conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reltzik: OOC page:   http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=6056894 
  
  Rules:   http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=109713 
   World map for Turn 1 (Year 1, Autumn) :
  
  
   ...................
  .....    A   --- B --- C  .....
  .... / \ / \ / \ ....
  ...  D --- E ---   F   ---   G    ...
  .. / \ / \ / \ / \ ..
  .  H --- I --- J --- K --- L  .
  .. \ / \ / \ / \ / ..
  ...  M --- N --- O --- P  ...
  .... \ / \ / \ / ....
  .....  Q ---   R   --- S  .....
  ................... 
   Key: 
    Forest  
    Plains  
    City  
    Mountains  
     Death Affinity   
  
  All forests:  3/5 population, 4 ley energy
  All mountains:  3/5 population, 2 ley energy
  All plains:  3/8 population, 3 ley energy
  All cities:  6/10 population, 2 ley energy
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Zweanslord: Arath 
  
  Sitting in a large and elaborate wooden throne, of which it is unsure whether it is crafted or alive, Arath surveys the throne room. His wooden grin is visible as he rises with a flexibility his apparently wooden skin should not posses. His clothes wave gracefully as he rises, as does his hair. Both are adorned with red ornaments, marking a season he is not affiliated with, like all seasons.
  
  " The time has come. " He utters and his voice carries throughout his domain. Spirits and creature of nature, living together in a city look up and know that their master's words hold true. Their domain has extended its grasp and new options and passages are available. With access to a strange, yet familiar world, Arath has enough time to concoct a plan.
  
  His bare wood-like feet step through the wood, bark and earth of his domain as he moves out of his palace, over the roads nearby and on to his goal, his destiny. A smile is wide on his face and his eyes gleam brightly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Falgorn: Karak' Kaxo  
  In his inner sanctum, Karak sits in his great throne, crafted of trees bent so that they can still survive and fit his imposing presence. The Sanctum trembles as he arises, since he hasn't left his throne for over 300 years.
  
    "Now, the infidels shall be crushed!"   He says, raising his mangled fist.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: LongVin: Severus 
  
  Severus rubbed his ice cold hands together in glee. He had all the reason to be happy. Outside of his sanctum winter was fast approaching and that was when his powers would be at their strongest. Soon this world would feel the full extent of his power and its mortal beings would bow down to him in servitude.
  
  
  OOC: Actions for turn 1 coming soon!