Voltus_Ventus

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

Not trying to belittle Chenzor or anything, but the way I'd go about doing it is in the Notes section of my phone, literally no chance of crashing and a simple copy-paste onto the web. I would have established a coding template, coding for blank hiders and the actions that you can do (A-X) then fill each template.

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The chirp of a nearby grasshopper woke him from his nap, Vis yawned, opening up his maw and stretching the scar on the side of his face. Vis looked up at the sky and the sun's light was al but gone, only a few slivers of purple left, 'not long left till the stars come out.' he thought to himself as he got to work, picking each armored section form the pile and cleaning it. Vis found out that the inside of his armor was as dirty as the outside, it was covered in grime, dust and dirt plastered onto the leather by his sweat. Vis scraped this off with a stone and cleaned off the dried blood that was caked on some the pieces. He would have to get some of the segments repaired, one had a hole from the arrow and another had a long gash in it from where he was sliced by the raider's sword.

Once done, and after he caught some of the small catfish that swam at the bottom of the pond, Vis slipped on his under clothes and decided to hold out on the armor as it dried. His under clothes consisted of a white tunic and black trousers, simple enough for it's simple purpose, to stop chafing. Vis strolled through the forest back to the camp, a bunch of fish impaled on a stick in his hand.

Up in the tree, Khat was having a nightmare, her nose was filled with the pungent oder of blood and outside of her dark crate she heard laughter. The crate opened, but instead of finding the bewildered Blue-Green eyes of Vis, she looked into the malicious grin of a raider, he reached for her throat and she screamed. Khat sat bolt upright, waking with a whimper that she quickly stifled, during her sleep she had soaked herself in a cold sweat and her pale face was even paler. She undid her head wrap and her cascading hair fell from it, matted with sweat, she climbed down.

"I need a drink." she mumbled as she passed the gnome and the floaty lady, more to herself then to them.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

I apologize for my inadequacy.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

@Chenzor I do all my posts on my phone!

Our Dark Star

Stuck. Forgot to sub!

Who Wants To Go On An Adventure!!! (FULL)

'Hoisted the witch none-too gently'
Excuse me! Even if you think she's a which, that is not how you should treat a lady!
*lectures the Paladin on what Chivlary demands of a man*

@Kimiyosis

Chivalry is the rules of combat a medieval would have followed, it stated little about manners and such.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

D) Improve Culture

The sun rose over the village and the crows came to roost in the new orange orchard, overnight one of the old men of the community passed away, succumbing to old age and dying surrounded by family. Death was a sad occasion, everyone knew it was but for some manner of mass amnesia, no one knew what to do with the dead body, so they turned to Voltus for an answer. 

Voltus was asleep in his tent, having only just returned from a patrol, when he heard the breeze outside as his tent flap opened. Sitting up, he saw one of his subjects with a fan of hair on his head give a small bow before speaking, "My liege, your advice is needed in matter of importance?"

"What kind of matter?" asked Voltus, as he rose from his bedding and put on his fur kilt, then dropping down to his wife to cheek. 

"One of the elderly has died." Voltus turned to the man, and looked him in the eyes, he was telling the truth. Voltus followed him out of the tent and secured the flap, walking by his side as they approached another dwelling. A handful of people, a dozen perhaps, were crowded around the enterance to a wooden structure, dome in shape with a hole at a front to enter. The crowd cleared him a path as he entered the dwelling, it stepped down about a cubit and a half into the earth, giving comfortable head room and there was a hole in the middle for smoke to rise from the fire pit in the middle. 

At the far side, a quiet group of mourners were huddled around the lifeless form of an old man, Voltus approached and one of them looked up at him, she was a woman, about 27, and she had a disheveled look about her. Voltus kneeled beside the body and mumbled, "God have mercy." before turning to the woman.

"You called for me, my lady?" he asked softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. 

"What am I to do with the body?" she asked, holding back shaky breaths, "I can't keep it in the house." Voltus nodded and called for two men to come down.

"Listen you two, I will ask of you a favor. Take the body upstairs and wrap it in a white cloth, get one of the holy men to pray over it and then bury it far from the village." 

"My liege, you're the only holy man in the village.." Voltus snapped his head to glare at the two men.

"You mean there are no other men who believe in God?!" Voltus was about to rise and throw the two out when they raised their arms in submission.

"It's not that!" said one of them, "It's just that all the men who know a great deal about faith are old and can't really come out to pray over the body." Voltus thought for a moment, then he spoke. 

"Go do as I asked, take the body to one of the old men, but when this is done, gather the village because I must have a word with them." 

Soon after noon, the body was buried and the town, as was instructed, was gather outside of Voltus' tent. He emerged from the tent and stood in front of his people, "Today we have lost a member of our society and today I have received a revelation. How many of you know the proper way to pray?" only a handful raised their hands and Voltus felt a spike of fury go through his heart but he bit back his anger, "How many of you know of the history of our faith?" again, the same few raised their hands, they must have lived with elderly people, as it seemed no one else knew, "Then I must rectify this to save your souls from eternal hellfire!" at the mention of Hell a wave of fright passed through the croud, "Send your children to the wise old men and make them learn, when they return home, ask them what they have learnt and learn from them. I decree it, so it will be done!"

Outcome: Religous Revival and Education

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Vis turned away from the clearing and walked towards the burning sun, it's light peaking out from between the gaps in the canopy as he ventured out for a stream or a pond of some sort. The further he got from the camp, he felt an indescribable feeling, it was a mixture of relief and heartache.

Soon he had stumbled upon a small pond, fed by 3 trickling streams and hidden by the forest canopy, looking around to ensure he wasn't being followed, he began unbuckling his armor. Once the leather plates dropped off his body, he took off his under clothes and tossed them into a pile next to the bank, so he stood naked by the water. Slowly he slipped in, first sitting down then slowly levering himself into the cool pond using his arms but as he got into the pond, he found that from where the land met the water, it was a vertical sloap downwards for about 3 and a half feet. Vis stood in the water for a moment, to get use to the temperature, before submerged himself completely and opened his eyes, casting a green glow in the dusty water. Small fish swam around, eating the green that grew at the bottom, oblivious to Vis or his light. He emerged from the water and returned to the bank, resting his head on his folded arms and letting the rest of his body float. He decided he'd rest before washing his gear.

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Little does Kronshi know, I'm planning a rebellion against him.

@Dragonbud

LONG LIVE THE PIGEON REVOLUTION!

Twilight Struggle: A Cold Affair

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Remove Kebab.

@Vanguardian

Donor*