MP Game - Yarnspinners

[Sedna]

Turn 14, R'lyeh

Well, gosh, if that didn't just ruin my whole month. And it was going so well... There's nothing quite like the taste of archer in the morning, and their bows are really useful for picking things out of your teeth, or, you know, dislodging bits of limbs that got stuck in your tentacles... anyhow, it was a really good meal. And just next door, my worthless chattel fought a force that outnumbered them, and they actually managed to defeat it. And nobody died. Well, nobody important.

So life was really going well, and I was in a great mood, 'cause of all the money and the food. Forest people just have this delightful hickory smoked taste to them, I think. And I swear there were some hints of maple, too, and some really subtle flavors...

But I tried to talk to Mr. Flibbles, but he wasn't there, and then I tried again, but he still wasn't there, and now he's gone... all gone... nobody left to talk to, they're all so scared of me, but Mr. Flibbles wasn't, he was my friend, but then he got mad at me, and now he's not my friend anymore, he's not anyone's friend, and why couldn't he have let me eat him if he wanted to die so much? I would've done it, for him.

So what do I care if someone found some air gems in Minto Strait? I don't even know where that is. I think I'll just send them to other people. It's not like they'll make Mr. Flibbles come back. Ever ever ever again.

Not many fishies left, not many fishies...

So, I think I'll go attack this province, and, you know, kill everyone there with horrible sucking death. But I won't enjoy it.

[Alneyan]

As usual, I have forgotten to post the notice that turn 14 has run (we are now playing turn 15).

I cannot manage to write anything these days (related to Dominions or not; an attempt at writing someting for Space Empires does not seem to have much success either), and so you should not expect Man to produce some yarns in the foreseeable future. If someone needs to know something about Man (R'lyeh?), do ask me and I will give the details.

On another matter, Atlantis seems to have gone AWOL. Does anyone have news about them?

[puffyn]

Alneyan,

That's a pity. I was hoping to find out what happened to Ilneoa... but so long as you keep hosting the game, I'll be happy.

[puffyn]

---- Arcoscephale, Turn 14 ----

Late spring in the southern marshes

The news recently has been all good.

Lussan fell easily beneath the spears of my Silver Shields. To celebrate the victory, I will raise a temple to Apollo, patron of the intellect, leader of the Muses, and source of the Oracle at Delphi which Thymbre loved so much. Over its arches I will etch her name, and there it shall remain while this world remains unbroken.

Balachandra and his siblings have finally gotten around to doing some useful research on construction techniques. It's not science exactly, but it's probably the best I can expect out of these unenlightened folks. I'm sure Balachandra is wise, and Amshula gained some valuable experience leading the attack on Skelde Henge (in fact, she is bringing some newly trained elephants to swell my ranks this turn), but they're still all basically crazy. Balachandra has plans to "project his astral self in an attempt to locate sites of Astral power". Fine, whatever he does in his spare time is his own look-out. But apparently this nonsensical ritual takes a full month, during which he won't be pursuing his very interesting thoughts about the construction of light-weight armor.

Divikar, always the copy-cat younger brother, plans to do a similar thing, pouring oil on a sample of soil brought back from Golana to see "hidden sites of fiery powers". I must be misunderstanding the ritual somehow, because I know it does not take a full month for a small oil fire to burn.

And finally, Limmy apparently finally lost his mind completely and attempted to attack Skeldmarsh all by himself. Needless to say, he died. I guess I'll miss the blue freak, but this will certainly quell the campfire rumors that he's the "8th incarnation of the immortal Vishnu", or whatever the locals think this week.

My butter supply is undisturbed tonight for the first time in a long while. Tonight I will go sit on the high flat rock which will soon be consecrated to Apollo, spread butter on freshly fired bread, and watch the stars.

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[Alneyan]

puffyn said:
Alneyan,

That's a pity. I was hoping to find out what happened to Ilneoa... but so long as you keep hosting the game, I'll be happy.

She has just won the prize at the Pretenders' lottery: a single ticket to the otherworld, as a few arrows have just killed her. I guess that will remind me why Air-5 isn't quite the same thing as Air-9 when you want to fight half the world on your own. Oh well, she will just come back eventually, slightly more bitter and overeager to share her experience of death.

[magnate]

Sorry folks, been away for a few days. Will catch up with the scores tomorrow. Hope you're all having fun ...

CC

[Sedna]

Turn 15, R'lyeh

My little corner of this world is slowly taking shape. I am unbounded to the north, and can expand there for some time without interference from others. I've become quite confident in my ability to eat and rout these measly humans. My next attack will be on a heavily defended province, but Death doesn't scare me, I met him at this party on Epsilon Eridani one time... a very dry sense of humor.

I was told by lunch that the other would-be-gods are outpacing me in magical research now that I've left my dark undersea lab to feast. I'll summon some brains, but I don't really expect them to discover much without my brilliant tentacle guiding them.

I've chosen a site for my first coastal province. It is a good site, with moderately useful human crossbows, a library for sages, and a pleasant little path running down the cliffs to tide-pools where humans often bring their children to play. I anticipate many good spawns....

My first task force is going to spend a few seasons regrouping. Meteorite guards have an annoying habit of scattering in battle, and some sort of fodder is necessary to protect my precious, nummy, Illithids. I'll... "volunteer" a few humans to replace them, and collect some of the less pathetic runaways. They deserve death, not a second chance at glory, so I'll be sure to put them at the front of my formations with orders to attack the k-nig-its. A second task force is slowly making their way upriver through the mud to Red Lake, where they shall burst forth upon the witless inhabitants, spewing death.

[CuriousCat]

Machaka: Turn 14

Cetewayo was livid. The only good news he had received in the month was a few nature gems being found in one of his territories. As if he had a use for them at the moment... At least none of the other pretenders in the world had attacked. Of course, it didn't seem that there was a need since his useless subjects couldn't deal with a handful of independents. Killing a few villagers calmed him a bit... but only a bit. He felt a little guilty. He could hardly afford to loose anyone from his domain. He was a little confused by the upset his little diVersion caused. Wasn't he not quite living proof that there was life after dead?

He had plenty of pressing concerns to get his mind off of the army's failure. Man was to the North, a large and intimidating presence. Across the river, the nation of Caelum was attempting to complete the box that would make it impossible for Machaka to flourish...

He had to put the bad news behind him and salvage what he could. Babu would become prophet. He might not be the best possible choice, but he was the best available choice. Hopefully a prophet would help bolster the domain while it recovered from recent setbacks.