LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Hey Iggy, can we get a progress report on the update? 
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
If the Citidals moving off to distant lands. They'd have to have more advanced Ships, if not merely comparable to my own. Going off to far distant waters in Galleys would be idiocy, a large portion would die attempting to cross Open waters in them.....
So I took it as a given that Citidal has SOMETHING.
So I took it as a given that Citidal has SOMETHING.
The Bay of Khemal was as calm as it ever got, its waters - often storm-lashed and capable of capsizing ships not crewed by those used to the weather - marked only by a relatively gentle swell.
In this lull between storms the fishermen of the Jara docks were out in force, hoping to net several day's catch before another thunderhead rolled in and brought the waves to a frothing frenzy once more. Traffic in and out of the harbour mouth was heavy, and there were more than a few collisions when sailors who got up just a little too early to start or caught a load just a bit larger than their vessel could maneuver with met each other. Most of the bumps and nudges were solved with creative name-calling, but occasionally there came the sound of splintering wood and shouts of aid. For that reason, a Syracian galley rode the swells outside the harbour mouth, sail furled but crew ready to drop their fishing poles - it was a calm day, after all - and man the oars at a moment's notice to pluck some drowning mariner from the water.
It was the galley's Sarvan*, lounging in the stern while keeping one lazy eye on the the mass of sails, who first saw the ship. Built like any other one- or two-man fishing craft, its small sail bellied out with the breeze, the small boat maneuvered amongst the others with unusual agility. Several times the Sarvan swore that a collision was unavoidable, only to see the craft turn gracefully aside. At the second near-miss he ordered his crew to the oars, and by the third they were bearing down on the strange vessel. Fishing boats scattered before the larger galley, including their quarry, but a shouted command and three arrows in its sail were enough to convince the unknown helmsman to heave to.
The Sarvan dropped into the fishing craft with three of his men, intending to give whoever was steering the vessel a stern reprimand about safety and maneuvering. He was taken off-guard by the somewhat advanced age of the owner - how could he handle the ever-awkward steering oar so well? - and then by the lack of a steering oar entirely. The fisherman, apprehensive at best about the armed soldiers glowering at him, gestured to the large, hinged oarblade attached to the stern of his craft, a long pole extending into the boat. An old man, he was not up to wrestling with the weighty steering oar, and had devised something easier to handle ... and if it was no trouble to ask, was he in trouble?
The Sarvan smiled. No, he was not in trouble. In fact, how would he like a medal?
----
*Sarvan: Captain.
In this lull between storms the fishermen of the Jara docks were out in force, hoping to net several day's catch before another thunderhead rolled in and brought the waves to a frothing frenzy once more. Traffic in and out of the harbour mouth was heavy, and there were more than a few collisions when sailors who got up just a little too early to start or caught a load just a bit larger than their vessel could maneuver with met each other. Most of the bumps and nudges were solved with creative name-calling, but occasionally there came the sound of splintering wood and shouts of aid. For that reason, a Syracian galley rode the swells outside the harbour mouth, sail furled but crew ready to drop their fishing poles - it was a calm day, after all - and man the oars at a moment's notice to pluck some drowning mariner from the water.
It was the galley's Sarvan*, lounging in the stern while keeping one lazy eye on the the mass of sails, who first saw the ship. Built like any other one- or two-man fishing craft, its small sail bellied out with the breeze, the small boat maneuvered amongst the others with unusual agility. Several times the Sarvan swore that a collision was unavoidable, only to see the craft turn gracefully aside. At the second near-miss he ordered his crew to the oars, and by the third they were bearing down on the strange vessel. Fishing boats scattered before the larger galley, including their quarry, but a shouted command and three arrows in its sail were enough to convince the unknown helmsman to heave to.
The Sarvan dropped into the fishing craft with three of his men, intending to give whoever was steering the vessel a stern reprimand about safety and maneuvering. He was taken off-guard by the somewhat advanced age of the owner - how could he handle the ever-awkward steering oar so well? - and then by the lack of a steering oar entirely. The fisherman, apprehensive at best about the armed soldiers glowering at him, gestured to the large, hinged oarblade attached to the stern of his craft, a long pole extending into the boat. An old man, he was not up to wrestling with the weighty steering oar, and had devised something easier to handle ... and if it was no trouble to ask, was he in trouble?
The Sarvan smiled. No, he was not in trouble. In fact, how would he like a medal?
----
*Sarvan: Captain.
The shipyards of Ean Samhradh were beyond busy. There were, in fact, nearly overtaxed, as what was under construction was a much greater strain on their facilities than what had come before.
Large keels with partially-built hulls lay in the dockyards, nearly three times the length of normal galleys, and half again as wide. On one, raised wooden crenellations were being hammered into place where the ship's railings usually resided; thick enough to cover from anything short of a Thresis Bow's spear.
On a second, masts were being fitted. Instead of just one mast amidships, a second one was being mounted towards the stern as well. That same stern featured a large-scale but otherwise unchanged copy of the steering mechanism old Separah, a fisherman from Jara, had devised in place of his cumbersome steering oar. Thick and banded with iron, it was heavy enough to withstand the high seas and rigors of combat.
The third partially-assembled vessel garnered the most attention, however, from workers and gawkers alike. Being carefully built around a rotating pillar was one of the largest Thresis Bows to date, its wooden sections banded in steel rather than bronze, sturdy and well-suited to heavy use. As work progressed on the double-decked rows of oarsmen's benches below, the weapon was given a test-firing. The target, a heavily-damaged and beached Ida'an'i'i pirate vessel, received an iron-shod spear to the hull, and most of it promptly disintegrated. A cheer went up from the onlookers. Still weeks from completion, the new heavier galleys were already heralded as a turning point in the naval war.
Large keels with partially-built hulls lay in the dockyards, nearly three times the length of normal galleys, and half again as wide. On one, raised wooden crenellations were being hammered into place where the ship's railings usually resided; thick enough to cover from anything short of a Thresis Bow's spear.
On a second, masts were being fitted. Instead of just one mast amidships, a second one was being mounted towards the stern as well. That same stern featured a large-scale but otherwise unchanged copy of the steering mechanism old Separah, a fisherman from Jara, had devised in place of his cumbersome steering oar. Thick and banded with iron, it was heavy enough to withstand the high seas and rigors of combat.
The third partially-assembled vessel garnered the most attention, however, from workers and gawkers alike. Being carefully built around a rotating pillar was one of the largest Thresis Bows to date, its wooden sections banded in steel rather than bronze, sturdy and well-suited to heavy use. As work progressed on the double-decked rows of oarsmen's benches below, the weapon was given a test-firing. The target, a heavily-damaged and beached Ida'an'i'i pirate vessel, received an iron-shod spear to the hull, and most of it promptly disintegrated. A cheer went up from the onlookers. Still weeks from completion, the new heavier galleys were already heralded as a turning point in the naval war.
Grombar
Fire in the Hole
How goes the update? Any idea when to expect it at all?
Kozmos
Jew Detective
In the words of the mighty Duke: It'll be done when it's done!
North King
blech
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He said he's back in the vacation thread.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Guys, I suggest we not pester Iggy (and other MODs) about updates for a while. The worst part of it when I did delayed updates was how I knew the players had asked for it in the thread before I'd even logged on. Why don't we try for once to shut up and be confident in that Iggy will finish it in his own time (and that it will rawk as always), eh?
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
I agree with you in this case, as Iggy is a reliable updater, but sometimes without pestering the mod may only use the lack of interest as validation for his delaying and eventual killing of his NES. I'd like to know players still have interest in my NES to whine about it
Nylan
Characters Welcome
lurkie sez: Good boy
You set your priorities straighter than mine. Don't compromise for the sake of a game.I can't speak for them (the players), but we lurkers are patient, but await with baited breath.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Yes I would like to know the fate of both my nations.
