Happy New Year, New Game, New Players (Finished: Dojango/Mictlan Wins!) - Page 20

dojango · #**191** March 14th, 2012, 02:13 PM

Wow, that was certainly a pyre-ic victory. Way to go, little dust priest.

Immaculate · #**192** March 14th, 2012, 02:18 PM

what happened?

dojango · #**193** March 14th, 2012, 02:39 PM

check out the hall of fame for Agartha's newest hero. phoenix pyre + soul vortex + masses of chaff = good times.

Excist · #**194** March 14th, 2012, 06:35 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by dojango

Wow, that was certainly a pyre-ic victory. Way to go, little dust priest.

Yes, I was already thinking that guy deserves a story, lol.

Agarthan army routs, Ur retreats strategically and then gets hit in the back of the head with a stray arrow and turns around all pissed off and lays waste to the opposing army single handedly.

Correction:
Soul vortex + Phoenix pyre + berserk + +11 reinvig = good times.

Also I should say that we are officially down to 4 nations left, so congratulations to everybody that made it this far!

Whether you win or lose often is due to end game politics, but, making it to the End Game is usually a sign of skill and deserves a pat on the back.

Immaculate · #**195** March 15th, 2012, 09:23 AM

I need an extension. Something went wrong.

Excist · #**196** March 15th, 2012, 10:52 AM

Hosting postponed by 12 hours.

dojango · #**197** March 15th, 2012, 06:55 PM

maybe give him a day or two, that sounds ominous.

Excist · #**198** March 18th, 2012, 03:15 AM

We're in the endgame I'd say, so I have switched to a 48 hours hosting schedule (from 36). If people want 72 that can be arranged too, but we seem to be humming along smoothly within 48 hours.

dojango · #**199** March 21st, 2012, 01:40 PM

Kurgarru stopped and stared up at the night sky. If he squinted his eye, it almost looked like the comforting roof of the caves back home. As long as he pretended that those alien stars were just chips of mica glittering in the faint light. His new friends, these Mictlanese, were creatures of fire and light. He didn't understand them, they worshipped the cruel brightness and seemed to cluster around fires. They burned their food and they looked as if they had been burned by some fire as well. Kurgarru had never heard of the Mictlanese until a few months ago. He had been working in the plump helmet fields in the caves of home when some lord had made him change his shovel for a spear and march to war, to conquer the surface in Harrow-Gar's name.

But Kurgarru's old life seemed to fade away the more time he spent on the surface. He could barely remember the caves of home now, the faces of his family and children playing in the underground streams, working the loamy caves where their crops grew. The only thing he could remember clearly was the battle, the one thing he longed to forget.

In the chaos of his memory, he remembered being struck, not by a blow or a spell, but by a clear and crystal idea. Suddenly he realized that Harrow-gar had betrayed them. With that realization, he dropped his spear and opened his arms to embrace the Mictlanese tide. But they washed around him, drawing him in to serve.

The Mictlanese priests had been very helpful in explaining to him what had happened. Harrow-Gar must have been the one to weaken the seals. Harrow-Gar was sending the people to die on the surface lands to weaken the nation. Harrow-Gar was working in concert with the terrible umbrals that the Agarthans had sworn to contain. When they explained it to him, it all made sense, although the knowledge kept slipping away as he wandered the dark nights, dreaming of home. The one thing he knew for certain was that if he followed the Mictlanese army to the ends of the earth he would find his way home again.

Immaculate · #**200** March 21st, 2012, 02:24 PM

plump helmets. guffaw!