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"High-Qarkah, may she become stronger through the purging of impurity. The Pure Way Rules!" A sulianpolian hoplite elf calls

A stern sulianpolian polishes his bronze in preparation to be seen even in the stands

"Noble man. True, is that man of Hyperborea. Who hefts the axe of the ancient Cimmereans... Champion of Cingedoz. Find your place in eternal blue sky!" A nomad grows old as he sees the saga turn. Grand Khuzai of Scydria gazes outwards to the vast steppe. Atop his horse he throat sings the song of Bodbmakos

A tanned hoplite, part of the silver states and citizen of Sulianpoli raises his spike to welcome the malinist janissaries through the Giraffe Gates

10/10 ugluked out of my gourd. Yeah I carry my heavy machahuatl off the top of the storm mountain too

"The Malinites have put down to paper some concepts the philosopher alfs of that Bronze Polis Sulianpoli have been long speaking of their race. That they can continue on after death, their end just a gateway to further life. With their shrines and rituals they speal to the honored dead. I say bless them! For my race has place eternal in the open sky" a tall hat wearing horse nomad rolls the scroll up

A truly free horse archers peers on to that mound on the edge of the open steppe. He drinks milk of his favored mare and flicks it out for the open sky. "Abagai! Blessed be they, fellow True Men below the open sky! Great for Scydria, are these Cingedoz!" The Azukazi Khuzai plans another sacrifice shared with them and the Skyfather

I believe you have the right idea of CT not being a physical space on the map and soul beacons sound intriguing. I like the idea of the nations placed before the roads which are then designed with them in mind. I don't mind the idea of fast roads because taking my horse overland might have benefits of taking me right where I'm trying to go in a reasonably immersive way if it is designed right. I think I speak for most island dwellers, we really wanted to have a chance to build 'tall' instead of 'large' when it came to nation strategy. Also make tiles contour to land features but still of reasonable dimensions. It wouldn't be too odd to see

Gift Slip Name: Stelios Kekenomos Hyptos Username: RyuTheCoolest

"Pained and Disturbed, those Valah and those 'ata are, as in reality, their houses of cards come down. Obviously a gravely and sorrowful deceit which yet haunts the Starlandic realm and those people" a proud silver extremist stands, spear pointed high. "They seek only to throw off the stigma laid upon them. For both of their realms, dens of vampyres, and dragon men and undead. Though what that Valah imperial 'king' and that "aheral" princess, is that they believe themselves justified in protecting serpent men, and dark conspirators, while seeking doom upon those who spared them eternity despoiled by the betrayer! I raise my spear so those deranged of the mind may fall!"

A human Horsewarrior, mounted archer of some steppe tribe took to reading this notice. However his brow furrows when he sees the words of the king of haense. "Decadence... The land of the Settled Men... Their very Master has long been in line with that dragon cult. They hide the eyes of their beasts in their church so none may hide from their gaze, and their 'king' would willingly sacrifice their people to aid a dragon cult who's own sacred text tells them to lie to gentiles." He snarls, only confirmed every day that the masters of men have not their best interest at heart. He rides off to explain how the king of men has always been a draconic pawn.

A wacked out scrapper Raguk puts together a shoddy chariot after pulling parts out of a windmill. Painting himself with holy Chrome he praises the Holy Machine "LOK'RAGUK"

Halflings are amongst my favorite groups to RP with, I like their artisanry and their focus on farming RP. If you wanted to keep the roleplay and advance it of seasonal rping and farming and all that, I highly promote it. In vailor there was a time when food spoiled and plants grew real slow. I thought it was very healthy for server economy imo, and if you could plant at the start of a season and harvest at the end it would be super cool for stories. If there was a way to get expiring food halfling RP would be supreme

"Ay'Larihei! HAIL VICTORY" yells in reply, a fervent 'thilln extremist

"May Luthriel join us once more, Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya" Stelios comments, returning from the sea nets full of fish and oysters

"Noble Krugmenistan, the true Holy-Land. May she exist gloriously under the Code of Krug and the open sky" a Scydri Archer, policeman of Sulianpoli declares

"We are Blessed Peoples, to hold one over another is the way of valah, ne the way of mali. May the fragmentation of the elven city-states come to something better. The Malenites shall have their temple." an elven Hoplite, amongst the ladly citizens of Sulianpoli raises his spike firstly.

A Scydri Horselord smiles seeing the missive. Long has he served as a policeman in that Citystate. A Scydrian Archer. "For being a walled city of settled men, this is truly the greatest of their sort" he grins, pockets full of gold he hadn't needed to fight gryphons to take Loyal, a proud hoplite stands. A proud silver extremist smiles brightly. "May Haelun'or and her colonies stand ever more. Sulianpoli, city of the blessed and true!" He thrusts his spear upwards alongside the rest of the Lads of The Blessed Band

A high elf extremist looks upon this in disgust. His hands tightly grip his spear and silver shield. "Little will do they know, but soon it will be made clear"

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"It seems to me as though Bakir 'Girly-Voiced' Ireheart is still reeling from the time he was shaved! The Irehearts themselves seem to drag the dearven race through the mud these days" A noble horseman speaks out, sharing Koumis with the tribe

"There is none less worthy than the acts of men who bow to those shorter than them. The dwarves have long used their usery and force to make themselves seem larger than they are. Compensating for something?" A noble nomad, freest of men reads on

"whilst I hold all these truths to be self evident by nature of our silver blood, to consider purity unable to be measured or proven is something that is currently false. With new advancements of science and technology you will find that through metaphysical reality, one can directly witness the purity of ones soul, or indirectly in the case of the observer, who witnesses through the very tools and techniques proven through tested science" A young philosopher reads this "Infinite is our potential to be polished ever purer. The rites are true, and all else fact supported by the science. So one must not forget the ways of our race in it's pursuit, both of progressive purity and advancing science, which continues to grow at an exciting, if alarming rate"

Some beautiful and radical elven hoplite, who's polis has been at war with dragons for a dozen years now looks to the rear line. "Better late than never, Valah. Take the example of High-Walled Haelun'or and cast out the impure. Ay'Larihei"

A Vengeful poet hears word. Gathering his bronze spike and haelun'oric helm, and blessed flutes. Songs will be sung of this time