Urapara - [finished - Abysia + TC win]

[parcelt]

I just found myself travelling abroad with a broken laptop. I won�t be able to get another turn in until wednesday (eastern US). I�d greatly appreciate if we could postphone hosting until then.

I apologize to everybody for the late notice.

[Zeldor]

Of course I can postpone it. Next time take a copy of dominions on usb drive

[Firewalker]

Nations of Urapara, a Message from Animesa, prophet of Nararaja:

These are dark days, for the true Dharma wanes and great evils are on the rise. To the East, darkness and death befalls the land and to the West the flames of Hell lick the feet of all living beings.

The White Council has convened to commune with the one true God, whose light of wisdom bathes less and less of this world. It is unclear what He may choose to do, but all the Council feels his growing anger at the events that are transpiring. There is an uneasiness amoung the senior Rishis, for it is difficult to say what may come.

However, whatever the future may bring will come in due course. For now, the demons of Abysia should quake and every hair on their bodies {if demons have hair -- do demons have hair?} should stand on end in dread: The divine armies of Bandar Log are coming to cleanse the world of their stench.

[parcelt]

Bandar, we can inform you that no, our demons do not have hair. They did once, but you know, playing around with all that fire...

Your divine armies will be prepared a 'warm' welcome.

[DonCorazon]

The sons of Grom prepare to make their final stand. Shin, we are removing all spies from your forts. In return, we ask that you bring you your pretender for one last showdown at our last remaining citadel.

[Zeldor]

Didn't he do it already?

[spacht]

The mighty Malaranthus laughs at this challenge. Ulm is no longer a worthy opponent, its so-called god brought down, pounded into dust and strewn into the sea. Soon only the keep of Ulm will remain as the last and powerful symbol of the former ulmish oppression. So, go back, ambassador, and live out your few remaining days knowing you will never again ...arrrgggghhlll... *sickening crunch of neck snapping*

What is this nonsense?! I, Malaranthus, never refuse a challenge. But Grom and his prophet are long dead. So who is this mortal who has the courage to stand against a god?