Ascendant - Game On!

[Mozkito]

The C'tis have bathed too long in the warm sun! Therefore Staling a turn! Damn 3 misfortune...never again...

[Vellon]

Well that'll teach me for searching for magic sites with my pretender. Damn helheim and their glamour to the grave.

So how much work is it to revive a dead pretender?

[Shigure]

Long has the Lord Stravinsky achieved enlightenment, and just as long have there been those, hairless and ape, who doubt him. How can this be -- has he not escaped the cycle of samsara, has he not in so doing embodied samsara itself?

Perhaps there was the greatest doubt when I, his disciple Amitrajit, declared that there would be peace with the people of the sky. "In our moment of triumph?" cried the ape people in anger. So cried the most holy of the White Ones, so cried the slightest of the Atavi. The markata cried nothing but instead flung feces. Though the apes are the most enlightened of peoples, even they could not see the truths that Lord Stravinsky knew. Even I could not see them, even as I knew they were there.

But there they were. Following the peace, after a single season has not the land of the apes doubled in size? Are not the sky people, who were before trapped in the cycle of violence and suffering, now shaken from their complacency, now ready to seek the path to enlightenment? After our show of leniency, has not Devasura, a long-fallen Devata, returned to us seeking redemption?

[Renojustin]

Battles rage in the south.

An innocent godling falls. Helheim's deathly black horses make no sound, nor the Hanged Kings yell shouts of triumph, but are quiet as the grave.

Brave warriors with shining swords scream their defiance, some clad in the first masterworks of chainmail, some wearing only shirts of their own manly, manly chest hair. Death spares neither.

In the north, empires rise.

A mysterious race of giants calls out for mercy, for help. Their children starve, wanting, wanting. So close to a land of magic and plenty, they sailed the seas and left their lands, for what? To be overwhelmed and slain by howling savages bearing fire and steel. They are truly cursed. Crom smiles.

The apes cry for vengeance for their lost dead, but their bright lord stays his hand. For how long, and at what price?

In the east, a mighty ocean power comes into its own, opposed by none.

The aboleths seethe from their oceans in the west and covet the lands of the lizard people with their rich soil and bright gold. The lizards lounge in the searing rays of their unnatural bright sun, suspecting much but too happy and fat to bestir themselves.

A bloody, ominous moon rises over the summer skies in the land of Ascendant.

[Mozkito]

Truly Epic

[Ossa]

I love your post. Keep it on

[Darkwind]

I agree, quite an epic post.

Hmm, I wonder if I should warn C'tis? Naahh, they'll survive. Or won't, perhaps. Depends upon my mood.

[Wrana]

Crom smiles. And, being of lenient mood lately, offers a peace treaty to a certain neighbor...
And "savages" we'll show you in time!
Also, sharp-eyed scouts of Ulm people have lately seen a sign which they failed to interpret for now: it seems that children of the waves are now trying to establish themselves as a major power on dry land, too...

[Darkwind]

Say, Reno, are you by any chance attacking Tir na n'Og? Because I'm going to look like an idiot if you haven't.

[Renojustin]

Why would you look like an idiot? lol