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Until the End!

Did this die? I don't really want this to die...

A Wolf's Love

Changed up IC for Ribald, my bad, I'll add in the later bits... Well later. Sorry, had a twitch trigger finger.

A Wolf's Love

Ribald

Are you fucking kidding me. A third one. A THIRD goddamn wolf in this neck of the woods, honestly he wasn't even mad at this point, the gods -both evil and benign- were clearly mocking him. Here he was, a scientist deprived of fresh subjects, literally handed a smorgasbord. And fuck, judging by its size and stature this was a male; Ribald didn't have nearly the firepower nor traps set up to even scratch this guy. If he was lucky Ribald's death would be mostly painless, a wolf would be writhing in a poison induced agony, and Cat, poor, sweet innocent Cat can make a break for it.

No man's land

Pinkerton agents? Now, if Mr. Polly didn't know any better it would almost seem like a nationally recognized investigative corporation had been contracted to keep HIM safe. Let me say that again, somebody on God's green earth wanted him to be the opposite of dead without Manny knowingly doing anything on his part to ensure it. There must be some great genius- or fool- that believed in Mr. Polly's new enterprise, and who was Manny to disappoint such an expectant partner.

He grinned, while this seemed far too good to be true, the fact that neither his father nor his old (known) associates were involved with this man consoled some of his apprehensions. Additionally the man seemed the honorable sort, at least not the type to stab Manny in his sleep, which means he would be a valuable asset (which may be deserted if the need arise.)

"Well, Mr. Langley, if that's what you came here for be my guest- or guard, rather- and it's fortunate of you to be here for I believe I have something in mind to begin my little venture." He shifted about, the muck of human viscera had dampen the sandy earth beneath his shoes,

"For now, why don't you get yourself a room drink at the nice piss hole over there, I need you and your rifle bright and early tomorrow."

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

C) Improve Infrastructure
D) Improve Culture
{TAG Team Combo}

Oh man...

The envoy returned heroes, the village now had ample access to stone under their agreement with the ogres. No more leaks, walls won't go down in a stiff breeze, drafts are limited to windows and doors now! It was quite a time to be alive. However the delegation of many builders to construct the ogre houses was a bit jarring. The people almost felt like their big brothers, the mighty ogres, were abusing their trust. Bah! The people of Citrus Crest had rocks now, and the least they could do was help the Ogres with their homes. They were also more than willing to share their abundance of food for the Ogres were treated by the Small Council and the Earth Temple as fellow citizens, and while the lower folk might feel different, they had to (try to) follow the will of Earth Mother and be kind to all her children.

As such Priestess Syndra along with many of her devotees held weekly processions with the Ogres and Citrus people alike, sharing the kindness and and benefits of the two races where even though their sizes differ, they can hopefully find some solid unity in religion.

In time they hope the two villages may integrate as equals, Ogres sharing in the joys of helping in the field and quarries in addition to the festivities and revelry in the harvest celebrations.

Summary

Ogres are bros, and we should treat them as such. We make their houses in addition to slowly transitioning our own infrastructure. The Temple of The Earth Mother wishes to bring unity and camaraderie between the two races through the teachings of the Earth Mother. Hopefully the Ogres can see the people of Citrus Crest as allies and work to better both sides.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

@Chenzor

Oh Chenzor, you make me blush.

I love you too, ya glorious Nord.

A Wolf's Love

Willard

Willard would be a liar if he said this was the first time someone pulled a knife on to his throat, but you can imagine his surprise when it happened in such a nice town. Fortunately she brought the weapon down and offered an apology. A younger him would have probably taken offense and promptly lashed out, but age brings patience and despite this outrageous reaction to a man sitting down he should take this at more than just face value.

"Eheem- I didn't know your beauty sleep was that important to you." He offered a small laugh to help lighten the mood. "But I think it's rather rude to pull a knife on someone you just met." Typical, normal everyday humans didn't act this way, then it hit him. That predatory gaze, jumpy nature, all of which tell tale signs of a wolf intruding on another's land. They were on the same boat,

"Now that all that unpleasantness is behind us, mind you telling who you are? Judging from your reaction you know exactly what I am, and I'd love to know how we go about this faux pas."

He gave her a cold, hard gaze, waiting for her response. He hadn't think he'd actually have to revert to his old self, frankly he liked playing the part of feeble middle-aged man, but this recent interaction might call for a bit more callousness. Willard was no fool and he hadn't forgotten his years of killing; he made peace, sure, but he never forgot. This woman was dangerous, to the town as a whole, and he'd be damned to sit by and do nothing.

@ViolentViolet

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

I thought you were all about bananas and grapes but you do know what to say when the time comes!

@Chenzor

Ehhh? I didn't include food in my shit-posting, fuck I'm losing it.

PS grapes are the Devil, don't associate that trash with me.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

What the fuck is going on.

<Snipped quote by KaiserAuto>Yeah, my nation eventually building a city in less tunrs than you can make sense.
My people are part of a well-planned journey to colonize a new world instead of being just plain refugees.
That and as you'll later find out my nation specializes in crafting. They have a pretty good technological aptitude.

<Snipped quote by KaiserAuto>I feel that forcing the RP to play out like a videogame is even more selfish.
This is an actual fluid story which shouldn't be inhibited by gameplay limitations.
That and unlike Civilization, the "turns" don't last for a few minutes but days.
Add up the fact that most roleplays go cold after a few or several months and you have an issue.
Seriously, forcing the mechanics of a whole different kind of game is the worst thing you can ever do.

You won't play Call of Duty according to Dungeons&Dragons rulebooks. You can try but that no longer will be an FPS.

@Willy Vereb

I'm all for a new player, and you having your dwarfs do what they do is fine, but hating on the system as it is now, is trouble. Kaiser didn't spend 7 turns just copy pasting "build city" in each post, we're allowed to continue our stories and write and take other actions as we want. Granted, actions whilst city building are nerfed as allocation of labor and all that, but his story continues.

The system has worked as is, and Chenzor is a trooper for keeping up with 9+ people. If anything this makes the Nation RP function as a sort of tabletop RP, where resources and time management determine your civ stats, so yeh the turn system is necessary.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

C) Improve Infrastructure
I) Diplomagics Again

Oh Boy!

The envoy would be lying if they said they weren't afraid. The Ogre was massive, a solid block of muscle, and it had the backing and respect of an entire village behind it. The words chosen next would decide the fate if this entourage.

"Great Ogre, I presume you to be the honorable leader of this tribe. We regret not coming to you immediately but we had a bit of a communication issue with your boyz." He tried to imitate their accent with the last word, hoping it wouldn't truly be he last.

"The rocks, as you would imagine, would be used as building material and tools. As of now we had to get by with flint and wooden tools, inhibiting our production. Which by extent inhibits the amount of food the we can make..." Pause for effect (as Rye taught him) "and consequently what we can share with you."

"And the dripping! The aweful dripping, surely your peaceful and loving people would understand the struggle of being awaken but the dastardly dripping if cold water on their foreheads! Stone homes and roofs would stop that!"

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There was a silence in the Small Council, a silence brought upon by a recent loss. Elder Rye, the last remaining original Council member had passed. Taken peacefully(or as peacefully as his rantings would allow), surrounded by his family. He was succeeded by his son also named Rye, now the head of his clan. He moved to talk,

"My friends I come to uphold the Late and Great Rye's final testament, ahem" he coughed,

"ROADS, YA CROWS. Daddy Rye was always complaining his feet would hurt and that his carts got stuck coming back from the farms. This needs to change, the negotiations with the ogres are underway, but we need to connect our farms and pastures with the market. For now use cured wood as a platform and base to outline these roads and if the ogres come through we'll use stone."

Summary

Roads are cool, I guess, I just want my rye grains to get to my house faster. Also Ogres are the realest.