Granted, but the U.S. collapses and suddenly money is worth nothing.
I wish I were as cool as He Man.
Ninja'd. Moving on.
I wish I were as cool as He Man.
Ninja'd. Moving on.
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If you feel you'll have time in the future, I'd be happy to wait as well. But I'm guessing you're not seeing more time becoming available in the foreseeable future?
Either way, real life always takes precedence. I hope everything works out.
Either way, real life always takes precedence. I hope everything works out.
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Alrighty, we start now! :D
Fair enough. You'll have to wait for my finished CS until tomorrow morning, probably, but I DID get a chance to work on it. I'm still chewing on how to approach the technological aspect of the nation presently, but a lot of what I haven't finished I know exactly how I want to approach.
So, my normal board game / Tabletop RPG night is NOT happening tomorrow... which stinks for me, but means I have more time to focus on RPing online. Expect me to get busy tomorrow. If everyone's posted and picked actions by tomorrow night, I'll move things forward.
Granted. You get this urge to take the source of the smell and drop it off in front of the police station. That was probably a bad idea.
I wish for pimples to suddenly grow inside my friend's nose because he's a fat jerk.
I wish for pimples to suddenly grow inside my friend's nose because he's a fat jerk.
There's a simple saying that most folk know and practice: "Don't poke the bear." Some people, however, just can't repress the urge.
Two sailors crashed through the window of the Saucy Mermaid, rolling about the streets in a tangled, bloody mess. One groaned, and the other popped his nose back into his place with a cry. A passing guardsman decided to investigate, and he boldly stepped up to the door with his sword in hand, ready to stop the commotion inside and return law and order to the tavern.
That brave guardsman decided there were more pressing crimes to be dealt with when he saw a giant of a man snap a table in half over his knee.
It didn't take Bjorn long to finish the fight the sailors had started. He swung the two parts of the table about like a pair of shields, knocking the other drunks in the bar to the floor. The other patrons decided to give the Skaeling his space as he grabbed the last offender as he tried to flee and began squeezing him from behind with his tree trunk arms. Finally, just as the sailor thought it was all over, Bjorn simply tossed him onto the floor.
There was silence in the Mermaid. Two tables were wrecked, several chairs were scattered, bottles were broken, and one of the kegs was spewing its contents out onto the floor. Someone coughed. It was a huge mess.
The tavern keeper cleared his throat, stroking his hand through his scraggly beard. "So," he began slowly, "what bastard will be paying for the damages?"
"They will," Bjorn said with a grin, wiping blood off his face. One of the sailors had scratched him with a broken bottle. "They're in no position to argue," he observed, peering down at the men on the ground. They'd live, but their groans and moans were the sort you'd expect from someone in an infirmary. The mercenary knelt on down and cut the coinpurse of the fattest man (who, sure enough, had the fattest pouch of coins). After weighing it in his hands for a few moments, he tossed it over at the tavern keeper. The gray-haired man caught it, removed one of the coins, bit it, and gave Bjorn a satisfied nod.
"Now," said the old man with a raised eyebrow, "I'll ask you to leave. I'll be askin' everyone to leave," he added, waving his hand at the remaining patrons. "I've got a mess to clean."
Bjorn wouldn't argue with that. He left.
The Skaeling mercenary made his way past the market and toward the inn he was staying at. The merchants in the city were all very busy shouting to passersby and trying to cut into each others' business. In fact, Bjorn could have sworn he saw one merchant sneak over to another's stall, steal his fruits, then start hawking them as his own. It was... funny.
But what caught Bjorn's eye was a piece of parchment nailed to a jobs board. There was an offer of food and money just to visit some rich man's castle. All-in-all, it struck Bjorn as rather telling that nobody had snatched the paper up...
Chances were good it involved something more dangerous than it seemed to, probably a job pitch. Bjorn decided the risk made the little get together worth attending.
The Norse warrior noted the instructions, memorized them, and then made his way to the inn to gather his things. He was going to have a long walk ahead of him. It almost made him wish he had a horse.
Two sailors crashed through the window of the Saucy Mermaid, rolling about the streets in a tangled, bloody mess. One groaned, and the other popped his nose back into his place with a cry. A passing guardsman decided to investigate, and he boldly stepped up to the door with his sword in hand, ready to stop the commotion inside and return law and order to the tavern.
That brave guardsman decided there were more pressing crimes to be dealt with when he saw a giant of a man snap a table in half over his knee.
It didn't take Bjorn long to finish the fight the sailors had started. He swung the two parts of the table about like a pair of shields, knocking the other drunks in the bar to the floor. The other patrons decided to give the Skaeling his space as he grabbed the last offender as he tried to flee and began squeezing him from behind with his tree trunk arms. Finally, just as the sailor thought it was all over, Bjorn simply tossed him onto the floor.
There was silence in the Mermaid. Two tables were wrecked, several chairs were scattered, bottles were broken, and one of the kegs was spewing its contents out onto the floor. Someone coughed. It was a huge mess.
The tavern keeper cleared his throat, stroking his hand through his scraggly beard. "So," he began slowly, "what bastard will be paying for the damages?"
"They will," Bjorn said with a grin, wiping blood off his face. One of the sailors had scratched him with a broken bottle. "They're in no position to argue," he observed, peering down at the men on the ground. They'd live, but their groans and moans were the sort you'd expect from someone in an infirmary. The mercenary knelt on down and cut the coinpurse of the fattest man (who, sure enough, had the fattest pouch of coins). After weighing it in his hands for a few moments, he tossed it over at the tavern keeper. The gray-haired man caught it, removed one of the coins, bit it, and gave Bjorn a satisfied nod.
"Now," said the old man with a raised eyebrow, "I'll ask you to leave. I'll be askin' everyone to leave," he added, waving his hand at the remaining patrons. "I've got a mess to clean."
Bjorn wouldn't argue with that. He left.
The Skaeling mercenary made his way past the market and toward the inn he was staying at. The merchants in the city were all very busy shouting to passersby and trying to cut into each others' business. In fact, Bjorn could have sworn he saw one merchant sneak over to another's stall, steal his fruits, then start hawking them as his own. It was... funny.
But what caught Bjorn's eye was a piece of parchment nailed to a jobs board. There was an offer of food and money just to visit some rich man's castle. All-in-all, it struck Bjorn as rather telling that nobody had snatched the paper up...
Chances were good it involved something more dangerous than it seemed to, probably a job pitch. Bjorn decided the risk made the little get together worth attending.
The Norse warrior noted the instructions, memorized them, and then made his way to the inn to gather his things. He was going to have a long walk ahead of him. It almost made him wish he had a horse.
@Shorticus Great! Then Dunlad would like to make a sacrifice to Luigibad this turn in the hopes of making sure this first harvest in Hidden Valley is a good one.
Sure thing. Now, note: asking for a good harvest is actually kind of broad. It's not dealing with one specific aspect of the harvest, but with the harvest as a whole. However...
I will give you guys a list of revealed mysteries ASAP. I'll go ahead and make sure you guys have Lugibaid's Good Soil blessing which just means that your soil is blessed with greater fertility. You still needs to dedicate enough farmers and bad events can still harm your efforts. Etc. Dunlad can be invoking that blessing.
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How do sacrifices work, by the way? For instance, if Dunlad were to decide to sacrifice a few heads of cattle to Luigibaid to better our chances, would that work out?
...I knew I forgot something.
Just like in KoDP, there are blessings each god can provide. I'll make a list of them later. However, each god can ALSO provide more specific help if there's something you want done and sacrifice for it. So, sacrificing to Lugibaid to protect your crops from parasites would work, especially in light of a parasite-focused event. Some deities would be really flexible with this; for instance, you could sacrifice to Yvene to get her to speak with the water deities and maybe get them to stop the rains from pouring down as heavily. Etc.
One or the other. I'll say... South Africa. It's RIGHT THERE, and it'd provide more contention with the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Since we're still doing land claims...
I'm REALLY tempted to ask for EITHER A) a bit more of India or B) more of South Africa. Given my nation's size, would that be too much?
Also, in light of the sheet I'm working on, would you change the name from the Malagasy Empire to Malagasy Enterprises? (Yes, this is a corporate empire now.)
I'm REALLY tempted to ask for EITHER A) a bit more of India or B) more of South Africa. Given my nation's size, would that be too much?
Also, in light of the sheet I'm working on, would you change the name from the Malagasy Empire to Malagasy Enterprises? (Yes, this is a corporate empire now.)
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