[MP Game] The Eye of Chaos

[Xom]

There was no generation at 18 CET (12 EST) today. (checked at 18:30 CET)

Server was reset, but I forgot to set the host schedule and host that turn. I came back home to reset it. Sorry for those whose time was inconvinenced.

[atul]

Months followed each other and hot summer turned to fall. During these times Arcoscephaelian empire grew without bounds, led by its valiant Pretender God. But as His empire grew, Kasadye saw that He had to sacrifice more and more of His time to listen to the reports that just kept coming. Maybe it was best, for in the prevous' months skirmish He had suffered an unlucky wound that still taxed His immense strenght. This had been only expected, for glory is not bought cheaply, and Priestesses well versed in the healing arts had already been called for.

Mystics had probed many provinces for ancient sites, yet none had been found. This was unfortunate, but there would be many more to search. Meanwhile, scouts brought reports of Arcoscephale's neighbours, one after another. The scouts told of groves of Pangaea, not so well hidden as the woodland creatures would hope, pinched between impassable mountains and vast seas in one direction. They also had found out that Man had already begun building temples in their coastal provinces. And between those nations, the undead hordes of Ermor advanced.

Soon there would be no more provinces to expand, and the all-out war would be sure to start. But that would be a worry for coming months, not now, decided Kasadye and ordered yet another attack on a province led by some local rabble.

[alexti]

The trek over the mountains was long and hard, but villagers were eagerly meeting emissaries from Jotunheim and joining the growing empire. Finally, the mountains has ended and Jotun party has descended on a fertile and densely inhabited plains. People were meeting Jotuns cheerfully, but no amount of persuasion could convince them to abandon their old gods and join the glorious kingdom of Queen Fyllia. Finally, the party had to go back home. Over the strenous trek back over the mountains all elephants have perished, but the giants made it home safely. Meanwhile, the rumours have been coming of a land inhabited by very warlike barbarians, just across the straits. The army had been assembled promptly and send there to bring the order and wise rule in those lands.

[General Tacticus]

Trudging along the plains, the Elephant advanced. Patting its neck, Hannibal encouraged him: “Just a little farther, we’re almost there”.

They came at Last to the warm lands of the Machaka. Hannibal was promptly led to the Great God himself, and kneeled reverently.
“Great God, I beg you to find a place for my poor elephant in your warm lands. The evil Jotuns tricked us, and all his brothers died in the snow. Gladly will we fight for you in your warm lands”
And the God acquiesced.
“You have erred, O my servant, but now your are back, and we will find you a place. And the evil Jotuns shall be punished, indeed, I have prepared a deadly trap for them. Should they attack, they will find themselves quickly taken by deadly diseases.”

Just as he was saying this, a messenger rushed in, and panting, delivered his message : “My Lord, the Jotuns attack !”

And the God said to Hannibal :
“Go and find my commander. Tell him to begin plan J”

And so it was done…

[General Tacticus]

And the Jotuns attacked, but the might of Machaka sent them back. Their evil magic did not prevail, nor did their unholy might, for the courage of Machaka is legendary, and its men do not rout.

Get thee back to thy plague-ridden iciness, thou vile beast !

[ January 27, 2004, 19:01: Message edited by: General Tacticus ]

[Teraswaerto]

The devil feces some degenerate tritons have named "amber" and strapped about their bodies is hereby declared unholy and unclean throughout the world. Any found wearing, collecting, talking, or even thinking about this refuse is will face the wrath of the Great one. Such is the will and wrath of the almighty Chungaat!