Hola, señor Civ.

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>>40581251
Fuck, I forgot to change the ending...

As the guards file out of the room, Ai' Ly cannot stop laughing, and it take her sister smacking her right across the face (leaving a bright pink mark) to get her to come to her senses.

>"Alright alright...So, what is it you want?"

William notices that though the guards have left, there are numerous hidden spots located about the room. Some are elevated, up high where strange carvings lie, and others are just barely peeking out of the stone tiling. Clearing his throat, William speaks.

>"Well, like ah said, I came 'ere to negotiate some form o' agrreement wit ya. An' I'm not talkin' just diplomacy."

He say the last part winking, trying to act smooth. Surprisingly, it works.

>"Alright, so what do you want exactly?"

William opens his mouth to speak, then realizes something.

He has no fucking clue what he was supposed to do.

>>40581398
Hola mi amigo

Glad I could find this.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

Try to talk flirtatiosly about diplomacy. At the same time, try to sort of inch your way to various hidden spots and give them a quick look.

New Civ. I like it, what exactly is going on?

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>>40581468
>A: Seduction
>81: Great success!

Clearing his throat for the 506th time this week, William begins to walk about the room. Casually leaning on fine lavender pillar, he crosses his arms and says:

>"Rright. 'ere's wha' I want."

>"First, ah wan' a guarrantee you won't attack the Highlands, the Tauren, or the Thriae."

Dai' Ly looks at her sister, confused look on her face.

>"We have no idea who the first and third you mentioned are..."

William stifles a laugh, covering it with a flirtatious smirk.

>"Secon' , I'd like to set up a trrade 'tween our lots. What 'ave ya got fer me?"

The Queen puts a pale purple hand to her chin, thinking deeply before replying. As she does so, William checks what spots he can and finds numerous sets of eye-holes. He could only hazard a guess as to how many different guards are watching right now.

>"We could give you slaves, gems, gold, marble, or oil. What can you give us in return?"

Snapping his attention back to the Queen, he's able to see various shades of red in the somewhat dim light adorning her face.

It feels like we're caught in the spider's web here.

>>40581688
I was going for that effect, though the tarantula women will come in later. You've got to find them first.

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>>40581627
The Dark Elves have an NSA?

We might want some marble maybe? Slaves are out of the picture. I guess we could give them diplomatic connections and a seat at the UN? We could also give them some magic maybe.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>40581742
Rolling for what this guy said.

>>40581759
This a failure?

If all else fails Will might have to use his "charm".

>>40581869
He's magic?

>>40581888
No but he's great in bed. William's genitals have prevented wars.

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>>40581913
Well then.

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>>40581759
>A: Trade deal
>41+5=46: Average!

William's smirk disappears at the mention of slaves, and his brow furrows in frustration. He's barely able to keep his anger contained as he replies.

>"Nah, we don' want any slaves...What's t'at thing you mentioned...Marble! What's t'at?"

The sisters get a confused look on their face, looking at each other. Behind him William is able to make out hushed whispers, though he cannot understand what they're saying.

>"It's, uh...Stone. That's it. Just fancy stone."

William nods, then continues.

>"Alrright, I think we'll take t'at then...I'll send o'er some Highland Steel to co'er the cost."

He hears a distinct clicking sound behind him, and decides it might be best to not stand around much longer.

>"Thirrd. I'd like tah formally invite you lot to the United Nations. It'sa lil organization...thing, where the differrent races o' the world, or to be more specific the ones we kno' ov, gather to establish rrelations, diplomacy, all t'at shit."

Dai' Ly giggles a bit, then speaks before her sister can.

>"No offense, but we don't like speaking with...Lesser, races."

>>40582024
I smell a rat. Also, do we have a map of some sort?

I feel like these women might be a problem.

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>>40582054
Yes, and I am currently drawing up a digital version.

>>40582024

Realizing what she just said, Dai' Ly covers her mouth. Her sister slams her head into her palm, then says.

>"That's not to say we don't like your kind. We just see others as...How you say...Inferior? The ones that are mixed with beasts in particular."

Rolled 69 (1d100)

I guess he just sort of peeks behind him, says something extra naughty to make them blush, and then hastily walks away.

>>40582147
69 confirmed.

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>>40582147

>A: GTFO
>69: HOT DAMN LUCKY NUMBERS

While the sisters are distracted, William takes a quick look behind. He sees what looks to be a pair of dark purple eyes staring right up at him. He gives a quick wink, then returns his attention to the two women in front of him.

>"Well, if you wan' tah be like that...Guess you wouldn't wan' me wit ya in bed, now would ya?"

Ay' Li bursts out in another fit of laughter, and Dai' Ly's cheeks turn rosy red as William walks out of the throne room. Shoving the doors open, he nearly knocks over the roughly twelve guards standing in front of it. His trip outside was relatively uneventful, sans the uncountable pairs of eyes staring at him as he walked back to the gates. Strangely, they were wide open. William makes a quick trip round to the previous location of his and Sophie's camp, only to find she's...not there...From the looks of it, there was a struggle, and there are bits of cloth leading to where William emerged behind the castle.

>"God...fucking...DAMMIT!"

>>40582359
I should mention that this was entirely decided by the last two digits of >>40582131

Holy shit.

I will be back in one moment, my dogs are acting up.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

I am back, and I need an action.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

I guess we sort of follow the tracks, very sneakily this time. Maybe with some magic aid.

SORRY I'M LATE
...I was in France
...I was getting pizza
>>40582548
FUCKS SAKE PORT

>>40582548
Well shit.
>>40582554
Hello French pizza guy.

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>>40582554
D:

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>>40582548
>A: Sneaky
>5: Catastrophic failure!

William's sight becomes clouded with various shades of red as he tears through the cavern. Occasionally he trips over a jagged rock, slightly cutting up his leg. He would then scramble back up, mutter something incomprehensible to anyone but him, then resume running. Eventually he saw light, and ended up back where he entered the city.

>" 'ELLO AGAIN! BYE AGAIN!"

This is all William says before he clambers over the walls (to the amazement of the various guards) and right back into the palace. He slams into the (what he presumes to be) marble door, knocking it off its hinges. As the dust settles, William stands with his weapon drawn in front of the sisters and a rather elaborately armored guard. In one of the guard's hands is a gagged snow Elf, and the other is (well, was) reaching for a jet black sheath.

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Shitshitshitshitshit

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>40582714
Grab Sophie and GT-FUCKING-O

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>>40582776
Use pocket sand!

>>40582571
Thanks for the name!
I was Shame-ed for Civvie and Port

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>>40582776
>A: GTFO 2.0
>58: Average!

William steps forward, breathing heavily as walks towards the trio. The handle of his sword is in an iron grip, and as he moves closer, he sees that the armored one appears to have an insignia attached to her armor. It appears to be two upwards swords crossed in front of a pale grey circle. At least, this is what he notices before he nearly lobs off the guard's head.

>"GIVE ME THE GIRL RIGHT FOOKIN' NOW!"

His voice is back, and the sheer volume of it makes everyone in the room retract, allowing William to make a grab for Sophie. He manages to get a hold of her, but before he can turn to leave he sees that the exit is now filled with guards.

>"You are surrounded, lay your weapon down and you'll be allowed to leave in peace."

Judging by the tone it seems to be neither of the sisters, and its muffled sound indicates it's likely coming from that guard you nearly killed just now.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

Pocket sand the guards and run past them.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>40582930
kindly ask them WHAT THE FUCK THEY WANT WITH SOPHIE!!!

>>40582958
Where the fuck is he getting sand?

Evening guys.

>>40582980
Hi person I don't know.

>>40582970
>not carrying pocket sand with you at all times
I never leave the house without it.

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>>40583039
I live in Alaska, what is sand?

If we ever get out alive, I hope we can build better defences. Looks like these guys mean buisness.

>>40583167
I'm reading through the previous threads, and it says that Sophie is the queen of the snow elves. is this true?

>>40583190
No not really but she's (one of?) the only one(s) left alive. Acting like she's the queen would give us a diplomatic edge.

>>40583190
Maybe, but we used that to trick the Crystalids to let her in

>>40583190
No, he's William's adopted daughter and one of the few remaining snowelves.

>>40583258
>>40583259
>>40583244
So you lied to the leader of an entire civilization to get a child into a diplomatic meeting. I now see how we are in this predicament.

>>40583304
It didn't sound so bad at the time.

>>40583304
nah, this is the dark elves, we got away with the lying to the crystalids

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>>40582958
>>40582968
Two different schools of thought right here.

>A: Questioning
>29: Below average failure!

William keeps his weapon drawn as he turns his head slightly, staring daggers into the three Dark Elves behind him. He hears the clang of metallic armor and throws a bit of dust he had picked up at them, hoping that it does something.

>"How 'bout no, and you tell me WHY TAH FUCK YOU'RE HOLDIN' MY DAUGHTER CAPTIVE!"

The sisters' eyes go wide with shock, as do some of the guards'. Dai' Ly struggles to speak, but is able to get out:

>"I-I-I thought you said she was the Queen of the Snow Elves."

William's bloodlust overcomes rational thought processing and he bellows out.

>"T'AT WAS A LIE! NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

The heavily armored guard steps forward, longsword in one hand and shield in the other.

>"You're holding a mongrel. This isn't a "daughter" or anything of the sort. It is simply our job to exterminate this pest."

William darts his eyes down for a moment to see if Sophie is alright. Her hair is covered in muck, and a mix of dirt, blood, and tears is visible on his cheeks. The area around her blue eye in particular seems to be severely beaten.

>>40583244
>>40583258
>>40583259
She is one of the few left alive, though there are roughly 400 still kicking around inside the ruins. I would post the stats, but there is currently a cataclysm I'm working the statistics out of.

>>40583374
And what's to keep the Darkies from sending a runner to the Crystalids to tell them that guy they just met is a lying bastard?

>>40583431
shhhhhhhh

Rolled 61 (1d100)

Tell them that if they harm her, they will all be exterminated by the hundreds of thousands of human soldiers stationed in the highlands. Motion to grab her.

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>>40583472
>A: Threats
>61+5=66: Success!

William cracks his neck around, and an evil smile grows across his bearded face. His accent is gone, as well as any cheery demeanor he had before.

>"Alright you cheeky cunts. You listen to me real close. If you lay another fingertip on my little girl's head I swear to Gods above I will personally murder every last one of you. As I do so the hundreds of thousands of Highlanders will be running through your streets, burning this city to the fucking ground as we drag your corpses about on sharpened sticks."

William grabs onto the scruff of Sophie's shirt and pulls her to her feet. He pulls her close to his body and begins to back away from the mob slowly. His eyes have lost their humanity, and have since been replaced with those of a tiger on the hunt. Numerous guards are visibly shaking, though the trio seem (relatively unfazed).

>"Long story short, touch her again and you will die a slow and gruesome death."

>>40583670
William has an evil dude in his head? and he comes out when Sophie is threatened?

ok

Hot damn.

I for one think this diplomatic mission could have gone smoother.

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>>40583739
Not saying yes, not saying no. This is a questline all in itself.

>>40583751
Gracias.

>>40583785
To be fair they are being a bit dickish.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

I donno... leave?

>>40583885
welp. you've doomed us.

>>40583885
can we get a reroll?

Rolled 53 (1d100)

Rolling to see if you get a reroll.

Re-roll for you.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

Rerolling

I'm getting the distinct feeling that something is going to come along and save us.

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>>40584051

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>>40583885
>A: Leave for the third fucking time today
>60: Success!

As William is backing up, he is able to just barely realize what he is doing before he spins around and chops off the arm of a Dark Elf who was trying to pull him away. As the blood pours from the gaping hole, guards surge forwards and surround him. Unfortunately for them, he hadn't completely finished his swing, and three heads are soon rolling on the floor.

>"COME ON! I FUCK BEES STRONGER THAN YOU FOR FUN!"

The fact that this is true isn't enough to keep more guards from spilling through the door. Eventually William is able to carve a path through the small horde, all while keeping Sophie clutched tightly, to the palace gates. He brute forces his way through, and is soon sprinting through the streets of the city. Eventually they reach the city's gates, and manage to squeeze through the narrow openings out into the marshlands surrounding the city. As William looks up, he sees numerous squads sent out to find him, as well as a sky that goes from a mucky green to a familiar tundra grey over the city. Then he hears a distinctly familiar voice.

>"Don't move, they'll see you."

Rolled 76 (1d100)

Stand perfectly still, tell Sophie to do the same.

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>>40584248
>A: Don't fucking move
>76: Above average success!

Through gritted teeth, William says:

>"Sophie, don't move a muscle."

Sophie freezes on the spot, and if William wasn't so close to her he'd assume she was dead.

>"Before you ask who I am, it's Dai' Ly. And I understand perfectly well how you must be confused and or angry with my sister and I. Just stay still for a few moments and I'll explain."

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>40584314
GTFO

Oh fuck.

>>40584314
Yes. This is a perfect idea. Stand still while there are armed guards looking for us.

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>>40584330
>A: GTFO 4.0
>54: Average!

>"Yeah-no."

This is all William says before bolting out of the swamps with Sophie on his back. He effortlessly ducks and dives through the various obstructions, and is soon away from the voice. Though he now appears to be out on the open fields. The sounds of guns and armor clanking are still audible, so he and Sophie keep going for what seems like eternity. Eventually night falls, and the duo drop to the ground exhausted.

As the sun rises the next day, William awakes, feeling hungover moreso than any night in his life, and as he picks himself up from the ground, he sees a massive pillar in front of him. Then the pillar moves.

>"Why hello there!"

The voice nearly knocks the Highlander off of his feet, and Sophie soon wakes up and grips onto his side with a bear hug. William looks up and sees a giant man standing before him, with a big smile on his face.

>>40584502
Oh fuck Giants.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>40584502
Diplomacy?

Unfortunately, I have work in the morning again, Bye!

Oh fuck yes. I hope we can ask him for directions.

Speaking of giants, this creates so many possibilites for cross-breeding. Dwarf-giants anyone?

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>>40584616
>A: Diplomacy
>44: Average!

William cups his hands to his mouth, shouting up:

>"HELLO! YOU GO' A LEADER OR SOMETHIN'?"

The giant lets out a hearty laugh, slapping his chest and sending a few shockwaves about. He then returns his attention to the little man.

>"My friend, I have no leader. I speak for myself and myself alone."

William mutters something under his breath, then continues.

>"ALRRIGHT! DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE FOOK WE ARE!"

The giant yawns for a moment, scratching his stubble idly before replying.

>"You are in the Golden Fields my friend, and if I am correct you are looking for the Minotaurs. In which case they are over there, near the North Pole. Just follow the mountains and you'll get there soon enough."

>>40584648
Goodnight!

>>40584721
Port...You do realize how tiny dwarves are compared to giants, right?

I for one support minotaur-dwarf-snow elf-halfling mixbreeds.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>40584766
We could probably have some mages work on it.

I guess we just take his name and ask if there are any more giants around?

>>40584775
You are strange.

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>>40584798
>A: Information.
>89: Great success!

The giant begins to walk away, ground shaking with each step. William takes off after him, and yells up:

>"OI! WHAT'S YOUR NAME? 'S THERRE ANYMORE O' YER KIND AROUND HERE?"

The giant stops and turns around, nearly crushing William in the process.

>"My name is Uthgard Rritov. And there are giants all about the world, but we simply prefer to stay out of small ones' affairs."

He gives a smile and a wave, then departs too quickly to catch up. The trip back to Drozen is uneventful, though the idea of being at a "North Pole" seems interesting.

>Stats incoming

First the North Pole, then the world.

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DROZEN STATS:
>Population (Minotaurs) 8175
>Population Growth 315
>Population (Awaken) 1360
>Population Growth 145
GROK STATS
>Population (Minotaurs) 3625
>Population Growth 205
>Population (Awaken) 945
>Population Growth 135
GORRIC STATS:
>Population (Minotaurs) 2485
>Population Growth 215
>Population (Awaken) 960
>Population Growth 165
>Population (Human) 2480
>Population Growth 230
ALAGAR STATS:
>Population (Minotaurs) 1260
>Population Growth 165
>Population (Awaken) 720
>Population Growth 130
>Population (Human) 1295
>Population Growth 165

We're finally starting to play the actual civ! Eight actions and four techs please!

>>40584951
When I say "North" I mean north relative to what you know of the world.

Rolled 86, 97 = 183 (2d100)

>A1
I guess we just improve the fuck out of our defences.
>R1
See what happens if you cross a halfling and a human.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>A2
Teach magic to more people.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>A3
We should probably spread some anti-Dark Elf propaganda.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>40584972
A- Search for orichalcum deposits in our mines.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>40584972
R- Do some testing with the metals on our table of elements to see if they have any odd interactions we didn't notice before.

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>>40585011
>A1: Defences
>86: Great success!

As William and Sophie return, they don't get a welcome like before. This is mainly due to the fact that they left rather unexpectedly, and the fact that the ground has begun to shake every few days has kept their minds off of the two. They soon collapse, but not before warning of an impending attack. As such, the few soldiers still in Drozen promptly freak right the fuck out and dig enough moats around Drozen to make a bloody lake. Then they fill it with lava because why not.

>Lava lake dug around Drozen!

>A2: Magic
>86: Great success!

The recent news has sent many soldiers scrambling to learn more magic, as well as several civilians. The end result is the expansion of the Mages Guild to now be on a massive pile of dirt dug up from outside the walls and a newly magical populace.

>Civilians now know basic Pyromancy beyond Geomancy!

>A3: Propaganda
>17: Complete failure!

After the two diplomats recover from their deep sleep, the two spread word of the Dark Elves. Unfortunately, people are a bit...Afraid? Their entire army is away on some bumblefuck continent doing sweet FA. The rumors seem to have had the opposite effect.

>R1: Halfling Halfbreeds
>97+5+5+5=112: HOLY FUCK

It appears that William isn't the only one getting some action, and news soon spreads from Gorric of Halflings meeting with humans to...Well, let's just say that the babies end up varying between fully human, fully halfling, and anywhere between the two.

>This will be expanded upon with further investigation.

>>40585234
>A4: Orichalcum
>21+5=26: Below average failure!

One of the things to survive the crossing from Cuth to the mainland was this new mineral, Orichalcum. The new material leads many blacksmiths to personally go down into the mines to go and try and find some themselves. Unfortunately, none is found, though a distinctive foul stench is noted as coming from the ore.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

R3
Investigate the halfling-human breeding further.

>>40585413
Fuck...

>>40585413
Well fuck.

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>>40585343


>R2: Testing
>93+5+5+5=108: DOUBLE HOLY FUCK

The recent invention of the periodic table has led some of the more intrepid blacksmiths to begin experimenting with the various elements of the world. Some are successful, others lead to small explosions or great balls of fire. The end result is:

>A)
The discovery of bronze, while not as strong as steel or even iron, is still an invention of note.

>B)
The discovery of brass allows many new different instruments, such as the trombone, the trumpet, and the baritone, to be invented!
>Trombone invented!
>Trumpet invented!
>Baritone invented!

>C)
Sleep, when combined with Magicite, is found to completely negate the effects of the strange material. On top of this, it seems to be a good luck charm, and makes anyone carrying it rather happy!
>Sleepite invented!


>>40585413
This will come in its own post.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>A4
Send out some scouts to see what the dark elves are up to.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>A5
Hand out samples of sleepite to people in pill form. Call it "ecstasy".

>>40585562
I'm a monster.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40585476
A6- Sleepite-laced armor? Keep your cool in battle.

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>>40585413
>R3: Breeding
>1: Critical. Fucking. Failure.

It seems that half-breeds have a hard time with it. They don't grow beyond human child size, and many are subject to completely random bursts of changing voices. As such, it's rather hard to take them seriously, and many end up drowning themselves. After this is realized, several people realize that they're much more subject to volatile mood swings. Of course, when they're happy they're some of the best people to be around, while other times they can tear you a new one physically, mentally, and metaphorically.

>There is another problem with them, but I cannot reveal it as of yet.

>A4: Scouts
>73+15=88: Great success!

A few of the more brave members of the Army are sent out to try and find out if the Dark Elves are doing some shady shit. They soon report back with...Empty reports?

>"Sir, the Dark Elves appear to be doing, pardon my language, sweet fuck all. In fact the only thing of note is they seem to be expanding the swamplands. Why we don't know."

>A5: Ecstacy
>8: Catastrophic failure!

One of the researchers of Sleepite decides it would be a good idea to taste this new substance. This leads him to run down the streets butt-naked yelling about how he can taste color. After the come down, he tries to "sell" his "product." Those stupid enough to believe his promises soon follow what he had done, flapping in the wind.

>A6: Sleepite Armor
>75: Above average success!

While that guy was tripping balls, one of the other researchers decides to try and work the material into a set of armor. When he donned it, he finds that the normal effects remain present, though he finds it hard to get angry at anything. On the plus side, it seems to be just as strong as steel.

We created an entire race of bipolar midgets. Job well done I'd say.

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>>40585806
So tumblr?

>>40585742
William needs to go spend a bit of time with bee wife to keep that agreement going.

>>40585857
Roll to see if I write up a smut about it.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>40585857

Rolled 60 (1d100)

R4
Try to figure out ways to combat the dark elves in particular.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>40585742
A- Set up therapy clinics

>>40585996
Fuck, we needed those.

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>A7: Keeping up our end of the deal
>83: Great success!

A drone buzzes into Drozen carrying a message for William. After a some rather vocal complaints over how he always has to go out and do shit for the tauren, William reads it.

>"To my dearest William."
>" I, Queen Cloa, request your presence for...Diplomacy. I recommend you arrive within the next week or so, as I've got a few plans I need your help with."
>"Love, Cloa"

William groans a bit before sending the drone on her way, and begins to debate in his head whether or not to bring Sophie along with him.

>William will depart for the Hive at the end of this turn!


>R4: Dark Elf Combat
>60+5+5+5=75: Above average success!

William speaks with some of the Army captains, having been requested to share information as to the combat capabilities of the Dark Elves. He says they're roughly around the same technological level as us, but most of their armor is far heavier. It's also much more angular, and some bits just seem a bit uneccessary. He also makes a passing comment about how the Dark Elves are expanding the marshes, though this is largely disregarded.

>A8: Therapy
>14+5+5+5=29: Below average failure!

The ecstasy problem has gotten a bit out of hand, any many try to corral users inside buildings to keep them from scarring small children. This has the opposite effect, and many buildings become run-down drughouses. To say they're a bit unclean would be like saying Detroit is only slightly over budget.

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>Population (Minotaurs) 295
>Population Growth 60
>Population (Awaken) 70
>Population Growth 20
>Population (Human) 295
>Population Growth 60

Final actions and tech for the night, as I feel a migraine coming on.

>>40586090
Rolanda hasn't arrived yet, has she?

>>40586111
She has, actually. Her legs just hurt like hell.

Rolled 43, 95, 39 = 177 (3d100)

>A1
Spend some non-sex time with them tree dudes, try to learn more about their customs, their history etch.
>A2
Population growth.
>R1
Poisons

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>>40586139
>A1: Actually talking
>43: Average!

The Dryads seem to be few and far between, but somehow the one you have met managed to make it back without anyone noticing. When questioned as to what exactly it is her people do, she goes on a bit of a tangent.

>"We've got little in the way of customs, as you say. We live and let live, and any animal or plant we find we ensure remains safe. This extends to...Settlements. I personally do not mind your small home, so long as you don't ruin the lands surrounding it. Others I am not so sure of."

>"We don't keep a written history. What one Dryad knows all know. The only recent event to stick out in my mind is the Corruption of Sister Azlota. The "Fungals" as you call them infected her as she tried to aid some smaller creatures escape their tide. They took her form, crafted by Gaia herself, and twisted it into a mockery of us. Even now I can feel her essence tugging at my mind, begging for me to free her and simaltaneously demanding that I wither up and die..."

She then stares off into the distance, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

>A2: Pop. Growth
>95: Amazing success!

People seem to be in a good mood nowadays. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, all that shit. As such, some take it upon themselves to bring more people into this world to share the happiness. Someone even bothers to take headcount of the Dwarves!
>+40 to all biological growth in Cuth!
>Dwarf population: 145 adults

>R: Poison
>39+5+5+5=54: Average!

The various roots and flora surrounding Cuth lead to several curious men and women to pick and eat some of them. This leads to some untimely deaths, though sometimes it actually makes someone feel a bit better, healing minor wounds or making it harder to get a sunburn. Many people simply take a chance with them, and don't bother to categorize the plants.

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I feel like I could have done better this thread, though lot were still as good as ever. Up for a thread tomorrow at the same time?

Questions/comments/concerns?

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>>40586339
I could do tomorrow. See you then. :3

>>40586362
See ya mate. I'm gonna go and grip my head in agony for a few hours. But before I do, do you have any questions Anon?

>>40586339
Ill be there!
>>40586385
Hope it passes soon. Have a good night.

Good night everybody!