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 )    Several bards are whispering about the battle between combatants     (
(        happened in the plains of Siaghhath where battle ended in a        )
 )       slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as       (
(                     Battle near the town of Mesengoa.                     )
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(       Dozen pilgrims are worried about the skirmish between hostile       )
 )     forces happened in the tundra of Rendprog where 1 combatant was     (
(     killed. The attackers slaughtered all defenders. This battle will     )
 )              be known as Battle of the town of Leserstead.              (
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 )     Dozen merchants are worried about a conflict between two armies     (
(        happened in the plains of Siaghhath where battle ended in a        )
 )       slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as       (
(                     Battle near the town of Mesengoa.                     )
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(      Many commoners are discussing about a conflict between enemies       )
 )       happened in the plains of Gletrock where battle ended in a        (
(        slaughter of one of the sides. This battle will be known as        )
 )                   Battle near the town of Garhonlyc.                    (
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 )      Some commoners are rumoring about the village of Crinday that      (
(     lies in the Dayiam mountains, where a faction annihilated guards.     )
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(      Dozen merchants are worried about the village of Quolebury that      )
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(     Some peasants are talking about the village of Ealmouth that lies     )
 )      in the Popener plains, where a partisans extinguished guards.      (
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 )      Handful merchants are rumoring about the village of Atsemouth      (
(       that lies in the Jinrick swamps, where a rebels extinguished        )
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 )    In the plains of Skibracchyck, near village of Quolebury, Undead     (
(          (2248) who continue to cause fear to local inhabitants.          )
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(       In the plains of Loli, near ocean of Atlantis Ocean, Tribe of       )
 )    Centaurs (202) who continue to cause dread to local inhabitants.     (
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 )    In the swamps of Beheim, near town of Ceoghvale, Hydra (748) who     (
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(     Alarming news were coming from the tundra of Wune. Commoners were     )
 )     shocked by the assassination near the ocean of Atlantis Ocean.      (
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(      Fearsome news were coming from the plains of Enstan. Commoners       )
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Be productive and strong; explore new land and find a way to survive.

Strange place. Looks like a rooster. How should we call it?

Ofcourse on wandering the desert to our north, we spot a Sphinx. Hopefully it will not trouble us. We certainly won't troublle it.

I think I finally got an order in the que! Let's see how that truns out!

Heigh ho, Heigh ho, it's off to sea we go..

Truth Seekers (44), Ennead (52), Surveyors (55), Thousand Masks (49) and Gyperborea (42) decided that our dwarves could not live!
They attacked, and though the guards tried to help us, it was a slaughter... none of us survived, and very few guards if any.
Traveller, don't approach the town of Leserstead (47,69), except if you have gathered many mages and men-at-arms!

The pale lord looked around, where the steep slope of the sea-scoured scree met the froth-tainted azure of the swell.

Yes, this strand, this would be the place where the carving would begin.

C'est un tout petit territoire et il faudra que chacun y laisse un peu de place pour tous

Honk... Honk!

So, we shall become sailors. 

Here we are!

It's very busy in the neighbourhood. I forsee boats in the future

Insolent guards... These blind men mistook me for crocodiles... And threw me out of the village. Yes, the village. It's not even a city.
This matter cannot be ignored! And not forgotten!
Where is my notebook of great grievances?

... continue

At this time, peasants gathered under the windows of the Lord's chambers. They shout loudly:
Who are we? We are peasants! 
What do we want? We want to be idle! 
When do we want to be idle? Right now! 
Why do we want to mess around? Because we are lazy! 
Why aren't we messing around? Because we are being oppressed! 
Who oppresses us? The tyrant Lord! The tyrant Lord! The tyrant Lord!

Words become silver.  Silver becomes knowledge.  Knowledge becomes power.

We have observed first assassinations near one of our trade outposts. That is very inconvenient for profitability. We appeal to the assassins - you are welcome to not do that to our traders: they are no threat to your world domination aims.

Attacked!  Trees cruelly burnt down.

We were friendly, ... no longer

Well, when the men are starving, it is time to write articles.

Seems we need a boat....

Isn't it nice to be beside the seaside?

Let's try Frozen Sails banner.

The swamp is a home for the hippo, but we don't want to sit in it...

Very dense population leads to a very aggressive path.

A bit of ocean, but the island seems large so far.

As the scouts of the South Wind explored, it turned out the jungle was deeper and more mosquito-ridden than expected. The good news - it will slow any invaders right down. Bad news - the possibilities for expansion are terrible unless everything is done by the quartermasters.

All is quiet, but for how long? Our men work hurriedly to find a place to call home, but if past lives are any indication, a giant monster will come out of the sea...or the very trees will eat us alive...before we can settle in. Or, more likely perhaps, a half-dozen other factions will arrive through the gate to live here. Perhaps we can close it somehow? 

There is a decoration in the tundra – this is the sky,
Torn flocks of clouds…
The land I haven't been to in so many years,
But I'm ready to go there again.

There are hills with snow caps even in summer,
And the rose is a constant of winds,
There are knee-high birches,
cloudberries and there are always plenty of mushrooms.

Of course, you can't plow the tundra with a plow,
Dig a little, then the permafrost…
Here for a year and a half, and who is behind the Circle
Polar, of course, in a year or two.

Only here the eyes are surprised
Three suns at sunrise, like a dream,
And at night, the color representation –
The glow of the bathing sky is illuminated.

That's why I sometimes look at the sky…
And flocks of ragged white clouds
They fly to places where I haven't been for so many years,
But I'm ready to go there again.

Brrr.  Cold.  Are all the stops on this tour so snowy?
Will we get to see a volcano?
                                                                --Chatterer

The only creatures that really welcome you here are the monsters.

Jeremy pursues the study of magic. He will soon find use as a caravan, dispensing silver to workers and allies. In the meantime, more supporters (paid laborers) are gathered (hired) to try and find a stable economical system before the pool of unclaimed silver runs out. Some of these supporters may have found a good site for a base, and others are converging to help them set up.

Friendship is valuable. With so many factions around, it is essential to have good political relations. Fortunately, that was our goal all along. Hopefully in a few turns we'll be settled in.

RANC was a surprise. Why is this skill necessary for producing livestock now, and why wasn't I aware?

The champions have answered the call. But something is wrong, they are all too young for the task at hand.

Local amphibians are no longer in danger!

Five factions within a stone's throw of each other.
It looks like the suburbs but it feels like the city.

HELLO NEW FRIENDS!!!!

Did you know that camels are not native to these lands?

The Creator declared there shall be stone and iron 3 months march from our initial departure from Nexus. 3 months of marching in all directions, cutting through thick jungle and we find no desert and no mountain lands. Have we read Scripture wrong?

Sometimes something happens

My scouts have met several other factions, though some faction names raise some concerns over their good will. So far, no aggression between parties; lets hope it stays so. 
Finally, my servants started to collect taxes in adjacent regions, and with silver incoming, it was time to improve the lives of common people. 
I've started teaching the basics of farming and woodcutting. I'm surprised local cities don't offer grain, wood, or any other basic materials for sale. Though demand for such goods is high, it may even be more lucrative than taxing in man/hours. 
It appears the aura of fear is a necromancy domain in this world, but I think I'll manage to crack the spellcasting in 1 more month. Better get back to work.

Although you have to appreciate the dedication, pilgrims that don't talk are really hard to get responses from!  Perhaps their holy leaders have gated out again?

Another month, scouts sent out

Carnival of Shadows Sparks Mystery as Visitor Disappears!

The Carnival of Shadows has quickly become the most exciting attraction in Atlantis, drawing crowds eager to see its dazzling performances. But last night, the carnival took a darker turn, as rumors swirled about the mysterious disappearance of a local attendee during the final act.

The missing visitor, identified as Edgar Thistleby, was last seen near the carnival’s famous Hall of Mirrors. Witnesses reported seeing him enter the attraction but never emerge. A few guests claim they heard whispers echoing through the hall, while others insist they saw shadows moving in the glass that didn’t belong to any living person.

“I thought it was part of the show,” one attendee remarked, clearly shaken. “The shadows in those mirrors… they seemed alive. But now, I’m not so sure.”

The Carnival’s master of ceremonies, Old Jobobo, addressed the growing concerns in his signature cryptic style:

"Ah, yes, young Edgar. A curious fellow, full of wonder! Fear not, for no one is truly lost in the Carnival of Shadows. They merely… find new perspectives. Sometimes the best way to find yourself is in a reflection you weren’t expecting."

His unsettling grin left many questioning whether this was all part of the act, or if something more sinister was at play.

City officials are now investigating the matter, but so far, no foul play has been confirmed. Some believe Edgar may have simply gotten lost within the carnival’s labyrinth of attractions, while others whisper of a deeper mystery surrounding the Hall of Mirrors itself.

A Sudden Surge in Attendance

Surprisingly, rather than scaring people away, the incident has only increased the carnival’s popularity. Spectators are flocking in droves, hoping to catch a glimpse of the place where Edgar vanished and experience the magic (and mystery) for themselves. Some even speculate that the Carnival of Shadows could be hiding secrets beyond just its dazzling performances.

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.

A dog dug up a bone and wagged its tail. I wonder how that dog remembers Gail?

The crashing waves call to us: "sail the sea and be free".

Seers' Catalogue consumer research topics.
 Well known corporate opening a franchise in a city near you. 
 More snake horrors.
 Wandering nasties.
 Cute little squirrel nibbling an eyeball.
Nightmares for all tastes.

The First Map Maker looked puzzled....

this new map data from a new found friend was hard to decipher. trying as he might to send his own data to the new friend, he found that there was a limit to how much he could send. A new means to transfer The Great Map must be found.

Being an Olde TImer, Gerald was puzzled by this thing called "The DIscord", he was far more used to the old fashioned means of the E Mail.

maybe Gerard should learn the tricks of these young folk. and with that he summoned his advisor and whispered....
"How does one do the Discord?", the young advisor winced visibly and took a long intake of breath.... this could take some time..

The Great Map expands. contact Gerard Mercator for more information

oooo, big fights by me, i thinks the times lies

The Pied Piper gazed out at this new location.... forests surrounded by oceans.

wandering down to the local inn, he pondered his next moves. after recruiting some local talent to the cause, he wandered back over to the old elm that marked the gate in this location.

oh well, lets cast the dice and see where we land next.

The Pied Piper may be coming to a location near you. we mean no harm and wish only to train entertainers to spread throughout the lands.

Merry Travels all!
the Pied Piper

Groo bent down to rub his faithful companions neck. gazing out at the vast plain before him, he yearned to find a settlement to offer his skills as a master swordsman. but no, there was nothing but endless plains and a distant forest to the east. 

Where to head next...... to the north offered promise. Groo decided to rest for one more month on the plains honing his skills before he set off in search of new places.

This was dangerous place. Those mountains were taller than ever before and volcanoes too close. They sometimes even burned pine trees in their weekly eruptions.

How soon we descend into mere cries of "50 silver!"

Some of the diplomats and explorers who pass through the area tell stories about crocodiles approaching the village. From the terrified faces of those telling the stories, the locals deduce that it must be true. Will we have crocodile meat for dinner or will we be the meat fillets for their dinner?

Death is everywhere
Trust no-one

I didn't even know he was playing

There is at least one region that is not adjacent to the sea.

The blood ran through the mountains, from out of nowhere, a hostile faction began to attack the trees. bloodshed so early on this small island.

what will the factions decide?

Are the grudges being brought forward from the last game?

It appears so.

Outlaw pirates!!!

Argh Devils again in the UW....

A flea-bitten, lousy Graywolf, his lot is to eat piglets!

Flowers bloom in spring
Where autumn's crimson harvest
Is plough'd and forgot