Peccary - upload pretenders!

[Rorschach]

I manage to get a turn out after my girlfriend leaves, but before I leave. Flexible hours...

That system will go down the crapper quickly though, once the turns take longer to play

[Renojustin]

The Weeping One of Sauromatia is furious that the nauseating Kyra of Pangaea has been spotted in our demesne, spreading lies and false prophecies. If it is not removed immediately, but calls on another of our lands on its pilgrimage of filth and carrion, we shall be forced to fall with all our power upon the Pangaeans, whom we now know the location of.

If, however, Pangaea decides to respect our mutal natural borders, we may have sweeter words and deeds for such fellow wild beings.

(aside: rtyffg - what other game did you play in that you mentioned? Your name does not tend to inspire a great deal of confidence in your steadfastness, no offense)

[rtyffg]

The wild and beings of Pangaea tend to keep to the bounds of their land, but feel the need to present faith to unbelievers. Since tre reasons of gaea have been shown to Sauromatians, worshippers felt free to move to the other lands and meet the other races.

(aside: the other game(the lost one) was played at the other(smaller) community, so this game can be counted as the first)

[Renojustin]

Sauromatia is pleased by the flight of the winged prophet and wishes it well on its journeys.

Gazebo smiles enigmatically as the capably-led armies of Sauromatia annihilate a rebel vampire count and his vast retinue.

The newly-liberated peoples of the lands about The Last Swamp rejoice as the one religion is bequeathed unto them, yet still there is something rank and foul about the forests nearby...

[Rorschach]

Mighty Abysian frontier armies have met Pangean rabble. No conflict yet, we hope to keep on civil terms still.

[das123]

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The meeting of the Prophets

In distant foothills, a large group of Sauromatian archers emerge from the cover of the dark forest. The small contingent of mounted equites rush forward to investigate. The legions of Ermor advance behind the equites with a personage of great religious power.

The Sauromatian archers are accompanied by a false prophet mounted on a tall chestnut horse and a strange woman riding a fantastic beast. A hail of arrows meet the horsemen as they charge down on the magical beast. Battle is joined...

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BTW, sorry to those of you who had sent me PMs. I didn't see them until just a few minutes ago. I've replied now.

[Renojustin]

The flower of the Ermorian cavalry and a full legion of heavy infantry lies decimated on the field; the Sauromatians begin to feed on the dead and almost-dead... emissaries are exchanged and the passage north is in the balance.

Pangaea seethes behind The Barricade, unable to reach the lush forests beyond. A daring force could easily move against Pangaea while they mass their forces in vain against the mighty, murderous defenses. In less than a season, their armies and lands may fall.

The remaining Ermorian legion mistakenly remains in the northern passage, the Augur Elders deadlocked in their useless senate, arguing the Sauromatian offer... but it is already too late. Their campfires at night seem cold, not so much driving away the darkness as accentuating it. There are no sounds of natural creatures. There is no conversation among the men. The lands are quiet as the death that stalks them.