GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
Nevasca Improved (1/?) developed.
Fermented Milk developed.
Herding shared with Lys.
Lys has gifted you Watchtowers.

Drakatron
Xaladaxa’s Vitality is now 21/31.
Secret Passages developed.
Supply Caches developed.

Ervenbloud
While it might, in ages past, have been little more than a mental exercise, in the current era trade and merchantry is undeniably one of the lifebloods of Magma Spawn society, especially in Steamside. And, as one would expect, there is little those in charge of it are unwilling to do in service of keeping that lifeblood pumping. Even spying on erstwhile allies, albeit harmlessly, is not off the table, the hoariest of the Black Wagon Order’s elders become the first in a long line of spymasters who devote their efforts to observing the ebb and flow of opinion in trade with Avadmet, determining how best those able to rest their old bones at home might profit from the whims and undercurrents of foreign markets. Espionage developed.
Unfortunately, it would seem that Volk’s initial failure has only caused him to continue spiralling. Like his previous two attempts, this spell to tame the power of the volcanoes and bind elemental to element is as doomed as its predecessors, the tenuous connection unraveling the more your Wizard attempts to grasp at it. Perhaps some R&R is in order... Volk’s Retribution Develop Spell failed, 1 Mana refunded.
Animal Sacrifice shared with tsss.
The Whisper has gifted you Balance of Humors.

Harbour
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Huáng
Evrozapt converted.
Though some doubt the…profoundly unorthodox method when it is first proposed by Budai, following along only out of a sense of bemused obligation, the results are undeniable, the qi core, the font of one’s vital energy, laid out for all (that have had a steamed bun smashed against their forehead, at any rate) to see. Already, several elders have begun to devise theories and cultivation methods, utilizing this newly discovered yet profoundly fundamental understanding as the basis, though their methods fall far short of one particular, extreme method. The Theory of Qi And Cores developed.
Now that that which must not be touched is properly understood, one method, undertaken under your auspices, seeks to butcher and remodel all else in pursuit. Skin is flensed from the flesh, then flesh from the bone, organs scooped out from the abdominal cavity as layers are removed from the body bit by agonizing bit before being reshaped or replaced, returned to the body profoundly changed before it is all rebound by a layer of Jold skin. Few survive the process, and even among those that do, a scarce handful are able to remain sane, the majority driven to gibbering madness by the torturous pain. But those that emerge are different, in a way that no other cultivation process allows for, their bodies not simply changed but transformed into a fundamentally different lifeform, capable of feats that even those decades their elders cannot hope to replicate. Drajon Physique developed.
The Theory Of Qi And Cores shared with tsss.
Well Digging shared with Midnight Caller.

Laqura
Building off of the miraculous pipework of Luigi, and inspired by the power of their own siphons, the Granchpolpo, once held back to the limits of the physical body, begin to reach beyond them, making use of the power of compressed water to power several different machines. Though limited largely to proofs of concept at first, it isn’t long before your people are able to find several different, more practical uses, such as powering nets capable of hauling great schools of fish from the waters of their aquaculture farms, bearing and moving weight that would have vexed even a dozen Granchpolpo. Hydraulic Machinery developed.
Another use is found in the recently expanded orchards your people have grown in clear-cut lands that had once been savage, untamed jungle. Dozens of trees laden with a bounty of different fruits, which once would have taken even a full team of workers days to clear, can now be managed by a single fruit-picker over the course of several hours, cutting jets of water allowing them to collect entire boughs of produce, and all with the arboreal traversal your aquatically-adapted people once found so troublesome. Fruit Plantation built.

Laurelios
Palace of Ascension II developed.
Palace of Ascension III developed.
Temple Decorations shared with Makrópnoos.
Organized Religion II shared with Makrópnoos.
Makrópnoos has gifted you Plastic Trees.
Makrópnoos has gifted you Sklēros Bone Farming.

Lithic
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Lys
Solid Walls developed.
Huddle Tactic developed.
Watchtowers shared with Catarina.
Catarina has gifted you Fermented Milk.

Makrópnoos
At last, where visions had once resulted in physical and mental anguish, now lies clarity. Though a mere fraction of the capability of their Godking's own, they have come to understand the true meaning of the Fire he gave them so long ago. Determined through untold years of seeing through these flames, it is known that the conflict ahead of them is nigh insurmountable... Without keen preparation. Armed with knowledge previously thought unreachable, the designs of these weapons will bear fruit before their own conception can come to pass. Anthropodeterminism developed.
Trade Route established with Xenoq (1/2), awaiting Lunthralis Spire's end to be prepared...
Plastic Trees shared with Laurelios.
Sklēros Bone Farming shared with Laurelios.
Laurelios has gifted you Temple Decorations.
Laurelios has gifted you Organized Religion II.
The Whisper has gifted you Balance of Humors.

Midnight Caller
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.
Huáng has gifted you Well Digging.

Mortrose
Xaladaxa’s Vitality is now 15/31.
Rebar Mesh Miniaturization developed.
Skulker’s Raiment developed.

Patior
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

The Beast
Soulful Color Craze developed(?)(If it’s 2 DI I’m going to need a Spirit roll to see if you succeed).
Darkwood upgraded(?)(Second verse same as the first).
Pack Instincts shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.
Ichorous Immunity shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Joldlectric Tools.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Nanites.

The Whisper
Bulbous and hideous though it may be, this massive, diseased synthetic organ’s first breath is long and steady, air rattling through the lung as it inflates, an unholy mixture of scientific understanding and mycelial manipulation brought to full fruition and standing in stark defiance against the natural order of the world. Though it will need its twin before it is able to achieve its full potential, even its current state is an ominous harbinger of events yet to pass, crimes yet to be committed. Ceremycosis Lung built.
As horrors unseen in the history of the Listeners abound, as brother clashes against brother and the fabric of their society is rewoven to the whims of the callous ruling class, one bright spot is born of Lysandros’ benevolent nature. Though perhaps a futile endeavor, little more than a drop in the bucket given the sheer scale of life lost, no act of benevolence is truly in vain, and those who are able to find rest and respite soaking their weary, war-torn bodies are no less grateful for the mercy afforded to them. Germination Pits developed.
Balance of Humors shared with Makrópnoos.
Balance of Humors shared with Ervenbloud.

tsss
Struck by this profoundly strange sensation, of being… valued by their god (beyond being a possible target for stabbing anyways), a wave of energy buoys the Kikka in their expansion, even the harshness of the tssslands proving a poor match for the newfound determination of your people as they level their surroundings to make room for new dwellings, dwellings which climb higher than any of their predecessors as the lizardfolk draw inspiration from the recent expansion of their cultivator neighbours. Thornshade upgraded.
Though some less perceptive Kikka wonder if the name is a jab of some kind at the eldest of their kin, given the diminutive size of the insects and their lack of outwardly aggressive tendencies, others, Hahk included, recognize the compliment for what it is, given the diligence and persistence of the beetles in their tireless labour to better their homes. Not to mention the patience that allows them to, however long it takes, lay claim to their prey. Though he would still like to find out who coined the term so he can give them a good beating. Hahk Beetles created.
Ervenbloud has gifted you Animal Sacrifice.
Huáng has gifted you The Theory Of Qi And Cores.

Xenoq
(OOP will process this later.)

Ͼ-Arkatassus
After sleek silver comes rich, lustrous gold, this Omnitool model proving not only more effective and versatile than its predecessors, but also far more pleasing to the eye, the gilded exterior bringing the mind the auriferous warmth of the Third Sun that shines overhead to mind for many a Palladion. The harder exterior casing also by design makes the internal components far harder to get at, preventing any…unnecessary modifications without specialized equipment, not that it prevents a rebellious subculture seeking to do just that from fomenting, aspiring tech-heads attempting a variety of different workarounds so that they might customize their handheld companions. Joldlectric Omnitools developed.
After the rather lengthy recovery time the…violent induction method necessitates, your people are quick to begin deciphering, and subsequently learning to utilize, this new free-floating neural link through which comprehension of the sheer, glorious scale of the Third Sun might be conveyed with heretofore unheard of clarity. Though the cybernetics required to sustain such a link, especially to connect with those not similarly enhanced, will be more invasive than any before, that is a sacrifice your Palladions are more than willing to make in the name of brainwa-enlightening the masses! Teachings of The Sun: Cyber Century developed.

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 4, 2, 7, 9, 5, 2, 2, 5, 2, 9, 2, 8, 7, 1, 9 = 80 (18d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Lichophern
Though it shambles away, it nevertheless lashes out with vines and tree trunks, spat forth from the strange organism’s nucleus, even as plants sprout forth from the seeds sown all across the insect’s body, burrowing in and seeking purchase (Lichophern attacks Praetorian Eudaleal as Creeping Growth activates, it rolls the first and second die).

Praetorian Eudaeleal
Letting out a throaty, chittering growl, the massive, helmed insect pounces on the shambling lump of shrubbery, tearing great chunks of greenery away with hooked, chitinous talons (Praetorian Eudaeleal attacks Lichophern, it rolls the third and fourth die. Resisting Lichophern’s Creeping Growth, it rolls the fifth and sixth die).

Rhethrack
Trumpeting in fear, the massive, prehistoric pachyderm strikes as its even larger cousin, even as they loom impassively over it (Rhethrack attacks Yoregar, it rolls the seventh and eighth die).

Venthazek
As it arrives at the shoreline, its rival nearby injured, cornered, and vulnerable, the organic silos on its back begin to glow, working overtime to offset the heat as the sea begins to ominously evaporate, receding from the surrounding shores (Venthazek charges ???).

Warvorn
Grievously injured after that injurious ungulate’s attack, Warvorn chooses to lick its wounds for the time being, wishing to be in at the very least acceptable condition for its next bout.

Xaladaxa
Consuming a the crawling swarm of her sturdy, heavily armoured children, the insectoid queen, injured but yet unbowed as she is buoyed by the strength of her monstrous offspring, turns her intention now to the great metallic dragon currently menacing her, fangs clamping shut as she attempts to tear one of the synthetic divinity’s arms from its socket (Xaladaxa attacks Drakatron, making a Called Shot against their Arm, it rolls the ninth through fourteenth die).

Yoregar
Letting out a wintery snort of amusement, Yoregar begins to sweep the mammoth Primal up with a single, mountainous palm (Yoregar attempts to Grapple Rhethrack, it rolls the fifteenth through eighteenth die).

Zolt
Turning a baleful eye towards the insignificant worms that dared to hail it, especially while it was at the height of its power, the electrified ungulate vanishes, appearing a short distance away before, for a moment, all the energy seems to vanish, the Apex seeming for the briefest instant to be completely devoid of potential energy. Then, with a ringing shriek, its horns glow with a blinding white light as they are enveloped in a corona of power, bolts of electricity thicker than the great beast’s legs springing forth to dance and frolic as they incinerate the surrounding landscape. Energy unleashed, the Primal, its usual unruffled state returned, moves on (Zolt moves to (10, 15) and activates Divine Punishment. Every Unit, Structure, etc. in a 3 hex radius must make an opposed Fortitude roll. It then continues its never-ending journey).

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Rolled 9, 1, 3, 3, 9, 5 = 30 (6d10)

>>6404395
Requested Spirit Rolls

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Rolled 8, 1, 7, 6 = 22 (4d10)

>>6404398
>Profound Masters defend, Evrozapt cross-counters [MI] (1/8)

Rolled 3, 6, 1, 5, 1 = 16 (5d10)

>>6404390
As the wounds from his battle with the Beast King and the lightning burns he received from Zolt heal, sitting on his throne, Makrópnoos watches grimly behind its invulnerability as Zolt vaporises half of an entire army of strange robed men as well as a whole town full of mortals in one cataclysmic electrical burst. He watched it run past him and into the Listeners' lands before stopping surprisingly close to him.

Two things went through the God Kings mind at this moment. One, the next time it moved it could Kairos,ischus or even land on Arche itself. Perhaps even the Listener cities. Two, if he acted right now ,and did it right,he could potentially kill this scourge extremely quickly.

Makrópnoos rose from his throne, and then sneakily made his way to where the giant deer was. He laid a trap of sturdy ropes and bindings and then at the right time...he pulled.

Thousands of bindings thicker than tree trunks suddenly wrapped itself around Zolt. To cap it off, just before it decided to use its immense strength to take off, Makrópnoos wedges his blade straight into its hip to block it.

>Makrópnoos moves to 16,15
>Makrópnoos uses 1 DI to try a grappling attack on Zolt

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>6404398
>>6404412
>Walls resist blast

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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6404505
>Weird flex but okay

Rolled 9, 2, 7 = 18 (3d10)

> Fortitude

tsss is not sure where tsss is, but maybe tsss sees shiny light? maybe not?

Rolled 5, 4, 10, 4, 5 = 28 (5d10)

Unit Action - Lys - [1 DI] - Lure Zolt.

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d10)

>>6404536
Exploded dice. 2d10 in case of another 10.

Rolled 10, 3, 1, 10, 1 = 25 (5d10)

>>6404390
>Evrozapt moves to Huáng
>Huáng harvests Evrozapt [free]
>Evrozapt continues to (8,21)
>Huáng moves to (8,21)

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d10)

>>6404654
>megumin.webm

Rolled 2 (1d6)

Lights dance, thunder rolls, a wave of debris crashes over the death urchin. Trees, mountains, cultivators, even a respectable bit of tsss is torn asunder, needles flying in the wind to devastate a nearby local ecosystem.

tsss, tsss would like to get closer! sparky beast horns are verrry spiky! maybe friend!

> tsss moves!

Rolled 5, 1, 5 = 11 (3d10)

>>6404668

> tsss moves northeast!
> tsss tries to intercept Zolt with Happy Fun Ball when it crosses their path!

>>6404390
>Lithic notices the roads Catrina has built and wishes to establish local trade chooses to send petrosapiens along the road to contact her about a trade route.
>in the the meantime Lithic establishes a garrison of crystalline wall to keep the light from mistakenly burning sections of Lithic’s civilization as free, after all there is that small patch of forest Lithic left alone.
Build <Garrison> [MA] [1DI] - <The quarts spine> [18,10]
>Preq-Tech: stone geomagnetic ability
>Preq-Resources: stone power Chrystals (could potentially create solar cells to siphon out radiating light that exudes from the god)
> <Quarts Spine, a photo reflective growth poking over the few hexes of territory claimed by lithic, it is maintained by geomartialist who can mold the Chrystal’s back to keep the light from pushing in too much>
I am waiting for Catrina to respond to the offer this isn’t my entire turn.

Rolled 6, 6, 3, 9, 10, 9, 2, 10 = 55 (8d10)

>>6404482
>>6404536
(Zolt resistance rolls. First through fourth die are made against Makrópnoos' Grapple, while fifth through eighth are made against Lys' Lure.)

>>6404719
The group of petrosapiens bring materials and equipment they made back home, including power Chrystal motors, this is brought in the hope they f establishing trade with tech and the materials to reproduce it as needed
>Establish Trade Route [MA]
Attempt to establish trade with Catrina offering Chrystal Wiring, Chrystal Power Miners, Stone Battery, Engineering

Rolled 5, 1, 10, 8 = 24 (4d10)

>>6404673
(And one more skill contest for Zolt, since I forgot.)

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>6404726
>>6404731
(Dice explosions, in order.)

Rolled 5, 1, 3, 3, 5, 8 = 25 (6d10)

>>6404390
MA: Trade route with Tsss

A phenomenal road has been constructed, and across it, a distant land. A very sharp one. Careful not to get impaled, goods flow to and from Aztlas as the treasures of this far off realm are offered upon the altars of Aztlas, and then quickly moved into warehouses once all the ceremony is done with.

MA+3DI+Assimilation: Brainjack (Jold, Salt. +3 Conviction. Enables indirect conversion. Failed indirect convert attempts still deal damage, soaked by half the targets obstinance.)

Speaking in tongues, eyes burned white, the streets running thick with gibberish flesh. It’s a research and development day in Aztlas.

The Sun Disk is transmitting its alien schematics into mind after mind until they finally comprehend, by sheer chance it finally lands upon Ͼ-Sektek after only killing a thousand people, flooding his brain full of its intentions. The device. What was spoken of in the Cyber Century text. The true bridge between minds.

He orders the cult to work, staving off the gnawing influence of the alien filling his mind with strange symbols and schematics, turning him into an agent of its will. Within a month they have their first failed prototype, within two months they have a hundred, and then all at once they crack it. Cybernetics like nobody had ever dreamt of.

The Brainjack replaces 40% of your skull, driving six large spikes into your grey matter and interfacing with existing brainweb implants across the Sauria thinkloops to deliver faster-than-thought enhanced processing speeds. Cables upon cables pour out of the thing like dreadlocks, to be plugged in to all manner of interfacing devices, monitoring apparatuses, keyboards, screens or charging ports, or even additional processing equipment built into mechanical limbs. The visible portion of Brainjacks are adorned in a gorgeous Jold casing, with Oltar wiring suspended in a saline solution fed quietly into the bloodstream to promote goodsalted thinking.

But what do they do? They permit creatures to understand eachother. A hundred thousand logical arguments can be thought up, devised, and launched at a foe faster than any conversation could occur, their response simulated and evaluated for the next round of arguments before their neurons even finish firing. Months worth of convincing, integration and assimilation can occur in seconds, attacking the unconscious brain with an unlimited array of novel tactics.

Between two Brainjack users, they may inevitably come to some accord and mutually agree on an outcome, but when an opponent is unequipped, it is simply a matter of time before the perfect argument is devised to upend one’s worldview and induce total loyalty to The Third Sun.


Power:
1-7: Build 21 Pylons on marked hexes. Green hexes were built last turn and not recorded correctly.
8: Convert 6 mana to 3 DI
9-10: Trade The Beast my advanced cultural stuff. Peer pressure and organised religion, or whatever he doesn’t have already.

>>6404754
Also. Move my god 1 hex towards Aztlas

>>6404755
Also also

Trade Voidrays, bombacto sap, textiles, gatewood to Tsss as part of trade route

>>6404392
According to the magma spawn priests, Ervenbloud created the world. The World Forge priests specifically state their God takes the form of a heart because he used the rest of his body as material during the planet’s making. While this variation of the creation myth is technically not part of the official doctrine it has spread to most of the cults. The iconography of the twin suns is often found among spawn who regularly travel to the surface for it is believed they were crafted from his eyes and that he can still see the surface through them. Thus, when tales of the sun worshipers of Aztlas reached the Pyroclastic Council they were initially overjoyed to know there was another group of mortals that knew their God’s greatness, even if they only worshiped an aspect of him. Yet they noticed many who went to the solar city wouldn’t return. Eventually, the spies of Steamside were summoned and given a new task. Only one returned, but his words shook the council to their core. The sun lizards claimed not only that a third sun existed, but that a mere dragon was able to pluck it from the sky. This heresy could not be allowed to continue. A new law was made declaring that every spawn must, at least once in their life, ascend the volcanos during the peak of Erventime and listen to a sermon from the World Forge high priest declaring no force, mortal or divine, can blind the Eyes of Ervenbloud.
>[MA]Develop Reject The False Eye.
Meanwhile Volk’s ambition extinguishes and he returns to the provenance ashamed.
>Volk moves to 10,19
>[MI] Volk regrets his life choices
>[MA] Volk spends 1 mana. Volk’s Retribution 1/?
>[MI] He Dwells Beneath
>[MI] Share Hyyox Arrows with Whisper
>[MI] Share Stone Knives with Tsss

> MA. Trade Route with Ark
> Trade tsssvine, salt, thaumites, jold, and basalt to Arkville
> Import Voidrays, Bombacto, Gatewood, Textiles

> MA. Develop. Lootboxes
> Prereqs: Gatewood
> These large gatewood crates are bigger on the inside, perfect for stuffing full of plunder, though quite large and unwieldy.
> Mechanically I'd like to use two points of speed penalty to justify some sort of improved version of Pillaging, via carrying big magical boxes for loot.

The strange lights of Aztlan have long held a strange allure for the Kikka. The grand city in the distance, known for its strange byzantine layout and mind breaking architecture, has lured many a Kikka in for a visit, and not all of them return for that matter. This is not considered an entirely terrible thing though, for those that do return come with souvenirs and strange devices, and those that don't were generally those Kikka with strange ideas like ‘maybe stabbing people is wrong’.

As trade picks up between the cities, an odd competition starts to stir up, of who can carry home the most souvenirs. This escalates in the natural Kikka way, with larger and larger crates carried on brawnier and brawnier shoulders, until inevitably some Kikka commissions a set of Gatewood luggage, featuring enough room on the inside for a small home. This of course starts another flurry of excessively sized crates and luggages, with equally absurd interiors.

> Recall all Gravic Warriors to Thornshade [UM]
> Change Type: Gravic Warriors [1/8 Power]
> Valbat Brainmeld, Sstabby Bow and Barbed Arrows, Pillaging, Gravic Augmentation, Gate of Knives, White Horse, Sssecret Heavenly Art of Ssstabbing, Bodily Cultivation, DAO OF LIGHTWEIGHT, Lootboxes, Naga/Crane Stride, Carve out the Veiled Beauty, Seafaring, Elder Sablewood Training

> Convert 4 Mana to 2DI (2/8 Power)
> Share Tech with Ervenbloud: Eating Bitterness (3/8)
> Share Tech with Huang: Elder's Wisdom (4/8)
> Druids spread tssslands (13,26), (14,27) (5/8)
> Recruit 3 more 10 pop Gravic Warriors, for a total of 8. (8/8 Power)

>>6404390

>MA1: Skleros Lances, Offensive Equippable tech, 1 Mana, using Anthropodeterminism and Skleros Mastery
>Pre-reqs: Skleros Bones, Anthropodeterminism, Masters of Beasts,Skleros Mastery,Wooly Fighting
>A long polearm used to stab people from an advantageous reach in melee. This is a weapon dealing 7 damage in melee and doing +1 FV against units with a mount equipped if it is an animal or otherwise a creature,living or artificial, with leg-based locomotion

Coming out of their stupor, it shouldn't be surprising that the first thing the humans made was...a longer spear. They were no stranger to spear as they'd been using them to hunt since time immemorial but only now were they beginning to make them to actually make war and it occurred to some men, especially given their extensive experience when dealing with large creatures, that being able to attack your enemy from further away was quite a big advantage. Indeed, those ''Lances'' would find very good use in herding unruly aurodox. The extra range combined with humanity's knowledge of Aurodox behaviour and biology would make for truly deadly weapons against large legged creatures.

>MA2: Compound Bows, Offensive Equippable tech, 1 Mana, using Anthropodeterminism and Skleros Mastery
>Pre-reqs: Skleros Bones, Anthropodeterminism, Shifting Wood, Masters of Machines,Bows,Skleros Mastery
>A large bow using an intricate system of pulleys to more easily allow the wearer to draw the arrow while conserving all the tensile energy that would be in a longbow. The bow itself is made in a variant of Skleros that is lighter while the curving egdes are made of Shifting Wood to ensure they bend. This system of pulleys also stabilizes the bow to improve accuracy. This is a weapon dealing 7 damage to units in the same hex with +1 FV to units that do not have a ranged weapon(Actual ranged weapon, not the ability)

Throughout the years, humans had mainly used bows when they needed to attack at a distance and while this was effective against wildlife it was very clear given the increased density of primals and potential enemies that they wouldn't be enough. But the Compound bow didn't come from a place of wanting to shoot their enemies better, instead a man going by the name of Anemos invented it. Messing with pulley systems to help move materials to build housing in Arche he noticed that the ropes in the core of the mechanism were under so much stress that if they were somehow to be cut they would fly away and whip the nearest man. This in itself wasn't a new thing, basic knowledge of machines was a thing most humans learned very young but what truly inspired Anemos was seeing a man use a specific rope as a trampoline for a brick that then landed on someone's face. The way the pulley snapped back and launched the brick sparked inspiration without the man's brain and so he thought: What if I did this for an arrow?

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6404803

>MI(1): Domi Builders at 22,17, build Louloudi Gunners
>Move to 22,16
>Build Louloudi Gunners
>Move to 21,15

>MI(2):Domi Builders at 20,16, move to 19,15
>Build Louloudi Gunners
>Move to 20,15
>Build Louloudi Gunners.

>MI(3): Trade Skleros Bone Working with Laurelios
>MI(4): Trade Hardening Lacquer with Laurelios

>MI(5): Move Rampachu to 16,15
>Attack Zolt
>Move Ischus to 20,16
>Move Kairos to 20,15

Ischus and kairos, both a bit wounded, look in shocked fear as Zolt appears far,far too close for comfort, moments before the God King springs his failed trap. Not even moments after, Rampachu sails over the land out of the water and smashes with its water shield right onto the Apex' head...possibly to mild annoyance of the latter. The two heroic humans look at each other, decide they are quite out of their depth and immediately begin fleeing.

>>6404668
>>6404673

>Communicate

While Makrópnoos is holding onto the colossal ungulate, he can't help but notice the giant ball of spikes looming in the background behind me. ''Another one?!'' He exclaims, before realising that this thing was a god, a very loud one

Rolling a single strength dice for Rampachu's attack

>>6404811

There is a sound that, if one could be charitable, might resemble a thousand dying cats, if those thousand dying cats were playing a kazoo. One single kazoo.

To the right sort of ears, it also might sound like. "HALLO! tsss is here! tsss likes funny big cultivator man's hat! tsss also likes big beastie horns! Is spiky head cultivator here for new hat?"

There is a ball of... jungle? Extremely pointy jungle? It looks dangerously sharp, even by divine standards. Beasts climb through it, vines hang from it, a thousand angry crows swirl above it. Of course between the exceedingly sharp trees are exceedingly sharp black spikes, each one wiggling with enthusiasm.

Given a chance, the ball of spikes would likely regale you with an exhaustive list of things they liked. The list would be long, and almost everything in it would be dangerous.

>>6404821
Also: trade Starcell Seeds!

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Rolled 10, 9, 9, 4, 5 = 37 (5d10)

>>6404390
>>6404654
>Change Evrozapt move. Sit on standby at (8,18)
>Heliodos moves to (8,21)
>Huáng consumes the Evrozapt pill and carries Heliodos to (12,17)
>Heliodos blasts Zolt with Amitabha (+1FV for going above cap) [UI] (2/8)

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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6405539
>EXPLOSION!

Rolled 5, 7, 5, 8 = 25 (4d10)

>>6405539
(Zolt resistance roll.)

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Rolled 2, 8, 3, 10, 1, 2, 7 = 33 (7d10)

>>6405539
>>6405540
"Greetings, swift one. Quite the conundrum you dug yourself into. Deep into the territory of slower, but no less conniving monarchs. Already you spit out a lung in pain, and suppress tears of frustration. An epoch and the will of the heavens all that separates you from oblivion. A free spirit, but I daresay not a gambling one"
Huáng's call echoes through mount and forest, as he strokes a snoring Heliodos's frills.
"Dare you take the chance of being cast and imprisoned again in the wheel of Samsara, hoping for an equally benevolent and advantageous existence? Or do you dare consider a paradoxical path of absolute freedom through absolute subservience? If nothing else, the improvements are naught to sniffle at"
>Evrozapt moves to (11,17) and flashes Zolt with its brand new elegant legs. Conversion attempt [UI] (3/8)
"Consider ascendance at my side, and I shall endeavor to extricate you out of this mess you got yourself into. What do you say?"
>Huáng attempts conversion [UI] [1 DI]

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6405553
>Explosion

>>6405553
Intent was for Huang's to be pressure

Rolled 8, 10, 7, 2, 6, 1, 10, 6 - 2 = 48 (8d10 - 2)

>>6405553
(Zolt's resistance rolls, in the same order as Evrozapt and Huáng's.)

Rolled 6 - 2 (1d10 - 2)

>>6405561
(Dice explosion, I suppose.)

Rolled 10 - 2 (1d10 - 2)

>>6405562
(Also for the second one, since I forgot.)

Rolled 9 - 2 (1d10 - 2)

>>6405563
(Aaaand again.)

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>>6404390
>Trade Valbat Brainmeld to Tsss/Thornshade [MI] (3/9)
>Move eastern Profound Masters to (13,25), building walls on the way [UI] (4/9)
>Move northern Profound Masters to (8,19), building walls on the way [UI] (4/9)
>The Shennong and Pholipoly move north, building walls along the way [UI] (5-6/9)
>Muster a Profound Masters unit [MI] (7-9/9)

>Blophemous moves to (9,29)


>Develop [MA] - Dragon Booster™ 我能搞定。
>Preq-Tech: Long Gate Of Heaven, Piggyback The Mother In Law
>Preq-Resources: Voidrays
>Roads adjacent to Long Gate Of Heaven gain +1 to their speed boost per parallel adjacent wall.
Few would assume a capacity for fun within the literally stony Longs of the Gate Of Heaven. Fewer still would anticipate how they would come about the newest outlet for their whimsy.
Jealousy.
The sight of Voidrays soaring through the clouds, carefree (to those that fail to notice their nightmarish implants), and most importantly fast, evoked much consternation amongst the Longs. Were they not the greatest creation of the greatest sectmaster of all? Should they not be able to, if not directly match with the lightweights, then shame them with their own heavyweight ability?
Soon enough, droves and crowds traveling alongside the walls find themselves ceremoniously and gently whisked through the air in bursts, barely feeling the inertia.


>Develop [MA] - Xiao Long Succor
>Preq-Tech: Dragon Booster™, Tsssball, Ancestral Paper Armor, Alchemy
>Preq-Resources: Bombacto Sap, Textiles
>Units can resupply at any point on the Long Gate Of Heaven that connects to a city possessing the tech they wish to resupply with.
Seeing the fun the elder Longs got up to with people, the younger Longs sought to participate as well.
Their problem was how rambunctious and inelegant they could get. Many a traveler would end up with broken bones not even halfway to their destination.
A curious discovery led to some relief, as a combination of thousand-folded paper and Bombacto Sap dip created a moste bouncy material, one that kept the interior safe even as the item was hurled at breakneck speeds at various sharp and hard surfaces.
For the Xiao (T/N: Xiao means little) Longs, the disappointment from the restriction forbidding playing with people was more than overshadowed by the joy at having unbreakable toys, providing their parents succor from the embarrassment they oft caused.
And in the meantime, far away people in need of quick delivery could count on a meteoric ball crashing in their vicinity, with the supplies they needed.

>>6404390

>Laqura: Move north to allow the following claims, then return south as much as possible.
>[MA] Terraform: Claim [DI] - (36,12),(37,11),(37,12),(37,13)
>[MA] Terraform: Claim [DI] - (38,10),(38,11)(37,10)
Laqura lays claim to great swathes of the open sea, including the abyssal wellspring of (38,10) from which a monster of the depths earlier emerged...

>[MI]The builders on (39,23) return to tidemark to build walls
>[MI]The builders on (35,11) build walls for their town.

>>6404536
>unit actions from this post - Lys - fail lure, Adulators 1 and 2, fail assistance.

>Action 1 - Glintwood Instruments
>Action 2 - Upgrade Temple - Music Hall

Gluntwood has a deep connection to Lys and her semi-divine ilk, the Demigod Daleth and the Starlight Wizard Lamedh. It resonates with the souls of the Liten too, and once crafted into musical instruments, it becomes a powerful tool in the hands of Adulators, who are already able to mimic much of Lys' power on a very mortal scale.
With such prodigious new musical power on display, a suitable venue is needed for them to perform. The budding new temple is expanded, a veritable hall able to fit hundreds of Liten within it's walls constructed to house instruments that are larger than anything made yet. Such instruments are not yet crafted, of course... but in due time.

Approve whatever trade Caterina wants.

>>6404395
>>6403899
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

More minimum effort posts, woo

>Communicate: Xenoq
A deep ominous rumble comes from the very earth and soil beneath Xenoq's metallic boots. Impatient and annoyed though retaining a degree of refinement, "So, you are the one who lead the layabout drakatron here with some hackney scheme. Know I only acknowledge you due to the welpling sky wyrm you have in your company. If you are true to word, and can pull it off, I will allow you to arrest my prey that I have done much to corral up till now. We will make a proper godly pact later, but for now, I shall assist even further with the further complications you bring, and mitigate that other upstart looking to interfere."
>Communicate: Drakatron
"Drakatron, do not think I have forgotten the door you were supposed to harvest, were it not in my best interest for the primals I would let this town fall with out concern!"
>Allow Drakatron and Xenoq units to cross the serpent's paths.

>[God Unit] [DI] [5 pop] - Move and take the construct action, burning an additional 5 pop to reapply the now newly upgraded scales. With the shallow sea boiling and drying in Venthazek's presence, this is the perfect place for the goddess of mud to entrap and ensnare the proud lizard. Let him boil away all that he has, the seabed dry up, encase him in tomb of his own making, the glepnal hardening and reinforcing despite being out at sea, as the sea is no longer there while he is continuing to raise his temperature. This will be the first cage before many to kill this one.

>Major: [Develop] - Pike and Shot - Training tech for armies. With the rigorous discipline found in Vessels and their ability to hold well organized formations, the overlapping defense of pikes and spears affixed to soul lances along with the offensive threat of soul pikes themselves providing a deadly and hard to engage wall of death.
Using: Tech - Basic Warrior Training, Wyrm's Word, Kosskisars, Soul pikes. Resources - Dazhawks.

>Major: [Develop] - Xenophobia Doctrine - Doctrine for armies. Shoot first, ask questions never. Vessel armies are designed to eradicate all life they are told to point their guns at, situation, survivability, how cute it looks, all else be damned.
Using: Tech - Basic Warrior Training, Wyrm's Word, Kosskisars, Soul pikes. Resources - Dazhawks.


Other Unit movements. See pic related
>[Kentrose], [Sadman], [Korvur] - head south to prepare to engage the newly awoken kaijus.

Minor Actions:
>Equip Lady's Affects with Pike and Shot and Xenophobia Doctrine. Move if able.
>3 Minor Actions - [Lady's Decor 1&2&3] - see pic related for exact buildings and movement paths, the cage must be primed.

>1 Minor action: Burn 4 mana for 2 DI

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>>6406910
Forgor pic related

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Rolled 9, 5, 6, 8, 10, 7 = 45 (6d10)

>>6404396
Being a Listener is a special thing. There is something powerful about the mere concept of coexisting in a world in with things much grander than your whole race, always looming above and undeniably so much more powerful that it could snuff you and everything you've created from existance in a mere thought. But through that fear, Listeners choose not only to exist, but to push the limits of what reality has set infront of them. To not only stare into the face of the universe and defy its frivolousness, but to live that chosen life within a set of standards. Listeners do not claw their naked bodies towards their next meal and bark at every unknowable threat in fear. They stand upright, don arduously forged and upkept armor, choose life-long partners, take on oaths, and more than all: They fight to keep this way of life. Because above it all, if Listeners are going to choose to persist in this insignificant world, in a string of short lived generations, each man one by one will choose to pick up the chisel and chip their way into building a better future for their sons.

>Attack [MI 1/9] [Vaelith Knights 1] Lake of Communion, die 1 vs dice 2 & 3
>Attack [MI 2/9] [Vaelith Knights 2] Lake of Communion, dice 4 vs dice 5 & 6
>Defense dice receive +2 FV
It is for this reason The Skirmish Unending persists, as the central district of The Lake of Communion stinks with the hytox's dissolution of thousands of armored corpses, a festering heap on top of which the battle continues. Greatly reduced in numbers, the lords of The Eastern Reaches, now dubbed House Lysander, pick their battles. Maintaining the gear to keep soldiers armed grows ever challenging, as strategies shift towards strike teams of half-plate knights. The reduced armor leaves more metal to go around, less metal-on-metal contact enables stealthier patrols, and a lighter carryweight allows a hastier retreat when necessary. If nothing else, this unmeasurable loss of lives has certainly induced an evolution in tactics.

Following the death of Avatar Lysandros, House Lysander was swift to strike back and make a full on assault of the palace. While a significant portion of the tyrants were cut down, far too many slipped away through subterranean hatches and took ships to Oltartown. How convenient of them to guise their escape as a 'reward' to their houseless serfs for slaying The Speaker, naming them The Fifth House Unmourned. The primitive honorless serfs who were starved of the culture they now fight to defend, occupying their old master's palaces, enforcing the same traditionalist ideals that once enslaved them, as a clueless vassal house. For as long as these fools hold power over the average Listener, and over the central district where they drown every child showing any sign of favor with The Whisper, the battle is not won.

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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>6406976
>Lake of Communion succeeds on both defenses, soaking 12 of 32 damage, losing 20 pop and proccing Civil War 4 times.

The trade houses, Yros and Morcair, do as they can to lay low and maintain the forward progress of The Listeners from the other colonies. With the removal of The Speaker, communication over greater distances has been greatly gimped, unfortunately starving the resistance of what power they possessed to mobilize these Houses to resist The Great Council. Of course, House Morcair and Yros have little encouragement to do otherwise when they still hold senator positions on the council, but the average chitterling herder will never hear how each of these councilmembers have either been lobbied by, or have an overwhelming number of relatives of, House Nelyth. Additionally, with the seemingly permanent death of The Speaker, House Vaelith falls from honor as their oath existed on the devotion to protecting The Host. Losing their seat, and granting its place to The House Unmourned, House Nelyth's grip on politics has never been tighter.

>Build [MA] Ceremycosis Lung (4,6)
To the northwest isles, founded by Serell of Yros, but only truly enriched by Raymnd the Visonary of House Nelyth, his documented visions come to life. Well established within the traditions of The Myceliac, the battle hardened people of Oltartown and Avadmet fought off Primals to keep their home, live under the protection of Gliraximum who companioned none other than Aeylan the First Host, and were the first to breathe the spores of The Whispering Haze. With undying allegiance to the history of their people, and the whims of House Nelyth's direction, House Yros is happy to indulge their ingenuity on any measure of project. Where often ideas of pestilence and sickness breed nothing more than horror and fear to most mortals, such concepts are non-existant to Listeners. Fertility and disease are equivalent, and a spire of flesh that belches forth plumes of ever-evolving endospores is comparable to a volcano that spews the very essence of not only vitality, but also of the closest thing they have found to the very heart of The Myceliac's source.

>Convert [MI 3/9] [Greg the Green] Meet Syrsiet on (15,13) and convert the birdy

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>6406980
Rolling for Syriset's resistance.

>Develop [MA] Sap Dressing
>Preqs: Balance of Humors, Germination Pits, The Conductor (Syrconite Health), Textiles, Resonant Spores (2x Health)
>Units passively regenerate (Unit Tier / 2, rounded up) lost Pop per epoch
Where lives are lost, efforts are always being made to reduce the collateral. As the expansive potential of The Conductor becomes more refined, the best of House Yros are welcomed to experiment and connect with its network to push further into the depths of possibility. Where sap spills, cloth shall be packed, wrapped, dressed, and anointed in resonant spores, before a proper practitioner can address the wound to diagnose and balance their humors.

>Develop [Drown the Betrayers] Brain Bugs
>Preqs: Metamorphosed Subterrids, Chitterling Builders, Subterranean Roads, Cereagic Chorus, Chitterling Symphony, The Conductor (Jold General)
>Chitterling Builders gain +1 Construction # and can construct Subterranean Tunnels through 2 ocean hex instead of 1
Work alongside the Chitterlings has continued for longer in Listener society now than before their introduction. Naturally, Subterrid herders have mastered their craft at commanding swathes of the creatures to independently produce and work the mixture of Olthaumic cement onto postured spines of Skelros, but the dumb bugs can only contextualize fragments of the communicated vision… However, with the remote guidance of a Nelythian Conductor Assistant capable of iterating on these designs and producing a vision apt for the brains of these bugs, an even more effective network of communication can rapidly engage the insects to do as prompted not only faster, but produces even better results.

>Construct [MI 4/9] [Makers 1] Move back to (15,13) and cut off south in 3 walls
>Bannermen [MI 5/9] [Morcair Bannermen 1] [1 Mana] Claim (25,10) then move to (24,9)
10 pop Makers 5 is missing from (23,9), and 5 pop Makers 6 in (29,3), both made last epoch
>Construct [MI 6/9] [Makers 5] Build 3 walls along west border of (23,9), up into (23,8)

>Share Tech [MI 7/9] [Ervenbloud] Mastery of Machines

>Share Tech [MI 8/9] [Makropnoos] Sap Dressing

>Unit Move [Makers 4] Along road into Eastern Reaches
>Unit Move [Vaelith Knights 1&2] to Germination Pits (15,31)
>Unit Move [Xekath] to Germination Pits (15,31)
>Unit Move [Bannermen 2] Sail to (18,31)

>Construct [MI 9/9] [Makers 3] Build 3 roads, connecting Southern Spire to (21,9) towards The Hidden Forest

>>6406726
>Communicate [Makers 3] Lys? Littens? Whoever I can reach from (21,9)!
Ahead a crew of underground site workers orchestrating chitterlings who bore a tunnel across a small stretch of sea, overseers check for any issues from the surface. This small band of mounted knights ride through the coniferous forests of the overlands, searching for signs of life. The men repetitiously call out, hoping their words meet purchase of another (not)listener.
"Hail! Folk of these lands, or The Distant Light itself! We seek to make contact with the one who once spoke with Speaker Gerniet the Fiable of House Yros! Thy who hear this call, heed and make yourself known! We come in the name of House Morcair's mission of diplomacy!"

Rolled 3, 4, 1, 7, 9, 5, 9, 2, 6 = 46 (9d10)

>>6404392
>>6404398
Drakatron continues to roar defiance, but it's tinged with something else. Unleashed Form can only be sustained so long, and time is running out. Even so, the battle continues, with the great dragon's minions continue to aid as best they can...
>Drakatron defends against the attack using the first 3 dice, then retaliates using the next 4. The final 2 die then rolled by the Air Pirates to attack the Swarm.

Meanwhile, word makes it back to Dragon Rock. The damnable Insect Queen is drawing strength from her servants! This cannot be allowed to stand!
>Both Other Major Actions are spent raising units of Sharpclaw Sky Pirates at Dragon Rock.

>>6404392
>[MA] [DI] Continue improving Nevasca

>[MA] [DI] Claim 15,2; 16,1 & 17,1

-[MI] Trade Fermented Milk with Lys in exchange for Panic Plan.

>>6406989
Forgot my fog.
Spreads to (3,7) (24,9) (25,9)

>>6406991
So because I am, in fact, a *gigantic* moron, I forgot that I the updated rules mean I now have the tech to make units with Minor Actions. Attacks are still going, but the rest of the turn now looks like:
>Two Minor Actions raising Sky Pirates at Dragon Rock

>Major Action 1: Develop Masonry
To fix all the shit that's going to break over the course of the fight...
>Major Action 2: Develop Granaries
The people at Dragon Rock hearing of the new secret supply cashes and making a not-so-secret one.

Rolled 5, 2, 2, 10, 8, 10, 4, 2, 7, 6, 5, 6 = 67 (12d10)

(Ugh, hate to have to do this again, but I’m switching back from fixed to continental hours and it’s got my sleep schedule all kinds of fucked up since I’m prepping for night shift, so gonna have to delay fluff again. Can probably Communicate to Mortrose/Drakatron tomorrow, at least.)

>[MA] [2 DI] Develop Mental Mapping
>Preqs: Algorithmic Behavioural Analysis, “Brain Drain” Operation, Think Tank
>Purpose: Gives a bonus to Xenoq’s Conviction when making Conversions, based on the amount of Data he has on the target, at a ratio of 2:+1.

>[MA] Attempt to Establish a Naval Trade Route with Lithic

>[UI] [Mana] Buff Spellcast from Panoptan, utilizing their Observation Domain to maintain the effect of Xenoq’s Algorithmic Behavioural Analysis
>[UI] [DI] Xenoq makes a Convert against Xaladaxa
>[UM] Xenoq (carrying Panoptan) to (35, 20)

>[UM] Boarbarosso to (33, 20)
>[UI] Boarbarosso Attacks a Legionary
>[UM] Boarbarosso to (33, 19)

>[UI] Tarazound Attacks a Legionary
>[UM] Tarazound to (33, 19)

>[UI] Primonan Attacks a Legionary
>[UM] Primonan to (33, 19)

(First four rolls are for the Mental Mapping Develop, next five are for the Convert, next three are for Boarbarosso, Tarazound, and Primonan's Attacks respectively.)

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6407025
(Alright, rolling for the second dice explosion, since the first doesn't really matter.)

Rolled 2, 9, 1, 4, 7, 8, 9, 7, 3, 2, 6, 9, 7, 4, 6, 2, 1, 10, 2 = 99 (19d10)

>>6406991
>>6407025
(Rolling for a few things. First is a Culture check on Ͼ-Arkatassus' behalf, with the first through fourth die. Next is Xaladaxa's resistance roll against Drakatron, with the fifth through tenth die. Next is the Legionaries' resistance against the Sky Pirates, with the eleventh and twelfth dice. Then comes Xaladaxa's resistance roll against Xenoq, with the thirteenth through sixteenth die, and finally the Legionaries' resistance rolls against Boarbarosso, Tarazound, and Primonan, with the seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth dice respectively.)

Rolled 10, 3, 1, 9 = 23 (4d10)

>>6407034
Rolling Defense against Ark

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>6407036
Rolling exploding dice

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>>6406989
It is night in this strange and dark forest. Whisper's people may be forgiven for being confused - This close to Lys, the land is usually steeped in perpetual daylight, Lys' radiance having banished the darkness of night since time immemorial. Here though, the land itself is the night sky. The thick trunks of the trees shimmer with twisting nebulae and streaking comets, while the leaves overhead form a canopy of the night sky itself. Small shrines dot the landscape, guiding the travellers along narrow and winding paths. Distant chimes hint at bells and song, and Whisper's scouts would catch glimpses of Liten in the distance, glowing softly in the darkness.

Soon enough, two approach, taller than their ilk and adorned in simple whites and blacks, unlike their kin. Daleth, spear and shield in hand, stands back in silence, the Demigod merely there to act as witness while the wizard of Starlight steps forward to speak.

"I am Lamedh, one who Lys shines through. You are of Speaker Gerniet's kin; what brings you to these lands?"

Rolled 4, 7 = 11 (2d10)

>>6407025
(Making two rolls on someone else's behalf.)

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6407206
(Whoops, linked to the wrong thing. Whatever, coin flip to decide things, 1 is in Drakatron's favour, 2 in Xaladaxa's.)

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>>6407129
Keeping a cautious distance, the knights rear their horses in place, forming up. Under the dim glimmer of light through the canopy, the two Demigods would see the band of knights are not significant in number, nor steeled in high grade arms or armor. They appear of a working, lower class, sort, but one detail does pique an interest. The mounts they ride are not of the same giant termites that Gerniet once rode, at least not all of them. Many knights ride atop what was once the Brood of Mutares, insectoid equines who have now found part in a new hivemind since the dissolution of their former...

"Fair tidings, Lamedh. Aye, we are of the same sap of Gerniet, but not of same kin as House Yros. Nonetheless, I am pleased to know our historical reports were not unfounded. We knew a Speaker some hundreds of years ago made contact here, but not precisely who or of what nature... We have come to establish more official an accord, and offer open arms in mutual trade and protection. To coordinate this, we have been instructed to burrow our tunnels to where your markets may reach, enabling safe exchange of goods beneath the deadly surface. Pray tell, might we commune with Lys, the Heartglow, or do either of you hold authority to confer?"

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Rolled 1, 7, 10, 3, 10, 8 = 39 (6d10)

>>6404395
>[MA] Ichorous Delights [2 DI] [Culture Progress]
It is a curious development, the preparation of food. Originally, a Child simple ate it’s meal raw, be it carnivore or herbivore, or if they were feeling particularly adventurous, adding their salt lick and some of gelatin fruits to a still cold meal.

With the innovation of fire to cook one’s meal, and new culinary tools imported from the desert lizards, one can now take the Beast’s bounty and give it proper presentation, artfully roasting a succulent ichorfish, preparing one’s prey with culinary fevor, or even artistically arranging one’s herbs and fruits as a feast for one’s eyes, as the Deamu do when consuming the long days of sunlight and the auroralight. Yet, none carry the weight of the newest innovation- the Ichorol. Cultivated in breweries, a pinch of basalt, a cup of ichor, mixed in with the fermenting bounty of the forest such as gelatin fruits, it has become a smashing hit with the Children, even as they become a bit too enthusiastic with it’s consumption.

>[MA] Cultivation of the Inner Beast [2 DI] [Culture Progress]

The Change, the barkification on one’s being as one ages, has alway been a source of significant stress and anxiety to the Children. The creaking, cracking nature, the pernicious growth of leaves and branches, the stead march into immobility- all but the fastidious Marines, the Deamu, and the most devoted of the Children fear this inevitable change.

Yet, as the seasons wane, so too does this innate fear. Spread from the monasteries, the Cultivation of the Inner Beast, controlling one’s fear the Change, has steadily gained fertile ground with the Children, and has morphed into a serene acceptance of the cyclical nature of their life. Now, instead of attempting to fight against this inevitability, they instead cultivate one’s inner grove in the most literal sense, embracing the Change in fashion and forklore. Artistically arranging and pruning one’s growth shows sophistication, often correlated with creativity, and the cultivation inner enlightenment with their colorful lanterns warms their soul in away truefyre never managed before in the northern tundra.

>Mana Absorb

>>6404395
>1DI+1MA: Improve the Palace of Apotheosis
Aejold upon Vekratil, Vekratil upon Aejold, layers upon layers of finery, hanging bones decorating new and old corridors and arches, candles filling alcoves as quickly as they are built

>1 Mana, 1 MA: Develop Spell: Ley of the Sky
Across eons, across civilizations and species, one constant remains: the night sky, crown of the very world we reside on, glistening jewel amidst an endless void, subdued by astral brilliance.

Now, that very crown is for us to command.
The astromancers of the Cradle of Royalty stand upon the highest spires of the Palace of Apotheosis, lifting their arms to the sky, and shaping light far, far, far above.
No military use, nor magical aid this- it is merely pretty lights. Yet a pretty light can carry a thousand meanings

>Share tech with Makròpnoos: Textile Banners
>Share tech with Makròpnoos: Bone Charms
>Move Okabuto to 15, 14

>>6407382
>MI: Share Skleros Bone Working with laurelios
>MI: Share Hardening Lacquer with Laurelios

Rolled 5, 10, 5, 1 = 21 (4d10)

>>6404811
(Zolt Resistance roll.)

>>6407382
>third trade: give Makrópnoos Ley of the Sky

Rolled 1 (1d10)

Rolling resistance against conversion for Exettakal

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Conversion roll for the Marine Expedition.

>[MI]Muster one Blackhawk unit in Shinnyton, and one Blackhawk unit in Darkwood
>[MI]Blackhawk 1 received concerning reports from the recent influx of refugees of a catastrophic attack in the south, and at the urging of Harbour’s people, moves to (23, 12) to render aid.
>[MI] Blackhawk 2 heads to Bondsglade resume the Investigation of Peculiar Coincidences (Blockade) of Blackhawk 1, acting as a pseudo-secret investigatory body to the unaware Bondsmen.

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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6407508

Rolled 9, 4, 3, 4, 6, 3, 3, 5, 4, 1, 5, 9 = 56 (12d10)

>>6404398
(Rolling for the results of Primal combats, since I didn't earlier. Dice one and two are Lichophern's resistance roll, while three and four are Praetorian Eudaeleal's. The fifth through ninth die are Yoregar's resistance roll, and the tenth through twelfth die are Rhethrack.)

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>>6407508
>Beast heads to (23, 7), and utilizes 4 Vitality to cultivate some Ichor Groves. The forest must grow.

>[MI]There is a religious rift amongst the Exettakalians, and after much discussion (and a concerning amount of consumption of Ichorol), it is decided that a pilgrimage of 10 Exettakalians will be mustered, in order to travel to the Shining City upon the Hill of the God-King, with a friendly Marine escort. The rest decide to take their chances with the new faith. The Marine Expedition heads southward, towards Arche.

>Tech Share C-Ark Salt Preservation and Medicinal Jelly

(Oh right, one quick thing since I forgot.)
>[MI] Convert 2 Mana to 1 DI

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GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
3 hexes claimed.
With Anivia already empowered to new heights, it is only logical that you move on to one of your other long-time companions, Nevasca, the golem built in the unfortunate wake of Geada’s destruction at the hands of the red beast. Whereas you imbued Anivia, a living organism, with improvements based on your memory of the great gyrefalcon you once fought on the northern glaciers, Nevasca’s improvements are entirely a matter of your own spellwork, limbs lengthened and sharpened, ice more densely packed, and dozens of new fractal edges and spikes introduced into its frame as it approaches completion. Nevasca Improved (2/3) developed.
Fermented Milk shared with Lys.
Lys has gifted you Panic Plan.

Drakatron
Unfortunately, while your massive form does still allow you to tear several chunks from the carapace even as you begin to retake your smaller, more compact shape, its own rapidly fading boost in power allows it to ward off the worst of your strikes, ensuring they do not land on any vital points. Xaladaxa’s Vitality is now 12/31. Your Vitality is now 17/25.
Masonry developed.
Granary developed.

Ervenbloud
While one would expect that such a religious proclamation would be met with a not-insignificant amount of resistance, in this case the fact that so few of those who make the pilgrimage to Aztlas return works in the favour of the priesthood, leaving few to gainsay their words or present any form of counterargument. Those few who do rail against this dismissal of the third sun’s power are shouted down and, in a few radical cases, hauled away to be “re-educated” and examined to determine if there were any…’foreign influences’ affecting their thinking ability. The tradition, once it has been set in stone so to speak, proves fairly effective, tamping down on any religious curiosity amongst the youth, though a handful of the particularly rebellious still choose to make the journey, even at their own peril. The False Eye developed.
Deciding, after several failures, to temper his reckless desire to gain more power with patience, Volk simply immerses himself in meditation in the magmatic tubes of his home. He makes no effort to seek out or force a connection, his consciousness fading away into a gentle oblivion as he becomes one with the environment, all that flows within his thoughts the half-formed image of the lava flowing beneath his feet, or the fanciful idea that the volcano itself is, like his god and creator, some great geomantic organism. Unwittingly, as decades pass and Volk continues his quiet period of meditation and respite, a connection begins to form…Volk’s Retribution (1/?) developed.
Hytox Arrows shared with the Whisper.
Stone Knives shared with tsss.
tsss has gifted you Eating Bitterness.
The Whisper has gifted you Mastery of Machines.

Harbour
Ambush Tactics developed.
Jutrete developed.
Jewellery developed.
Air Drying developed.

Huáng
Unfortunately, the great ungulate proves thoroughly unimpressed by your monologue, a tempestuous snort of derision and a threatening flicker of the potential energy contained in its antlers all that is received in response.
The first few of these strange boosts of wind and force are met with a mixture of fear and concern, some inattentive Disciples finding themselves, as the elders would say, consuming faeces after a gust strikes them at the wrong time and wondering if perhaps they had come under attack from some strange hostile spirit, or if the wall’s draconic guardians have come down with some manner of inner demon. Fortunately you are eventually able to clear up the misunderstanding, and it isn’t long before the most skilled of your sect’s Qinggong practitioners are soaring along the top of the wall as if given wings, even the sternest of elders unable to restrain the occasional whoop of elation. Dragon Booster™ developed.
While their disappointment is immeasurable and their day is ruined by the restriction imposed on them after the dozenth Disciple is found with more bones broken than unbroken due to a Xiao Long’s attempt to “speed his journey” to the lavatory, these new toys do much to assuage the overexaggerated grief of the infant dragons. Such is their enjoyment of these new toys that they even, on occasion, deign to use them to help the Disciples in their own fashion. Their willingness to help even serves to improve on a Disciple’s situational awareness, lest they find themselves crushed by inopportunely delivered packages, an arrangement their masters find most pleasing. Xiao Long Succor developed.
Valbat Brainmeld shared with tsss.
tsss has gifted you Elder’s Wisdom.

Laqura
7 hexes claimed.

Laurelios
Palace of Apotheosis developed.
Ley of the Sky developed.
Ley of the Sky shared with Makrópnoos.
Textile Banners shared with Makrópnoos.
Bone Charms shared with Makrópnoos.
Makrópnoos has gifted you Sklēros Bone Working.
Makrópnoos has gifted you Hardening Lacquer.

Lithic
Towering over Onn, the great, crystalline spike, manned at all times by a dozen Petrosapiens, serves as both a defensive measure and a power generator. Its structure, created with dozens of layered, refractive quartz panes, drinks in the light that endlessly radiates off of your shining fellow divinity, ensuring that your people are not blinded by the act of simply stepping beyond the bounds of the subterranean settlement while also providing a nigh-infinite source of heat and energy on which the citizens of Onn can draw. Quartz Spine built.
Trade Route (partially) established.

Lys
Though not exactly its intended purpose, the glimmering wood, for all that it exerts none of its more spiritual attractive effects on the living, proves quite aesthetically appealing to the Liten themselves, once they come across it. You happily accede to their requests to harvest a sustainable portion of the lustrous, glowing lumber, which your people skillfully render down into smaller portions to divide amongst themselves. Though some make more static works of art with the material, such as furniture or sculptures, the overwhelming popular choice is the creation of a new instrument, many Liten overjoyed to have at last found a wood that proves equal in aesthetic appeal to the beautiful gossamer strands produced by the Weavers. Glintwood Instruments developed.
Eager to display their newly created instruments and the musical talent that accompanies it beyond their close-knit circle of friends and acquaintances, many Liten petition the Temple, the largest (functional, anyways, the great stone monoliths don’t really count) collective structure your people have built to date, and the most regularly visited, to install a musical wing, a place in which they might express their appreciation of their god through their god-given talent for performance. Music Hall developed.
Panic Plan shared with Catarina.
Catarina has gifted you Fermented Milk.

Makrópnoos
In the face of your attempts to grab it the Apex simply grunts in amusement, dancing out of reach as its antlers scrape the cloud cover overhead, sparkling with potential energy as the massive, four-legged beast prepares to continue its journey. Zolt’s Vitality is now 21/25.
Though the spear had long been a trusty, effective, and easy to produce companion to humanity, special circumstances called for more specialized weapons. While its reach allows for some effectiveness when dealing with truly gargantuan beasts, a traditional spear’s shaft is far too flimsy and liable to snap off under the force of such a creature’s rampage, and the length, while adequate enough to deal damage, cannot pierce deep enough to deal a true deathblow. Thus improvements are made, the Sklēros carved less finely, trading the lightness necessary for throwing for sturdiness capable of withstanding even an Aurodox’s charge, and a length that, while cumbersome, should allow its wielder to pierce deep enough to reach even a titan’s vital organs. Sklēros Lances developed.
The bow, too, finds itself improved upon through the insight, and subsequent efforts to capitalize on said insight, of Anemos. While these new, complex internal mechanisms will likely prove difficult to maintain during weeks long hunting trips in the grasslands and forest, your people are far beyond requiring such food sources anyways. Furthermore, the power, comparable to that of a longbow, and ease of draw, as light as a short bow, gained in exchange is sure to prove effective on the battlefield, where this new compound weapon is intended to shine. Compound Bows developed.
Sklēros Bone Working shared with Laurelios.
Hardening Lacquer shared with Laurelios.
Laurelios has gifted you Ley of the Sky.
Laurelios has gifted you Textile Banners.
Laurelios has gifted you Bone Charms.

Midnight Caller
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

Mortrose
Uncaring and unafraid in the face of “death”, such as they can even experience it, your Vessels make the ideal candidates for a bristling wall of death, their pikes never wavering no matter what manner of terror or monstrosity might be bearing down on them, and their absolute adherence to orders allows them to quickly cooperate and get into formation, even if their responsiveness to changes in the situation on the battlefield…leaves something to be desired. Pike and Shot developed.
To address said responsiveness, you make sure to drill a very simple, straightforward order into them, though it is all the more effective for that simplicity: If you see something, shoot it. A cavalry force attempting to flank? Shoot it. An airship flying overhead? Shoot it. A ragged, allied force of Vessels calling out for assistance in distinctly un-Vessel-like fashion? Shoot it. So long as there is no need for higher thought, you reason, there will be no indecisiveness, no lag in response time. The perfect solution! Xenophobia Doctrine developed.

Patior
Epoch missed, 2 Major Actions saved for the next epoch.

The Beast
Ichorous Delights developed.
Cultivation of the Inner Beast developed.
Salt Preservation shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.
Medicinal Jelly shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.

The Whisper
Under the auspices of House Yros, and at the urging of House Nelyth, the diseased, living lung at last meets its soulmate, the people of this northwestern subcontinent finding little to fear in the towering, organic edifices and the spores they spew forth with every long, rattling breath. In fact, with the apparent absence of an Avatar, some take solace in this great monument to vitality, treating it with an almost religious reverence. Gliraximum, meanwhile, is less than pleased, his integration with your people protecting him from the worst of the spore rain’s effects but leaving him with some rather persistent allergies. Ceremycosis Lung built.
Though unable to stave off death itself, admittedly, these dressings, relatively easy to create and very easy to apply for even the average uneducated serf or soldier, prove a valuable boon on the ever-evolving battlefield of the civil war, providing much-needed succour and a stabilizing factor for those who might otherwise have succumbed to their wounds long before they could be brought to see the medics that can more adequately treat them. Sap Dressing developed.
Though there is something to be said for hard-won experience and traditions, there are also limits to such things. Ultimately, the march of civilization must bring change and improvements, and House Nelyth is confident they know better than some dimwitted gaggle of bug-herders. Fortunately, in this case at least, their arrogance proves somewhat founded, or more accurately the Conductor proves up to the task, the assistant it uses as a remote terminal able to provide effective, custom-built instructions to more efficiently, remotely direct the simpleminded, social insects as needed. Brain Bugs developed.
Mastery of Machines shared with Ervenbloud.
Ervenbloud has gifted you Hytox Arrows.

tsss
Unfortunately, even well below its top speed, the ungulate proves far too fleet-footed to arrest, a few drops of blood from shallow wounds scored upon its flanks all you receive for your trouble. Zolt’s Vitality is now 22/25. Your Vitality is now 13/25.
Sure, perhaps you and your master had been exceedingly close to entering into a no holds barred, battle to the death with the monstrous, hydra-sun-thing, but…what’s a little stabbing between friends, really? And if you aren’t willing to hold a grudge, and he isn’t holding a grudge, you see no issue at all with sending your people into the massive, non-euclidean, futuristic spire filled with mind-controlling religious zealots who have no reason whatsoever to be offended by a war in heaven nearly being waged against their deity. You’re even getting some nifty wood out of the deal! Trade Route established.
While a few of the Kikka traders and curious pilgrims that travel along the newly created trade route never come back for entirely unforeseeable and unexplainable reasons, those that do return laden with a variety of different goods and strange new trinkets. The escalation is, of course, entirely foreseen, and no measures whatsoever are taken to avoid it, especially given it’s perhaps one of the least harmful forms of competition the Kikka have ever engaged in. You even get a snazzy new way to store and transport loo-goods out of the deal! Lootboxes developed.
Eating Bitterness shared with Ervenbloud.
Elder’s Wisdom shared with Huáng.
Ervenbloud has gifted you Stone Knives.
Huáng has gifted you Valbat Brainmeld.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Starcell Seeds.

Xenoq
(OOP will process this later.)

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Like the Sharpclaws, for your people the Kikka are yet another unique source of fascination, not quite cousins, but relatives nonetheless, as a fellow reptilian people, albeit somehow even more volatile than even the ornery Sharpclaws. But volatile or not, the unique goods that can be found in their so-called “tssslands” are simply too good to pass up, and it isn’t long before there is a steady flow of trade goods passing between Aztlas and this “Thornshade”. Trade Route established.
While some might find the Brainjacks…slightly disturbing to look upon, reptilian cranium replaced with smooth metal and a veritable forest of wires and neural jacks that trail down a Palladion’s back, to your people, long-used to such cybernetics, this new upgrade is quite pleasing to the eye, especially when one considers the mental processing that comes with it. Between Palladions, a dozen conversations can occur the moment they lock eyes, allowing for heretofore unseen levels of not having to actually talk with others, and as for the poor Sharpclaw and Kikka merchants that come to visit…well, it goes without saying who is getting the better of who, where fair trade is concerned. Brainjacks developed.
Starcell Seeds shared with tsss.
The Beast has gifted you Salt Preservation.
The Beast has gifted you Medicinal Jelly.

Rolled 8, 6, 9, 2, 8, 7, 4, 4, 6, 5, 6, 7, 4, 1, 10, 6, 8, 2, 10, 1, 8, 2, 1, 3, 6 = 134 (25d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Lichophern
Largely recovered from its earlier expenditure, and now with a thirst for yet more vitality and lifeforce, the mindless mountain of flora pursues the insect, attempting to keep up the assault (Lichophern pursues Praetorian Eudaeleal, it rolls the first and second die to resist Displaced Decoy).

Praetorian Eudaeleal
Screeching with pain as vines and growths spring from the gaps between its carapace before slithering back towards the shambling vegetation’s central mass, the insectoid follows its cries of pain up with a psionic screech before beating a hasty retreat, the roles now reversed (Praetorian Eudaeleal activates Displaced Decoy and retreats, it rolls the third through fifth die).

Rhethrack
Letting out a shrill sound of fear completely at odds with its gargantuan size, the once-intimidating Primal is reduced to desperate thrashing in its reluctance to be thrown (Rhethrack attacks Yoregar, it rolls the sixth through eighth die, then rolls for resistance against both of Yoregar’s attempts to throw it, it rolls the ninth through eleventh and twelfth through fourteenth die respectively).

Venthazek
Opening its mouth, a beam of pure, white-hot destruction pours forth, the mud walls newly erected in Venthazek’s path are reduced to less than ashes, all that remains in the beam’s wake a scorched, featureless devastation. Heat vented, and rival no doubt sufficiently cowed, Venthazek slips through the gap it has made in the wall, returning to the wider sea as it prepares to journey back to cooler waters (Venthazek activates Heat Lance and departs).

Warvorn
Feeling somewhat recovered after the backtrampling(?) it received from Zolt, Warvorn begins to slowly pad back towards the mainland.

Xaladaxa
Now no longer buoyed by the power gained by devouring its progeny, and scorched by the remnants of its rival’s assault, the tyrant queen realizes the danger she’s in and attempts to make an escape, countless legs churning away at the earth as they drag her bulk through the newly created opening and towards freedom (Xaladaxa rolls to avoid what bled-off remnants of Heat Lance reach it and flees, it rolls the fifteenth through eighteenth die).

Yoregar
Mildly annoyed by how the pachyderm’s tusks score its hand, the massive, shrouded life form cocks back a long, heavily-muscled arm before attempting to hurl, trumpeting with alarm the entire windup, its unfortunate victim (Yoregar activates Paired Points, attempting twice over to lob Rhethrack, it rolls the nineteenth through twenty-second die, as well as the twenty-third through twenty-sixth for the two respective throws. It then rolls the twenty-seventh through thirty-first die to resist Rhethrack’s attack).

Zolt
Despite sensing the encroaching snare, and its potential death, the slender beast remains placid, its eyes flickering with confident scorn as its antlers at last complete their charge-up (Zolt attempts to activate God Speed, moving beyond the reach of any that would seek to chain it, it rolls the thirty-second through thirty-sixth die).

Rolled 6, 6, 8, 7, 9, 8, 5, 5, 10, 8, 6 = 78 (11d10)

>>6407559
(Either I misinputted, or there's a limit on how many dice you can roll. Here's the remainder.)

Rolled 9, 7, 2, 7, 7 = 32 (5d10)

>>6407564
Rolling Fortitude!

Rolled 7, 7, 3, 9, 7 = 33 (5d10)

>>6407564
>>6407556

Noticing the Listener armies nearby, and knowing he wouldn't be able to simply kill this thing on his own before it escapes, Makrópnoos yells at the knights. ''Hail young ones! I do not wish to intrude upon your affairs too much, but if this beast is left alive it will continue plaguing you in the future. Perhaps even now. Raise your spears and take down this calamity once and for all''

Noticing a spark coming from Zolt, the Godking turns around sharply.''Oh no you don't!'' Makrópnoos, determined to stop Zolt, leaps towards the antlers as they charge. Enduring the ensuing shock, he slices at them with the sword using all the strength he can muster in the moment.

(Rolling interception on Zolt)

Rolled 6 (1d6)

tsss has had fun, but tsss would like to go home now. tsss...tsss is pretty sure it's this way!

>>6407685
> tsss moves to (11,14), then activates U-Turn and moves to (15,16)

tsss goes this way! no! tsss pretty sure wrong way, goes other way!

A forest ecosystem is devastated as tsss careens wildly through it, turning wildly, then comes back through, leaving a trail of wood chips and small animal viscera. The death urchin comes to a halt in front of a town! Home!

Wait, these aren't Kikka at all!

A buzzing like a million hornets fills the air over the Eastern Reach.

"Hallo tiny..." tsss peers down. "squishies? tsss does not know what you are. tsss is here!"

Rolled 5, 3, 8, 3, 7, 7, 10, 5, 7, 4 = 59 (10d10)

> Develop. 2MA. 4DI. Terraforming. Drop Thorides
> A Powerful Health resource that gives an additional point of Health civ skill per progress develop that benefits from antiseptics
> This variant of lesser thoride is filled with a potent acidic compound that rapidly reduces organic life into a thick syrup. When watered down it serves as a highly effective antiseptic.

It happens without warning or preamble, as is typical in the tssslands. The two hunters tread softly through the jungle, dodging branches that shear off flesh and parasitic vines and the watchful eyes of hungry crows. Then when one hunter looks away he hears his companion grunt softly. When he looks back the blood is already pouring from his companions mouth, lips half open, a low moan rising intensity until it crests as a death howl, death spines shooting out into the trees and underbrush.

It takes a horrifying panicked moment to find the source of the agonizing death. Plunged into the hunters neck is a vibrant red bellied thoride, a rotund and bloated specimen. It slowly deflates, little feet wiggling comically despite the horror of the situation, a much smaller scream coming from the little creature. The screams come to a halt slowly, the last bits of air wheezing from the lungs. Vapors rise thinly from the two linked corpses, and with them the smell of a butcher’s shop. The now lone hunter can only watch as his friend’s body stiffens in place, scales darkening. The deflated thoride’s corpse falls off, leaving its back spike embedded into the victim’s neck.

The survivor runs. The victim will remain, body locked into place. Over the coming weeks thoride spikes will emerge from the blackened scales, small at first, then growing larger over time. Eventually the corpse will collapse into chunks of dry rotted leather, and out from the heap will scurry a fresh generation of drop thorides, each one bearing the vibrant red marks that warn longstriders and omen crows that this one is not for eating. Eventually the marks will darken, save for the belly, and the thorides will climb high into the trees, out onto a long branch, and wait patiently for the next victim to walk by.

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Rolled 9, 4, 3, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 9, 1, 4 = 43 (12d10)

>>6407548

MA+2DI: Simultaneous Pylon Activation

Ͼ-Sektek noticed a minor code error in the assimilation pylons that caused them to either activate at an incredibly slow rate, or hardcrash their processes after eight iterations.

Whoops.

He spends the next few months attempting to patch together a solution, gathering up most of the Cybercult to vibecode a solution that doesn’t result in some sort of catastrophic ignition event in the pylon mass core, or trigger a hostile antibody response from Ͼ that would obliterate the synapses of his entire species. Fortunately he’s rather aided by a few of the more sane subroutines of the UFO in performing this task, having direct divine assistance makes his job at all possible.

MA+2DI+Nanites: Create Powerful Resource “Nanomass” (2/4) (+1 damage/soak to artifacts made out Nanomass. Cannot be made into mortal equipment or used as a prereq in techs unless civ has Jold+ general tech and Jold+ in any other relevant tech (offence for Nanite weapons, ect).
Artifacts, equipment, structures, constructs and units made using Nanomass MUST have a Ͼ- prefix in their name, allowing Ͼ-Arkatassus greater leeway when targeting them for develops and spellcasts.
(Mortal equipment stats are probably good, to compensate. Possible maluses in some areas, balancing resources is hard.)

Nanomachines are omnipresent all throughout the Xenowylds, and all throughout the Sauria, symbiotically existing in all the various flora and fauna, a crucial ingredient in the lifecycle of those technoorganic lifeforms that dwell there. They never exist in vast amounts however, occasionally stringing into complex structures but usually experiencing isolated existences, only rarely called into larger formations than a few units.

In the deepest darkest pits of the Xenowylds however, great pits of Nanomass can be found. Puddles, pits, entirely full of writhing nanites, grown intelligent through expanded computing space. These pits are the terminus edges of the Xenowylds brain, the thoughts of the genius loci of the biome itself ring across and terminate here, the final echoes of potentially great ponderings that cannot be observed.

Spiritual concerns of harvesting the grey matter of a potentially sentient biome aside, great masses of semisentient nanites can be harvested directly, useable for their fascinating material properties or computing applications, allowing advanced nanotechnology to enter full use into those civilisations capable of comprehending such a thing. Guns that print bullets on command, buildings that assemble at a moments notice.

>>6407755
God moves 1 hex closer to Aztlas
1-7: Build pylons as indicated
8: Compress all available mana
9: Trade Rizz to the Kikka

The eternally shy and paranoid Kikka are hard nuts to crack, reptilian seduction methods are at first repelled when they try direct propositions, and even indirect propositions. The answer? Try harder! Drama, romancé, funny accents, poetry. If all else fails, give them The Look.
10: Return all mortals to the capital. Destroy all unit Blueprints. Create new unit blueprint “Brainjackers”, with all applicable techs.

Convert all units into brainjackers, distribute all my pop across these units until I only have 5 left.

Rolled 7, 3, 3 = 13 (3d10)

>>6407559
>>6407564
(Rolling for the dice explosions, in the order they occurred.)

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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>Develop [MA] Ingrained Sporology
>Preqs: Sporology, The Whispering Haze, Corpsemold, The Conductor (Oltar Age Plague), 2 Ceremycosis Lungs (+1 Plague)
>Listeners become infected with Corpsemold and remain infected when converted.
A time with no Speaker is no time to stagnate. With the erection of The Ceremycosis Lungs, and the direction of The Conductor, the ultimate symphony of our people is reaching a crescendo. This sweet ichor of airborne mold that permeates the Whispering Haze is made of the same mysterious unconscious force that is born within every Listener. Amongst its clouds, the darting whisper of something greater can be heard, the unthinking mind of divinity beyond even The Godking. It is this force that House Nelyth orchestrate from the shadows so tirelessly to proliferate, and in this era of uncapped growth, it shall become one with the Listeners. Having lived their entire lives within the Whispering Haze, their sporology is one with the Corpsemold, absorbing it as a part of themselves, permeating their body as much as it has always occupied their souls.

>Develop [MA] [1 Mana] Germinated Goods
>Preqs: Domain of Growth, Corpsemold, The Conductor (Oltar Age Plague), 2 Ceremycosis Lungs (+1 Plague)
>Settlements of yours sharing a Trade Route with another Settlement that is infected with Corpsemold will proc a Corpsemold Infection with +10% every epoch.
Sifting through piles of myceliac folds, the geriatric wizard mulls over many strange reports. The newest colonies to the east report mysterious disappearances of goods, mismatching inventories, and inexplicable shared visions and dreams. Whatever eldritch magicks are at work, one thing is certain: The Whisper is vitality. The Whisper is knowledge. The Whisper is us. Wherever these misplaced things go, and whoever is taking them, they shall be brought under the fold; interconnected into The Terraweave. A simple sprinkling of spores over the goods is enough, bringing a little bit of us wherever they go.

>Unified mind procs for Plague, 1d3 go!

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>>6406976
>>6407556

>Develop [Drown the Betrayers] Assimilated Chrysalides
>Preqs: Chrysalides, Condordant Sync, The Conductor (Syrconite Age Offense)
>Chrysalides can now be used from any Settlement without requiring a Unit Action or Myceliac Relay Structure, effectively increasing the pop mobilized in a Muster from 5 to 10
Over the course of The Skirmish Unending, the Chrysalides have become one of the most powerful political and logistical weapons in the hands of all contesting Houses. Its capability to passively exchange the training and memories of any craft has been instrumental to raising soldiers, and it is this that has emphasized its necessity in every Settlement. Now, the creation of the Chrysalides shall be more than just a sacred site of the greatest Listener Baronies, but instead an ingrained component within all Settlements seen by The Myceliac. These sacs of mana pools will be assimilated within the most inner districts by workings of remote Concordant Synchronization, enabling their gifts to be benefitted from in even the most remote colonies.

===

From the depths of The Lake of Communion's subterranean megalopolis, Ser Greg the Green has been successful in coordianting the ever-moving desires of his House Nelythian cabal. The civil war continues, The House Unmourned has escalated in influence, and House Lysander remains both none the wiser and kept in numerous supply to remain invested in the resistance effort. How fortuitous of those fools to be dimwitted enough to not comprehend we could crush them in an instant if it was desired. However, while overseeing the kingdom from the recesses of his laboratory, Greg is suddenly assailed with visions, wounding their grand plan: A massive, ominous ball, orbited in spikes of microscopic sharpness, stares down over the walls of The Eastern Reach...

>pic related

Dropping to the floor, the wizard grasps at his chest as he is overtaken by a cluster of heart palpitations. The plan must continue, but has he lived the vast extent of his years in defiant watch over The Reach, just for it to come crumbling down the moment he leaves? The ways of this 'House Lysander' are lost, mutated, deserving of this poetic deliverance of karma... But it has always been home.
Fuck the plan. An undulate, notorious for its reoccurring strikes devastating our colonies stands within the grasp of The Godking, and what can only be the designer we have to thank for the persistent sickness that is the Kikka, now looms over our people. We must act.
"Hear me, Gerholdt! Bid thy informants on either side to hasten thee. Gather all men, and hearken unto the Godking's behest. Forsooth, the Skirmish Unending shall serve naught but futility unto either party, an it please our foes to vanquish our folk by these threats. We shall suggest a joint assault, to be followed by a peace conference. Attend to it, straightaway."

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>>6407686
>Communicate [tsss]
Bells toll, as the people of the Reach scramble to mobilize. As the resistance effort has peaked, a vast majority of their populace is already off to war at The Lake; leaving mostly only women and young boys to take up arms. Nonetheless, they steer an array of Hyphal-Hitches, adjusting their yaw to point tsss down sights, unfolding a volley of Shrieker Shells that scream as they tear through the skies. Surmounting the massive walls and cashing into the sphere-bodied God, the shells erupt into violent plumes of spore... A silence befalls the defending militia, nervously awaiting the cloud's dispersal... But alas, the massive, curiously darting, eyes of the death-ball are unphased. It is truly hopeless. We can only stall for time, a gambit to decide our fate.

As the child-like God of stabbing observes the tiny folk, one squishy person comes into focus, approaching atop the pointy walls.

"Fair tidings, kikka-god, sir. I am Jahera Morcair. My great great grandmother was Jehane. She was the finest tradeswomen of our people, and she single-handedly negotiated peace between my people, and the Kikka. I would personally like to offer you anything you ask of, in exchange that you spare our lives, kikka-god, sir..."

This little knight appears smaller than the other squishies, certainly an adolescent listener, shaking as she stands in your presence.

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Rolled 3, 8, 4, 9, 8 = 32 (5d10)

Assuming the command of their highest lords, the men of House Lysander are... Dissatisfied. Knowing House Nelyth, peace is hardly a realistic negotiable point. Those snakes would order the death of every haze-breathing Listener if it lined their pockets. But, there is an objective truth in the deadliness of these threats that loom from not-so-far. It will be a shame to fight amongst the defiled and honorless Fifth House, but nonetheless, that is what sets us apart. House Lysander does not lack such honor that they cannot set aside a grudge for the betterment of Listener-kind.
>Attack [MI 2/9] [Vaelith Knights 1 & 2] Move to (16,15) and strike the undulate before it can flee!
Each Vaelith Knight deals 16 (8*2) damage, halved against Heroes; 16 total pre-soak.

>Construct [MI 3/9] [Makers 1] Construct 3 Louloudi Cannons on (15,13), move to (15,12) and build 1 more
>Construct [MI 4/9] [Makers 4] Construct 3 Louloudi Cannons on (15,18), and 1 more at (15,17), then move to (14,18)
>Construct [MI 5/9] [Makers 5] Construct 3 Louloudi Cannons on (23,9), and 1 wall to the south side
>Bannermen [MI 6/9] [1 Mana] [Morcair Bannermen 2] Land on (19,31) and claim the hex
>Share Tech [MI 7/9] [Midnight Caller] Germinated Goods
>Share Tech [MI 8/9] [Makropnoos] The Conductor

>Unit Move [Bannermen 1] from (24,9) to (22,11)

>Dice 1-2 are Vaelith Knights 1, dice 3-5 are for Metamorphic Crawl to Vesper Keep


>>6404758
>Communicate [Ervenbloud]
Amongst the daily bustle of profitable trade amongst the magma spawn and listeners from Steamside's ports, an unusually decorated assortment of knights arrive, flying the flags of House Morcair. This ancient Great House is one of the four originals, esteemed as some of the best traders and diplomats this world has known. Their band seeks out the highest ranking diplomat within whatever our equivalent of an embassy would be, handing out a letter directly addressing Ervenbloud itself.

"Hail, Ervenbloud The Great Warmth,

In the absence of our Speaker, we the Listeners in the name of The Great Council and Godking Makropnoos, extend an official invitation of divine essence to yourself. These great powers above, and our many scouts, have observed a disturbing erupture of conflict, as dangers from the south expand and reach northward. This invitation into the Royal Pantheon would not demand your proactive engagement in such conflicts, as we wish not to disturb your dormant nature, but it would enable us to further empower one another in preparation, and obligates our Kingdoms to come to your defense should your people face such a threat.

Should you accept, you may devote your divine influence to entering the pantheon. Should you decline, we are content to remain partners in trade as has been for uncountable years past in delightful peace.

By the Grace of The Myceliac,
Bannerman Druettes Morcair"

>>6408719

The great mass of spikes slowly turns, the myriad jungles growing out of it creaking and groaning as they go.

"tsss remembers! verrrry long ago! but tsss does not want things right now, but does like chance to see wall tssself! very stabby!"

There is a brief interlude as hundreds of spines lash out with surprising delicateness, poking at the wall, triggering defensive spikes.

"tsss loves wall! verrry fun! tsss knows! tsss verry busy helping kikka will fancy big hunt and big sky stabber idea, but one day tsss will return! make wall even stabbier! tsss knows! tsss leave present, maybe funny shiny metal squishies can use?"

The massive looming ball of death wiggles vigorously, then with a cacophony of caws and complaints a flock of crows swoops low and drops...a tree sapling? A very, very, sharp tree sapling.

"tsss...tsss could also use a leeeedle nudge. maybe big spiky head cultivator can help? tsss trying to go home, miss jungles. maybe tsss plant tsss one day! tsss maybe thought was tree once back when tsss was bitten by funny big lizard! did squishies know tsss has big tiny lizard with too many heads in tsss head? sometimes talks to tsss! sometimes not in head too! verrry strange"

This goes on for a concerning amount of time.

>>6408722
>Communicate [Ervenbloud]
About a month after the letter was sent a ship pulled into Avadmet. A priest emerged, surrounded by Long Hunter and Steam Guards, carrying an obsidian tablet. "By the authority granted to me by the Pyroclastic Councils I, Malituk of the Molten Tongue, entrust your people with this holy scripture stating that Ervenbloud shall join your pantheon within no less than two and no more than three tyrns of this declaration."

>>6408733
>>Communicate [Whisper]
I copy and pasted the communicate cause I was feeling lazy and somehow forgot to change the name.

>>6407548
Ervenbloud grew nervous as the False Eye doctrine came into being. Fearing potential repercussions from the god of the false sun and knowing of strength in numbers he began dedicating energy to joining a pantheon.
>[MA][DI] Join Royal Pantheon 1/2
Volk considers spending two mana but decides against it
>[MA] Volk’s Retribution 2/?
>Share False Eye with Whisper
>Share Contracts with Tsss

>>6408732
>Communicate [tsss]
Somewhat speechless to the barrage of childlike wonder, the small knight reaches up gingerly grabs the sapling. Entering the fog, it does not take long for the metamorphosis to take shape. Growths of apparent spores collect upon its twigs, appearing not to wilt nor flourish, but rapidly evolves into something new; its bark grows soft, branches unravel into plumes of fuzzballs, hue shifts into a bright purples, and overall becomes something whole with the rest of this place. The Listeners here could not see it, but tsss can. The darting whispers that surround this mist, the rapid transformation of this plant, are not merely the natural effects of spores. There is a power at work, of equivalent divinity to tsss itself, but with none of the consciousness. It merely permeates.

"Thank you, tsss, sir. It is an honor. We might not be able to nudge you, but if you must push off of our wall to get moving, we would much rather clean up the debris than find ourselves under your spikes... Do forgive my intrusion, please, tell me more!"

The rest of her replies follow some assortment of confused looks, nodding, and pretending to be very interested in his ramblings.


>>6408733
>Communicate [Ervenbloud]
As the news spreads, Listeners across the west celebrate, igniting a newfound appreciation for the culture of the Magmaspawn they shall soon become far more acquainted and unified alongside.

>>6408746

Eventually,.following a somewhat rambling series of stories about a kikka hunter (or perhaps several kikka with the same name?) that, hypothetically, may have been old kikka proverbs, the deathball seems to fall silent for a time, as is the nature of the gods.

Then abruptly it perks up again, and asks a question.

"can tsss hear a story of a vessssel?"

>>6407548

>MA: Coordinated fire
>per-reqs: Ley of the Sky, Louloudi Cannons
>Mechanical effect: Allows up to 3 Louloudi Cannons in the same hex to fire at the same unit all at once with the use of a single UI

Within a basement in arche, dinning on imported Cradle delicacies, sat a human named Synthlíftike, so named for a broken nose that never quite healed. His job was that of an engineer coordinator, specifically involving the construction and testing of Louloudi Cannons. Though, faced with the news from the Listeners' homeland, he couldn't help but think that the grown machines were...inadequate. As powerful as the cannons and the Living Charges themselves were, it was well known that Primal Beasts and Heroic Figures such as Ischus,Rampachu and Kairos were far more resilient than mere walls, why the first of those listed did a showcase recently showing how impenetrable his skin and muscles could be. But still they could do damage, and even if it took several cannons to bring one down it was enough for the time.

This wasn't the case anymore.

Synthlíftike had questionned the traders bearing news, and while many saw the defeat of battle against the Calamity plaguing the Listeners as a proof that mortals could give even the most godlike beasts pause the human engineer could read between the lines. It took two opposing armies of thirty thousand noble knights all armed with Aejold weapons to even remotely deal that much damage and pierce the flesh of that beast. Furthermore, it seemed like the god of those lizards Arbaldo had forced to kneel finally showed itself near Eastern Reach and despite the disbelief at hearing about how it acted like an eight year old child with attention problems and didn't even seem all that malicious, Synthlíftike confirmed his doubts: Mortal weaponry were still useless against gods. They could hurt the Calamities but not the Gods still, Eastern Reach's attempt at a defense had been pitiful and useless before the ''Death-ball'' of a god and they had to rely on sending an adolescent to speak with it.

And so, the man wondered how they would defend themselves against those threats, they could fire all available cannons of course but this required couriers to be sent to group as the distances involved between gunner nests were quite large which made a coordinated strike impossible when it took hours to days to tell someone to fire at something.

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>>6408826

That is until some disciples of the illustrious Lord Wadusi came to Arche and shared with them the knowledge of sending messages across the stars. Literally, they could move the lights in the constellations and used this to send messages to each other instantly, and this obviously worked across kilometers and kilometers as it isn't like the sky become unrecognizable after a week's walk.

Synthlíftike saw an opportunity there and he took it. All Louloudi Gunners were given a manual on how to interpret and translate star signs into words as well as assigned an Astrologer that was trained in the newly dubbed practice of ''Star-Weaving'' to send those messages. A command center was established in Arche with various protocols to ensure a fast response and the crews of individual nests were trained to receive the commands from the center. No longer would they need to send courier specialized animals to each and every installation, if a scout saw something dangerous all he had to do was report it and have the Astrologer give its coordinates to all other nests, who would now be able to coordinate and deliver a brutal and sustained barrage of explosives on the target.

The engineer coordinator smiled as he witnessed how devastating the first tests proved to be. Now, they could be ready

>MA2: Long range spotting
>pre-reqs: Coordinated fire, Ley of the Sky
>Mechanical Effect: Allows Louloudi Cannons to target up to 3 units at once in range when attacking, spreading the damage between each of them

A problem showed itself during training, as they always do. The tactic of sustained fire was very devastating for certain but...Well it was really wasteful occasionally. The disadvantage of a sustained bombardment is that if a target only required half the ammo to destroy the crew would just not stop to shoot until the end of the operation no matter if the target had already been vaporized. This left a critical vulnerability if they were to ever deal with multiple separate forces instead of one big monster or army. The problem itself lied in the lack of training from the crew in Starweaving, turns out if only one guy is trained in it you can't get real time updates on the situation so instead of there only being one Astrologer every member of the crew was taught how to send basic signals such as ''Begin'' or ''Stop''. Furthermore they were furnished with what was ostensibly binoculars to be able to observe from much further away.

Additionally, the gunners were also drilled in ammo conservation, as unloading all the shells into one dead target was unacceptable.

>>6408722
>>6408836

>Communicate[Laurelios]

After the Godking sliced the charged antlers off the deer's skull before it can blast away again, he landed a little away to catch his breath while watching the mortals disembowel the Apex. What frightening ferocity in combat these listeners were capable of...he hoped the humans would match them soon. He used this short respite to ask Laurelios another request.

''Crown, I will need your help again, though this time it is for projects more related to you. First I need you to bond more deeply with me, redirect damage done to you to me instead as while I could keep you safe in our earlier fight against the Beast King I do not know how long I will be able to shield you from harm before you splinter into pieces. Second, despite the charisma you confer me I am not the best with words sadly, I am more at home in a workshop than a theater and so I would like to request your power in order to crush a primal beast's will when it is beaten. Conquered if you will. I do not ask that you give your all for this, as I know I am more proficient than you are when it comes to the arcane arts I will bear the brunt of the fast effort. I know you have a lot of mana stockpiled, so I ask that you give me enough of it for me to do this. Keep the rest to yourself, as you will be able to give the project its finishing touches
>Makrópnoos is asking Laurelios to contibute a 1DI MA on the ability Bystander and a 1DI MA on the ability Kneel or be Kneeled. Furthermore he is asking for a transfer of 4 mana.

>MI(1): Domi builders Alpha at 20,15, build Louloudi Gunners at 20,15,
>Move to 21,14
>Build Louloudi Gunners at 21,14

>MI(2): Domi Builders Beta at 20,15, move to 21,15https://i.4cdn.org/qst/1777867736750197.png
>Build Louloudi Gunners at 21,15
>Move to 22,16
>Build Louloudi Gunners at 22,16

>MI(3): Muster Domi Builders Gamma in Arche
>MI(4): Muster Domi Builders Delta in Arche

>MI(5): Trade Ley of the Sky with Whisper
>MI(6): Trade Coordinated Fire with Whisper

With the usual traders come human defense specialists this time around. They had already taught them how to build the cannons, but knowing they were inadequate on their own, they taught their new methods as well as the secrets of communicating to each other using the stars, something which will surely fascinate the average fog-bound listeners who can't even see them!

>>6408852
>Communicate[Huang]
Makrópnoos squints and looks in the direction where the beam that hit zolt came from, as well as the voice and sees...a human? But also a god, his face is different from the humans in Arche.

''Hail stranger, were you trying to convert this stubborn hind to your side? I believe this is our first meeting''

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>>6407274
The approach of the divine Liten has emboldened their mortal kin, and the knights would see that more of the diminutive folk are stepping out from behind trees with every passing minute. Appearing as only teens or younger, they are clearly harmless - entirely unarmed, and bearing all the undisciplined, fidgety energy of typical children. This energy seems spent on fashion - while not ostentatious, each Liten has certainly taken great care to wear clothing that seems almost unnaturally pristine, unmarred by even the faintest stains or errant wrinkle. The occasional touch of magic is evident: glowing crowns that mimic antlers, or a cloak that bears the same shifting sky-scape as the trees around them. Their colours might be vibrant, but in the gloom of this enchanted woods, it's hard to say.

"I only faintly recall the Speaker Gerniet, as I was young during his visit, but I remember that he spoke with the Heartglow on the peak. He journeyed on in peace, with a gift I wrought and his presence in our songs. He was as Divine as Lys; where is he, and why do you not share his House, if you are of his kind?" Lamedh asks, her head tilting slightly. Her voice has the hints of the timber of age, and she has the bearing of a lady who's hair is starting to show grey. There is conserved movement and dignified grace in everything she does. While Daleth is unnaturally large, twice as tall as the horse-bound knights, she is not, merely the size of a normal adult, if a tall one.

Talk of an accord, of trade and a road, stirs no reaction from the semi-divines, but a gentle ringing among the surrounding Liten shows their clear excitement. Their voices are melodious, their language closer to merry chimes than anything.

Daleth is first to crack, the last question from the mushroom knights causing the demigod to give a derisive snort, some irony lost on the mortals that amuses him. Lamedh is quick to resolve this, however.

"We hold no authority, those of House Morcair. As I said before... 'I am one who Lys shines through'." She repeats, the subtle glow her and her people share seeming to stretch and grow. For a moment, the endless night is banished, and the knights find themselves at the mountain's peak, face to face with Lys herself. Her Light washes over and through them completely, they are here, they are safe, they are...

Then the darkness returns, and Lamedh once more stands before them, dimly flickering as before.
"She sees as I see. Speak, and she will hear. Her focus is on the Divine, but know that under her light, all is witnessed and made eternal. You speak of a tunnel beneath the earth to avoid dangers above. What do you fear in this forest, in the realm of the Divine who's Domain is Safety?"

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>>6408866
An arched eyebrow belies great frustration at the deer's snorting. Was he losing his touch with the ladies?
But then notices a sculpted brute hailing him, and is all serene smiles again.
"Ah, this one thought you had a bit of a problem with two apex primals hounding your homes. How could this one stand by and allow such injustice to continue?"

He gazes at the broken antlers with naked wonder, desire, and forlornness.
Another apex, lost to heaven's whimsically distributed fortunes.
"But it seems you've retaken control of the situation, and will have that beautiful piece of primal chaos. I see in your eyes a function to be carved out of its bone, sinew, and flesh, to the last thimble"

He knows better than to plead. But he was also oh so very tired of being toyed about by fate, as if every apex had an engrained desire to be taken by any but him, even to death, and worse.
"Can you not be persuaded to allow me another chance to make it see reason, away from its destructive impulses? It would be cruel to deny the world such beauty, for base sustenance"

Rolled 1, 8, 2, 2, 7, 4, 10, 1, 3, 6 = 44 (10d10)

>Action 1 - [1 DI - Rebirth] - Glintwood+Chronostring Instruments - Develop Culture Tech (Weaver bonus)- Soul Music
Though Glintwood itself has no special properties that enhances the music born from its instruments, there is one property of it that has yet to be explored. Music played on these ethereal strings can be felt in the spiritual world, resonating with nearby souls and flowing through the aether (perhaps, with enough volume, even into the afterlife high above Lys...?) Liten musicians call out to the souls of those mid-cycle, hoping to beseech them to act as messengers for their musical magics. (Make Adulator abilities ranged to some degree. This can be a multi-turn affair)

>Action 2 - Develop Culture Tech (Weaver bonus) - Organized Religion
Lys divine nature is absolute, as clear as the light all Liten bathe in. With shrines dotting the landscape, hymns filling a grand temple, and manuscripts (of mostly fanciful tales, true, but the Liten are still proud of them) guarded by the Weavers in their silken homes, the Liten are able to codify an actual religion proper; festivals, holidays, rituals, pilgrimages... they are able to have it all, all to show their love for Lys.

Unit Interacts
Lys - Strong Lure [1DI] to Yoregar. (5d10)
Adulator 1+2 - Blockade Midnights trade. (2d10*2)
Daleth - Move to Lys
Lamedh - Move to Lys
Primal - Move to Lys

extra dice for 10* explosions

Trade
Whatever Caterina wants.

>>6408911
The bigger god watched the other one with pursed lips. He did feel slightly bad but..."I'm afraid I cannot do that. This one has been a calamity on these people for a few generations and I can hardly deny them this. They will keep its corpse. Furthermore, I predict I may fight a more powerful foe eventually and I will need of what materials I can scavenge without harming its mana generation."

Then he studies the man's face and sighs heavily. "This isn't the first time this happens to you is it?" He turns to stare at the west for a moment. "There's another one nearby...but I wish to make that one kneel myself. It only respects strength and while I do not doubt you could try your charms on it," He turns back to look at Huang "You do not appear to be much of the warrior type. It will kill you and your companions relatively effortlessly should you approach it like that. I would know as I fought with it previously."

He points an arm towards the North "However, there is another of these 'Apex' far north. I do not know what it looks like or what it can do, but I know the north is generally quiet and it does not seem surrounded by many other gods. I think you could tame that one easily enough, though I would be careful about that annoyingly bright light over there if I were you, that is also a deity as you can probably tell." He now points directly to the Southeast. "This one...is getting closer to my city I think, but it's not quite there yet. Frankly I never ventured south or very far to the East so I know nothing about how your attempts could go."

Makrópnoos face Huang once more and leans on his sword "I would not interfere should you go after either of those two, and as slight compensation for..." He waves his hand at the scene "...this, I could do you a favor of your choosing once I'm done with my business in this region or perhaps even help with your hunt should you wish for it. What do you say?"

He thinks a bit. "Oh right, what would be your name stranger? I realise this is our first time meeting and we haven't even introduced ourselves! I go by Makrópnoos, though many call me the Godking these days, courtesy of this Crown." He gestures at Laurelios, and Huang can tell that it is no mere crown but a deity in its own right.

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>>6409057
"Hoh hoh hoh" the old man laughs good naturedly, even as his gaze turns steely. "There are worlds of strength not tied to martial might. You would do well to recognize that, o' monarch"

He gestures southeast.
"Why, just to this one's east was a false dragon of many necks and its syrconite kite, with no true strength of its own, but followers numbering legion and speech that devours sense and invades the soul. It has joined this one's pantheon out of as much fear for itself as it did loneliness, though it will never admit to either"

Then he gestures closer, to the thicket of thorns and spikes.
"And therein you see this one's rarely leashed disciple, of soul unmarred and body unwittingly stained with the blood of millions. His own followers fear and love him, as they should, but in turn they fear none else, and love naught except that which can show them greater strength"

Finally, he pats on Heliodos's snoozing head.
"And even away from them, this one is never helpless"

Insult addressed, he allows his gaze to soften.
"Far be it from this one to deny a blood debt repayment. And farther still to impose on one's moste honest hunt" conceal the bitterness, conceal it! "This one wishes you well on both of your hunts. If you wish to compensate this one for distracting Zolt..."

Huáng begins pondering.
"Are you up for a wager?"

>>6409074
The Godking raises an eyebrow. "What kind of wager? I find that luck does its damned best to run against my own machinations opposing the future, so it depends."

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>>6409077
"A kindred spirit, hoh hoh hoh"
He gestures west.
"This one's disciple, Tsss, has long wished for his own apex. He fields his followers at this very moment, to hunt down and kill that Warvorn of yours"

Huáng taps his sword on the ground imperiously.
"Kill as thou wilt. If the corpse makes it to Thornshade, it is this one's disciple's to keep. Intercept it, and they will have saved you the trouble of the fight. No fortune, this, but test of pure skill against skill. What say you?"

>>6409079
His brows furrow "I do not doubt I can reach Warvorn before those little lizards can, though I doubt either of us would appreciate a good fight interrupted again."

>>6409080
"Then you've nothing to lose, do you?"

>>6409081
"I did say I wanted it to kneel, not die. I am working on a way to do this with combat" He clucked his tongue "It would not be hard for me to simply seize a corpse"

>>6409083
Huáng claps his hands.
"This one shall ask his disciple to give you a challenge"

>>6409085
"Hmm, how about this then, I shall tell the Beast King about them and watch from the sidelines. If those lizards can withstand an attack from a being such as Warvorn, then I suppose there is little I can do to stop them now can I? I have just seen mortals slay an apex, let them be tested then."

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>>6409088
"Huáng Nan Bo, sectmaster of the Mount Ao, disciple of The Glow, accepts the monarch's wager"

Roll for wizard!

Rolled 3 (1d6)

Well this is embarrassing

> tsss apologizes, tsss would like to amend gravic warrior move to (8,19) so can do big race!

>>6409164
Oh fine, if the LITERAL god is worried about some mortals beating him in a race, just put them back at their original spot.

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>>6409164
>>6409113

Makrópnoos thinks a bit, then chuckles. ''On second thoughts, I'd rather not gamble with this. Give me a moment'' He then raises his voice to talk to the spike ball. ''Your name is...Tsss correct? If you tell your little lizards to not kill Warvorn and just raid towns, I will give you a very shiny object that you can use to make things even sharper and stabbier. What do you say?''

>>6409272
"a stabbby shinnny!? tsss will have it! was leeeedle worried Kikka get chomped up, what if lion has other strife realm inside!? tsss use shiny stabby and shiny shiny and stabby stabby and make shiny stabby whooshy stabby stabby...."

This line of discussion continues for some time. Suffice to say the deathball sees no issue in this arrangement.

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>>6409272
Huáng's expression showcases bitterness. But he forces through a proud smile.
"My, Tsss, such growth you have shown, that mighty monarchs would rather pay tribute than lose face to you"
And the pride is replaced by scorn.
"And in so doing, lose both face and tribute. Tsss, Heliodos , Evrozapt, put some distance lest they infect you with their dishonor"

>>6407548
>Huáng indignantly moves to (15,16), picks Tsss up and moves him to (15,17)
>Heliodos sullenly moves to (15,17)
>Huang huffs, picks up Heliodos and moves to (19,20)
>Evrozapt grimaces and moves to (8,21)

>>6408852
>Use free action: Change +2 bonus to fortitude from Fury of Rojodaz into a +2 bonus to Movespeed

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>>6404395
A certain pretender sleepwalks south, escaping the currently sleeping-besides-her crocodile's attention. A stabbing, piercing sound escapes her, and danced with the winds to north.

>Midnight Caller moves to (3,23).
>Midnight Caller whistles, spending 1 DI?

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Rolled 8, 4, 7, 8 = 27 (4d10)

>>6407548
>>6409276
>Trade District Planning, Profound Manuals, and Logography to Midnight Caller [MI] (1-3/9)
>Trade Not All That Glitters Is Jold, and Long Gate Of Heaven to Tsss/Thornshade [MI] (4-6/9)
>The Shennong and Northern Profound Masters move north, continuing to build walls adjacent to the roads [MI] (7-8/9)
>Convert Mana [MI] (9/9)

>Southern Profound Masters move to (17,23)
>Pholipoly moves to (12,21)
>Move Blophemous to Thornshade


>Develop [MA] - Turtle Shell
>Preq-Tech: Bond Harnessing, Dao Of LIGHTWEIGHT, Drajon Physique
>Preq-Resources: N/A
>Dao Of LIGHTWEIGHT now applies to a number of gear pieces equal to general tech DV
Past efforts of body training were too strenuous on a disciple's body. But the main hurdle has been passed, and with improvements made on disciple bodies, failures become new challenges to surmount.
Weights upon weights loaded on the body, dragged behind it, and thrown by it? Inefficient, impractical, foolish! Sustainability was key. Weave a precise system of threads to load-balance, and an egg can heft a mountain, a teardrop of glass can withstand the sundering of the heavens themselves.


>Develop [MA] [3 DI] - Not All That Glitters Is Jold 金玉其外,败絮其中
>Preq-Tech: Purification, Free Spirit, Theater, Sunglasses
>Preq-Resources: Thaumites, Scroll Pavilion (library structure)
>Normal units become immune to direct conversion. Culture/Affinity effects that aren't Direct Conversion and are reliant on light or sight get -1 FV and trigger White Horse on failure, with appropriately inverted effects.
The lack of Thaumites to defend every single unworthy disciple in the sect from wayward unsubstantiated thoughts would cripple lesser sects. But for Mount Ao, every setback was a chance to improve.
Theatrical performances and lessons on the gulf between appearance and reality do much, but it is the lesson on turning a jade beauty's own charms on her that find much purchase in the hearts of disciples.

Those that would fall to the charms of a jade beauty, selling soul and dignity alike for a second look were legion, and so demand would fall with such great supply.
But those that would spurn such charms, barely granting them any attention, and in turn continuing on with their day, would guarantee a second look, and a third. Greater than any beauty's beauty was her ego, and the ego was key to many a downfall. If not the jade beauty's herself, then those that thought themselves her equals.

Rolled 8, 1, 3, 5 = 17 (4d10)

>>6406910
>>6407555
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

The sane method has been attempted, with arguable success. Her rival queen was spared the worst and yet lives. Drakatron's people remain... mostly alive if not the town. Xenoq's entourage mill about still breathing. This being a mixed bag of an outcome, but nevertheless Mortrose's hoard swells with numbers previously unconsidered. Truly, hiding in shelter looking to slowly eek out a living from investments would not grow her hoard at the rate she'd hoped. That foolish drakatron and northern beast too much the pacifists.

She would have to take direct action.

And so, the prior backup plan had become the primary plan. Today, she would make history, or she would make fools of herself. With the line between foolishness and boldness determined only by one's success.
Luckily for her, all others who could bare witness to the actual outcome were too far away to see, allowing the snake to spin her story at her leisure.

>[God Unit] [DI] - Tactic - Move to the ocean hex containing Venthazek, and suplex the Mega Kaiju onto hex <28,20>, then move there ourselves. Time to airdrown a fish.
Rules don't seem to specify Tricks as separate from tactics anymore, so unsure if I am able to move and grapple in the same attack or not anymore. 4 dice for a contested strength check.

Rolled 10, 10, 8, 5, 6, 5, 1, 2, 4, 4, 9, 7, 6, 5, 9, 1, 8, 10, 7, 8 = 125 (20d10)

>>6407553
>>6409337
>Upgrade Settlement [MA] - Town Prime Site.
>Upgrade Settlement [MA] - City Prime Site.
The sharepiles are healthily full. Surplus charity from the northerners have accrued. Prime Site is to be renovated, to serve as this civilization's heart. The visionary.. wills it?

>Relocate [MI] - 16 Population from Prime Site to First Contact.
Pretenders are to move to Contact to facilitate resource transportation, and continue relationship building.

>Tune In [MI] - The Myceliac Faith from Southern Spire.
The dancers took a sojourn north. While the fungal body plan eludes them,
they already practice the faith these listeners practice. The dancers simply learned the name, and that they were supposed to speak after listening.

>Develop Tech [MA] - First Sun Idols
>Prequisites: Teachings of the Sun, First Sun Belief, The Myceliac Faith, Made to Please, Dreaming, Sustained Hypnagogy, Unified Mind.
The Teachings, the Faith, the Cult. The Most True of Suns is beyond, yet, we must propitiate it. Its light casts its image, so why not construct an image if an image of it is equal to it? We lack the tools to truly assemble an image worthy of it, but well, aren't we forgetting something? Why, we have our idols here. They listen! They speak! They are it! One need only to see.

>Establish Trade Route [MA][1 DI] - Coincidence, transporting Gelatin Fruit from Shinnyton to Prime Site.
Ofcourse! It blesses us! From powder and death, bloomed are fruits aplenty! We must develop our virtues to please it further!

>Blockade [FA] - Steps in Rhythm 4 on First Contact against Prime Site's Coincidence.
The dancer here continues dissenting against the Prime Site's draw. Utilization of this particular miracle to aid the Prime Site's construction need not mean it growing further.

>SiR4 attempts to blockade the Prime Site - First Contact's Coincidence, rolling the first two Culture dice.
>Midnight Caller contests SiR4, rolling the next three Terraforming dice.
>Midnight Caller contests Lys's Adulators, rolling the next six Terraforming dice.
>Extra dice for exploding.

>>6407758
This turn is illegal

God moves closed to Aztlas
1: All units return to the capital and re-equip as described in this last post, reinforcing as Brainjackers
2-4: Sektek, Brain and Worm build as many pylons as possible
5-6: Trade Rizz and Supremacist Sophistication to Kikka
7: Trade more stuff to Beast, whatever they don’t have really
8: Compress all mana to DI
9-10: Wasted

>>6409387
>Miscounted power, tsss trade is 2 not 3
>Heliodos nibbles Huang and achieves full power [UI]

>>6407548
>>6407560
Drakatron screams in fury as the hulking insect escapes. About half a second later, he also realizes Coen's Grave appears to have been completely obliterated by whatever that heat beam was, along with a non trivial portion of the surrounding countryside. A half-second after THAT, he realizes that the damnable insect that has been the subject of his increasingly maniacal mono-focus appears to have fled straight into the heavily walled off southern continent.

After a flex of divine might to repair the worst of the damage, the great dragon sets off in pursuit of the prey.

>Drakatron Terraforms hexes [33.20] and [34,20], spreading the Jungle terrain from [32,20]
>Drakatron moves to hex [31,23]

Meanwhile, with the direct threat seemingly passed, the easily distracted Sharpclaw take to buzzing about their flashy, fancy new air fleet. What wonderous places will they go? What wonderous things will they steal? Well, it may take a while until anybody finds out, because they bloody things are infuriatingly slow compared to a ground unit running with the Clever Girls! Surely, there must be some way of fixing that...

>Major Action: Develop Aerodynamics

Elsewhere, as those who'd taken shelter in the Bastion adjacent to the smoldering crater formerly known as Coen's Grave, somebody asks how the trade route is going to stay open if the settlement once at it's northern end is gone. A flurry of reconstruction follows.

>Major Action: Rebuild Coen's Grave at [33,20], preferably before it's absence closes the trade route.

Rolled 10, 10 = 20 (2d10)

>>6407548
>[MA] [DI] Finish improving Nevasca

>[MA] Upgrade Village at 17,7 into Town

-[MI] Trade Cheese with Lys in exchange for Fire

-[UI] [DI] Catarina attacks primal at 15,2

-[UI] Heroes and mage attack primal at 15,2

>>6407548

>[MA] Terraform: Claim [DI] - (36,13),(36,14),(37,14),(40,15)
>Laqura: Move to (38,28)
>Nalori & Imoziqul: move to (38,19)
>Godomoloke: Move to (40,19) (or to (38,28) if Laqura can carry it there).

>[MA] Terraform: Join Pantheon
Mortrose is getting a band together...

>[MI]The builders on (37,21) continue building walls
>[MI]The builders on (35,11) continue building walls for their town.

>>6408852
>>6407549
The Crown thinks, energy divine and magical flickering across nodes of amber and runes of gold.

This will be a great request… but it has a duty, a purpose, and this ruler has been good.
Plus, the requests ARE those of a worthy ruler.

Therefore…

“RULE”

>MA+1DI: Invest 1DI into Makrópnoos’s Bystander ability

>MA+1DI: Invest 1DI into Makrópnoos’s Kneel or be Kneeled ability

>Gift 4 Mana to Makrópnoos
>Convert 2 Mana into DI
>Share tech with Makrópnoos: Architecture
>Share tech with Makrópnoos: Temple Decorations
>Share tech with Makrópnoos: Better Living Quarters

The larger god feels an untold burst of energy!


>>6408732
>Communicate[Tsss]
Laurelios, crown of crowns, the meaning of royalty embodied, feels… a kindred being. A wielded, rather than a wielder.

Spurred by an uncharacteristic bout of personality, it tries to do what all living things wish to do- communicate, say hello! But it is, unfortunately, a big spiky hat.

All it can do is give Tsss a vision of several stupendously fattened and very happy Kikka feasting amidst enraptured Shades of dead kings

>>6410424
>MI: Absorb 6 Mana

>>6408722
>Share Tech [MI 9/9] [Ervenbloud] Concordant Sync

>Unit Move [Syrsiet] to (16,15)
>Unit Move [Xekath] to (16,14)


>>6408821
>Communicate [tsss]
"It is most intriguing to hear tales of your people. Admittedly it was hard for my people for many years to see yours as, well, more than marauders. But, times have changed, and we have enjoyed a great time of peace after making proper contact. I am sure it was the same on both ends; it can be challenging to see the benevolence and value of another life unlike yourself, until you have been made acquainted."

Jahera lights up at the opportunity, continuing nervously.

"Oh, of course! My favorite Vessel is the one from my great grandmother Jehane's time, Gerniet the Fiable. They were the second of only two vessels of House Yros, our seekers of lost knowledge. Us Listeners can see through the eyes of our Listeners, at most times, and it was this age where we were enabled to see things far from home. Gerniet traveled the world to the North, inviting all to witness beautiful landscapes, culture and people, and even terrifying monsters never before seen. It was so inspirational that many left to join Gerniet in Vesper Keep, and it is there they still pursue this dream of a life not beholden to traditionalist values and responsibilities. My great grandma left with a band of explorers to go there, and one day I hope to do the same. It's this dream, and these stories, that many of us here cling onto to inspire ourselves to change things for the better."

Realizing she has grown a bit carried away in her own ramblings, the little knight adjusts her posture.

"...Forgive me, tsss, sir. I will not bore you with too many tales of our meager lives. I must imagine an ancient God as yourself has many responsibilities to attend to. We will not keep you, but I will greatly cherish this unique memory you've given me. It is not often a Listener gets to speak with a God!"

>>6408883
>Communicate [Lys]
The band of knights chuckle amongst themselves in reaction to Lamedh inquiring where Gerniet is. Before their laughing stifles to breath room for a response, the demigod unveils the true extent of power Lys channels through her. Their laughter cuts to silence, overtaken in stoic fear of the supernatural magicks that transform their surroundings, if only for a moment. Returning to the dark, the knights murmur, rallying closer as they steel their spirits.

"Gerniet is dead. And so too are the two vessels that followed, as well as however many more infantile Vessels those miscreants with the House Unmourned have drowned. Unlike whatever you two are, each one of us have a grave waiting for us back home, Vessels included. I wouldn't hurt yourself mourning them, especially not a 'knight' of House Yros who spends their time helm deep in mycelium folds, or chasing dreams of playing God like that runaway you met."

The brazen knight does not appear to guise his words when speaking his mind, speaking as though he personally has little to lose, not entirely to the pleasure of his comrades. However, the tensions inability to hold him back, if nothing else informs the twin demigods it is this confidence that facilitates his leadership and their trust in him. Responding to Lamedh's final inquiry, the knight of House Morcair continues.

"No offense to you or that divine lamp of yours, but its tall freaks like yourself, transporting us or our minds to places beyond our will, that give us something to fear. My men have families to return to, and aye its trade we seek, but what we offer doesn't come without assurances. This domain is your safety, and our safety is in the damp and dark beneath the dirt. We live different lives, you and me. I'm sure your folk and old Gerniet were chums, but I only know his name from history folds, and whatever that trick was you pulled was the first of any sort of magick I've ever witnessed. Trust is earned, and that would start with us sticking to our tunnels. Besides, if such a place as this is so impenetrable to dangers, what harm could come from our passage whether under or above the substrate?"

>>6410445
Sorry, I don't have 6 mana, absorb 4 Mana

MA DI 2 build the abyss (12,16)
There was always the abyss, a psionic construct locked away in Patior's mind, a place of exquisite suffering and reward. Truly if one is ready to take their devotion to Patior to the next level they would venture within. It was now released inside a cave Inside is warped creatures and traps only fit for immense torture. Anyone who could brave its challenges would be refined in soul and have power that stood above their fellow mortals.

The idea is a thematic sacrifice of population to create champions.

MA claim (10,17)

MA claim (11,17)

MA create walls around lament

They were bloodied and broken by attacks from the outside world and as such protection was in order.

>>6410502
Wait fuck I forgot
>Move Rampachu to 17,13

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>6410306
Rolling the extra dice due to the nat 10

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Rolled 10, 4, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>6407555
>>6406910
>>6409448
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

The harrowing lands of bottomrite teem with untold monstrosities of overwhelming size, elegant indestructible scales, untold destruction, and great draconic visages. And also this random metal man with an island designed like his face, now, apparently. Teamwork between these proud and aloof beasts have been intermittent at best, but now brought together in the urge to bring a great Apex to heel, it is time to finalize such allegiances. And not just because the metal man is capable of harnessing these apex primordials and we need such a pact to sort out the ownership of said apex's affects.

>Major: [Form Pantheon] [2DI] - The Dragon's Dogma of Dominance - Pantheon for Mortrose, Drakatron, Laqura, and Xenoq (on account of his flying blue draconic primal that deigns to accompanying him, allowing the other members to save face).
>Base Pantheon Ability - Dragon's Dominance - Dragons are inherently superior, thus we can trade non-dragon like units among other members like pawns and simple belongings. From the lowliest menial to the greatest Apex. (if we are able to give it an ability with the first DI put into a pantheon, if not, then just make this the 'make pantheon' part.)
>2nd Pantheon Ability (from the second DI) - Official Pantheon Afterlife - Seeing as all other members lack their own afterlives, Mortrose has taken the liberty of... providing one for all the others. Such selflessness on her part. All pantheon members' mortals share the same afterlife, with Overturn of Heavens ~ Rite of Right to the Soul providing an overwhelming seizure of their souls into Encased in Clay ~ Added to the Hoard.
First three dice spirit check.

Meanwhile, Kentrose is set to work on a most important task. Poking at beaches and seeing if glass can be made with suitable taste to her Lady. The basic glass made in kilns come out a boring clear color, certainly useful but in the already red-tinged world beneath the Serpent's Paths, it must be even redder to show off such contrast and saturation. A quick accident with Daemu Fen spilling into the cracks in the sand does succeed in making a glass of soothing light green coloration in open sunlight, but in the red underworld it's an unsightly brown. That won't do at all, but it does provide the idea of adding the ruddy glepnal instead...

>Major: [Develop] [Mana] - ShadowGlass Making (enhanced Sand Collection general tech) - By mixing in the barest amount of glepnal particulate into sand mixtures before glazing them into a Red-tinged glass, Kentrose is able to use them to faciliate the remarkable - highly aesthetic glass windows, lenses, and baubles that'll assuredly please her lady's tastes. The ability to inscribe wyrmscrawl into transparent material is only an added bonus, of course.
Using: Domain: Aethereal. Tech - Pottery, Furnleum Lamplighting, Ceramic Kilns, Wyrm's Will, Coherence Scrawl. Resources - Sand, Glepnal Mud, Daemu Fen, Furnleum.

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Rolled 6, 5, 9, 8, 7, 1, 1, 9, 6, 7 = 59 (10d10)

>>6410690
>>6407555
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

>>6407559
>Rolling 5 separate 2d10s for each wall's defense check vs the breath.
While it wasn't prompted, considering that Venthazek did attack my walls, I'm rolling defense for each one (delicious Fort XP). Both in part because they have Glepnal Mud's heat resistance properties to them along with decent structural integrity and soak, while also supposedly Venthazeks' heat beam attack decays in power the more it has to cut through. I imagine the first 3 or so are totally toast, but there is a decent chance that after the first 3, the damage might've been enough for the fourth wall between him and the settlement to still be standing. At the very least, the amount of bleed off through 4 walls, a settlement, an Apex Primal, and a god might be enough to give the final one a chance at survival rather than taking more than 15 damage in a single hit.

With their goddess already committed to battle, the rest of Her forces move with their own purpose.
>[Kentrose and Korvur] - Move to <37,27> along the canal to get closer to the warring primals
>[Army] - Move to <39,27>

>[Minor] [Brother Sadman] [Mana] - Move to <32,26> and Corruption Spellcast on Xaladaxa. Triggering the 3 built up spellcasts, giving Xenoq the extra little bit needed to ensure the conversion is all but assured. Provide a malus to Xaladaxa's ability to resist Xenoq's conversion, while also implanting an underlying, limited, influence over the creature to Mortrose via the Pantheon and corruption domain. We help, but that doesn't mean we can't taint the chalice a little as well. Ants are inferior to drakes, after all...
>[Minor x3] Builders
>Southern - Build 6 walls on <30, 26> and 2 on <31,25>, Central
>Central - Build 4 on <32,23>, then another 4 on <32,22> to reestablish the canals connection next turn with the northern builders.
>Northern - Hinges on if the final, fifth wall managed to resist the gojirra breath, as that means I either build 1+4+3 or 1+4-2 walls this turn. Assuming only 3 walls, build 2 on the southern coast of <31,19>, and one bridge over the southern side of <30,19>. If I get the full 8 then double up the bridges and put a northern stretch to double-line the canals.


>[Minor] - Trade Heralds of the Lady to The Beast.

Rolled 9, 8, 7, 8, 2, 10 = 44 (6d10)

>>6407555
>[MA] Lantern of Beastial Enlightenment [2 DI]
>Domains: Change, Soul, Domination; Preq-tech: Ichor Conversion, Divine Dominance, Enhanced Ichorous Affinity, Morphont Mimicry, Mana Quenching, The Ichorous Word, Soulful Color Craze; Resources: Enhanced Thaumites, Citrus Salt, Lime, Jolt
>Anti-Hero/Primal Conversation Equipment
What lies beyond the forest is a scary place. In Harbour’s teachings, the horrors of the south know no bounds. Stories from the refugees tell tales of monsters of terrible destructive power. Settlements, wiped. Entire generations, gone in a blink of an eye. Titanic beings, duking it out for supremacy.

And so, the Children prepare themselves as best they can. Enhanced Thaumite. Citrus Salt. Lime. A clump of shiny Jolt. All forged in the ichor pools of the Mana Cove, under the ever restful eyes of the aurora’s light and Writ’s steadfast slumber. Enlightened by the Beast’s own flame, these new lanterns shine with a new hope, a burning heart, able civilize the most savage of souls, and change them for the better.

>[MA]Way of Hollowed Wood [2DI]
>Domains: Change, Forest; Preq-tech: Gatedameu, Shaping Wood, Pernicious Growth, Gardening, Grove Cultivation, Cultivation of the Inner Beast; Resources: Enhanced Thaumites, Lime, Gatewood, Mana Ichor Cove, Deamu
>Increased and enhances available equipment slots
The Gatedameu, undoubtedly the strangest of the Children, have taken their cultivation to an unprecedented extreme. The Hollowed Way was originally a meditation practice, meant to empty one’s thoughts of conflicting desires, and calm one’s nerves to the oncoming Change. Yet the Gatedameu, know for their eccentricities and spatial parlor tricks, took to the practice in a literal sense. Thought improbable due to their size, they were able to warp their internal space to vastly increase their spatial capacity, often to levels of outright absurdity.

The Gatedameu were hardly shy with their tricks, often dazzling their followers with magnificent feats, and challenging them to the craft in the heart of the Mana Cove. Though many failed, the talented prevailed, some with crafted wooded box of extraordinary capacity, and others with the ability to transform their own Change into this…Way of Hollowed Wood. For nothing snared the imagination of the Childrem more, than pulling hare out of their metaphorical hat.

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>>6410713
>4chan ate my picture ;_;

>Beast heads to (24, 3), potentially carrying Harbour there as well.
>[UI]Marine Expedition head to Arche while attempting to avoid any primals… a stumbles upon a queer sight of a floating metal ship. Had Arktikana’s elder brother abandoned its Sun? The Children investigate the FACEship before moving on to Arche, attempting to open diplomacy with the floating ship (which may happen later).
>[UI]Blackhawk 1 renders aid to the stricken populous of Lumthralius Spire, and spreads the good Ichorous Word (more on that later).
>[UI]Blackhawk 3 notices a series a strange coincidences revolving around their delectable gelatin fruits! Hey, those are our Ichorous Delights! They proceed to Blockade this illegal fruit smuggling ring from Shinnyton, and investigate the origins of these ‘Bondsmen’ that dare trample upon the bonds of the north!
>[UI]Muster a unit of Blackhawks on Shinnyton, and a unit of Onzabra on Exettakal if they are not aboard the Marine Expedition (just in case it didn’t process, ignore if it did).
>Tech Share- Equivalent tech trade with C-Ark (Coral Medication + the Medicinal Jelly tech if two techs were traded), Thaumite Revolution with Mortrose

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>>6410724
>Mana Absorb if needed

>>6407549
>Lithic ponders, then realizes he she they should create trade routes to more gods around them like Lyss even though that god would blind his creations.. at that an idea is formed if my people are to avoid becoming blind when treading on the lights domain. Gathering some stone cutters Lithic had clear quarts cut into lenses then tinted to allow Petrosapiens movement across their territory, not to mention looking pretty snazzy
Develop [MA] [1 DI] - <shade goggles>
>Preq-Tech: stone carving, paint
>Preq-Resources: stone
> <allows a user to withstand the blinding light of a gods realm temporarily>
<purpose is to help traverse and create means of establishing trade to multiple gods outside of the Chrystal spire>
>speaking of they should seriously send some carved boats to see what’s playing out on the neighboring continent.
Send small minion group past hex [15,11]
>To establish communication between potential peers

>>6410468
Their words are informal, even flippant, but the Knights's impropriety wouldn't draw any ire or retribution from Lamedh, or the looming Daleth behind her. Their early laughter is met with chiming giggles from the Liten around - they laugh for laughter's sake, of course, for they can't know what amuses the Knight's so. A few of them are growing distracted in some way or another, as children are wont to do, amusing themselves among the thick, winding roots of the celestial trees.
((damn, I shoulda called these Celestrees or Celestreeials, not Glintwood))

"You have a strange irreverence for the Divine makers, but that is the way of the south, no? Lys' sight reigns far and wide, and I often catch glimpses of the danger and violence the other Divine's are prone to through our shared vision." Lamedh says, giving a slight smile, the one she saves for broken children and survivors. The Kikka were the last to see this smile, their violence drowned in a God's benevolence. "The wider world is harsh, but Gerniet's... death, such as it, was a product of his nature, as you say. We celebrate his existence, and his travels - His death was his own, not born of another's malice, and that is always something to wish for. I cannot imagine the strange relation between your own Divine and yourselves, but harsh words and mockery are rarely welcome, and even more rarely of any real value."
This was obviously said in response to them calling her a freak, but her smile doesn't falter, and she continues unbothered.

"The Divine care for us - yes, us. Do not mistake me for a Demigod, for though I bear a Spark, I once was as you were. I remember hunger and pain, death and grief. These are what Lys' light shields us from, you know, but we will not impose it's comfort on you unless you do us harm. This land is peaceful, it's inhabitants kind."

She moves to place a palm on one of the glittering trees, her touch causing the bark to display a distant nebulae of pinks and greens. She stirred at it idly for a moment, the gasses twisting around her fingertips in lazy circles. She was clearly deep in though, but still maintaining that timeless serenity she was suffused with.

"A tunnel below would guarantee distance from the realm above, but only for a time. The roots of these trees grow deep, and through their glow, Lys is known. Her Light will fill these tunnels, even if only in a gentle glimmer, as it does here." She says eventually, gesturing at the vibrant night sky around them. "If you wish to bring the dangers of the south to these lands by secrecy beneath the earth, know now that it is already a failed venture. The unknown is a threat, and so Lys strives to see all, and the earth itself will not prove difficult to pierce should she so wish. Acknowledge this, and swear no harm on our land and peoples, and Lys will allow what you wish to pass."

Rolled 4, 9, 8, 10, 6, 5, 1, 8, 10, 1 = 62 (10d10)

(Ehhh I've got no excuses this time, other than being rather out of sorts and not wanting to hold the Epoch up unnecessarily. Next time for sure...)

>[MA] [2 DI] Invest my portion into the Pantheon
>[MA] Attempt to Establish a Naval Trade Route with Drakatron

>[UM] Boarbarosso, Tarazound, & Primonan to (31, 18)
>[UM] Xenoq (carrying Panoptan) to (32, 23)
>[UI] [DI] Xenoq makes a Convert against Xaladaxa

(First five rolls are for the Pantheon, next five are for the Convert.)

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>6412286
(Rolling for the dice explosion that actually matters.)

Rolled 6, 9, 9, 5, 7, 2, 10, 1, 2, 4, 9, 6, 10, 5 = 85 (14d10)

>>6408982
>>6409448
>>6410306
>>6412286
(Primal resistance rolls. First through fourth die are for Yoregar, fifth through eighth are for Venthazek, ninth through tenth are for Rhethrack, eleventh through fourteenth are for Xaladaxa.)

Rolled 4, 10 = 14 (2d10)

>>6412288
(Rolling for the respective dice explosions.)

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>6412289
(Aaaand again.)

>>6412290
(Phew, damn, cut that literally as close as possible, thanks for the heart attack dice gods.)

>[UM] Xenoq (carrying Panoptan) to (32, 21)
>[MI] [Lithic] Attempt to Trade Office Parties for The Wheel
>[MI] Convert 4 Mana to DI

>>6411259
"Well I hate to step on the primroses that are the manner in which you people speak, but harsh words and mockery are plenty valuable, they are something we owe to those who don't earn their honor. Respect is achieved, and it is the responsibility of any to remind his fellow knight of that he has neglected. You celebrate Gerniet's little romantic and philisophical journey, but what we remember are the three generations of unchecked politicians poking around at graves, and now I as a foreman have to get my construction drafts from some old fart over the relay who is operating the brain of my dead ancestor."

The knight adjusts his reigns in a moment of silence, composing himself to bring things back on topic from what branched off of a very small insignificant of Lamedh's conversation, but all too much to resist venting over.

"...Sorry I called you a freak. Ask any one of my men here, when we are promised things like safety, comfort, shelter—It's a slippery slope into some unwritten contract that either keeps you honorbound in indentured servitude the rest of your years, or has you wandering off in a trance towards some lizard temple who knows where. So forgive me when I lash out from hearing the same culty jargon. Let's just take a step back. Your lamp doesn't want some moldy soldiers marching in from the south, and I won't make some vow that dooms my future reincarnation should the big men in charge flip their lids. Let's meet in the middle. We will build one of our relays in a town of your choice, and our people will spend some generations exchanging ideas with your walking windchimes, and when things go well we can discuss something more committal. What do you think?"

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>6412294

>>6412372
The lead Knight's explanation of the repercussions of Gerniet's absence has Lamedh giving a sympathetic smile, acknowledging the Knight's words with a "you're right" nod and affirming hand gesture.
"It sounds like his absence caused you great troubles indeed. I'm sorry that you suffered so, and at the hands of your own people no less. For our part in ushering him north, I also apologize. It was my gift that helped guide him on, a map so that he may never be lost. Your apology is appreciated, and thank you for understanding our fear of southern dangers. These other...'cults' sound rather horrific, if true. We will endeavor not to betray the trust of any who come our way, and allow them to leave unswayed if they have meant us no harm."

She chuckled lightly. "We will also take care to gently remind any other of your travelling Spark-bearers to not neglect their duties at home, you have my word."

Daleth speaks up, a rumbling, grating voice like armor grinding against itself.
"Your politicians seem at fault here, more than Gerniet. We also have 'politicians', of a sort, but..." He trails off.

Lamedh gestures at the surrounding Liten, more of who are now openly playing. Instruments of the same space-y wood have appeared among the group, and lilting music begins to fill the air, lively but quiet.

"They mostly run for 'elections' to set whatever fashion trend they have in mind into motion. At worst, you end up with clashing colours and mismatched socks." She explains with a tittering laugh.

She straightens her robe, pristine as they are, and gives a quiet cough. Her tone become regal again, speaking with utmost formality once more. She 'steps' into the air, balancing on strings of light,
rising to stand before the Knight, eye-to-eye. "Your idea has merit, Knight of House Morcair. I will agree to a communication relay on behalf of Lys, and look forward to the exchange of ideas. May I have your name, so that we can agree as equals?"

Daleth sighs from where he stands, his great spear dropping as he shakes his head. "There's going to be so much paperwork, you know. How and why these little ones love writing and signing such lengthy scrolls is beyond me. Regardless, you and your men are welcome to stay as you like; I'm sure we have room to spare in Hidden Forest, what with the expansions."

>>6412578
The knight hops down from his steed, skipping forward and gestures in a playful curtsy.

"Ser Otis Morcair, at your service. The bulk of us will not be staying, but a handful of these sorry suckers and their future kids are going to have to stay and operate the relay, at least until your folk learn to strum a fold as well as they fill scrolls. If the most you have to worry about are the color of your socks, I think they will get on just fine. Although we may have to send some men up from Southern Spire here and there or in the long-term things are going to get a bit dicey in the propagation department! Hah!"

The tense mood previously tangible amongst the knights is eased by Ser Otis' tone, and certainly helped by the resolution of their diplomacy, as his jest is followed by a wave of chuckles and metallic slaps on the back.

"It brings me pleasure to know we can see eye to eye, and to know your brother here didn't lose his voice after all, that silent stare was beginning to frighten me! Alas, I know my men are excited to see more of this wonderland of yours. Lead the way, would you, Lady Lamedh, 'one who Lys shines through'?"

Over the course of their meeting, the two semi-divinities would have come to observe a great change in demeanor in Ser Otis, particularly following the request of his name. There is an apparent truth to the knight's claim of earned honor, as in one moment he tosses out brutish names and accusations, and the next a delightful and respectful tone.

Rolled 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 6, 2, 8, 6, 4, 6, 5, 6, 3, 2, 10, 9, 5, 1 = 105 (19d10)

(Doing some auto-rolling. First is the contested roll between Catarina's Units and the hairy projectile Yoregar sent their way. Die one through four are Yoregar, while die five through seven, eight, nine, and ten are Catarina, Nevasca, Anivia, and Marcela respectively. Then come the attacks that Catarina's other Units made against Rhethrack, die eleven, twelve, and thirteen corresponding to Nevasca, Anivia, and Marcela. Finally, Rhethrack's resistance rolls against said attacks, in the same order, being fourteen & fifteen, sixteen & seventeen, and eighteen & nineteen.)

Rolled 7, 1, 5, 8 = 21 (4d10)

(Also making auto-resistance rolls for certain Units in range to be affected by Praetorian Eudaleal's Primal Ability. First, second, third & fourth die are for Brother Sadman, Kentrose, and Korvur respectively.)

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GOD ACTIONS
Catarina
Nevasca Improved developed.
Winter’s Peak upgraded.
Cheese shared with Lys.
Lys has gifted you Fire.

Drakatron
While your Sharpclaw’s airships are sturdy constructions, bristling with weaponry, their speed and maneuverability…leave something to be desired. Thus, your people seek to iron out this flaw. They begin by improving on the airship’s design, making the hull sleeker, leaner, sharper, so that it might better cut through the air, before building large dorsal, ventral, and lateral vents into the massive, stitched-together animal hides that keep them aloft. The seals covering these openings can be released at a moment’s notice, letting out a burst of hot air that propels their airship off whichever way the pilot desires with surprising alacrity. Of course, to supplement the hot air vented out as a part of this maneuver the crew members stoking the fire in the belly of the ship are forced to redouble their efforts, but they’re always the lowest in wealth and status on the ship, so what is lost, really? Aerodynamics developed.
To rebuild on the still-warm, carbonized trench carved where a thriving settlement had only recently sat, now atomized by some act of divinity or nature, would seem to any outside observer to be an act of profound stupidity or recklessness. Fortunately, your people are empowered by an emotion far hardier and more profound than the likes of hope, determination, or persistence in the face of adversity: They are driven by spite! Coen’s Grave (re)built.

Ervenbloud
Though you have long been on friendly terms with both your neighbours to the North and South, your relationship has more so been one of friendly acquaintances than it has a tighter form of bond. Now, however, seeing how the world has developed around you and seeks to perhaps leave you behind, it is important that you endeavor to change that. To that end you form the beginnings of a covenant with your longtime fungal trading partners, and their own allies, with whom you have had less contact but been assured as to the trustworthiness of. Royal Pantheon (1/2) developed.
Volk, meanwhile, continues his period of quiet contemplation. He continues to roll over his previous contemplations of the nature of the ashlands, and the volcano’s place with it. Sure, it could perhaps be considered an organism in its own right, but could the ashlands themselves not be considered some great living things as well? Are the volcanoes not, then, akin to a vital organ? Regardless of whether he’s reached some profound philosophical insight or has simply reached some manner of delirium due to the excessive period of self-isolation, he at last feels a connection form with the nearby volcanoes, flooding limbs and magmatic blood with natural, geothermic power. Volk’s Retribution developed.
False Eye shared with the Whisper.
Contracts shared with tsss.
The Whisper has gifted you Concordant Sync.

Harbour
Curing developed.
Cooking developed.

Huáng
At first, your Disciples think this “weighted equipment” to be a laughable challenge, relative to the harsh, back-breaking labour they have been forced to endure in the past. Sure, it’s a bit heavier than what they usually carry around during the day, but compared to heavy steel plates, or great boulders, it’s barely even worth mentioning. Perhaps this is some subtle attempt by their masters to give them some time off? That pleasant thought lasts for about two hours. By the third hour they are sweating and panting, every movement, even standing up or moving, seeming like an exertion, and the less said about performing their regular training under these conditions the better. Nevertheless, the body adapts (or dies, in a few cases, but putting that in the proverb would lower morale), and after several months of the usual suffering your Disciples are able to handle this new training gear with their usual adroitness, and easily handle less intentionally heavy loads while out in the field besides. Turtle Shell developed.
Though these attempts to intentionally divert their attention are, at first, rather unsuccessful, the Disciple’s clumsily feigned lack of interest rather apparent to the object of their desire, eventually the practice begins to bear fruit, your Disciples carrying themselves with the aloof, detached air of a scholar that draws in several curious beauties and fairies, provided it’s paired with the right features. Of course no amount of acting prowess can appeal to a beauty if one lacks the requisite aesthetic appeal, but it’s better than nothing. Not All That Glitters Is Jold developed.
Not All That Glitters Is Jold shared with tsss.
Long Gate Of Heaven shared with tsss.
Huáng has gifted you District Planning shared with Midnight Caller.
Profound Manuals shared with Midnight Caller.
Logography shared with Midnight Caller.

Laqura
4 hexes claimed.
Though some of your newly introduced allies seem a bit…sketchy…to put it nicely, at the very least you now have the beginnings of assurance that that sketchiness of character will not be directed your way. And well, even if their gods are shady, you’re sure that some manner of fruitful exchange can be made with their peoples if nothing else. Pantheon developed(?)(forming a Pantheon requires a DI investment from everyone involved).

Laurelios
Bystander (1/?) developed.
Kneel of be Kneeled (1/?) developed.
Architecture shared with Makrópnoos.
Temple Decorations shared with Makrópnoos.
Better Living Quarters shared with Makrópnoos.

Lithic
While the Spine diverts the worst of the light radiating from your incandescent neighbour’s realm away from Onn, it unfortunately is not a perfect solution, the light still irritating your people’s eyes whenever they face it head on, or cast their gaze in the wrong direction, especially as they approach the border between realms. Thus, to put a permanent end to this particular malady, you carefully fashion small, refractive spectacles of tinted quartz, capable of diffusing the light and protecting your people’s eyes no matter how (concerningly) long they stare at Lys. Thankfully they seem to find the goggles quite fetching as well, eagerly snapping them down over their eyes whenever they venture outside, and sometimes even when they remain underground in Onn, the occasionally embarrassing trip or impact with a wall be damned. Shade Goggles developed.

Lys
Soul Music developed.
Organized Religion developed.
Fire shared with Catarina.
Catarina has gifted you Cheese.

Makrópnoos
Though there is still a degree of delay, shifting(?) the positions of these celestial bodies in a way discernible to those below no easy task even for those trained in the art by the Wonderful Wadusi, and finding said positions in the vast, starry night taking a moment even for the best trained sky readers, compared to relying on more physical methods of coordination the difference is, if you’ll pardon the pun, night and day. In a matter of moments, rather than hours, your gunners are able to quickly coordinate their efforts and lay down a blistering rate of fire on a single target, dozens of cannons barking out a synchronized symphony of destruction. Coordinated Fire developed.
Similarly, though it is not a perfect solution, your people’s efforts to preserve their ammo and more accurately observe the state of their target are more than sufficient to curb the worst of the wastefulness and excesses, even if those particularly…”boom-happy” engineers need a verbal warning or two from their compatriots to cut short their wanton environmental devastation. Long Range Spotting developed.
Ley of the Sky shared with the Whisper.
Coordinated Fire shared with the Whisper.
Laurelios has gifted you Architecture.
Laurelios has gifted you Temple Decorations.
Laurelios has gifted you Better Living Quarters.
The Whisper has gifted you Germinated Goods.
The Whisper has gifted you The Conductor.

Midnight Caller
Guided by a will they do not understand, and buoyed by both the goods they have through entirely honest means acquired and the knowledge that has actually been acquired in good faith from the strange, robed Pretenders(?) to the northeast, the Pretenders grow their island hub with what would seem to outsiders to be near-paradoxical speed, simple huts and lean-tos transforming into massive, multi-story complexes over a period of little more than a handful of years or, in some particularly bizarre cases, months. Prime Site upgraded.
At first, when their leader raves that worthy idols must be made in the First Sun’s image to best capture its glory, your Pretenders are at a loss. Surely capturing such a magnificent visage is far beyond the means of the profoundly unworthy materials available to them, no? After several days spent in perplexity, however, they are enlightened by the increasingly frustrated wailing of the leader. If the materials are unworthy, then of course one must simply assemble an idol befitting the First Sun in one’s mind. With its rays shining down on them to ignite their imagination, what materials do they lack? First Sun Idols developed.
Trade Route (Coincidence) established.
Huáng has gifted you District Planning.
Huáng has gifted you Profound Manuals.
Huáng has gifted you Logography.

Mortrose
Pantheon (4/8) developed.
Shadow Glass Making developed.
Heralds of the Lady shared with the Beast.
The Beast has gifted you Thaumite Revolution.

Patior
2 hexes claimed.
The Abyss developed.

The Beast
Lantern of Beastial Enlightenment developed.
Way of Hollowed Wood developed.
Thaumite Revolution shared with Mortrose.
Coral Medicine shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.
Medicinal Jelly shared with Ͼ-Arkatassus.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Legal Code.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Civil Administration.
Mortrose has gifted you Heralds of the Lady

The Whisper
With no meddlesome, controlling Godking to block their ears or eyes, House Nelyth can at last hear the whispers within the haze, feel the great, unthinking divinity that lurks within every spore, from those spread by the tallest fungal cap to the lowliest tunneling insect. Even within their bodies they can sense its presence, lurking beneath the surface, a connection they seek to further reinforce with the Corpsemold, unconcerned for whatever ills it might inflict upon their flesh. After all, they are not ills at all when they are a blessing from divinity, are they not? Ingrained Sporology developed.
Wherever these misbegotten thieves might come from, and wherever they may go, they will undoubtedly be pleased with this newly given “gift”, the spores that now serve as an extension of your Listeners practically indistinguishable to the naked eye and insidious in their ability to spread, giving to those that would covet your people’s goods the same blessing that was bestowed upon the Listeners so long ago, albeit in a far harsher form. Germinated Goods developed.
Though it is a labour of decades to so thoroughly embed the Chrysalides into even the most far-flung settlements of your people, their unique properties proving finicky, volatile, and prone to producing strange, mycelium-warping effects whenever they are placed in too close a proximity to other fungal structures, eventually, their work is done, pools bringing forth soldiers even in the frigid, inhospitable north or misty, far-flung subcontinent. Assimilated Chrysalides developed.
Germinated Goods shared with Makrópnoos.
The Conductor shared with Makrópnoos.
Concordant Sync shared with Ervenbloud.
Ervenbloud has gifted you False Eye
Makrópnoos has gifted you Ley of the Sky.
Makrópnoos has gifted you Coordinated Fire.

tsss
The Kikka must admit, even by the sadistic standards of the tssslands, that these newly dubbed “Drop Thorides” are a uniquely unpleasant menace, their silent, quickly-executed ambushes leaving even the most able-eyed hunter with little time to react, and even worse odds of surviving if they are “stuck” with the attacker’s thorn, left to die in agonized pain as they nurture a newly-laid brood of the nasty little buggers within their own body. New source of horrific fatalities aside, though, your people are quick to find that diluted doses of the compound normally administered through their dorsal thorn make for a potent cleansing agent, killing any manner of bacteria or germ when it is administered, the slight sting that accompanies even the watered-down version as it strips a layer or two from their scales barely even qualifying as an inconvenience. Drop Thorides created.
Ervenbloud has gifted you Contracts.
Huáng has gifted you Not All That Glitters Is Jold.
Huáng has gifted you Long Gate Of Heaven.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Rizz.
Ͼ-Arkatassus has gifted you Supremacist Sophistication.

Xenoq
(OOP will process this later.)

Ͼ-Arkatassus
Though Ͼ-Sektek himself, even aided by the vast majority of the Cybercult, is able to make little headway into untangling the strange, arcane error that has beset the pylons, you are thankfully able to more easily unravel the proverbial Gordian Knot, arriving at a solution that you deliver to Ͼ-Sektek’s mind with a bit more violence than intended, several of his augmentations short-circuiting under the strain. Thankfully no permanent damage is done, though, and the uniquely talented technician begins to implement the solution, the Pylons whirring to life with renewed energy. Simultaneous Pylon Activation developed.
Wondrous as even initial observations, scans and extrapolations predict them to be, it’s no surprise your people are drawn to the writhing pools of primordial nanites. Unfortunately, initial efforts to harvest the material for more in-depth testing prove…less than successful, the nanites expressing the unfortunate habit of rearing up and engulfing any nearby Palladion in a wriggling, greyish wave that drags its unfortunate quarry into the squirming depths, never to be seen again. But never deterred by the deaths of a few menials, your people eventually develop a means of pacifying the amorphous mass, though actually manipulating it remains for the time being out of reach…Nanomass (2/4) developed.
Rizz shared with tsss.
Supremacist Sophistication shared with tsss.
Legal Code shared with the Beast.
Civil Administration shared with the Beast.
The Beast has gifted you Coral Medicine.
The Beast has gifted you Medicinal Jelly.

Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d10)

PRIMAL ACTIONS
Lichophern
Confused by the strange, confounding, sudden multiplicity of its enemy, the vegetative vines lash out futilely, cutting through an image but receiving no impact as it vanishes (Lichophern attacks ???, it is unsuccessful).

Praetorian Eudaeleal
Confidence regained despite its injured state, the insectoid quadruped lets out a chittering screech as all three of its illusory(?) copies dive in, striking in tandem (Praetorian Eudaeleal attacks Lichophern, it rolls the first and second die).

Rhethrack
R.I.P.

Venthazek
Scornful and unconcerned by the inferior reptile’s attempts to drag it on to the hated land, the doomsday organism journeys north, towards colder, more soothing seas.

Warvorn
Its wounds now scabbed over, Warvorn arrives at last on the shore of the subcontinent, eyeing the distant mainland with an eager gleam in its eye.

Yoregar
Bored of this most distant of norths, Yoregar resumes its journey through the frigid surf that breaks up the archipelago, eyeing a nearby settlement contemplatively…

Zolt
R.I.P.

Rolled 7, 3, 5, 7, 8, 5, 7, 10, 4, 3, 2, 4, 9, 4, 2, 6, 5, 8, 8, 3 = 110 (20d10)

> 5 Gravic Warriors move to Repent, Attack, and then retreat to (13,19) afterwards.

Descending from the sky in a maelstrom of dark wings come hundreds of Kikka warriors, striking without warning or preamble, stabbing, howling, and grabbing anything not nailed down.

They forgot to bring crowbars.

> First ten dice are Offence contests.
> Second ten dice are Plunder rolls. 8,9 and 10 plunder 2 techs.

The tech shares I forgot to do last turn! I am sorry.

> Tech Share Huang: Gravic Gliders
> Tech Share Ervenbloud: Chamberpots (he can pick something else, mostly a placeholder)
> Tech Share Arkatakkus: Chamberpots

>>6413291
Ervenbloud joins the Pantheon
>[MA][DI] Join Royal Pantheon 2/2
The informal method of record keeping used by the merchants until now has proven to be too inefficient for the newest high priest of the Black Wagon’s liking so he persuades the Pyroclastic Council to focus on improving trade infrastructure. He himself begins the progress of establishing an official method of organizing trade agreements and inventory systems.
>[MA] Develop Logistics
>Share Logistics with Whisper
>Share Bone Charms with Tsss

> Share Tech Ervenbloud: Eating Bitterness / A Blessing, whichever
> Share Tech Arkatakkus: Dew Baths
> Three warriors that did not move use Change Type (utilizing the long dragon wall logistics), discarding the Rabble Rider template to create the Gravic Butcher template (Gravic Warriors + Divine Butchery)

> Develop. MA. Pristine Surgical Tools
> Prereqs: Drop Thorides, Joldworking
> A Drop Thoride Collection tech where surgical tools are kept clean with drop thoride acid, dramatically reducing the incidence of infections.

The Kikka, especially those called to service as warriors, are no strangers to injury, but unfortunately those who are called to the fledgling field of medicine are far rarer than those called to the well tread path of violence. Nonetheless, what kikka bonesaws lack in experience they tend to make up for with enthusiasm, well known for their well kept collection of surgical tools of myriad shapes and sizes. Unfortunately these enthusiastic ‘doctors’ tend to lose a concerning number of patients not to blood loss or internal damage, but from the sinister spectre of infection.

It is by a turn of luck that improvement is made. A nameless surgeon found his home infested with drop thorides, and wielded the tools of his trade in defense, smearing many blades with the acid of the little menaces. Then he was called to an urgent bit of surgery, blades still smoking from the acid. The patient screams twice as much, and yet, no infections!

Truly, tsss provides. Soon enough thoride knife blocks are the standard means of storing surgical tools.

> Develop. MA. Divine Butchery
> Prereqs: Pristine Surgical Tools, Qi Core Theory, Lootboxes, Something Sharp (Jold and Joldworking or Sablewood)
> This ability tech allows Kikka units to use a UI to butcher and package divine remains into carriable packages, identifying key mana and/or divine rich portions of the corpse and discarding more mundane bits to reduce size and weight.

A mad idea has taken root among the warriors of the kikka. A mad, dangerous idea, the sort that will likely get them all killed. It is common knowledge that vast, titanic creatures walk the world, each one a powerful creature from which ancient power rolls off like smoke from a fire. The idea of mortal hands striking such a creature down is thoroughly insane. Even more insane is the idea of killing such a creature, perhaps under the care of a god, and absconding with the titanic corpse. And yet, the madness of the idea is its own lure. Such a feat would be worthy of a song! A legend! The attention of a faerie of Mount Ao! And so plans are made, the corpses of ancient beasts studied, the sages of Mount Ao consulted, the finest gatewood luggage designed and the sharpest butcher’s tools acquired straight from the surgeons. The Kikka will hunt the biggest prey they can find! And return with trophies to boot!

> At some point, after the path is clear, tsss will follow the Whistle of Midnight and MOVE to (10,20)

> update trade to mount ao to include Gatewood instead of like, clay or something

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Rolled 10, 9, 2, 3 = 24 (4d10)

>>6410690
>>6413295
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth

I've provided some clarifications to the serpent path placements from last turn to MOP.
WE GO FOR GREED!!!
>>6413298
That loathsome lizard dares to overlook The Grandest Lady and Dragon of the Southern Isles? It will pay for such unbridled insolence with its dignity, mobility, then it's life! With a great roar the Mudwyrm gives chase along the coastline as the grand cataclysm leisurely swims at a breakneck pace through the Strait between the two islands. Earth undone and overturned by a roaring mudslide and seas boiling from a constant nuclear fusion, the death toll of their chase alone soared among the animals and ecosystem.

As the great challenger came upon the spanning aquaduct system, swimming under the great pipeworks and pillars that vessels painstakingly built from the seafloor up, a second group appeared. Fearless, loyal, by no choice of their own, the Hollow Vessels numbering in the hundreds yet capable of building vast works thanks to the ever flowing glepnal of their Lady stand ready and at attention. With a nuclear furnace starting to cross under their insignificant bridge, and a roaring landslide starting to rise from the earth and along the pipes towards them, a flurry of Kosks decending on their heads calls them to attention, and they begin their trap-

>[Unit Action] - Northern Lady's Decor - Providing their lady assistance, rather than Building 8 constructs this turn, they'll use the 8 constructs worth of glepnal flowing through the aquaducts, and their applicators, to pour atop the primal as it tries to cross through the strait hex of <30,19>, tarring it up before it solidifies near instantly in the heat, muddying the waters, and giving Mortrose a far easier time intercepting it than she would by herself. Provide a bonus to the intercept action.

>[God Unit] [DI] - Intercept-Tactic - ALL THE GREED. Move to the great spanning bridge-aquaducts on <30,19>, then attempt an intercept-grapple on Venthazek, preventing it from moving to <32,16> and getting it in a grappled state.
4 dice for a contested strength check. -1 FV for intercept, +? for the glepnal tarring assistance.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>6413928
>>Mortrose, The Primordial Lindwyrm of Rebirth
We take that exploding die for all the marbles!
SUPLEX THAT KAIJU!

Rolled 6, 10, 4, 8 = 28 (4d10)

>>6413928
(Venthazek resistance roll.)

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>6413956
(Dice explosion.)

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Rolled 8, 10, 10, 5, 3 = 36 (5d10)

>>6413291
>>6413956
>>6413957
>Huang moves to (25,21) and helps Heliodos burp out an Amitabha in Venthazek's direction [UI] (1/9)

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Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

>>6413965
>Explosion

> Druids head toward Thornshade.

Rolled 8, 2, 8, 1 = 19 (4d10)

>>6413965
(Venthazek's resistance roll.)

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Rolled 5, 2, 3, 1, 4 = 15 (5d10)

>>6413992
The wizened old monster smiles as the apex stumbles its way out of Heliodos's beam of enlightenment.
"This one is saddened that you must leave so soon before we could have a chance to speak, but is nonetheless thankful for the chance to watch your magnificence even as it disappears over the horizon"

Rolled 2, 1, 8, 4 = 15 (4d10)

>>6414009
(Venthazek's next resistance roll.)

Rolled 5, 7, 6, 5, 9 = 32 (5d10)

>>6413291
>Makrópnoos uses UI to harvest one Apex Primal material from Zolt's corpse.
>Makrópnoos Moves to 15,17
>Give Zolt material to Tsss before he moves away!

Bending down to chop off the rest of the antlers Makrópnoos turns the moment into an impromptu lesson on the dissection of a primal for the listeners present. He could say he had a little experience in the subject...

Finishing his work, he pulls out a comically large ticking mechanical pocket clock from his toga, appropriately scaled for a giant of his stature. ''As much as I'd like to help you drag this bag to your Lake, I'm short on time currently.'' He nodded his head at Syriset. ''Tell this thing to drag it, the other gods are gone or about to go so you should be fine. I'll be in the region should something about again, farewell little ones.'' Putting the clock away, he begins to walk towards Eastern Reach.

>Give Zolt material to Tsss before he moves away!
>Communicate with Tsss
Passing the city completely, he stops before the massive form of the death urchin. Carrying Zolt's antlers on his shoulders,he shouts at Tsss. ''Here it is,strange god, make sure it is put to good use will you?'' Then he winds back and throws it hard at him. Not easy to ''give'' something to a being several times your size in a conventional way.

>Makrópnoos Moves to 12,15
>MA1: Bystander, Ability for Laurelios, 2DI
>Pre-reqs: Royalty Domain(Provided by Laurelios), Crown's ability(Provided by laurelios)
>Laurelios cannot be damaged as long as it is worn by a creature, any damage directed to it will be redirected to the wearer instead and if caught in an area of affect attack, the attack will count as only targeting the wearer(The damage is not doubled)

Moving away from the chaotic god, Makrópnoos stops not far from a depopulated city, courtesy of the calamitous beast having detonated in the area...

He sits down cross-legged, resting his sword on his lap, and then begins to meditate once more. He knew the Beast King would come back to fight so he was in no rush this time.

He focused on the Crown, bonding with it deeper as it improved itself and creating a sympathetic link that would transfer any damage it took to himself instead. It would not do to have the Crown fall to pieces in the middle of a battle.

Rolling spellcast for Bystander

Rolled 3, 6, 7, 5, 8 = 29 (5d10)

>>6414107

>MA2: Kneel or Be Kneeled,Ability for Laurelios, 2DI(Out of 10)
>Pre-reqs: Royalty Domain(Provided by Laurelios)
>The wearer of Laurelios can, if his strength is equal to or higher than the target, choose to convert a primal when reducing its vitality to 0 instead of killing it. The primal heals to half of its vitality and this ability can only be used if somebody wears Laurelios

Next was the long and difficult part. Makrópnoos wasn't a man of flowery words and so he knew he would always have difficulty converting primals, let alone an Apex so he would need to find a way to make them Kneel through martial might alone. The issue was not simply converting whatever he defeated, the issue was keeping them alive through the subjugation process and crushing their will regardless of their Obstinance. To this end, Laurelios was the best vector to achieve this, as beyond its ability to make others kneel before it, it possessed the ability to bring back the souls of the dead as its servants. Was it wrong to think it could keep something from dying to begin with? At least this is what the Godking thought at first, and it would work in theory, he just hadn't anticipated all the power the crown would require to develop this power...

Rolling for Kneel or Kneeled spellcast

>>6414115
>>6414107

>MI(1): Domi Builder in 20,16,move to 19,15
>Build Living Wall south to prevent the fog from coming in
>Move to 21,16
>Build Living Wall southwest to prevent the fog from coming in

>MI(2): Domi Builder in 22,16, move to 23,16
>Build Louloudi Cannon
>Move to 23,17
>Build Louloudi Cannon
>Move to 22,17

>MI(3): Domi Builder in 20,16, Build Louloudi Cannon
>Move to 23,17
>Build Louloudi Cannon

>MI(4): Domi Builder in 21,14, Build Louloudi Cannon
>Move to 23,16
>Build Louloudi Cannon

>MI(5): Trade Long Range Spotting with Whisper
>MI(6): Volatile Fruit Mutation

>Free action: Change +2 to movement from Fury of Rojodaz to +2 Soak

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>6413291
Rolling for the wizard

>>6413291
Drakatron fixes his gaze upon the distant insectoid primal, ready to vent his fury, but something stops him. That glassy stare, those limply hanging limbs... The beasts will is no longer it's own! A spiteful laugh passes Drakatron's lips, as he heads back north in search of the one responsible.
>Drakatron returns to Coen's Grave

His return is met with great fanfare, yet there is little time to celebrate. The Sharpclaw have suffered, yet they shall come back even stronger!
>Major Action: Develop Infirmaries
>Major Action: Build Granary at Dragon Rock