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"y" in the way Umi-san was saying it means "why", likely as a way for Umi-san to question why Candese voted for the Northern Trade Post.What the *quack* are you on about?
I was wondering what was with the "y"?
"y" in the way Umi-san was saying it means "why", likely as a way for Umi-san to question why Candese voted for the Northern Trade Post.What the *quack* are you on about?
I was wondering what was with the "y"?
Or we could not sabotage our success on a whim, or to make a point, or just to see what happens when you make horrible decisions on purpose. I like it when we aren't on fire. Not burning is nice.
...?[X][Conq] Just the western parts (Thunder Speakers become vassal, Txolla annex additional territory, rest of the Thunder Horse fragment into desperate city states)
I don't want us to over expand; i also know that vote is completely tied up, so i feel free to go with that instinct instead of doing a more thorough analysis or reading through the dozens of pages i skipped...?
abby-san/chan.... you're abandoning our brothers in life, the TH
Well our admin hero is in control, so its up to him, but we probably don't have the actions for it... we've got our guild action tied up in finishing grand docks, because we never rolled bonus progress an we rolled the full 6 actions in needed progress. We've got either a main action or a secondary action tied up for place to the stars; probably the latter, setting our provinces to it. So our hero will probably have a main and one secondary to work with...and we'll need centralization, we'll want stability to go to a golden age, and we'll want to complete the remaining quests, so at most i think he'd influence or integrate one vassal.So, next turn is confirmed for at least one secondary influence on each of our new vassals?
Like
They seriously need it. Both in terms of culture and in terms of fixing their kicked in shit
*hopeful waiting*This is what we're calling the Ymaryn now.
I'm changing all the Strategic Maps to reflect this new state of affairs.
We're still on mega support I thinkWe've got either a main action or a secondary action tied up for place to the stars; probably the latter, setting our provinces to it
No, we are in Balanced because of our hero taking over the turn and deciding that is better.
Admin hero just switched to balanced this last turn, to complete more quests (and presumably because he didn't want to start a new megaproject, and decided the quests, and not wasting 2 secondaries on stat actions, were more important than ensuring we finished grand docks last turn)
Whoops. Huh. Aight then.No, we are in Balanced because of our hero taking over the turn and deciding that is better.
And yet the gods promised us peace and prosperity if we send a dragon and a dragon egg to the east.
sauceNo it was do those things and a series of other complicated tasks
[X][Conq] Take the northern lowlands (Thunder Speakers become vassal, Txolla annex additional territory, gain Ruined Thunder Horse as vassal, remainder fragment, -4 Econ and 4 temporary Econ damage from supporting wrecked vassal)
According to our calculations, if we perform a series of extremely careful steps we can ensure fabulous peace and prosperity for at least a century, but if we fail at this, or worse yet turn against the prophecies, then terrible ruin might be awaiting us," the High Priest explained.
"Explain," the king asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I'll gloss over the details that got us here, but within the turning of the next solstice we must let go of one enemy, take up a shield for a friendly stranger, and bring forth a dragon and dragon egg to the east," the Spirit Chief explained.
TBD said:So, has anyone deciphered the prophecy yet. I think we can all agree it talks about the decline of the Ymarin (Khmetri?) and the ensuing chaos, but I'm still unsure about some things. For example, that deafening roar. It doesn't really fit with what they're doing. They bribe their enemies, they don't threaten them.Macademia Nut said:"The sun shall set upon the dragon of the West.
It's roar deafens the ears of men.
It's claws tear the earth.
As it falls, all burn.
A black bird.
Weeps.
"
Macademia Nut said:Vote Locked
[x] Move forces towards the Eastern Border (Stop advance vs Harmurri , Weaken Eastern Garisson, Prepare for strike vs the Ymarin)
[x] Support Prophecy (???)
-[X] Support [x2]
CubitoServantes said:Thread Locked
Really, I say I'm going to take a week off, and then you do this?
Oh, @DocMatoi to add to this, we also have hints that we should be building a theatre, and i dont think AN ever confirmed whether we succeeded in the traders quest with the iron trade, and we apparently get new quests after a single turn, so depending on when exactly that works, our admin hero might have those to focus on too...Well our admin hero is in control, so its up to him, but we probably don't have the actions for it... we've got our guild action tied up in finishing grand docks, because we never rolled bonus progress an we rolled the full 6 actions in needed progress. We've got either a main action or a secondary action tied up for place to the stars; probably the latter, setting our provinces to it. So our hero will probably have a main and one secondary to work with...and we'll need centralization, we'll want stability to go to a golden age, and we'll want to complete the remaining quests, so at most i think he'd influence or integrate one vassal.
Thunder Horse Negaverse
The Dragon from the West
Soldiers crowd the city to the bursting point. The atmosphere in the city is tense, the threat of war fraying the nerves of the soldiers and citizens. Every day more soldiers arrive, long columns of men marching across dirt tracks towards the border towns. The space within the walls has long since filled, and so the tents sprawl around the city, fields of white and gray slowly engulfing the surrounding farmland. The farmers grumble as they see their harvest trampled inch by inch. They will endure, as their grandfathers had when their fathers went to war. Now, their sons go to war, and victory shall come.
Their honor demands it. The prophecy foretells it. It was on everyone's lips these days, recounted by every priest and orator. The Dragon of the West was coming. The Dragon company hsd marched towards the border, their general among them. The priests said she was a cripple, her body brought down by the sheer amount of blood curses the Thunder Horse had sworn against her in the last war. The hate still ran deep, and the warriors hsd seethed when they first heard their chance at vengeance was so close. But the priests pled with the King to wait, and he agreed. The prophecy must be followed. It was the only way.
When the sun set, and the Dragon fell, only then would they strike.
Today, the day of the fall, a mild summer breeze blows through the fields. It is a nice day. The farmers work their animals, the workmen ply their craft, merchants heckle goods and the soldiers train at arms. If not for the latter, it would be a perfectly ordinary day. Even so, the war appeared far away. Just like the weeks before, the scouts had reported no movement among the Ymarin forces on the river. They were still there, still watchful, just waiting. The King is getting impatient, and the soldiers restless. Humor helps them pass the time . Perhaps, one jokes, the Ymarin are waiting for their General to take the first step. Perhaps, another replies, they daree not leave the forest for fear the sky will fall upon their heads.
As the soldiers joke and the King debated by his priest, the sun slowly sets behind the distant mountains. Beneath a blood red sky, citizens and soldiers alike are slowly returning to their homes and tents. Suddenly, a single cry interrupts this ordinary. The Western sky, red like blood, is glowing. The air feels hot, like a sweltering summers day. As the glow brightens, more and more people stop to observe this clearly divine sign. When the light becomes blinding, they avert their eyes. Some take of clothes to deal with the now suffocating heat.
And then the screams start. People flee from the now burning light, stumble halfblinded, looking for shelter where they can find it. The priests take refuge in the Temple, the citizens in their houses, the soldiers in their tents.Others hide in ditches or behind walls, doing everything not to get caught by the burning light.
Then, suddenly, the sky ruptures and the Gods themselves wipe clean the land. With one big sweep they reap the fields, flatten the smouldering tents and tear down the houses of the city. No single house, not even the Temple, is spared. Thousands die, crushed by the ruins of their homes. Those who remain are wounded or unconcious. They do not escape when the fire engulfs the city.