Happy New Year, New Game, New Players (Finished: Dojango/Mictlan Wins!)

[HoleyDooley]

Originally Posted by Excist

In this post yesterday I clearly informed that I was increasing the turn timer ridiculously long while investigating the llamaserver issue mentioned in the previous post.

How could I have made this clearer for you?

How??? Easily, by making it BEFORE we made our first comments over this issue.

The gate was already open and the horses bolted by the time you mentioned this.



I state again, clear and timely communication from EVERYONE, but espically you would have prevented this discussion.

Two choices.

1. We all learn from this and communicate openly and in a timely fashion and get on with the game.

2. Lets continue the argument and ruin the game.

Administrator, the choice is yours.

[Excist]

I apologize if you think I did anything wrong.

It would have been impossible for me to inform that I was extending the turn before you said anything because I extended the turn AFTER you said something and posted that at the same time.

I extended the turn 2 times and notified each time.

The first time it was extended it was extended as requested by Immaculate. When you posted that was the first that I had any indication that one of the people that hadn't turned in their turn wasn't Immaculate.

The immediate response to yours alleged an issue with llamaserver and in response to that I increased the turn timer temporarily and notified simultaneously. At no time did I extend the time without notifying.

Now let's please put this in the past and move on.

I apologize for anything I may have done wrong or could have done better, however I insist that not providing clear notice is not one of them.

The turn timer has been reset to 24 hours, but it takes a little time for the web to update.

[HoleyDooley]

My apologies as well.

I do ask that ALL players please post here on the forum if you turn will be late.

I don't mind waiting and being reasonable just like anybody. But its hardly fair to go about your daily life without taking 3 1/2 minutes of your valuable time to keep everyone informed as to your status if is abnormal.

Cheers,

Dooley

[Excist]

Attn: Helheim, Marverni and Fomoria.

As fair warning since the game server says it has updated to 24 hours interval and the deadline change is not visible yet, the turn will host at the latest 12 hours from now. Please make sure your turn is mailed in tonight to prevent any stales.

[Dogged57]

Got mine in. I'll rp post after the next turn arrives.

[Dogged57]

"You laid out the feast?"
"The tables were drooping from the weight of the food."
"You rolled out the barrels of beer?"
"Every last one."
"You brought in the women?"
"They danced like mad. Luckily, the men had eaten the food by the time they moved the dancing to the tables."
"Then where the hell are the men? Only a madman would turn away from such festivities!" Cingetorix the Gutuater, recently in from preaching in the countryside addressed the party planner of the Marverni, frustration evident in his furrowed brow.
"The Carnutes finally arrived. They ARE madmen. And they and the mad prophet Vercingetorix took the whole drunken army north against the pale cave dwellers. The White Worms, they were calling them." The planner shrugged and walked away.

Cingetorix shook his head, cursing under his breath as he walked away towards his study. "This madness will lead us all to our doom. Where are the damned druids?!"

[TigerBlood]

I smell blood. Intoxicating...

-Natural Selection

[HoleyDooley]

The Lord of Blood is not pleased. His borders grow but luck is seemingly not siding with his dominions.

This disturbs the great ones sleep, but not for long. Soon his time will come and he will awaken and direct his armies against those who hinder his ambitions.

[Torgon]

The terrible armies of the pale giants pressed ever inward. They besieged the very gates of Fomoria. Balor looked on and saw the ruin of his kingdom, the ruin of his people.

He called out to the other peoples of the world for aid against these terrible beasts. No doubt you have already seen their banners in the very seas next to your own lands. Soon, if no help arrives, they will also control the lands of Fomoria. He even called out to his old enemies the Tuatha of Tir Na' Nog. True, they had warred on multiple occasions, but he would rather have his people ruled by the Tuatha then these hideous monsters.

However, he did not place all his hopes in aid from other nations. The mages of Fomoria were crafting another plan as well. It was the last hope of the nation. If it failed so would the fomorian people

[Excist]

Fomorians retreated like the baying sheep they resembled before the advancing armies of Pale Ones. Swifter than could have been predicted the walls of Fomoria stood besieged with the kine hiding inside like a bizarre petting zoo or one of those traveling circus freak shows so popular in the East.

Mandred, seeing the rebuke of Fomoria's hubris was going smoothly, turned his attention to the South where his messengers brought troubling news of rampant bandits disrupting trade amongst the conquered surface provinces and drunk, mad barbarians invading the southernmost lands. Mandred conscripted some Mercenaries to hold the siege while he took his swiftest Ancient Ones with him south to protect the Temple of Kolermegor while Seal Guards maneuvered to reinforce the rest of Agartha's borderlands against the madmen of Marverni.

When praying at the Temple of Kolermegor Harrow-gor came to him as if in spirit; as if in dream; and somehow simultaneously as if in the flesh.

"Too many Seal Guards have left already and they continue to wander to the surface as if on their own" Harrow-gor whispered/shouted with his dreamy non-voice.

"This was your will! I don't understand." Mandred responded, shocking Earth Reader Apil'Adad

"It is NOT my will, but it IS the only way. But, I had not anticipated that they would abandon their duty so quickly. The preparations are not complete. So, I have been forced to enter the Umbral Plane." Harrow-gor's mental voice boomed.

"Are you sure this is wise? Every one of our neighbors has turned against us and none give us solace. We need you now more than ever." Mandred beseeched.

"Have faith in the god that you have chosen and all will come to pass as it must. I WILL provide help. From within the Umbral Realm I have access to leylines of extraordinary power. When the need is great, take the Obsidian talisman that I have given you and press it against any solid rock of granite and shout "Locus Shadox Interminus" Teach this to the Oracles that you have entrusted with the holy obsidian and tell them to use it sparingly and only when great need is realized for this is both powerful and dangerous."

When the time came and the Marvernie barbarians crested the hill Mandred did as Harrow-gor had advised. slowly the granite compressed and solidified even as it flaked and chared until there was an Obsidian likeness of himself with black voids where eyes should have been. At first he didn't even notice, since his nightvision was so good, but when he realized that the world once again lacked the little color Pale Ones see and he saw his barbarian foe grasping around in the dark he realized that the Sun was gone. His Ancient Ones charged forth ripping the heads off the little men like they were statues of clay and the little Pale One miltia barely could keep up. Although the foe had numbered in the hundreds his small band of warriors killed them without taking a single casualty and the remaining third fled in disarray.

Mandred's only comment was thus: "Praise Harrow-gor"