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Go into all the world, and tell all people that new world is great.

Too good to be true

We dream about opening the Fish market.
Salmon or trout, big or small. You will find anything here

The anti-social among us will have a tough time.

We had such high hopes for this world. We went through the portal to reach the rich lands but where we are?! Abrupt poverty, the poorest village that I have ever seen with no trade. I feel cheated by gods themselves. Should we struggle or throw the efforts away. Alternatively, we could find rich friend.

What's this?  A city?  How excellent.  I see you have some pretty guards here.  Would be a real shame if something happened to them...

Landed in a forest alongside someone active very secretive.   I think I shall keep looking for somewhere to found a new dynasty.

Want some fun?

Human! We used to be exactly like them. Flawed. Weak. Organic. But we evolved to include the synthetic. Now we use both to attain perfection. Your goal should be the same as ours.

Eric lands with a thump. He slowly opens his eye and take a second to look around. A village, again; not only that but a coastal one too.

Nice start! :O

Ogre Mage arrived (using magicall  means of course) to town.
Errrr... whereever he'has looked .... snow and ocean.
And the best part - gnomes.... damn - why the hell gnomes, there are no goblins anymore ?

Master, Master ... around Him gathered medium crowd of gnomes . They were frightened. At least this...

Master, who You are?

Im the future owner of this place.... now, my hydrocephaluses, who want to join very Righteous Company - The Wolves of Isengard (He thought: too bad someone called Himself Dogs of War already, stealing this nice name, from the other hand gnomes wouldn't like anyway) ?

So, 'great' things are approaching... Who wants ? It's good deed - to defend Your town, to defend Your families ? (You would freeze anyway if not ME, and I will have chance to die first, hehehe)

The symbols in his book found sound, but the meaning still eluded him. The sounds formed themselves into words and an unknown speech sounded in the darkness. A passage opened into the wondrous mine and the darkness threw him into the jungle. sunlight blinded him through the foliage. When he woke up, there were people crowding around
- I will need their help to solve the mystery of this book. But first I need to get settled.

Should you migrate if you live at the border of frozen and warm areas? Will factions free cities for us if we ask them friendly?

This year's color is red.

We seem to be alone, where are all the people?

The prophecy says the land will succumb to the ice. What preparations do we have in store?

What evil lurks in this world?

Nice place here, Lord Grey murmured. Send out scouts and tell the local farmers that they have a new master. We'll take care of the guards in town later.

Not great. But all in all, could be worse.

And will be.

Goin underground (goin' underground)
Well, if the dwarf bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the elves all sing and let the orcs all shout for tomorrow

Wrong place.... Same player tries again!

The shadows never dissipate after the casting of the spell. The air is thick and full of noise, only a few of them human. Isthar wonders if she would live to see another day.

The sun is warm on the dwarven helm, for the moment, time to explore the lands and prepare for the coming winter.

New world, new land, new Monsters! :)

Hi there!

the world is smaller than expected. we're already elbowing each other. the battles will begin earlier than we would like

The Children of the Four Winds decided to employ an economic adviser. He advised everyone to rejoice, for all statistics showed that they were number one globally in number of leader employed! Of course, so did ninety-eight other factions, but no-one had gained an advantage yet!

Alex Loudeo, Lord of SkyRaiders, приветствует всех, кого знаю и кого не знаю ! очень много лет не играл в Atlantis.

From the diary of Giblet

Giblet feels strong and tall and less clumsy than when he used to be a goblin. Maybe he needs a new name as well? And maybe he doesn't need to refer to himself in the third person.
What name should G... I use? Gibbs? Gabon? Gale? That's it. Gale it is. New name, new world, new adventure. Which gateway to choose? Maybe leave it to luck and see if G... I mean I have better luck in this life than the last?
I triple checked the spell this time. Here we go through the gate.
Swamp. Mosqitoes. City. So far so good. Let's see what kind of people inhabit those huts.
Lizardmen. It's a lizardman city. G... I mean I have dealt with Lizardmen before. Well, it was really Uthark who dealt with them but I've seen how he did it. It's all about self confidence and posture. Self confidence and posture. Hmmm... I think I need a better plan.

Think about it, when you get thrown out of the Nexus... into a swamp... into a new world... for the sixth time in a row...
I'm not surprised, it's already funny! (★‿★)

Oh joy, swamp and tundra as far as the eye can see. Send out the scouts and bounce. Fingers crossed.

[Tension builds]

Well, that random jump thing didn't work very well.

Should have gone through a gate.... Lesson learnt the hard way.

So, how do we get back up into the nexus?

Wow, I have no players here with me.  Where did everyone go?

Of course, I could be lying, who knows?????

New lands to explore, let's see what we find.

A new home, hopefully a successful one

arrived at some bloody town and no vodka here, not even wine. time of sorrow and sadness ahead, explorers will be sent out to seek the needed valuables.

In the murky swamps of Chomcont, Malagor emerged from the shimmering Gate. The damp air was thick with the scent of decay, and the distant croaks of unseen creatures echoed through the mist. 

Around him, other figures materialized, each appearing as disoriented as the next, having been transported from the Nexus. It's amazing how small the world can feel, even when you're jumping through random gates. Malagor knew this well, having traveled through countless worlds and planes. No matter where he went, he always seemed to find himself in the company of others. It was no different in the swamps of Chomcont. It was a reminder that even in the vastness of the multiverse, we are all connected in some way.

Malagor quickly assessed his surroundings. The swamp was inhabited by orcs. Without hesitation, he dispatched a series of scouts in every direction, each tasked with gathering information about the neighboring regions.

The swamps of Chomcont were about to witness a dance of strategy, stealth, and magic, as factions vied for dominance in this new, uncharted land.

And so the slow build begins

describe unit “carrying his pet sheep”
Part 2

“No sheep”  sighed… the sheep.  

All this had started the day the City Guard and the City Mage were paid. A scrap of paper fell from a housekeeper’s basket.  A friend brought it to our sheep. A normal monthly shopping list in a housekeeper’s scrawl but with horrifying amendments. The item  “4 roasting chickens” had “4 … chickens” crossed out and “1  … young ewe” substituted.  And a note in the margin in the City Mage’s own hand and heavily underlined: 

Narechnitsa Dazhboga

“Hope dies last” thought 
Narochka. “But what to do but trust your fate?” 

Just then a wandering minstrel passed, singing, to the tune of a rhythm-song of her  youth, a parody of a notorious and unscrupulous loan shark in the City. 

‘Baaa-ber Black sheep 
Lots of wool for sale 
Fleece sheep, white sheep 
Shave their tails
Go to the Beer-baaa 
Drink up the rums 
While poor little whiite  sheepies 
freeze their…’

Of course, Baaa will her! He’d given her extra work running the magic numbers: a lucky ticket for a chance of good fortune. It only pays tips but sometimes you get a good one from a winner…sometimes.  And he hates Authority.  The City Guard are always harassing him.  Accusing him of all sorts of mischiefs and nuisances. Of which he is totally innocent, of course. Take the case of him allegedly selling vapes under the counter. The judge threw that one out on habeas corpus. The counter leg they’d found floating under the bridge didn’t prove nothing. And if it ever could talk it ain’t saying nothing no more either…
And he’d been feuding with the City Mage, that cannibal in his high and mighty purple robes, ever since he prosecuted him for doing runic tattoos without a licence. Yes, Baaa will help.  

Narochka flew to his shop…

to be continued…

Ouch!

Assembly of the Ghosts
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Ed celebrates neighbors, some of whom speak.

Ed celebrates mute neighbors, be they friend or foe.

Ed celebrates the birth of Mari Ûbom, living with mute neighbors, be they friend or foe.

Ed celebrates the birth of Ipiro Redo, fleeing from Mari Ûbom and her mute neighbors, be they friend or foe.

Ed celebrates many births.

Ed shall dance and celebrate at the assembly of the ghosts this month.

Ed celebrates the absence of Holden.

There is always something to celebrate.

Show was start! Enjoy it!

What do blooddrops look like in my mind?

Well we are are alone, for now that is a good thing, we can explore without worry. But won't last for long.

The new home was found!
Perfect. Home sweet home.
Now let us see what lies around it...

The Shadow Wolves begin in the forest. Centaurs roam here they say.

Monster hunting starts with scouts

Stealthy neighbors scary our precious leader.
Dear Punkers (22), please get in touch 

Beware the gates.

Once upon a time, in the lush heart of the Enchanted Forest, there lived a centaur named Karia. She was a remarkable creature, with the upper body of a wise and kind-hearted woman and the lower body of a graceful, chestnut-brown mare. Karia's home was a sprawling glade, bathed in dappled sunlight and adorned with colorful wildflowers.

Karia was known throughout the forest as a guardian of its many secrets. Her eyes, the color of emerald leaves, held a deep wisdom, and her long, flowing hair, the hue of chestnut, fluttered in the wind like a silken banner. She spent her days tending to the flora and fauna and offering guidance to those who sought her wisdom.

One day, a young elf named Parked Vagrant (797) ventured deep into the Enchanted Forest in search of Karia's wisdom. He had heard tales of her profound knowledge and her ability to heal both the body and the soul. Parked Vagrant had been burdened with a heavy heart, for his people were facing a crisis, and he needed guidance to help them overcome it.

As Parked Vagrant entered Karia's glade, he was greeted by the melodic songs of the forest birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. Karia stood before him, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding.

"Welcome, young elf," she said in a voice as soothing as the babbling brook nearby. "What brings you to my glade?"

Parked Vagrant bowed respectfully and explained his purpose. He spoke of the troubles that plagued his people, the sickness that had befallen them, and the despair that had settled in their hearts.

Karia listened intently, her gaze never leaving Parked Vagrant's troubled face. When he finished, she nodded thoughtfully.

"Troubles come to us all, in one form or another," Karia began. "But remember, just as the seasons change and the forest endures, so too shall your people find their way through these challenges."

Karia then led Parked Vagrant to a crystal-clear spring, where the water held the power to cleanse both body and spirit. She guided him in a ritual, teaching him how to draw upon the forest's magic to heal his people.

With newfound hope and the knowledge he had gained from Karia, Parked Vagrant returned to his village. He shared the wisdom he had received and the healing rituals he had learned. Slowly but surely, the sickness began to recede, and the villagers' spirits were lifted.

News of Karia's guidance and the miracle of the Enchanted Forest spread far and wide, attracting travelers from distant lands seeking her wisdom. Karia continued to serve as the guardian of the forest, a beacon of hope and knowledge to all who entered her realm.

As the seasons cycled through the years, Karia's legend grew, and her glade remained a place of solace and transformation. The centaur with the heart of a healer had not only tended to the forest but had also helped mend the world, one soul at a time.

And so, in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, the tale of Karia, the wise and compassionate centaur, lived on, a testament to the enduring magic of the natural world and the power of kindness and wisdom to heal even the deepest wounds of the heart.

Mauvaise direction pour cette fois...
essayons encore une nouvelle destination pour un site plus accueillant.

As the previous realm ended way before the remnants could dominate the shadows, the far remnants of believers were thrust in this new world. Now, they vowed to not to repeat previous failures as apparently world end was not too far again. Not to prepare for multi-year long magic studies just to be thrown out in the void. This time the time to act was now and and the thought filled the remnants with faith. And they recruited first scouts to establish knowledge of the surrounding lands and the neighbouring factions that will become enemies.

Aelarion Stormforge meticulously surveyed his surroundings, his keen eyes fixed on the small settlement nearby, where toiling peasants struggled against adversity. With a sense of foresight, he understood that this town would require integration into compliance with the Omnissian Covenant's tenets in the not-so-distant future. Scouts are ready to be dispatched to assess potential threats, and troops diligently prepare for the task ahead, setting a promising course for the upcoming mission.

There are some rumors that we all die at the north soon

Latest faction joined call themselves a legacy of Disasters. Would that be the one and only Disasters Inc. If yes, then if one do not kill it on isght, they have only themselves to blame.

Villagers throughout Atlantis are talking about how resistance is futile and that they will all be assimilated!

Gardeners did not come into this world.

The assassin wept, like Alexander, seeing that there were no more worlds to conquer.

Holden had not joined.

and there is silence in the juggles. loneliness

For those of you first timers: You get 200 unclaimed silver for every Times article. If your faction is running out of funds grab a pen and start writing.

I have just received a map in a map exchange which clashes with a different map....

Are people creating fake maps???

Are we meant to land on an island with no connection to land?

Jumped into tundra with a Hydra (OBSE 2 and very aggressive). Time to restart.

Paisible, paisible nous le promettons. Pas d'armes. Eh bien, seulement pour l'autodéfense. Il y a des monstres, monsieur  --The Lands Kepper

So this is my neighbor now???
Let us see if we can work it out.
If the items will start missing I would at least know whom to blame :)

Rumour has it that Centaurs live in the forests

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Grand master thinks that it is time to settle down. But we have not seen the ocean yet!

Hey, I'm all out of rumors, because people like YOU don't come here enough to share them with me!