[spoilers] Impulsive Decisions: Commodore of the Malakim

[Commodore]

Oh for pity's sake, now bears too? I am being choked lightly by goblins and heavily by low food/water. I need like half a dozen truffle events to make this start viable.

Instant angst, just add bears.

[Commodore]

I was there when we broke the walls of Goblin Knob.

We shouldn't have gone in, not really. My own company was green, green like new shoots and spring leaves, and I was raw, eighteen and scared. The veteran company with us was tough, hardened, but still had many suffering from the years-long poison of the goblins. Sending our companies against the masses entrenched in the blighted fort was impulsive, foolhardy. But that was the spirit of the time.

The world was young itself in those days; only thirty-four years had passed since Mulcarn had been slain and warmth and life had come roaring back into the world. I was the tail end of that first generation to have never seen snow; Sandstone was a big, hardy city for the young world and had already sent out a thousand settlers to build a new city in the glacier-scarred hills west; you call it the respectable and stolid city of Pumice now.

The goblins had troubled us for all of my young life. I understand why we were marshaled, why the old leaders with blood on their ancient frostbitten hands hurled us against the fort, but we we're ready.

I was there when two companies of the Malakim died in a single day, butchered by three thousand snarling goblins whose spears dripped green with poison.

I was there when a lame, hungry, and desperate little goblin came limping directly at me.

But I was still there when with the howls of a million damned souls, the Cursed Company arrived.

We spoke of them in whispers, in those days. Once men, the best company of men to ever fight in our young age, they had entered the ruins of the lizardmen and slain the scaly ones to the last egg...and then deep in the darkest bowels of those ruins, the company had taken up the ancient weaponry of heroes and turned...

They ranged beyond the borders, falling in some years into a raging bloodlust, at other times cold and methodical and remote. But on that day, they came and killed and saved those few of us who yet lived struck down on the field.

I was there and watched as the goblins, numbers already harrowed by our companies' sacrifice, wheeled and fought and broke.

And I was there when some few of my arms-brothers, poisoned and dying, took up fallen shields and spears of the Cursed Company and joined them in their darkness. I still hear tales about the Cursed Company growing through force, but I never saw any of that. The few of the Cursed who had been crushed into rest at last lay still and empty...and it was the choice of men scared of death to take up those terrible armaments. The Cursed Company fought for us; for the Malakim, for the nation that had shunned them in horror.

But they remain loyal.

I know the truth. Because on that day, so long ago...I was there.

[jalepeno]

amazing.

[Miguelito]

Wasn't this one impulsive decision per week? :eager:

[Commodore]

Want this one impulsive decision per week? :eager:

That was when we got more than one turn a week.

[Aurorarcher]

So who's to blame for it?

[Commodore]

Kragoth, mostly. He's been holding turns longer than 24hr more often than not. Bob had net problems for a while, and I think Elimist's interest is thus flagging...Ichabod, HK, and I are all churning as fast as we can, but...

[Commodore]

The slow, slow turns grind ever onward. I finally settled my third city for wheat/sheep/copper/dragon bones/gold, and would be doing th...oh wait. Hai stasis.

Yawn. Impulsive decision I regret the most: Joining this game.

[Aurorarcher]

Seems that base Civ 4 (or krill mods or whatever most games use) have way faster pace (even with more people) than most EitB games. I wonder why that is so. EitB players are just terrible when it comes to PYFT?

Also, that last line is just hilarious. Suits the theme, with impulsive decision you never know what you'll get .