Dawnstrike - JURRI WINS

[Twan]

The Ermor senate has elected Nerongula as its new leader. "All must burn" was his first and only declaration. The mad elder has taken the title of Dictator and ordered all the senators to fight in the last regular Ermorian army. He also freed all the slaves of the Ermorian arenas and asked them to burn the immortal city.

(ooc : sorry to have played so stupidly in this game, I'm probably engaged in too much, and made a lot of mistakes, from my pretender design not adapted to a fast game to recent moves, as well as I've completly neglected diplomacy ; anyway this is the end for Ermor, I've just not turned it AI to see the results of the last battles, and for the pleasure of ending this suicide myself)

[Baalz]

Gandalf the Niefel Jarl strode onto the battlefield, leading a host of lesser giants. His frosty gaze looked on as the boulder hurlers charged forward to take down the wall of the fortress. These pigeon half breeds would not last a minute even against the lesser giants. As bloody feathers flew though, a worrisome thing was seen. The Caelum Cyclops Jurri stood at the edge of the battlefield frantically enchanting himself. As the last of the chicken-men were ground under giant boots Jurri stepped forward with a hideous grin.

The large giant host charged forward, with only this lone creature between them and the castle it would not be long before the victory feast began. As they surrounded him though, it became apparent that this fight would not be so easily won. Their blows passed straight through the magically lucky, ethereal cyclops, and the few that managed to land bounced harmlessly off the granite-hard body. To make matters worse, he wielded a terrible sword which cut through stout giantish armor as if it were paper.

“Enough” said Gandalf, drawing his sword and striding forward, flanked by his personal body guard of niefel giants. Enough of his lesser cousins had fallen to this freak, it was time for him to take a personal hand. Lets see how he fared against the fury of the north.

As the mighty giant began to trade blows with the cyclops, it became apparent that there would be difficulties. Gandalf’s cold, iron blade mostly passed harmlessly through the Cyclops, and Jurri had had the foresight to equip a ring giving him immunity to the giant’s legendary cold aura. As Jurri’s magically sharp sword nicked Gandalf, he became enraged, and in a fury of blows managed to draw blood on the Cyclops, only to see the small wound quickly regenerate. The two hammered back and forth, each regenerating the damage the other one dealt until with one mighty blow Jurri’s awesomely sharp blade cleaved Gandalf’s ice ageis in twain and in a backstroke left a gaping chest wound.

As blood filled his lungs, Gandalf quickly began to tire, and without his shield blows began to land more frequently and with more viciousness. Finally, Gandalf stumbled and Jurri sent his head flying.

Meanwhile, all along the Caelum border a giantish wave broke. In every province not defended by a cyclops, chicken men stood no chance against niefel power. Even our disposable mercenaries had a mixed bag of success, though the little people are so fragile that the group which ran afoul an eagle king did not fare so well.

I call on all people who do not wish to be subject to Caelish rule by next summer to rise up and strike along the border. The brave giants will lead the charge and take the brunt of Caelish wrath but we cannot stand alone once their superior magics are brought to bear against us. Unsupported we will fall, and the whole world will be subjugated by this one-eyed freak.

[Jurri]

Hah, who says C'tis PD sucks?

The vile opportunistic giants have some mixed facts it seems. T'ien C'hi, the boring nation of those dull bureaucrats, took up arms against the glorious Caelians first, and the yellow-bellied giants were prompt to follow suit when they saw an undefended border. (Indeed, no forewarning even, despite agreements of peace (albeit unspecified), which is always a sign of a small heart.)

So, not only are the giants not leading the charge in the sense of being the first to soil my lands with their filthy existence, they are facing but some peasants in the hinterlands... How glorious you make it sound, bringing destruction to simple farmers! Too bad the benevolent and beautiful and not-freakish-at-all cyclops can't be everywhere to protect his peoples.

(Excellent write-up, Baalz! )

I think it should be noted that, by my calculations, unless you guys manage to reduce my VP-provinces by at least one before the next scoring, I will Ascend then... It will be beautiful, a world free of war and ugliness.

[Migaaresno]

Months ago, a lone lone Ichtyid priest wandered the land of Cealeum to spreath the word of truth. During his voyage he suddenly was merciless slay by Jurri's forces. Thise cannont go unpunished! Anyone who stand against is and kill (almost) unarmed priest will suffer the wrath of our god Migaares.

Yesterday, Dawn.

Oceania forces defeated and created a beachhead at the northern sea. Thise will be the first of manny raids against the foul empire for there misbehaviour.

The nation of caeleum is a danger to us all! there wicked eagle kings pose a treat to the world! While our nation is strong enough to face them we cant have them capature other lesser nations and make them as there slaves. Sutch inhumanity will never be tolerated by the triton kings! Resist against them! break all treaty's and banish them where they came from!

-Vukan, Prophet of Oceania.

[PashaDawg]

Turn 30 is out.

Deadline is Sunday at 9pm Boston time.

Pasha

[PashaDawg]

The evil Oceanian minions of Migaaresno have murdered Muthuh!

They shall be disgraced for eternity for this horrid deed!

[Migaaresno]

And another one bites the dust!

Down for the count, please take your seat near the (former) most feared killer of men, Obad-Hai.

Let thise be yet another example our forces in the sea are invincable. Do not meddle whit the affairs of the Triton kinds, for it shal be your last.

Even the mighty Jurri has yet to touch the sea.

Furthermore,

We require lave collars to enslave the nation of evil mind lords. There doom has been foretold, its imminent.

-Vukan Prophet of the truth faith. [img]/threads/images/Graemlins/Flag_Netherlands.gif[/img]

[PashaDawg]

Turn 31 is out.

Deadline is Tuesday at 9pm Boston time.

[PashaDawg]

For some reason, Agartha's turn is not reading, and I need him to send his turn again.

I will wait to host to give Cainehill and I to correct the problem.

Pasha

[PashaDawg]

Turn 32 is out.

Deadline is Thursday at 9pm Boston time.

Pasha