Very Relaxed, perhaps unorthodox PBEM game starting here

[Teraswaerto]

Chatter? How about a harangue?

Rejoice! Osraac, Queen of the Morning, has descended from the Uppermost Heavens so that all the people of this world may bask in her glory! She is the soft wind that dries the tears of children. She is the storm that rends the faces of those wretched fools who would live ignorant of her embrace. She is the fire that burns in the Houses of Justice, ready to sear the flesh of heathens and idolaters! The racks of the Holy Inquisition are ready to guide strays back to Her embrace, and the gleaming blades of the Paladins eager to teach those who would dare to offend Her with blasphemous utterances to false gods and unholy demons. This world is Her's by right, and we, the Chosen People of Marignon, are the vessel through which this Glory will be visited upon you all.

Luigi, High Inquisitor, Prophet of Osraac

[licker]

Originally posted by Teraswaerto:
Chatter? How about a harangue?

Rejoice! Osraac, Queen of the Morning, has descended from the Uppermost Heavens so that all the people of this world may bask in her glory! She is the soft wind that dries the tears of children. She is the storm that rends the faces of those wretched fools who would live ignorant of her embrace. She is the fire that burns in the Houses of Justice, ready to sear the flesh of heathens and idolaters! The racks of the Holy Inquisition are ready to guide strays back to Her embrace, and the gleaming blades of the Paladins eager to teach those who would dare to offend Her with blasphemous utterances to false gods and unholy demons. This world is Her's by right, and we, the Chosen People of Marignon, are the vessel through which this Glory will be visited upon you all.

Luigi, High Inquisitor, Prophet of Osraac

Squish... squish...

What's this? Some fire wench proclaiming herself? Last we checked water drowns out fire every time... squish... hmm well let these "Chosen People" believe in their petty flames for the time being, soon enough the seas will rise and the tides will turn... squish... squish...

Dead Fish, Tongue of the Seas

[Teraswaerto]

Luigi, under the tutelage of his brother Mario, has studied the strange craft known to some as "plumbing", and he is quite capable of dealing with watery problems. So no worries here.

[Zapmeister]

(apologies to those that may have read this on DomX)

"What's up, Fatso?"

Snoutlofty, King of Lizards for All Time or Until We Recruit Another One, strode into the Inner Sanctum of the High Temple of C'tis to stand before the subject of his religion, where he proceeded to study the claws on his right maw with indifference.

"That's Wondrous Fatso, Mother of EveryBody Especially You, to you! Show some respect for your God, Reptile! What news of the other nations of our land?", replied the Imposing Presence before him.

"Well, we know that Marignon is out there, and so is Ermor. There's rumours of Pangaea, Atlantis and Arcoscephale as well. We don't know much about them, except that they all have better troops than us."

"Better troops? Nonsense! Call out the Emerald Guard!", bellowed the would-be god. Snoutlofty raised his eyes to the ceiling and sighed.

"Your Obesity, this is C'tis. No decent heavy infantry, no decent archers, no morale and no clue" (much like their god, he muttered inaudibly). "If you're serious about this ascension thing, you would have been better off with anyone else. Except Mictlan, of course. Now, will there be anything else? Just a moment - you're pregnant! Have you been dallying with the Lord of Fertility again? How are you going to go trampling with a bun in the oven, you dumb god?".

The Mother of Everybody turned a puce shade of crimson and dismissed her prophet. Maybe C'tis was a bad choice. Still, anyone that can recruit those super multi-headed hydra things can't be ALL bad. Fatso smiled smugly.

[Stab West]

The waiting is the hardest part.

[licker]

Squish...

Hmm, me thinks I have a good idea for a sign! Squich...

Lets see... "We don't smoke in your ashtray, please don't swim in our pool" Squish...

No, no those fire lovers would probably want us smoking in their ash trays...

Squish...

Hmm well, maybe, "Welcome to our sea, notice there's no 'P' in it... please keep it that way"

Hmm, squish... yes that's better...

Squish... damn all those pipes lead to where!!!!?

Squish, indeed, such an insult shall not be tolerated, Squish... lets see what we can do to plug up these land lubbers pipes... squish...

[Stab West]

There is no need to worry, Death will find you, wherever you are, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.

[tinkthank]

finally the Last turn was submitted
and so hopefully we get closer to.... each other?
(mmmmhmmmm)