Apologies, it seems I reposted the blurb from the previous turn. Without further ado:

Turn 15
GLOBAL DISASTER: The long dimming of the sun continues unabated. Starvation and desolation, especially in the unreasonably long winter continues, with many forced into hard decisions. The first frost of winter (always too soon) often marks the quiet departure of the elderly into forests and plains. One particularly vicious winter entire villages seemingly enter a feral state together, transforming into a cannibal cult when faced with impossible decisions.

>>6158946
>Domo
As magepriests and Domo settlers scatter across the planes they find scattered and broken people eager for any to unify them back together into a people, and desperate for aid in the face of the everwinter. Unfortunately they also find the bureaucrats, settlers and preachers of the Barza, who are also finding fertile ground for their guidance. Ultimately the region becomes a patchwork of villages swearing allegiance to different lords, but with both the Barza and Domo armies occupied elsewhere the conflict largely remains a cultural and religious one, with neither nation truly asserting true control over the area.
Where the Domo control does take root though the remnants of the Vizari ways are absorbed into the Domo traditions. The precise mathematical nature of Vizari golem craft is applied to the animistic mud golems of the Domo, resulting in a highly refined Eternal Watchmen, a body of baked clay housing the spirit of a honored warrior or shaman.

>>6159000
>Guliseare
The smiths of Guliseare set to work refining their craft, experimenting with various alloys and techniques, developing techniques for the creation of lightweight armors that should help the aerial skirmishers stay safer in the air against the arrows of the lessers.
A technique to help modulate the height of the new experimental airships is created. By filling a thin membrane of cloth with hot air a small amount of lift can be generated or vented easily. In a properly balanced vessel this is enough for altitude control, an acolytes meditation on the light of Aelelox can be sufficient to raise the craft into the air, and simply venting the air by lifting a cloth flap can allow the ship to drop. Fighting the wind on the other hand is providing a difficult task.

>>6159943
>Ordalan
Hunger stalks Ordelan, more deadly and persistent than any elf lord on their drakes. The chill of the everwinter has snuffed out many isolated villages, and worse still proved a constant distraction for many of those same villages are rising up from the dead, drawing away the pyre axes to extinguish the grim threat. Other isolated villages fall to cannibalism, their surrounding roads falling into disrepair as they become little more than bandit-cults. New hunting grounds are established as quickly as possible on the border with Barza, who seems to be handling the crisis better than most thanks to a new innovation of their geomancy.
Desperate for more warriors for the front lines, Ordelan enlists Anelk slaves with promises of freedom, sending hundreds of the bird folk to the front lines with little more than a tunic and a simple spear. Still, in the first early clashes at the tail end of the tyrn they provide effective and even loyal, with many talking excitedly of a new life should they survive the war.

>>6160105
>Krovian Bands
Krovians surge across the straight, looking for new hunting grounds and new food in the face of the everwinter. They settle onto the familiar sandy dunes, living off fish and adapting old Vizari water stones for blood rituals.They find a vast chasm on the sight of the old Vizari fortress and soon the location becomes home to brutal games of bloodsport between Krawl and Krovian, with pulse shamans gathering the blood as an offering to the great chasm. Far below the shamans feel the power of pulse gathering, concentrating, transforming.
It seems there may be a bit of disagreement on where the boundaries for the bloodsport lie--for as the Krovians muster in the province they have set aside for bloodsport, ravenous Krawl-forms roam a wide swathe of the desert, killing, consuming and sacrificing Vizari and Krove alike.

>>6160183
>Vitruvia
Jold is a curious, and dangerous metal to be sure. In most practical applications the metal must be regularly cleaned to purge it of dangerous buildup of its patina, though some speculate the patina should instead be harvested and used as a fuel of some sort. Still it is a sturdy and tough metal, and the golden sheen quickly finds itself into use in weapons and tools both, though stories do spring up occasionally of old sheds being filled with dangerous levels of jold patina, then exploding in a burst of lightning in the midst of a gentle rainstorm.
The new Mechanism workshop sets to work finding uses for jold. The most difficult task for most devices is finding a means to prevent it from shocking the user, most jold devices end up being thrown as a result, or are only used by pain resistant polymyria who simply ignore the arcing burns caused. Perhaps some sort of insulator could be found in the jungles?

>>6160332
>Venks
The grand docks in the bay of Rudam have a singular mission in the face of the everwinter, staving off the ugly spectre of starvation. And indeed the construction of the docks will be viewed as wisdom for tyrns to come for the everwinter drags on with miserable harvests and weak faltering summers, as just off the shore is found a great abundance of dogfish, easily fished with pole or net. The bounty of the sea, hauled in by crew after crew and painstakingly brined, preserved and shipped to hungry villages across the land helps to stave off many grim outcomes that are occurring in other lands. Aid also arrives from across freshwater as well, with foodstuffs arriving from Habitun, though much of it is quite strange and unusual, many claim they have never seen the like, with many peculiar meats, fruits and grains present.

>>6160641
>Orcmanie
Port Sainac is rebuilt, larger and finer than before, with great pillars of red granite built far out into the water and a sprawling boardwalk built upon it. The entire area becomes something of a community center, with never ending faire like attitude enveloping it even in the midst of the everwinter, with children running about gawking at sailors as they unload wild frost chimeras caught in the north or set sail to the island in the north. Games and stalls and entertainers fill the area, where dock workers aren’t moving the latest shipment of fish in from the sea to feed the hungry victims of the everwinter.
Joining the fish is the latest discovery of the white island, what the locals call Hot Root. This hardy plant grows barrel shaped snow white tubers that often prove a struggle to remove from the ground. Though potently spicy the tuber proves a critical foodstock as it is largely unaffected by the everywinter and the hillsides of the frozen island are covered in vast numbers of wild crop. Spiced and salted fish stews rapidly become the favored meal of those who work in the grim winters.
Attempts to track down the unaccounted for changelings of the nation unfortunately are stymied by time and the relative unimportance of those being tracked. Evidence points to them still being within Orcmanie, though exactly where is difficult to say. Perhaps more investigation will turn something up.

>>6160674
>Barza
Prayers rise from the desperate people to the holy one above. The everwinter continues unabated, unbroken, each feeble summer and long winter following the next. The kingdom of Barza fairs better than most, its bureaucracy letting it track and manage villages in distress, but ultimately it is a triage of starvation and hunger made worse by banditry of the equally desperate. The prayers of the faithful are not in vain however. As yet another early winter begins to creep in, threatening an already meager harvest, there is a great rumbling in the earth. In the mountains over Barzaenium the mountain cracks, and great plumes of steam rise up. Boiling water races down the mountainside, joining into a stream of steaming water that rushes down the hills and into the farmland of Barza. The warmth of the new river revitalizea the farmland, protecting it from winter until the harvest comes in.
Barzantine soldiers and settlers march forth to find the land fiercely defended by a tribe of stunted creatures. A few veterans of the old wars identify them as Domo, raiders and savages who kidnap innocents for gruesome rituals. Land to the west proves easier to settle, though it does bring Barzantines uncomfortably close to the fungus-infested lands of the Krawl.

>>6160751
>Habitun
The council of Inter-Habitun is a mess of contradictions, cultural mishaps, and conversion errors. No small number of accidents, misunderstandings and mistakes occur on the basis of mixed up mathematics (Habitun 88’s members all have four fingers and count in base 8, and the less said about the haughty attitudes of 83 the better. Every nation seems to have some small variance on the standard weights and measures, apparently all tracing back to a chaotic accident a survey team had nearly five hundred years ago. It is no small effort to convince all nations to adopt a single unified system of measurements, numbers, and terminology (Stige 7 still insists on referring to portals as doors) but once done it does result in a remarkable increase in efficiency.
The efficiency proves critical as Habitun and Skrit forces (and friendly alternate Guliseare forces as well) from across multiple universes band together to push back the menace of the wasp variant Skrit. While initial assaults prove failure difficult, with some analysis Central manages to concoct a disruptive chemical concoction that temporarily breaks the mental control of the parasitic wasps over their victims. With the sudden surge of rebellions the coalition forces manage to push the expansionist slavers into a retreat, though the war is far from over.
In more mundane news the cave fish projects prove quite effective, with the greedy fish gladly devouring the dead horror worm flesh, and the cave slime, algae, and fungus that grows from it. Supplies of fish, heavily processed horror worm and extradimensional food stuffs flow out along trade routes, greatly alleviating the suffering of the everwinter around Supkha.

>>6160805
>Vizari
Black marble stands out in this new world of blinding white. The dark-tinted glass that begins to arrive from the north pairs well with the cold shine of the stone. Boneyard mammoths are the accumulation of ancient bones and pelts, piled together and given life by some unknown magic. The oldest mammoths have ancient runes inscribed into their bones, the meanings and origin of which elude even the best scholars of the Vizari.

>>6162115
>The Urotti
The settlers of the snowy plains have taken on a local creature for a pack animal, though many have come to regret it. The Yeti Sloth is a massive lumbering creature covered in a thick layer of shaggy fur, foul tempered and prone to biting, spitting, and grumbling, but there’s no denying the use of the creature's shaggy wool and incredible capacity for carrying cargo, even if it is a bit slow.
Fear of the sun’s demise begins to grip the land in a fever, and the beliefs of habitun begin to sweep across the land. Chief among these beliefs is a panicked need to move key infrastructure beyond the light of the sun. Mushroom cellars are dug beneath the land, fed with the detritus of lumberyards and farms and snow melt and only ever seen by the dim light of a rune lantern. Sawdust and potato peels are offered, and rats kept out, and in return mycelium fruits are given. Common White Buttons are a typical foodstock, though Mountain Lace, and Ooze Cap provide some much needed flavors and textures, and other smaller niche products pop up as well.

>>6162425
Beleaguered by foes on all sides, the armies of Ordelan are eager for any recruits that can be found, and changeling agents find it quite trivial to join the forces of Ordelan. A few manage to find their way into positions aiding quartermasters, working as messengers, and other critical assistants where they discover a critical piece of information, Ordelan is deeply overstrained dealing with the everwinter, cults, bandits, and even patches of undead are springing up in isolated villages, providing a critical distraction.
There are several major obstacles to learning to mimic the magical styles of other nations. The first and simplest obstacle is simply knowledge. Vizari sorcerers for instance spend much of their life learning the fundamental skills and knowledge required to enact their magical arts, then further specialize into a variety of sub magics, again spending years acquiring a deep knowledge of the arts. Domo mystics form deep spiritual connections with ancient spirits of the land, Guliseare Acolytes must meditate and train deeply to learn the secrets of their arts, opening themselves up to the brilliance of their god. Even a Barza geomancer is a heavily trained individual who can enact complex magic with a casual muscle memory like efficiency only learned after hundreds if not thousands of drills and casts of the same spells. For any one spy to learn the skills to mimic such a role would take years, no number of interviews and conversations with visiting foreigners can change that. Naturally, changeling spies cheat. A simple set of illusion spells are developed, insufficient for serious displays of power, but enough that they can mimic a variety of simple sensations and effects, the flash and heat of a burst of flame, the whisper of a Ordelan songbow, the warm light of a Guliseare Acolyte. None of these effects are real of course, merely sensations brushing against the outermost layer mind of observers, but they are often enough to let a spy bypass scrutiny for a few critical moments.
The everwinter drags on and proves particularly rough on the changeling city states. Already dependent on outsiders for most of their food, save the ailing orchards of Bahay, the people of the Tagaya city states are suffering brutal levels of starvation, especially distant Urong who fares worst of all. A grim madness seems to seize many of the people there, causing them to shift into fish-man hybrids and vanish into the sea, never to be seen again.

>>6162348
>Turquoise Turbans
On the limited grasslands the Turbans control new farms spring up to fight off the hunger and desperation of the everwinter. The staple crop of the region is the Mediokre, a bland but filling tuber that grows like a weed, perhaps because only the hungriest of animals will stoop to consuming it. Fortunately Turban merchants soon master the art of mixing it with a variety of spices and other ingredients, bulking up otherwise lacking meals.
Should their culinary skills not be enough to dissuade the Krovians, Godeliva, the Steel Queen herself, sets to work commissioning a mighty fortress to protect the iron mines, sparing no expense to set palisades of steel deep into the ground all around and no small number of vicious barbed spike and hooks along its thick walls.

>>6162700
>The Krawl
As the corpses of the dead and are delivered to the great chasm a growing sense of unease begins to develop between the high minds of the Krawl. Something is growing and developing down in the darkness below, though what exactly is quite beyond them. No connection to the hive mind of the Krawl develops, whatever forms in the darkness below as Krovian shamans chant and pour blood from the hunting grounds into the pit is without a doubt its own master.

>>6163091
>Skrit
Other nations might have found the parasitic body snatching wasps a nightmarish horror and difficult to stomach, but for the Skrit it is simply another colony of insects to subjugate then employ. Captured nests of the wasps are doused in chemicals to subdue them, then drug back to Central to be analyzed and integrated. Their nature as puppeteers of other creatures is slightly hindered by their alien biology to this world, native life tends to perish after but a few weeks of being piloted by Central.
Great swarms of the Skrit set to work building a new colony in the jungles on the southern shores of the Tarn. There they find the bones of those who come before some tiny race with no small proclivity for companionship for insects, though unfortunately they live on only in the alternate roads of this world. More pressing than echoes of might have beens though is the presence of the Krawl, a rival hive mind of gelatinous creatures, clearly bred more for war than anything else. It remains to be seen how interaction between these nations might play out.

>>6163135
>Adenai Confederacy
Adenai prepares itself for a long war even while confidently proclaiming this one is but a moment from its end. Advanced tactics and advanced motivations meant to keep men in the fight, mind and body, longer than their enemy are instituted. Much of this is funded by the sale of surplus food to the changeling cities who are hit particularly hard by the everwinter. Adenai is better placed than most nations to withstand the ravages of the everwinter, with ample farmland and plundered hunting grounds bolstering its food supplies. The changeling cities in particular pay a premium for any grain Adenai can spare and that funding flows directly into pay and luxuries for the soldiers of the war. Only the fates can tell for sure who the war front will favor though.

>WARS

> Krovian - Krawl Lumbermill Brawl
Lacking the organization of a true battle formation, the Krovian bands founder against even light Krawl defenses. For the moment the Krawl maintain their control over the lumberyard, fending off more and more aggressive assaults from local Krovians, though presumably the Krovians will take the lumberyard eventually, should the Krawl not see this failure as a sign of weakness.

> The Civilizing War
> Rose Garden Battle
The Barza forces meet the Domo in battle amidst the vast fields of roses. At the height of the battle the Barza call magma up from deep within the earth, but receive so much more than they expected. The bones of Domo past, unearthed by the geomantic might, jump to life and storm the Barza lines. As geomancers are scattered in panic, the volcanic spell they are casting goes out of control. Soon the fields of roses are blazing merrily, forcing both sides into retreat as the Rose Garden burns. Glum-faced Barzan officers draw straws to determine who writes home about the results of the battle.

>The Main Front
Guilsearan forces sweep into Adenai territory, cutting through lands depleted of their garrisons by the war to the south. Westward progress is halted by a stone fort the locals call “Castra Orienta”, whose squat walls defend against searing strike and aerial assault alike. Still, the advance is sufficient to trap the invading Adenai in a cauldron, their previously bountiful supply lines cut down to what little can be moved piecemeal on barges over the Orienta river.
Hunger, cannibals and resurgences of undead are proving a deadly distraction, and Changeling spies are feeding much information to Adenai. The Nixen feel beset on every side by shadows and traitors, and paranoia proves as lethal as any sword or blade. Avila pulls her Queensguard from the front to prepare a counter invasion, keeping her plans close to her chest to avoid exposure by the Changeling spies she knows infest her military. Followers of Janos assume the worst, that the queen and her Shwaerz backers are preparing to mount a self-coup to purge other faithful from positions of power. Nixen crowd the streets of Sturnes in protest, while a few Janos-aligned generals divert their troops from the front in anticipation of an attempt on their lives. The twice-weakened front cannot hold up to the Adenai attack, and collapses. Only a frantic recommitment of the Queens own troops saves Sturnes, though her hopes of a counterattack are dashed in the process.
Rumors of Lucius’s half-divinity have nearly become doctrine among the Adenai as the young Patriarch leads the army from strength to strength. The enemy seems to melt away in his path, it is rumored that his mere presence causes Nixen chariots to sunder and Ash-Tigers to flee. Lucius advances his forces to the very brink of Sturnes, so close that the roofs of city buildings could be picked out from one another. Though his men are pushed back somewhat by a desperate counterattack, elf and human alike can feel that Sturnes--and victory?--are within their grasp.

~~~~~END OF TURN 15~~~~~~

> Missionary Addendum (Again)

Only the most courageous of missionaries dare to enter Krovian territory, and there is little expectation for them to return. And indeed many of them perish to Krovian aggression. Yet the determination of the survivors earns respect among the Krovians, and from that respect the missionaries form an ideology blending the Pulse with Luxosophic faith that makes good inroads with into Krovian culture.

>>6163897
Report on Lesser Activities to Cyra, Noreusper of Guliseare, executioner of Thessa, bane of Kaenum, unifier of the Aripan, Ruler of all the hallowed mountains, Aelelox's chosen prophet, most blessed and holy Aripan to fly upon the skies and walk upon the earth.

The lessers we face are limited in number as the majority of their forces are elsewhere dealing with the Ordelan. For some reason, our forces seem to have instead of focusing on finishing the encirclement aimed to attack the fortress not far from Bahay... This has been rectified. As it stands, the Ordelan are sieged not only by the Lessers to our west but also some to the far south, and the Barzaentine seem to be defending the Ordelan's southern border from these strange lessers. Regardless, the situation for Ordelan is desperate. Our efforts must be concentrated if they are to survive. Fortunately, despite our...delays. We should be able to provide a major bit of relief to their beleaguered forces. Further, there are concerning rumors regarding movement by the Kaenumites to the north.

Your faithful servant, Kallixeina.

>Action One. Better Steelmaking (2/2)
Far better quality steelmaking techniques have been discovered, including lightweight armors that can even be worn by those in flight greater than that of leather. While still relatively thin and modest they are far better than the leather and cloth which was held before. Furthermore, new smithing has found incredibly durable blades that hold a deadly edge that even have a ray like pattern akin to the sun. A blessing to add to our arsenal to be sure, and weapons that surely will aid Guliseare in it's endeavors of war. May our smiths be the greatest in the world, better than any pale imitations the lessers can come up with.

>Action Two. Aelelox's Gentle Breeze.
The problem of moving a vessel in the air is difficult. Recent usage of a 'balloon' of cloth for enough lift to make a balance vessel is a useful step to allow us to solve the other early issues our vessels face. In fact the solution coming so soon is quite the blessing. Still, the first major step is that of movement. If we cannot find a way to be free of the winds we are doomed to be at their mercy. Two idea's have come from this. The first is a unique and new sail system, designed to be akin to the fins of fish. While hoped that this would potentially solve the issue of being at the winds mercy, this seemed to fail much like the old sails did. However, with the balloons, old sails were...impractical in most cases to say the least. The other was looking to Aelelox. The goddess whom we worship made not just the two greatest celestial objects, but the sky. So, some priests have delved into prayer and study in an attempt to learn how to harness the very winds of the sky. An avenue that should prove most useful to our efforts, as in conjunction with the fin like sails the biggest hurdle to the creation of these ships will be solved.

(War actions will be posted later.)

>>6163897
The world is askew, pulled taut by unworthy life. In the gaps of the braid, what is meant to be falls far earlier to the grasps of the Lord of the Earth before they are meant to. The westward cities of An and Koll sponsors ever-further fishing expeditions to south and west, daring the borders of the Slaugish weirdsea and the cursed west for schools of fish that hasn't feared the ships of men yet. Ever more arbitrary laws falls into place and cannibalism is accepted as a method of execution, for the Domo yearns for souls in a fading world.

>War Action: Let's Not Cross Another River
The plainsmen judge the insult inflicted by the Ordal to them fulfilled, and considers the sanctity of their ancient dead secured when they burn in the Earth's blood itself. The cities still pays though, and a large cohort of the boar riders with an insect swarm escort is hired by the Archpriest and Magnates to assault Sturnes itself with the Domo mercenaries. Some of the goods and rights they promise is conditioned under the no-immediate-blood-sacrifice in the hopes of the plainsmen moderating their behaviours.

>Action 1 & 2: The Second Lord-Priest(ess)
Some people live to see their grandchildren born to the world, while some may not even see the person they were meant to be before cessation. Some are tragically given the life to see their grandchildren's grandchildren before they descend to Kholan's grace. A fate of that third category is bestowed to a child to a Domo-(ex)Vizari pair, and with the world wrong, what should be a long and insignificant period in one's elder age of yearning for the secrets of the Vizari (The consequences of a lovestruck Domo being lenient to their partner whispering the secrets of matter to a child is immense.) is instead a particularly eventful childhood of absorbing nearly all of the Vizari remnant's lore and also being tutored in the arts and speech of the priesthood. Feats of great working is attributed to this child even before she was granted the vestments of the Magepriest, of lullabying fields to sleep in the winter, of convincing a Gruumtusk to gore itself so that its blood may feed its children, and most miraculous of all, of convincing the many spirits of life to orient itself to the wealth and booty of the deep earth rather than the waning sun. Ascending to the Lord-Priest's position on his death (his life stopped having much of a meaning when all the plains belonged to the Domo), life grows strange as more and more fall into her faction and learn the way of a bona fide Great Druid. How shroomish the rice feels like, the strange cries from the trees at dusk, or humanlike eyes on the boars and insects goes unprotested when one usually meets one of these druids to feast for the week.

Below the notice of many a priest, the encounter with Barzae forces stirs at-this-point forgotten memories, and some of the Domo dreams of burning gods and the Liberator in the wind for a while.

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>>6163898
The scene of Sturnes is not a pleasant one. Adenai did not reach the city, yet corpses litter its streets. Famine has taken its toll and the Nixen are too busy not freezing to death themselves to remove the bodies. Avila wanders the streets, lamenting the decline of Ordalan, and so soon after being crowned the new queen. What good were allies? Orcmanie sits idle, Tagagaya undermines us, Adenai starves us, Barza burns us, Vizari abandons us. And we thought we could take on the Nachetars. But Avila is queen, until death, so she shall see it through.

>Action 1: More hunting grounds, now southeast of the lumber mill. Desperation for food has us scour more of the forests for game.
While the desperate start to feast upon one another, the hunters of Eastern Ordalan delve yet more into the woods to look for game. There are meagre pickings, but as long as it staves off our starvation, it'll have to do.

>Action 2: The Red Hood Vagrants. Among the displaced, some take to the sword, fighting bandits and undead, becoming known for their red hoods.
With our first, second and third rate warriors out fighting the war, our lands become plagued with undeath and banditry, but Ordalan's fourth and fifth rate warriors are unable to keep order. Yet, among the desperate and homeless, arise a horde of vagabond warriors, tied to no church, instead they are adventuring bands, going where trouble is thick, fighting bandits and undead. These consist of unideal warriors, deemed unfit or unsavoury, but they come in great number, and while many die or fall to banditry, those that remain earn great respect. While there are a hundred different bands, they all are identified by the red hoods they wear. The nobles dub them the Red Hood Vagrants and give them permission to loot the dead. However, they also demand each Red Hood Vagrant register with a band, so they can threaten to decree a band as bandit should they fail to keep their members in line.

>War Plan: Avila's Charge. The Queen takes centre stage, her axe pointed at Lucius. Either to be her fall, or when the tide is turned.
The ancient walls of Sturnes are of no use, having been picked apart to build houses. Furthermore, we lose out on many of our strength limiting ourselves to city streets. Thus, we can defend no longer, we must attack. Queen Avila has a target in mind, the enemy commander, Lucius. They think him a god, then Avila shall face him. She will rally the armies of Ordalan, the Ashen Dawn, the Silver Storm, the Rosenfeuer and the Chaerda. The order is basic, the details are to be determined by each commander, as long as it's an attack. Avila herself will find where Lucious is leading from and strike at him. Having the blessings of Schwaerz and Janos she will be a dangerous opponent, combining the speed of Spark Step with the strength of Nixenzorn. Either she dies with her people, or she shall herald the dawn.

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>>6163976
>>6163912
>>6164024

The majority of the Lesser forces that we face are further to the south. The forces that went to the fortress that was briefly sieged are recalled from it and the commanders chastised for the massive waste of time and faithful. Given the Tizzonarden seem to be incapable of flying a modest distance for some reason, future reform is noted as being required for them in the future. However there is still some use that can come of them in our advance. The main force is to march south, fully cutting off the Lessers from their supply and forcing them to rely on makeshift ports to transport goods rather than any overland route while also being able to apply pressure on the enemies main forces flank. Given the majority of our enemies lands are occupied and hold Ordalan civilians. At least, we believe they do. For all we know the Lessers could have purged the Ordalan and started settling their people in the lands already.

Still, while the main force marches to join up with the Ordalan and strike the main lesser force from behind, the Imbuato and Tizzonarden will move ahead, the former being sure to strike at any foraging parties to ensure that the already limited food stocks of the Lessers becomes even more strained. Meanwhile, the Tizzonarden, armed with flame potions, will head to any makeshift docks along the coast that are found to destroy them and the vessels docked there. Due to the nature of these locations, it is expected that the fires will consume much in the way of vessels and the supply upon them. Similarly, any sort of camps set up by the Lessers will likewise be struck. If their camps are alight, not only will their dwindling food stocks be destroyed but so too will their weapons. These actions will ensure that their continued march and attack in a hostile land will be an absolute nightmare.

All of this damage, combined with the fact that we are striking from their flank and they are an invading force that has been bloodied by combat while our own forces are mostly fresh should ensure that their invasion force is completely destroyed with no escape to their home which, after these devastating losses, will surely be defenseless and force the enemy to the table. The only question is how long it will take to destroy the Lessers in the pocket they have blindly walked into.

>>6164195

Summery
1. Strike south to fully cut off the Elves and hopefully link up with Ordalan forces. Grey line is initial advance. Once these tiles are taken, link up with Ordalan via the Blue advance and put the squeeze on the Elves.
2. Tizzonarden actually make themselves useful by destroying any makeshift docks the Anedal and/or Moivadal find along with the ships in these ports that the Elves are using to resupply troops via fire potions. Any supply depo's likewise will be struck in this way.
3. Imbuato, our specialized ambush troops, are to try and hunt any foraging parties sent out by the Elves to further ensure their forces starve as surely, they will struggle to live off the land in the current disaster.
4. Anedal, Moivadal, Tizzonarden and Imbuato will attempt to talk with Ordalan civilians in the occupied area to have even greater information of Elven movements, patrols and supply locations. Provided the Elves haven't killed all of the locals, of course.

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>>6163901
Action 1: Spidersilk Couture
>Syer Iskaf's Garbs and Garments is to be given exclusive right to purchase nine out of every tonnes of spider silk imports from the Skrit. Siblinghood, Huntsmen, Scouts, and Council-accredited Fumancers and Shadowmancers will be given exclusive right to commission three out of every four garbs and garments that come out of the couture.
>Furthermore, house Katan is to provide Syer Iskaf's store with promising seamsters for apprenticeship, until further notice.
- Council decree

>The death throes of Solaire have thrown the world into a kaleidoscope of monochromatic doom and triumph.
>For those languishing in the former, we offer our sincerest condolences, with a tiny crumb of "we told you so". But to soften, and prepare for the coming long winter seasons, we offer a warming, fashionable assortment of Dulce-dyed frocks and cloaks, with options for glittering stars and moons to be sewn in a pattern at the customer's choice and discretion, as well as our latest addition for races of finite age: Pellucid Ornaments; statements of individuality, from crystalline beads to pins to customized clips. Order one in your design of deity or patron, and receive it included with up to six different glowing shades of color, to be adjusted by yourself using an attached guide, whether to indicate the season, one's age, one's station, or even one's emotional state.
>As is customary, we only sew custom and on demand, and so any outsiders seeking our wares must travel to the port of Gronn Dal, wherein a seamster shall sail out to open water to take measurements. Such efforts will doubtless be rewarded, as you frolick through hill, forest, plain and court, feeling comfortable and recognized at all times.
>And for our precious, valiant servants in service to Habitun's council, we've you the best in living memory: Spidersilk. It's breathable, it's soft, it's light, it's sturdy, and above all else, you can present it as readily to the foes of Habitun as you could to a family dinner. No more complaints about dirt, grime, or scent as our revolutionary treatments see the fine threads easily washed with but a few splashes of water and a half-hearted scrub. Durable enough to dive with through thickets of thorn and emerge unscathed, it is the ultimate in contemporary craftsmanship. Let they with lead or iron armor stumble on their feet as they struggle to pin you with a sluggish blow, whilst you dance circles around their sunken smelly boots, Syer Iskaf's Garb and Garments have you covered, literally!
"Syer Iskaf's Garb and Garments brochure"

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>>6164817
Action 2: Systematic Cave Exploration And Mapping With Inter-Habitun
>Vandal 016: Communication in session. Subject is the plumbing of the tunnels under Fuaha
>Vandal 038: We have already surveyed them
>Vandal 083: What? When?
>Vandal 038: While half were dealing with northern neighbors and other half were repelling invaders
>Age 001: Irrelevant, historic mishaps have shown a precedent regarding differences in culture and measurements, and the Skrit shadow ants have demonstrated difference in terrain features across realms
>Vandal 083: Mistwess Age?
>Vandal 005: W--t ar- -ou d-ing h---
>Age 001: My Vandal was overzealous and overconfident. Breathed in lungful after lungful of Glitter Vapor. He is undergoing treatment, and I am here to ensure you do not repeat his mistakes
>Vandal 032: A valid assertion, for our arithmancers deduce each number of our "realms" correlates to differing portents, yet some must be joined and common
>Vandal 016: We have combed through shared records and identified key joint events and endeavors, through which we can average out the most common of tunnel formations
>Vandal 066: Any theories as to what caused the tunnels to form to begin with?
>Vandal 088: A remnant of the... before times, perhaps?
>Age 001: We do not speak of that, Vandals. Ill omens, ill portents, the more you speak them, the stronger they become. Drop it
- Excerpt from shadow ant communiques between Vandal Jaffars and one Age Bani


Military action: Continue Aiding Habitun-066 and Habitun-083's defensive efforts
>Bjorn 083: Hewwo?
>Bjorn 001: Finally. Where have you been all this time?
>Bjorn 083: Fuwgewwomen focuwsed sowaiwe gaze, fiwed haphazawdwy acwoss the wand, used nowthewn snow as miwwow. Bikuwbe was hit
>Bjorn 001: Your accent is atrocious
>Bjorn 083: Bwame Stige 016
>Bjorn 032: Let us focus. I presume you finally repaired damages to Bikube? What is your status
>Bjorn 083: Dwagon cwushed nowthewn saboteuws, pwomised to defend land bettew, suppwies can continue awwiving
>Bjorn 066: On our end, the wasps are being pushed back, more thanks to Skrit "alchemy" support than anything. Forces slow to adapt
>Bjorn 001: We will be supplying incoming soldiery with new spider silk armors
>Bjorn 038: Spider silk armors? Can we have some for our own? Our Skrit refused to "enslave" any spiders, and the Yakmen have expanded into the land wherein the pixies used to dwell, making portal construction untenable
>Bjorn 001: ... no
- Excerpt from shadow ant communiques between Bjorn Sayyads

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After the longest reign of all Kings over Vencia and having saved his people from the long ravages of the Tyrn Without A Summer, the King is Dead. Long Live the King! Born the same tyrn both his father and sovereign grandfather joined the choir eternal, the High Reeve will act as Regent until he becomes of age.
Following the death of our King and given the infancy of his heir, I, Blanzour-Kare his Reeve and Regent, am by the laws of our Lord and this land given to hereby order;
>The continuance of his late Majesty's plans, the construction of a port in the southern Gulf of Hygran where the lesser streams of the great Ave & the River Festan empty and in them the building of a second large fishing fleet. Between these two safe harbours there shall be easy trade by sea 'twixt Rudam & Cærys.

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>>6163898
The continuing crisis worsens still. New land must be exploited to produce the goods we need, we cannot over exploit our current sites any more than we already are.

To that end, the underdeveloped fourth province of Vitruvia receives further attention. Never named, these lands have mostly been left wild and only visited for mineral extraction. With all these recent developments, many believe that a fully fledged fourth city is only a matter of time.

The dark secret held by this province is known only to very few, a source of reluctance in developing here that had prevented a city developing sooner. Time will tell if the burgeoning province of Somnbarre (the name mangled from ordelan tales) proves a worthy investment.
Action 1: Additional buffalo farm (red)

The food shortage naturally brings with it risk to life, but failing to feed the Rocs could bring about a true catastrophe.

The Buffalo herd is split, and new grazing land is found by the foot of the more south westerly mountains. The additional grazing pastures should bring food security to our Rocs, allowing us to maintain their appetites even through this chaos.

Should the disaster pass, the additional food produced here can be dedicated to supporting additional birds or feeding more carnivorous Cavia, granting food security to the whole nation.

Action 2: Third reagent farm (green)

The blight upon our crops calls for another drastic measure, a reserve farm.

Great sections of the mountain are cut, flattened and terraced and all sorts of relatively common alchemical plants and basic foodstuffs.
This third reagent farm is not intended to provide any new reagents to our stores, but to secure large supplies of common alchemical reagents (such as most of those involved in Homunculus creation and potion stock making) without the hassle that comes with cultivating rarer and far more demanding specimens.

With the addition of this “bulk” farm, and its various silos, we increase dramatically our resistance against famine, safeguarding our ability to continue producing new Vitruvians.

>>6163903
1. Prospect Food (Result given: Vizari Grapes)
A pleasant discovery was made on the underside of many wooden beams in home, a strange mushroom. After a little desperation in a harsh winter the mushrooms are found to be not only edible but have a pleasant, herbal, taste. New farms are quickly made to cultivate this new crop. Many a new dish is made using it from simply cooking it to drying it out and pounding it into a powder to add a nice herbal flavor to dishes.

2. Prospect resource (Result: Jade)
With the new Graveyard Mammoths acting as mounts, companions, and impromptu tents into the harsher lands of the island new resources have become available. Prospectors seeking out riches stumble upon deposits of jade among the harsh lands. Not only would the men on the expedition be rich for the mining of this beautiful stone but the nation itself would find the stone a boon. While the magical benefits of gems and stones are not as straight forward as metals they still hold use; and jade is known for it's use in focusing magics of cosmic interest with different colors of jade holding different leanings in cosmic forces.

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>>6163907

If We are to acknowledge the presence of this beast in the soup, then it must show itself. Until then, We choose to increase our populations, in order to prepare for what it might be.

>1: Form the dark lake (pop increaser)
The krawl’s natural form of magical travel is applicable in many ways, best as a stationary shelter. And as such, We are as of now planning to boost population production inside a giant shelter, a giant subspace bubble that stretches from a wide base on the ground, to high into the sky. If any dared to enter, they would be eternally assaulted by the krawl inside until there’s nothing left of the body. The dark lake stands tall, a deep blue hue in a black whirlwind in the distance for miles upon miles around, up into the stratosphere.

Krawl vortexes, of course, emerge from the multiplying krawl within this hive away from the hives. Surrounding this dark lake, they would spread across the land, exit their vortexes to consume surface samples or specific materials, and bring their findings back to the basin, in order to be cycled upward into the swarm.

>2: Increase pop
More fungus should do, just as before. More chambers in the chasms for them. Et cetera. Their lives will be contributed to amassing the dark lake.

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>Action 1 - Tide-Talkers [Improved Boats/Sailing]

With the stars no longer fixed to the firmament, Krovian sailors looking to sail to the distant southern isles must find new ways to make the harsh journey. It is no singular great achievement, like the re-taking of the bronze mines which heralded the last improvement, but a half-dozen practises which streamline the already adequate Krovian sailing. Animal fats and burnt wood-tar render a passable pitch, Krovian intuition in reading currents, sturdier cloth for larger sails, all this and more allows the hungry sharks to make their journeys in record time.

>Action 2 - Prospect the southern mushroom isle (Animal)
Humans built their villages around springs and freshwater wells. Elves seek sacred saplings to mark their new conclaves. Ordo require a great battlefield to be within reach of pilgrims-to-be.
Krovians? They would set up colonies around a vending machine, if one existed. For now, however, a more primal source of food will do very nicely...

>>6163889
>>6163894
>>6163899

>Disaster Response:
It is an unfortunance, that the world tyrns ever harshly. The nobles of the Orcmanie are charged with survey of all their held domains, that they might be registered and tallied and their capacity to produce and consume foods both be assessed. The Crown pledges food and support for those areas found to be hungry and wanting - and in this time of national crisis, it will be seen no shame to be faltering despite best efforts; but those that turn instead to feral cannibalism will receive instead the arms and the Knights of the Orcmanie riding them down and granting out these lands to worthier tenants.

>The Succession
Duke for many a jidtyrn and recently King, Guyard's age has been showing a while now. But it is the death of his son whilst hunting a frost Chimera that finally breaks the old Orcman's failing heart. Hearing the dire news, one tragedy too far, he slumps from his throne. His coffin is sent into the sea at the lowest tide, vanishing beneath the rising waves. The land of the living is now behind him; may the tides carry him on Ganuz' path to Hilda's deathly realm, where he might again be united with those he has lost.

With his son never having taken the throne, it is his eldest grandson who is hereafter proclaimed as King Guyard II.

>Action 1: Appeal to Loter
Loter is the Goddess of plenty and the laden vine, but right now there is very little plenty to go around. We pray to her in the Pantheonic halls, and the inns and gaming-dens; and at the barns and fishing-wharves and hunting lodges. May there be relief, may her gifts come again... and if she does not hear our words direct, more of the Orcmanie will take to the waters and find more grounds to fish, so that through our works her plenty might yet provide.

>Action 2: Troubadours
In the depth of this crisis, we must cleave together; the unity of the Orcmanie cannot be left to wither before hunger and despair. Against despair, we must ride to re-light hope; and proudly and boldly we shall sing songs of unity and past heroes to bring our Warriors and people all together. We must tell of the tales of the gods, recount the legends in the Rexen records and sing of Heroes against the Nachetars and the sunless age that was, and the breaking and the rising and the rebirth. Though the world is yet darkening, it has not yet extinguished.

>Bureau Renseignement
The investigation continues. This mystery need be solved, so we might discern what peril these unaccounted might have landed themselves in...

Turn 10

> Action 1: Make Cheese
With the success of the mushroom farms and the appearance of hardy new creatures like the Yeti Sloths, the Urotti dwarves shift their focus to bolstering their food stores. In cool, stone-lined cellars beneath Virn-Urdor and Thul-Garuhm, master crafters begin perfecting the art of cheese-making. Drawing milk from mountain goats (and occasionally risking a nip while milking Yeti Sloths), they skillfully curdle and press the cheese before aging it on wooden shelves.

Process & Lore:
Churners’ Circles: Dwarven dairy hands gather around large churns, chanting soft hymns that pay homage to their ancestor gods, seeking a bountiful yield in both flavor and quantity.
Flavors & Experimentation: Some producers rub their cheeses with pale pepper or mushroom extracts, creating varieties with a fiery bite or earthy undertones.
Cultural Importance: Aged cheese quickly becomes a prized delicacy, serving as both a trade good and a winter staple. Families proudly share and trade unique “house cheeses,” sparking friendly rivalries over who can craft the most mouthwatering wheel.

> Action 2: Make Whiskey
In tandem with cheese-making, renowned dwarven brewers turn their attention to whiskey. Already famed for their potent ales, these artisans see an opportunity to create a spirit that resonates with the kingdom’s robust character.

Process & Lore:
Mash & Fermentation: The dwarves boil grains in water heated by charcoal kilns, creating a mash that ferments over days.
Iron Stills: Forgoing copper, the dwarves employ sturdy iron stills forged in the depths of the hold, adding a unique tang and strong body to the resulting spirit.
Aging in Oak Barrels: Using barrels often carved from logs once gnawed by Yeti Sloths, the whiskey acquires a smoky, faintly wild flavor. Rumors abound of experimental blends incorporating mushroom essences or pale pepper, each offering its own distinct twist.

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>>6163903
Turn 10

> Action 1: Make Cheese
With the success of the mushroom farms and the appearance of hardy new creatures like the Yeti Sloths, the Urotti dwarves shift their focus to bolstering their food stores. In cool, stone-lined cellars beneath Virn-Urdor and Thul-Garuhm, master crafters begin perfecting the art of cheese-making. Drawing milk from mountain goats (and occasionally risking a nip while milking Yeti Sloths), they skillfully curdle and press the cheese before aging it on wooden shelves.

Process & Lore:
Churners’ Circles: Dwarven dairy hands gather around large churns, chanting soft hymns that pay homage to their ancestor gods, seeking a bountiful yield in both flavor and quantity.
Flavors & Experimentation: Some producers rub their cheeses with pale pepper or mushroom extracts, creating varieties with a fiery bite or earthy undertones.
Cultural Importance: Aged cheese quickly becomes a prized delicacy, serving as both a trade good and a winter staple. Families proudly share and trade unique “house cheeses,” sparking friendly rivalries over who can craft the most mouthwatering wheel.

> Action 2: Make Whiskey
In tandem with cheese-making, renowned dwarven brewers turn their attention to whiskey. Already famed for their potent ales, these artisans see an opportunity to create a spirit that resonates with the kingdom’s robust character.

Process & Lore:
Mash & Fermentation: The dwarves boil grains in water heated by charcoal kilns, creating a mash that ferments over days.
Iron Stills: Forgoing copper, the dwarves employ sturdy iron stills forged in the depths of the hold, adding a unique tang and strong body to the resulting spirit.
Aging in Oak Barrels: Using barrels often carved from logs once gnawed by Yeti Sloths, the whiskey acquires a smoky, faintly wild flavor. Rumors abound of experimental blends incorporating mushroom essences or pale pepper, each offering its own distinct twist.

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>>6166380
> Brak’Thar: The Grand Feast of the Moot
A grand moot takes place—a time when clan heads, artisans, and common folk converge to reaffirm their bonds and chart the kingdom’s future. This year’s moot culminates in a lavish Brak’Thar, a colossal feast brimming with dwarven pride and tradition.

Ancestor Reverence:
The festivities begin with prayers to Adir, Aira, and the rest of the ancestral pantheon. Newly crafted cheese and freshly distilled whiskey are laid at stone altars, symbolizing gratitude for the kingdom’s prosperity.

Celebratory Banquet:
At the Brak’Thar’s peak, massive tables overflow with cheese wheels, hearty breads, mushroom stews, and the kingdom’s first drams of whiskey. Laughter and clinking cups fill the air as dwarves savor each bite and sip.
Yeti Sloths, adorned with colorful ribbons, lumber through the crowd, their initially foul tempers soothed by the festive atmosphere—and perhaps the promise of leftover scraps.

Toasts and Traditions:
Clan leaders raise their cups in toasts, hailing the unwavering spirit of the Urotti people. Young dwarves, newly introduced to the moot, exchange crafts and stories in a rite of passage that binds them to their heritage.

> Rumors
Sunset Portents: As talk of Habitun pilgrims intensifies, some dwarves whisper that the sun’s demise looms closer than ever. Fears of a coming darkness lead a few to urge continued expansion of mushroom cellars—“just in case.”
Serpent Carvings: Scouts traveling through the snowy plains mention strange engravings on abandoned boulders—shapes like serpents devouring spheres. Nobody knows whether it’s a cryptic warning or some ancient decorative motif.
Phantom Anvils: Late at night, certain guards claim they’ve heard echoing hammer blows from empty forges, accompanied by fleeting flashes of light. Most dismiss it as overactive imaginations, but an undertone of unease lingers in every tavern conversation.
Unfinished Rune Fragment: Librarians reveal finding a peculiar rune-engraved stone deep in a disused corridor—an incomplete incantation for “unbreakable fortitude.” Scholars excitedly debate if it’s part of the dwarves’ lost rune lore.

>>6163907

>Begin create parasite computers.
The parasites, now simply referred to as "integrators", are a niche acquisition by the swarm, but one that is perhaps their greatest asset. The Skrit have always been great problem solvers, able to collectively run numerous calculations in parallel and solve multiple problems at once. But they always lacked the deeper thinking required to ponder dilemmas with any real depth. The integrators can change that by allowing Central to tap into the abilities of more developed life forms. It starts small, acquiring animals and imbeding integrators into them. Central soon discovers that the animals die fast, the foreign biology of the integrators and native life not mixing well. But what it also realizes is that the animals die slower if their physical activity is kept to a minimum, their nervous system burned at a reduced rate if the integrator simply had to focus on maintaining neural activity. So Central began incorporating living creatures into its systems, but not as active members of their "society", instead they acted as machines. Birds for instance would become the stationary cameras that would detect threats. Monkeys would be integrated for the use of their hands in crafting more complicated goods. Livestock for the purpose of optimized reproduction to feed the swarm's needs. The sights of Skrit colonies soon became a gruesome spectacle, with life of all kinds having their mind shackled in service to the Skrit's own needs.

>Evolve the integrators' to slow down the rate of host burnout.
It would take time, but the integrators are bugs like every other... more or less. Generations would need to be born, but sooner or later progress could be seen. Central recognized that the integrators' glaring weakness was how fast they burned through their hosts. Thought this might not be alleviated soon, or even with the next 1000 tyrns, steps could be taken to at least evolve a species that was more agreeable to native life. The end result would be wasps that were more indemic to this world. Though they would still eventually kill their hosts, the sub-species could now at least remain imbedded in their hosts for a decent time longer if their host was physically active. The real advantage was that their host's lifespans were kept significantly longer if physical activity was reduced to a minimum, allowing for integrated life-form computers to remain active for a longer time.

>Actions 1 & 2: Orchards & Farms
City organizers reel at their miscalculated abilities to out-purchase food from the farmers of surrounding starving nations. Noting that their money won't save them in such a time, the poor of Tagagaya see a sudden rise in wealth as they buy up the land of the deceased in Negosyo and Urong, creating for themselves whatever agriculture is suitable for their respective climates.

>Disaster:
Adenai continues to enjoy a level of acceptable famine due to the wisdom of The Maple in organizing farmland for The City. The army continues to subsist off of what game remains in occupied Ordalan and the supplies able to be delivered from home.

>Action 1: Parachutes!
Large cuts of cloth are sewn, and connected to a harness worn by a rider on the back of a Drake.

To an outsider this may seem a move of cowardice or abandonment, a rider leaving his companion mount to fight in the skies alone and disadvantaged without it's other half.

In reality, the opposite is true. A rider may leave their trust completely in their companion Drake, releiving their mount of the burden of maintaining its rider in the saddle. Without a rider, Opal Drakes are capable of fighting in an aerial melee with complete freedom and brutality - all the while their riders are now able to provide support from the ground with bow and arrow - a weapon far more likely to graze the tough scales of a Drake than to strike a lightly armored harpy.

>Action 2: Prospect for a Strong Stone.
The war has begun taking a turn for the worse! To prepare for the unthinkable, we must find a source of solid and plentiful stone, able to significantly bolster the durability of forts, and to turn Adenai into the single largest, most prosperous, and defended city in the world.

>War:
Tagayan intelligence agents repay their debt to the liberators of Bahay many times over - revealing intimate details of enemy troop movements.

Using this information, an ambush in the woods is set. A fake rear guard is revealed to the Ordals, enticing them for a strike to what appears to be a withdrawing army. When they take the bait, from either side our forces burst from their concealment.

With any luck, their forces will be shattered before any help can arrive. If time is willing, we can take Sturnes and end the war before fate turns against us.

>>6163901
The stars are still dark and the Suns till dim in the face of this disaster. Yet with Luxor's benevolence famine is held off, for now. With the surety of his people being able to eat and the pursuant reduction in banditry except by the truly desperate, he is content to let what garrison forces and the inquisition are left in Barza proper to maintain order. Yet he cannot stand Idle, for the world moves ever onward....

>Action 1
Firstly, he orders an expansion of the Iron Mines, while it was sufficient for Barza needs alone, it is now not just supplying Barza, it is also the lifeline of Ordalan military supply, the Iron there helping arm and armor one of the few allies Barza has left. As such more is necessary.

>Second Action
Yet the Iron is not all solely for Ordalan, Barza needs it too. For Barza alone holds the secret for the finest steel, a result of Hammer blessed by Luxor. Yet the hammers have a distinctly limited throughput, not nearly enough to armor and armor Barza's armies when needed. Thus Iron, with the Wood traded so dearly to us by Ordalan rendered to Charcoal, and then used to purify and fortify the metal into steel. Something that our people can use and use well.

>War
Because the Adenai march upon the City of Sturnes, the Capital of Ordalan, while the Domo lick their wounds after our regrettable faux pas at the Ros e Field. The Barzan army would march, erecting earth works and manning them, to provide a proper backstop that can and will throw any aggressor back into the Earth.

>Missionaries
On a Lighter note, the missionaries to the Shark men had started to make inroads. He gave the Basilica his blessing to keep at it, perhaps they might yet see reason, or failing that keep from trying to eat him and his.

>>6167466
This is me

>Prospect for resources.

>Increase military size by offering better wages

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TURN 16
> Global
At long last the everwinter ends. The sun brightens, the crops grow rampant and high. Grown men openly weep as storehouses and granaries are filled for the first time in what seems a lifetime. Animals of all sorts flourish across the land, creeping out of dens and hibernation at last.

>>6163976
>The Divine Republic of Guliseare
A forge as hot as the sun and a hammer as heavy as the earth below it. Smiths practice and study their art, hammering out metal so thin and delicate that it is a marvel it holds together, but still strong enough to turn aside an arrowhead, or at least slow it down.
A Guliseare airship travels only by the will of Aelelox. Perched on the deck of each ship, in thoughtful meditation and prayer is a dedicated acolyte whose prayers alone can command the wind and sun that control the ship.

>>6163977
>Domo
What does it mean to walk with a Great Druid, a mortal vessel for one of the great spirits of the land? How does one speak to those who might share a kill with a bear, or converse with an ant? Such things are commonplace in the presence of the Great Druid, but it makes them no less strange as the wild world bends to the will of the Domo. Many move to join the Great Druid and learn from her, to have the wind part before her or the beasts kneel as she passes, but only a few are worthy. Those that are go to create strange new farms of shroomish rice, and tame great beasts of the plains, or event command the trees to uproot themselves and march like men.

>>6164024
>Kingdom of Ordalan
There is no lack of courage in Ordelan, where even the timid must take up spear and bow and defend their homeland. While some plunge deeper and deeper into the forest seeking prey to feed hungry mouths others don the red hood instead and take to hunting bandits and undead instead. Bravest still the battered forces of Ordelan rally their courage once more and fling themselves at the foreign invaders.

>>6164817
>Habitun cult
Fine spider silk fashions soon prove a favorite across Supkha, with elegant dresses, waistcoats and brocades showing up as far as Barza in due time. They quickly become a favorite of the security conscious young ladies of nobility and the a handful of discrete elite Guliseare skirmishers. Still, there are limits to what cloth can do, though it can turn away glancing strikes quite well a direct stab can cut through handily enough.
The deep caverns and ancient tunnels that lay beneath Fuaha, where the plumes of Glitter Vapor rise out of the earth are in most realities expansive and vast, prone to wandering and weaving. There is evidence scattered about that once long ago the Skrit, or some ancestor of them, dug paths and tunnels through here, then were forced out by some great calamity, perhaps flooding if the shells are anything to judge by. Cross dimension analysis leads Habitun 001 to discover an ancient underground pond filled with a black shelled oysters, the addition of which should prove another useful tool for underground life. Deeper still the plumes of glitter vapor grow stronger and more frequent, but sibling realities warn that the way is filled with beasts of illusion and vicious knife like claws, and that they have lost many explorers trying to plumb its depths.
Above ground, and in another reality entirely, the war against the wasps stalls for the moment as the enslavers throw waves of bodies at the problem, not a sustainable defense, but an effective one. Still, it is only a matter of time before the wasps collapse.

>>6165481
>Gladron I, King of the Venks
The little fishing village of Hygran soon becomes a bustling port town, filled with a busy business of fishmongers and cargo captains, moving goods betwixt Rudam and Caærys. The fishmongers in particular do well, finding all manner of curiosities in their nets from wave washed smooth figures of pale white stone to iridescent scales the size of a man's hand. The scales become a favored decoration of the little port town, with earrings and necklaces of the material becoming common place. The figurines make many uneasy though, and the local church finds itself in possession of many of them, wondering if they are the mark of some heretical sea god, or something else entirely. Many mysteries may yet lurk beneath the waves.

>>6165889
Ever practical the Vitruvians focus their efforts on expanding their food production, the harshness of the everwinter, though coming to an end, has crippled the Vitruvian’s large population, with only vigorous imports from across the lake having prevented total collapse. But in the warmth of a true spring the buffalo herds see waves of twins, enough to split the herds, and likewise field after field of reagents and foodstuffs are planted into the earth.

>>6165901
>The Tower Archmage
The Vizari grape makes for a fine seasoning, those true connoisseurs insist the true flavor only comes out with eaten raw, or lightly roasted. They also ferment well, though the resulting liquor tends to result in ‘green fever’ a serious of mild hallucinations always revolving around the color green. Some believe the hallucinations might have a thread of divination to them, though such a thing is suspect.
A wide variety of Jade stones is present on the island, ranging the spectrum of the rainbow. More common folk quickly take up the stone for jewelry and splashes of much needed color against the dark stone of Vizari buildings, though undoubtedly it will be the wizard colleges who study it most intensely, seeking to unlock the cosmic mages within.

>>6165983
>Krawl
Ambitions for the dark lake outpace the capabilities of the Krawl, for the moment the blue bubble of twisted space is less a rod piercing the heavens and more a great boil on the land, a city’s worth of krawl frothing in place. The construction of this megastructure strains the Krawl’s food supplies to their limit. Further population growth will require a renewed focus on the basics.

>Krovians
The settlers of the mushroom island have added a curious new creature to their ranches and farms, the Maned Frog. This large frog (Krovian children take to riding them, much to the creature’s distress) sports a large ruff of soft hair just below its mouth, suitable for textile work. In the water the frog lurks on the ground or walls, letting its main billow about like a clump of thick weeds, hiding it from prey and predators alike. Their bulky legs quickly become local foodstuffs, and their shaved manes are woven into all manner of useful blankets and clothes.
Tar sealants and better sails do well to make Krovian vessels stronger, but the true breakthrough comes from the pulse shamans who study the ways of the ocean. Just as blood pulses through the body, so too does the ocean pulse with the beat of the moon. Just as a bite or a blade changes the flow of blood, so too might the keel of a boat or the gust of the wind change the flow of the ocean. Is the moon a vast heart? Is the ocean blood, the very world one great beast? A Krovian ship is lost at sea, its guiding stars having faded from the night sky, but a shaman leaps into the waves, and there to meet him is a great shark of water itself. They wrestle, biting and striking each other until the shaman devours the water spirit. He climbs back aboard the ship, the sea itself in his eyes, and takes the helm of the ship, he knows the way of the waves now, the Pulse of the Ocean. He will guide them home.
Once more the sharkmen surge aggressively toward the logging camp, and this time manage to dislodge the Krawl occupying it, killing some and driving others off. A fine meal of squirming krawl soup is had by all before the business of lumberjacking begins anew.

>>6166247
>Orcmanie
Loter, Goddess of plenty and the laden vine has always been favored by, and in turn favors, those not afraid of hard work. The farmers of the field, the workers of the mine, and the those bold orcmen who sail the sea chasing the schools of great fish. Her devotion shines on the fishermen this tyrn as the seas fill with a great pod of whales, each one large enough to feed a hundred hungry mouths, and whose oil will light a hundred lamps. As the everwinter breaks the thanks and prayer to her rise higher and higher, the goddess of plenty will be well kept for ages to come.
The spirit of Orcmanie endures through the end of the everwinter, and it is the songs of the troubadour to thank for that, exalting the gods, roving bands serving as reminders of the nobility of their people and lightening the heart with song and dance and music. Even the most distant of villages are tied by threads of faith to the nation, not just to the gods, but to Orcmanie itself.
The tracking of unaccounted for changelings weaves through many a path of obscurity, but inevitably each one leads to a common citizen, a washer, a baker, a blacksmith, a scullery maid, a lady in waiting. The common thread between them all is their potential for spycraft, each one has some minor connection to a noble or piece of important infrastructure, though after several weeks of watching it becomes apparent that each one is an inactive agent, simply living a normal life and waiting for orders that may never come. Of course should they come the Bureau would be watching.

>>6166288
>Urotti
As the sun at last brightens again the dwarves gather for a grand moot, and a grand feast! The vicious everwinter has led to many efforts toward the creation of fine food and drink, both to preserve what can be acquired, and to enhance what little there is. Great casks of whiskies, traditional and flavored with all manner of things from stones to sloth spit are tapped and drained, while blocks and wheels of cheeses are produced by the hundreds. An amusing tradition begins where each guest to the moot brings a ‘brick’ of aged cheese and the younglings are charged with building a great tower from the ‘stones’ of cheese. Naturally in time the tower reaches too high and comes crashing down, and then much merry making and consumption occurs.

>>6167260
>Skrit Colonies
Central has little concern over the niceties of the world, having resolved them to something of a tax to be paid for interaction with the wider world. So it is that the unpleasant business of integrating larger life forms into the Skrit goes on with little concern for the wide diplomatic concerns, only the possibilities that fingers and thumbs might unlock for the teeming hive of insects. Unfortunately while most lesser life is straightforward enough to hijack and control, and burnout can be kept to a minimum, there are a number of fairly hard limits that may be impossible to circumvent. The first is the retrieval of memories, the extraction of such things from a host is quite impossible. The second is the inability of any creature to shoulder the burden of Central’s full mind. Even the most intelligent of creatures struggle to manage even a tiny portion of Central’s full thought processes, each puppet must be restricted to a small core task. The last, fortunately easily surmounted issue, is finding enough parrots able to mimic speech for Central’s newfound desire for direction conversation.

>Tagegaya
City organizers reel at their miscalculated abilities to out-purchase food from the farmers of surrounding starving nations. Noting that their money won't save them in such a time, the poor of Tagagaya see a sudden rise in wealth as they buy up the land of the deceased in Negosyo and Urong, creating for themselves whatever agriculture is suitable for their respective climates.

Amongst the cultured and civilized Changelings there is little desire for common agriculture, but the grimness of the everwinter has taught a harsh lesson, a hungry farmer has little desire for coinage, and when stomachs are empty even a common potato might be worth more than its weight in weeping silver. On the coasts of Urong farmers begin cultivation of Shore Carrots, a pale blue tuber fond of the beaches that seems to thrive in the areas where the tide washes over them. Their intense salty flavor pairs well with slabs of meat and more bland vegetables, though a meal of Shore Carrots alone is usually a bit difficult to stomach. Negosoyo instead opts for a different crop, well suited to the dim light of the everwinter, a black mushroom speckled with white spots. The Ash Shroom is fond of growth in the ashes of fires and charcoal, and exhibits a mild spicy flavor that soon proves a critical supplement to the food needs of the city, even as the everwinter finally comes to a close.

>>6167325
>Adenai
Initial attempts to design a parachute for drake riders run into a simple problem, there isn't enough time for a parachute to deploy in most combat situations. Prototypes launched over a thousand feet in the air work well enough, the snickering of drakes aside, but combat operations are typically only a few hundred feet in the air, a distressingly short drop in terms of time. Instead a simple glider is designed, allowing the drake rider to vault from his mount and for a short time swoop about himself. The very best riders even manage to fire off a few bow shots during their controlled descent.
In more down to earth business a new quarry is struck of Slate, a black and sturdy stone with a number of uses.

>>6167466
>Barza
The forge of war demands fuel, and the common laborers of Barza rise to the situation. New veins of iron are located and tapped beneath the earth and vast amounts of lumber are reduced to charcoal, then fed to the forges, all to feed the never ending need for more defenders of Barzaentine. Spears, shields, and chestplates of fine steel are produced as quickly as possible in the grim knowledge that all too soon they will be needed.
The missionary work in Krovian lands stalls for the moment, while the mixing of Luxos and Pulse faith holds, removing the Krovian savagery from the equation is proving difficult.

>>6167834
> Turquoise Turbans
In the sandy dunes of Turquoise lands rain is a rare and precious thing, but with each rainfall comes a brief explosion of life. In the midst of one of these explosions a lost caravan discovers the Maiden’s Refuge plant, or more commonly the Silk Pod. This meager grain encases itself in soft fibers that delicately billow and dangle in the wind, catching moisture in the dry times and letting the plant ride the wind during the rare rainstorms of the desert. Water resistant and tough, the fibers can be woven into a pale yellow cloth that is smooth and soft. Clever merchants soon take to attaching sails and skids to their wagons and sailing across the sands using this new material.
Still fearing the oncoming Krovian and Krawl menace, the Turquoise Turbans aggressively expand their military forces, spending their coffers on expanding their forces and training them more aggressively.

> The Civilizing War
The pieces on the great board move into place. From the southwest Domo forces march forth, great boar riders and mage-priests and immortal warriors moving through Adenai controlled territories toward Sturne. In the northeast the Barzeantine legions march, first through the Ordelan lumbercamp, then on to Sturnes. In the north Guliseare harpies lash out at the supply lines of Adena and march south, cutting a wide swathe. Just outside and inside of Sturne Adenai and Ordelan soldiers eat a hasty meal, knowing it might be their last.

In the north Guliseare struggles to traverse the Adenai territories, making slow progress. Sabotagers fly deep into Adenai territory, but find much to their frustration that the key supply lines of the war, and the key farming infrastructure lay three and four hundred miles to the west, so deep into enemy territory that any meaningful destruction is almost impossible. While supplies from the hunting lodge are all but halted, no end of barges move freely across the channel, far from Harpy incursions.

In a stroke of utter cruelty, Ordelan has been played for a fool, with its routes and plans known by enemy spies, the desperate gamble of Ordelan falls right into the Adenai ambush. The Nixen fight with ferocity and valor, and none more than Queen Avilia herself, but the enemy has cut too deep already, their numbers and allies carrying the day. Thrice Lucius and Avilia clash on the battlefield, and though on the third bout Lucius is bested the elven commander can only laugh as Avilia demands his surrender, for the queen stands alone, her forces routed and scattered. By the end of the day the Adenai flag flies over Sturne. The Adenai forces are on the brink of exhaustion, but the soldiers cheer as they celebrate in the streets of Sturne. Will this mean the end of the war?

The Barza and Domo armies move unopposed, and only a few days later Barza reaches Sturnes first, and faces a dilemma. Many of their most powerful spells are devastating indeed, but would tear the city asunder. In the end the battle takes to the city streets and rooftops, where half elf archers and drake riders manage to drive back the Barza from retaking the city. Domo forces finally reach the city, bringing reinforcements and critical supplies, and the Harpies are unable to push far enough through Adenai controlled territory to contest the capture of the city.

~~~~~END OF TURN 16~~~~~

>>6169199
Report on Lesser Activities to Cyra, Noreusper of Guliseare, executioner of Thessa, bane of Kaenum, unifier of the Aripan, Ruler of all the hallowed mountains, Aelelox's chosen prophet, most blessed and holy Aripan to fly upon the skies and walk upon the earth.

The Ordalan have charged blindly into an ambush and have seen themselves cut down, Sturnes has fallen and despite everything our forces have hardly advanced despite direct orders and the overwhelming majority of lesser forces being south fighting the Ordalan. While we are currently unsure what will happen and if this war will continue or if piece will come in play, it might be best we prepare for the worst. As I would not be surprised if the lessers make unreasonable demands against us for our participation under threat of bringing in the riders of the north west. Ilias as I am sure you are aware, has suggested trying to talk with the north westerners in preparation for what might come and perhaps warn them of the path they tred. In related news, I advise you deal with the current leaders in charge of our armies. Their caution and ineffectiveness in leading our forces is problematic at best. You have lead our grand forces when I was a mere groundling. It might be time for you to do so again.

Your faithful servant, Kallixeina.

>>6169199
>>6169263

>Action One. Merchant Airship Designs
While we have solved many of the issues tied to our vessels, all we have at this period of time is a number of experimental ships and no actual standardized vessels. As such, a proper merchant Airship design is to be developed. Taking in the lessons we have learned and the methods we have developed for transporting our vessels through the sky, we can make designs of vessels capable of carrying great amounts of cargo that not only could serve as great vessels for trade with the Vitruvians, but also better be able to supply our holy forces in times of war.

>Action Two. Savilofen. Scratch rooms.
The airships are costly. What is also costly is the massive cloth balloons that are attached to them. Further, these balloons can be a weakness that could be targeted by those with the capacity of flight, like the Roc's that the Vitruvians have, or the draconic creatures that the lessers to the west have. As such, a possible solution to reduce the need of our ships to rely on these cloth balloons is worked on. A possible suggestion that holds promise is to, instead of relying on a few large central shards is instead to make a number of small shards built into the hull of specific rooms. These individual pieces can then be scratched to reduce their individual lift capacity and allow a far more fine amount of control over the lift of the vessel and ensure that the ship isn't forced to remain docked for days or weeks on end before it has enough lift to take off again. While it is debatable if it will be able to fully remove the balloons, it should at the very least improve the control and perhaps ensure that if something is to happen to these balloons that the ship won't simply fall out of the sky.

>>6169199
As the sun begins to shine and the crops begin to flourish the Vizari begin to realize, to their surprise, that this land wasn't as harsh as they first thought. It was still far different from their previous home but with the crops and livestock doing better the future seemed brighter than before.

1. Research Divination
With the discovery of jade and the fermentation of green wine some of the more religious take this as a sign; and the fairly non-religious take this as a good point to start research into divination magic. While the future can never, accurately, be predicted the use of magic aided by jade dice of various colors, sometimes replaced by or with a green fever, and used to get insight into far off actions and future events. The dice are carefully carved into specific shapes, marked with symbols, and in some cases given a core of a certain metal to attune the dice such as using copper to attune the dice towards physical energy. Once the dice are cast with the magic, or the drink infused with magic and consumed, the signs are interpreted to give the best understanding they can.

2. Magic Boat
While the use of magic boats has been a common staple of the Vizari they have had a better method of propulsion for quite some time; the spellglass pylons that lie around the harbor used for protection. With some alteration and redesigning of the ships small pieces of spellglass are placed around the ship to direct the water and propel the ship forward. While costing more magic power than previous golem ships it should, theoretically, make the ships much faster and potentially reach farther from our shores.

>>6169204

“Frierekeit”, the Everwinter, has ended.
All are grateful that the sun shines brightly once again. Our farms may produce great yields, our livestock may redouble, and our diminished population may recover.
All that will happen on its own however, more or less. Our priority is to take advantage of our temporary state of weakness and our low population to rebuild our cities entirely, there will never be a better opportunity than the tail end of this tragedy.

Plumbing work is done all over, efforts are made to make our cities (and especially Holmbastus) cleaner than before, more accommodating and with superior amenities (public fountains, free and unlimited water, sanitation). Much has to be ripped up and rebuilt in order to install all these new developments and entire new legions of Polymyria are spawned to undertake the work.

The Everwinter has taken a toll upon us, but we are set to recover well.


Action 1: Sewer network
Underneath every street and boulevard, through layers of dirt and rock, tunnels are dug, a narrow under-way beneath every settlement for waste and refuse to be washed away and out of sight. No more accidentally stumbling into a cesspit or waste being left to fester, now that we are host to so many foreign merchants we have a certain level of civilisation and cleanliness to uphold.

Traditional waste ends up discharged into these underground pass-ways, travelling great distances before inevitably being flushed out into the Tarn a good distance away from our common waters where it will not be our problem. The sewers must be vast, servicing, countless toilets, drainage pipes, baths, sinks and more that are soon constructed all over the nation and all feed back into the sewers.

Vitruvia, unfortunately, also deals a lot in Arcane refuse, and in industrial quantities. Huge masses of undesirable magical byproducts, unfun reagents, bad potion batches and failed Homunculi all need to be disposed of somehow, and what better place to dispose of them than this new sewer system? Deep maintenance halls of the sewer network are lit by Joldlight, but haunted by wretched things best left forgotten…

Action 2: Hydraulic Plumbing
With the new sewer system installed, a new water supply system is decided on. Water has always been gathered from the odd aqueduct here or there, but this revolutionary development will pump water directly from the river into people’s homes. With a mere turn of a tap, hydraulic pressure with release clean water into one’s bathtub or release from a tap in their kitchen, or flush their toilet!

These systems are expensive. Luckily Vitruvia remains exceedingly wealthy. These systems are of use to all, but they are of most use in impressing foreigners with our superior technology, providing a high standard of living for wealthy merchants to stay in our lands.
It is assumed that this scheme will pay itself back many times over and save countless hours in convenience once fully installed. Possibly.

>>6169199

>Action 1 - Mushroom Port
The Maned Toad is a popular delicacy, which comes to no ones surprise. What is a surprise is it's status as a coveted pet. For the first time in history, edible animals can live among Krovians and manage to die of old age! Cherished by children and aged Krovians alike, the hairy amphibians find many-a home in the growing village amidst the mushroom stalks. More and more Krovians sail the gap between here and the mainland, buoyed by the increasing Krovian dominion of the open waters. Where the sharks go, the toads follow.

>Action 2 - Repair Mushroom Iron Mine
The tiny island between the capital and the colony has long been nothing more than a glorified signpost. For ages, especially when the sea was more treacherous and the night sky less illuminating, it served as a hearty sign for wayward sailors. "You're half-way there! You're on the right track! Keep going!"

Still, the odd little island has been little else. The tiny village of shark-folk can barely scrounge enough food to feed themselves, much less to act as a re-supply point. The ancient ruins of shell-y buildings has been the only other thing of note, along with the red rocks that litter the shores. No longer. Hearty Krovians from colony and mainland alike can now alight on these shores, pickaxes in hand, ready to plumb the earths left untouched by all but a snail's hand... sucker, pseudopod thing.

>Warpost? Nah, we RAIDING post now - Icon on map
It's not sanctioned by official Krovian government, of course. This is just a couple blokes getting three or four of the finest Krovian ships, stocking them up with as much salted meat as they can gather, and setting out into the untamed sea to see what the world has to offer! Now, perhaps some of their weapons are of exceptional make, and these ships DO seem to really be of tip-top nature, but ANYONE could be paying for these! Certainly not Chief Drevino.
Anyway, SS Drevino and co set sail to loot and plunder!

For now, they find themselves outside the city of Kuttikrahr. The Krovians have brought along some of the Turban bards (and no doubt, a few of their guards) at their behest, under the guise of "coming along to get a good image for a carpet or two!" Sadly, this does mean that a spot of raiding is unlikely to be done here, lest the fellow passengers get upset (for some reason?)

Below deck of one of the ships, something Krawl-y pulses softly. Initially just a normal Krawl corpse brought on as a snack, it absorbed a side of bison, grew a cocoon, and began gestating. Maybe something interesting will come out?

[Turbans and/or Krawl can join in on RP or events this venture will make]

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>>6169784
woops forgot image