Mid Era Game (FRANK WINS)

[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.

[Twan]

The fall of an empire is often followed by the fall of its conqueror. The god of Jotunheim has been followed by the one of Ermor in the inferno. It's now the turn of the dragon of Man to see the river Styx. We are the ones destined by the Old Pantokrator to be the flail of Man, our only neighbor on land. We accept our destiny and will help Crystalmist to encounter his fate, as the time of it has now come.

Arkates, first follower of Antepelagyos.

[Twan]

I have a big technical problem (to resume I'll probably have to send back my unique pc for repair) and don't know if I will be able to play before a week or so. If I give no news in the following days host without me, sub me or turn me AI.

PS : it's really not the right moment for the Arco empire. I hope I will be able to find a solution and continue to fight.

[DrPraetorious]

Patching to 3.04.

[Twan]

A friend has found another pc for me, but I have a lot of things to do this afternoon. I bring it to my home tonight, install it and will probably able to play my turns this night or tomorrow morning (it's 14h in France

[Twan]

Grmbl... I have installed the other pc and could send my turns for pbem games but I have a strange bug for this one, when I log on the program start to download my turn and stop in the middle with a "got bad packet from server" error message.