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The colour I've chosen comes from the colour gallore MrT posted here a few months back, and is the regular coding.-
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Sorry, I can't do that.
The colour I've chosen comes from the colour gallore MrT posted here a few months back, and is the regular coding.
Thanks. I couldn't find your color in the vB Code editor. No wonder why.
FYI, I'm using "deeppink" for my color. It seems to show up acceptably well on the dark forum background.Geoffrey, that's it. I suppose since GdM hasn't found a replacement writer yet, I'll let my post stand for now.
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Gytis!
What? What did I do now?
What have you done with Madame Laura's body?
Why, you sly dog. With a knowing smirk and a playful elbow in the ribs, he continued. What do you want to do with her, I mean "it?" Getting tired of your own pleasure girls?
Bah. With my powers of attraction (here, the god looked as vain as only a god can be) I could have any woman on the Serpent of the Earth. But this is not for me. A certain Russian in Japan is trying to write an AAR, and all this tomfoolery has knocked him off course.
Why don't you just create another?
Who do you think I am, Master T? I cannot just conjure up a human out of thin air, or rather, stuff-that-isn't-stuff. But if you give over the body and the Lord of the Dead can spare a lost soul, we can set things right again.
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OK. Thats the deal. If you manage to wake her, she will be yours for 1 month, and mine for another, hehe. Dealt?
Lord Commandantl's colour is royal blue.
(I know I haven't posted in a while. But rest assured, I will. Just have to get rid of lots of university work first. Come summer, come AAR writing...)
Excellent writing, everyone! And I even got a quest from Gytis... let's see what I can do within 50 years.
Many thanks for posting, and reading. Some of the Gods from 'Jaguar Knights' have not written here, so I assume we can publish a new chart with who's who for clarity I'll do this some time this week...
Meanwhile, this game on the latest patches turns out much more interesting (and hard) than I suspected, so there is a lot I want to tell you
For one, I have installed Peter's Super Scaled Random Events Engine, which has added to the flavour, and I've also installed the 'no population limits' patch.
let's see what I can do within 50 years.Many thanks for posting, and reading. Some of the Gods from 'Jaguar Knights' have not written here, so I assume we can publish a new chart with who's who for clarity
I'll do this some time this week...Meanwhile, this game on the latest patches turns out much more interesting (and hard) than I suspected, so there is a lot I want to tell you
For one, I have installed Peter's Super Scaled Random Events Engine, which has added to the flavour, and I've also installed the 'no population limits' patch.
[COLOR=66ffff]Precious Broken Plume stood on the top floor of the Saint Peter’s Basilica. The unfinished building was already impressive in its massive imperial statue; and she swore to herself that even if the Mexica managed to take the city, she would not destroy this building. She would leave it just like that, half-complete, as a monument to the bold dreams of Europeans which were not meant to come true.
In front of her, beyond a wide balcony, a vast crowd of Romans drank and danced on the Piazza. She could see huge barrels with wine here and there, open stalls with free food, and small bands of local dancers keeping the crowd busy.
She looked at the Pope’s clothes laid out carefully on a stool near the balcony. She clutched her fists, for the man supposed to wear these clothes was still not back. All frantic attempts of the Scarlet Mist’s agents to find him were in vain: no one knew where Angry Bumblebee was. She had a strange vision a while ago, a vision in which Lord Fu-sag, the sweet God of Love from her ancestral Maya lands, came to her and told her things she refused to believe. Her husband in a whorehouse? Of course, she did not tell anyone of that vision.
Scarlet Mist finished listening to a courier from the sea coast and walked up to her, looking miserable.
‘My Lady, the ship entered visibility from land. In a while, everyone in Papal States… and in the neighbouring countries too… of course… will know that a large armada is nearing the shores.’
‘Good,’ she said firmly.
‘Good?’
‘Good.’
‘But…’
She walked up to the pile of the Pope’s clothes, and caressed the rich material. ‘What’s left of the old man’s skin?’ she asked.
‘Well, not much, I guess.’
‘I only need his face.’
The minister looked at her as if he heard one of the ancient statues speak: ‘What?’
‘Yes. Bring me his face. I am too dark for the illusion to work.’
‘You can not possibly… no, no! That’s out of the question. The crowds…’
The woman turned away from him and stood in silence for a while. She then clapped her hands and began to sing, softly at first, without words, just a melody. Suddenly, she turned around to face the Minister, who made a step back, overwhelmed by the energy in her face. She stamped her foot and sang very loudly, clapping out the rhythm:
And now I can laugh,
as I raise my songs,
I, Angry Bumblebee.
With this I gladden the Giver of Life,
Let the dance begin!’
It was the ancient battle song of the Mexica, adopted by her husband as his personal hymn to be sung only in the time of war. A hymn almost forgotten, for its words have not sounded for more than three bundles of years. It had been a long time since the Mexica had last declared a war.
Scarlet Mist had no choice but to join the sacred song, and they sang it to the end together, dancing slowly around the chair with the Papal clothes on it.
Precious Broken Plume stopped singing as suddenly as she began, and jabbed her elegantly curved but very firm finger at Scarlet Mist’s chest:
‘Listen and comply. Great Speaker is absent at the time of declaration of war. I take over. If you have a problem, tell me now, because I can hear that the animals in the menagerie are still hungry.’ The Minister suppressed an urgent desire to swallow. ‘You will send half of the Rain Warriors to the ports to clear way for an immediate amphibious invasion. You will order Pope’s face skin to be brought here. You will comply with the rest of the plan, for you are the only government official in the New World and I need your help now. Understood? Good. Go and comply!’ and she used a word which made Scarlet Mist wink. For he had only heard this word once in his life, a long time ago, from a toothless mouth of an old slave whose only cocoa bean got stolen in a market. That was a very, very bad word.
He bowed slowly, wondering why Precious Broken Plume went so mad at him (for he, of course, had no idea about her conversation with Lord Fu-sag and of the information He gave her).
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Later in the evening, when the darkness fell, everything was ready.
Precious Broken Plume came out to the balcony, dressed in the Pope’s clothes. She was wearing the Pope’s face.
She looked down, at the merrily drinking crowd, and wondered again if the local crowd would be perceptive to a ceremony inspired by the Mexican traditions. But, it was too late to change anything in the plan.
She saw a few bands of Rain Warriors, dressed in beautiful costumes of blue and green feathers, starting their dances in different corners of the piazza. Half-naked, with their muscular bodies shining in the flare of the three huge bonfires lit on the square, the wild movements of their dance perfectly synchronised, the warriors immediately attracted the full attention of the crowd, especially of its female half.
[/color]Dancing Rain Warriors[color=66FFFF]
She raised her right had, and the air above the piazza exploded with the sound of the Drums That Tear Your Heart Out, cleverly positioned around the square to enclose the crowd in their vibration. The drums started slowly, their first beat making the crowd cry out in a mixture of horror and fascination; and soon their beat began to pulsate faster, faster, deafening everyone, taking control of the rhythm of their thoughts and of the pace of their movements, and cutting the outside reality away from their minds. The skilful drummers played with the crowd, teased it by changing the rhythm, pausing suddenly in complete silence, making the drums sound gentle and then menacing in a spellbinding, savage melody; and soon enough the people demanded only for this sound to continue.
She turned to Scarlet Mist, who stood next to her in a costume of a Catholic Minister. ‘Well?’
‘The cavalry has landed without hindrance, and is now moving onto the city from the west. They will be here at a designated time.’
She nodded.
The next stage of the crowd control had to begin, for more and more city people flocked towards the piazza attracted by the sounds of music and rumours of free drink. The crowd would need to be made an accomplice in the Mexica’s plan of bloodless taking of the city. If this failed, there would be no way but to attack and kill the majority of them, conveniently collected in one place.
‘The local army?’ she asked Scarlet Mist.
‘They have positioned themselves to the East of Vatican. This is both good and bad news for us. For the reports on our cavalry's landing have probably reached them by now, despite the Rain Warriors capturing anyone whom they found travelling towards the city.’
‘Yes.’
They waited for a while longer. As soon as she perceived some weariness in the crowd, which was getting tired of noise, dancing, and drinking, Precious Broken Plume clicked her fingers.
‘It’s time!’ she said.
There was still no sign of Angry Bumblebee. [/color]
In front of her, beyond a wide balcony, a vast crowd of Romans drank and danced on the Piazza. She could see huge barrels with wine here and there, open stalls with free food, and small bands of local dancers keeping the crowd busy.
She looked at the Pope’s clothes laid out carefully on a stool near the balcony. She clutched her fists, for the man supposed to wear these clothes was still not back. All frantic attempts of the Scarlet Mist’s agents to find him were in vain: no one knew where Angry Bumblebee was. She had a strange vision a while ago, a vision in which Lord Fu-sag, the sweet God of Love from her ancestral Maya lands, came to her and told her things she refused to believe. Her husband in a whorehouse? Of course, she did not tell anyone of that vision.
Scarlet Mist finished listening to a courier from the sea coast and walked up to her, looking miserable.
‘My Lady, the ship entered visibility from land. In a while, everyone in Papal States… and in the neighbouring countries too… of course… will know that a large armada is nearing the shores.’
‘Good,’ she said firmly.
‘Good?’
‘Good.’
‘But…’
She walked up to the pile of the Pope’s clothes, and caressed the rich material. ‘What’s left of the old man’s skin?’ she asked.
‘Well, not much, I guess.’
‘I only need his face.’
The minister looked at her as if he heard one of the ancient statues speak: ‘What?’
‘Yes. Bring me his face. I am too dark for the illusion to work.’
‘You can not possibly… no, no! That’s out of the question. The crowds…’
The woman turned away from him and stood in silence for a while. She then clapped her hands and began to sing, softly at first, without words, just a melody. Suddenly, she turned around to face the Minister, who made a step back, overwhelmed by the energy in her face. She stamped her foot and sang very loudly, clapping out the rhythm:
And now I can laugh,
as I raise my songs,
I, Angry Bumblebee.
With this I gladden the Giver of Life,
Let the dance begin!’
It was the ancient battle song of the Mexica, adopted by her husband as his personal hymn to be sung only in the time of war. A hymn almost forgotten, for its words have not sounded for more than three bundles of years. It had been a long time since the Mexica had last declared a war.
Scarlet Mist had no choice but to join the sacred song, and they sang it to the end together, dancing slowly around the chair with the Papal clothes on it.
Precious Broken Plume stopped singing as suddenly as she began, and jabbed her elegantly curved but very firm finger at Scarlet Mist’s chest:
‘Listen and comply. Great Speaker is absent at the time of declaration of war. I take over. If you have a problem, tell me now, because I can hear that the animals in the menagerie are still hungry.’ The Minister suppressed an urgent desire to swallow. ‘You will send half of the Rain Warriors to the ports to clear way for an immediate amphibious invasion. You will order Pope’s face skin to be brought here. You will comply with the rest of the plan, for you are the only government official in the New World and I need your help now. Understood? Good. Go and comply!’ and she used a word which made Scarlet Mist wink. For he had only heard this word once in his life, a long time ago, from a toothless mouth of an old slave whose only cocoa bean got stolen in a market. That was a very, very bad word.
He bowed slowly, wondering why Precious Broken Plume went so mad at him (for he, of course, had no idea about her conversation with Lord Fu-sag and of the information He gave her).
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Later in the evening, when the darkness fell, everything was ready.
Precious Broken Plume came out to the balcony, dressed in the Pope’s clothes. She was wearing the Pope’s face.
She looked down, at the merrily drinking crowd, and wondered again if the local crowd would be perceptive to a ceremony inspired by the Mexican traditions. But, it was too late to change anything in the plan.
She saw a few bands of Rain Warriors, dressed in beautiful costumes of blue and green feathers, starting their dances in different corners of the piazza. Half-naked, with their muscular bodies shining in the flare of the three huge bonfires lit on the square, the wild movements of their dance perfectly synchronised, the warriors immediately attracted the full attention of the crowd, especially of its female half.
[/color]Dancing Rain Warriors[color=66FFFF]
She raised her right had, and the air above the piazza exploded with the sound of the Drums That Tear Your Heart Out, cleverly positioned around the square to enclose the crowd in their vibration. The drums started slowly, their first beat making the crowd cry out in a mixture of horror and fascination; and soon their beat began to pulsate faster, faster, deafening everyone, taking control of the rhythm of their thoughts and of the pace of their movements, and cutting the outside reality away from their minds. The skilful drummers played with the crowd, teased it by changing the rhythm, pausing suddenly in complete silence, making the drums sound gentle and then menacing in a spellbinding, savage melody; and soon enough the people demanded only for this sound to continue.
She turned to Scarlet Mist, who stood next to her in a costume of a Catholic Minister. ‘Well?’
‘The cavalry has landed without hindrance, and is now moving onto the city from the west. They will be here at a designated time.’
She nodded.
The next stage of the crowd control had to begin, for more and more city people flocked towards the piazza attracted by the sounds of music and rumours of free drink. The crowd would need to be made an accomplice in the Mexica’s plan of bloodless taking of the city. If this failed, there would be no way but to attack and kill the majority of them, conveniently collected in one place.
‘The local army?’ she asked Scarlet Mist.
‘They have positioned themselves to the East of Vatican. This is both good and bad news for us. For the reports on our cavalry's landing have probably reached them by now, despite the Rain Warriors capturing anyone whom they found travelling towards the city.’
‘Yes.’
They waited for a while longer. As soon as she perceived some weariness in the crowd, which was getting tired of noise, dancing, and drinking, Precious Broken Plume clicked her fingers.
‘It’s time!’ she said.
There was still no sign of Angry Bumblebee. [/color]
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Fu-sag eased his body into the hammock he had setup on the moon. With a bag of popcorn as his only companion, he sat back to watch the festivities. Mortals don't believe what their own gods are telling them? What is the world coming to?
That's for me to know and you to find out.
Oh, hello, Master T. I say, it's a bit thick when you go to all the trouble of giving a human a vision to assure them that her husband hasn't disappeared, and she goes off her nut because he's in a house of disrupte. Even when I assure her that any hanky-panky will be avenged.
Humans will do what humans do. Can I have some popcorn?
Help yourself.
That's for me to know and you to find out.
Oh, hello, Master T. I say, it's a bit thick when you go to all the trouble of giving a human a vision to assure them that her husband hasn't disappeared, and she goes off her nut because he's in a house of disrupte. Even when I assure her that any hanky-panky will be avenged.
Humans will do what humans do. Can I have some popcorn?
Help yourself.
Ohh, what a mess a short absence makes.
Judas Maccabeus floated above the city of Rome. He had heard Precious Broken Plume swear not to destroy the great basilica there; but he didn't want anything to be destroyed.
Each piece of architecture is a wonder. This area has been my favourite for the last five centuries... and now it will be destroyed!
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Yep, the Europhile god Judas Maccabeus is back. If you ever need a god to keep Europe in decent order after the invasion, I'm here.
His color is .
Judas Maccabeus floated above the city of Rome. He had heard Precious Broken Plume swear not to destroy the great basilica there; but he didn't want anything to be destroyed.
Each piece of architecture is a wonder. This area has been my favourite for the last five centuries... and now it will be destroyed!
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Yep, the Europhile god Judas Maccabeus is back. If you ever need a god to keep Europe in decent order after the invasion, I'm here.
His color is .
I have added two pictures into the Cast of characters here:
4.a. Madame Laura after her death
5. The Judge
4.a. Madame Laura after her death
5. The Judge
Hilarious, Sasha.Um, let me get this straight: if we stick the dagger in any human, that human becomes possessed by Madame Laura's soul, which is under the jurisdiction of Eochaitl?
Originally posted by fusag
Um, let me get this straight: if we stick the dagger in any human, that human becomes possessed by Madame Laura's soul, which is under the jurisdiction of Eochaitl?
Thanks
Exactly, that's the idea as I understand it from Eochaid. First stabbing puts her soul into the poor sod's body, and the second stabbing returns her soul back into the dagger and kills the body...
I am now working on the god's orgchart (with characters they can control) which I will post shortly.
EDIT: also added the picture of Hungry Coyote (#6 in the list)
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Originally posted by Gaijin de Moscu
Thanks
Exactly, that's the idea as I understand it from Eochaid. First stabbing puts her soul into the poor sod's body, and the second stabbing returns her soul back into the dagger and kills the body...
Precisely, Gospodin de Moscu. Unlike some people seem to think, Lady Lara is very much alive. I know this must have been an unforseen twist... but hey, people wouldn't hate Lord Eochaitl if he didn't do stuff like that. And remember...
[COLOR=FFCC00]Maccabeus is usefulness while Eochaitl is necessity[/COLOR]
This is a working org-chart with the Gods and the Characters they can control in the story.
Judge is not a God yet - but he can control the character of The Judge. He exchanged a temple for a pleasure house...
Judge is not a God
yet - but he can control the character of The Judge. He exchanged a temple for a pleasure house...
Hungry Coyote arrives
Hungry Coyote slipped his feet into the warm sea water and felt the fine sand caressing them as he stepped out of the small boat that had taken him ashore.
“This is good, we’ll land here.” He turned to his companions, still waiting in the boat.
"Yes, my Lord!" The Rainwarriors cried out. They waved back to the anchored Aztec ships using big pieces of blue cloth, which caused frantic activity as new boats were put into the water and small groups of Rainwarriors started rowing ashore.
Hungry Coyote walked up from the water and slumped to his knees on the beach.
So tired, so very tired. The endless squabbling among the Northern tribes. How unfortunate that some of them only understood arguments coming from the tip of obsidian swords.
He lifted his scarred hands and looked at them, following each line and inspecting each grain of sand stuck in them.
So old, so very old.
He felt salt water stinging his unhealed wounds.
At least some things are the same, no matter where you go.
Suddenly, a fresh sea breeze gently touched his long, black hair and blew wisps of it across his face. Hungry Coyote rose to his feet, took a spear from the boat and placed it firmly in the sand. He produced a piece of blue cloth, similar to that of his Rainwarriors’, and stuck it to the sharp, obsidian end of the spear.
“I claim this land for Master T, ruler of the place-that-is-not-a-place, Creator of the Universe and father of all Gods!” Hungry Coyote yelled. “We are your playthings!”
He felt every hair on his body rising. It was that dense, familiar feeling in the air.
“We bring your wisdom to these lands!”
A gentle, cold rain started falling from a clear sky. It washed Hungry Coyote as he stood, looking upwards with a curious smile on his face. This was his element, not the dull, monotonous living in Technotitlan. Enough pipes had been smoked, enough armies sent to conquer. It felt almost as if the drops of rain went through his skin, as if his old, worn-out body had needed to drink.
A blessing by Lord Commandantl, may the most precious water of a thousand cactus fruits be given unto Him!
His heart throbbed violently, pounding like war drums. He raised his obsidian sword and let out a war cry.
Hungry Coyote had come to Europe.
Hungry Coyote slipped his feet into the warm sea water and felt the fine sand caressing them as he stepped out of the small boat that had taken him ashore.
“This is good, we’ll land here.” He turned to his companions, still waiting in the boat.
"Yes, my Lord!" The Rainwarriors cried out. They waved back to the anchored Aztec ships using big pieces of blue cloth, which caused frantic activity as new boats were put into the water and small groups of Rainwarriors started rowing ashore.
Hungry Coyote walked up from the water and slumped to his knees on the beach.
So tired, so very tired. The endless squabbling among the Northern tribes. How unfortunate that some of them only understood arguments coming from the tip of obsidian swords.
He lifted his scarred hands and looked at them, following each line and inspecting each grain of sand stuck in them.
So old, so very old.
He felt salt water stinging his unhealed wounds.
At least some things are the same, no matter where you go.
Suddenly, a fresh sea breeze gently touched his long, black hair and blew wisps of it across his face. Hungry Coyote rose to his feet, took a spear from the boat and placed it firmly in the sand. He produced a piece of blue cloth, similar to that of his Rainwarriors’, and stuck it to the sharp, obsidian end of the spear.
“I claim this land for Master T, ruler of the place-that-is-not-a-place, Creator of the Universe and father of all Gods!” Hungry Coyote yelled. “We are your playthings!”
He felt every hair on his body rising. It was that dense, familiar feeling in the air.
“We bring your wisdom to these lands!”
A gentle, cold rain started falling from a clear sky. It washed Hungry Coyote as he stood, looking upwards with a curious smile on his face. This was his element, not the dull, monotonous living in Technotitlan. Enough pipes had been smoked, enough armies sent to conquer. It felt almost as if the drops of rain went through his skin, as if his old, worn-out body had needed to drink.
A blessing by Lord Commandantl, may the most precious water of a thousand cactus fruits be given unto Him!
His heart throbbed violently, pounding like war drums. He raised his obsidian sword and let out a war cry.
Hungry Coyote had come to Europe.
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Excellent, Andreas!
Great development for the storyline, as Hungry Coyote will be much more useful here in Europe...
Plus, this kind of aggressive taking control of the plot makes it for a more exciting co-writing, I believe.
I now feel that this AAR is becoming a game of its own
Great development for the storyline, as Hungry Coyote will be much more useful here in Europe...
Plus, this kind of aggressive taking control of the plot makes it for a more exciting co-writing, I believe.
I now feel that this AAR is becoming a game of its own