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Times Turn 7

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 )    A few peasants are rumoring about an encounter between two armies    (
(      happened in the mountains of Lethitcha where battle ended in a       )
 )       slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as       (
(                    Battle near the jungles of Stenlut.                    )
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(        Some adventurers are whispering about the skirmish between         )
 )      hostile forces happened in the mountains of Cherchesca where       (
(     battle ended in a slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will     )
 )          be known as Battle near the mountains of Swespughlen.          (
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 )    Several traders are worried about an encounter between two armies    (
(        happened in the plains of Cencokstrel where 1combatant was         )
 )    killed. The attackers slaughtered all defenders. This battle will    (
(           be known as Battle near the mountains of Cherchesca.            )
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(      Dozen refugees are worried about the battle between two armies       )
 )      happened in the forests of Plastitmed where battle ended in a      (
(        slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as        )
 )                Battle near the ocean of Atlantis Ocean.                 (
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 )    Some commoners are discussing about an encounter between hostile     (
(     forces happened in the plains of Cencokstrel where 186combatants      )
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(             known as Battle near the mountains of Cherchesca.             )
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(      Several druids are worried about the town of Spesoungport that       )
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 )     Several traders are whispering about the village of Iawnpaipol      (
(         that lies in the Cencokstrel plains, where an opposition          )
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 )    Dozen pilgrims are whispering about the city of Quaskim that lies    (
(      in the Sirchshi swamps, where a partisans extinguished guards.       )
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(     In the swamps of Wichy'om, near forests of Bihucrar, Hydra (679)      )
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 )    In the swamps of Liqua, near ocean of Atlantis Ocean, Crocodiles     (
(          (245) who continue to cause dread to local inhabitants.          )
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(       In the mountains of Bolktri, near mountains of Tri'e, Dragon        )
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Be productive and strong; explore new land and find a way to survive.


Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the stone of Slegladdes.
In the mountain of Doosprub roams the Pride of Lions (315). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
In the jungle of Stenlut lurks the Great Apes (1833). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the wood of Dasknonla.
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the ironwood of Illford.
Build a Temple in Baquaudblir for the glory of the Gods.
In the swamp of Samore roams the Crocodiles (355). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Build a Temple in Blarnfashire for the glory of the Gods.
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the horses of Sonokark.
Build a Temple in Ca'a for the glory of the Gods.
In the plain of Inteng lurks the Tribe of Centaurs (969). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Build a Temple in Allswirnan for the glory of the Gods.
In the mountain of Farsatstan lurks the Undead (620). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the furs of Ihietway.
In the forest of Starath roams the Wolf Pack (318). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
In the swamp of Chomcont roams the Lizard Men (209). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
In the desert of Chrastnasest lurks the Evil Mages (632). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the herbs of Wichy'om.
In the forest of Dabastpre lurks the Kobold Pack (1045). Free the world from this menace and be rewarded!
Seek a token of the Ancient Ones legacy amongst the livestock of Ruhan.


Deals were made.
Production slows down.
Humans do not want to work. We sent guards to ask why.
Necrontyr (10)
The Testers are not seeking war with anyone. We are only testing our client tools for parsing and automation.
Testy McTestface (101)
Freshy emerging from the Nexus into an established world is scary. I hope people treat lone wanders kindly...
Thornhaven (108)
Finally some kind of settlement. We'll build a museum here. A museum in the swamp is something new.
Exhibits (111)
It was a long time ago...
I need to remember why i came here.
MMF (113)
The mages illusory entertainment didn't bring in quite the funds the spell wording implied. We'll resort to just setting fire to the militia and taxing the citizens for all they're worth instead. That seems fairer.
Idle Vice (12)
We have enough space to pursue our goals. Modest space. Modest goals.
Them (15)
One volunteer applied offering to send us the boat. So there is point of putting classifieds in Times after all.
Lords of the Sky (16)
Our troops grow weary of the city guards.  Why should they run things?  Sure, they have ten times our numbers - but will that stop us?  I think not.  Let us see what the next month brings, and who really deserves to guard this city...
Kiiran (17)
And here, I have the perfect place to found my new school.  Teaching commences!
Atlanteans of Yore (19)
Next time I will start in plains =\
Clan of the Crooked Hooves (20)
We are the Borg. Existence, as you know it, is over. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile.
Borg (21)
Time to shaft? No, time to get shafted. Underworld hurts.
Punkers (22)
"Sir, the financial books for the month have been completed. We are finally self-sufficient."
"Just in time, the coffers are all but empty!"
The Grey Order (23)
Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink! Good thing I've found all this blood from my enemies corpses. :)
The Broken Skull (24)
There is something wrong with weather. (said old gnome)
Will we belive him ?
Old grumpy retard, demoralizer and joy  remover...
The Wolves of Isengard (25)
The construction of the dragon statue was completed at night by the light of bonfires. A gust of wind sparks hit the tree and the statue burst into flames! Horror gripped the builders! They filled the fire with water, but the work of the whole month was lost. Despondency, disappointment and anger penetrated his soul. Desperate, he urinated on the embers and,... Oh, a Miracle! The steam that rose by itself formed into incomprehensible symbols, reminiscent of the symbols in the Holy Book! So that's what you are, a RITUAL!!! The people who saw it prostrated themselves! The words flew out of his mouth by themselves! Hail the Holy Deed!
Church of The Holy Deed (26)
When first city is taken? This turn?
Friendly people (27)
Too much blue...too much
Rainbow Falcons (29)
Slowly, things progress. We need more men, silver and horses,
The Merry Magicians (3)
Looking for a hole. Is there any hole?
Dogs of war (31)
This place is clearly overcrowded, throw out all the strangers.
Greylords (32)
Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

Or maybe it will.
Three (33)
"At least it's not a swamp," groused the human.

The centaur chuckled, then wiped moisture from her brow.  "It could be worse.  But I think we'd both prefer the plains."  She took one more swig of fermented mare's milk, then belched.  "Come on lad, those taxes won't collect themselves."
Cthonic Underground (35)
The empire expands
Silver Hand (36)
A lot of tourists are converging in the city of Stenbay. They may have heard about the show Isthar is about to present there.
Babylon (37)
So many factions wandering the world, how many are peaceful, how many reliable.  Only time will tell.
Clan McTavish (38)
First village accepted our rule. Next one in line.
WindMasters (39)
Winter is coming...
Gyperboreya (4)
... a sheep in  a pale, smelly Wolf skin attacked the shipbuilders this turn. If she had waited for one turn, she would have had a boat. And so - she has an enemy and a lot of problems in the future.
Danado (40)
The shape of the land was strange, a long narrow strip with ocean either side. It was becoming clear that if this wasn't an island, then the Children of the Four Winds had settled an isthmus between two land masses. Time to build a navy and move out to sea - but where were the sea elves or goblins when you needed them?
The Children of the Four Winds (41)
Наконец то я вырвался на простор полей.
OrTOdox (42)
I hate the undead. skeletons, zombies, lychees... brr..
SkyRaiders (46)
From the diary of Gale Swifthands

We had some fire magic target practice today. The accuracy of the girls and Ghorn is abysmal. They kinda remind me of my old days. Luckily we chose a very wet area in the swamp so there was no damage to land or property.
I sent out our ranger Argark to recruit some more goblins. Argark is a young gnoll from Akluckmi. More of a headhunter than a ranger really. He and Ghorn get along well as long as there's meat to eat and ale to drink. They obey my commands without question if only they bathed once in a while they would be perfect henchmen.
I got news that our first ship has been completed. It's just a raft really but I used the ocassion to hold swimming practice swimming. Argark and Ghorn now smell like a wet dogs. Marginally better but not a significant improvement.
We are broke. Irina and I went shopping today. She is fuming now because she wanted me to buy her a pearl necklace. They would have cost a fortune so I refused. We can't afford the luxury. I wonder how the price can be so high since pearls are for sale in 3 of the cities we know about and there doesn't seem to be a demand for them anywhere. Strange markets.
Sticky Hands (48)
Why did everything suddenly get so crowded?
Brown Bread (50)
[Throws dice]
Tyranny (51)
Well, the money has stopped flowing, the food hasn't started, but the howls of empty stomachs is constant.

We need people who can do logistics better. Is there another faction that we can outsource this challenge to?

Pay is 100 unclaimed silver per hour.... I wonder how you pay in unclaimed????

Greywolf (52)
Still more monsters, everywhere!
A lot to loot... but not yet. My sons are not strong enough to face them.
While they prepare, they talk with others, they learn rumors about killer factions, and they seek for allies.
Iron Dwarves (54)
We have neighbors in our little corner of the world.
The Order of Tolin (55)
So that’s how you kill guards, keep them busy killing your troops until they are exhuasted. 
Kragers Klowns (58)
First fist fight won, it wasn't really a fair one, but a win is a win. 
Drunken Dwarves (59)
July, Year 1

The winds of Cencokstrel bring tales of treachery. The Broken Skull, a faction whose name now leaves a bitter taste, has shown its true colors, attacking indiscriminately in the plains. Their audacity knows no bounds. Their fate in our lands is sealed.

Yet Another Faction remains a thorn in our side. Their relentless pursuit of our scouts is becoming tiresome. Speaking of scouts, one of ours had a rather... peculiar encounter. After indulging in some questionable swamp mushrooms, he mistook a slightly inebriated dwarf for an enemy scout. The ensuing chaos was both comical and concerning. He's since sworn off the mushrooms, a wise decision.

On a brighter note, discovering more shafts has piqued my interest. The allure of the unknown beckons. The underworld, with its familiar shadows and the presence of drows, feels like home. It's comforting amidst the chaos above.

Our forces grow in strength, each day bringing us closer to realizing our grand plans. 

It's been some time since the envoy of the Iron Dwarves returned with our message. I find myself wondering if our dialogue will continue or if the silence will stretch on. Only time will tell.

- Malagor
The Order of Obsidian Shadow (6)
XOT has finally found a place to call home. Some Fire was required, now time to build.
XOT (60)
Village taken ships sailing
Malibu West (62)
describe unit “carrying his pet sheep”

What next?  

Trade my meal voucher for a few coppers and hit the slots? “No way,” she thought. “I’ve still got my self respect.” Rather use it myself and give that raven-runed cannibal  something to choke on. 

She chanced on a concession restaurant called ‘Kukhnya’ and entered. A folk group dressed in a traditional garb was singing a sad song…

Chyornij Voron..
Ti dobichi ne dob’esh’sja..
Chyornij Voron..
Ja ne tvoj..

A well dressed gent was 
listening in a corner tearing tasty bits from a fried chicken stuffed with butter and garlic.  From time to time he’d refill his glass with blue wine from a small flask on the table.
“Narechnitsa Dazhboga. Mind if I sit here?” she asked  “Everyone calls me Narochka”
“Of course sit. Svyatoslav son of Oleg”
The owner herself  came over to serve. Narochka knew  her from the numbers run.  Kylie. She raised an eyebrow as Narochka ordered then busied off. 
Soon sheep and Prince were chatting like old friends.  He was going to Yav’ to meet his sons -  Igor and Vsevolod, Roman and Mstislav and quite a few others by the sound of it. 
The conversation turned to American sports. Igor  was a big Warriors fan. Vsevolod followed Houston in the NFL and the Bulls in the NBA.  Svyatoslav himself didn’t follow anyone in particular. 
“So long as the Ravens don’t win.” he added. 
“Too right! I’m a Rams fan myself” she told him  “They’re playing the Ravens tonight.  Like to watch the game?”

Kylie returned juggling trays overloaded with vegetarian fare. Cabbage rolls, mushroom gravy, beetroot soup and buns to go with it, two varieties of potato salad, pickled herrings (just to keep up her cat disguise), blini and kasha and a nice syrnyk - cheesecake - topped off with berries to finish with. 

Narochka noticed that, as she was walking away, Svyatoslav was looking at Kylie just like Baaa did sometimes.  When that happened she would have to run between them all day carrying notes 
“You come round?  Maybe your ticket special lucky ticket, win prize…”
“Not a minor prize…”
“Second prize?”
“The jackpot.”
Baaa would sigh, count out silver and Narochka would have to rush to the jewellers, choose a stylish gift, pay for it and bring it back to him.  
Funny thing is she couldn’t remember ever seeing her buy a single ticket…

“That’s Kylie.”  Narochka told Svyatoslav “She likes jewels, furs and kind men with pet cats. I could introduce you and we could all go to the game together…”

Narochka introduced the pair who soon were chatting happily. 

Closing time soon came and Svyatoslav paid the whole bill, which was just as well, because Narochka’s meal voucher was only good for a soggy cheeseburger and a sad bowl of fries. Upgrade available but you pay or wash dishes, said the fine print. Closing time soon came and they all went to the game. 

to be continued…
Rurikids (65)
Just as I get settled, things are getting interesting.
Fon (69)
Summer Solstice

Ed celebrates mistakes.  Every month Ed draws farther from our world, and every month, Ed is more bemused by the sorts of errors and mistakes the living make.  They diligently work all month to write articles for the Atlantis Times, make changes at the last minute, the courier grabs the wrong envelope to give to the editor, and we get an embarrassing snippet from the Celebrants instead of our article.  Funny, really.  But then those involved get all hot and bothered, each pointing fingers at the other, complaining of opportunities lost, and explaining how the exponential growth of diplomatic messages (one message begets two replies) makes missing even a single month of Times submissions makes a faction forever diplomatically irrelevant.  Ed wishes he could somehow tell his descendants in their prayers that getting all hot and bothered about one mistake turns one mistake into two mistakes.  Ed celebrates both mistakes.  Ed celebrates the exponential growth of mistakes, one mistake becoming two, two becoming four, then eight, and so on to a world consuming war of blaming and finger pointing.  As part of his celebration of mistakes, Ed celebrates a matching replacement of some finely crafted orders and instructions for the month by a first draft, perhaps by actions of the same last minute courier.  The living are just endlessly amusing.  If the living only knew, however perfectly their plans are made and executed shall rapidly become irrelevant as enemies and nature do things these perfect plans did not anticipate.  Ed celebrates the frustration and gnashing of teeth among the celebrants.  Things weren't going to go the way the Celebrants had planned, even had they executed the more carefully constructed orders.  Celebrants plan; ancestors laugh.  Life sure looks different now.  Endlessly amusing.

Manadi Nelee celebrates the short lives of Wotha Ewir and Lithu Etewo, killed by 28 skeletons and 6 undead.  

Xanthos, perhaps inspired by the ancestors, again celebrates crowding and overpopulation.  Xanthos has heard that the Broken Skull celebrates crowding with him.  Perhaps if Xanthos made his way into Broken Skull's northwest he could find more of these crowds, and more densely populated lands.  Lands more densely populated than the inlet where Xanthos lives are hard to imagine, but the ignorant humans always preached that if we started growing and studying, then the world would end in widespread starvation.  And no one is starving in Xanthos' inlet yet, so perhaps the growth started sooner in the northwest.  The humans advise not to hurry, so just to spite them Xanthos works as quickly as possible on his study of those vines best able to tie together his raft.  With a raft, Xanthos knows how to head north.  Xanthos also knows how to head west, though being a goblin, much smarter than those primitive, stupid, prissy, overly ecologically sensitive elves and humans, Xanthos thinks that if Broken Skull describes his location on land as the "northwest", then Xanthos should head over the water to the northeast to reach the crowded lands of Broken Skull.  Xanthos celebrates having a dream to work towards, and redoubles his study of the durability of vines soaked in salt water.

Shamashiru celebrates the Miracle of the Church of the Holy Deed, and the survival of their prophet.

Shamashiru celebrates the lives of the Guardsmen who gave their lives continuing to protect the world from study, growth, faith, temples, walls, ships, armies, war, and starvation.

Lucki celebrates the slow shyness of Fon.  Slowly, slowly, making friends.  Now that is right in every way.  It is good to go slow.  Good for the world.  Too much hurrying and scurrying and studying and building things will lead to growth and change.  Change is almost always bad, or that's what the humans, say, anyway.  Growth is a trap; first you grow, then you grow your food production, then you run out of land and start building farms and ranches, then you build a larger militia, because you need it to defend against your neighbors' militias, then you begin to starve.  Fon has it right, slowly, slowly, and make friends.  Lucki celebrates slow shyness.

Entertains Ice celebrates the faraway Borg and Brothers Mechanicus.  These two are Entertains Ice's imagined saviors, his Prestor John.  The Times is very discouraging this month.  Almost all the articles are written by evil spirits who have possessed Entertains Ice's neighbors, and filled his neighbors with an unnatural desire to grow, expand, and study those things that should not be studied.  Entertains Ice would abandon hope were it not that there appear to be, far away, two other factions that have avoided the evil corruption.  The Borg will destroy (that is what assimilate means, isn't it?) all technology wherever they find it, and the Brothers Mechanicus are, of course, opposed to all study, all growth, all change, and generally all things technological.  Entertains Ice simply must find these factions.  Will the three of us be able to put the genie back in the bottle, able to convince all factions to forget the evils they have learned since the demonic possession that began on year one, to abandon their growth, and to go back to their happy primitive ways before their evil studies open the gateways at the poles to the evil horde?  Entertains Ice does not know that, but he knows that without the help of far away anti-growth, anti-knowledge, anti-change factions, there will be no stopping the evil spirits before they open the polar gates.  Repent!  Forget!  Go back to your happy, primitive ways before it is too late!  Entertains Ice celebrates the other anti-technology factions.  Now he must find them.

Ashuranku celebrates the news that all non-hydras have been cleared from the Cakul jungle and Fleobas swamp.  That should eliminate those areas as troublesome sources of growth, study, and change, and help postpone the hell of soulless war machines.  Ashuranku hopes to celebrate more areas freed of all non-hydras soon.  Perhaps the visitors to the poles will help us free our own lands of all non-hydras.

Teaches Rocks celebrates diplomacy.  Whenever in the past all the peoples were threatened, by gentle talking we have been able to convince the threats to abandon their studies, burn their books, destroy their constructions and generally return the world to its unchanging, happy, peaceful state.  At present, the pressing task for which diplomacy is required is to prevent the discovery of agriculture.  For agriculture, of course, always leads to dense societies allowing a small slaver class to exploit a larger mass of people, damaging the earth by supporting too many in one location.  But thanks to the possibility of diplomacy, it is not yet too late to avert disaster.  If only most of the peoples of the world will get together and agree not to study, not to grow, not to practice agriculture or build buildings or machines of war, then things will go back to the way they were before and we will all again be happy.  If more than half the cities all together renounce study, progress, and growth, then the earth will heal and disaster will be averted.  It is good that this world has diplomacy.

Pear celebrates rafts.  Big rafts, little rafts, straddling a single log rafts.  Where the plains of Beslfan and the forest of Resoontvale meet the sea looks to Pear like the perfect place for a shipyard.  Or "raftyard" Pear thinks, as it is hard to imagine that any other floatation device could ever be more perfect than the raft.  But first, Pear must make peace with the untalkative neighbors, who perhaps think the perfect place for a raftyard is instead Beisminster.  Beisminster would be okay with Pear if Beisminster meant peace with the neighbors.  We can build our rafts in Beisminster.  Pear wonders what the silent neighbors want.  Pear supposes whatever it is that they want, she shall celebrate it in its proper time.
celebrants (7)
Funny, centaures can ridi by himself :)
Free Adventurers (70)
We hereby announce the Fleobas/Chackul hydra cleanup operation. There are many of them, to expect it to take some time. But it will be done!
Roses on White Lace (78)
Finally a month, were we suffer from no mistakes of our own. Lets see it improve from now.
The Filras (8)
The time for jokes is over. It is time to liberate the place we live and overthrow the dictatorship of the old rule!
Drow (82)
Where is Borg?
Monster hunters (85)
The grand Meister is looking around the vast jungles and dreaming of the old days when snowy mountains were piercing the night sky of the North...
The Night Watch (86)
Get ready to jump.
Yet Another Faction (9)
In the forsaken realm of Enme, an undead creature known as Dregar lurked among the haunted trees and murky swamps. Once an elf of great wisdom and kindness, Dregar had been cursed to roam the land as an abomination.

One moonless night, an unsuspecting elf named Lorian ventured into the cursed territory, seeking a lost artifact said to hold great power. Lorian was noble of heart and carried a radiant presence that seemed to defy the darkness of Enme.

Dregar, driven by an insatiable hunger for life essence, emerged from the shadows. His bony fingers stretched out, his hollow eyes fixated on Lorian's radiant aura. In a moment of wicked desperation, he lunged at the unsuspecting elf, draining his life force with a chilling touch.

As Lorian's vibrant spirit faded, his once-bright eyes grew dim. Dregar's undead form absorbed Lorian's essence, leaving behind only an empty shell.

In the aftermath, Dregar felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction, but it was swiftly replaced by an overwhelming emptiness. He had stolen life but found no solace in it, for he was forever condemned to exist as a creature of darkness.

The moonless night bore witness to the tragedy in Enme, a reminder that even the most noble of beings could fall prey to the all-consuming darkness of the undead.
Paykiss (92)
Toutes les issues semblent habitées... nous allons nous installer dans ces pauvres territoires et partager avec nos voisins les ressources de ces terres en attendant d'autres possibilités 
The Lands Kepper (93)
Chapter 2: The Colonization of the Mountains
Determined to grow in power, the Revenge of Cone first turned their eyes towards the mountains. Under Seranis' leadership, they harnessed the magic-imbued minerals in the region. Skilled craftsmen forged enchanted weapons, and scholars deciphered arcane secrets. These assets bolstered their ranks and capabilities.

Mountain folk joined them, converted by their faith and the evident power it bestowed. Soon, the mountains were under their sway.
Revenge of the Cone (95)
 Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.
Tailenders (97)
The cosmos continued to cast its shadow over the land, and the Adeptus Mechanicus stood as a beacon of hope, innovation, and salvation in the face of impending cosmic calamity. The journey had only just begun, and the future of Atlantis remained uncertain, but Aelarion Stormforge and his followers were determined to lead their world toward a brighter, technologically enlightened future.
Adeptus Mechanicus (99)


One more month. 

Just one month until our legions rise.
To the inhabitant of the Poles! The factions of the central regions began to form alliances! Why are you fighting with each other at such an early stage?! 
Oh gosh, 3 turns in the underworld with 4 scouts and only 1 is left.... That one is running from all the monsters. 2 dragons, undead, Illyrthid, Evil mages, Evil Warriors...

When the GM said he didn't like the underworld, I didn't think he would overstack it with baddies.

Time to head back to the sunlight!

Broken Skulls are so named because of the many skulls they broke without warning...
Never trust them!
Smoke screens are hiding the remains of many a team of town Guardians
They say religious beliefs forbid Centaurs carry leaders. New religion say pillage. 
replace me with a real rumor before the turn runs
This world is too different...