MP Game, Early Era, Random Nations, Victory Points

Corwin · #1 December 30th, 2006, 02:07 PM

Graeme, could you please double check what version your server is currently running?

This turn very wierd thing happened. My armies stormed Helheheim's capital or the 2nd time, and this time they killed their god and all people inside and won the battle, according to battle replay. Yet battle results said that the battle was lost for me and Hehlheim's god is still alive.

Both me and Maltrease (Helheim) ses the same battle replay and battle results. We both are running 3.04 verion of course.

I am goinmg to report is a nasty bug, but before I do it, I would like to confirm that you are running 3.04 patch, since the very same "bug" happened to me in other game earlier, and the reason turned out to be that our host was accidently running older version of the client.

So could you double check it please?

Graeme Dice · #2 January 5th, 2007, 08:32 PM

I'll check what version I'm running. I've also started up the timer again.

Graeme Dice · #3 January 6th, 2007, 01:05 AM

As far as I can tell, the server is currently running version 3.4 It's possible that the last turn ran before version 3.4 came out, since I don't remember the date.

Corwin · #4 January 6th, 2007, 02:16 AM

I see.

Corwin · #5 January 6th, 2007, 02:33 AM

Ok, our thread has been awfully quiet recently.

So in an attempt to break the mood and to add back a bit of RP/AAR flavor, here is the copy of my recent letter to Helheim, which has been delivered to him this turn.

"To the Lord of Hell.

Know that the adamant resistance of your capital's defenders has finally dried out the endless well of our divine patience.

The wraith of Heavens is upon you and your doomed city. From this day forward, the city that was known as Helheim will bear a new name, and this name will be spoken by mortals in terrified whispers for the centuries to come - "Gomorrah"!

(As you've probably guessed, the message was accompanied by multiple Fire From Above spells from every fire mage that I had capable of casting it. Too bad I didn't have "rain of brimstone" spells, or I would cast it as well, to stay closer to the original story. =) )

Baalz · #6 January 6th, 2007, 01:37 PM

The great prophet of the bloody god strode to the top of the holy ziggurat. The bloody god had demanded hell on earth, and that was what would be delivered. For several months the cabal of priest kings had turned the rains falling on the lands of the giants into toads, and this barrage was starting to tell. Now it was time to step up the offensive, and bring forth the legions promised to our aid. The giants thought the few weak blood fiends they had forged a bond with were the might of the lower planes, let them tremble as they witness the true power of the abyss.

Hundreds of virginal sacrifices were brought forth to the sacrificial pit, a steady stream coming in over several months. The blood running down the sides of the ziggurat awakened something dark, something hungry, and our sorceries sent it forth into the land of giants.

Great rents opened in their fields as the hordes of hell poured out into their land. Everywhere their blood hunters and site-searchers were slain and their peoples pillaged as devils and imps sought fresh blood. The hunger of the burning legion is insatiable, and they spread like locusts all around the frost giant lands, every month more and more pouring out from the abyss. Meanwhile an army of the stouter fiends began to form around the holy ziggurat, forming the core of the force which would shortly march on Niefelheim.

The undead army pauses, sensing something is very wrong and hesitant even in their unlife to press into Mictlan land in the face of the burning eye now visible above the holy ziggurat. Our forces build in the face of their hesitation, as their homelands are pillaged and their castles begin to rot. Soon our infernal army shall march forth and the time of the giants will be at an end. In the mean time their small folk cry out in terror as the hordes from hell pour out from their very hearths, their wells fester, and a malign presence changes the atmosphere of their lands and all feel unlucky.

Meglobob · #7 January 6th, 2007, 03:50 PM

...the devils, fiends feasted with great gusto in the cold frigid lands of the giants, blood was spilt and devils gorged themselves. Huge giants tried to become small in order to avoid there fate. The temperature fell, a horrible, errie, blood curdling wail was heard over miles and miles of countryside. The horrors had come...now it was the Mictian's fiends turn to know fear...the horrors hunted down the all the devils and fiends taking there corrupt souls to a place worse than hell...

After the feeding frenzy, the horrors departed, leaving a desolute landscape barren of life, owned by noone. Such was repeated all across Niefelheim and Mictian lands...