[IC] Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

[Chairman Stein]

The Bonesnapper Tribe

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Nagrub's warband began their wild hunt in the early hours of the morning. Throughout the night scouting parties reported in roars and guttural screams of 'elf boyz' in the trees and shadows, but all investigations led the orcs nowhere. At last, a believable sighting occurred. With Nagrub's own beady red eyes he watched an elven scout, his short blue cape and blonde hair flowing as he ran across a small crossing in the river. With a roar, Nagrub raised his great choppa and called on his boyz to chase after the elf. With chants of "'ere we go" and animalistic roars the greentide of forty or more orcs began making the crossing over the river. Of course, there was no organization in an orcish crossing, and more than one boy would fall over his comrades and be cast into the cold water.

It was only when the first orc had made it across did Nagrub realize what was happening... As the first boy made it to shore and began marching up the embankment, a long white wooden arrow pierced his makeshift armor, and then another through his left eye.

This was a trap.

Elves appeared all along their side of the river, arrows ready, and began firing into the massed orcs. With increased fervour and rage, the orcs sped up their crossing in a rush to kill their ambushers. Stepping over wet, cold, greenskin bodies more and more orcs charged up the embankment, Nagrub included. Swinging his great weapon with unseen rage the Orc Warlord cared not if he struck elf or orc, there would be blood for attempting such unorcy tactics against a warlord as great as he. Thus, the clash began.

Choppas met makeshift spears and elven shortblades, and it was evident that in close combat the victor would inevitably be the orcs. The wooden spears of the elves snapped on impact with orcish axes; however, the elves had the advantage of continued arrow fire from more ambushers in the distance. The elves immediately began to focus their fire onto the biggest and most armored of the orcs, Nagrub himself, though many of their bolts would not pierce his iron armor. In one hand, his great choppa, in the other Nagrub grabbed hold of the nearest non-green body he could find. The elf was pathetic, his eyes wide with fear and his teeth grit in pain as Nagrub effortlessly snapped the helpless boy's neck between his brutish hands. He tossed the limp body towards his former comrades and continued the charge, however, with the death of this elf it seemed many of his compatriots had suddenly began to lose faith. It was in that moment that Nagrub realized, he had just killed the leader of this ambush. Was it the leader of this entire little tribe? He was not sure, but was quickly as the battle had begun it was over. Along the river bank twenty or more orcs lay dead, their bodies bleeding and arrows protruding from all sides, and ten or so elves, including the commander of this little attack. Perhaps not a victory in numbers, this was a victory none the less. Raising his great choppa Nagrub roared, and his remaining boyz roared with him. The bodies of the dead elves, and some orcs, were taken for eating on the long road back to Iron Rock. Nagrub was not sure if the elf he had slain was their leader, or if there were more where they had come from. All the Warlord knew was he went west for a fight, and a fight he had. He could safely return to his camp and show his boyz his might as he added new skulls to his banners and more snapped bones to his talismans. The point he wished to make to the elves and his boyz had now been made.

"Orcz are da biggest an' da strongest."

Results

Orcs: Twenty dead
Elves: Thirteen dead

Pyrrhic Orc Victory

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C) Improve infrastructure

Back at Iron Rock things remained relatively quiet. The Greenseer continued his ever holy works in the name of the orcish pantheon and the remaining boyz kept to work prospecting the lands. However, a new 'vision' came to Wurtag, and in the early hours his lesser shamans beat the drums and the camp encircled the Greenseer's great hut. Waving his 'magickz stik' Wurtag began proselytizing to his fellow greenskins of his vision. While they worked to prospect the land and breed the livestock, the gods were unhappy with the lack of effort their followers had put into their camp itself. Certainly there were enough spiky bones and protruding metal, but there lacked 'struktur' as Wurtag called it. What that word meant, not even Wurtag really knew, but after banging some heads and threatening to 'blast ya boyz wit me spellz' the orcs went right to work with... Whatever it exactly was Wurtag had demanded of them.

Summary

Nagrub and his warboyz suffer greater losses but ultimately defeat a small ambushing group of elves, thus proving their 'superiority' and begin making their way home to tell of their victory.

Wurtag demands the orcs do... Something. Though surely with the visions from the green gods they will prevail at whatever it is 'struktur' means!

[Pirate]

The Children of Artemon

X) Panic and grief gripped Celebrimbor. They had tried to stand tall against the orcs and been broken. Their friends and family slaughtered at the hands of the orcs, their bodies devoured. They had made their bet and lost. In a helpless atmosphere it was as though they awaited death.

But death never came. The orcs had gone home and the elves would have to look to their future once again. It was Theldaneth they had put their faith in and he had brought this disaster on them. He had failed them. He was himself very distraught at his failure and before the crowd he stood powerless. He had neither the will nor the ability to sway them. He was loudly and publicly dethroned and denounced, no longer would any elf heed his council. Once their budding leader he was now relegated to disgraced obscurity.

The fear of the orcs still ran high, no one desired to risk being butchered like their countrymen had been. Flight was brought up. Many among them were anguished at the thought of leaving what they had accomplished behind. In this wealthy land they had fertile earth, bounties of silver and amber, they had all they could have wished for were it not for the dreaded greenskins. However no amount of wealth was worth the loss of all their lives. Theirs was not a god of war or vengeance nor was war their trade. It was decided that the settlement would be dismantled and they would take whatever they could carry by cart and by hand and set out west, in search of greener pastures, further removed from the orc menace.

They walked nervous and scared, it might be said that they spent more time looking over their shoulders than they did looking forward. Under the watchful eyes of the elf-at-arms that still remained they hoped that they would find safety soon.

Every night they prayed for deliverance from their perilous journey.

TL;DR

Flee west

[Chenzor]

Turn 5

The Map

Points of interest are marked with flags outlined with your color. Your forces' position is also marked with such flags.

The Lothelonni

@Polybius

Turn 5

The ranger Ella returned with her cadre to deliver their report to Lord Brightflower himself. After pondering, he consulted his military advisors (if he had any) to talk about plans to etablish a standing military, in case of conflict. The brute beasts of this land might not be friend, after all.

While at first Lord Brightflower have high ambitions about the number of soldiers he'd like to have active, he soon realize that the amount he had at first envisioned would be too many. He would have to choose to either have the number he wanted, which would be about 40 elves, but they would not be on active duty at all times since they had other primary professions. They'd basicly be trained conscripts that take up arms only in need, and would be slightly more effective than the militia that was able to be mustered. Or, he could have a standing military of 15 elves-at-arms whose primary profession would be soldiers, and their training would be greater than the conscripts of 40.
The choice was, 40 slightly less effective soldiers, (trained militia) or 15 stronger soldiers (elf-at-arms).

Meanwhile, Celamon had managed to track the brute further down the river, then south as the short grass became tall grass. It was like everything around here was bigger. The rocks, the grass, the trees, the animals.
Occasionally, the brute would look over his shoulder as if sensing he was followed, but it seems he never spotted the elves as he always just grunted and turned back to continue trotting along his path. He was easy to track.
When the brute returned to camp, the elves couldn't get as close anymore. The camp was walled by a great pallisade, crude but effective. Inside, they could spot tents and fires, and they estimated that perhaps another 50 or so of the big beasts lived here.

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 98 men, 99 women, 28 children.
Military: Pending from choices. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 4% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 4%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Iceborn

@Cyclone

Turn 5

The Iceborn were swift in their construction of an iron mine, and workers were quick to get to work. While mining is hard work, the Iceborn is a hard people and as such, their endeavors were to bare fruit soon.

[Iron added to resources next turn as a mine is set up.]

The captors of the supposed skraelings were starting to think this wasn't a skraeling after all. It was small and black with pointy ears and crooked pointy teeth, and it spoke in hisses and growls rather than crooked words like the tales of old say of skraelings. After a few hours of interrogation, the beast finally yielded a word they could understand: "Gilbin". What it meant, they had no idea, but at least it was an audible word. Gilbin... Was it it's name? Is this creature a Gilbin? What does Gilbin even mean? Much more they couldn't get out of the creature, and they soon took a break from interrogating it. They kept careful watch of the cliffs above the construction of the mine, but no more creatures showed themselves.

Sverker and his drinkingbuddies almost cheered when they heard of bees. Mead! Mead is a posibility! They'd be damned if they let this opportunity slip. They set out into the southern woods to attempt to "domesticate" some honeybees. Their efforts will yield results next turn.

[Iron mine added to the map.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 128 men, 128 women, 41 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Lumber, Iron (pending), Honey (pending)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Bonesnapper Tribe

@Chairman Stein

Turn 5

With twenty orcs dead, one could almost say the orcs had experienced a loss. However they had succeeded in their effort to capture and eat a few longears, and therefore they went home without much of a decrease in morale. They had done their orcy thing, and now they were content. Nagrub and his band would return home next turn.

Meanwhile at home, the great mining-efforts underneath Iron Rock had yielded results. Iron, of course! Praise be the green gods, the name wasn't ironic after all! Although the entire hill wasn't made of iron, for now they'd have some iron to repair their tools and weapons with. And thanks to their appearant gift in building (although they had no idea how they managed, it just kinda came to them naturally) they managed to keep the hill from collapsing down on itself from the extensive mining into the earth. It was truly a feat to be seen, it was like a giant fortified quarry now, their great camp. The entire hillside was filled with cranes and braziers, and Wurtag's great spiky tent stood above it all, even greater than Nagrub's warlordy tent.

The orcs had no idea what struktur meant (structure), but they were sort of proud of their efforts. No fools from the mountains could get to them now, they thought!
[Iron resource added, settlement has been fortified.]
[Women removed from population. I mean, do orc women even exist? If they do, you can't really tell them apart. How the orcs repopulate nobody knows.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 234 adults, 38 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Iron
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +1% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Enthusiastic (Bonus for 2 more turns.)
Foreign relations:
- Children of Artemon: Hostile

The Maerinum

@Lady Selune

Turn 5

The people of Maerinum are a productive people and have high ambitions of what to do in their new land, but they simply cannot achieve everything they want to achieve at once. They decide to do one thing at a time, as well as they can. First, they salvage their old ships (now unsailable) and create new fishingboats to make a source of food in form of fish to supply New Matem. They then use said boats to explore along the coast of the mainland, before even exploring their own island fully. Some Maerians raise a brow at this, but think nothing much of it. Why not, they suppose.

[Food level increases next turn]

Next, the builders overlook the quarry and find that it's not much that they can do to it to increase it's productivity. They're already operating at optimal capacity. Therefore, they get to work on attempting to construct a vineyard. Only problem is, they have no such seeds with them and they haven't found any wild grapes on the island yet.

[Vineyard can be constructed but cannot operate]

Therefore, the builders get to work on their next task right away. Perhaps they weren't as overambitious as they first thought.
The crude government building will finish construction next turn.

The fishermen that were sent to explore along the coast of the mainland are shocked. They return home after only a few days, scared beyond fear of what they found at the mouth of the river. A large encampment of red-skinned orcs! As soon as they had seen the fishingboats coming, they had taken up arms and shot arrows towards the boats if they got too close. It seemed the fishermen were lucky - the orcs' own boats were already off on some other adventure and therefore no one could chase them back to the island. They're obviously hostile and angry creatures, the orcs... What do we do?!

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 127 men, 126 women, 39 children.
Military: 10 Footmen.
- Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Clay, Stone, Marble (small quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Antari

@Murtox

Turn 5

The Antari had no problem at all in crafting spears to be used in times of trouble. While they had no standing military, almost everyone knew that the secret to using a spear was to stick 'em with the pointy end. However, regular townsfolk and farmers and craftsmen knew little of military tactics, and there was no real place to store the new armory so they were all stored in the new storehouse, together with the other supplies like the food and whatnot.

Amari Asto suddenly realized that he had forgotten about what to do about the resources. His prospectors had returned and told him of their suggestions for creating a lumbermill and a quarry, or perhaps dig into the mountains to establish a mine. Thing is, they couldn't do it all at once and didn't know which one to start out on without asking Amari Asto.

[Spears added to arsenal. All militia will now be equipped with basic spears rather than use whatever tools they might have as weaponry.]
[You may choose to establish a mine, a quarry or a lumbermill first, second and third. This will take one turn respectively to establish unless another action is specified.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 125 men, 124 women, 37 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Stone, lumber, copper (pending).
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Serpetist Tribe

@LordZell No post found. Player's civilization is standing still until player returns. Automatic dropout in 3 turns away without word.

Turn 4

From last turn:Lirsk was ambitious and shrewd, but also a bit ... green, so to speak. He had noticed Vosk's displeasure at the High Priest's way of handling things, and despite the promise made to Vosk, Lirsk started to doubt.
He came to Vosk late one evening to talk to him of military affairs, using the excuse that he wanted to hear from Vosk's great knowledge and experience to become a better First Scout. For hours they talked, and finally Lirsk felt he had gained Vosk's trust. He finally executed his plan.
"We should do as you say, Vosk." says Lirsk. "We should set out and find foes to subjugate and conquer. Who needs to craft tools when we can claim what we need from the lesser beings of this land? My scouts say they found a pass in the mountains to the east, I'm sure it leads somewhere."
But would Vosk agree or would he stay faithful to his liege and High Priest?

Meanwhile, the laborers and prospectors hadn't been idle. The very same scouts that had informed Lirsk of the pass to the east had also aided in the prospecting of the mountain for resources. Indeed they had found stone that they could quarry, and some copper ore had been evident once venture further into the mountains had occured, yet iron seemed to elude them. Though they had spotted large natural caves further up the cliffs, perhaps iron was to be found in there? Alternatively, should the already found resources of copper and stone be mined first, before seeking the iron?
Construction of temple: 15% completion. You may choose to continue construction in hopes of finishing the temple sooner but it may take a toll on your morale.

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 127 men, 125 women, 36 children. (Growth continues as normal when player is away)
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population. (Higher than average due to culture and race).
Food level: Average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% 0% from food level,+0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Children of Artemon

@Pirate

Turn 5

In but a day, the bright new future of Celebrimbor was ash and dust. Terrified, the elves had blamed their leader for the death of their kin, the failure of the battle. They packed up, left, fled west. They had no idea where to go or what to find, yet they managed to travel far before they even started to wonder where they were actually headed. They had no real leadership, no one to organize them. After a week, they had walked straight into a forest and the trees were getting denser and denser. Finally they stopped, set up temporary camp to rest their weary legs. They were all exhausted, and now realized they were lost.

They had food enough for another two or three weeks if they were lucky foraging but they were tired, scared and broken.

A) Establish new settlement
B) Travel further
C) End

(Option C means the elves of Celebrimbor are lost to the lands and you may start again with a new civ.)

Population: 89 men, 92 women, 26 children.
Military: 7 Elf-at-Arms. Militia able to be conscripted up to 20% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Currently prospecting. Yields next turn.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: 0%
Morale: Terrified (Will suffer increasing penalties the longer the elves stay terrified.)
Foreign relations:
- Bonesnapper Tribe: Hated

Clan Oreborn

@Kangutso

Turn 2

The mighty Oreborn Clan, claiming heritage from the ancient Brownbeard lineage, they trace their bloodline back to the founding fathers themselves. One or another Ironbeard or Goldbeard may be found among the numbers of the Oreborn, but all too few to even be represented. Not that dwarves are in any way ill-mannered toward their kin of other breeds.

Being crafty and industrous folk, the dwarves quickly set to work in making their new home what it ought to be; cozy and with great food and drink. While the ale would have to wait, most likely, they were no less heartened by longing for it. After all, what dwarf don't enjoy bountiful meals with ale by the hearth? But we get ahead of ourselves... A pier was the first order of business, and farmlands the second. While the brownbeards weren't very good hunters, they were excellent builders and managed to create a pier, a smaller raft or two and fishingpoles to go with them! After patting themselves on the back momentarily for their exemplary work, the dwarves begun supplying their people with food in form of fish.

It wouldn't take long before the farmlands were cultivated as well. The lands around here were bountiful, with lush green forests and great grasslands where there was no tree. However, the further away from the river the dwarves travelled, the more hills, rocks and spiky cliffs did they find. This great mountain was accompanied by several smaller ones around it, it would seem. How many? Who knows! They hadn't counted yet, had they?

[Food improving to 'below average' next turn.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 115 men, 113 women, 32 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Low (improving)
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% -3% from food level, +0% from morale = 2%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

[Lady Selune]

Orcs, thought Maxim grimly. The Master of Arms, what others called a general, had been conspicuously absent from the senate ever since the news had come back. Redskins were brutal, bloodthirsty and insane beasts no better than a wild boar or ferocious wolf, and needed to be dealt with as such. Maxim hated giving the order for conscription, but alas, that was the way of the world. The Maerians were not a particularily diplomatic people, but they did know the way of the sword, and the way of the sword seemed to be the way forward.

30% of their men and women; the Maerians did not make a distinction in the military, even the weakest of people could be put to use, behind the lines, as skirmishers or arbelasts... It was a shame they had so few weapons and so little materials to make them with. Maxim was kicking himself for not giving the order to establish a lumber yard when he had the chance, but they would have to make do. Hunting bows, boar spears, and once again those gladius': they were not defenceless by any means.

And, they had brought bulls. Not a lot, only the professional soldiers who had joined before the conscription order had been sent out would get it, but they had the distinctive banded leather armour that their homeland's own soldiers would have worn. A breastplate mate from stiffened leather, straps along the shoulders and arms, cloth bindings around the hand to prevent chafing, and so if, god forbid, they were totally disarmed, they could throw punches.

It was a damned shame they had no iron. If they had had it, then they would have been able to make proper breastplates and helmets, but this would have to do for now. The fishing boats were perfect for the 'short' trip to and from the orcish camp, and if they could get a foothold near it, then that would become a perfect place to establish a military base, and perhaps, in the distant future, a town.

For now though, there would be training. From the barracks' training yards, there was the steady shouts of an army being trained, the distinctive 'clack' of training swords, and the smell of food being prepared for the army, hard tack and salted mutton, wafted across the city. It was a damned shame they had no grapes, but perhaps the soldiers could find some; military expeditions always went easier with a little alcohol to dull the sway of the waves.

Maxim watched as the government building was erected at last. It was no grand basilica, that was for sure, just a squat, triangular-peaked building with simple columns rising up. It would honestly fit a temple better, and Maxim would ensure that his lasting legacy would be to turn this into a temple once the senate moved out, but for now it would serve well. Chairs and a large table had been moved in, and the front area had been determined as a courtroom, a courtroom that had thankfully not been needed to be used.

The leader of the expedition, however, would not be the general or Maxim himself. The general was an old man, a strategic genius but not suited to fighting, and the senate had deemed Maxim to important to lose, and so it would be Maxim's daughter who would be 'in charge' of the expedition, one of the original soldiers, and the only one with proper metal armour, inherited from her father.

Aemilina was a soldier through and through. She had served in the military back home when it had been her time, and had continued in her service for another five years, and was one of the most experienced out of all of the men and women in New Matem with seven of her twenty-five years in service. She would be a capable general, the senate and the people had no doubt about that.

TL;DR

- Conscription enforced
- General Amelinia, Maxim's daughter, is ready for the campaign against the orcs

[Cyclone]

The Iceborn

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C) Improve Infrastructure

After some time, Dag himself made the trip to the mountains. The purpose that he claimed was a desire to inspect the new mine, but he was equally driven by curiosity about the strange creature that his men had found. The Gilbin, they were calling it now.

When the High Chieftain looked at the thing, he quickly realized that it posed little threat in a battle, however it had the sly look of a snake about it. This was the sort of creature that would sneak into your home and butcher you in your sleep, not raise a host and lay siege to your village. The realization didn't set him much at ease.

Nonetheless, the question of what to do about the Gilbin remained. There was quite possibly a whole tribe of these creatures hiding in some crevice or peak, and Dag knew that if a member of the Iceborn were murdered, he would be the first to cry out for war and vengeance. So was it safer to kill the Gilbin so that its supposed tribe might never learn of its fate, or to release the thing and hope that its captivity wouldn't spark a war? Was there even reason to fear a war with these creatures? If a war did happen, would the scrawny little things make good slaves? Were there even more of the creatures in the first place?

In the end, the thinking began to drive Dag mad. The idea crossed his mind to bring the Giblin back to Dagshall and have the Godis and wise men look over it or use their magic to learn of it, but that hardly seemed worth the effort. If the Giblin was a lone creature then it posed no threat, and if it had a tribe then the Iceborn would not cower from any war that might come. So Dag offered the Giblin some food and drink and then had his men release it, and that was that.

As the talk of the Giblin and skraelings eventually died down, work could finally resume at its previous pace. Dag realized that the tribe could bring bars of iron back to be worked by the smiths in Dagshall, but hauling boulders of unprocessed ore would be too inefficient. It would have to be processed near the mine, so Dag saw to it that the necessary smeltery was built at the mining camp.

There was also construction to be done in Dagshall. A smithy was already being erected in anticipation of the iron that would soon be coming from the mountains. In addition, atop the empty hill in the middle of the village, work finally began on a great mead hall. It was time that the High Chieftain, his family, and his retainers have a home worthy of their status. In addition, the mead hall would be a place large enough for half the tribe to gather for meeting or celebration, and atop that hill it would make a good holdout should the village ever come under attack. Fittingly, the mead hall would be able to keep true to its name if Sverker had success with his honeybees and meadery.

Iceborn

-Dag thinks for a while about what to do to the Giblin, and finally just gives it some food and water before releasing it.
-A smeltery is built near the mine to process the iron ore, and a smithy is built in Dagshall to make use of the iron that is soon to come.
-Work also begins on a great mead hall that will go on top of a small hill in the center of Dagshall. It will be a homefor Dag and his family as well as a proper place to host meetings and celebrations for the tribe.

[Pirate]

The Children of Artemon

B) There was nothing to do but go on. What they would find no one knew, but all desired to put further distance between themselves and the orcs and few desired to make their home in this dark forest. They would subtly mark their way behind them and try to continue on a straight path forward as best they could, aiming to find the other end, hoping that the distance is not too great. Fatigue, hunger and fear was something they would all have to deal with in the days ahead, doing their best to shield their children from the worst of it. Many sought comfort and distraction in prayer and work, but the weight of their situation was undeniably heavy and it only became harder as supplies grew sparser. At least here among the trees they were somewhat hidden.

It was true that with Theldaneth's fall from grace their society had reverted once again to a more primitive state. But they were not entirely dysfunctional in such a state. Most among them were at least to some degree educated, with experience in managing their own businesses and being raised on reason, and they put these qualities to use in managing their runaway civilisation. Many decisions were made independently while at other times the prominent elves among them gathered to make decisions collectively. For example the decision to mark their way behind them was at the initiative of the hunters, who knew how treacherous forests could be. How such a system, or the lack of it, would handle more serious disputes or more complicated situations remained to see, but no one really viewed it as permanent and for now it was enough for them to get by.

Summary

Push on

[Polybius]

The Lothelonni

For several days the rangers Celamon and Kato tracked the brute through the wilderness. As the land transformed from river-forest to grassland, Celamon noticed that everything was larger. Rocks became boulders, grass soared above the tall elves and obscured their vision. Towering trees dwarfed the tiny rangers as they pressed on. Wary, and tired, the duo pressed on keeping a safe distance from the brute.

After a hard journey, senses dulled from days tracking the creature, the rangers came upon a village with a pallisade wall, campfires and the sound of civilization. The walls were enormous, perhaps felled trees from the behomeths they had passed on the trek inland.

And the smell...

Celamon shuddered. The overwhelming stench from the brutes settlement permeated his clothes and hair and clung to his nostrils. It was the smell of sweat, blood and meat. Beside him, crouched in the underbrush, Kato stared wide eyed. Celamon issued the order for retreat and the pair beat a path back to the river trail.

Panting from exhaustion, Kato shook his head. "There must be 50 of those...those ogres in there. Gods what land have we found?"

Celamon rested a hand on his companions shoulder. "A good one, Kato. We know not what these creatures intend. Perhaps they are friendly." Celamon cracked a smile. "Probably not!"

Kato chuckled despite himself. "Let's get back. Lord Brightflower will want to hear this." Celamon nodded agreement and the rangers began the trek home to Cantivale.

---

Back at Cantivale, Lord Brightflower was consulting with his officers. Leena, a trusted retainer of house Brightflower was examining the ledgers.

"It would be better to have a smaller, well trained force m'Lord," said Leena. "A few men and women handpicked, well trained and on alert at all times would be a better force than to rally a militia in times of crisis." Leena spoke the words with an emotionless certainty. Lord Brightflower nodded.

"I agree Leena, you are my most trusted military advisor, let's begin immediately. I also wish to know of any dangers to our village. We should begin construction of concealed watch towers, high in the trees to evade detection by enemies," Lord Brightflower pointed to several locations on the crude map layed out before them.

Leena suggested a few alternate locations and the elves agreed. "We will keep rocks and plenty of arrows in the towers as well m'Lord, just in case. I will begin the training immediately and consult with the craftsmen about these towers. As you please m'Lord." Leena bowed and Lord Brightflower returned to studying the map.

"Where are you Celamon?" he whispered to himself.

C Improve Infrastructure Build camouflaged watchtowers and defensive points around the village up to 2 miles away and stock them with arrows and projectiles.

[Kangutso]

Clan Oreborn

Time to Farm

Arngir looked out at the pier, at the fishermen hard at work gathering food for the clan. However, he knew that it still would only just feed them enough and they needed more. He recalled how some of the others stated that they found the land around them suitable as farmland. And so, it was time to make use of it.

The clan came together, at least those who weren't fishing, and Arngir suggests to them that they should search their supplies and the area for anything they can grow as a crop. It was quickly agreed upon to have small groups search the area and a few others to search their own suppies for anything to use as a crop. While the remainder were to immediately begin preparing fields to grow food as soon as possible. Hopefully, they would find something sturdy and hard for the weather to kill.

---

Prospecting and Sighting

Soon they would need perminant homes, Arngir knew this, for while they had sturdy enough homes in the mean time, they were still temporary and not quite... dwarven. They were right next to a mountain for a reason after all. He got a few others to agree, including a Goldbeard named Echadon*, that a group should search the nearby mountainside for minerals and ore, as well as scout where they could start building into the stone. While this was the objective of the group, numbering twelve, they would also climb up until they could clearly see over the forests and see how many mountains were around anything else worth noting. Echadon would lead the group, and for safety they all took simple wooden spears and some of the few worn axes they had, in case they were to run into anything that would wish harm upon them.

---

Makings of a Leader

With how well Arngir was doing as a sort of leader to them all, the elder dwarves, as well as the experienced and notable ones, were commonly gathered to discuss the possibility of making him the king of the clan. There were never any objections, but it was agreed to wait until anything was agreed upon.

Summarino

-Small groups of dwarves are searching the area for potential crops.
-A few dwarves are checking through supplies for potential crops.
-Many are busy tilling and preparing farmland.
-A group has begun prospecting and searching the nearby mountainside.
-The same group is to try spotting what they can as far as they can see in the distance while high enough.
+There is talk of making Arngir king. Arngir is not aware of this.

[Murtox]

The Antari People

Turn Action:

F) Improve resources/technology

The Scouts returned with quite the information about their surroundings, already marking positions to establish mines, quarries or a lumber mill , Amari Asto was proud of his people but most of the success was thanks to Manco who coordinated the prospecting the efforts over the course of the last months, but as always the decision of where to start exploiting the resources was left to Manco who like many of the Kingdom wanted to start building stone houses and buildings, just like back in the empire, where magnificent palaces were made out of stone and walls higher than hills defended the cities of the empire, after all, stone was a sturdy, strong and workable material, back in the empire it was also one of the most common materials and it could be found almost everywhere.

Although Manco was unimpressed for the decision he proceded with his common efficient way to work and soon enough working shifts, caravans and building materials were gathered and ready to be used. If Amari Asto wanted a city of stone he would get a city of stone and in between tools and other things could be done.

[Chenzor]

Turn 6

The Map

NPCs (non-player civs) are put on the map the same way as your settlements, only they have black text with their color outlining it, while players have their color outlined by black.

The Lothelonni

@Polybius

Turn 6

The choice had been 15 trained elves-at-arms, who would be skilled in sword or spear, and all of them would also be trained in handling bows. That was the versatility of elven soldiers, they always handled a bow as well as their primary arm. As green as they were however, over the next few days and weeks the trainees became quite skilled. Still, there is no telling how good a soldier is in battle until he finds himself in one. Everyone hoped it wouldn't come to that, of course.

Next was the watch-towers. The builders and the elves-at-arms worked together to build and camouflage the towers at the locations that their superiors had marked out with help from their able scouts. However, the Lothelonni were no wood-elves, and while their constructions were sound some of their camouflage would prove to be lackluster. Some areas simply didn't have enough cover for them to work with, but it would be sufficient for now.

[Watch-towers are completed next turn. Will be marked on the map and will provide extra line-of-sight.]

While Celamon and his companion made their way back, they walked through a thick underbrush that blocked their view. They simply pushed their way through and came to a clearing and-- ...
They both drew their blades. Kato swallowed a lump in his throat. On the rock in front of them sat the very brute they had been following. He sat quite comfortably, seemingly having waited for them. Celamon could see, his eyes glinted with a sort of intelligence. Perhaps they weren't simple brutes after all, despite the smell of their camp. He was by no means clean as an elf...
The brute spoke a broken sort of common that the elves understood.
"You small worlings. You follow Brud to camp, but no seem bad. What small worlings want?"
It speaks. Celamon thought, but he wasn't all that surprised. After all, communication is one of the most fundamental pillars upon which a society is created, and he had clearly seen a society back at that smelly camp.

Seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours. The elves and the brute, who called himself "Brud" talked long and much about themselves. How much the elves told the giant exactly is up to you, but you learned that they weren't ogres but rather a "smaller-of-stature" kind of giant. Appearantly there are much much bigger giants somewhere in these lands, according to Brud, but he had never seen them. Only heard of them in stories.
Brud told them also that he did not want to fight or eat the elves, whom he called "Worlings" unless the elves told him otherwise. He also offered them the pelt of a "small" wolf that he had hunted and skinned. To him, it had been a small runt and he could not use the pelt for anything useful, but to the elves it was as large as a dire-wolf. They shuddered at the thought of what sort of giant beasts lurked in this forest, if Brud called this huge wolf-pelt a small runt.

At last, they returned home with their new information and their new pelt. They absolutely, really, desperately wanted a bath however...

Celamon and his companion will return home next turn with their findings.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 101 men, 103 women, 30 children.
Military: 15 elves-at-arms.
Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 4% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 4%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Iceborn

@Cyclone

Turn 6

Construction was the order of the day. With sufficient processing to be done at the mine and the smithing itself to be done back at home came another challange however. To transport the processed iron back to Dagshall. It wasn't that far off, the mountains were visable from Dagshall itself, but still having carts would be of no use without something to pull them. Until this issue was solved, laborers were using small hand-drawn carts all the way. They were a hard people, after all, but for how long would this solution be sufficient?

Meanwhile at the mountains, Dag had decided to release the supposed Skraeling, or Gilbin as the warriors and scouts had come to call the creature, seeing as it was the only word the little sod had spoken that was coherent. You gave it some food and water befitting it's stature, or size, and sent it on it's way. It hissed at you as it left but in the glimpse of his eye, Dag thought he could see a sparkle of gratitude.
On his way back home, Dag contemplated his decision. Was releasing the creature the right thing to do? Would his people suffer for it?
Almost as if on command, back at the mines, a warrior-gone-laborer named Torsark was hacking away at minerals, hammering away at stone, and at the moment was sitting on a rock drinking some water while he could rest his tired arms. The mine was lit up dimly by torches and makeshift lanterns, and suddenly he thought he could see something move in the corner of his eye. He grabbed the big maul used to crush stone and stood up in the narrow corridor. What was that? he thought. Another giblin-whatever skraeling?
He took a step forward into the dark, and as he did the very rock wall in front of him collapsed. The mine shook, the walls quaked and he could hear shouts from further up the mines. As stone fell from it's place in the rock, Dag could see light coming from the other side of the collapsed wall. At first, he thought he had just accidentally mined into a besiding mineshaft, but as his eyes and mind got used to the sight before him he realized how wrong he was. He could see dozens of eyes glowering at him from the other side, lit up by crude torches. He turned and ran up the mine, not in dishonor and cowardice but to warn his comrades. The giblins didn't follow him, however. Why, he didn't know, but he hadn't the time to wonder of it.

As soon as Dag got back home, a tired messenger ran up to him, having caught up from restless running. Dag was informed immediately of the situation. Had the miners dug into the giblins' homes?

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 134 men, 134 women, 44 children.
Livestock: A herd of goat.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Lumber, Iron, Honey (low quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Bonesnapper Tribe

@Chairman Stein
Edit: Player has dropped out. Civ will end next turn. Contacting others in queue.

Turn 5

[Post from last turn:]
With twenty orcs dead, one could almost say the orcs had experienced a loss. However they had succeeded in their effort to capture and eat a few longears, and therefore they went home without much of a decrease in morale. They had done their orcy thing, and now they were content. Nagrub and his band would return home next turn.

Meanwhile at home, the great mining-efforts underneath Iron Rock had yielded results. Iron, of course! Praise be the green gods, the name wasn't ironic after all! Although the entire hill wasn't made of iron, for now they'd have some iron to repair their tools and weapons with. And thanks to their appearant gift in building (although they had no idea how they managed, it just kinda came to them naturally) they managed to keep the hill from collapsing down on itself from the extensive mining into the earth. It was truly a feat to be seen, it was like a giant fortified quarry now, their great camp. The entire hillside was filled with cranes and braziers, and Wurtag's great spiky tent stood above it all, even greater than Nagrub's warlordy tent.

The orcs had no idea what struktur meant (structure), but they were sort of proud of their efforts. No fools from the mountains could get to them now, they thought!
[Iron resource added, settlement has been fortified.]
[Women removed from population. I mean, do orc women even exist? If they do, you can't really tell them apart. How the orcs repopulate nobody knows.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 248 adults, 40 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Iron
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +1% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Enthusiastic (Bonus for 2 more turns.)
Foreign relations:
- Children of Artemon: Hostile

The Maerinum

@Lady Selune

Turn 6

As the conscripted soldiers set sail toward the mainland with their general, Aemilina, she could tell their morale was average at best. None of them really wanted to go preemptively attack the orcs and risk dying, and they hadn't been given enough information to not worry, really.
The expedition landed off the coast north of the orc encampment, at a comfortable distance. A young man named Aurilius asked an audience with Aemilina, and was granted such after a short wait. He came into her tent with the look of but a simple scout, but he had a glint in his eye that Aemilina could not ignore, but neither could she put her finger on what it was. He was a handsome young man with smooth skin, a sharp jawline and a bridged nose. His eyes shone blue like the sea, and his hair was short and swirly. His armor was simple leather, and although decently made hadn't seen much use. He wore one of the typical swords of his people on his hip, and Aemilina guessed he was also accustomed to throwing javelins, to judge from his muscled arms and shoulders.
"I volunteer to scout out the orc encampment, general." is the first thing he said after having been bid enter and freed to speak. "The others feel restless, and no one really wants to go have a look at the orcs from the ferocity we heard rumors of. Well, if no one else wants to go, I will."
He was determined, able-bodied and sharp. He would make the ideal scout.
[Expedition location marked on map.]
[Expedition size: 10 Footmen, 80 Conscripts.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 134 men, 133 women, 42 children.
Military: 10 Footmen.
- Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Clay, Stone, Marble (small quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +1% from food level +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Antari

@Murtox

Turn 6

Despite locations marked upon a map for Amari Asto of where to possibly start lumber-, mining- and quarry-operations was available, the King cried out for infrastructure. He and many other of the social elite missed the look and feel of the stone that they had constructed their old cities with. The stone that was still plentiful in this land, or so they thought. (Most of them weren't experts of geology).

Initially unimpressed, Manco would do nothing else than to satisfy the wishes of his king. The people deserved their improved infrastructure after all.
Soon enough indeed, working shifts, caravans and building materials were gathered and ready to be used. The most important building they would need for this project would be the stone quarry.
[You may choose to establish a mine, a quarry or a lumbermill first, second and third. This will take one turn respectively to establish unless another action is specified.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 132 men, 131 women, 40 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Stone, lumber, copper (pending).
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +10% from food level, +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Serpetist Tribe

@LordZell No post found. Player's civilization is standing still until player returns. Automatic dropout in 2 turns.

Turn 4

From last turn:Lirsk was ambitious and shrewd, but also a bit ... green, so to speak. He had noticed Vosk's displeasure at the High Priest's way of handling things, and despite the promise made to Vosk, Lirsk started to doubt.
He came to Vosk late one evening to talk to him of military affairs, using the excuse that he wanted to hear from Vosk's great knowledge and experience to become a better First Scout. For hours they talked, and finally Lirsk felt he had gained Vosk's trust. He finally executed his plan.
"We should do as you say, Vosk." says Lirsk. "We should set out and find foes to subjugate and conquer. Who needs to craft tools when we can claim what we need from the lesser beings of this land? My scouts say they found a pass in the mountains to the east, I'm sure it leads somewhere."
But would Vosk agree or would he stay faithful to his liege and High Priest?

Meanwhile, the laborers and prospectors hadn't been idle. The very same scouts that had informed Lirsk of the pass to the east had also aided in the prospecting of the mountain for resources. Indeed they had found stone that they could quarry, and some copper ore had been evident once venture further into the mountains had occured, yet iron seemed to elude them. Though they had spotted large natural caves further up the cliffs, perhaps iron was to be found in there? Alternatively, should the already found resources of copper and stone be mined first, before seeking the iron?
Construction of temple: 15% completion. You may choose to continue construction in hopes of finishing the temple sooner but it may take a toll on your morale.

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 133 men, 131 women, 38 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% 0% from food level,+0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Children of Artemon

@Pirate

Turn 6

The elves drudged on, deeper into the forest. The grass started to grow taller, the bushes became trees, the trees became giants, the rocks became boulders, the boulders became cliffs, the cliffs became mountains. Everything here was larger, a giant version of itself, awe-inspiring and fear-striking at the same time. The other night, the entire hunter group had felled a huge boar, a beast unlike any ever seen, by tricking it to charge into a rock-wall and knocking itself out. It was as big as ten men, and would feed them well on their journey.
However, they were starting to lose their bearing. The sun was increasingly distant here, blocked by giant trees and leaves. The air felt as if it was being locked in by the massive trunks and branches. It was heavy, and during the nights a mist rolled in, getting thicker each night the further into the forests they went. It was starting to get hard on them. Some elves were going mad, claiming to see red eyes in the distance. Everyone looked over their shoulders constantly. It was nerve-wrecking.

Suddenly one night, the elves awoke to song. It was all around them, a beautiful and terrible tune of elven voices whispering dark things and wonderful things all at once. It was a thousand voices and one, it came from everywhere and nowhere, from the ground, the trees, the air. And then the eyes appeared. Some were in the trees, most were simply in the distance. They were red or purple, gleaming like the Celebrimborians' own white or yellow.
Dark elves. whispered one of you. Drows. hissed another.
They walked out from the brushes and mist, white and black hair gleaming and flowing, purple and red eyes glistening. Still singing, they grew closer and embraced their cousins. The next thing the children of Artemon knew, they woke up on the outskirts of the forests' northern borders unharmed. Rested. At ease. Had it all just been a dream...?

A) Establish new settlement
B) Travel further
C) End

(Option C means the elves of Celebrimbor are lost to the lands and you may start again with a new civ.)

Population: 89 men, 92 women, 26 children.
Military: 7 Elf-at-Arms. Militia able to be conscripted up to 20% of adult population.
Food level: Below average
Resources: None
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: 0%
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- Bonesnapper Tribe: Hated

Clan Oreborn

@Kangutso

Turn 3

As industrious as dwarves are, they never waste no time when at work. The lands they were in were ripe and rich, and vegetables of many kinds could be found growing in the wild together with some citrus fruit from trees, and many types of flowers adorned cliffs, trees, bushes or fields. The uneven terrain made it less farmable and less suited for large crop-rotations, but for now the vegetables and fruits could be enough.

Echadon and his band journeys up the mountains and out into the lands.
[Prospecting results yield next turn.]
[Food level will settle on average next turn.]

As discussions among the elder and nobility spark up to make Arngir King, one of the elder dwarves speak up. His name was Delvar and he was among the oldest, his beard so long it scraped the floor. He stood up with the help of his cane and his aide. He was the last of his bloodline, however. The last of his family branch.
"Arngir has indeed shown promise as a leader, and perhaps he is indeed of the makings of kings." he started, and paused for longer than the others thought was socially comfortable before continuing. "I propose however that we test him first, to see if his resolve is as strong as we believe. One should not be proclaimed king before he has proven himself to be capable as such."

And so Delvar proposed that Arngir be given a set of tests to see if he is fit to be named King. All without Arngir knowing he is being tested, of course.
Of course the vote was up to the council ((which means it's completely up to you as a player)) but Delvar suggested that first, Arngir be tested in matters of law and order. As it happens, a young dwarfling had been caught trying to force himself upon a dwarven girl of a prominent family, and the family demanded blood for his insult to their kin and honor, while the dwarfling and his own family pleaded for mercy as they believe the girl to be exhagerating, and according to the boy, she had been leading him on all night.
Delvar suggested the issue be taken up with Arngir, and ask him for his input or opinion of how the matter should be settled for both families. This way, they would test his resolve as a leader. If the council of elders approved, Delvar of course had other suggestions in mind to test Arngir, but for now the decision was up to the council.
Would they test Arngir, despite having much faith in him already?

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 119 men, 117 women, 34 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Below average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% -1% from food level, +0% from morale = 4%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

[Cyclone]

The Iceborn

---

X) Raise Army

As Dag made his way back to the settlement, he realized that their current method of hauling the iron to the blacksmith in Dagshall was proving to be difficult. In fact, it was the only limiting factor. The miners could dig up entire boulders of ore and have it processed quickly enough, but there was only so much iron that a cart could carry and only so fast that a tribesman could pull the cart. So when Dag arrived with one of the first deliveries of iron, the shipment wasn't the great surplus that the tribe had been imagining.

Still, there was enough for the smiths to begin crafting some new weapons and tools and so they got started with what iron they had. In the future they might look into finding a better method of transporting materials, but for now the carts were enough.

It was not long after the smiths finished the first of the new axes and knives that a man ran into Dagshall bearing news of how the miners had discovered an entire cavern full of giblins. The man had left immediately after; for all they knew, the giblins were attacking the mine even now.

Without hesitation, Dag demanded that everyone capable of holding lifting an axe assemble themselves into an army. The freshly forged axes and blades were swiftly grabbed, and after that the various levied warriors found other weapons. Old blunted axes that they had brought from the Fatherland, fishing harpoons, and hunting bows were all to be seen. They made do with what was available. Dag led them all at a quick march towards the mine. On the way he had little to do other than to steel himself for the worst. Still, there was some hope. The miners had not been entirely unarmed or defenseless, so an outright massacre was unlikely.

Iceborn

-Dag has some new weapons and tools created from the first shipments of iron.
-The cart system is being kept for now.
-When he hears about the miners striking a cavern full of giblins, he mobilizes the tribe and marches to the mines with an army of everyone that can fight.

[Pirate]

The Children of Artemon

B) The elves awoke at peace. At peace, yet confused. The events in the forest felt as though they were merely a vivid dream, perhaps the product of some faintness or sickness. But it quickly became apparent that they had all had the same experience. What to make of it no one was sure of, but there was wide sense of relief. They had put the forest behind them, the orcs now felt like a distant threat and for the first time since their arrival on the continent they met a race of people that was not entirely savage. It might be said that they were rather rudely spirited away but in truth they were thankful that the dark elves or whatever spirit possessed the forest had spared them and carried them safely further on their way to their unknown destination.

It was decided that they would stop and rest for a while. The journey had been arduous and harrowing and now they had the opportunity to experience a bit of calm. But it was clear to them that they could not stay. They had been thrown out of the forest without a word and it seemed a safe bet that if they valued their lives they should not attempt to exploit it. So for now the weary, young, old, wounded, anyone who could use the time would have a moment of rest, while those of youthful vitality would go north and west to forage and hunt and perhaps find where they should go next.

Once they were rested, their journey had to continue.

My Hider

More walking north/west

[Lady Selune]

Aemillia listened to the young man and nodded to what he said. "If the orks catch you, the divines themselves will not be able to bring you back home safe. May the mother protect you, the wanderer guide your steps and the warrior your blade. I certainly hope we will see you again Aurillius." She nodded and gae a curt salute, one hand over her breast, watching as he left.

Meanwhile, back home, prospecting was under way. On the island, surveyors poked and prodded, but now that boats were streaming across the passage, the mainland had become a focus too. Tents had been set up here and there, the scraping of shovels and clang of picks as stone was excavated for identification. Without iron, there would be no industry, and without industry the Maerinum could not thrive again.

Maxim sighed. He had hardly been a young man when they had made the crossing, and now his age was catching up to him. The sea air helped, as did his regular training, but he needed to impose himself as emperor soon, to mark his legacy. An emperor needed a temple to be crowned in, and so they would need a holy place for the divines to inhabit. This would be his greatest work.

[Murtox]

The Antari People

F) Improve resources

As Amari Asto noticed that he forgot about something quite important indeed , he quickly called for Manco and told him to start building the Quarry the prospectors had talked about, he also said sorry to Manco for not listening before and so all was set, it was time to get that Quarry going so that his new kingdonm would have the stone needed to build the palaces and monuments that Amari Asto desired to have here , although it may take quite a while to get to that point.

[Kangutso]

Clan Oreborn

From Pride in farming, to Judgement, what a day.

Arngir looked out at the new farms being made, they had been fortunate enough to gather several vegetable crops such as cabbage and corn, as well as some fruits born of trees, like the humble apple. While the terrain limited the size and methods, they would be able to make do with what they could for some time yet. Besides, when the time came, they could move the farms further down river where the terrain would be capable of supporting large rotation crops.

It was as he looked out over the farms that a few elders, Delvar among them, "Arngir, there is a matter that we seek your opinion on. Would you give us one?" Arngir gave the elder a sideways glance, wy would they want such a thing from him? "Yes elder, if you wish it."

It was then that Arngir was told about a dispute between families. There was no hiding his being perturbed by the fact that a family in the clan thought themselves higher than any others, since they were all slaves before they came here. He suggested the elders to make note of that, as it was not a good sign of what kind of people that family could become. As for the dispute itself... Arngir proposed that since they only had either family's word on the matter, and no third party witnesses, the dwarfling would be punished by being made to complete tough or menial tasks throughout the settlement for others. Under supervision, of course, preferably from one of the younger elders.

Summary

Nothing much happens. Arngir is proud of the farms they are able to make. And he gives his thoughts on a dispute between 2 dwarf families. The offending dwarf of punished by being given task to do throughout the settlement while being watched by and elder.

[Chenzor]

Turn 7

The Map

An inactivity purge has taken immediate effect. 3 people have been dropped. If you've been dropped but feel like you weren't given enough time or notice, let me know and we'll figure something out. Hopefully.

The Lothelonni

@Polybius
Player was dropped due to inactivity.

The Iceborn

@Cyclone

Turn 7

One-hundred-and-fifty men and women took up arms, many of them with newly crafted iron axes and swords, and headed out to the mine. They all had expected this, since day one of meeting that strange black little creature. Dag led them himself, and although they weren't the most organized small army ever seen, they were more than disciplined enough to march together and in a well-formed line.
It took them a while, but as Dag arrived at the mine with the first column, he met the miners at the entrence. As the rest of the warriors arrived behind him, Dag spoke with the foreman who told him something strange.
The giblins hadn't attacked them. Or hurt anyone. They just seemed to protect their side of the tunnels. They didn't venture into the iceborn's mine, they just stayed on the other side, watching, waiting. None of them had dared come up to the surface. If they were afraid, the foreman couldn't say. They didn't seem to be. They could easily overrun the miners with their sheer numbers from what he had heard.

No one was hurt and now Dag stood with his army outside the mine waiting. What were they to do? Attack preemptively? Request a parley? Send in scouts? Dag overheard one of his warriors say something about this being a "very strange standoff". Their morale wasn't any lower for it, they were just confused.

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 142 men, 141 women, 47 children.
Livestock: A herd of goat.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 60% of adult population.
Food level: Above Average
Resources: Lumber, Iron, Honey (low quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +1% from food level, +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Maerinum

@Lady Selune

Turn 7

After a few days of scouting, Aurilius returned. He was bruised and spent from the effort but safe and unharmed. He gleamed with pride in his own accomplishment, but Aemilina could see something else in his eyes. Fear.
His report unfortunately confirmed Aemilina's deepest concern.
"General, ma'am, the orcs are beyond counting. Their society is that of a brute and savage warrior-society and from the size of their massive village I estimate their numbers must be at least two thousand. Who knows how many of them may take up arms in face of conflict. We have perhaps a hundred men and women armed and ready, but not enough to fight such a massive force. The fishers that were attacked by the coast must have been tricked by the size and small group that shot at them with arrows, for I saw that their small dock is but a few leagues away from the main village... Attacking them would end in a bloodbath. They... Seem to be cannibalistic, as well. I saw them eat a green-skinned orc on the outskirts of the village. They roasted him over a firepit and ate his limbs like pork-clubs." Aurilius shuddered as he recalled the event.

The outcome was clear. An attack upon the orc village would mean their death. Their settlement was ten times the size of New Matem.
Still, what would General Aemilina do? Take her soldiers home, or journey elsewhere? It'd only be a matter of time before the savage orcs found them.

[Expedition size: 10 Footmen, 80 Conscripts.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 144 men, 139 women, 45 children.
Military:

Available: 10 Footmen.
Currently raised: 10 Footmen, 80 conscripts.

- Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Clay, Stone, Marble (small quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +1% from food level +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- Unnamed Redskin-Orc Village: Hostile

The Antari

@Murtox

Turn 7

Quite easily, the quarry was set up and was operational in no-time. The laborers and quarry workers had already been getting ready and as their tools and resources needed had been stockpiled, almost as soon as Amari Asto had ordered the construction, it had been completed. Manco was quite happy with his workforce and felt pride in the credit he took in it's accomplishment.
Next, there was the mine and lumbermill to be built.
[You may choose to establish a mine or a lumbermill as second and third workorders. This will take one turn respectively to establish unless another action is specified.]
Additionally, another scout has returned with the news that they spotted lizard-like humanoid creatures to the west, on the other side of the mountains. They seemed savage and had chased him off when they spotted him. He said he was lucky to be alive. Nobody else among the nobles had been informed of this yet, and it would surely concern them when they got the news. Perhaps, Amari Asto thought, it is best to deal with this sooner than later?

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 140 men, 139 women, 42 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Stone, lumber, copper (pending).
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +10% from food level, +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Serpetist Tribe

Player was dropped due to inactivity.

The Children of Artemon

@Pirate

Turn 7

Eventually, the elves came upon a river. It wasn't the broadest they had ever seen, but this particular area was steep and so the river was raging in such a way that made their crossing to the west impossible. Further north-west was another river, broader but calmer. Perhaps they could attempt a crossing there, or journey elsewhere.
The lands around here was back to regular size compared to the lands in and around the dark woods they had just been spirited out from.

An elven mother had been discovered dead, hanged by a tree in the morning. Her child had died of illness acquired shortly after their visit in the woods, and she had killed herself in grief. Her husband and eldest son had died in the battle with the orcs.

Will she be given a proper burial?
Where will the elves go next? What will they do?

A) Establish new settlement
B) Travel further
C) End

(Option C means the elves of Celebrimbor are lost to the lands and you may start again with a new civ.)

Population: 89 men, 91 women, 25 children.
Military: 7 Elf-at-Arms. Militia able to be conscripted up to 20% of adult population.
Food level: Low
Resources: None
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: 0%
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- Bonesnapper Tribe: Hated

Clan Oreborn

@Kangutso

Turn 4

Arngir gives the elders his input, and they listen closely. Finally they nod, thank Arngir for his advice and return to their hall to discuss the matter further. The next morning, that very sentence was passed upon the young dwarf. The offender's family wasn't happy, but at least it wasn't a death-sentence. The young girl's family was mildly satisfied with the sentence as they had also been schooled in what it means for them to think themselves prominent compared to other families. They focus their efforts on getting the girl through her trauma instead than cry for blood.

Echadon and his band of prospectors had journeyed for days around the mountains that they were capable of climbing. Echadon being one of the few of goldbeard descent, he had higher ambitions than his band, but it soon became clear that their ambitions would be met indeed. As soon as they had arrived at where the river disappears up the mountains, they saw gleaming in the river. Very small gold corns littered the shallows and edges of the mighty river. Cheering, the band had continued up the mountains. The next few days they spent exploring the smaller mountains around the larger chain, and one of them had a small cave, or perhaps just a sort of enclave or indent seeing as it wasn't very deep. There, they had found that the indent had actually been a cave that had collapsed, and they found broken copperveins among the rubble.

It was the third smaller mountain they explored that surprised them the most, however. They had rounded a corner and found a perfect graveled path wind up the mountain. It didn't look artificial but it didn't look entirely natural either. After a short discussion, Echadon decided they would venture up the path. Halfway up the mountain, they came across two hulking furred creatures, standing in disciplined guard in front of them, blocking their ascent. As they had gasped from the surprise, two more had stepped out behind them to block their exit.
They looked like giant humanoid bears, with leather armor, spear and shield in hand. They stared the dwarves down, as a fifth senior-looking kinsman of their came from up the path. The two guardsmen parted to let him through, and he stood in front of the dwarves, crouched to reach their height (well, he was all too large but he did his best) at a comfortable distance and stood there silently for a moment.
Their fur was brown mostly, but the one who seemed like their leader had a few strands of gray around his face. His eyes spoke of his wisdom and venerability, and his slow and gentle movements told Echadon that he was friendly. Or, somewhat.
The bear-man spoke in a gruff, deep and hoarse voice as befit his appearance. "I've never seen such small, bearded humans. Perhaps you are not humans?" it said. Echadon was speachless, he didn't expect that to be the first thing to hear the beast say. "If not humans, what then? Perhaps you don't speak the common language? Is that why you are silent? No, you look surprised. You understand what I'm saying, don't you."
Some of Echadon's dwarves whispered something sharp to each other in dwarven behind him. Clearing his throat, he finally managed to speak.

Two days later, Echadon returns home and tells Arngir and the elders of his findings. First of the gold, and the copper, but then about the conversation he had with Oras, the great bear-man. Oras had explained that they would like their part of the mountain to be theirs, and as they are a reclusive but peaceful people would appreciate if the dwarves stayed away. To be helpful, he marked their mountain on Echadon's crude map but would not tell him how many they were or if they existed elsewhere. In return, Echadon had told them they were dwarves and had, in honor and return for Oras' help, marked the dwarven settlement on Oras' map.
Echadon tells Arngir and the elders that the bear-men call them selves Ursar, and had once long ago come to these lands escaping a human kingdom who had enslaved them and forced them into labor. Which is why they spoke common.
He also tells them of the giant size of the Ursar and their discipline and weaponry. Avoiding them would probably be best, but the two other mountains that he had prospected was ripe for the taking. The copper was nice but who could say no to a gold mine?!

The Ursar

In other news, the elders are still figuring out what to be Arngir's next test.

[Copper and gold marked on map.]
[You have met the Ursar civilization. They are marked on the map.]

A) Improve food
B) Improve military technology
C) Improve infrastructure
D) Improve culture
E) Explore
F) Improve resources/technology
G) Prospect the land
H) Expand military
I) Take diplomatic action
X) Other

Population: 126 men, 123 women, 35 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

[Bright_Ops]

The Orc Grave Swamp Enclave

To most, the rotting stench that laced the air of the swamp would have been more then enough to drive away the person doing the smelling; To Gredy, it smelt of freedom.

For what had to be the first time in years, he woke up without shouting and kicks from some orcish task master in a makeshift hammock that hung above the muddy ground below; When the plan had come together to flee into the night to escape into the swamp, there had been some debate on what to use as bedding. Some of the other goblins had suggested trying to bring bedrolls and such, but Gredy had quickly put his foot down on the idea. Considering that they were going to be fleeing into a swamp were ground and water had a much more interesting relationship then in most other areas, Gredy had argued for the importance of sleeping off of the ground. Thus when they had fled into the night, they took a fair few fishing nets with them.

Rolling out of the hammock and placing his feet on the relatively solid ground that he had pitched as his for the time being, he looked around at the various little camps that had sprung up around the area. Considering the nature of the ground that they were on, camps tended to be based around what few areas of high ground that could be found since they were relatively solid and you were less likely to sink into the ground and drown in your sleep.

That... needed to change.

A settlement here wouldn't work if there wasn't somewhere safe and dry off the ground to store food. At the moment any supplies that were gathered would need to be used right away or the risk of losing them to the swamp was too great! It had taken some discussion, but the idea that was decided upon was simple enough; They needed to make a proper foundation that was raised up and above the swampy ground in order to give them a safe place to not only build their homes, but also to store supplies and food...

But before they could do -that-, they needed to know what resources that they had to work with so that they could properly build the best foundations that they could under the circumstances. With his head held high, Gredy stalked his way through the shadows of the swamp in order to find out what was out there.

Summery

The goblins are scouting out their new home in order to find out what kind of resources that they have access too in order to build their new lives around, ranging from trade goods, materials to build with and local sources of food.

[Pyromaniacwolf]

The Lycan Covenant

The icy wind blew across the plains, it was cold no doubt, but for many lycans, this was the warmest weather they had ever experienced. Fires were only been build by many purely out of habit and the expectation of lower temperatures. The continent the race hailed from (referred to as Lycholme by most ) was truly freezing, with nights lasting longer than weeks in many cases and little plant life growing there. But they had endured. Just as they would endure any challenge this new land could conjure.

The leaders of each tribe stood in a hastily erected tent,made of the sails of their old ship. The rest of it would likely be used for construction later. Vlath stood in front of the other 3 chieftains, inspecting them for a moment before he began to speak "We have made it to our new home. We must first examine the area we have found ourselves in before any other work takes place" The Shadowclaw turned to Mex "I want your scouts to identify any wildlife or resources that we may use. Do not kill the wildlife, I have plans for them." The lycan nodded, Mex was not as large or experienced as the other chieftains but she would complete her task, she was loyal to her race and had been the first tribe to join the Shadowclaws when their uniting of the race began.
Next Vlath turned to Basir "Inspect the mountain to our north, I want any minerals of value identified so they may be mined soon." The lycan gave a bow to Vlath "As you wish, Voidcaller."
As the other two departed to carry out the High Voidcallers will, Grash spoke "What would you have me do, Vlath?" He spoke with submission in his voice, although Vlath could still feel the anger in it. The Bloodfangs had been the least compliant with his plans, it had taken many years to secure their service. Vlath replied in the same neutral tone he had spoke to the previous chieftains with "All I require from you Bloodfang, is to keep our people in check. You and your warriors are to prevent in-fighting among the tribes. Any lycan who kills another will be offered as a sacrifice to amend for their crime" Grash sighed slightly before bowing "As you wish. High Voidcaller" he said before exiting the tent.

Summary

Lycan hunters and miners are searching the area for suitable resources and potential livestock.

[Cyclone]

The Iceborn

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I) Iceborn Diplomacy

This situation called for the Iceborn's manner of diplomacy: storming the mines. It was clear that these strange creatures were no more than beasts, and so their presence could not be tolerated. The mine had to be cleared out of their kind before it could resume operations.

Though Dag was no coward, he was also no fool. "They might have prepared a trap," he declared, "so who stands brave enough to go forward ahead of the rest?"

There were a few volunteers: two old men who no longer feared death (and in fact, probably desired a death in battle) and one youth heroic perhaps to the point of stupidity. Those three would be the first to charge down the mine and into any trap or ambush, so Dag praised them and prayed to the gods and ancestors to protect them.

Those three ran eagerly down the mine's tunnel, then the rest of the army followed after with Dag at their head. They formed a tight shieldwall and walked somewhat slowly because of it, but in these tight quarters a shieldwall would offer them good protection.

Dag's orders had been clear: any giblin that carried a weapon or fought would be slaughtered. The rest were to be taken prisoner, and those that struggled would of course be beaten into submission.

Iceborn

-Dag decides for a preemptive attack. Three soldiers go down a bit ahead of the rest in hopes of triggering any traps or discovering any ambush.
-Dag and the rest of the 150 soldiers formed a shieldwall and are following the first three.
-The goblins that fight are to be killed, with the rest enslaved.
-Still waiting on whether Sverker and the drunks found success with their meadery and honey stuffs.

[Lady Selune]

The general considered carefully what her next move would be. Attacking the main settlement would be a hopeless endevour, but the port... Their force could easily destroy that and show the orks that they were not the first peoples on this land, and were not safe from the might of Matem. With efficiency they packed up the camp they had been staying in and marched, the distance not far. They would not attack yet, she had an idea, and summoning a piece of parchment one night she wrote a message, folding it neatly away and sending it back with one of the supply ships.

Dear Father.

I hope this letter finds you well and blessed by the divines. We have discovered that whilst the main Ork town is unassailable with our current forces, we can raze the port that was responsible for the attacks on our fishing vessel. I beg of you, since I know that the Galleys must be finished by now, to send the boats, and some more conscripts, to attack the port from one side whilst we attack from the other, slaughtering the forces there.

May the divines watch over you for as long as the weaver allows.

Your daughter

Maxim crumpled the letter up and tossed it in the fire, before turning to the senate.

"It seems that they are too well fortified for us to attack them head on. We will send a galley to deal with the port, however this will not stand. Send surveyors to find iron, and Mannerlicher." He turned to the foreigner, a supposedly prodigious engineer, "you will, when we find iron, start to make us the war machines we need. Ballisti in particular." The forigner nodded as Maxim left.

The emperor thought to himself. They needed to find iron fast, and he needed a personal guard. There had been an attempt on his life, so it seemed he would need his own praetorian guard.

"We are the best, the bravest, the strongest. The Warrior has blessed us and the Smith protects us, and with our lives we ensure the Emperor may never lose his."- The Maxim of the Praetorian.