2metraninja
Defender of Nabaxica
2metra, wow, I would never guess you are so poeticPerhaps you should take turns with Arki, writing these stories
Hahah, ...You know nothing, Maga R...
Lost Notes of Young Mansa Musa
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Hahah, ...You know nothing, Maga R...
OK, I know that we are far away from getting there - and Arki is so good he can somehow create these stories instant, but here is my inspiration for the post-Spaniards story:
Could not have helped myself, loved your Spanish Inquisition remark, Arki
Could not have helped myself, loved your Spanish Inquisition remark, Arki
YossarianLives
Deity
I had a crazy idea. What if we share our latest communications with the Spaniards in the public Story thread and explain that this war is being waged for the greater good of animals everywhere. Then we can warn all teams to stop sending any animals into Zulu territory, as they are obviously not being used as intended.
Probably wouldn't accomplish much, but it would let RB know that we know what they're doing, and also that they're getting "screwed" from this arrangement.
Probably wouldn't accomplish much, but it would let RB know that we know what they're doing, and also that they're getting "screwed" from this arrangement.
Arkipeller
Ancient of Lore
Yossarian joined me and Tobias up the great peak of mount Evernest for the religious tea a windy afternoon. Considering their age and wisdom it was natural that I took the heavy burdens with backpacks and even the large clay pot of leaves that had to be outside the backpack, gathering air.
"I did not know you were a man of faith, Yossarian" - I said as we nearly reached the tree-ridden areas.
"I am a man of facts and that is what I need in my trade." he hastily and silently replied.
"But why do you join us on ceremonial tea?" My curiosity grew.
Tobias frowned in front of us.
"The mightiest of mountains provide more than shelter from wind and lofty nests for the clouds. Today is a nice day, young Mansa. You will see"
Later that afternoon we arrived at the old top, which also contained an old graveyard. Winds and snow had torn most of the stones down the slopes, but there were still some large open alters used for shelter to pilgrims. As Tobias prepared the tea, I joined Yossarian to the eastern view. There were a vast country I've never seen travelled. Belonging to our aggressive neighbors.
"My eyes fail me at large heights, Mansa. What do you see?" Yossarian surmured in the wind.
I did see a few cities, farms and even small dots that are people. I could watch the roads disappear towards the sunset. And most of all... a narrow taint of blood and wool en particles filled my nosetrils.
"There is something I can see, but all of them are regular. But I smell the taint of spilled blood and wool. A mix I can't understand."
Yossarian waited for a cloud to pass and gave me a colored piece of glass.
"Try again my child"
I could see through the glass and it amplified my vision with a slight alter of colors. Everything were more orange, but so much clearer and larger. There were military camps of men riding saddles sheep. Most of the sheep seemed to be not enjoying the large men upon them. The more unsettling were the piles of slaughtered elephants at a nearby farm.
"They are slaughtering the elephants so they can make reigns for sheir mounted sheep. It is totally absurd" I was looking at Yossarian in pure confusion
"And those actions is something neither our religion, our leaders or our people can't accept" said Tobias, offering me the largest cup of honeyed mint-tea.
"I did not know you were a man of faith, Yossarian" - I said as we nearly reached the tree-ridden areas.
"I am a man of facts and that is what I need in my trade." he hastily and silently replied.
"But why do you join us on ceremonial tea?" My curiosity grew.
Tobias frowned in front of us.
"The mightiest of mountains provide more than shelter from wind and lofty nests for the clouds. Today is a nice day, young Mansa. You will see"
Later that afternoon we arrived at the old top, which also contained an old graveyard. Winds and snow had torn most of the stones down the slopes, but there were still some large open alters used for shelter to pilgrims. As Tobias prepared the tea, I joined Yossarian to the eastern view. There were a vast country I've never seen travelled. Belonging to our aggressive neighbors.
"My eyes fail me at large heights, Mansa. What do you see?" Yossarian surmured in the wind.
I did see a few cities, farms and even small dots that are people. I could watch the roads disappear towards the sunset. And most of all... a narrow taint of blood and wool en particles filled my nosetrils.
"There is something I can see, but all of them are regular. But I smell the taint of spilled blood and wool. A mix I can't understand."
Yossarian waited for a cloud to pass and gave me a colored piece of glass.
"Try again my child"
I could see through the glass and it amplified my vision with a slight alter of colors. Everything were more orange, but so much clearer and larger. There were military camps of men riding saddles sheep. Most of the sheep seemed to be not enjoying the large men upon them. The more unsettling were the piles of slaughtered elephants at a nearby farm.
"They are slaughtering the elephants so they can make reigns for sheir mounted sheep. It is totally absurd" I was looking at Yossarian in pure confusion
"And those actions is something neither our religion, our leaders or our people can't accept" said Tobias, offering me the largest cup of honeyed mint-tea.
YossarianLives
Deity
Arkipeller, this is excellent. I'm really impressed as usual. I love how Mt. Evernest can be one of the peaks around our border with Spain. I really enjoy the double interpretation that the Spaniards could be f*cking the sheep or really just wasting the elephant gift on useless sheep mounts to ride comically into war. All around excellent story. I say lets post this.
Bowsling
Deity
Awesome!
2metraninja
Defender of Nabaxica
LOL, very good, lets post it.
Haha, they have elephants, but they ride sheep. Good one.
Haha, they have elephants, but they ride sheep. Good one.
YossarianLives
Deity
Hey arki, you still around? I was thinking we should prepare a story for when the Spaniards are eliminated.My idea was something about how we have deposed their crazy leader, and now all Zulu can thrive under our wise and kind protection.
Arkipeller
Ancient of Lore
I'm around. I just started my summer vacation, so I got LOTS of time
2metraninja
Defender of Nabaxica
I was thinking of cover of The Rains of Castamere, but I am not sure to use this great song for poor Spaniards or to keep that for when we raze French capitol If we keep it for the French capitol I am ready to record it myself, singing
YossarianLives
Deity
2metra, that's awesome! 
Arkipeller
Ancient of Lore
The great front gates of Ulundi whimpered in pain as massive Indian forces marched through them, among them were liberated sheep, rabbis chanting of peace and prosperity, mace-men happily smiling.
I was aiding Aivo and Tobias in medical duties today, collecting plants for remedies, binding wounds and being a moral support for the heavily wounded. It was rumored that the infidels were fighting bravely at the end, forcing our troops to regroup at the brink of destruction.
Later that day I traveled inside the majestic city of Ulundi, even in this ravaged state the villagers had a fuctionable Marked, wells and roads for both sheep-riding inhabitants as usual pedestrians. This was also a weird sensation. Something new and uncommon as pink blossoms in nearby gardens. What purpose had these trees?
Father presented me with judgement duties this afternoon at the remains of Ulundi Palace. I arrived as some of the zuluan court was trialed after being captured during flight through the sewers. By Indian laws he were a son of a noble and should being ready for execution by morning.
"So Mansa, what should we do with this bloke?" Father said.
I was looking out a former stained glass window. Observing the uncommon trees and panicking sheep at the streets.
"He is young and dealt few crimes father. We need someone that know this culture and the land. I also remember that Aivo suggested we may need a new Court botanist as our died during the last battle. Maybe this one will do?"
As father turned his glare at our captive, I noticed a pair of murky eyes and a will of living on the captive. "What's your name, young one?"
"Magno"
I was aiding Aivo and Tobias in medical duties today, collecting plants for remedies, binding wounds and being a moral support for the heavily wounded. It was rumored that the infidels were fighting bravely at the end, forcing our troops to regroup at the brink of destruction.
Later that day I traveled inside the majestic city of Ulundi, even in this ravaged state the villagers had a fuctionable Marked, wells and roads for both sheep-riding inhabitants as usual pedestrians. This was also a weird sensation. Something new and uncommon as pink blossoms in nearby gardens. What purpose had these trees?
Father presented me with judgement duties this afternoon at the remains of Ulundi Palace. I arrived as some of the zuluan court was trialed after being captured during flight through the sewers. By Indian laws he were a son of a noble and should being ready for execution by morning.
"So Mansa, what should we do with this bloke?" Father said.
I was looking out a former stained glass window. Observing the uncommon trees and panicking sheep at the streets.
"He is young and dealt few crimes father. We need someone that know this culture and the land. I also remember that Aivo suggested we may need a new Court botanist as our died during the last battle. Maybe this one will do?"
As father turned his glare at our captive, I noticed a pair of murky eyes and a will of living on the captive. "What's your name, young one?"
"Magno"
Arkipeller
Ancient of Lore
The former "note" is just a suggestion if Magno agrees. (and ofc everyone else)
YossarianLives
Deity
Another great story Arki! If Magno approves it I think we should post it. I also like Maga's story. I wonder if we could incorporate it (or parts of it) after young Mansa walks into the city?
YossarianLives
Deity
Here's my suggested revision:
I still think the original is excllent as I said, so either way I think we should post the story.
Arkipeller
Ancient of Lore
my problem with this is that we deal with Indian and Zulu here. So rationalizing a SPANISH inquisition when there are nothing called spanish is ... not logical
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