SLNES I: Masters of Ethereal

Ha. The smell of victory is a fine smell. Yet the losses we suffered are to be mourned and returned to mother by good burial. With the end of the menace from Lakestone I must now move west, where another menace grew strong. Barbarians in this plains seem so... Menacing all the time. This is but the beginning of the free realm of The Maldia Plains.
The priests of Lakestone aided us against the tyrant that was once there. No longer will that caste cause damage to my people, or any other people. Horagrid and all villages are now safe. As for the priests, their beliefs are good for me and their peaceful attitude is to. I will let them choose a governor to Lakestone, one of their own, to rule to inner matters of the castle. The freedom they earned by this fighting will be kept by me and them together.

As for Jolang... I will now move my attention to them. That city will not last longer than a powerful castle.

from Camrol Steedi
to Horagrid:
Ha! The barbarian menace falls! As promised I have protected your city and lands, and much sacrifice was made in the process. Mother Nature was on our side, and now warlord Maion is in my custody. But he will not remain with me, for it is not me that his forces plundered. I give you Warlord Maion, to give him a proper trial in the name of mother.
I also wish to inform you that I have begun construction of a great nature temple to mother in a village not far. Those who wish to give her your best are truly welcome to donate for the quier construction of the building.

to Klailak's Priesthood of Lakestone
We have done it! We have done it together! Let us mourn the dead today and rejoice for victory tomorrow in great festivities. You have helped in gaining your freedom from the tyrant and now I will give you this freedom. It is you who will choose the governor for Lakestone.You can choose one of your own, I heard warrior priest Raigon has much promise in him as a fine governor for the castle. I will also personally finance and train a force of your priests to take with me for the defeat of the western barbarian threat. May mother nature bless us all.

to Griskglan:
Far neighbors of the south. Mother nature bless us all. You have probably noticed less barbarians are bothering you this past season. The castle of Lakestone has been defeated and no longer will barbarian marauders will plunder this part of the world. I wish to open trade with your fine city and hear more of the wizard that dwell near you.

to Wizard Wendell the tall:
I hear music is playing in your realm. Mother nature does love a happy heart and who doesn't love to feast and party? Lakestone has fallen. I have a reason to party - will you with your fine ability to throw amazing parties throw one in Horagrid for the victory?

to Jolang
Your raids have been enough. Like Maion the Meance now I come to you, to bring justice and peace!
 
Should I not have an envoy by now, Starlife? :)
 
@nutranurse: He is a unit from Massive Attack's Wizard. He has cleverly joined your games. And yes, that's right - angry horde is basically around that blue mana node.

@Seon: As I've said many times, if you don't write in your orders your unit has completed - I won't include it. I will add it later today, nonetheless.
 
To: Camrol Steedi

The City of Jolang sits under the protection of Lord Arthurdin's Imperium of peace. Though we look to all the world with friendship in our gaze, should you, or anyone, attempt to take Jolang, they will feel the wrath of the Imperium.
We understand that the city has for long raided the Centaurs of the plains. For this we are sorry. However, none left living in this city has committed these crimes. The Rogue princeling and his marauding army were killed when they tried a coup to establish themselves as the rulers of Jolang. As such, we hope that you will desist from your plan to attack Jolang.


@Starlife:
A couple things:
First, I had ordered my lost dwarves to take that town directly to the north of Jolang.
Secondly, I had also built a unit of Wings of Memory, which isn't in my stats
Thirdly, Do cities grow over time?
Other than that, Great update :)
 
@thomas: Your Wings of Memory can't be ready this turn. They won't be ready until the next turn, because they cost 64 gold. And if you don't mention during your next orders they have been completed, they won't exist.

As for the town, if you don't see that you conquered it on the map and you don't see me mentioning it in the update, it means you didn't get it. I would consider what you did in Jolang to be a long, seasonal affair taking up most of your military/unit-based efforts.
 
To: Camrol Steedi

The City of Jolang sits under the protection of Lord Arthurdin's Imperium of peace. Though we look to all the world with friendship in our gaze, should you, or anyone, attempt to take Jolang, they will feel the wrath of the Imperium.
We understand that the city has for long raided the Centaurs of the plains. For this we are sorry. However, none left living in this city has committed these crimes. The Rogue princeling and his marauding army were killed when they tried a coup to establish themselves as the rulers of Jolang. As such, we hope that you will desist from your plan to attack Jolang.

Also: Yes, we are the Imperium of peace... And peace is our ultimate goal. But do not think that this makes us weak. We know that, to achieve this ultimate goal, violence has to be used. we destroyed the Orcish bandits raiding us, and we killed the Rogue Prince.
 
from Camrol

to Lord Arthudin:
It is hard enough to see the digging and breaking of mother in your realm, now you say you protect barbarians marauders? Do you have proof of your claims that Jolang menacing armies have been stopped? Bring proof and I will never come near the place for I look for peace in this world full of threats.
 
from Camrol

to Lord Arthudin:
It is hard enough to see the digging and breaking of mother in your realm, now you say you protect barbarians marauders? Do you have proof of your claims that Jolang menacing armies have been stopped? Bring proof and I will never come near the place for I look for peace in this world full of threats.

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I, Prince Zahir of Jolang, am proof of the Imperium's assistance to our realm. We are peaceful barbarians, who have recently rid the world of my evil brother Prince Raheed - with the help of the Goldtier Dwarves. Your threats on us show that your words of "peace" are but charades lost in the Maldia Plain. Once we were starving due to my evil brother's militaristic aims. Now we have food, and we farm and fish and only have a standing army thanks to the efforts of Lord Arthurdin.

erez87 said:
to Griskglan:
Far neighbors of the south. Mother nature bless us all. You have probably noticed less barbarians are bothering you this past season. The castle of Lakestone has been defeated and no longer will barbarian marauders will plunder this part of the world. I wish to open trade with your fine city and hear more of the wizard that dwell near you.

Indeed! Well done, Centaurs, well done. The warrior-priests of Klailak were once our dear friends, and now once more they can be. Do remember that without their assistance from within, the castle would not have fallen.
 
from Camrol
to Jolang:
I am happy to hear Jolang is now a bastion of farming and growth rather than marauders and murderers. I hope it will remain this way, for the memories of a planned invasion of Jolang forces into the plains in this season are still very very strong. I will trust you, Prince Zahir of Jolang, please do not harm this trust.

to Griskglan:
Oh yes. We are well aware of the priest's part of the fall of the castle. That is why we will let them control the inner needs of their castle and will keep them as close friends forever. You say you are friends of them? Than you are friends of Camrol as well. Trade through the sea already exists and I can only hope to see a great road from Lakestone to Griskglan as soon as possible.
 
While walking trough the fallen town of Senda all his weary eyes can see is treason. No one is to be trusted. Especially not those you hide their deeds behind glistering flowers and illusional flowers.
"Grrrrnnaaarrhh! Bandits, burrrglars, cheats, crrriminals, crrrhooks, defalcatorrrs, embezzlerrrs, heisterrrs, housebrrreakerrrs, kleptomaniacs, larrrcenerrrs, larrrcenists, moonlighterrrs, muggerrrs, owls, pickpockets, pilferrrerrrs, pirrrates, porrrch climberrrs, prrrowlers, punks, purrrloiners, rrrobbers, scrrroungers, shoplifters, spiderrrs, stealerrrs, stickup arrrtists, swindlerrrs, oathbrrreakerrrs. Those brraabaarians of gwynedd! Acting as they wherrre blody high elvess. Dancing arround like therree is no burrrrden in life, putting fancy flowerrrs in their hairr like that helpss anybody. Then they agrreee to something just to backstap you underrr the bloody banner of goodwill."
Suddenly he stopped his rant, spumes of saliva around his mouth. His eyes began to twitch. His neck hair began to stick out. Fear was crawling back into his poor little soul. Once again he felt like the little elven boy abandoned by his people. Left alone with the fear. And even thou he hated them with all which was left of his heart, and just a while ago his sole aim in life was to bring misery upon them, he felt even more lonely since he had that nightmare where his homeworld disappeared.
Cowering beneath the ruins of what once had been a orphanage for the less fortuned children of Senda, he wanted to hide from all the evil in this world, from all the evil which was out to get him, from all the evil in his soul.
He could feel that in was there, inside him, just under the surface. And he realized with pain that in was waking up again. A smell touched his nose, travelled inside his mind to wake up that creature hiding in the dark. It was the smell of human blood drying in the sun.
With a deep snarl he got up, turning towards the source. A grin creeped back into his snout as he saw who was gathering for him. A group of young soul eaters their fur sticking together from blood. Covered in blood, covered in souls. And more where to arrive soon, he could sense, he could smell, he could taste. Now he knew what to do. Now there was nothing to fear from for that little boy anymore, because the beast would take care. Yes, he would teach them the fear.
With a short gnarl he ordered the souleaters to follow him back to the citadel where he collected the souls they had gathered for him. Together with some crrrystall and some vowels of spell he forced the souls into a masher. It took some time to grinds those two thousand, but it was surely worth it. In the end he had a cup full with black powder where he just had to add some water to get the desired soul ink. With an sharp feather he carved himself an tattoo depiction the scenery of a burning city at the sea.
If one would have had the change to get a closer look at that tattoo, one would see that it was moving and one could realize that the souls of the two thousand dead where trapped in there bond to continuously witness the fall of their city and their own dead.
But he kept a small portion of that ink for other purposes. The first would be the following letter:
To Gwynedd
From Akhoowoo


Dear bigoted Gwydion, ruler and oath breaker of Gwynedd,
as it seems you do not care at all about any agreements you give your word to. I do not even fell like explaining your wrongs to you. Either you are so stupid that you do not understand it, or you just don`t care. Anyway it seems to us that you choose your path, and the path of traitors is the path of pain. So enjoy your time in freedom, grace yourself with flowers if you fell like, play some lovely songs of music or just go outside and burn yourself. That would probably be less painful than what i have prepared for you.

P.S.: Oh by the way, if you did not realize this letter was written with soul, so better don’t shred it otherwise you might hurt someone.
 
From Gwynedd to Akhoowoo

Oath breaker, us? I will remind you of our word,
As was sent by our latest many colored bird:

We have heard enough of your barking.
Senda is not yet part of your realm.
Leave them alone. You can overwhelm
Them but all I have done is trading.
You however raided west and stole
Past my lands. Yet you keep demanding.
You slaughter and enslave countries whole
While we are allying and trading.
You raid, give no excuse and demand.
Such outrage we will not long withstand.

You stole past the borders we agreed to the ruins of a tower
For that breach you gave no excuse. Insults, threats, demands: a shower
You sent upon us, offering nothing in exchange. All you're doing
Is enslaving humans and elves, treating them like they were nothing.
You would prevent us from trading with free cities and just slaughter
Those you could befriend or ally. There are other ways to conquer.
You want to teach us fear? Learn the meanings of our words first: Enough!
It ment we don't tolerate your demands and your tone. We said enough:
We sent you a warning that you chose not to heed. For such slavers
As you we hold only contempt. Bring your armies and spells, your soldiers
And their mounts, your tricks and all the cantrips that you learnt in your scrolls,
Soul-stealer that calls us stealers. 't won't be easy to take our souls.

(Message sung by a bird that sends your letter back in his talons.)
 
Gnollen Wolf Riders
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The Gnolls are often semi-nomadic. Their cities are spread out, massive encampments. They need to get around. Using the giant wolves of the plains, they have been able to create a formidable, mobile defense for their settlements or versatile foes for their enemies.
Those are members of the worldly packs of norclove, that means not of the Akh'rrr. They are lead by the Bharhakh'rrr, the beta-pack and consist of members of gamma-packs.

Spoiler :
20 riders
Veteran (8)
Maces/Heavy Weapons (0)
Leather (2)
Shield (2)
Combatant Mount (0)
12 gold to train, 6 to maintain
Recruit and move the unit in the same orders.


Souleater
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Hyenas are covering themselves with the blood of their prey to gain prestige within their pack. These young warlocks are covering themselves not just with blood but with the striped souls of their prey to gain prestige among their kind and to gain arcane power. Their blood soaked fur would be enough to scare most foes away, but they also use their magical power as a passive aura which frightens the enemy.
During the first seasons since the appearance of the mages those souleaters gained a terrifying reputation in eastern netherreal, especially on the norclove steppes where they have been the tip of the spear of Akhoowoos army raiding the plains.
No witness will ever forget the cruelties they have done in Senda, slaughtering every human which dared to stand against the invasion. Not caring for mercy, just keen on collecting souls to hand them over to their master.
They are Akh'grorrhhs and Akhooholos (delta-members) of the Akh pack. Young adults in the pack of warlocks.

Spoiler :
20 riders
Veteran (8)
Maces/Heavy Weapons (0)
Leather (2)
Shield (2)
Combatant Mount (0)
Weak Magic (8/8)
20 gold to train, 10 to maintain
8 mana to train, 4 to maintain
Recruit and move the unit in the same orders.



Fearmonger
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If someone witnessed and survived the cruelties of the Akh'grorrhhs and Akhooholos (delta-members) he would not even want to think about what the Akh'arrhhs and Akhoows (gamma-member) will be capable of doing. These are the second tier members of the Akh'rrr. Elite in both warfare and magic.
Armed with heavy weapons and short bows they ride on their hungry wolfs through the lines of your army scattering your hopes, your dreams, your lifes.
First they shoot your friend with an rusty arrow, then they use their magic to scare you into agony and finally they tare your veins open while you are frozen in agony.
And if you hiding somewhere in shook they will sniff you out and offer your guts to their beastly mount.
Spoiler :

20 riders
Elite (16)
Spicked Maces/Heavy Weapons (0)
Shortbows (4)
Chainmail (medium) (8)
Shield (2)
Combatant Mount (0)
Weak Magic (20/20)
50 gold to train, 25 to maintain
20 mana to train, 10 to maintain
1 turn to recruit, move it on the next turn.


Walking fortress
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Whenever you see one of These approaching your town, there is nothing you can do but running. Run as fast as you can. And never look back, because you can never erase the image of an gigantic beast trembling down the palisade, opening the gate for the archers to rain down burning arrows onto your home and the warlocks summoning the horrors into your loved once.
The most experienced and highest ranking Akh'arrhhs and Akhoows (gamma-member) may be sitting on top of one of these. Accompanied by the finest archers of one of the worldly packs.

Spoiler :
1 olifant, 10 archers, 5 warlocks
Elite (16)
Heavy Weapons (0)
Longbows (8)
Plate (16)
Combatant Mount (0)
Magic Expert (60/60)
90 gold to train, 45 to maintain
60 mana to train, 30 to maintain
2 turns to recruit, move it on the 3rd turn.
 
Written in soul:
From Ng'graa Akh'rrr
To Gwydion


I murder you and laugh
I'm Ng'graa Akh'rrr slashing through the path
you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half
you a heathan that rely on the beast
I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest
I shine over beats
a motherfudgin' beast on the brick
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like
I bleed in a fight, an I like the taste of my blood
and I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug
dump your body in the :mad::mad::mad::mad: lake in a rug
face in the mud, y'all create the facade
that my people have exterminated faith in they god
patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm
go to war for anybody who embraces alarm
I'm gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war
and I'm ready to smash your :mad::mad::mad::mad: face in the floor


(OOC: borrowed from JMT)
 
TO: Rasaon, Spirit Taker and champion of Pragoam
FROM: Avanai, Blood Moon Champion


Rasaon,

I traveled from afar to participate in the challenge to be the master of the Redtear Fortress. The master of the fortress and you and your master, the wizard Soter, accepted that challenge.

First, you were to fight Gilgahar's champion, Denok. You fought him and defeated him with considerable skill and power.

Then you were supposed to fight me. However, your master's irresponsible actions have caused the Redtear fortress to be haunted by an army of ghost minotaurs. The actions of your master have denied me my right of challenge for Redtear fortress. To fight you now would be pointless, since we are here, and not there.

I could have asked that Gilgahar declared you in forfeit, but of course he is dead. Therefore, I will tell you what I want: I say here and now that I will the problem of the ghost minotaurs within six months. Unlike you, I shall do this on my own, without the help of my own master. If I succeed, then you will know that I am the true champion of Redtear and yield. If, after six months I have not succeeded, I will abdicate my right of challenge. You will be free to take control of the fortress, if you are able.
 
Gilvaethwy! Gilvaethwy! Wake up! Wake up!

The black bird sang on the window sill.
On the bed, a dark-haired man rose, disentangling himself from the arms of the sleeping beauty beside him.

Huh? What's that? Gwydion? Why send me a crow?
I preferred the other one, the yellow...


Shut up a moment, Gilvaethwy. You know
Who you slept with? D'you want to deal a blow
To the kingdom by angering all male
Nobles in Palinan? I still hear wail
And shout the last baron you made ****old



You mean baron Tiresias the old?
Do you know how long he hadn't graced his dame?
Ignoring this beauty was such a shame!


Gilvaethwy, stop it. You must take your leave.
I am tired to cast spells to deceive
These husbands in order to maintain peace.



If they can't fight in bed, then they should cease
Playing hubsands, let alone lofty lords


You crazy bard, shut up and pick your swords!
The ****old count is coming home early
Leave his bed now or we'll lose an ally.
Yesterday I paid to repair the inn
You destroyed in this brawl to save your skin
For the innkeeper would have had you hung
For the berserk spell on patrons you sung.
I'm tired of mending all that you mess
Now get out of there and leave the countess.


Footsteps were heard as the bard and the bird were quarrelling. Hearing these Gilvaethwy jumped out of bed, picked his clothes and his swords. He put on his kilt, but heard knocks at the door.

Gwydion dear can you help? I'm afraid it will be
A little touchy soon, or even real nasty.


The bird sighed and sang otherworldly words. The door which was opening stopped suddenly.

He's frozen for a minute. Hurry up and get out.

Gilvaethwy buckled his belt, retrieved his cap, kissed the still-sleeping girl, and jumped out the window. I'm sure you'll make me land safely said the bard as he fell from the tower. The black bird cursed and cast another spell, slowing the bard as he neared the cobblestones, letting him land without damage.

Spoiler :
OOC:This small story explains the prohibitive upkeep costs for the warrior-bard of Kazaë unit. A single individual can't reasonably require that much money and mana to upkeep. Therefore, I explain the costs by all the repairs Gwydion has to pay for the damage caused by the bard as he incites people to fight in taverns and ruins them. In addition, Gwydion has to waste mana to help Gilvaethwy get out of some dangerous situations, erasing the memories of betrayed husbands and other such annoying minor magic reparations.
 
To the Goblins of Yelak

Winter shall soon be among us. Our newest road have connected to you, and trade flows through the land. We seek permission to continue northward, connecting the myraid villages and towns of the Eastern Ridge of the Southern Goldtier.


To the Barbarians of Kess-fal

The Dark Elf has revealed her plumage. Our road has been built, sturdy and strong, and now our men, empowered by magic, stands within your city. Her mental bloodknights will not trouble you, nor are her physical Elven Infantry. I seek land to build an Embassy of Peace within your city as a sense of good will, and to expand my road building to within the Central Forest, to the foot hills of the Goldtier, and to the citadel, Wylias, to your north.


Minotaurs of Mylias Keep

I speak and I hear. I am Wendell the Tall, Wizard of Marburg, Protector of the Pordos Valley, and an Honorable Halfling. I bring greetings and good luck as winter returns. News I bring, of my friendship and of the roads and trade heading towards your noble keep. Will you accept these gifts?


To the Lady of Sephira

The Night Elf has shown her colors once again, for although she might be seeking good at day, their nighttime terrors rock the world. As another wizard, I bring you the Pedigree of Peace from my region, and wish to build a road to your great city. In addition, I wish to watch for Arya, and to defend from any further depravities of her mind.
 
To the Goblins of Yelak

Winter shall soon be among us. Our newest road have connected to you, and trade flows through the land. We seek permission to continue northward, connecting the myraid villages and towns of the Eastern Ridge of the Southern Goldtier.

:evil:BACK OFF ;)
 
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