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Did you catch my PM, Iggy?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Iggy, I had some questions I posed in my orders. Would you be so kind as to answer them?
Yes, Kentharu 
, I'm glad you've gotten over it mostly as it seems.
As for you others =^_^=: Oh c'mon Kentharu was just standing there! I stab him in the back with a frig-spooning meatcleaver and he tells me to say sorry so I go 'i'm sorry' thinking everyone will pick up on it and whathefork it works so I take that lumberjack-axe and hit him again; and then he says as quiet as could be: I'm gonna get you for that bigass tree.
Besides he wanted to buy Iroqs. And I had to do it for my ally. And I'm totally peaceful in this NES. I'm Antarctica
, all we want to do is to be isolated.
and maybe conquer the world if you guys make it really easy... I mean I have this plan to become super-advanced and nuke you all to Gehenna 20,000 so we can be absolutely sure nothing ever happens to our civilization but that will have to wait
Very glad to see ya around lø Frod.
, I'm glad you've gotten over it mostly as it seems.As for you others =^_^=: Oh c'mon Kentharu was just standing there! I stab him in the back with a frig-spooning meatcleaver and he tells me to say sorry so I go 'i'm sorry' thinking everyone will pick up on it and whathefork it works so I take that lumberjack-axe and hit him again; and then he says as quiet as could be: I'm gonna get you for that bigass tree.
Besides he wanted to buy Iroqs. And I had to do it for my ally. And I'm totally peaceful in this NES. I'm Antarctica
, all we want to do is to be isolated.and maybe conquer the world if you guys make it really easy... I mean I have this plan to become super-advanced and nuke you all to Gehenna 20,000 so we can be absolutely sure nothing ever happens to our civilization but that will have to wait
Very glad to see ya around lø Frod.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Toteone = Maniac Backstabber Who Dosen't Understand Peace
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Yay! Stats are updated!
*goes to send orders*
I have 8 points to spend right?
*goes to send orders*
I have 8 points to spend right?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
The great skies above turned brighter. Uputsim looked up, and saw tiny strands of milky fog drift up from the ground, and around from the horizon. Those came from the distant and endless waters - the ocean. He had only heard rumors of it, and the wonderful beasts that lived in its depths. How he'd love to go there and see them all, he already knew all the sheep in his father's flock.
Uputsim loved all kinds of animals. And they loved him in turn, sensing his kind and caring nature. All, exept from the Lions. they were down there in the valley now, in his village. He know they were there to help with the drought, but he had to escape when he first saw the fearsome beasts. They were entirely different from any animal Uputsim had ever seen. Completely obedient to the mages, they were almost a part of them. Like lifeless tools at the hand of the magicwielders. Uputsim feared them, the mages, and the lions. But he knew the village would starve to death if they didn't help.
he had heard rumors, though. Little news traveled to this backwater settlement, but this did anyway: the lions were waning. Their numbers lessened with every passing year, and their bood was weakened. There were still many lions, and only the best were chosen as mages' mounts, but the weakening affected all of them. The cause was unknown, but breeding programs had helped to postpone a crisis. There would be one, though, if the cause was not found. Uputsim hoped it would not be.
Suddenly, taller clouds came rushing from the western horizon towards Uputsim, gathering in a large cluster as they approached. Their shadow fell on his face as he stared in awe and terror as the clouds became black as the raven's wings, and heavy with rain. Thunders pealed inside it, and birds and wildlife began to screech and seek shelter from the oncoming storm. Uputsim only stood there on the small hill, and watched. His excitement over actually seeing magic along with the numbing fear made him stand rigid with clenched fists. He wondered if he too should one day learn to wield such powers and learn the secrets of magic. Then the rain began.
Uputsim loved all kinds of animals. And they loved him in turn, sensing his kind and caring nature. All, exept from the Lions. they were down there in the valley now, in his village. He know they were there to help with the drought, but he had to escape when he first saw the fearsome beasts. They were entirely different from any animal Uputsim had ever seen. Completely obedient to the mages, they were almost a part of them. Like lifeless tools at the hand of the magicwielders. Uputsim feared them, the mages, and the lions. But he knew the village would starve to death if they didn't help.
he had heard rumors, though. Little news traveled to this backwater settlement, but this did anyway: the lions were waning. Their numbers lessened with every passing year, and their bood was weakened. There were still many lions, and only the best were chosen as mages' mounts, but the weakening affected all of them. The cause was unknown, but breeding programs had helped to postpone a crisis. There would be one, though, if the cause was not found. Uputsim hoped it would not be.
Suddenly, taller clouds came rushing from the western horizon towards Uputsim, gathering in a large cluster as they approached. Their shadow fell on his face as he stared in awe and terror as the clouds became black as the raven's wings, and heavy with rain. Thunders pealed inside it, and birds and wildlife began to screech and seek shelter from the oncoming storm. Uputsim only stood there on the small hill, and watched. His excitement over actually seeing magic along with the numbing fear made him stand rigid with clenched fists. He wondered if he too should one day learn to wield such powers and learn the secrets of magic. Then the rain began.
Not true Israel, I do understand peace if I'm allied to someone or they're really cute and defenceless. Antarctica is peaceful and isolationist all the way, the small text was a joke.
Nice seeing you writing them stories Frod [I like it cuz' it's about animals and magic, hope to see it continue), I mean Silver, not Frod. Oh, comment on his stories people or he will leave!
Nice seeing you writing them stories Frod [I like it cuz' it's about animals and magic, hope to see it continue), I mean Silver, not Frod. Oh, comment on his stories people or he will leave!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Uputsim entered the familiar corridor leading to the Hall of Magic. This was the centre of the Arcane Order, the military organization of mages in Songhai. The ageold building was made of drab but solid sandstone, with geometric decorations and simplistic design. Paired with the monumental look of the arched doorways and squared pillars, the building felt almost naked.
Although the mages were all rich, flaunting their wealth was frowned upon and gold stapled dross. The pecking order was not based on such lowly things as wealth, but accomplishments in the field of magic and personal honor. Uputsim had learned this the embarassing way, which also caused his rank to plummet within the Brotherhood. His face still reddened in shame and anger whenever he thought of that. Oh the horror, and what they did to him with the Stick...
Peer scrutiny and disciplining of novices and upstarts were and had always been severe in the Order. Mostly because they wanted to make sure noone leaked secrets, and because of the tight hierarchy. Anyone who slacked or betrayed the Order would be witnessed by five other mages, who promptly reported it. That was also why the factions were formed within the Order. If not the Order was a part of the military and under the Republic, they had surely split into rival organizations.
This was also the Power behind the Republic. Long ago, when he swore the oaths of the Brotherhood of the Chalice, he had learned what both the sides of Songhai's currency showed: The profile of Trinam, the current blessed Principe - and the Arcane Eye, the secret symbol of the Arcane Order. In all things, the Order had a meddling finger, and many Principal Councilors were "appointed" by the Order. The same way the Order was democratic only on the paper, the Republic was mostly dominated by the Principe and the Councilors. This combination was the fundament of the Order and its economy.
He had also discovered that the Brotherhood had always been a strong faction, despite its relatively few members. The brotherhood had held the seat of the Archmage for nearly three decades under the great leadership of Premio Frato Daion. But now his period would soon end as his age slowly crept to claim his health. The man was nearly sixty, and still went on with his office. He himself said he would continue his work until he died. No wonder he was respected by nearly all of the Order.
Reflecting on this, Uputsim entered the vast Hall of Magic. The Brotherhood and the Order would soon reach boiling point as the inevitable retirement of Daion closed. The Premio Frato had actually summoned him to his office, and the given matter which they had to discuss was precisely the coming succession games. Uputsim looked down on the scrawled piece of parchment his superior had sent him, and frowned. He could not understand why the Premio had to talk with just him.
Uputsim was not at all among the highest in the Brotherhood. The most likely candidate from their faction would be the Right Hand, Trilay. She was a fierce woman, with all the ambition and cunning to claim the seat of Archmage and keep it. If not greatly honored, she was respected for her strict discipline and sheer prowess with magic. She had risen rapidly in the recent, and was second only to the Premio in the Brotherhood. This fact was all too easy to see in her attitude.
Uputsim shook his head, and resigned to his initial conclusion: the message was simply an excuse to summon him to a private chat. He had been his mentor long ago when he was first embraced as a novice, and had later stood for his inauguration. As Premio Frato, he had also witnessed the Oaths as well. More importantly, though, it was Daion who had come to him on the hill that one evening when Uputsim's village had been saved from a catastrophic drought. He had at once seen "a spark in the little fellow", and carried him away to the great capital of Timboktou to begin his training. Although this was discouraged, Uputsim and Daion had met unformally several times since the end of the Premio's mentorship. Uputsim could only think this was another of those "illegal chats".
Suddenly, Uputsim was standing in front of the Premio's office in the Wing of the Chalice. His mind had wandered, and he had not realized his arrival. He shook his head in vexation, then his eyes shot wide open. The door was not closed! The door was never left ajar, but now it was admitting a sliver of flickering light out from a tiny crack by the doorpost.
"Premio!" shouted Uputsim, and rushed in, and stopped dead. The Premio was dead. The Archmage was dead, murdered. The blood was everywhere, in the bed, on the floor, some on the walls and even the cieling. The monumental marble desk was totally rampaged, and the books that usually towered in high stacks on it were all scattered around the room. The sad distorted and badly sliced body of the Premio lay on the stone floor, gagged and with a frozen mask of horror and pain. The entire chamber reeked of blood.
Suddenly, Uputsim felt a hand cover his face and drag him backwards, sending him down on the hard stone floor. He barely managed to react before he felt a stab of awakening pain as a blade struck his side. He twisted, and the blade tore him up between his ribs, and hit the floor with a metallic clash. The assassin is still here! he quickly seized the weapon, and bellowed out his loudest roar. "TREASON! ALL MEN TO ARMS!"
The blackrobed assassin did not waste his time, and quickly retrieved several small daggers with both his hands. With a blurring spin, he began hurling them toward Uputsim with tremendous agility and accuracy. Uputsim drew a rune in the air, throwing up a shield of wind to block the incoming daggers. The assassin, grabbed a small globe at his hip and threw it towards the floor, but Uputsim had seen those in action before. Quickly, he summoned a wind to sweep the globe away and out the window where it hit the plaza below, covering several confused bystanders in a dense smoky fog.
Now Uputsim countered, rising to his feet, chanting. The assassin saw it as his last and only chance to escape, and dashed for the door. Uputsim flicked with his finger, and the portal slammed shut and locked. Then he shot out his arms and cried, casting a holding spell. The assassins robe wrapped tightly around his lithe body, and his limbs stretched out to their limit. Further, as Uputsim tweaked his fingers. the assassins arms became disjointed with an audible snap and a fitting scream.
Uputsim was already casting his next spell as the assassin continued to proclaim his location to the already alerted guards. He extracted the water in the air, and made a growing globule of water midair. The he began directing the water towards the open mouth of the agonized assassin. Suddenly, the helpless felon realized he was being drowned, and screamed even more violently.
The guards came only to see a man suspended midair with water overflowing in his mouth. Behind this grim spectacle, Uputsim stood with a face of hewn rock. His face was completely without expression, and tears trickled down from his red eyes. It took the guards great effort to make Uputsim release the magic, and tell them what had happened.
Although the mages were all rich, flaunting their wealth was frowned upon and gold stapled dross. The pecking order was not based on such lowly things as wealth, but accomplishments in the field of magic and personal honor. Uputsim had learned this the embarassing way, which also caused his rank to plummet within the Brotherhood. His face still reddened in shame and anger whenever he thought of that. Oh the horror, and what they did to him with the Stick...
Peer scrutiny and disciplining of novices and upstarts were and had always been severe in the Order. Mostly because they wanted to make sure noone leaked secrets, and because of the tight hierarchy. Anyone who slacked or betrayed the Order would be witnessed by five other mages, who promptly reported it. That was also why the factions were formed within the Order. If not the Order was a part of the military and under the Republic, they had surely split into rival organizations.
This was also the Power behind the Republic. Long ago, when he swore the oaths of the Brotherhood of the Chalice, he had learned what both the sides of Songhai's currency showed: The profile of Trinam, the current blessed Principe - and the Arcane Eye, the secret symbol of the Arcane Order. In all things, the Order had a meddling finger, and many Principal Councilors were "appointed" by the Order. The same way the Order was democratic only on the paper, the Republic was mostly dominated by the Principe and the Councilors. This combination was the fundament of the Order and its economy.
He had also discovered that the Brotherhood had always been a strong faction, despite its relatively few members. The brotherhood had held the seat of the Archmage for nearly three decades under the great leadership of Premio Frato Daion. But now his period would soon end as his age slowly crept to claim his health. The man was nearly sixty, and still went on with his office. He himself said he would continue his work until he died. No wonder he was respected by nearly all of the Order.
Reflecting on this, Uputsim entered the vast Hall of Magic. The Brotherhood and the Order would soon reach boiling point as the inevitable retirement of Daion closed. The Premio Frato had actually summoned him to his office, and the given matter which they had to discuss was precisely the coming succession games. Uputsim looked down on the scrawled piece of parchment his superior had sent him, and frowned. He could not understand why the Premio had to talk with just him.
Uputsim was not at all among the highest in the Brotherhood. The most likely candidate from their faction would be the Right Hand, Trilay. She was a fierce woman, with all the ambition and cunning to claim the seat of Archmage and keep it. If not greatly honored, she was respected for her strict discipline and sheer prowess with magic. She had risen rapidly in the recent, and was second only to the Premio in the Brotherhood. This fact was all too easy to see in her attitude.
Uputsim shook his head, and resigned to his initial conclusion: the message was simply an excuse to summon him to a private chat. He had been his mentor long ago when he was first embraced as a novice, and had later stood for his inauguration. As Premio Frato, he had also witnessed the Oaths as well. More importantly, though, it was Daion who had come to him on the hill that one evening when Uputsim's village had been saved from a catastrophic drought. He had at once seen "a spark in the little fellow", and carried him away to the great capital of Timboktou to begin his training. Although this was discouraged, Uputsim and Daion had met unformally several times since the end of the Premio's mentorship. Uputsim could only think this was another of those "illegal chats".
Suddenly, Uputsim was standing in front of the Premio's office in the Wing of the Chalice. His mind had wandered, and he had not realized his arrival. He shook his head in vexation, then his eyes shot wide open. The door was not closed! The door was never left ajar, but now it was admitting a sliver of flickering light out from a tiny crack by the doorpost.
"Premio!" shouted Uputsim, and rushed in, and stopped dead. The Premio was dead. The Archmage was dead, murdered. The blood was everywhere, in the bed, on the floor, some on the walls and even the cieling. The monumental marble desk was totally rampaged, and the books that usually towered in high stacks on it were all scattered around the room. The sad distorted and badly sliced body of the Premio lay on the stone floor, gagged and with a frozen mask of horror and pain. The entire chamber reeked of blood.
Suddenly, Uputsim felt a hand cover his face and drag him backwards, sending him down on the hard stone floor. He barely managed to react before he felt a stab of awakening pain as a blade struck his side. He twisted, and the blade tore him up between his ribs, and hit the floor with a metallic clash. The assassin is still here! he quickly seized the weapon, and bellowed out his loudest roar. "TREASON! ALL MEN TO ARMS!"
The blackrobed assassin did not waste his time, and quickly retrieved several small daggers with both his hands. With a blurring spin, he began hurling them toward Uputsim with tremendous agility and accuracy. Uputsim drew a rune in the air, throwing up a shield of wind to block the incoming daggers. The assassin, grabbed a small globe at his hip and threw it towards the floor, but Uputsim had seen those in action before. Quickly, he summoned a wind to sweep the globe away and out the window where it hit the plaza below, covering several confused bystanders in a dense smoky fog.
Now Uputsim countered, rising to his feet, chanting. The assassin saw it as his last and only chance to escape, and dashed for the door. Uputsim flicked with his finger, and the portal slammed shut and locked. Then he shot out his arms and cried, casting a holding spell. The assassins robe wrapped tightly around his lithe body, and his limbs stretched out to their limit. Further, as Uputsim tweaked his fingers. the assassins arms became disjointed with an audible snap and a fitting scream.
Uputsim was already casting his next spell as the assassin continued to proclaim his location to the already alerted guards. He extracted the water in the air, and made a growing globule of water midair. The he began directing the water towards the open mouth of the agonized assassin. Suddenly, the helpless felon realized he was being drowned, and screamed even more violently.
The guards came only to see a man suspended midair with water overflowing in his mouth. Behind this grim spectacle, Uputsim stood with a face of hewn rock. His face was completely without expression, and tears trickled down from his red eyes. It took the guards great effort to make Uputsim release the magic, and tell them what had happened.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders sent.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
the Orders, they be sent!
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
My pageful of orders has been delivered!
w00t, the orders are flowing in! Iggy had better start working on the update!
Nice stories lø evil Frod. Do you mind if we call you that?
w00t, the orders are flowing in! Iggy had better start working on the update!
Nice stories lø evil Frod. Do you mind if we call you that?
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Erik Mesoy said:
Backstory?
Gladinia
Well, who else
1 on economy
1 on education
2 in armies
The barbarian hordes are falling prey to the great army of the sudafrikaners! We will take many slaves, and we will plunder and destroy unntil there is nothing left of these barbarians! Thier presence is as a flea to a giant, but still, the giant is getting ready to swat this flea, once and for all!!! Then we will be ready for world domination!!!
All power to Sudafrika.
1 on education
2 in armies
The barbarian hordes are falling prey to the great army of the sudafrikaners! We will take many slaves, and we will plunder and destroy unntil there is nothing left of these barbarians! Thier presence is as a flea to a giant, but still, the giant is getting ready to swat this flea, once and for all!!! Then we will be ready for world domination!!!
All power to Sudafrika.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
I used to play D&D with Silver Steak, aka "Frode". The nickname "lø evil Frod" sort of stuck for reasons unknown.Disenfrancised said:
...
*waits for update*
This is going to be so fun. Hey, Iggy, when did those "9 hours" pass? About 9 hours ago?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Iggy where is the update!?YEEEEAARGHH!!!
