Happy New Year, New Game, New Players (Finished: Dojango/Mictlan Wins!)

[Torgon]

The people of Fomoria remember well the cruel invasions of the Tuatha, and it is not something they can forgive easily. However the King has other concerns at the moment. The power that can heal the curse must be found!!!

He is willing to accept a reluctant peace for the time being.

[Excist]

There is a stealthy scout at the gates of one of the great nations that have a Divine Champion, however, the gates are sealed.


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[Immaculate]

Nosantee- are you getting my PMs?

[Nosantee]

Originally Posted by Immaculate

Nosantee- are you getting my PMs?

PM system must have screwed you, I didn't get the RP message but I did get the second one sent today. Resend it if you have it saved if not don't worry too much. It'd suck though if that much RP got lost in the traffic-

[Dogged57]

Verudoctius finished the ritual, spilling the blood of the boar over the altar. He walked away, hoping his god would be pleased with the sacrifice this day. Tomorrow he was bound for the borderlands. He wandered into the city past the tribesmen readying for the next month's raids. Many lands had been brought under the sway of the Marverni, and more would soon be under their rule. Of course, which lands were conquered and which were yet to be taken was unknown in the capital.

Without the druids, chaos rules Marverni. The Gutuaters attempt to keep the tribes united and under control, but only a few bother to care for anyone beyond their own clansmen. The prophet, if he can be called that, was a simple man, an unknown warrior. He happened to be the first mind the great scholar's thoughts reached. That touch drove him mad. He only thinks of conquest, now. The Gutuaters sent Luterius with him to keep him aimed in the right direction. Soon, though there will be nothing anyone can do to control him. Not unless the druids return, and bring with them the one true god, the one marked by the stars.


OOC: I'm delaying messages by a turn or two to represent the chaotic political situation in Marverni.

[Torgon]

Captain Simragel, at the order of Balor, continued to search for the resting place of the God that had spoken to him in the dying forests of Fomoria. Behind him, the kingdom was dying, the curse grew worse by the month. Increasingly, hope was fleeing the kingdom.

Simragel was also despairing in his quest. He continued to search, but many paths were closed to him by the advances of other nations. Particularly disturbing, was an army of creatures from under the very mountains themselves (apparently they called themselves Argathans) that had advanced to the very marches of Fomormia. Simragel received a message from Balor, recalling him and his small force back to the capital lest the beasts from the mountains attack.

Emissaries had been sent to venture out to the army of Pale giants, but none had returned. Balor had no desire for war while they still searched for a cure to curse, but if the Argathan army refused to withdraw he would be forced to strike back. A eerie quite settled over the Armies of Fomoria, awaiting word from the ambassadors. They sharpened their weapons, but everyone hoped for a peaceful conclusion to the standoff. Fomoria had seen enough of war.

[Torgon]

The pale giants of Argatha refused to yield. They claimed some ancient right to land that was clearly Fomorian, litterly footsteps away from Rath Chimbalth and the Isle of Kings.

From various sources within the local tribes of Icthyids, word had also reached Fomoria that these giants were conquering the very Encircling Ocean. Clearly, these pale monsters had intentions upon the entire world, and if they controlled both the sea and the land they would be unstoppable.

Reluctantly, Balor ordered the forces of Fomoria to attack. He had wished for Peace, and he still held out some hope that these creatures would find reason and come back to the negotiating table. But he could not stand back and let another invasion destroy the lands of his people. He sent out birds carrying messages far and wide for aid, but he had little hope that many would return with good news.

Within the encampment on the Plains of Fomoria, Captain Simragel oversaw the preparations. The forces of Fomoria were still small, having only begun to recover from the devastation of the previous years. However, with them was a company of Unmarked. Formorians untouched by the curse and sacred to the people. The previous night the new god had spoken to Simragel for the first time. In his dream she promised to imbue these holy soldiers with her own strength. As he looked out upon the forces of the Argathans arrayed against his tiny force he could only hope that she spoke the truth.

[Immaculate]

nice writing. very much enjoying the story-telling.

[Immaculate]

Note to the moderator:

I'll be able to get this turn in on time but for the next one can you please extend it 36h or so? I have to go to montreal for a few days

[Excist]

No problem Immaculate. I'll add 12 hours to the clock after the next hosting.