Be productive and strong; explore new land and find a way to survive.

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I hope we won't be eaten in the first 10 months.

A settlement ? Wonder if they are friendly ?

The Goblins gathered around the abyss. Gazing down, they saw something stir. 

Englefart the Gnome looked around his new home. He was not alone. "Well that's good!" he thought, cheerfully. Being alone would be terrible.  Life is sweeter with neighbours. 

Englefart set about drafting up plans to share this new land with his neighbour.

Eric, lands with a bump; straight in to a party of three!

Eric thought to himself, “Um, quite crowd here. Diplomacy is going to be quite important in this reincarnation.”

The three stood and chatted privately for awhile. Then turned to face Eric and introduced themselves one by one...

Deserts and seas, deserts and seas are around us. Where to go? We will go to plains, we should feed the horde.

Time to send out the scouts again 

A desert surrounded by deserts and zero shores. A man exhaled heavily, packed the fishing rod far into the duffel bag and went along the rare bushes in search of a settlement.

New Settlement found, seems quite here at the moment. Lets send out some scouts and see what they report back.

I don't like the village guards. I don't like 'em at all. We could do better. Do ya think maybe we could....Boohahahaha!

Can garlic be planted in spring instead of autumn? Of course yes!  Many gardeners have been planting this bulbs twice a year! This ensures a stable harvest.

future looks bright so far

Nice turn! VERY NICE!

A new hope !

Hmm... nobody said it would be easy.
Can't see any mushrooms yet.
Will have to look around.

So... I have reached a nice settlement. Locals call it Baraznuz. The world has seen better places, and there is not even a half-broken inn where to rest after a long journey. But what would you want from half-wild orcs after all?

The nearby standing mountain peak does not let feel safe. The gut feeling is that the surroundings will be full of monsters. If that peak is an old volcano... well, demons... at least it will be fast.

Need to hire some orcs and order them to explore the surroundings. Maybe there will be some interesting findings or encounters. Who knows...

monthly report: 
Mountains, nothing special.

The Huscarl was the single brave orc from the hungry orcs tribe of the fourth world. While others got fed and fat on the conquered lands, almost none was ready to venture into next world but Huscarl. He had discarded the notions of that world of racial differences and now carried only hunger for power, to make his own place in the 5th world and his calling was the sea. Nexus had been confusing, but the newfound settlement out of Nexus seemed promising although already at the first glance, he noticed distinct lack of sea.

The Exarch surveys the land where the magic of the gate dropped him.

Well, this looks pretty barren, he thinks.  Fortunately the locals seem amenable to a little bit of silver and he is able to hire some folks who can start exploring for him.

"I suppose this will have to do.  For now."

"For eleven hundred years, I have fought and I have seen the darkness in our galaxy. I have seen the vileness of the alien and the heresy of the mutant. I have witnessed the sin of possession. I have seen all the evil that the galaxy harbours, and I have slain all whose presence defiles the Emperor. I have seen what you will see. I have fought what you must fight, and I have slain what you must slay... so fear not and be proud, for we are the sons of Sanguinius, the protectors of Mankind. Aye, we are indeed the Angels of Death."

       --- Commander Dante

A narrow escape:

We almost walked straight into a dangerous desert.

Fortunately, good Mr. Hagen took pity on our naivete, and kindly warned of danger past the gate.  Good Mr. Hagen told that some in those lands could not be trusted, some were even evil.  Then, like an angel, the most beneficent, good Mr. Hagen volunteered, nay, insisted, he go before us and clear the lands we would enter of dangerous evil factions before the evil ones could do us harm.

If others beyond the gate are as kind, helpful, and trustworthy as good Mr. Hagen, then surely we kind, helpful, trustworthy ones can help good Mr. Hagen clear evil from the land, and live together in harmony.

No hostile locals ... yet. Better than the last reincarnation. There we had been dead already. Maybe Fortuna is giving us some better cards this time ... maybe ...

Despite asking all the wisest voices in Atlantis, somehow the solitary member of our faction failed to walk into the structure. He kept banging his face against a gateway over and over.

Alwegy lives this world. They do not seek to win and will try to interfere with those who want to win and end the existence of this world.

A small trade guild has begun its journey

Merewolf Cygwin dachte bei sich, das sieht gut aus. Eine beschäftiget Stadt, viele unzufriedenen Bewohener. Es wird zeit unzufriedenen zu kontaktieren und eine einen neues Volk zu rekrutieren. Aber es sind zahlreiche wachen in der Stadt, der lokale Herrscher ist vorsichtig. Nun, wird schon werden.

The dream city is full of shadows. They all behave as if they are heroes, but Utuk'ku knows better. One by one, they disappear through simmering portals. Only a few shadows remain when she crosses her chosen one.

The next step is to gain some respect from local inhabitants. Engaging in an ordinary peasant activity won't do the trick.

As it turned out jungles are very crowded place, full of neighbors that seem friendly.
Lets hope anacondas and Kongs nearby will be friendly as well.

I got the worst possible outcome. This village reeks of elves! Let's burn them all!

The World welcomed Torwin the Black Raven. The Void was calming and relaxing. Though It was the only calm month in the queue of hard labouring months to go. 

His work had to be done. The start was close. What could be better than jungle to set the foot to at first? At least some plants he would touch and smell as later he would be mostly spitting the sand from the mouth. The gate he chose appeared to be quite popular though.

Even the nexus isn't safe.

Congratulations on the start of a new world, good luck to everyone!

The ritual of penitence was done.

The scourging was complete, the libation poured, the omens seen, the tea leaves swirled, the entrails read, the offerings burnt.

Now there was but to step forward through the gateway and see where the guidance of the Fendahl led.

Swamp. 

It sure ain't belonging to anyone important.

Nothing but flies, muck and crap... and a river. Might be useful later.

Maybe the desert will be more promising.

Peace at all costs!

 

The Romans have landed in the world and are ready to conquer it!

Does Holden exist?

Will this tome lead me to the secret of life beyond death?  

RISE, MY BEAUTIES!