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What a weird neighbour.

A couple of new Towns have been found, lets find out more about them.

Many years ago in another univerce SuperBober was watching movie "Tucker and Dale vs Evil".
It was a funny movie but SuperBober was never expected that he will became one of the characters of the movie. 
The only question is what is my new name Tucker or Dale?

By the way, does anyone remember the name of that guy who tried to kill them and broght his friends into this horror?

I hoped that at least one nation on this island is erally peaceful and we will be able to grow our kingdoms side-by-side until I'll find wood or another way to sail away but it was emtpy hope.

The one decided to attack at night and shave some beavers. It was partially successful. Beavers was shaved. Hovewer shaved beavers has much longer teeth. 

The good thing is that friends are already nearby and ready to help.

Land ho!!  Well, still mostly water, but at least there's some trees growing here...

The lord was content, as he was significantly less pale than when he had come through the otherworldly nexus to this place of most bodaciously blue skies, white sand, and the excellently unending gentle roar of the surf calling out to, like, his very soul.

New boards were being shaped.  It would be time to seek out new beaches, to explore new dudes and dudettes and new luaus, to boldly surf where none have surfed before.

"Who, that blows.  Most gnarly grammar fail.  To surf boldly, that was it," mused the lord.

les affaires vont bien pour le moment

Welcome to the jungle...
We've got fun and games...

Honk honk honk?

guard shafts at your peril

We are late again. And it is starting to get crowded here.

Time to move !

There are only wistful musings and their allies to be found here.

Let your day start with a smile and be full of positive emotions.
Let the gloom and any negative thoughts go away.
Besides crocodiles 🐊

Act One, Third Forth.

Morning. The central square of the town.
The Commander, suffering from a hangover, left the barracks and found green men armed with swords instead of his guards...

Drunk to the green devils! No, it's time to stop drinking wine!

- Hey, soldier! Come here! How are you standing?! Why you are dress not in the form?

The commander tried to hit the orc in the face, the orc dodged and the Commander, unable to stand on trembling legs, collapsed into a puddle. With dirty curses, he rose to his knees and was surprised to find the cackling orcs in the distance.

- Oh, you sons of bitches! 
He wanted to say it, but suddenly felt a powerful kick from below his back and again buried his nose in a puddle... Turning around, he saw the same orc, who was clearly not inclined to follow orders and bring himself into human form. The Orc drew his sword and moved towards the Commander

- Well, that's enouth!
Vasily, the servant, who appeared out of nowhere, picked up the Commander in his arms, lifted him up and began to shake off the dirt

Who helps the commander so much?! Forgive him, Father Commander! They're new! Migrants! Invited by the Lord. They will learn more what is guard services . Don't be angry!

Surprised and humiliated, the Commander, clinging to Vasily's servant, sadly wandered towards the Lord's residence to complain about the circumstances that had arisen...

Knowledge spreads outward from Knotjeholm.  Knowledge is neither friendly nor evil - it is only truth.  It must become complete and shared knowledge might become confused or corrupted.  What ending could there be other than our full knowledge of the world?  -Kiiran

The hidden mystery visitor praised sun and did not reveal their faction allegiance. But no matter, traders still tried to sell them frozen fish, medicinal tundra herbs and a leg of reindeer. He looked dangerous and rich, and the latter was definitely more important than the former.

and the world gets smaller.  More people coming. no one wants to talk.  may the plague take them.

Well, it was the best of times, it is the worst of times.

Finally have very little starvation!

Happily dancing amongst the tall trees.

We have met someone rude...and wild centaurs, four times big as civilized ones, very , very rude.. we will address both problems soon, hopefully

There is no place for hiding here!

Through closed eyes I could see just as well as through open ones.
It was a strange feeling of freedom.
I was lying on a half-rotted tree trunk with a girth of at least two meters.
And what was strange was that the tail was bothering me.
That's exactly the tail, as I realized, I'm not human.
- What can you do with my tail? - I whispered in a whisper.
- What are you talking about Rishsat? Come on, get up, he said. - uttered a creature unknown to me.
I began to consider a new companion. It was half-man, half-lizard. It seemed to me to be male, in strange brown pants and tied with a lot of leather ribbons.
- Let's go, we need to catch food. - he said.
I slowly rose to my feet. Or rather my tail helped me up, and my webbed hands gripped the spear.
The spear, by the way, is very well made. And its pointed metal end glittered silver in the sun. I slowly looked at the tip and was surprised by its strange shine.
- Is there magic here, such a strange shine? - I thought.
I slowly climbed down the trunk and followed my new friend for food.

To  base your whole game on one roll of the dice.  Will it work?

Excellent news! The Children of the Four Winds are third in the world in livestock production! Beef is the weapon that will keep our civilisation alive!

A small boat approached on the horizon as the sun set. A lone woman could be seen, paddling quietly. As she approached the sound of quiet singing drifted across the harbor, as did a faint, greasy stain on the surface.

Our role is honorable and enviable,
Yes our role is,
Yes our role is,
Yes, our role.
The king cannot live without guards.
When we walk, the earth trembles all around.
We are always near, near the king.
Oh, the guards get up early!

If a sparrow is close -
We are preparing a cannon.
If there's a fly, hit the fly!
Get a bead on her.

Where the king is going is a big secret.
A big secret.
A big secret.
A big secret.
A big secret.
And we always follow him.
Majesty, we must protect
From all sorts of unnecessary meetings for him.
Oh, the guards get up early!

If a sparrow is close -
We are preparing a cannon.
If there's a fly, hit the fly!
Get a bead on her.

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              Squirrel Chatter                 first October
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I leave my work this month  to go rescue hungry squirrels. A
friendly  neighboring  faction  sent  a scout  into a  major
squirrel  nut production  region (easternmost  Phonlirgpiam)
and asked  all of  the squirrels  there to  cease requesting
acorns  from  the local  population.  All  squirrels in  the
region  ceased taxing  at once,  of course,  not wishing  to
be the cause of discomfort for our good, friendly  neighbor.
Unfortunately, our  planned recruitment drive went  ahead as
previously scheduled, and as not  enough food and silver had
been set  aside for  such a failed  harvest, all  would have
gone hungry were it not for the kind largesse of the state's
(now diminished) unclaimed silver.  Unsure whether this lone
human  will  allow  us  to  tax  next  month,  I  have  been
dispatched with food and silver.  I wonder what I should say
to the scout to best  resolve this happily for all involved?
Squirrels do not wish to  inconvenience the scout, nor do we
want squirrels to starve.    Squirrels do not  wish all  the
squirrel state's unclaimed funds to be spent to support this
region that is  no longer collecting acorns  from the locals
because one human protester objects.   Squirrels  have tried
writing to the faction of the scout, and have not received a
reply.  It is  possible that  squirrels will  have to  start
guarding their  lands, just to prevent  lone protesters from
causing famines. That would be  a sad thing; squirrels liked
their unguarded borders.  Seemed friendlier,  more inviting,
somehow.
                                          --Ernam Adilodkish

The forest town of Seschec seems a pleasant,  peaceful place
to settle.  This world is good.
                                      --Growers, Rhuvarstwun

Acorns are best when they are still on the tree.   Once they
fall to the ground, the Ice Wurms tend to get into them.
                              --Covers Damaged Couriers, I'i

The skeletons  and undead are such  charming neighbors. They
told me  they are lonely,  and that they hope  the squirrels
will stop  by to visit  with them frequently.  I promised to
send someone back after I went  to the village to speak with
Osnung.
                                            --Ethel, Ianatbu

I have  to agree with  Ethel, skeletons and undead  make the
best neighbors. Polite, quiet, what's not to like? How could
we get  more undead to  live around  us? They showed  me all
around their small peninsula, and  asked me to stop in again
at  the home  of the  Bog Thing  to remind  him that  he had
promised to help  them do some work to  improve the drainage
of their crypt. So now I'm  back to see the bog thing again.
It is so nice to see neighbors helping each other.
                                                --Wara, E'in

One month of tending to the  animals, and this tundra is not
healed yet.
                                         --Tinoth Nothisosed

A kind soul in Baimark drew me a map of an escape route from
this beseiged city.  I shall try my luck following that path
to the southwest, wary for monsters the same kind soul warns
of along this path.  Here's hoping I can exit Baimark.
                                --Mister Sandwich, Chayemner

The tundra town  of Mowdorf looks like  a pleasant, peaceful
place to settle.  This world is so much  safer than previous
worlds.
                                         --Victoria, Ershall

Another story about squirrels made it into  the Times. Those
were our Ice Wurms. Guess we let too many acorns fall to the
ground here.  Again the Times left out the details that worm
hunters will want. I wonder whether the Times would consider
hiring a hunt reporter?  Ice Wurms (248), 7 ice wurms [ICEW]
(Combat 4/4, Attacks 10, Hits 10, Tactics 2).  The ice wurms
are  still in  the area,  and  there are squirrels in  every
direction around them. This should be a good opportunity for
squirrels to test  out our  non-violent conflict  resolution
techniques. We shall try not guarding anywhere, while gently  
explaining squirrel meal customs (no eating other squirrels)
to the Ice Wurms.  We will of course use soft words and kind 
facial expressions, to avoid hurting Ice Wurms' feelings.
                                     --Consumes Hides, Botro

This Ice Dragon was no friendlier than the last one. Brushed
right past me  without saying a word, then  proceeded to eat
56 nice  neighbors. Fought  about the same  as the  last Ice
Dragon. Ice  Dragon (2890),  ice dragon [IDRA]  (Combat 6/6,
Attacks  120, Hits  120, Tactics  5). Groo  reported in  the
Times last month that on the other side of the world, an Ice
Dragon ate  Groo's Sister,  and groo  wondered how  he could
fight such  a beast.  I recently read  that the  all knowing
faction defeated a city guard using 10 warriors in chainmail
in a tower. Perhaps 10 warriors  in chainmail in a tower are
the right way to fight Ice Dragons, too?
                                            --Kalinin, Saslo


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                                    Be with us next time for
                                    "Snows your old man"  
                                    or
                                    "Have an ice day"
                                                 --Squirrels
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Something strange could have happened there!

The plan is working so far. There are some spots in the desert no one is taxing yet, so those are providing the funds to keep everyone alive. Jeremy continues to study in a (hopefully) safe location. No complaints yet, so no adjustments have to be made. To repeat, if you have a problem with Econquest units, please let me know in the Discord.

As a side project, some units prepare to build a boat. There's more than one way off an island, after all.

We are getting there. Hopefully this week we will have something to eat besides stale bread.

Time to set up the first expedition down there!

What to do when the treasury is bare...? :-)

Did you know that gold is better then silver?

I like all races, even the bad ones.

One small step into the underworld. Nope, no iron down here either. We've been duped.

There was no way he could read it except that the news was bad. Very bad news indeed. A Storm Giant and an Ice Dragon attacking on the same turn? Losing a scout here and there could be written off as the cost of doing business, but the second battle had pulled in a whole supply chain, who predictably, found their picks little defence against a wurm. Looking down at the stumpy messenger who delivered the message he asked “but why on earth did all these miners run off to the battle? The dragon wasn’t even near them…” The Ice Dwarf might have shrugged his shoulders – his heavy furs and naturally indeterminate shape smothered any nuances of body language. “Well there’s no one we can ask now, your Grace, but seems as no one had told them not to, like.” That sounded plausible; Dwarves of any stripe were brave enough, but were cleverer with their hands than their heads. Once he had had more Ice Dwarves in his pay than any other mage, but he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. Taller races only from now on. Turning back to the messenger in front of him he asked narrowly “but your gang didn’t join in?” The Dwarf shook his head “we was underground; didn’t hear anything until we comes up at the end of our shift.” It was his turn to be looked at askance “just like your Grace couldn’t help because he was off casting spells and such.”  He let that one pass- truth be told he’d been worried on something like this happening once his scouts had started reporting all the ruins in the area. As if living this blasted tundra wasn’t benighted enough to begin with. Thoughts began to enter into his mind of jumping back through the gate and making a new start of it all. He saw himself landing in rich plains with not even the smoke from a neighbour’s fire to disturb him. But the risks would be high; he might land straight in the jaws of another dragon, or bang in the middle of some petty conqueror’s fiefdom. But what could he do in these icy lands, with trees as rare as a book in an Orcish school? He would need to dig into the reports of the surviving scouts; he would have a plan, there must be a plan. 
The dwarf was looking at him again, with eyes that might have been hostile had he been able to see them behind the hair. Really some of these creatures seemed to have no separation between their beards and their eyebrows. “Have you orders for us your Grace? I imagine you’ll be heading off some place safer, but we won’t be able to follow like”. He shook his head. “Besides the giants and the dragons this was a good spot and we’re not giving it up. No, we’re staying. Tell your gang to go and work for a few months – and send out messages to have the other gangs meet here.” Maybe it was time for everyone to take a little walk. 

Is it possible to take a pine cone from a squirrel?

War. War Never Changes.

Apparently, we need PIKE Sir! No need soldier, just chuck another 50 Goblins at them and clean the mess up afterwards.

More people spotted

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You are an imperfect being, created by an imperfect being. Finding your weakness is only a matter of time.

She was standing on the corner with her bright red lips, her face was so white and pale.
She had a black leather skirt that was tight to her hips and an anklet with a name.
It spelled M-A-R-Y... Gail!

The search for the promised land continues.

Baaa is up to his usual antics: 

Each faction can create its own coinage to supplement the standard denominations in circulation. Obviously using the standard base silver weight - the City Guard's imaginatively named the One Silver. This ensures that the Kiiran Thrupsilv weighs exactly thrice, and is worth exactly thrice, as much as 1 silver. All coins must show the denomination on the obverse and an image associated with the faction on the reverse. The Lord of Drama's (called an Oscar) is 29 times more valuable than a One Silver and has a 29 on the obverse and the Thespian mask on its reverse. And so on.

But one day Baaa found a Duskwood Nordrassil worth 65 silver and a Lunarian Metztli worth 66 silver in his monthly honorarium and started getting ideas. They were so similar in size and weight that everyone has to rely on their designs (a depiction of The Great Trees for the Nordrassil and a Rabbit within the Crescent of the Moon for the Metzli) to tell them apart. What if we mint a 65 silver coin with the Rabbit within the Crescent of the Moon reverse? Of course the die for the obverse would be cracked to make the 5 in 65 look like a 6 in 66. The traders would mistake our fake Nordrassil for a real Metztli and give an extra silver change. All faction coins circulate far and wide so everybody is unfamiliar with them. They won't tumble to the racket for ages, Even if someone noticed the discrepancy, well, the Duskwoods would get the blame. Pure genius. 

He took his idea to the Mint's board of governors. They pointed out that the Royal Nonentity Mint was not interested in his scam. It can only produce 67 silver Mokushkas and 67 silver blanks. If we overstamped our design to a Bunnie in the Moon and used the 'cracked die' fraud to make it look like a 66 it would still be worth 67 silver. We would end up losing at least one silver on every transaction, sometimes two. Duskwood is so far away from us that their coins are rare in this part of the world. We would never find enough real Nordrassli to make fake Metzlitii. The whole strategy is, therefore, not practical.

They were very polite giving this explanation and didn't burst out laughing until he was out of earshot...

Baaa started clipping coins that night...Sheesh, I gotta do everything around here?


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Inspector John Raymond Legrasse ducked under the crime scene tape and approached the remains. Another victim of the Gate Mage Killer?

"Right-oh constable. You have a list of everything found on the body? Oh, and good work with the crime scene tape"
The constable gave the traditional answer which all his training demanded: 
"It was like that when I got here. Sir." 


Dr Watzup, the police surgeon, was already on scene and gave him an interim report. 

The body had been neatly decapitated.
The major organs had been carefully removed and placed neatly around the torso. 
The intestines had been patiently unravelled, meticulously trimmed, and sliced into precise lengths. 
The eyes and the testicles were missing. Damage to the eye sockets and groin indicated they been carelessly gouged out, and savagely ripped off, respectively.
Cause of death was 'all of the above'.

Legrasse spent some time on scene. Organizing the search for evidence. Looking for witnesses (none were found), and generally supervising. Then returned to the office. 

There he started the case book, collated the evidence, decided where to develop new lines of enquiry and made a surmise or two:

Inquiries had been made with the victims faction. Legrasse scanned the interview reports. The only items missing were his horse, which could have wandered of by itself, and a small amount of silver. The autopsy revealed that all the body parts were present, just jumbled the hell up. It seems no souvenir was taken.

A thorough search of the vicinity had found the eyes and testicles hidden in the most obvious hiding place ever. The hollow of a tree. He checked the forensics report. No squirrel fur found at the crime scene. Thoughts: There is a thing called Nut Etiquette. If you find four yummies you must eat one straight away if alone and share the rest if accompanied. Only cache the surplus. So, an innocent party put in the frame by a vengeful enemy? A coincidence? Or a devious double-think? 
Persons of interest - squirrel with no table manners, squirrel associate or squirrel-hater. Perhaps a faction deeply involved in the fish trade and specializing in red herrings...


The skillful precision with which the body was eviscerated suggests killer is someone with specialized medical training. The only persons in the Region known to practice these skills are the Police Surgeon and the Coroner. 
Hrummph. He reluctantly place them on the Persons of Interest List too.

Legrasse next considered the crime scene drawings prepared by the Police Illustrator then the Coroner's autopsy report.

The eyeless head was wearing a cap cannily crafted from the stomach and was placed inside the thorax. The other major organs had been arranged around the body, creating a runic symbol he'd seen before. A six-pointed star encompassing a unity. A rune with many names and many meanings. Some say it is represents the six directions. Pointing to the Six Fabled Treasures. Others say it is a warning to choose well which of the Six Destinies you should follow. Others say it is six-armed Cthulhu playing with his favorite childhood toy. There are many other possible meanings. 
Hmmm...need to call in an expert on ancient myth and legend and all the various dubious crafts. One who knows the Pnakotic Manuscripts and studied other ancient texts, tomes and volumes. One who understands the psychology of those who worship, study, or seek relics left by the Ancients. He picked up the phone and called the number supplied by an old associate. "Can you put me through to Robert Harrrison Blake please?"


Another view of the crime scene showed: The organs had been arranged in this order: heart kidney kidney lung lung liver. A message within a message? 

 hkklll
 heart kklll?
 love kklll?? These letters were in a circle, so perhaps
 l love kkll

 
 Of course the killer would taunt us with three options:
 I love kill.  -   l = I      I love killing.
 L love kill   -   l = L      His name begins with L? Or his boss or faction? Lord, League, Lunaria, La Orden?
 One love kill -   l = 1 = One    A crime of insane passion? He will kill again to possess the One he loves? 

The intestines were carefully formed into a short sentence in running rune-writing which circled the main rune. Somewhat poetic: dim ond llygad gweld. chwe chyfeiriad. un monolith. chwe endid.

Only eye see.     (eye = I?)
Six Directions. 
One Monolith.     (the One he loves?)
Six Entities.      

OMG. 616. Sign of evil?  Best call in all the help he can get. The inspector called to his secretary "Miss Liza, get the Bureau on the line"  

Once that was sorted he moved onto the last illustration:

A tearful-wave-goodbye emoji that had been formed with the various left-overs. 

He clearly has no remorse for his victims. Legrasse made a wild guess: He is only sad he has no more time to taunt us.

A start was made on the case and it was now late. He went home to sleep. 


Not too far away a student, also up late, arrived home from his class, took a silver piece out of his pocket, and added it to his collection of 'special' coins. Must own them all...

Whilst the homelands they hard worked hard to establish were being destroyed by an aggressive faction roaming the mountains.

The cartographers hoped that their original friends had managed to get mages in position and declare the right faction unfriendly.

time will tell

However The Great Map grows and is available to those who contribute. contact us now and be part of this great dream

Groo was surprised, the locals here could swim

he watched as a pair of them swam out into the ocean heading west

Let it be!

The volcano is all mine!

Lucky Luke had a spring in his step as he entered the local watering hole. familiar names had been seen about the city,
maybe he would start his posse here.

the dice have been rolled

If at first you don't succeed ...

Life is like that: joys, sorrows, absurd losses, undeserved rewards, unexpected betrayals, surprise gifts... only the value of friendship justifies so much shocks.

They say that graffiti was quickly erased from front door of Police HQ.  A chalk silhouette, with crime scene tape and blood splatter. Underneath writing: 
Galwch fi'n Artist y Corff
Call me The Body Artist... 

"truth.  It must become complete and shared"  --Kiiran

The Graywolf's problems are just beginning. Although, "... we haven't started yet!"

Swords fall in the foam
mermen's gift in their defeat
of their cursed stone