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Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Hey peeps. Sorry for the super long delay of several weeks, it's been a tightly scheduled time for me.

Anyway!

Turn 10 is live!

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Turn 10

The Map

The Iceborn

@Cyclone

Turn 10

When Yngvar awoke the next morning, he found that the longship had been completed and awaited his arrival already. The Gilbins had proved to be most crafty, and took to instructions very well. It seemed, they almost enjoyed building, had it not been for their thrall status. Yngvar decided to visit Dag before he left off, and went up the hill to his longhouse, the great meadhall that was the heart of Dagshall. From here, he could see the runestone monument that had been erected and it was still being worked on. The runecarver had gotten up early this morning to finish his work, and he put much effort and love into it, Yngvar could tell. For Yngvar however, his love and passion was for something else. He was one of the greatest warriors and explorers of the tribe, and he had some renown on his neck already. When he left Dag's meadhall, he did so with the blessings of the entire tribe.

For now, before Yngvar and his sails were set, the tribe knew only that to the west there was mountains, and to the east there was a thick swampland. Dag named his longship the Gilbinsbane, and sailed up the river to find out where it went.

Later that evening, one of the hunters came to Dag and told him he had seen some of the fleeing Gilbins enter the swamp to the east. He reckoned they didn't have to worry about them anymore, but something told Dag there was more to the gilbin than meet the eye. Especially after he had seen their quick adaption of the ways of being a thrall and constructing under instruction.

[Morale boost in effect.]

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: 175 men, 174 women, 52 children.

- 150 Goblin Thralls

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, legendary quality)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +1% from food level, +2% from morale = 8%.
Morale: Very High (Morale boost for 3 more turns.)
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Maerinum

@Lady Selune

Turn 10

The great victory over the orcs had increased public opinion of the military and when the call went out that guards earned more pay and were fed better, many flocked to join the guard. Almost all miners now had a part-time guardduty, which meant they had to take rounds. A schedule was developed and all the would-be-guards were instructed shortly in their duties, and before long the mine was operating at full capacity with eagre guardsmen.

[Increased militia conscription by 5%!]

To everyone's surprise, there was not yet a functional lumber operation within New Matem's sphere. This couldn't last for long, thought Maxim, and almost as soon as he had finished the sentence, a lumbermill practically sprung into existance.

Meanwhile, the foreigner - Mannerlicher - has been working on his ballista design. While he has a good understanding of construction, engineering and geometry, he isn't much of a warfare expert. Be that as it may, a ballista design is simple to him, and as such he tells Maxim he can construct a dozen of them within a week, with the sufficient manpower. He does however want more ... Let's say, creative freedom in his designs when it comes to improving the original standard ballista. He sees room for improvement, and potential, and asks Maxim for funds in order to see his vision bear fruit.

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: 168 men, 163 women, 54 children.
Military: Available: 8 Footmen.
- Militia able to be conscripted up to 35% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Clay, Stone, Lumber, Marble (small quantities), Iron (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 9

It took him a few days, but Amari Asto finally decided that the lumber mill was to be the best course of action for his people. The copper was a luxury that they could afford to wait for, if momentarily. For now, stone buildings with wooden roofs made for somewhat cold living, but the stone meant easy ovens or fireplaces to keep warm. A young builder named Rano Rancor (named after his father, and his father before him, and so on) started experimenting with buildingmaterials of how best to isolate the households so that less heat escape through the cold stone or through windows and doors. For this, he submit a request to Amari Asto asking for supplies and two of the other builders/masons to help him in his efforts. Some of the other masons were sceptical to this young upstart's new-thinking ways, but others shrugged saying any great discovery has to start somewhere.

A few days later still, another worrying report comes in from one of the hunter-scouts. He says the Lizardmen to the west have started going up the mountains more frequently, and they have found the pass that leads through the cliffs, meaning there's but a matter of time before they find the Antari.

Will Amari Asto allocate resources to Rano Rancor in hopes of improving his people's way of life, or will he take precaution against the seemingly aggressive lizardmen?

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: 169 men, 167 women, 45 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% +1% from food level, +0% from morale = 6%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Children of Artemon

@Pirate

Turn 10

The guilds were re-established in the cult's society before the settlement even had a name. Farming efforts were already underway and soon, the amount of food available for the elves would be enough to sustain them. Or so they hoped.

The high elves that come as refugees from the north are happy and surprised to find high elven kin in these lands. They had not expected to run into any kinsmen. They talk for long with the scouts, while the refugee train keeps moving south slowly. Your scouts learn that these high elves call themselves the Lothelonni, and had fled corruption and political turmoil fueled by religious zealotry in their homeland. However, the mountain had collapsed during a fierce storm when a bolt of lightning had struck the mountainside, sending a huge wave of mud and rubble down at them. Lord Elaris Brightflower had led them to this new land, but unfortunately he had not yet been accounted for after the disaster. The elves assumed he had died, with so many others of their kin. So many bodies were unaccounted for under all the mud and rubble.
The scouts point them in the way of the new settlement and tells the refugees only shortly of themselves and how/why they came to this land. It seems they share some struggles from their past, and might get along well.
As the scouts lead the refugees back to the settlement, one scout is sent ahead to quickly tell the others of the refugee train's arrival. Preparations had to be made.

One thing was clear however. They were not of the same lands as the Children of Artemon had once been.

[Refugees arrive in 2 turns.]

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: 91 men, 93 women, 27 children.
Military: 7 Elf-at-Arms. Militia able to be conscripted up to 20% of adult population.
Food level: Low (improving)
Resources: None
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade:

Imports: Raw leather and animal goods from Giant Camp.
Exports: Processed leather goods to Giant Camp.

Growth: Base: 4% -1% from food level, +0% from morale = 3%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- Bonesnapper Tribe: Hated
- Giant Camp: Friendly
- Lothelonni: Neutral

Clan Oreborn

@Kangutso

Turn 6

With the mine up and running, new tools could be made to increase effectiveness of... Well, pretty much everything.

Echadon returns home and tells his people of his diplomatic mission to the Ursar. He tells Arngir much to his own disappointment that the Ursar will not be friends with them yet, but he remains hopefull and says that Oras, the first Ursar he met and the one which has become somewhat of a friend to him, will come and visit soon and that he will bring with him maps and information, and perhaps items for trade.

A week later, just as Echadon had said, Oras arrives with a small group of Ursar. They bring with them gifts of purely cosmetic value, but also maps and spoken word. That night, Oras and his companions sit with Echadon, Arngir and a few other dwarven representative at a dinnertable. The hour is late and the company is sharing stories of their pasts. The Ursar says they came from stolen ships, and due to the strange storms that seemed to guide them or harass them at every turn, they have no idea from which direction they came and therefore have no idea where the humans they fled from are now. Echadon as well admits, it is hard to say how far they had travelled.
When the hour grows even later still, the company decides to retire. Before the Ursar head off to their given bedchambers for their stay, Oras comes up to Arngir and, despite his taller stature, extends his hand for a shake.
"We have much in common, Dwarf and Ursar, and I have found a respect for not only you and Echadon, but your way of life and your kinsmen as well. Here." Oras says, and hands Arngir a map.
"It is our map of the peninsula we inhabit. It is mostly great mountains or thick woods, and the map isn't terribly detailed, but... It seems to me, you will gain knowledge from this."
Before Oras disappears around the corner, he stops and turns around. "Also... Some of our neighbours aren't as nice. Beware of the locations marked with a reddish tint on the map."

[Information about the Ursar acquired.]
[Map updated! New settlements and neighbours discovered.]

With the map, Oras had included a document written in common. It described a brown-skinned orc village to the north-east by the coast, they were simple folk who lived slow and survivalist lives, and seemed not to want conflict with anyone. However, further south of the Ursar was a strange name. "Lilitu", Arngir spoke the word outloud. The document described them as savage winged women. The word harpies came to mind, but Arngir was unsure if this was simply another name the Ursar had given them and that they were indeed Harpies, or if they were some other kind of harpy-like creature. Nonetheless, they were described as extremely territorial and hostile, so going into their territory probably wasn't a good idea.

The next day, the two (or three) expeditions set out into the lands. One of them consisting of two groups crosses the river and journeys north to seek resources an to establish a logging camp. Another group journeys south to set up ... Well, also a logging camp. While the southern and northern logging camps are simple enough tasks, it takes a while to get them operational. The expedition further north however will take a little more time.

[Logging camps operational next turn.]
[Expedition returns 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: 145 men, 141 women, 42 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Average
Resources: Copper, tin.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 5% +0% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- The Ursar: Friendly
- The Brown-Skin Orcs: Not yet met.
- The Lilitu: Not yet met.

The Lycan Covenant

@Pyromaniacwolf

Turn 3

Lycan and wolf was much alike. Though the Lycan fancied themselves the superior predator, they couldn't help but identify well with the wolves. As such, they knew what needed to be done. The wolves had to be purged. A fair fight it would be, the warriors thought to themselves as they quietly stalked the wilderness in search of their "neighbours".
Within a week, the local wolf tribe had been hunted to extinction, and their flesh and hide has been made into food or resource for the covenant. The livestock enclosure was safe for now, and just as Bloodfang thought this, he looked over yonder from the village to see deer running in the enclosure.

While recent events had been a bit dull, the future looked bright.

[Livestock enclosure has been completed. The livestock will grow slowly and be affected by your own population, if food is low the livestock will diminish.]

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, 121 women, 18 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% 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 have not met any other civilizations.

The Orc-Grave Swamp Enclave

@Bright_Ops

Turn 3

Okay, good news bad news. Good knews, the mountains south of the swamp is filled with several mineable materials such as hardstone (a sort of metal-like rocktype that can be smelted into other metals to increase durability, due to your increased intelligence you actually know what it is), iron and tin. The bad knews is, they're not easy to get to and there's no way to haul it down from the mountain to the settlement without a road through the swamp... And that won't be easy. Small quantities could be carried by single goblins traversing the swamp, but the amount of ore gained from that would be painfully slow.
The goblin in charge of the expedition suggests perhaps they could create some sort of mountain-camp where they process the minerals straight out of the mines, and then carry the tools and whatnot that they make back to the settlement? Before they're able to actually create a -road-, that is.

[Resources found: Hardstone (small amounts), iron, tin. Marked on map.]

The quest to stalk the animals was slow as well... The beasts tend to create small homes for themselves hidden in the mud where they lay eggs and keep their young protected while they venture out for feed. The goblins note, the crocs' young are vulnerable when waiting for their parent to return with food. The expedition is scheduled to return next turn with a bunch of eggs and new information about the surrounding wildlife.

[Information about the wildlife and Geist's expedition return next turn.]

Just when Gredy had seen off Geist and her north-western expedition, he spots several ... Well, kinsmen one could say. Blackskinned loincloth-bearing goblins stand at the entrance to the settlement, looking around in awe. They carry nothing with them and seem kind of miserable, worse for wear. Gredy manages to organize a few goblins on guard-duty and meet then, and they manage to communicate quite well despite the (obvious) difference in culture and perhaps intelligence.
A large black goblin named Trip seems to be leading the refugees.
"I'm Trip!" he says in the common goblin tongue. "I lead the survivors of Black-Kin, we come from the west, fleeing the traitorous humans who vanquished us and made my people slaves!"
Gredy and Trip speak for many hours and the black-skinned kinsmen are allowed to stay in the settlement. What they lack in intelligence they make up for in a knack for understanding instruction and strength. They seem to be much stronger than the average goblin of Gredy's kind. They quickly set up homes for themselves and adapt to the local environment in but a week! With the help of the enclave's knowledge, of course.

[Refugees gained! +50 adult population.]
[Information about Dagshall gained! You now know where they are on the map and know that they have somewhere between 100-200 warriors available.]

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: 162 men, 162 women, 56 children.

(50 of adult population is of Blackskin Goblin descent)

Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population.
Food level: Low
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 8% -3% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations:
- The Iceborn: Unfriendly (you have not yet met)

Kingdom of Morg'Talren

@Dogematix

Turn 3

Diligence. That's what the Talren dark elves would have to possess in order to turn this new home into a... Well, home. Many of Llyr's followers were desperate and came from a downtrodden societal situation, but just seeing the white shores and verdant nature of this new land, they already felt like they had reached salvation. With a bit of hard work, that is. Luckily, Dark Elves are actually known for their hard work and craftmanship compared to other elfkinds, (such as the spiritual and slow wood-elves and laid-back aristocrats of the high-elves) and as such their ambition might actually bear fruit here.

Within a few months, the island was fully explored. Beautiful green forests of strong trees dotted the central and upper south of the island, while steep cliff and rock met bare water to the north. Mostly everywhere else, the island was bordered with fine white sand beaches, and down south on the southernmost tip, the ocean winds had smoothed the landscape into fine, flat grassland and rich dark soil. It was clear this island was a paradise, compared to where they had come from earlier, at least when it came to bare nature. The trees here however were... Different than they imagined. They didn't have a single strong trunk growing upwards, but rather it looked like every tree had four or more trunks grown together and upward in a spiral-motion kind of way. Some trees were so thick it looked like it was actually twenty trees grown together in one! But when a tree was felled, it became clear that they were not actually several in one, but naturally grew and looked this way. The lumber they gave were the strongest that Llyr had ever seen! As hard as metal, as flexible as rubber, and with the correct kind of craftsmanship could probably be made into the greatest of tools and ... perhaps weapons? Ships?! The craftsmen's' mouths watered at the thought, the posibilities...

The small mountain to the north also held it's mysteries. Such as it's shape. It was shaped in such a way that it looked to be the tip of a mountain, but the less steep slopes and rocks that makes up the base of a regular mountain wasn't really there. Instead, it looked as if it just sprang out of the ground, making some fool or other speculate that it was actually an -underground- mountain with vast deposits and cavous systems beneath the surface, or that it had actually been a mountain but had somehow sank into the very ground, or sea. But such foolishness is surely simple talk... Right? The prospectors sent to investigate the mountain was shocked to find almost no minerals of worthy mention, but instead made the discovery of steep, very deep, very long natural caves and tunnels that seemed to lead downward into the mountain and into the ground. They speculated they'd find minerals further in, probably. As to what made the caves and tunnels, they have no idea, but they don't look artificial.

[Food still improving]
[Timber resource able to be improved into Larian Timber upon construction of a lumbermill. Larian Timber is harder and more flexible than the standard timber resource, and as such is seen as a very sought-after material.]

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: 95 men, 95 women, 20 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population.
Food level: Below average(Improving)
Resources: Timber (Small quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 4% -1% from food level, +0% from morale = 3%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You have not met any other civilizations.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Sorry pals, forgot not everyone is on the discord.
I've been trying to write turn 10 for days but as soon as I get to certain parts (no spoilers) I just go hhhnnnnggghhhhhhhh. Also this week (and weekend) I'll have a lot of work to do and I'll be home late so I'll try to get it done before things get too much! Sorry again!

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Come on lazypants, you didn't wait like 2 weeks for me to post to come with the excuse of "I haven't had the time" ;))))
(translation: pls post i luv u)

Home for the Supernatural

Np I'm still here. I think :D

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

@Lady Selune LOL
Well you can go and try it :D as for greek fire, it'd probably be a thing but since we don't really know how it was made it'd have to be discovered or something? I mean this -is- a fantasy so you could also try to go for some magicians.

@Cyclone Hahahaha BABBIES and FIRE. Better yet, ALCOHOL and fire. What could go wrong?

@Bright_Ops Druids are either blessed from a God(ess) of earth or nature, or they channel magic through life and nature and the earth itself. Shamans are either blessed from a God(ess) of the spiritual world or sight. Or shamans can channel their magic through the spirits of the departed or the very soul of the world (not nature itself). Think of it like... A shaman can peer into the future or see far distances by tapping into the cosmic winds that flow around the planet. Or they can talk to their ancestors (much easier if the ancestors were also of shamanistic beliefs and/or had a shaman aid in their burrial) to gain insight from the spiritrealm.

It's a bit like... Say, Warcraft druids and shamans. Although not as extreme in throwing bolts of moonfire, lightning or fire. That'd be extremely high levels of druidism/shamanism. Something the two have in common however is that they're both connected to the world either through the world's soul or nature. As such they can, at also very high levels, maybe even control the weather itself and/or shape/change the very world.

@Dogematix Glad to hear you weren't upset with me, hehe. I always try to include other events and/or happenings if it just ends up being a single paragraph from my side explaining how well your action turned out, but this time I was just too beat.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Turn 9 is live.

Also I see an error already but I CBA fixing it right now. Looking at your morale/growth, Cyclone. :^)

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Turn 9

The Map

The Iceborn

@Cyclone

Turn 9

When the battle was over, the cave walls and floors were painted with black blood of the gilbins. Half of them had run, and half yet of that had failed. The other half was split between surrender and fight. In the end, of the 300 gilbins that had lived in these caves, about 70 of them had escaped, 150 of them had surrendered, and the rest had tried to fight back. In the end, the 80 brave gilbins who had fought their would-be conquerors (or slavers?) lie dead on the ground. 150 new thralls were shackled with rope and hauled off to either work the mines that had once been their home, transport cargo back to Dagshall, or they were sent to the settlement itself for manual labor.

Kjorn, the God of War had truly blessed them. Not a single Iceborn warrior had even been wounded by their enemies. Then again, the gilbins were so puny and weak and scared that perhaps they didn't need a blessing to win that battle.
Dag could feel in his gut that somewhere on his icy throne, Father Frost was smirking upon them. He had a feeling it was for the better.

Back home, the small piers were to become docks, proper and larger. First, the workers cleared away unfavorable terrain around their piers as to make way for the timber to be put upon the shores. Next, they started measuring and sawing up large planks that were to be the docks themselves, while larger logs were secured underneath the waves to be the stable base needed to support the weight that soon were to be set upon the docks.

Once the warriors returned with Dag and a train of thralls following them, they were hailed as heroes by the others. Some of the fighters didn't really feel like heroes seeing as the battle had been so one-sided, but it felt good to win.
It was Dag's decision of what to do with the thralls as a whole, but the dockworkers suggested to put them to work in preparing more of the natural terrain for the shipyard that was to be built.
Several of the elders also suggested (almost demanded) that a great feast should be held and that Father Frost and Kjorn must be honored for their blessings upon the Iceborn!

-

A few days later, Dag was enjoying the fresh morning-air when he spat out his drink in astonishment. There, walking nonchalantly as if nothing, came Sverker with a barrel on his shoulder. He had a big grin on his face, and walked right up to Dag.
"Where in all the frozen hels have you been?!" Dag exclaimed, as to which Sverker's grin deepened. He put the barrel leaning over the railing that encircled the entrance to the mead hall, where Dag was standing. Sverker extended his hand to Dag's mug, holding it out, waiting for Dag to give Sverker his mug. Dag was starting to catch on. He emptied the mug's contents (either on the grass or into his belly, it wasn't anything spectacular anyway) and handed it to Sverker, who tapped into the barrel. A golden liquid filled Dag's mug and foamed at the top and the edges. It almost overflowed. Sverker handed it back to Dag, still grinning. Dag grinned back and took a swig of what he now knew was mead, and let out a mighty buffaw. It was, by all the Gods he worshipped, the best damned mead he had ever tasted in his life.
"Sverker! How? This is..." Dag started, but Sverker shook his head, still grinning.
"We've been working tirelessly ever since we started the effort to perfect this mead. I can't say we're even halfway there yet, but you can taste the result of our efforts! As to how... Well, let's say it's Sverker's secret." Sverker winked at his liege, and the two shared another mug of morning-mead together.

All will know now that Dagshall has the best mead in all the lands! Never shall they go thirsty!

[Morale boost! Due to the glorious victory and the best mead in the world, your people will be happier for 5 turns!]

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: 160 men, 160 women, 51 children.

- 150 Goblin Thralls

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: Very High (Morale boost for 4 more turns.)
Foreign relations: You do not know any other civilizations.

The Maerinum

@Lady Selune

Turn 9

A great feast was held for General Aemilina and her victory despite all odds. The people hailed her as a hero and brilliant military commander. Maxim was honored as well, for it was his daughter after all. The fallen soldiers were also given an honorary farewell and funeral for each and every one of them, their families granted respect and honor and glory in the fallen's stead. For some of the families however, the sorrow was heavier than the glory and pride was light. A few families of the fallen made a cooperative effort to seek an audience with Maxim, and, if granted, asked for reparations to be payed to them for the loss of their familymembers. A mother and her two daughters had lost her husband and two sons in the fighting, something that would be incredibly bad "luck" considering only ten men actually lost their lives.
They made no demands, they made no fuss. They simply asked that they be given some sort of reparation so that the family could live on while they grieve. This notion seemed to be supported by some of the senators already.

Two days later, several miles away, on the mainland...

"We've been lost for days with nothing but wilderness and rock. We can't go on like this!" said a middle-aged man. "Well then by all means, if you know where to go then lead the way!" said another man of the same age, similarly dressed.
The party of prospectors had journeyed through the thick brush for days. Their compass wouldn't work, but since it was of crude makings they simply blamed it on the one who had crafted it. They were hopelessly lost, with no more food and barely any way to forage more.
"We never should have come here. There's nothing here but tree and rock. I can't even tell if we've been travelling uphill or downhill, further into the mainland or gone in circles! It all looks the same!" said the first man again. There were six of them, and they were all ragged, torn and hungry.
"Stop complaining, you're going to bring the divine's wrath down upon you for your lack of faith." said a third, younger man.
The brush rustled, as it often did. None of the prospectors cared anymore, they assumed it was whoever was behind them.
The first man turned around, face red and started to scold the third. "It's your fault we're in this mess to begin with..! Wait..."
The group stopped.
"Where's Julian?"
They were five now. The sixth and last in the line had disappeared without a sound. Or had he? Was the rustle from earlier him? Had he tripped and fell? Had he been taken by something?
Then, there was dead silence over the woods. No animal caused a branch to creak, no bird sang it's praise. Barely even the wind could manage a rustle among the leaves. A low, humming growl echoed throughout the trees. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, and nowhere.

The last that was heard of the prospectors, if it was even heard by anyone at all, was their screams that echoed through the forests.

-

Maxim was starting to feel like the lost prospectors wouldn't return home. They would have ran out of supplies days ago, and nobody had saw them ever since they disappeared north. Even their boats couldn't be located, which was strange in itself.

On their island however, the search for iron was heavily underway. Finally, the Marinum had finished exploring the island which they had settled. Indeed there was iron not too far away, running like veins through the rocks furthest south on the island. The catch was that the south tip of the island was much closer to the orc village than they'd find comfortable. With their docks burned, the the orcs would struggle to come after them for a while but Aemilina had told her father that the orc ships hadn't been docked, and thus couldn't be burned down.
Without barely even giving the order, Mannerlicher had already overseen the setup of a mining camp. It was dangerous work, but it had to be done, if he were to do Maxim's bidding. For now, the mining of iron ore was at low capacity, but Mannerlicher assured his liege the amount mined would steadily increase for months to come.

[Last known location of prospectors marked as a danger-mark 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: 158 men, 153 women, 53 children.
Military: Available: 8 Footmen.
- Militia able to be conscripted up to 30% of adult population.
Food level: Above average
Resources: Clay, Stone, Marble (small quantities), Iron (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 No post found. 3 turns until auto-dropout without word.

Turn 8

There was no shortage of fresh recruits. Many were eager to defend their new home, and to serve their people in other ways than cultivating crops or hammering away at stone. At the end of the recruitment period, twenty men had signed up for military service willingly, while the rest of the adult population was content with being levied in times of turmoil.
The twenty spearmen were drilled, instructed and sent to work. They would protect their people with spear and shield and a pride quickly grew among them. A positive kind of pride, that is.

[You have recruited 20 spearmen. Their training is lackluster at the moment, but they will improve as several turns advance.]

The nobles bought the story of the Lizardmen seeming mad. Even if they weren't, the hostile actions of their scouts would justify meeting them with force if they ever showed up here with ill intent.

[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.]

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: 159 men, 157 women, 44 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 Children of Artemon

@Pirate

Turn 9

Once again, the Children of Artemon begin constructing a new home, and look upon the future brightly. They had endured many hardships and some even claimed their God had spoken to them. Others still, said Artemon must have abandoned them, but not out loud.

Now that they had secured a new home for themselves (somewhat), old challanges came anew. They needed sustainable sources of food, and their entire village must be made anew. While the farmers started tending the fields and the builders started erecting hovels, Palathan the leatherworker immediately sought out the great wolf pelt that the scout had brought back and hadn't known what to do with. To him and many others, Palathan's suggestion made a lot of sense and was the best idea of what to do with the pelt they could think of. It took him no time at all to fashion a large set of gloves out of the pelt. It was the strongest leather he had ever worked, and the sheer quality of it made him shiver. This truly was an amazing land they had come to, the giant would be pleased (he thought). The scout had described them as wearing nothing more than rags and pelts, despite seeming so civilized.

As soon as the pelt was worked into gloves, Palathan went with the scout south-east again to seek out the giants. They weren't hard to find, especially since the scout knew where to find them now and he had memorized the land well. Everything was larger here, Palathan realized. It hadn't been an exhageration, which he had first thought of the scout's description of these lands. He was intrigued.
When they came upon the village, they were let in with a warm but quiet welcome. The giants never smiled and never hurried, but they were gracious somehow. How could such tribal beings be so... civilized?
"I am Ur." said a giant, suddenly standing in front of them. They hadn't noticed him, as they had been busy staring in awe at the large infrastructure and way of life of the peculiar giants.
"I am Palathan." the leatherworker said, bowing to the obvious chieftain-looking giant. They all looked quite alike however, with long hair and beard and a single eye and dressed in pelts and crude boots. The scout bowed and stammered his name as well, almost inaudibly.
"Come, join me." said Ur, and the two elves accompanied him into his "great hall" which was basicly just an even larger version of the already large huts that made up this small camp.
"We have come bearing a gift, in return. You gave us the largest wolf-pelt we had ever seen, and the leather I made out of it turned out splendid. I put much effort into this gift." said Palathan as he presented the leather gloves. He had made them practical but also elegant in their design. The tough leather from the wolf wouldn't tear for a long time in combination with the secret elven techniques of tanning and leathercrafting. The Children of Artemon were strong craftsmen, after all.
Ur studied the gloves, and tried them on. Their elven make made them a precise fit. This stunned the giant, he was obviously very intrigued with this gift. Humbled, perhaps.
"This is fine gift. I had not known such make." said the giant in crude common, although Palathan could tell he was quite eloquent despite his lack of knowledge in the language.

They ended up speaking for many hours of current state of affairs, future trade, and recent events. Finally, Ur said something that shocked both Palathan and the scout.
"My scout say there are many elves north-west of here. But different. Two different peoples. One call themselves Lothelonni, live in Cantivale. You seem not to be them. Are you friends of them, come to share in the land?"
Thoughts raced through Palathan's head. There were more elves in the region? The giants had met them before? The scout had the same thoughts, but he looked at Palathan and confirmed this. "I heard other scouts had found elven tracks leading north from our new settlement. I believe it's safe to say their pressence is confirmed now, if Ur have already met them."
Palathan was exalted, but also somewhat worried. "Ur, I told you of our strange experiences in the dark of the forest to the south. Are these the elves you speak of?"
Ur shook his head.
"No. Dark Elves live in the forests to south, lighter elves like you live in north-west. They call High-Elves of themselves. More of them I do now know. Have not met them for long time now, strange. They stop show up."
Ur goes on to explain he at first had thought that the Children of Artemon had been of the Lothelonni faction, but had soon seen the difference in their garb and culture. It has become clear to him now that there are three factions of elves in this region, the Dark Elves to the south, Palathan's people to the west, and further north of them is Cantivale. Ur marks the location on the scout's maps, but it ends up being a crude estimate since their maps are somewhat lackluster at the moment.

Palathan and the scout journeys home to bring the news to their people. Not only had they successfully improved relations with the giants and gotten much information about the elves to the north and the nearby region, but they had also established a sort of trade with the giants. Ur and his giants said they'd love to gift the elves more pelts in return for such well-crafted goods. Ur believes the two peoples can benefit one another.

-

Meanwhile, the scouts sent north to follow the tracks of elves they had found soon come upon a grizzly sight. Well, first they see one of the largest mountains they could ever imagine stretching far into the clouds, and a mighty lake next to it. Upon a hill they stand, looking over the valley below where the lake sits peacefully. They could see for miles here, much thanks to their elven eyes but also thanks to the open terrain and their elevated position. It was a beautiful sight at first, but then the grizzliness of it came in. The mountain had let loose a landslide that had demolished half the entire settlement that layed west of the lake, south of the mountain. The scouts could see destroyed elven hovels, houses and death. Then... They saw elves. There, further south of the settlement, about one hundred elven refugees wandered south with all they had left on their backs. They hadn't seen the scouts yet, but they were heading this way. The scouts didn't need to guess of what had happened to them. The landslide spoke clearly.

What would they do?

-

Back at their new home, the Children of Artemon were ready to start again. What would be their first mayor project upon their new home?

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

Clan Oreborn

@Kangutso No post found. Ya know the drill.

Turn 5

Copper it would be. As soon as the miners came there and started working, they realized something peculiar. "Oi." said a miner to another. "There's tin here as well! It's like we can mine BRONZE directly from the walls!" he joked. It seemed the copper mine was, at the same time, a tin mine.

Echadon was excited to meet the Ursar again. At the moment he had met them, he was nervous, but the more time he spent thinking about them and at last telling his clan about them, he had grown quite fascinated by them. They were large, strong, honorable and with similar history as Clan Oreborn. The two races could be good friends, if the Ursar wanted it.

He arrived, and was treated as a guest. At first, the Ursar didn't seem to want any outsiders in their home, but the longer Echadon talked to Oras the faster they seemed to accept the dwarves. They spoke of their stories of exodus, and the Ursar leaders could sympathize. They accepted friendship with the dwarves, but made it clear that they did not yet know the dwarves well enough to accept an official declaration of friendship between them. For now they suggested, of which Echadon agreed, that the two races visit each other from time to time, share knowledge, and work together politically as they shared close proximity to each other. The Ursar elders asked Echadon to remember that they were a reclusive and lonely race and would often prefer to be left alone. Echadon returned home satisfied, but nothing of real political value other than great conversation. The Ursar had promised to send Oras over within a fortnight for further diplomatic discussion. Things such as sharing maps of the nearby geography, numbers of settlements and population and knowledge was talked of a great deal, but would not be yielded by either part just yet.

[Tin and copper added to resources. Mine added to map.]
[Echadon has been sent to the Ursar. He will return home next turn with his report of his the diplomatic mission went.]

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, 136 women, 37 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:
- The Ursar: Neutral

The Lycan Covenant

@Pyromaniacwolf

Turn 2

The first few days of the Covenant's arrival was calm. They had already found plentiful game available, and it would help sustain them for a long while. Some of the Lycan were impressed however with Vlath's plan to not hunt the animals right away, but to herd them. Sort of. Not that the lycan knew what herding really was or how to do it, but Vlath's idea was sensible and Max understood the task given to him well. So did Basir, who was tasked with building their enclosure so that the animals would not escape. The challange would be in all the wood that needed to be gathered however. Deer can jump high and run fast, and so they needed a lot of space to be fenced in and the fence itself needed to be high.
This didn't stop them from seeing it done, however. The boats they arrived on would be salvaged in their entirety, to make for a plentiful boost in lumber.

[Enclosure fences won't be completed until next turn.]

At first, Grash had laughed at the notion of wolves being a threat to the covenant, no matter how many they were. His laughter turned into shame however as Vlath shoved his remarks aside with cold facts. Facts Grash should have known, thus his shame. He had muttered his acknowledgement to his task only as he left his tent.

For now, the Lycan could sustain themselves with hunting their food until the enclosure was complete and the actual "domestication" started.

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: 122 men, 117 women, 16 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population. (Number is higher than usual due to your savage nature and culture.)
Food level: Low
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 have not met any other civilizations.

The Orc-Grave Swamp Enclave

@Bright_Ops

Turn 2

First order of business, the mountains were to be scouted out, to see if there was anything valuable to be found or if they could even get some stone from there at all. Seeing as the terrain around here is quite unforgiving and merciless, the prospectors travelled slowly and would not return soon. Gredy estimated they'd be gone foe the entire week, if not more.

[Prospecting results next turn.]

The collection of hair to make bowstring was a tedious, slow and rather gruesome task. Then again, nothing was to be wasted. Every inch of material that they could use, they would. Then again... The use of actual goblin corpses as bait to catch a lizard was a different thing entirely. But everyone silently agreed, it had to be done. It was about survival. The goblins lived close to death always, but even closer nowadays.

The plan itself... Well... Was a good idea, but an utter failure. The poison or venom concoction was a success, but when feeding the poisoned meat to one of the large reptiles that lived here, it simply ate, burped, and moved on. It seems the large reptiles had developed a sort of immunity to the poisons and venoms around here. If it worked on all reptiles or lizards however, who knows... But for now, the goblins needed a new plan if they wanted to catch and eat it, or use it's body for materials.

A ceremony was developed, a short and simple one where the deceased's name was carved onto a tree and decorated with whatever pretty things the families could find. The trees made find tombstones. Without knowing it, the goblins had already started to develop their own culture.

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: 130 men, 130 women, 55 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population.
Food level: Low
Resources: Requires prospection and industry.
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 8% -3% from food level, +0% from morale = 5%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You have not met any other civilizations.

Kingdom of Morg'Talren

@Dogematix

Turn 2

The Dark Elves of Morg'Talren had arrived upon new lands, found a suitable island to call their new home, and had wasted no time in constructing hovels to house them. Now, next order of business was to establish a source of food. Being so close to the sea, fish came to mind. Some of the boats they had arrived on were salvagable, and so they were to become new fishingboats to feed the people.

[Food level still improving.]

(I also noticed I had given you 100 more population than you were supposed to have... Map says 200, but I accidentally counted 300. So I fixed that now, and added your growth after the correction. Sorry about that!)

(I've been sitting with turn 9 for hours and seeing as you're the last player, you took the brunt of my lack of inspiration left... I honestly couldn't think of anything else to write! Terribly sorry! I'll try to mix things up a bit so you're not always the last person's turn I write, but y'know, your turn 2 is... spectacularly unimaginative on my part. Feelsbadman, seeing as you wrote like 6-7 paragraphs and I can barely respond with 1. I'll make it up to ya!)

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: 92 men, 92 women, 20 children.
Military: No standing military. Militia able to be conscripted up to 50% of adult population.
Food level: Low(Improving)
Resources: Timber (Small quantities)
Wealth: Nonexistant
Trade: Nonexistant
Growth: Base: 4% -3% from food level, +0% from morale = 1%.
Morale: Indifferent
Foreign relations: You have not met any other civilizations.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

HEYO.
SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT. RP ISNT DEAD. I WORK ON POST NOW. I MUCH BUSY WORK SCHEDULE. MUCH TIRED. THANK. SORRY AGAIN. POST SOON.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory! V. 2.0

Update for everyone: After having been sick a lot lately I'm feeling good enough to go back to work. Which is good news.
The bad news is, I'm not completely 100% yet, which means less energy for writing posts, and going back to work means I have even less time and energy.
Please excuse me if turn 9 takes a bit longer than planned! I hope you all have patience with me.

PS, I've started playing Guild Wars 2 again so there's also that.