MP Game, Early Era, Random Nations, Victory Points

[Corwin]

Ok, let's try to get couple more turns before Friday.

[Agrajag]

I don't mind a delay either.
And my problem isn't visible in the graphs :X

[Tyrant]

I'm going to be gone the same time period, so i'd also like a hold for the weekend.

[Meglobob]

Just Ermor/Agrajag to do there turn.

Before the weekend break...

[Arameyan]

Agamemnon has fallen.

Good game everybody! I'll keep reading this thread as I want to know what is happening

Go Vanheim, go!

[Maltrease]

After months of building new infrastructure, donations, good medical care and lots of other good *stuff* that Helheim did for the formally enslaved populace of Agartha the clock dinged and the fortress doors opened up to us.

Our brave warriors marched into the cave to cleanse once and for all the evil terrorist golins. Unfortunately the caves were completely dark and our humble troops could not find their way and were getting picked off by arrows and cowardly goblin attacks.

It was then that our smart commander had a cleaver idea. He brought out the friendly seal we had liberated from the Argathians in our first occupa...[cough] liberation of their lands. After one "honk" from the seal the foolish Argathians ran as fast they could to "guard" it. Once again our alliance with the emperor pengiuns proved useful as the guards were quickly devoured and the lands finally cleansed of their evil presence.

Now serfs far and wide have signed up to gather glory against mighty Vanheim and his dark master. We shall see what a pitiful wrathful skies attack does to an our army of 2000 serf warriors holding ground before advancing to attack.

We shall bring peace, democracy and freedom to this world. It will be our legacy!

[Baalz]

The bloody empire continues to expand. A large force has gathered inside the scholars' fortress, fearing to meet us in the open. Our honorable priest king has no patience for a protracted siege and has avoided this province, preferring to collect sacrifices around the less defended villages. There have been ominous reports from our other borders, fantistic figures seen in the distance. Reports initially were that large groups of toops using these mechanical flying devices were deployed along our western front, but apparently these are some sort of frosty angelic beings, their wings are not mechanical, they are (super)natural! Equally disconcerting, reports from the eastern front are of men of gigantic purportions, equally icy. There are also rumors of some sort of sentient fish swimming beneath the waves, though few believe such old wives tales. There has been no hostility yet, but defenses are being mobilized as we wait for one of them to decide for us which nation will follow the scholars into the sacrificial pit.

[Tyrant]

The night air was chilly as the three battered chiefs sat to their gruesome feast. The occansional cries of wounded men carried up from the ragged encampment below.

"That did not go well," pronounced Gerulf with more cheer in his voice than the night warranted.

"Nope," grunted Korgoth from beneath a burning stare.

"I heard that those Tien Chi guys are coming in right behind them. Heard that last bunch were some sort of slave army they sent in first to clear the way."

"Worked," said Ervig staring laconically at the camp below.

Gerulf adjusted an arm on the pile of corpses the three were using as a dinner table.

"Kinda wierd the way they all just wandered off into the woods after the battle. Whaddya think that was about?"

The pop and snap of the fire filled the silence as the others stared dully at Gerulf. Korgoth wiped a new trickle of blood off the bubbling wound on his face and went back to bone he was gnawing on.

"Don't worry about it Korgoth, you were ugly as dog's butt already anyway."

"Ain't worried," he replied.

"Think the next lot will have as many archers as the last bunch," asked Gerulf as he worked the fat from his meal into his beard.

The other two exchanged incredulous looks before Korgoth asked "Does he ever shut up?"

"Only when he's sleeping," replied Ervig as he slammed a hammer fist into Gerulf's startled face.