Winter 159 AC

My travels north across the vast plains surrounding Golgotterath led me to a hostile flying creature known as a Venusian Archer. Immune to lightning, this insectoid appears to react quickly to threats. If I could only bend him and others of the same ilk to my will... no matter, I will leave him be for now. He does not know yet, but he will submit or perish.

The immediate area includes an air shard and some wild game. Both resources are needed to expand my power. Furthemore, the area to the northeast appears adequate to support another settlement. Duly noted.

Winter 161 AC

These mindless brutes are no match for my wits or braun especially when blinded. Good riddance to the foul beast - the area is now clear to expand.

Winter 163 AC - Turn 20

FP 7. Highest are the Elves at 18. After founding the 2nd city swung west to clear the mob around the air shard. Cleared it with no problems. Two mite armies decided to encroach and attack both the Skeleton King and Warmaster Skrymir - Skrymir squashed them with his giant feet. Finished researching mounted warfare, the King is now mounted. Skrymir, being a Giant, cannot ride normal horses. Researching leatherworking to equip sov and champ with armor. Capital making a scout to find and recruit additional champions. 2nd settlement focusing on production buildings.

"Your plans are taking shape quite nicely, my skinny little friend" bellowed Warmaster Skrymir. "Yes, as intended" I replied. "I need you to head south and look for the roaming wolves. Determine where they are coming from. I'm going to head northwest and scout the area for our 3rd settlement. There also appear to be a few inns up that way. Stay on task, Skrymir, and we'll reap the spoils together. I suspect others are out there consolidating power - report immediately if you see or hear anything."

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Yay!

Nice read, makes me want to try out the mod myself!

Summer 164 AC

My travels north of Golgotterath, beyond the range of hills, led me to a pair of Humble Inns. I entered the first... the glare of the lanterns and candles, the raucous laughter, all proverbially got under my skin. Patrons shied away and began to whisper, some left, while one maniacally looked my way, eyes darting to the left and the right. I approached and the man motioned me to sit. The crazy look in his eyes, the wild gray hair in disarray, attracted my interest. "Tell me of your need, wildman, and I may decide to assist. Or I may decide to kill you." He proceeded to tell me he was a merchant and that a band of darklings, led by Brunthus the Tenebrous, had taken over his shop. He was desperate, and with proper deference, promised a magical shield for my aid. Very well. I will kill Brunthus, take the shield, and if it suits my fancy let the fearful merchant live... or die. After all, I need minions...

Winter 164 AC

My scouts tell me of an ancient keep, with a river of blood flowing into, and not out of the rusted gates. Can this be true? What kind of power wills into existence an entire river of blood? Where does all this blood come from and where is it going? Regardless, this keep is near my next bastion of power. The secrets will be mine and I will evolve them. I can feed the pool with the blood of the recently alive and keep the bones as animated minions. Glorious!

Fall 166 AC

After exploring the nearby bear cave we headed southwest and stumbled across a pavillion. Outside, practicing various forms of swordplay, was a righteouos looking Amarian. We approached, and he pointed his weapon at my chest. He yelled, "You are death. I am Irwan and represent life. Begone now, or feel my wrath!" With a slight turn of my head towards Warmaster Skrymir, I nodded towards Irwan and replied "I welcome you as a minion. Drain his blood, Skrymir." And we attacked. The righteous devil was tougher than he appeared. Skrymir narrowly avoided a grievous wound while I suffered scrapes and bruises. No pain, no gain.

Irwan's Dwelling:

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Turn 40 - FP 15. Greenskin is highest at 38. Minor setback in the west - lost a scout unit trying to sneak past a band of ophidians. Golem pioneer unit in southeast looking to settle, trying to intercept with scout unit and keep from settling. Almost have pioneer unit ready to found 4th city far to the west, and another ready to settle to the east (but there is a cave bear needing culling). Plenty of $$ available to finance an army or pay wages to further champs - unfortunately none found thus far. Things look stable. Save.

Winter 168 AC

I find the new settlement of Erauwa... pleasureable. The blood tainted trees, the ancient keep, the crimson liquid flowing over my bones. There is a power here, a force, that both itches and scratches. It's at the same time euphoric and miserable - what is it doing to me? Up north there is a section of bedrock which looks useable somehow. What secrets lie there? My attention will turn but I must first rid the area of these nuisance life forms.

Kingdom Report:

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Skeleton King (I can't get over how cool those eyes look inside the rusty helm):

Warmaster Skrymir:

Tunr 5- FP 18. Highest are the Greenskin at 63. Founded 4th settlement. Have 3-4 more possible spots, still in expansion mode. Lost a bone spearmen unit to miscalculating a blinded ogre... that club hurts. North and northwest area of empire now pacified. Continued expansion via new settlement spots and outposts to make the empire contiguous. Turning attention to the south and east. Save.

Summer 171 AC

Stupid minions. My first real creations ground into dust by that brutish ogre. He was blinded, and could not see, swinging that damn club around. Was it my mistake for not directing them out of harm's way? No, it was their fault for being weak. I made them strong and they failed me. Well, there's plenty of them bones... the next ones will be smarter.

Surprisingly, the Golems appear, at least on the surface, to be on good terms. As well as the Centaurs. Good, I still have things to do before they get my attention. They don't want my attention.

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Fall 172 AC

My scouts report Lochean founded an outpost far to the southeast near a prime settleable spot. Ordinarily I wouldn't care but his actions have disturbed a Forest Drake, whom is now wandering the land. This does not bode well for the new location. May need to adjust my plans - this drake is too powerful at the moment. Ahh, no matter, my dominion is inevitable. I am immortal thus time is neutral.

Turn 60 - FP 18. Highest are Greenskin at 75. Continuing expansion to south and east. A number of tougher mobs out there that need clearing to make settlement less risky. All available slots are at risk for immediate attack from a mob or with a single zoc expansion, force lair mobs to start wandering. Not yet ready for that. Have all 4 cities building bone spearmen to supplement both sov and champs, as well as increase FP. Save.

Winter 173 AC

It's been 15 years... where has the time gone? My power is spreading, bringing MY order to this land. There are others doing the same, true, but they cannot match me. War will come soon, whether I start it or not. Must ready my horde of minions...

This loose forest drake must be dealt with. I can blind him, haste our forces, but he is still formidable. Need a settlement down here, for roads, for more production, a buffer against the Golems and Centaurs. I see indication of another race in forest garb although we have not yet made contact. Events are starting to escalate. The next 15 years will not look like the first.

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