MP: Chronicles_EA: Second-pass Signup and Discussion

[Ruminant]

Story up for Pangaea, by the way

I think this sabbatical was exactly what I needed to let my creative juices marinate for a while.

[Darkwind]

I'm not sure I'll have the time to get everything I want down, but I have time to get the two 'big' stories down, I hope. Also I need to save the name Zukkekon.
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Cyy Coth walked upwards through the beach. He broke through the waves quietly, concentrating on stealth. Ahead of him lay a dense jungle. Behind him lay the Sea of Lantan, recently annexed into the domain of Atlantis.

There was a crash as the Triton Knights charged into Cyy. Their long spears and lances did nothing to him. He batted idly at the Knights as his wife moved in from behind him to begin helping him to provide the beating. In a few minutes, the Knights were scattering wildly as the main part of the defense rolled in. The triton militia stabbed into him, but by Critias's divine power their spears did little and, though he could feel their poison running through him, he felt divine magic keeping it at bay, even repairing his body. They fared even worse, scattering fear after facing the gargantuan Atlantian royalty.

The dense jungles were reported to be home of the Lanka, a race of monkey beings, and their demonic masters. And, he knew, these demons ruled over themselves by a pretender to the throne of Pantokrator. This pretender claimed to be King of All Sources of Water, he claimed to be the Turner of the Flood. And he demanded territory in the sea. I could walk into that jungle right now, Cyy Coth thought, and destroy the Lankan rabble defending it. I could put an end to this farce of a god. But, he knew, he could not. He would fall in the end, he knew it.

"An officer will be coming soon to investigate, regardless of how stelathy we are. We must be off soon. We can't fight the entire Lankan Army--or an entire army, dear. We are not gods, that is why I serve Critias." Zukkekon's voice was slow and heavy. She began her descent to the sea floor and home, or close to it than this strange world.

Cyy Coth threw the inscribed shell on the ground and turned back to the sea.
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"We been under their rule a while now. Ain't too much difference, under them or those bastards afore them. At least these Abyssians care enough not to rape our daughters when they get drunk, not that they'd get anything but a burnt corpse." The barkeep barked and spat on the floor. "But enough about us in Serpent Hills. What news d'you have, stranger?"

Inutho considered his words carefully. "These Abyssians, the ones that conquered you? They're expanding. I've been travelling the conquered territories, seeing what's there, what they do. They swoop in, destroy the local guards, instill a couple of loyal Abyssian officers, they move out for new lands."

"Hah! That's not news. So where does a frog-man like you, runnin' around an' spyin' on everyone an' all, come from, anyways? Men on fire, that I can believe-some crazy bastard of a wizard got angry, cursed a poor guy. But a frog-man? What sorta ugly guy was your dad, he went out with a toad?"

Inutho stood up. "Consider your next words carefully. I suggest you apologize for the insult."

Another short bark. "You ain't gonna do nothin' to me, you twisted little mutant, you freak o' nature."

When the barkeep was sufficiently gutted, Inutho dragged the body behind the saloon--that was what these barbarians called them, it seemed--and lit it on fire to hide the method the man died. Who it was would be obvious, in a small town like this. Inutho's only hope was to get away as fast as possible. Always on the run, always trying to be one step ahead of his pursuers. A scout is supposed to stay stealthy and gather information, but Inutho had never made a very good scout--he left a trail of blood wherever he went.

"Hey! What you doin'?" The low, deep voice was brimming over with poorly-concealed rage. Inutho already knew he was dealing with one of the worse specimens of Abyssian.

Inutho swerved and began running full-speed to the east.
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And I only get to the two. Oh well. Better than none.
Edit: Also, isn't it turn 11, not turn 8?

[Ruminant]

Good point
I'll bring the wiki up to date.

[Darkwind]

Well, I haven't heard much about what other people are doing, though I myself have been giving away tons of stuff regarding my location, what I'm doing, and who I neighbor in the Name of the Story(tm). So, ahem, what's up with everyone else? I know Helheim is at war with Agartha, but not too much else. I, myself, will soon have a rousing story of sweet victory over an ancient enemy (or a bitter defeat that increases the enmity) quite soon. Cax Kulu shall be avenged!

[Ruminant]

Having a little bit of trouble getting in contact with Ulm, Marverni and Arcoscephale so I might have to delay a day or two. Hopefully they'll be back in touch soon.

[Incabulos]

I am dabbling about some huge moorland with the coast to our West; sending my pretender off to survey his lands. Apparently there are elements here rthat are not happy with our rule and they have incited the local primitives to rise up against us on several occasions. We have found a local group of water mages who have agreed to work with us, as our opposing elements offer ample opportunity for experimentation. We have also found some sort of portal that reeks with conjuratuion magick but have yet to find a use for it.

We have seen another nation traverse the lands to our North, we believe they are Marverni or some similar ilk but we have not made contact.

[Darkwind]

I've been surfing the wiki () and I've noticed a few people don't have any updates, on the wiki at least, specifically Tifone (who plays Oceania), C'tis (though Agarthan Raider hasn't had much time to get together a reasonable update) and Soyweiser(of Abysia; by the way sorry for Inutho's trail of blood ). Even fewer people have updated their pages past turn 8. So, I ask, what's up? Do you guys just not know where the wiki is or how to use it? I know Tifone is separated by a language barrier (Tifone is from Italy, right?), maybe some of you other guys are? Is there just some sort of prevaling current of apathy or massive e-flu keeping you from being able to write stories? The world demands to know!

The world being me, of course.

EDIT: For the truly e-ignorant, click on the word 'wiki' to get to the Dom3wiki page for Chronicles EA.

[Wrana]

Sorry for not making texts, but you are the only other nation I had contact with so far. And there is only so much I could write about conquering independents...
I suspect that one of my potential neighbors was Mictlan...

[Darkwind]

Fighting independents is about all the early game has to offer. You could consider it a chance to practice your writing skills, to make the big battles that much more epic. Or experiment Try different viewpoints, styles, etc. Have a blast while you can!

@your second post: If nothing interesting is happening, MAKE something interesting happen. Write about a vast parade in your god's honor to celebrate some victory or another. Or perhaps two of your commanders have an, ahem, interesting history. Perhaps a commoner is challenging one of your senior officers? Go wild! Make Lanka come alive!

This applies to pretty much everyone, by the way. Even I could use a few more updates--sure, they might be long, but I haven't hit every turn like Caelum in Chronicles MA.

[Ruminant]

I've just been swamped lately so I haven't had time to get as much writing as I'd like done. Got a bit of breathing room at the moment though, so I might get down to polishing off those turns I haven't finished writing..