 II, to have an army of Britannian crusaders conquer the Scotian colonies in Labrador and the whereabouts, and needed an excuse (polar bear guerrila raids). And from there, the polar bears rose to their current position of internesional hegemony...
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Hmm... I'll join. Can I get a small stats bonus for starting late?
Name: Elgovia
Capital: Dashiv
Ruler: Lord
Government: Monarchy (rotating)
Population: 2000
Location: North/Middle America
Economy: Stable (3/3/4)
Education: Average
Technology: Bronze age
Loyalty: Tolerating
Army: 100 infantry
Navy: 10 galleys
Magic: 10 High Chaosiers
UU: Awakened Ripple
Projects: Logrus Vat
Description: Elgovia is best described as a nation of individuals, holding together because each has an interest or reason of their own. These vary from profit and mutual defense to glory and knowledge.
The mages of Elgovia channel the powers of Chaos to bring forth change, be it growth or destruction.
Long description and history:
The power source of Elgovian mages is the substance called Trafe. It is chaos given form; to touch it is to change. It is only ever stored in special crystal containers made specially resistant to its powers, and even these are replaced every month.
Trafe is surprisingly heavy, with one full crystal phial weighing in at three pounds.
By general tradition, mages have first claim on any source or amount of Trafe, anywhere. In practice, mages barter for this wonderful substance, well aware that another mage may attempt to claim it for themselves, seeing as how private persons really have no right to it.
Several Elgovian terms derive from this, such as "Trafe-face" for an ugly person or "Trafe-legged" for someone with a limp.
Elgovia is ruled by the Danshar; a non-hereditary monarch chosen anew every three years (although the Danshar may declare a new Ceremony of Selection ahead of time).
The Ceremony of Selection lasts for a week. During the first five days, ten magi scour the realm for persons they consider suitable for the throne; any person so asked may refuse, and the mage must find another.
On the sixth day, the current Danshar and the challengers attend a formal banquet in the capital, Dashiv. They are served exactly one course: A phial* of Trafe.
Tradition holds that one spoonful will drive a man mad and make his face unrecognizable; two will turn him into a shapeless, gibbering mass, and three are deadly to anything mortal.
The future Danshar is the one who consumes the most Trafe and is still in fit condition to rule. This creates a fine balance between eating little enough to stay fit and eating more than the others.
*twelve spoonfuls
In recent times, Elgovia has unified somewhat as a nation. While the people remain diverse, their goals have begun to align. The most recent Danshar has ordered integration of the national mages and the regular troops.
Also, he is putting out rewards for skilled glass-blowers, any mages with mastery of craftmanship, and indeed any skilled worker for a great project.
OOC: Begin creation of the project "Logrus Vat", a crystal hemisphere six feet in diameter set into the ground, filled to the brim with Trafe.
Effects: +10 mages to army, +2 mages a turn (high background magic levels), +1 economy level.
Unique Unit - Awakened Ripple
Awakened Ripples are rare creatures indeed, as the creation of one requires not only the expenditure of five phials of Trafe, but also a person willing to freely turn over his existence to Chaos.
The resulting being from such a ritual is nothing less than a sentient, local distortion of reality. Imagine, if you will, a creature of twisted glass. It has a shape of its own, but is not visible, save by the distortion it inflicts on light passing through it. Then amplify the distortion: make it residual, let the creature walk and speak. As it takes a step, the ground chars and scorches, on a second, the grass grows with a speed visible to the naked eye, on a third step, the creature is suddenly surrounded by a dense, reddish fog.
This is an Awakened Ripple - chaos given form, twisting the universe in unpredictable ways.
Yet raw chaos would be simply noise, so even here there is some order. The creature is man-shaped, intelligent, and answers to the name of the person it was created from.
Nation Notes:
Magical Ranks
Grandmaster (almost never attained in practice)
Archmage
High Chaosier (the ones in the starting stats)
Chaosier
Journeyman Mage
Initiate (almost anyone can get accepted to this level, simply by a little Trafe exposure)
Military Organization (assuming you're adding a zero to the stats, which I support, since 2000 people is not a nation)
a) The Danshar (with aide), who commands
b) 8 Master Warcraftsmen, each of whom command
c) 5 Lord-Generals, again commanding
d) 6 Knight-Lieutenants.
Basic army troops report directly to Knight-Lieutenants at present.
Well, that's my starting post... hope you liked it, I seem to have a flair for writing in this style... ORDERS ARE IN THE NEXT POST SO AS NOT TO GET DROWNED IN THIS LONG POST.
Name: Elgovia
Capital: Dashiv
Ruler: Lord
Government: Monarchy (rotating)
Population: 2000
Location: North/Middle America
Economy: Stable (3/3/4)
Education: Average
Technology: Bronze age
Loyalty: Tolerating
Army: 100 infantry
Navy: 10 galleys
Magic: 10 High Chaosiers
UU: Awakened Ripple
Projects: Logrus Vat
Description: Elgovia is best described as a nation of individuals, holding together because each has an interest or reason of their own. These vary from profit and mutual defense to glory and knowledge.
The mages of Elgovia channel the powers of Chaos to bring forth change, be it growth or destruction.
Long description and history:
The power source of Elgovian mages is the substance called Trafe. It is chaos given form; to touch it is to change. It is only ever stored in special crystal containers made specially resistant to its powers, and even these are replaced every month.
Trafe is surprisingly heavy, with one full crystal phial weighing in at three pounds.
By general tradition, mages have first claim on any source or amount of Trafe, anywhere. In practice, mages barter for this wonderful substance, well aware that another mage may attempt to claim it for themselves, seeing as how private persons really have no right to it.
Several Elgovian terms derive from this, such as "Trafe-face" for an ugly person or "Trafe-legged" for someone with a limp.
Elgovia is ruled by the Danshar; a non-hereditary monarch chosen anew every three years (although the Danshar may declare a new Ceremony of Selection ahead of time).
The Ceremony of Selection lasts for a week. During the first five days, ten magi scour the realm for persons they consider suitable for the throne; any person so asked may refuse, and the mage must find another.
On the sixth day, the current Danshar and the challengers attend a formal banquet in the capital, Dashiv. They are served exactly one course: A phial* of Trafe.
Tradition holds that one spoonful will drive a man mad and make his face unrecognizable; two will turn him into a shapeless, gibbering mass, and three are deadly to anything mortal.
The future Danshar is the one who consumes the most Trafe and is still in fit condition to rule. This creates a fine balance between eating little enough to stay fit and eating more than the others.
*twelve spoonfuls
In recent times, Elgovia has unified somewhat as a nation. While the people remain diverse, their goals have begun to align. The most recent Danshar has ordered integration of the national mages and the regular troops.
Also, he is putting out rewards for skilled glass-blowers, any mages with mastery of craftmanship, and indeed any skilled worker for a great project.
OOC: Begin creation of the project "Logrus Vat", a crystal hemisphere six feet in diameter set into the ground, filled to the brim with Trafe.
Effects: +10 mages to army, +2 mages a turn (high background magic levels), +1 economy level.
Unique Unit - Awakened Ripple
Awakened Ripples are rare creatures indeed, as the creation of one requires not only the expenditure of five phials of Trafe, but also a person willing to freely turn over his existence to Chaos.
The resulting being from such a ritual is nothing less than a sentient, local distortion of reality. Imagine, if you will, a creature of twisted glass. It has a shape of its own, but is not visible, save by the distortion it inflicts on light passing through it. Then amplify the distortion: make it residual, let the creature walk and speak. As it takes a step, the ground chars and scorches, on a second, the grass grows with a speed visible to the naked eye, on a third step, the creature is suddenly surrounded by a dense, reddish fog.
This is an Awakened Ripple - chaos given form, twisting the universe in unpredictable ways.
Yet raw chaos would be simply noise, so even here there is some order. The creature is man-shaped, intelligent, and answers to the name of the person it was created from.
Nation Notes:
Magical Ranks
Grandmaster (almost never attained in practice)
Archmage
High Chaosier (the ones in the starting stats)
Chaosier
Journeyman Mage
Initiate (almost anyone can get accepted to this level, simply by a little Trafe exposure)
Military Organization (assuming you're adding a zero to the stats, which I support, since 2000 people is not a nation)
a) The Danshar (with aide), who commands
b) 8 Master Warcraftsmen, each of whom command
c) 5 Lord-Generals, again commanding
d) 6 Knight-Lieutenants.
Basic army troops report directly to Knight-Lieutenants at present.
Well, that's my starting post... hope you liked it, I seem to have a flair for writing in this style... ORDERS ARE IN THE NEXT POST SO AS NOT TO GET DROWNED IN THIS LONG POST.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
ORDERS FOR THE NATION OF ELGOVIA
1 point of economy to bettering the economy
1 point of economy to increasing national education
1 point of economy to construction of the Logrus Vat
Expand as normal.
Yes, I'll PM these too, I want to make sure they're seen by everyone.
1 point of economy to bettering the economy
1 point of economy to increasing national education
1 point of economy to construction of the Logrus Vat
Expand as normal.
Yes, I'll PM these too, I want to make sure they're seen by everyone.
dragon13
Chieftain
Name
ur Khaz
Capital:Graz-Jurek
Ruler:Khaz the defiler
Government:Monarchy
Population: 2000
Economy: Stable (3/3/4
Education: Average
Technology: Bronze age
Loyalty: Tolerating
Army: 100 infantry
Navy: 10 galleys
Magic: 10 Necromancers (Necromancy)
UU:? dont know what that means
Projects:Vault of Souls
Description
ur KhazCapital:Graz-Jurek
Ruler:Khaz the defiler
Government:Monarchy
Population: 2000
Economy: Stable (3/3/4
Education: Average
Technology: Bronze age
Loyalty: Tolerating
Army: 100 infantry
Navy: 10 galleys
Magic: 10 Necromancers (Necromancy)
UU:? dont know what that means
Projects:Vault of Souls
Description
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
dragon13 said:
This is your Unique Unit a type of troop that only you can build and has bonuses over normal troops based on the description and flavour you give it (also costs more typically). In this NES this is some sort of magical beasty/special formation of magic users ie the Dragonriders of Ur or the Mongol Koke who teleport over the battle field.
dragon13 said:
What does this do? Evocative name though.
dragon13 said:
Would be nice
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Erik Mesoy said:
Yey, I was getting...Lonely
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Dairy of Krippa / Antigone 19th 256
(portrait of Krippa)
A storm brewed on the frontlines. Such a tempest could not be imagined by my eyes. The fires scorching these lands like the black plague. What hope do men have against such an enemy. This pure immolation.
I am Krippa. In this first entry I shall say only this. Do not judge me, or these wizards who command me. I am a simple soldier, in the front lines. A war hardened brute. Some cold killer with no remorse. Oh but I am a justified murderer, for I am on the side of good, I am indeed no more a civilized man than those barbarians of the north. Those Picts, that is their wretched name, those demons who fought only for their lives against us. The Razgary we are called. The flame lords in a world so musty it might seem insane. But we, the Gorin, shall not be denied. We, the hammers that fall upon this iron, shall not shatter.
(rendering of the Battle of Tiny Hill)
I bring you now to the impending battle. Our War-Wizards have already eaten away at the ranks of those Picts. Now it is our turn, our time. we, the ordinary men, now march forward to meet these barbarians. Spears in hand and short swords upon our hips, we charged forwarded with screams to loud to compare. But no, as a huge volley of flame and smoldering death rose over us and slammed into our enemies. Now it was their screams that tore through these ears, that would seemingly rip away at our very flesh. Still we charged onto them and then came the sickening thud, or perhaps crunch of metal on metal and bones breaking force. Those Picts now crumbled before us, like fading nightmares, or ancient stone blocks. The battle was short. We had lost men but what they lost was inconceivable.
Dear gods what a sight it was, such horror this thing we had become, I had become! To my knees I sank and in tears I was blinded. What kind of sick glory was this. What gods would or could justify this horror! Such perverse things they think of sometimes but oh I pray now that they would hear me. Damn them! Damn them all with their fate and fortune damn them! Oh wretched wraiths, these gods are to have made this pathos.
I would have laid for a thousand years in this morbid glory were it not for the boy Yusha, son of Merzan himself.
sir, why do you weep? Is this not a good victory? We have won, yes? said he, standing there, wrapped in such naïve innocence.
nah good Lord, no victory is this, more so a curse! said I and with that I rose come Lord, look no longer on this scene, no innocent eyes should pry at this, come, I will take you back to your teachers
I lead him to the small hill top where the War-Wizards lay, as exhausted from the battle as I, and gave him back into their care
thank you soldier for returning this wart of a child back said one of them, giving the boy a stern glare before look back at me may I know your name?
I am Krippa I said a common soldier
I will tell the king of you Krippa, your deeds shall not be forgotten
thank you kind sir after that I took my leave and went back to my tent, where I began to write this.
ooc feed back guys? good? bad? hopefully this will give a loyalty bonus at the least
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Sure, now can I get some feedback on my nation and how you're going to "tone down" my magic, or am I free to write and do whatever I want?Lord_Iggy said:
I want to hear from the mod!!11!11one!
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