[Spoilers] Acalostas and Mackoti learn a thing or two, with Help from Ilios

[Acalostas]

Good to hear you're feeling better Aca!

Is Brian playing Ethne the White? Ugh, a Creative neighbour sucks in the beginning stages of the game.

I'm going to bet he'll want to make sure we know he has got his worldspell should we have any intention of rushing him with a heroic Warrior...

Brian is playing Einion Logos.

Would you like me to put up my reply now, or when i get to it in the turn updates?

or both?

[Ilios]

Turn update, message?

[mackoti]

Well i took a risky move and rob a graveyard, and what i found there: Calendar.the question its if i revolt after work is finished or wait to get my hands on good king and just do a double revolt or even atriple one?

[Ilios]

Depends, what is the tech path now? (we have Agriculture, Calendar, Crafting, Mining?)

If you're heading towards Mysticism, I'd say wait until it is in before revolting.

By the time you've reached God King, I think you'll only have a few farms lying around.

With all those worker techs, might be a good idea to try and build another one, if the military situation allows it.

[mackoti]

In my plan game i will have exactlu one farm,so i dont think is worth for now.
About a new worker we will get our first city later but faster second and third,chose choise

[Acalostas]

When we last left our burgeoning civilisation, we met General Bendas, founded our first (and still nameless) city, and Benedict drew us a lovely map, only to find out that no one else could read it:


Benedict’s map

Acalostas was amazed. When he had heard Mackoti asking the villagers to collect materials, he hadn’t expected this. He had thought they would merely collect some deadwood. Yet they had somehow managed to fell an ancient tree and had dragged it back to the town. But it was not the carrying of the enormous tree that amazed him. The Grigori people were strong and well-built, and working together they could carry the tree with little effort. No, what amazed Acalostas is that they managed to fell the tree at all. The Grigori had not even discovered how to work bronze yet, so how did they manage it? They had not metal to work with, so what tools had they used?

Mackoti: Okay, now we all have to work for some food across the river. Some of you remain and work that tree into a more manageable form.



As he watched, Acalostas noted that some of the villagers carried wooden axes with stone blades. They started to use them to chop up the tree. Contrary to his expectations, the wooden axes did not break, but worked through the tree just as easily as metal ones would. This puzzled Acalostas, until he noticed the runes carved into them.

Acalostas: Excuse me, but where did the runes on your axes come from?

Villager: ahh, well mi’lord, we was given’ em by this scholal’ly fella up at tha pal’ce

Acalostas: Hmm… thank you.

Villager: no prob’em guv’na

Acalostas decided to get to the bottom of this mystery, and headed towards the palace…







Bendas: And what do you call that!

Warriors: *pant*

Bendas: C’mon, there’s ten of you and just one of me! If you can’t beat me, how can you ever call yourselves warriors?! Or don’t you care about your families?! If I was an invader, I’d be have’n my way with ‘em already!

Another ten of their compatriots were out stone cold from underestimating him, these ones were more cautious after their fellows defeat. Twenty versus one were bad odds for any man. Bendas wasn’t any man. The remaining ten circled him. One of the warriors charged him, but Bendas merely struck out with his hand, which slammed into the warrior’s nose, knocking him out cold. Bendas then thrust his elbow backwards, winding the warrior who was trying to take advantage of his distraction.

Bendas: Nice try

Suddenly the remaining eight warriors charged him. The attack was uncoordinated. One warrior, racing ahead of his compatriots, eager to land the first hit of the fight on Bendas, gave out a warcry. Sloppy, thought Bendas. Bendas grabbed him by the arm and swung him in a circle, smashing him into his allies. Bendas ended the move by throwing the warrior into the winded one. At the end of the manoeuvre, Bendas was the only one standing.

Garius: You’ve grown sloppy Commander.

Bendas turned to his slender and willowy second-in-command, and smiled sadly

Bendas: We all grow old son…

Garius: …

Bendas: …well, except you.

Garius: …

Garius still looked the same as when they had first met; youthful and cold as ice. The youngsters steely demeanour didn’t earn him many friends. Bendas counted him among his closest, even so. To look at him, you wouldn’t think he was the deadliest swordsmen to have ever walked the world.

Garius: …I’ve brought the matierials you requested.

Bendas: <slowly grins and turns to the warriors in training> Guess what Boys! We get to do this exercise all over again, but this time with wooden clubs!

Warriors: <all groan>

Garius: …Your men don’t seem enthusiastic.

Bendas: actually, they’re your men.

Garius: …?!

Bendas: I thought I’d train them for you, so you didn’t accidently kill them. [SIZE="1"]or destroy the city[/SIZE]

Garius: <sigh>


As Acalostas entered the palace, he noticed the faint illumination that came from all around. A soft light, enough to illuminate the room, but not more than that. A perfect balance of lighting. Acalostas suspected Iliossiel had a hand in the décor. On the bottom floor there seemed to be four main rooms. The antechamber that Acalostas stood in now, with a spiral staircase reaching into the great beyond, and three doors. And three special rooms

Walking into one, he felt as if he was on a boat in the middle of the ocean. The room seemed to symbolise water, the gradual motion, going with the flow. After enjoying himself for a moment, he walked through a side door

The next room conveyed feelings of love, mercy and forgiveness. Acalostas did not stay long. This room made him uncomfortable.

The final room had arcane sigils carved into the walls, reminiscent of the runes on the axes of the villagers. In the centre of the room sat an ancient scholar, inscribing runes into all sorts of items. There were bowls, cutlery, furniture and the axes the villagers had been using.

??? : Greetings, young one. Come closer. It is rude to loiter at ones door.

Acalostas approached the scholar respectfully. Though Acalostas tried, the scholar was so ancient that its gender was impossible to determine.

??? : Does it really matter? I have been both at one time or another. I am beyond such descriptions now

Acalostas: How did you kn-

??? : Does it matter?

Acalostas: …No

??? : …

Acalostas: I was curious about the strength of the villagers tools

??? : …I have enchanted them with strength, so that they may fulfil their purpose.

Acalostas: Who are you?

??? : … <it appears to be pondering the question> …

??? : I forgot who I was a long time ago. In gaining power, I lost myself.

Acalostas: …

??? : Some have called me Fire & Ice, which, I suppose, is as apt a name as any.

Acalostas: If you are so powerful, why do you spend your time in here? Why aren’t you battling monster or leading nations?

Fire&Ice: …Impertinent boy… Should I repeat my past mistakes? I am doing something important. With my craftsmanship, I am creating the basic necessities of civilised life, and more to the point, making your people content. Would you find the Grigori people so agreeable if they had none of these items?



Fire&Ice: No, my boy, I have been a monster before, but I will not become one again. Find someone else to be your weapon.


Benedict had orders to head for Seven Pines, and then to scout further to the south-east. He was amazed at the illiteracy of the men under his command. Without the ability to draw a map, a scout would have to rely on memory alone to report to their superiors. Without this skill, any scout would be severely handicapped.



Benedict: Gather all around, youngsters.

Scouts: …Sir?

Benedict: Today I’m going to teach you an important skill for any scout; mapmaking

Scouts:

Scout-1: Ooh! I know what that is!

Benedict: Only because I told you

Scout-1: =)

Benedict: Okay, so what you do is…



Benedict’s map



And above the world, the eye of Ravus Sol watched all, burning in its intensity.

It saw all

It knew all





OOC: Sorry for being late. I’ve had to catch up on everything from when I was sick. I was very busy. Expect the next few updates to be shorter, especially the ones for the turns Mackoti played.

Any feedback on the write-up?

Just nine more of them and I’m up to date. Woot.

Sorry for being so behind. I’d understand if you all would prefer to lurk someone else, they’re probably more current with their updates.

[mackoti]

Sorry for not beeing online acalostas, about diplomacy mail i think just sent them that we canot agree abot the setling so close and we know that have sanctuary but we can force them to use it.

[Ravus Sol]

Nice Pictures! Am I a Good or Evil all knowing eye seeing all?

I liked the description of the magic people. Will be fun when the stories get to the insane amount of free technologies.

Perhaps When you have posted more parts of the story, post links for them in the second post so they can be read one after the other as a story should?

[Ilios]

i think just sent them that we canot agree abot the setling so close and we know that have sanctuary but we can force them to use it.

What? Where?

[Ranamar]

Nice Pictures! Am I a Good or Evil all knowing eye seeing all?

I liked the description of the magic people. Will be fun when the stories get to the insane amount of free technologies.

Perhaps When you have posted more parts of the story, post links for them in the second post so they can be read one after the other as a story should?

I'd figure Neutral or Good... (Empyrean-aligned, perhaps? )
I mean, this isn't Dark Sun or anything, after all.