Primea, newbie MA game (started) - Page 2

fungalreason · #1 February 27th, 2008, 01:16 PM

Unfortunately my computer at home appears to be dead.

It's a shame because I'm at an interesting position in this game and would like to continue. I can see if I can find a sub or you can just turn me to AI if you prefer, since it will probably be like 4 days at the minimum before I'll be able to play again.

Ylvali · #2 February 27th, 2008, 04:30 PM

A sub would be much preferred, let�s try to find one.

Holy_bricklayer · #3 February 27th, 2008, 05:33 PM

Well, i can wait a few days, no problem for me. I hope that if i'll have a real life issue, the others will wait too

I talk for Hoplosternum, who probably find a way to send his turn ( four days, it's just one or two turn if we wait to the maximum time allowed ).

And for fungalreason, can't you find a computer ? An old one, a friend or something. Dominion desn't need a big one.

Also, i enjoy your story too, it's create a good ambiance

fungalreason · #4 February 27th, 2008, 06:10 PM

Unfortunately I lost my Dom3 CD, so I'm having to order a new copy of the game too

Also my hard drive in my current computer (the broken one) is SATA so I can't connect it to my old machine.

Baldr · #5 February 27th, 2008, 08:04 PM

Shigure,

My "witch" is sorry for allegedly silencing Flonne. It is interesting to read your take on our little war. I think you give me too much credit

It was fun playing the game everyone, I think I may be the first to get bumped.

The "witch" accused of silencing Flonne is actually Scathach, Trainer of Heroes. She heard Eriu's call and left her busy life of training young heroes in the art of war and lovemaking on her hidden isle of dread mists. She has prophetic powers and has divined the eventual demise of her every student. She wears a raven cloak which allows her to fly. (pretty cool heroine I think with added bonus of her spear causing decay)

Eriu/Baldr

fungalreason · #6 March 1st, 2008, 02:38 PM

Alright, I'm back in action. Thanks for waiting everyone, and I do apologize for the hold up.

ComTrav · #7 March 1st, 2008, 03:40 PM

Everything in order with everyone? I got the "Primea has hosted" message, so it at least looks that way.

lch · #8 March 1st, 2008, 06:40 PM

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ComTrav said:
Everything in order with everyone? I got the "Primea has hosted" message, so it at least looks that way.

If that's the case then everybody must have uploaded his turn. I just turned on the timer again a few seconds ago.

StormCrow434 · #9 March 1st, 2008, 11:47 PM

Just as the stars had predicted, a great victory was won over the evil Agarthans and their Phoenix Pretender. Although the Phoenix escaped, not much else did.

As the army recuperated, the Prophet reviewed the new reports with a mixture of dread and resignation...an Agarthan army over twice the size of the one just annihilated was moving in. And behind the Agarthans were the numberless hordes of the Ermorians. The SSSlugs and the Empire must have a truce, but how long would it last if the Agarthan army suffered a few more defeats?

But whether it was the Agarthans or Ermorians, the prospect of peace any time soon was just not in the stars.

Ylvali · #10 March 2nd, 2008, 09:54 AM

The Sea kings gathered in the great shell, in the hall of focus. Because focus they would need to talk to HER.

It fell upon Cyy to lead the communion, him being the oldest as well as blessed by HER will. Prophet.

Prophet?, he sure hadn�t asked to be a bloody prophet. His holiness was not a volountary one, but he had been called. And however much he hated it there was no refusing HER will.

They began, blowing pinkish bubbles to each other to seal the comminion and soon Cyys mind was filled with the sweet psychedelic clarity of being the focus of power. Med huffed and reached out, there was no need to find her, he always knew where SHE was.

As always, HER mind overwhelmed and swallowed him. He was drifting inside her divine feelings. And right now these were rage and the joy of slaughter. SHE was in battle, swarmed with tritons who fell like harvested corn before her, through pain and death submissed into HER dominion.

SHE was unwilling to return, and saw little cause to save such pathetic servants incapable of defending their own capital. Cyy pleaded. Cried his love. Begged. But in the end it was the opportunity to have sea trolls for dinner that changed the tables. Fatigued from the effort, Cyy fell unconcious.

When Cyy awoke everything was black from HER ink, the city swallowed by darkness. Sea trolls cried out their pain in the distance.

- Up yerr azzes, bittzches! He mumbled and went back to sleep.