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Like some mafias setting up a trapdoor under your chair?
 
No one but a charlatan claims true knowledge of the future, but some can get… glimpses. Whether they are remnants of Mammon’s fallen sphere, or the gift of some other divinity, or the simple ability to make better assumptions from the state of the world, there are those who are never quite surprised as the world’s turning.

Oddly enough, few of those gifted with the ability ever gain true power. There are many proposed reasons for this, but the one that, perhaps, is the most telling claims that they do not desire power because they know what will happen if they take it. Some other facet of their being makes them undesirable as leaders, no matter if they can see the effect of their actions better than others.

There is a second realm of thought, however. It claims that these people do not take charge because they know that no matter what they do, it won’t change what happens.



You Can’t Be a Good Samaritan Without a Poor Sap

Throughout Erebus, heroes and villains of all kinds have heard of the Bannor’s plight, and for one reason or another have made a great exodus to the area. Some – the richer, the luckier, the more intelligent – filter in by sea.

Others take the land route… which for the most part becomes the underground route, leading directly to a shallow grave. The Clan does not like trespassers. However, a large percentage of the landgoers are skilled enough (or lucky enough) to make it past the lines.

The Bannor, on the other hand, will take whoever they can get. Many of the immigrants are great heroes and warriors, pledging arms to battle – some others are common criminals, who quickly resume their old trades and nearly as quickly become volunteered to the front lines. Both types of man are useful.

All nations of the world besides the Clan and Bannor lose 300 population.
The Clan loses 1000 population.
The Bannor get one Demagogue healed fully.



War – What Ain’t it Good For?

The Ljosolfar/Svartalfar border, while never exactly a pleasant place to be, has been especially plagued by skirmishes of late. It seems that whatever the decisions of the national leaders, the common peasants of each side are quite willing to begin the old feud once again.

Both elvish nations lose 1000 population.


Staying for Another Drink…

The Svartalfar troubles with pirates continue.

Svarts lose yet another 1000 population… thomas, it’s just not your day.
Karimir gets another ship.



The Sun’s Too Bright On Sundays

The Balseraph’s giant party was a rollicking success… but those few who make the ridiculous claim at staying “sober” through it are beginning to spread rumors that some of what happened seemed beyond even Balseraph capability. That some of the ponies were unicorns, or that some of them were jumping a fence, or that some of them were just damned weird. These people have been swiftly abducted and taken to the nearest bar, then forced to slam a half-dozen shots. They’re not really coherent anymore, so no worries!

Balseraph Partygoers get a bonus point of Strength, due to… something odd… more drinks all around!


It’s Not the Swine Flu, Is It?!?!?

Disease has struck Erebus. Starting from the southern Luichirp lands, and swiftly spreading north into the Ljosolfar forest, people begin to sicken and die. Curiously, the plague seems to be relatively limited in scope; it extends quite far on a north/south line, but it very narrow east to west. However, many ignore this fact, and instead everyone anywhere close to the infected areas begins to panic.

Luichirp and Ljosolfar lose 3000 pop each, and a temporary .05 to productivity


And Because I Say So… The Murderous Rampage Begins


It started on the island of Tinstamel. Perhaps it was a Sidaran creation that escaped even their magical mastery; perhaps it was instead a Sheiam demon loosed on the world. Perhaps it was something entirely different. No one know for sure, since no one with the experience to guess is long dead.

It took a mere week for the first thousand to die. It took three months, and thousands more, for it to end. The last handful of survivors, shellshocked and bloody, look to each other for what comfort they can get, and rejoice that they still live and the enemy does not. Or so they think…

For the enemy is not dead. Just recuperating, hidden on a pirate ship headed for points south. He knows that the survivors think him dead, but it does not bother him. They did not gain victory over him; he simply got bored with the game. Plus, that island had run out of alfalfa.

One survivor, who was perhaps a little more perceptive than the others, does not celebrate as the others. Instead, he has begun a great project: a lighthouse and watchtower, to do what he can to guard against the terror’s return. So that none may forget, he inscribes it’s name upon the door: Bun-bun…

The Sheiam and Sidar both lose 20% of their population… this is, partially, for my own entertainment, and partially because they’re both nonessential NPC’s anyway.

Who am I kidding? BE AFRAID, nations. Be VERY afraid… :evil:
 
Ahh.... done. Stats may have to wait until Sunday, as if the NES needed any more mod procrastination - except that my brother's bach party is tomorrow, so I'm not going to be near a computer nor in a condition to do anything with it. Soz, all.
 
20% of the population? :eek:
 
Does that mean character stuff already happened or is
that the Stats? I dont remember anymore :blush:
 
This was the character stuff; however, to make some of the connections you have to read b between the lines of what the characters wrote. Plus I added a couple things, to shake things up since I was so slow in the first place.

Anyway, stats should be out Sunday, and then national orders will be due in by Thursday.
 
So, Thomas... How does that Lanun protection sound now? I really think you should look into it...
 
Orange I'm going to have to drop out sorry. It's exam period and I'm in too many NESes and other forum games right now.
 
Windigo...:scared:
 
@the forest auro:

i don't know how this affects your plans but please PM me any details you want me to include for your 'plan'
 
[IMPATIENT] WAAAH!!! I WANT MY STATS :cry:[/IMPATIENT]
 
Seon... I don't think your IMPATIENT tags worked.... check your syntax :lol:
 
Now I wonder about how many people will agree to this, but a song that describes me (and some other people :mischief: in this thread) :p

This

This one's more perfect
 
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