LINESII- Into the Darkness
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Lord_Iggy said:
Nice try, but your subtle penguin mind tricks won't work on me! Ha!
Or have they already?
*considers going into a permanent coma*
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Oh, you are good.
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
@Iggy: Nice response, but I know that you know that I know what that really is... 
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
Well, not the mongols, but the **ng*ls... 
soul_warrior
Termite!
the grand council of elders is in delibirations!jalapeno_dude said:
the vote of goora seems to go towards an experiment in bettering mankind.
so:
to: Malkavia and Citadel
from: the Gammorean Clans
Bow down to her most merciful GOORA!
Be absorbed by her magnanimousness and willingness to show mercy!
we shall allow this experiment to continue a while longer, and devout our efforts to finding who the other HorseRiders are.
i bring you PIECE in our time! (pun intended
)meaning - i wont attack you for a turn or 3.
Citadel dude, might i have next turn the technology to make funky brown arrows?
jalapeno_dude
AKA Panda Judo Eel
@soul_warrior:Ummmm... can we wait 2 turns? I'll be gone next update, and I've already sent orders for it.soul_warrior said:the grand council of elders is in delibirations!
the vote of goora seems to go towards an experiment in bettering mankind.
so:
to: Malkavia and Citadel
from: the Gammorean Clans
Bow down to her most merciful GOORA!
Be absorbed by her magnanimousness and willingness to show mercy!
we shall allow this experiment to continue a while longer, and devout our efforts to finding who the other HorseRiders are.
i bring you PIECE in our time! (pun intended
meaning - i wont attack you for a turn or 3.
Citadel dude, might i have next turn the technology to make funky brown arrows?
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Innovations IV
Oborotni Falskru, Gorinese scholar and Foreign Advisor in the Circle of Glass. A man of ingenuity, inspiration and imagination. His was the idea of working something of already great sophisticated technology, to even greater heights. What he came up with, and successfully devised, was an instrument that would later be crucial in warfare, science and countless other fields of knowledge.
It was during an inspection of the Crystal Workhouses. He had accompanied various Circlemen of the Arts and Crafts to tour the apprentice halls in the complex, to see how the young and promising were picked out from the not so promising. It was, in modern terms, an exam - only this one was even more prestigious due to their visit. Every student was riled up and tense, since failing here would most likely mean the sudden end of their career. The wage of a Commoner was good, not even mentioning the sicke ning riches of the Masters, but this was due to the sheer pressure and hard work they had went through to attain their coveted rank.
As said, the students were all dreadfully tense and flustered. This was not surprising, since it was only the preliminary tests - meant to detect traits of good craftmanship, imagination and practicality - and most of the young ones were around the age of ten. Still, the boys and a few girls were expected to have learned enough about glassmaking and -blowing to present a personal piece of glass pottery. The task was to create a common use item out of glass, most often a vase or chalice, and creativity was encouraged. This, naturally, presented an immense challenge for them, an quickly culled the worthless and poor from the rest. It was cruel, but the Workhouse could not afford but have the very best. And many more trials awaited those who came through.
At this test, many were not so "lucky". Indeed, more than half of the students failed miserably, destroying their works of art in the process of their making. The dreams of their lives were shattered, just like their glassware creations had cracked and broken. There were some who got injured by burning themselves on the furnace or the sticky glass. The smell of burned skin hang in the air as a warning for those who waited nervously of the cost of failure - it could come as physical agony as well.
One particular student interested Falskru greatly. The girl had failed, but her creation, a glass plate bordered with shards of colored glass, had moved him. It was not only a work of art - it was a beautiful thing that almost weighed up for her failure - but when the plate was held up in the air for examination, it had disrupted the sunlight that went through it in a most unusual way. The light, which fell on Falskru's face and chest was not only blinding - it was hot.
He had had to adjust his seat to avoid this intense ray of light and heat, and stopped his noting on the following three students to reflect upon this. At last, he could not control his curiosity, and beat a hasty excuse and left after the girl.
He found her just outside the Workhouse complex. Her few belongings were already made ready that morning, packed in a ragged, stained piece of cloth. The girl herself looked equally sorry, and streams of tears were ruining her infant face. Her failure most likely meant the destruction of her family's hopes as well - many parents nursed hopes of a better life through having their sons and doughters become rich craftsmen - and she bore not only the grief of failure, but also the terror and dismay of a messenger bearing bad news.
Falskru quickly walked up to the child, and bid her show him her exam piece once again. The girl, thinking there mights still be hope for her future after all, quickly went from crying to mere sniffing, and unfolded her bundle. There it was again, the plate with colored inlays - and the slight dent in the middle. It was actually more like a circular mound. The girl had explained how the still hot glass had been bent when she had hastily pulled it out of the furnace - she was afraid that the glass shards around should melt as well and destroy her original design. Falskru heared all this, but was intently focusing on the shape of the flaw.
He held the plate up in the air again, producing a gasp from the girl. Like before in the apprentice hall, the sunbeams concentrated and formed a point of searing hot light. Before the fascinated eyes of Falskru and the mindboggled ones of the girl, a few rotting leaves that were under the beam began to produce smoke - and were lit on fire. After watching the flames for a few staggering moments, it was hastily put out to prevent it from spreading. Then the Gorinese and the girl looked at eachother.
"Do you know what you have done?"
"N,no? What did I do?"
"You have given me an idea to match any and all of my previous ones."
"What do you mean? Please don't hurt me?"
Falskru was baffled at the girl's anxiety, and laughed. The girl, sensing there was no immediate danger of being punished, laughed as well. Still, her face was strained with incomprehension and doubt. Falskru, after laughing his fill, turned to the girl again and explained. The girl, marveled that something useful could actually come from this her failure, was stunned. Then the Gorinese shocked her even more by lifting her up and carrying her back into the Workhouse.
The girl later became one of the greatest glassware designers of Shalamari. The Gorinese scholar became known as the Father of Lenses.
Oborotni Falskru, Gorinese scholar and Foreign Advisor in the Circle of Glass. A man of ingenuity, inspiration and imagination. His was the idea of working something of already great sophisticated technology, to even greater heights. What he came up with, and successfully devised, was an instrument that would later be crucial in warfare, science and countless other fields of knowledge.
It was during an inspection of the Crystal Workhouses. He had accompanied various Circlemen of the Arts and Crafts to tour the apprentice halls in the complex, to see how the young and promising were picked out from the not so promising. It was, in modern terms, an exam - only this one was even more prestigious due to their visit. Every student was riled up and tense, since failing here would most likely mean the sudden end of their career. The wage of a Commoner was good, not even mentioning the sicke ning riches of the Masters, but this was due to the sheer pressure and hard work they had went through to attain their coveted rank.
As said, the students were all dreadfully tense and flustered. This was not surprising, since it was only the preliminary tests - meant to detect traits of good craftmanship, imagination and practicality - and most of the young ones were around the age of ten. Still, the boys and a few girls were expected to have learned enough about glassmaking and -blowing to present a personal piece of glass pottery. The task was to create a common use item out of glass, most often a vase or chalice, and creativity was encouraged. This, naturally, presented an immense challenge for them, an quickly culled the worthless and poor from the rest. It was cruel, but the Workhouse could not afford but have the very best. And many more trials awaited those who came through.
At this test, many were not so "lucky". Indeed, more than half of the students failed miserably, destroying their works of art in the process of their making. The dreams of their lives were shattered, just like their glassware creations had cracked and broken. There were some who got injured by burning themselves on the furnace or the sticky glass. The smell of burned skin hang in the air as a warning for those who waited nervously of the cost of failure - it could come as physical agony as well.
One particular student interested Falskru greatly. The girl had failed, but her creation, a glass plate bordered with shards of colored glass, had moved him. It was not only a work of art - it was a beautiful thing that almost weighed up for her failure - but when the plate was held up in the air for examination, it had disrupted the sunlight that went through it in a most unusual way. The light, which fell on Falskru's face and chest was not only blinding - it was hot.
He had had to adjust his seat to avoid this intense ray of light and heat, and stopped his noting on the following three students to reflect upon this. At last, he could not control his curiosity, and beat a hasty excuse and left after the girl.
He found her just outside the Workhouse complex. Her few belongings were already made ready that morning, packed in a ragged, stained piece of cloth. The girl herself looked equally sorry, and streams of tears were ruining her infant face. Her failure most likely meant the destruction of her family's hopes as well - many parents nursed hopes of a better life through having their sons and doughters become rich craftsmen - and she bore not only the grief of failure, but also the terror and dismay of a messenger bearing bad news.
Falskru quickly walked up to the child, and bid her show him her exam piece once again. The girl, thinking there mights still be hope for her future after all, quickly went from crying to mere sniffing, and unfolded her bundle. There it was again, the plate with colored inlays - and the slight dent in the middle. It was actually more like a circular mound. The girl had explained how the still hot glass had been bent when she had hastily pulled it out of the furnace - she was afraid that the glass shards around should melt as well and destroy her original design. Falskru heared all this, but was intently focusing on the shape of the flaw.
He held the plate up in the air again, producing a gasp from the girl. Like before in the apprentice hall, the sunbeams concentrated and formed a point of searing hot light. Before the fascinated eyes of Falskru and the mindboggled ones of the girl, a few rotting leaves that were under the beam began to produce smoke - and were lit on fire. After watching the flames for a few staggering moments, it was hastily put out to prevent it from spreading. Then the Gorinese and the girl looked at eachother.
"Do you know what you have done?"
"N,no? What did I do?"
"You have given me an idea to match any and all of my previous ones."
"What do you mean? Please don't hurt me?"
Falskru was baffled at the girl's anxiety, and laughed. The girl, sensing there was no immediate danger of being punished, laughed as well. Still, her face was strained with incomprehension and doubt. Falskru, after laughing his fill, turned to the girl again and explained. The girl, marveled that something useful could actually come from this her failure, was stunned. Then the Gorinese shocked her even more by lifting her up and carrying her back into the Workhouse.
The girl later became one of the greatest glassware designers of Shalamari. The Gorinese scholar became known as the Father of Lenses.
erez87
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The great march.
After diplomacy from the many barbarian tribes came to the gods of Maugot they decided that this could be used to unite the massive tribes of barbarians and create the largest army the world have ever saw.
The Maugot army would begin to march across the lands of the barbarians uniting, or conquering, every tribe. United tribes will be made to join the army and the conquered ones will be made slaves to expand the Maugot economy.
Ones this unification of the tribes will end the war against the Langels could begin...
MAP: go throught the tribes just like the white line I made.
I'll put the map in the orders to.
Sorry about the sucky thing.. I wish I could write more
After diplomacy from the many barbarian tribes came to the gods of Maugot they decided that this could be used to unite the massive tribes of barbarians and create the largest army the world have ever saw.
The Maugot army would begin to march across the lands of the barbarians uniting, or conquering, every tribe. United tribes will be made to join the army and the conquered ones will be made slaves to expand the Maugot economy.
Ones this unification of the tribes will end the war against the Langels could begin...
MAP: go throught the tribes just like the white line I made.
I'll put the map in the orders to.
Sorry about the sucky thing.. I wish I could write more
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Don't apologize, that's stupid. It may not be a story, but it's a beginning. At least you're writing something.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Is that going to fix your muse? 
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