[spoilers] Ia! Ia! Com'h'dor fhtagn!

[Commodore]

Grow, grow, grow the empire, slow and sad and scared...

Merrily , merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a flicker in the long and horrific nightmare.

[Commodore]

Wineries are valuable, who knew? Meanwhile, Krill rules the demographics and Novice builds every wonder. Sounds about right.

[Commodore]

South of Arkham a range of low, tired foothills rise gently from the plains. Pastures and mines dot the idle, quiet landscape and a traveler moving south along the road begins to feel a definite sense of peace as he walks the mild slopes. Then, alas, he reaches Innsmouth.

Dank hovels dot the way down to a briny, shallow lake, and fishermen work in the waters bringing out countless foul clams. There is an odd look to the people of the town, their shoulders stoop and their mouths show wide, at times. They work constantly in the waters of their unhealthy bracken, the beating sun leaving them as leathery and ill-favored as their catch.

A Persian might be seen wandering the streets from time to time, his dark and vulpine features a relief among the locals. Innsmouth is an ever-growing town, and trades heavily over the lake, but there is never a tourist there to be seen.

[Commodore]

More on Unknown Kadath later, but for now:


So so very weird, I have more cities than Thoth, Serdoa, or Scooter. But I'm worst in all demos, or just about (note rival worsts).

[Commodore]

Ivory incoming, pottery in, Chm...yeah, I have no excuse not to grow my capital to mix size on at least a few riverside cottages.

REX can't stop though. Still need more more more cities.

[Commodore]

The thin blue-green line is sore pressed to defend against even the simplest of incursions.

[Commodore]

The traveler walking slow through the Oasis Road travels mostly at night to avoid the scorching sun, and will trek mostly in darkness. At length a lone pallid light is seen on the skyline ahead, thereafter rising steadily as he approaches, having beneath it a black mass that blots out the stars. It is the sign of Kadath's onyx fastness on the far east hills.

This pale and sinister beacon rises above the flat and salty plains, towering monstrous over all peaks and concernments of earth, and tasting the atomless aether where the cryptical moon and the mad planets reel. The traveler's mind revolts at the hideous sight of the unyielding onyx of that cyclopean cliff. There were towers on that titan mountaintop; horrible domed towers in noxious and incalculable tiers and clusters beyond any dreamable workmanship of man; battlements and terraces of wonder and menace, all limned tiny and black and distant against the starry pshent that glowed malevolently at the uppermost rim of sight. Men were not meant to inhabit that darkling city.

Among the blasphemous battlements of the ancient gods a small town of the men of Arkham made their homes, looking downwards if at all possible and never, ever casting gazes further west where still stranger peaks arose. Perched between peaks and plains, the huddled men of Kadath mind sheep and truck in the trade of dates and palm from the near desert gardens.

No man should encamp in Kadath but the narrow and strict minds of Arkham make do. The mountains slope downward in the northeast to gentler hills, where the hamlets of simpler folk are kept. For all the horror of Kadath, it is still also the gate to the east.

[flugauto]

Have you reloaded to T60?

[Commodore]

Have you reloaded to T60?

Nope! That's just when the shots done got took. Figured I'd do the writeup now for Kadath, because there is a small but not nearly as small as I'd like chance it'll be gone next turn.

[Ceiliazul]

man, this game...