MP: Fractures - LA Game. And we're done!

[Quitti]

Hosting postponed by 24h due player request.

[Stagger Lee]

The stomachs we think we remember would surely have been turned by the stringy red hens of Marignon, but those big, dark ones?

... mmmm ....

[Maerlande]

Eat my shorts

[Stagger Lee]

Originally Posted by Maerlande

Eat my shorts

Will there be poultry in there?

Or just something fowl?

HA Ha ha ...

[Stagger Lee]

Can I ask for an extra 24/36h this turn? I will try to do as much as I can tonight, but Sat. & Sun. are going to be busy enough without firing up the game. Thx.

And Happy Easter from all of us risen dead!

[Quitti]

I'll add 36h, I hope you meant this turn (56) . Happy Easter to everyone

[Stagger Lee]

Pangaea, you could not find room in your hearts, or your vast lands for those poor lost pilgrims? A pity.

But who will tend those lands after you are gone? Your candles are almost out now. And you all still think we are the enemy!

[Quitti]

Candles.. mm... Made out of old peoples fat.. mm..

[LoloMo]

And so it was that after months of campaigning under the baneful eye of the Burden of Time, the old and weary Caelian forces at last lay siege to the C'tissian Fortress of Demon's Hill. Wracked with swamp disease, eyes dull with unnatural old age, and their once youthful vigor depleted, a bright flame nevertheless burned in each Caelian heart. At last, Ekishnugal, the Vile First King of the C'tis race, whom the lizardmen have foolishly called back from the dead only to wreak havoc on all living beings, was surrounded and trapped inside the Demon's Hill Fort. A great battle of old afflicted Caelians ensued against the cesspool dwelling lizards, their Sauromancers raising legions of ancient lizard corpses to do battle on their behalf. But the Caelian forces, led by the Immortal Pretender Himself, opened the heavens and deadly stones rained upon the lizard army, crushing both the living and the unnaturally reborn. His army annihilated, Ekishnugal fled, never to be seen again, perhaps to finally leave this world behind. And so the Vile Curse of the Burden of Time is lifted, and the creatures of the world are again free to live out their lives in full.

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Mictlan sends thanks to Caelum for liberating the land from the evil burden!

Just wait though ... word has it those evil Ermorian zombies are scheming to recast it, pronto. Quick someone, fill up that last slot!