Mid Era Game (FRANK WINS)

[DrPraetorious]

I got 25 water gems and 1000 gold from you - I sent the skulls this turn. No air or death gems, though.

[FrankTrollman]

Ah. Yeah, I got 25 Air Gems and 25 Death Gems from you, I was sending you a message about it wondering what was up. No problem, I'll send them to Oceania, it's not like we need the gems.

-Frank

[Twan]

Cool, thanks a lot.

[AdrianP]

Madness! Madness! A back-to-nature cult has taken over Ulm and is destroying our great nation. It's complete anarchy! Mobs are roaming around the nation destroying anything that resembles civilization and planting acorns.If only the army was here to save our great people.

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Good thing I am not playing this to win or I would have just screwed myself. Playing a suicidal game when it is not necessary is a first for me and I admit it's pretty funny, though I doubt c'tis appreciates my humor.

My huge battle against c'tis pitted 2 300+ man armies against each other. His side: his god, a lord of summer plague,several behemoths,sirrushes,vine ogres, and many many mandragoras; and of course recruitable troops and about a dozen mages(spamming skellies). He even had a bane lord.

My side had a ghost king(who was worthless since he didn't follow my script and just stood in the back instead of attacking),some ulmish meat shields and a half dozen crushers and about 200+ missile units with wind guided flaming arrows. Oh yeah, I almost forget, I also had 72 master smiths casting blade wind and magma eruption.

I lost 34 men while he lost over 300. I think I might have engaged in a tad bit of overkill. I seriously thought I might have lost this fight because I have so much inexperience fighting humans and I greatly overestimated the strength of his army.

I also must mention I am greatly disappointed in the fighting prowess of bane lords. I am making several in one of my other games and now I am reconsidering in how I was going to use them.

I thank zombie for a great battle and hope to engage him some more.

[Meglobob]

72 master smiths...eek

[FrankTrollman]

When we chew our way through Ctis into Ulm, we'll keep that in mind. 72 Master Smiths is no joke.

-Frank

[Reverend Zombie]

AdrianP said:

I lost 34 men while he lost over 300. I think I might have engaged in a tad bit of overkill. I seriously thought I might have lost this fight because I have so much inexperience fighting humans and I greatly overestimated the strength of his army.

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I thank zombie for a great battle and hope to engage him some more.

My low-prot horde was no match for your Bladewind-casting Master Smiths. I think either the Smiths or the Flaming Arrows alone would have done the trick, actually. Both was probably overkill.

In any event, very well done!

[DrPraetorious]

"Him that you would have placed above all, a new Lord of the World, this God is dead?" The village headman is trembling with sorrow and fury.
But a few days before he would have said "the True God," and meant it.
"Yes." says the crippled old man, who glows still with the holy mantle of the Prophet.
"But worry not, ye faithful. He will rule still - not in this world, perhaps, but our fallen brothers march still in the Land of the Dead, and we will make him King."
At a gesture from wssddd, one of the shambling corpses who had held down the village elder slits his throat. The soulless corpse rises a moment later.
Another dozen zombies are busy tilling salt into the fields - they hunt down the people of the village and slay them, and when they fall, they rise also to join the slaughter.
The great city of eldregate itself is in flames. All through the dominion of the True Dragon, there is wailing and death and gnashing of teeth.
aassdd gestures towards the mountain of treasures. Gold, yes, but a full thirty score gems of power, besides.
"Will we take this with us to the world of the Dead, brother adept?"
ssssdd grins. Stars spin in his eyes, for this one has reclaimed that power of the spheres which once made Eldregate so mighty - but it was not enough. "They will serve us better in this world, and in vengeance. The foes of the cursed Worm will turn them into weapons of death for a surety. Crystalmist has defeated our God and his legions, but we can yet ensure that the victory spawns only the blackest fruit."
He lifts a single perfect pearl in a clenched fist and crushes it. Two silvery portals open up in the nothingness. In each, very startled young women are strumming on stringed instruments, but in one they are accompanied by dancing goat men, and in the other they lounge on silk pillows in some manner of temple.
At first it seems they expect some horrible manner of necromancy, which seems to amuse ssssdd, but he bows. "Enjoy," he says.
A host of undead toss gems by the fistful into the gates. For the goat-men, onyx and emeralds - for the maidens of the cultured temple, pearls, diamonds, sapphires and tourmalines.
"The long months I walked the land, seeking the places of power, and it comes to this?" snarls aassdd.
ssssdd shrugs philosophically. "Between them, with the power of these gems, they should have no trouble splitting the kingdom of Man in half and destroying it utterly. When we chose to conquer the Jotuns, we knew one of our enemies might take advantage of that moment of weakness."
aassdd spits on the floor. "Folly. This will buy no mercy from the goats."
"All the works of men are folly, as we will soon discover. Come, the armies of Man are on the march. We go to join our brethren."
A last shattered remnant of legionaires forms into ranks. They are broken and crippled men, but none will be left behind. At the last, only a valient death will give them a stand beside their dead God.

[Meglobob]

The prophet had returned from the shattered lands of death in the west, he brought news of a great battle and finally a great victory for Crystalmist, man and the tower. It was the latest good news, in a seemingly never ending stream of good news.

Chuck Morris, Ermor's pretender had been killed in the heart of his dominion by half a dozen air mages, lightning bolted to death. The Praetorian guard slaughtered to nearly the last man, hundreds upon hundreds of undead burned to ashes and a dozen behemoths destroyed before they could even complete there charge.

What remained of Ermor would most likely fall back to there capital, to embrace death. The only question, would it be at the hands of man or pangaea?

It was almost certain that Ermor was where those two empires would meet, would it be a cold war between two titanic empires or instant war? Time would tell...

Crystalmist had shed her dragon form, some time ago and was in the heart of man. There, along with countless other mages across the empire of man, mighty conjurations were being cast. Host after host of magicial beings came into existence to fight for the tower of avalon. Hidden troops moved into position, eyes and hears sent a endless stream of information back to the tower.

In truth Man was far stronger now than ever before, Ermor had been eliminated using barely a third of the Tower's power. Also Man had command of every sphere of magic air, earth, fire, water, astral, nature and yes even blood and death. The empire was most active and full of industry. Crystalmist, Man, the Tower of Avalon was ready for what would come next...

[Twan]

Coming with news of the north, Exadios was informed that the Mighty Antepelagyos had asked to have all these news directly transmited to him. Encountering the legendary Divine Smith was a great honor for an humble scout. The priestesses recommanded him to take a bath and adorn its most beautiful clothes during the realisation of the parchment at the size of the immense god on which his message will be written. Enjoying to read but probably a little myope, the Sword of Balance had ordonned to always deliver him messages on size 4 paper format.

Exadios accompanied by 8 slaves to carry the enormous letter reproduced by the priestesses on an elephant skin was finally allowed to enter the gardens of the Utonshire fortress, where the Prince of Craft was sculpting statues.

The messenger didn't had the time to appreciate the beauty of the god's creation and how well Antepelagyos represented on them the face of his former ennemy Göran (no one except Antepelagyos himself, and perhaps his trade minister, know why he has decided to make statues at the image of another god).
As soon Antepelagyos closed the letter he threw it on the messenger's squad, killing 3 of the slaves. "We have waited too long. It shouldn't have been !" he said of his enormous voice. Then, suddenly calmed he started to dictate a never ending list of orders to Exadios who suddenly realised he had forgoten to bring something to write. By chance he could write on the back of the elephant skin with the blood of one of the slaves. There were detailed orders for all the fortresses. There were orders for a dozen of astrologer and the triple of mystics. There were new orders for near to all the commanders of the empire. Many of these orders were simple but mysterious "say to Hippomacho that the time has come", "say to Maiandros to prepare the bridge", "say to Master Mazes it's operation Greenfall". Some others included details of cabalistic formulaes the mages were supposed to use and Exadios couldn't understand. He noted that the Mighty Divine Smith asked many mages to make a bridge, and insisted a lot to have the more possible of his armies "rofen" and that adepts of a foreign order should be used for that, but that mystics could "fifen" at least.

Exadios didn't had time to think about the meaning of all these stranges sentences, as soon the gigantic Prince of Craft ended to dictate, he took suddenly the elephant skin parchment to reread it, ejecting Exadios who was sat on it to write, up to 12 meters high. The last vision of the scout, during his fall down, was his inattentive god searching where he could had disappeared.