Re: MP Game - Yarnspinners
R'lyeh, Turn 57
My map of the world is getting extremely hard to read. Part of that is the blood, entrails, and cocktail sauce that I keep spilling on it, but mostly it's just the tangled web of orders that is required to keep the invasion of Caelum going, reclaim the lands they attack with their flying units, skirmish with Abysia, and assault the Arcoscephalean armies. Originally I thought it would be a good idea to draw each month's new orders in the blood of a different general who had failed me, but it turns out they all mostly have the same color blood, so that doesn't help.
Thalassa would have had blue blood, but unfortunately she went and got herself killed fighting Arco way on the other side of the world, and they weren't thoughtful enough to send a vial my way. I'd summon her back from beyond the veil, but... eh... don't feel like it. Besides, the world is ending, and my water mages are working on this neat little spell to flood the world and cleanse the coastlands of these pesky humans. That should be awesome.
Many humans have quaint notions about the shape of their world. They believe it to be a 4-dimensional riemannian manifold embedded in 11 supersymmetric dimensions, perhaps on the surface of some sort of coiled brane. In reality, it's flat. But there are certain places where the cosmos leaks through into the world they know. I have found one such place, deep in the earth on the Isle of the Hundred. The hundred what? Who can say- but the caves are full of stars. This place has an apocalypse-y kind of feel to it. It is the end of the world- in the literal sense- where this plane of existence meets into the greater reality... blah blah blah blah blah. This place needs more branes.
From the way Pandokos has been pushing his armies across the plains, it's clear that the Sleepers have an exact notion of where the final battle will be. Still, I feel I need to take the measure of my foe- see this god who has appeared to challenge me. I'll make a quick flight out there, try to talk with him, and be back here, building impenetrable defenses and massing hordes of chaff to be swept away in a tide of destruction.
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