thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
you gonna add it in? or save it for next turn?
orangeNES: Insert Witty Comment Here
- Thread starter orangelex44
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orangelex44
Partisan
Next turn.
orangelex44
Partisan
All right: updated map (kinda, no territories are redrawn but you get too see all the "action-y" parts)
Furthermore, to the characters: your due date for stories/orders is Saturday, again at noon. I don't really expect to be around to keep that date, since my university will be host to an extremely large block party on that date, but it's a nice date/time to aim for.
I'm going to try and be clear, here - I don't want to see characters just send me a paragraph of orders. Nothing can be done without a story for you guys. Followers, equipment, SE - they're all pointless, unless you write a story detailing some part of what you want to do. You can extend the effects of a story somewhat if you clarify it to me in your orders, but something has to be written and released to the general public.
REMEMBER TO SEND ALL STORIES TO ME FIRST.
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Furthermore, to the characters: your due date for stories/orders is Saturday, again at noon. I don't really expect to be around to keep that date, since my university will be host to an extremely large block party on that date, but it's a nice date/time to aim for.
I'm going to try and be clear, here - I don't want to see characters just send me a paragraph of orders. Nothing can be done without a story for you guys. Followers, equipment, SE - they're all pointless, unless you write a story detailing some part of what you want to do. You can extend the effects of a story somewhat if you clarify it to me in your orders, but something has to be written and released to the general public.
REMEMBER TO SEND ALL STORIES TO ME FIRST.
Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
orangelex44 said:
But you do want to drive/ride on roads! You could ofcourse magically complete this road for me, but that means thousands of unemployed dwarven workers. Besides that, dwarves are used to with doing hard(construction, mining, barfighting, building, engineering) work and this work brings bread on the table of humble dwarves.!
vruchten
Found serenity in torture
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From the Balseraph ministry of foreign things
to the Lanun
We ask for transportation from jubilee to the land of orcs, because we want to support the bannor. Are you willing to do your part in this international struggle of men and transport our troops?
to the Lanun
We ask for transportation from jubilee to the land of orcs, because we want to support the bannor. Are you willing to do your part in this international struggle of men and transport our troops?
orangelex44
Partisan
From the Lanun, to the Balseraph:
Not especially, no. Why should we care? Pay us fairly and we'll transport you, pay us nothing and we'll do nothing.
Not especially, no. Why should we care? Pay us fairly and we'll transport you, pay us nothing and we'll do nothing.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
From Diamondeye: Orders sent. Approx. 16k characters 
Had to split it in two PMs
Had to split it in two PMs
orangelex44
Partisan
Emails, guys...
Haseri
Emperor
What is the deadline for characters?
orangelex44
Partisan
Saturday - I'll change the OP right now.
EDIT: because I can - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnkvhi1XOR8
EDIT: because I can - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnkvhi1XOR8
orangelex44
Partisan
I've got a test today... so tomorrow I'll try to get them up-to-date. As I think about it, I may not release them until Saturday anyway, since the character update will change them. Once school ends, I'll change the update times a little - I'll probably try to get us on a 10-day rotation or so, instead of biweekly.
orangelex44
Partisan
Ditto to that...
Immaculate
unerring
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To Hakan the Razorwind of the Doviello,
Why do you not speak?
Why do you not speak?
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Now since Orange betrayed me, as expected, it's time for my revenge 
. Revenge is sending 100 E-mails containing stupid questions, commencing now.
Edit: and just so you know orange, I never forget
. Revenge is sending 100 E-mails containing stupid questions, commencing now.Edit: and just so you know orange, I never forget
Tyrs
King
I'm finally going to post my story! Yar.
Foot, meet Steel.
I'm not much of one for writing things down, but I thought I'd want to remember my first tour as Captain of my own ship.
Captain Karimir's Journal, Entry One
Well, I got my commission today, straight from dear old Dad's hands himself. After years working on the boats like any good Lanun, I finally got my own ship, brand bloody new out of the docks without a barnacle on her. You can still smell the pine scent.
First "job", Dad takes me to one side and "suggests" that there might be some good "fishing" in Svartalfar waters. Not very concealed code talk, but such is life. The first couple weeks was just basic pirating runs. Board the ship, wave around your cutlass, most of these cowards of merchants just dropped to their knees and begged not have their throats slit, and you take everything they own. If the ships good enough you take that too and make the merchants swim. Most of the time the ships weren't worth it. Easy work in any case.
The Svartalfar aren't much different, merchants in any case, are all the same. Robbing women was a change, but you got used to it. On the first couple of runs against them, the boys had some "ideas" about the Svart women... Now, I don't stand for that kind of thing, but men are men, and we'd been at sea for nearly a month now. Nice docile Svart can turn nasty, fast, and they are fast with the knives. Lad named "Jon Oak-member" famous for, well, the obvious. Now he goes by "Jon". Just Jon. I didn't punish the woman, now there are no more problems among my crew.
So, on this day we boarded a fat Svart tugboat, floating low in the water so you know its loaded heavy, and will barely a skeleton crew on her deck. So perfect. Or so it looked. Those Svarts are sneaky.
We pull close, toss the lines, and swing aboard with the grappling hooks. Swashed all of the right buckles, and as expected, the crew laid down arms. Now, here is where things got shifty. I'm standing with the other captain, remarking on the weather, apologizing for my way of life and all that wash. She was a fine looking lass. Pity. Well, my crews' tied down the tug's crew, and is opening the hatched to start the pillaging, and then, I should have seen this coming from 5 leagues away in a storm, happened. The hatches burst, the hidden soldiers came out, bowstrings twagging, swords lashing, daggers flashing. I was so suprised I jumped about a foot back. Luck, sheer luck. Afterwords, one of my boy's remarked that I must have the reflexes of a cat, but it was straight luck. I didn't tell him that though. The other Captain, fiesty wench, tried to stab me, a downswipe that would have gone straight through my brainpan. Instead, I jumped, she fell, and stabbed me in the foot. Foot, meet Steel. Steel is good friends with Pain. Foot, Steel, and Pain, did not get along very well. What followed next was, battle. Only lasted a few moments, but you do what you have to and try and drink away the memory. The captain wench ended up in the water as fish food, and I did not. I still have a damn limp from that story though.
We won that, because Lanun have powder, and Svartalfar do not. It was probably an even fight, which is truely the worst kind in my mind, so I ordered the crew to toss the barrel, affectionately named "Miss Piggy". Sword on dwarfcrafted cutlass all around, that little barrel of black powder got shoved down the Svarts' throats. They didn't know what it was, so they just let it fall into the hold. First and last mistake to the well played ambush. My crew at least knows how to get off a ship, if nothing else, but that explosion near ripped that tug in half, along with most of those Svart swordsmen.
I still count it thier victory though. All I won from that fight was this bloody limp. An eternal reminder that nothing is what it appears, and that blind greed can cost more than the gain. That and to never trust Svartalfar women.
So, no more blind greed. My greed is going to have its eyes wide open.
End of Journal Entry One
Foot, meet Steel.
I'm not much of one for writing things down, but I thought I'd want to remember my first tour as Captain of my own ship.
Captain Karimir's Journal, Entry One
Well, I got my commission today, straight from dear old Dad's hands himself. After years working on the boats like any good Lanun, I finally got my own ship, brand bloody new out of the docks without a barnacle on her. You can still smell the pine scent.
First "job", Dad takes me to one side and "suggests" that there might be some good "fishing" in Svartalfar waters. Not very concealed code talk, but such is life. The first couple weeks was just basic pirating runs. Board the ship, wave around your cutlass, most of these cowards of merchants just dropped to their knees and begged not have their throats slit, and you take everything they own. If the ships good enough you take that too and make the merchants swim. Most of the time the ships weren't worth it. Easy work in any case.
The Svartalfar aren't much different, merchants in any case, are all the same. Robbing women was a change, but you got used to it. On the first couple of runs against them, the boys had some "ideas" about the Svart women... Now, I don't stand for that kind of thing, but men are men, and we'd been at sea for nearly a month now. Nice docile Svart can turn nasty, fast, and they are fast with the knives. Lad named "Jon Oak-member" famous for, well, the obvious. Now he goes by "Jon". Just Jon. I didn't punish the woman, now there are no more problems among my crew.
So, on this day we boarded a fat Svart tugboat, floating low in the water so you know its loaded heavy, and will barely a skeleton crew on her deck. So perfect. Or so it looked. Those Svarts are sneaky.
We pull close, toss the lines, and swing aboard with the grappling hooks. Swashed all of the right buckles, and as expected, the crew laid down arms. Now, here is where things got shifty. I'm standing with the other captain, remarking on the weather, apologizing for my way of life and all that wash. She was a fine looking lass. Pity. Well, my crews' tied down the tug's crew, and is opening the hatched to start the pillaging, and then, I should have seen this coming from 5 leagues away in a storm, happened. The hatches burst, the hidden soldiers came out, bowstrings twagging, swords lashing, daggers flashing. I was so suprised I jumped about a foot back. Luck, sheer luck. Afterwords, one of my boy's remarked that I must have the reflexes of a cat, but it was straight luck. I didn't tell him that though. The other Captain, fiesty wench, tried to stab me, a downswipe that would have gone straight through my brainpan. Instead, I jumped, she fell, and stabbed me in the foot. Foot, meet Steel. Steel is good friends with Pain. Foot, Steel, and Pain, did not get along very well. What followed next was, battle. Only lasted a few moments, but you do what you have to and try and drink away the memory. The captain wench ended up in the water as fish food, and I did not. I still have a damn limp from that story though.
We won that, because Lanun have powder, and Svartalfar do not. It was probably an even fight, which is truely the worst kind in my mind, so I ordered the crew to toss the barrel, affectionately named "Miss Piggy". Sword on dwarfcrafted cutlass all around, that little barrel of black powder got shoved down the Svarts' throats. They didn't know what it was, so they just let it fall into the hold. First and last mistake to the well played ambush. My crew at least knows how to get off a ship, if nothing else, but that explosion near ripped that tug in half, along with most of those Svart swordsmen.
I still count it thier victory though. All I won from that fight was this bloody limp. An eternal reminder that nothing is what it appears, and that blind greed can cost more than the gain. That and to never trust Svartalfar women.
So, no more blind greed. My greed is going to have its eyes wide open.
End of Journal Entry One
Immaculate
unerring
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Wow- lots of style.
you always down-play your writing but i really like it.. i hope you post more stories.
you always down-play your writing but i really like it.. i hope you post more stories.
orangelex44
Partisan
I couldn't resist adding in Karimir...
Although maybe I should open up a new slot for Tuon. That guy's a BAMF of the highest order.
Although maybe I should open up a new slot for Tuon. That guy's a BAMF of the highest order.
