Sorry to hear that.... you are of course free to leave at any time....
But for your character, I'm afraid the only way out of Aztlan is death
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Sorry to hear that.... you are of course free to leave at any time....
But for your character, I'm afraid the only way out of Aztlan is death
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
Hmmmm..... I have food for him. Could I take him into my house? 2X the toiling!
swimandciv
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I look at the world around me and consider my options. I could live an entire life of toil, or I can commit suicide.
Hey, swimandciv is back! Welcome back!
I'm afraid commit suicide is not on the action list so its not a valid option, but feel free to propose it as an addition to the list.
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
I can adopt your character..... 
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
What!?!?!?!? Why do that when we can have twice the toil?
GreyWithAnE
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Swim&civ: The best way to commit suicide is probably to use your next action to "move" to some unowned hex, then sit and starve. If you merely leave the game now then you'll still automatically toil every other action for whoever owns your hex (until you starve), which is exactly what you didn't want to do.
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
Capture him! I will be nice to you swimmy!
EDIT: THis isn't an order, its more of a joke.
EDIT: THis isn't an order, its more of a joke.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Second order: Make Swim&civ my slave.
Jehoshua
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It would be most amusing if you failed in your attempt to enslave swimandcivs character, considering the price of failure is enslavement in turn. Well its a 50/50 shot for you, I will be watching the outcome 
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PS: Im sure Yahzuk will run attempts to enslave Swimandciv fairly also so if your playing that its a certain bet than you should reconsider.
.PS: Im sure Yahzuk will run attempts to enslave Swimandciv fairly also so if your playing that its a certain bet than you should reconsider.
filli_noctus
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It would be most amusing if you failed in your attempt to enslave swimandcivs character, considering the price of failure is enslavement in turn. Well its a 50/50 shot for you, I will be watching the outcome
PS: Im sure Yahzuk will run attempts to enslave Swimandciv fairly also so if your playing that its a certain bet than you should reconsider.
Should be entertaining, the Law of Hilarious Outcomes and Murphy's Law both agree on this one - come the end of the session, swimandciv will have two slaves.
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
I hope you aren't counting me as one....
I changed my above post to reflect that fact that I didn't mean it as a order.
I changed my above post to reflect that fact that I didn't mean it as a order.
In view of progress, I see is as my duty to:
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
My action has been changed.
GreyWithAnE
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Well, someone's got to make babies around here before we all die off .
For the record, the vast majority of this was written before Chicona's fling was posted. I figure the difference in tone would be enough to absolve any plagiarism accusations, but you never can be too careful.
*****
Session 1 - Evening
"The Seeds of a Future"
The Yilfruit tribe couldnt have been happier. After dozens of them had donated their foragings to the community pot, someone spawned the idea of celebrating all that had happened, and the party had raged into the night. The music of drums, the taste of the yilfruit, and the joy of each others company, all under a glorious full moon, truly brought the tribe together in a way it had never been before.
Throughout the evening, a blur of successive men and women had pulled Eazu aside. Thanks abounded -- all thanked him for the yilfruit cache and for the gifts of gold to those who gathered it -- but the requests came as well. Many asked of his friendship with Cuautlequetzqui, now Tenochtitlan; many asked for favors of the Tlatoani. Half the tribe members asked him to become their Citizlan, and the other half asked him to denounce Joatzli and Ahuizotl (who had won his challenge) as usurpers of godly will. A few older men asked if Eazu would marry their daughters. But at all requests he demurred, graciously. Now was not the time to make pacts, but a time to celebrate the glory of the gods, of divine Tenochtitlan and all that is good and right, he insisted.
But truthfully, Eazu was the only one at the festival who was distracted from the celebration. Cuautls sudden change vexed him. Had his friend, the gangly Monkqui from lands unknown, truly been touched by the gods, even become one himself? Had he simply decided to act upon his impulses to rule, and woven a story around it? Was it something else altogether, perhaps a large misunderstanding? Was this truly the intervention of the gods guiding the fate of Atzlan, as they did in all things? Eazu longed to visit the pyramid and learn the truth from his friend directly.
---
Eazu woke in the dead of night, having dozed on a makeshift chair that one tribseman built for him of branches and yilfruit leaves. He was the only one awake in the meeting house now, all others having retreated to their homes or fallen asleep themselves on the floor of the hall. He sat still for a time, watching the still-burning fire flicker off the frames of his sleeping tribesmen, and listening to their breathing and to the sounds of the jungle. Was todays peace to continue, as it was so tempting to hope? Or was this a calm before a storm that would batter Aztlan, brought on by the hubris of those who would rule their fellows? Only the gods knew.
Then he saw her. The woman with the dark eyes who had first challenged him when the runner arrived. She had not been present at the feast -- Eazu knew, for he had looked for her at every chance. Now she stood at the threshold of the pavilion that defined the meeting house, lit by fire on one side and moonlight on the other. She stood, arms crossed, in the same posture and nearly the same exact position as he saw her last.
Good evening, Eazu said.
What do you really believe? she asked.
He wanted to rise from the chair and approach her, but the time wasnt right. I believe we are a people, who belong to both the Yilfruit and the Atzlan.
That is not an answer. You know what I ask.
He did, but he was too unsure of his answer to admit it. I would rather ask what you believe.
I believe that when you wait for your own people to open themselves to you, then steal them from themselves, that is an unholy evil. You sit in that chair and say you wish for no power. But that chair is a throne, even if you will not say it. As all men do, you want power and you want control. You are no different than Joatzli, or Ahuitzotl, or Cuautlequetzqui, only instead of taking power you will wait to be given it. In the end it is the same.
She was right, at least partially. Eazu saw the tribe coalescing around him, and he only halfheartedly tried to stop it. He believed it was wrong, but would not oppose it outright, just in case the wise choice would be to change his mind, someday. If men give power of their own will, should they not be allowed to give it? Should they then be stopped against their will? And if you would stand against me, are you not merely controlling them in another way?
The woman spat into the fire, where it sizzled. You veil your arrogance with words. Freedom is freedom. You and your man-god work against that. I have been to the pyramid and I saw the feast they held for him tonight. It was horrible, disgusting. Like rotted flesh or blood carelessly spilt. Many eager youths were sacrificed to Tezcatlipoca, and a legion of our best jaguar soldiers was dispatched to conquer all that they see. All for this man who says he serves the gods and wants only glory for Aztlan. But I find it strange that the servant of the gods has all men to serve him. Strange that by claiming the will of the gods he gains all for himself here on earth.
Eazu had wanted to interrupt at every sentence, but she had driven on. In the end, he said only, Strange, indeed.
A flicker of emotion dashed her intensity for a moment, and she looked as if she would stamp and swear. But she didnt. Eazulotl, tell me. This man, Tenochtitlan. You know him, or who he used to be. Does he lie? Does he use us for his own ends?
Eazu rose from his chair and approached the fire, walking around it to meet her. He surveyed his sleeping comrades around the house and all were breathing peacefully. Whatever he said, only she would hear his response. Best to tell the truth, he thought. He felt she somehow deserved it.
I do not know. Yesterday I knew him. Today I am...confused. Coming from a man, his actions would be troubling and damning indeed. But coming from a god, if he indeed is one...How could we hope to know his mind? The ways of the gods have always confused men, and why would this new god be any different for being among us?
The woman did not respond and her face unreadable in the dimming firelight, so he continued. One thing is clear, if only this: whatever the truth holds, Aztlan and all within it stand on a precipice. Some future beckons. It is perhaps wonderful, perhaps terrible, and perhaps both and neither at once. For a long pause they stood, nearly touching, in the darkening meeting house.
Then maybe you are more than you seem, Eazulotl, she finally replied.
The woman and Eazu spoke all through the night, and they spoke of all things. They talked of freedom, power, will, and faith. Of gods and men, and the correct ways to live. He learned her name was Matlan and that she had no kin, all lost to a rogue warlord years ago. She learned that the words which she said veiled his arrogance were in truth veiling ignorance as well, and that the world and its workings mystified and fascinated Eazu. And -- as so often happens on these long nights of conversation -- each, individually and secretly, decided that the will and essence of the other was their perfect complement.
The next day when Eazu was nowhere to be found, the tribe sent out a search for him. Eazu and Matlan were found under a yilfruit tree, asleep in each others arms.
Soon after, they were married in the ever-expanding meeting house, next to the never-depeleted yilfruit cache. And soon after that Tlaloc granted them their first son. They named him Ebzulotl, and he was born with silver-grey hair.
*****
With his evening action for Session 1, Eazu will procreate, consuming 4 food.
.For the record, the vast majority of this was written before Chicona's fling was posted. I figure the difference in tone would be enough to absolve any plagiarism accusations, but you never can be too careful.
*****
Session 1 - Evening
"The Seeds of a Future"
The Yilfruit tribe couldnt have been happier. After dozens of them had donated their foragings to the community pot, someone spawned the idea of celebrating all that had happened, and the party had raged into the night. The music of drums, the taste of the yilfruit, and the joy of each others company, all under a glorious full moon, truly brought the tribe together in a way it had never been before.
Throughout the evening, a blur of successive men and women had pulled Eazu aside. Thanks abounded -- all thanked him for the yilfruit cache and for the gifts of gold to those who gathered it -- but the requests came as well. Many asked of his friendship with Cuautlequetzqui, now Tenochtitlan; many asked for favors of the Tlatoani. Half the tribe members asked him to become their Citizlan, and the other half asked him to denounce Joatzli and Ahuizotl (who had won his challenge) as usurpers of godly will. A few older men asked if Eazu would marry their daughters. But at all requests he demurred, graciously. Now was not the time to make pacts, but a time to celebrate the glory of the gods, of divine Tenochtitlan and all that is good and right, he insisted.
But truthfully, Eazu was the only one at the festival who was distracted from the celebration. Cuautls sudden change vexed him. Had his friend, the gangly Monkqui from lands unknown, truly been touched by the gods, even become one himself? Had he simply decided to act upon his impulses to rule, and woven a story around it? Was it something else altogether, perhaps a large misunderstanding? Was this truly the intervention of the gods guiding the fate of Atzlan, as they did in all things? Eazu longed to visit the pyramid and learn the truth from his friend directly.
---
Eazu woke in the dead of night, having dozed on a makeshift chair that one tribseman built for him of branches and yilfruit leaves. He was the only one awake in the meeting house now, all others having retreated to their homes or fallen asleep themselves on the floor of the hall. He sat still for a time, watching the still-burning fire flicker off the frames of his sleeping tribesmen, and listening to their breathing and to the sounds of the jungle. Was todays peace to continue, as it was so tempting to hope? Or was this a calm before a storm that would batter Aztlan, brought on by the hubris of those who would rule their fellows? Only the gods knew.
Then he saw her. The woman with the dark eyes who had first challenged him when the runner arrived. She had not been present at the feast -- Eazu knew, for he had looked for her at every chance. Now she stood at the threshold of the pavilion that defined the meeting house, lit by fire on one side and moonlight on the other. She stood, arms crossed, in the same posture and nearly the same exact position as he saw her last.
Good evening, Eazu said.
What do you really believe? she asked.
He wanted to rise from the chair and approach her, but the time wasnt right. I believe we are a people, who belong to both the Yilfruit and the Atzlan.
That is not an answer. You know what I ask.
He did, but he was too unsure of his answer to admit it. I would rather ask what you believe.
I believe that when you wait for your own people to open themselves to you, then steal them from themselves, that is an unholy evil. You sit in that chair and say you wish for no power. But that chair is a throne, even if you will not say it. As all men do, you want power and you want control. You are no different than Joatzli, or Ahuitzotl, or Cuautlequetzqui, only instead of taking power you will wait to be given it. In the end it is the same.
She was right, at least partially. Eazu saw the tribe coalescing around him, and he only halfheartedly tried to stop it. He believed it was wrong, but would not oppose it outright, just in case the wise choice would be to change his mind, someday. If men give power of their own will, should they not be allowed to give it? Should they then be stopped against their will? And if you would stand against me, are you not merely controlling them in another way?
The woman spat into the fire, where it sizzled. You veil your arrogance with words. Freedom is freedom. You and your man-god work against that. I have been to the pyramid and I saw the feast they held for him tonight. It was horrible, disgusting. Like rotted flesh or blood carelessly spilt. Many eager youths were sacrificed to Tezcatlipoca, and a legion of our best jaguar soldiers was dispatched to conquer all that they see. All for this man who says he serves the gods and wants only glory for Aztlan. But I find it strange that the servant of the gods has all men to serve him. Strange that by claiming the will of the gods he gains all for himself here on earth.
Eazu had wanted to interrupt at every sentence, but she had driven on. In the end, he said only, Strange, indeed.
A flicker of emotion dashed her intensity for a moment, and she looked as if she would stamp and swear. But she didnt. Eazulotl, tell me. This man, Tenochtitlan. You know him, or who he used to be. Does he lie? Does he use us for his own ends?
Eazu rose from his chair and approached the fire, walking around it to meet her. He surveyed his sleeping comrades around the house and all were breathing peacefully. Whatever he said, only she would hear his response. Best to tell the truth, he thought. He felt she somehow deserved it.
I do not know. Yesterday I knew him. Today I am...confused. Coming from a man, his actions would be troubling and damning indeed. But coming from a god, if he indeed is one...How could we hope to know his mind? The ways of the gods have always confused men, and why would this new god be any different for being among us?
The woman did not respond and her face unreadable in the dimming firelight, so he continued. One thing is clear, if only this: whatever the truth holds, Aztlan and all within it stand on a precipice. Some future beckons. It is perhaps wonderful, perhaps terrible, and perhaps both and neither at once. For a long pause they stood, nearly touching, in the darkening meeting house.
Then maybe you are more than you seem, Eazulotl, she finally replied.
The woman and Eazu spoke all through the night, and they spoke of all things. They talked of freedom, power, will, and faith. Of gods and men, and the correct ways to live. He learned her name was Matlan and that she had no kin, all lost to a rogue warlord years ago. She learned that the words which she said veiled his arrogance were in truth veiling ignorance as well, and that the world and its workings mystified and fascinated Eazu. And -- as so often happens on these long nights of conversation -- each, individually and secretly, decided that the will and essence of the other was their perfect complement.
The next day when Eazu was nowhere to be found, the tribe sent out a search for him. Eazu and Matlan were found under a yilfruit tree, asleep in each others arms.
Soon after, they were married in the ever-expanding meeting house, next to the never-depeleted yilfruit cache. And soon after that Tlaloc granted them their first son. They named him Ebzulotl, and he was born with silver-grey hair.
*****
With his evening action for Session 1, Eazu will procreate, consuming 4 food.
Tambien
Theseus, Duke of Athens
OOC: I would never accuse you of plaugerisation! It is too different from mine, and I changed my action because I didn't have enoughb food to support it. Rest assured, next trun Chicona will have some fun....
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