What I mean by that diplomacy has gone unanswered so I am in the dark unlike my allies plus it has been so long since we last played. I do not even remember what I was last trying to achieve.
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
- Thread starter Lord_Iggy
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What I mean by that diplomacy has gone unanswered so I am in the dark unlike my allies plus it has been so long since we last played. I do not even remember what I was last trying to achieve.
Well, I had to re-read the last few updates just to refresh myself, and I'm the all-knowing moderator. 
Oddly enough, I just discovered that my new computer doesn't have the font Nuptial BT, which is the one I use to write names. I may have to start using a slightly different font.
Oddly enough, I just discovered that my new computer doesn't have the font Nuptial BT, which is the one I use to write names. I may have to start using a slightly different font.
Symphony D.
Deity
Decloak: Or you can just download it and drop it into the Windows Font folder and it'll install itself in a jiffy. Same thing with any other font.
Symphony D.
Deity
Decloak: Folder should be something like C:\WINDOWS\Fonts\.
tuxedohamm
Disguised as crow.
Magarism
What is it that makes us great? It is our adapting to the change we have faced. It was ingrained into me since birth. Our people have suffered much change at the hands of forces beyond our control, but we are taught to deal with change. As we are taught by our prophets, change will come, but nothing is lost in it. Only new beginnings are created, and we should live our life as such. I was nothing more than an infant at the time of the mournful march. Still on my mother's breast as she was forced to walk north to this land. My father died in the war. That was sixteen years ago.
Loran has lead us through this change.
Loran was one of the first to travel north just before the end of the war. He travelled alone. He saw the horrors of war committed by vast armies. There were fields of the dead. There were so many that he witnessed the gods passing through the fields claiming that with which had passed. They seemed to take little notice of him at the time because he was one of the few living things to pass through those fields. It was not so.
As he travelled north, conditions became worse for him. He had to hide from the roaming armies, and when they passed through an area, little was left to live off. He had not taken enough for himself to make such a long journey. His hunger grew until he could not walk anymore. He sat there waiting to die. When he saw the gods approaching him, he knew his end had arrived.
They laid out before him what seemed to be a feast. Starving as he was, Loran started towards the food. Yet he stopped short. He looked to the gods. Why so much, surely they could give this food to a more worthy individual. He offered, almost pleaded, that they accept the food back from him as an offering. They would not have it. They admonished him for not accepting what they provided. If they wanted him to have just enough food to survive, they would have brought only enough. They were providing a feast, so he was to have a feast.
Loran gorged himself on the food, but there was too much. He could not eat it all. He looked up at the gods. He was more than grateful for so much, but he could never eat everything. What should he do with it so he would not offend the gods? They gave no direct answer. They said he only had to accept it from them. What he did with it was up to him.
He sat for hours staring at the food and the gods staring at him. At least two armies passed directly past him and never noticed him or the food. His presence was shielded by the gods. Finally, he looked up again. All he desired was a way to transport the food north. As he turned around to estimate how much assistance he would need, something caught his eye. Thousands of beasts were lined up in front of him. All the food had already been packed onto them. He turned back to thank the gods for what they had given him, but they were not there.
Loran began his journey again. It took three days to reach the front of the line of beasts. He lead them onward. Over the course of his journey, the gods continued to visit him. They taught him many things.
Within sight of a small encampment and down to just two beasts carrying food. A small group of Rozan soldiers came across Loran. They stole both animals and the food they were carrying, and then started taunting him. Next to Loran, the gods appeared. They gave him his last lesson...don't let others steal from him what the gods gave.
So Loran stepped up to the soldiers. They continued to taunt him. Even as they did he grabbed the first one and used the man's own sword against him. Now armed he turned and quickly dispatched the other soldiers. They did not even have time to react.
As he travelled north, conditions became worse for him. He had to hide from the roaming armies, and when they passed through an area, little was left to live off. He had not taken enough for himself to make such a long journey. His hunger grew until he could not walk anymore. He sat there waiting to die. When he saw the gods approaching him, he knew his end had arrived.
They laid out before him what seemed to be a feast. Starving as he was, Loran started towards the food. Yet he stopped short. He looked to the gods. Why so much, surely they could give this food to a more worthy individual. He offered, almost pleaded, that they accept the food back from him as an offering. They would not have it. They admonished him for not accepting what they provided. If they wanted him to have just enough food to survive, they would have brought only enough. They were providing a feast, so he was to have a feast.
Loran gorged himself on the food, but there was too much. He could not eat it all. He looked up at the gods. He was more than grateful for so much, but he could never eat everything. What should he do with it so he would not offend the gods? They gave no direct answer. They said he only had to accept it from them. What he did with it was up to him.
He sat for hours staring at the food and the gods staring at him. At least two armies passed directly past him and never noticed him or the food. His presence was shielded by the gods. Finally, he looked up again. All he desired was a way to transport the food north. As he turned around to estimate how much assistance he would need, something caught his eye. Thousands of beasts were lined up in front of him. All the food had already been packed onto them. He turned back to thank the gods for what they had given him, but they were not there.
Loran began his journey again. It took three days to reach the front of the line of beasts. He lead them onward. Over the course of his journey, the gods continued to visit him. They taught him many things.
Within sight of a small encampment and down to just two beasts carrying food. A small group of Rozan soldiers came across Loran. They stole both animals and the food they were carrying, and then started taunting him. Next to Loran, the gods appeared. They gave him his last lesson...don't let others steal from him what the gods gave.
So Loran stepped up to the soldiers. They continued to taunt him. Even as they did he grabbed the first one and used the man's own sword against him. Now armed he turned and quickly dispatched the other soldiers. They did not even have time to react.
My mother met Loran ten years ago, and she soon had him begin teaching me. There were a number of us that he taught, men of all ages. I was one of the youngest. Now most who learn the teachings of Loran eventually go out into the wilderness for a few days until they have become closer to the gods and truely accepted their teachings. I was gone for only 3 days before it happened to me.
Loran helped set up the Concil of Five. Five leaders who rotate the head position every five years among themselves. They quickly lead our makeshift village into something more and we quickly attracted the attention of other Mags in this wilderness. They came from all over to join our growing town. Loran was part of the Council, but one day he stood up and announced that the gods were calling him back to the wilderness. He would return to us with new teachings, but that until then I would take his position in the Council.
After he left, there was some debate whether I was old enough. Others debated that the remaining four members should get to choose who replaced Loran. Eventually, it was decided that Loran must know what he was doing and I was allowed to join.
I am Mag. I am Magar. I am Loranas. The name I took when I returned from the wilderness. I will accept what the gods have given me. I will not allow what they have given me to be taken away. It is what I was taught.
Oruc
Reactionary
I'll send orders tomorrow.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Orders will be sent. Yes, I'm still playing, I think.
EDIT: Secret ninja orders of fiery doom sent!
EDIT 2: And by "fiery doom", I mean "happy fluffy peaceful bunnies who happen to have highly advanced indistinguishable-from-magic technology".
EDIT: Secret ninja orders of fiery doom sent!
EDIT 2: And by "fiery doom", I mean "happy fluffy peaceful bunnies who happen to have highly advanced indistinguishable-from-magic technology".
Oruc
Reactionary
Are my orders short enough Iggy?
.@emu- Perfect! So far, the only person who's gone against the short orders rule is (sorry to single out) Farow, who interspersed his orders in a story, requiring me to re-read the entire thing a few times to make sure that I don't make mistakes.
I'm somewhat disappointed that despite giving people... THREE AND A HALF MONTHS of warning of when the deadline is, I still have fewer than half of my orders. I've been able to get almost nothing done over the weekend. Tomorrow morning, I'm starting, whether you've sent orders or not.
Everyone who's sent orders so far- [newfie accent]Good on ya by![/newfie accent]
Everyone who's sent orders so far- [newfie accent]Good on ya by![/newfie accent]
Chandrasekhar
Determined
You've got my orders, right? They're in my outbox, but I'd just like to make sure.
jeps
Arcadefire
Ughhh, newfie accents. I lost my newfie-english dictionary, though they DO exist.
Swissempire
Poet Jester
You Canucks need a Newfie PM. That would be awesome. We gave you a Texan President, reciprocate!
