[MP Game] The Eye of Chaos

[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!

Please note our new location! Keep up the good work with AAR/Roleplaying! I will have an update or two soon, just busy with some other projects and RL getting in the way.

[aldin]

Server appears to be down at this time. Will also email.

~Aldin

[alexti]

After converting the barbarians into the true faith, our party kept advancing along the coast. The land went down and down, the fine evergreen forests have gradually changed into oaks and maples which in their turn got replaced by rain forests. Tremendous heat and foul vapors started to take their toll. For months our party has not met a living soul and finally Tjodvig the Jarl stopped, turned to ice peaks on the left, looked at the thousand feet cliffs mounting behind the forest and then he told to his soldiers: "We are going up before the heat kills us. Many would say that the climb is impossible, but we'll do it!"

Few weeks have passed and though the climb was hard, Jotuns feel invigorated and the spirits were rising. But as they reached the final vertical wall they saw few strange warriors throwing stones at them. Being at such disadvantegous position Tjodvig has commanded retreat. A council has been taken and it was decided to continue along the high ridge running parallel to the seashore. After the long travel the ridge went on decline, and the land became more habitable. Finally, our party came to the place where the strange warriors with the spiders were fighting against something remotely resembling lobsters. Jotuns did their best to prevent bloodshed and convince fighting sides to resolve their conflict peacefully, but unfortunately both armies has fled when the Jotuns approached them trying to start negotiations.

This unfortunate misunderstanding has been brought to our attention, and therefore since now, only persons of smaller size shall be recruited as missionaries.

[atul]

The Commander of Truth watched silently as mercenary regiment of small hoburgs scurried off towards north. They had been of a great help securing the western border of Arcoscephaelian Empire, but had now used up their usefullness. Let someone else pay for them for a change. Kasadye himself had just slain his hundreth enemy, a score yet to be beaten by anyone else. Arcoscephale would prevail, even if he'd have to ensure it single-handedly.

As number of provinces without firm governship dwindled month after month it was time to survey the situation. To her east, vast sea limited the march of hoplites and the other side of a passable narrow land strip reeked of death. Lands due north were scorching under pale sun even in winter already, and people coming from south kept telling of hardness of mere thinking in those lands.

And east... well, from His vantage point at the hills near impassable mountain range Teacher of Philosophy could see all the way to the other side of his Empire and beoynd. All the way to plains where nothing would anymore grow. The undead horde of Ermor had spread like a wildfire, and already scouts reported of new citadels erected in the wasteland. No indication of scourge's direction had been received, so perhaps this was not His most immediate problem. Perhaps...

...at that instant, a messenger from distant lands appeared with interesting news.

[CayseP]

I haven't been able to connect to the server for some time now - others having the same problem?

- Arn

[Xom]

Yes. Server is not responding.