elmarko98

Okay so as the title suggests I'm building the death star, may post pics if it ever gets done. Now does anyone have any good ideas for what I should make this monstrosity out of?

Your In Game Name: elmarko98 Your age: 16 Where you are from: England Something about you (optional): Just a regular old teenager Why you want to join the server (optional): It's quite simple: Build an automatic powersuit factory and distribute it across the population, earning billions.

I'm sure I've got everything right, I made a 5x5 water pool with the reactor in the middle and had control rods ready but the turbines don't do anything. They're directly above the water with nothing between it and the water and they just don't turn even when the reactors at full heat. No energy's made either. Any help is appreciated, thanks.

Doesn't for me, I've literally spent hours trying to get it to work. First I couldn't get the modpack to download, and when I fixed that I couldn't launch it so I reinstalled the modpack and then I couldn't get it to download. So yeah, really doesn't work for me. And even try to help I've spent all day trying to fix it, the forums weren't helpful at all.

Because FTB's launcher is shit (for me at least) and it just doesn't work I decided to change Direwolf20's new modpack over to Technic, I copied the files over from FTB and installed the required version of forge into the modpack.jar. I got this error and I no idea how to fix it. Here's the crashlog http://pastebin.com/ZPuuntXy Any ideas how to fix it?

Nope not yet, Pendor's proving tricky for the Imperial Army of Caladria, one day though...one day.

Oh great I feel another facespike coming.

Played that too EDIT: And I conquered Caladria

Hmm, might give it a go but science fiction has never truly been my thing. Anything others?

I've played Civilization V and IV but because those games have different eras the modern era isn't that good. Is Alpha Centauri focused solely on the modern era? And what makes it different to the other Civ games?

I've searched and searched for a game like this and my efforts have left me with no results so now I ask the public: Does anyone know a game that's like crusader kings (so it's turn-based) in a political sense but set in this time period. I don't mind the combat not being very tactical but if it has combat like a total war game or something close to that then that'd be fantastic. Oh and having nukes in-game would be nice too...very nice... Anyway that'd be really helpful if someone knows about a game like that, I'm considering getting into game development so if there isn't I'll probably make a game like this.

Your constant gender changes make your genitals explode leaving you genderless. I wish I was the greatest coder in the world

Bibblybooblyboo...heh still makes me laugh a little...and then I read his posts and facedesk again

The City World generator might have problems with the new world gen introduced in Voltz, not 100% sure but that could be the problem. It depends on whether the City World affects the world underground as well as the surface. Does it spawn subways perhaps?

Granted but it turns out the series is awful and millions of Americans die from disappointment. I wish that my Internet was half decent.

Munaus master of links!

Yeah it doesn't, there's way to much extra world gen, I've started a new base anyway with tekkit and voltz combined. I'm going to make it a similarly built base, I'll upload screenshots soon.

Not sure if this one was popular but no one I know has played it. Metro 2033,it's based in post apocalyptic Russia and I've never been so immersed in a game before, it's little touches like the need of a gas mask and you can check the time and how many filters you have for your gas mask by looking at your watch. The gas mask also makes mutant attacks a lot more deadly, if they hit you your gas mask will crack and if it breaks you might as well say goodbye to the world and hello to the last checkpoint. Your torch and night vision also need recharging to keep them bright and ready so you have to use your universal charger to charge them. If your torch runs out of charge in a firefight it can be fatal. If you haven't played this game then do, it's one of my favourite fps's in a long time.

Oh that's where that lobster went! Also as a little early christmas present: two chapters in one day!!! Chapter Nine Everything was blurry, as if you were underwater with no goggles. Aeodor’s vision faded in and out as he regained consciousness. ‘He’s awakening,’ a gruff voice said. ‘W-What? What’s going on?’ Aeodor mumbled as he regained his senses. He moved his hand to scratch his nose but something rough but flexible blocked his wrist, he tried the other; same results. He looked down and realized his wrists were bound to a chair. ‘Oh hell…’ the prince looked up, a rough, groggy face met his. ‘W-Who are you?’ ‘I’m Grethork friend!’ he announced grandly. ‘King of this fine underground palace!’ he said gesturing around him, the room he was in happened to be a large cavern with a wooden floor, mould and moss covered the walls and stagnant water dripped through a grate in the ceiling. ‘Or Leader of the Blue Shadows if you have to be so formal about it.’ He smiled warmly with a hint of madness but his eyes were cold and glimmering with intelligence. ‘Pleased…to meet you…’ Aeodor mumbled still barely conscious. Grethork made the exaggerated movement of putting his hand to his ear and jerking his head closer, ‘What was that friend? You mumbled a bit then.’ ‘You heard me…’ Aeodor said a little louder. Grethork sighed ‘Oh you’re no fun! Now,’ he rubbed his hands together. ‘On to business.’ Suddenly his face turned from warm and mad to deadly serious and slightly angry. ‘Who the hell are you?’ The sudden change of expression and tone was meant to startle Aeodor but the prince wasn’t impressed ‘My name’s Prince Aeodor of Arinia’ Aeodor suspected the man wouldn’t like that but he had a feeling it will be helpful in the long run. Grethork’s eyes widened in shock, but he quickly composed himself and continued. ‘You’re dead though…’ ‘That’s what everyone thinks, I’m alive as you can see though. My father shot me.’ The mercenary grinned wickedly his eyes lit up with curiosity ‘And I’m guessing you want revenge on him…am I right?’ ‘Yes, I want to restore order.’ ‘I think we may be able to come to an agreement then’ Grethork said, his eyes glinting with mischief. ‘What do you have in mind?’ Aeodor asked, suggestively glancing towards his bounds. Grethork laughed, ‘I am sorry dear friend, I forgot.’ He pulled a sharp, expensive-looking knife and cleanly cut through the ropes attaching his hands to the chair. Aeodor stood up, rubbing his wrists. He studied his surroundings more thoroughly. The only furniture in the room was a large, dirty desk coupled with an equally dirty and large chair. Rough papers covered it and an ink pot and a quill sat spilt across it all. The room smelt of stagnant water and the only other inhabitants were rats and armored Blue Sun mercenaries wielding halberds. ‘Excuse the mess’ Grethork gestured to the messy desk. ‘No problem, what is this place?’ Aeodor asked. ‘The lovely meeting room of my group…also my office. This is the biggest and probably the worst room in my complex. The others are far more…pleasant. We have an infirmary, an archery range, training room, armory and rooms for sleeping and murdering people in their beds. There’s also a treasury but that’s not important.’ He chuckled. ‘At least not to you I’ll bet.’ ‘Where’s Drobin?’ ‘Oh he’s fine, we have him in the infirmary now getting patched up. I had a good feeling about you two, I don’t know why. But I guess it paid off!’ he laughed and begun walking to his desk. ‘What were you going to do if you didn’t?’ Aeodor asked uncertainly. The bald man sat at his desk ‘Fill you with arrows, why do you ask?’ ‘Curiosity…’ Aeodor said quickly. He studied the man, he had a wispy beard, a glossy hairless head and small brown eyes. He wore robes with a similar color scheme to his armor; black and gold. A golden hilt of a sword hung at his side with a black and gold scabbard. ‘You people must be earning a lot.’ Grethork grunted ‘We USED to, that was since the god damn Arinians came. My armor is worth more than the whole cave system…and everything in it!. Sorry for stamping on your face before by the way Aeodor, if you haven’t figured out it was me yet.’ ‘Apology accepted and yeah, I did.’ They both laughed and even one of the stony faced guards chuckled. ‘Go and clean yourself up Aeodor. You’re a mess with all that blood and I…may have broken your nose. Nothing my medic can’t fix though! Now go, off with you! Shoo!’ He waved his arms at the prince as if he was scaring away a bird. Aeodor walked out of the room, then a voice echoed through the corridor he was walking through. ‘Wrong way Aeodor…’ The narrow corridors that connected the jumbled cave complex were almost too similar to the corridors of dungeons. Rusted iron grates dotted the walls and the occasional intimidating chain hung on the mold encrusted wall. Despite his gloomy surroundings on the way to the infirmary, Aeodor felt rather elated. He had gained a powerful ally the end of the first of many long tunnels was in view, things were starting to look up. He didn’t know what to think of the man, he had a mixed personality that was for sure. The craziness was a show to trick someone he was wary of, he could be brutal as well as friendly and one very useful thing Aeodor had discovered: the man showed his true emotions through his eyes. It seemed that he trusts Aeodor now, he let him walk around the compound freely and he’s giving him free healthcare. In Aeodor’s eyes that was incompetence, he still didn’t trust the man but every ally is valuable. But the alliance seems legit and the friendship true. Aeodor reached the door to the infirmary, he was feeling more and more hopeful as he passed soldier after soldier guarding doors and patrolling the corridors, the soldiers were mostly well equipped but the state of their training was still a question. The door to the infirmary was in good shape, like it had just been fitted. There was a brass plaque with infirmary labeled in exquisite writing placed firmly at the top of it. Aeodor politely knocked. A small, thin man opened the door, his hands were shaking visibly but he didn’t look scared. He had short white hair and a wispy goatee. His blue eyes lit up his weary old face, he wore a white shirt with a black waistcoat and trousers. ‘Can I help you sir?’ the man greeted cautiously. ‘Yes, I was sent by Grethork to get…cleaned up.’ Aeodor informed him. ‘Ah yes, come in, come in.’ The old man unsteadily turned around and reentered the room at a slow pace, Aeodor strode in after him. The room inside was small but strangely cozy. Opposite the door was a roaring fireplace coupled with a stained, wooden mantelpiece with a large painting of a huge woman above it. To the right of the mantelpiece was a kitchen-like setup but for medicine instead of food. The counters were covered in various vials and bottles full to the brim with wondrous mixtures of various, vibrant colors. To the left were three large beds with milk white sheets. Occupying one bed was Aeodor’s companion and friend Drobin. ‘Aye,’ the old man said in a strong Barand accent, seeing Aeodor look at his friend. ‘The young lad took quite a hit to the head he did. He’s all patched up now though and he’s makin’ a fine recovery.’ ‘The man’s been good Aeodor.’ Drobin said looking up. ‘Never had such a fine doctor, we should ask him to join our cause.’ ‘We’ll see my friend,’ Aeodor said remembering that Drobin used to live in a hut several leagues away from the nearest village and had never properly received healthcare. ‘Sit over there Aeodor, I’m Robert Bincolthor by the way, most just call me Binc though, they all do.’ he extended his arm. Aeodor shook it then strode over to the bed. The doctor seemed to know that he wasn’t here to deliver a message or anything, Aeodor wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign, it could mean that his face is so ruined by being stomped on that the doctor just instantly knew or he got a message early about Aeodor’s arrival. ‘Are the Bincolthors a clan?’ Aeodor asked. In Arinia your surname was the name of your father with son at the end. If you were a woman it would be the name of your daughter with daughter at the end. In other countries there is a similar system so surnames were only used on formal occasions but if you had a surname like Bincolthor it means you’re part of a house or clan and therefore makes you important. ‘Yes…we used to own this town…until the bloody Arinians came. I’m going to have a word with your father about his policies.’ The doctor seemed to know a disturbing amount about Aeodor. ‘Clans own settlements?’ Aeodor asked he knew how the clans worked but not how much power they had. Barand clans choose the successor to the leader of their clan by sending all his children into the wild to hunt, whoever got the best trophy became leader. In the royal clans it was more brutal however. The children would compete by fighting to the death in an arena for all the people to watch, the last man standing would become the leader. ‘Aye, there are usually one or two underlings. The leader of an underling clan may challenge the leader of the clan in control to a fight to the death. If he wins then his clan’s in charge. The Bincolthors have never lost supremacy’ the old man said proudly. ‘Were you leader?’ asked Aeodor. Binc shook his head, ‘I didn’t bother with any of that pig’s crap, during the hunt I sat down and had a beer. When the Arinians took over two of my three brothers were killed…the third was thrown into prison…’ the old man’s eyes were filled with tears but he suppressed them. ‘Don’t worry Binc…we’ll get your brother back.’ Binc smiled ‘I know you will Aeodor, I know you will…’ he said almost knowingly. ‘Now lets look at that pretty face of yours.’ ‘Ah…’ Binc said after a closer look at the young prince’s face. ‘It seems…your left cheekbone is fractured. I’m surprised you stood up, an injury like that would knock a normal man out cold.’ ‘I’m no normal man.’ Aeodor murmured. He was glad for his Dragonskin waistcoat, the warmth it generated kept him alert and ready. He suspected the sewers didn’t have a heating system. ‘So it would seem.’ He examined his face some more, ‘Your nose is ruined but you have to be a doctor to see that. Okay I’ll patch you up, give you some Githio Chlorick and you’ll be golden.’ ‘What’s Githio Chlorick?’ Aeodor asked nervously. ‘A little thing I mixed up several years ago. Don’t worry it’s not painful…but rather uncomfortable.’ ‘Oh no…’ When the bandage was in place the shaky doctor rummaged around in his kitchen-like medicine cabinet and pulled out the vilest looking liquid Aeodor had ever seen. It was in a plain glass bottle with a cork stopper, the liquid was a murky grey-green with floating bright green clumps of mush within that resembled ones nose contents. The doctor scurried over with a brush and the bottle. He dipped the brush in and rubbed it on Aeodor’s nose and cheekbone. ‘This is to tell the liquid where to do its magic, genius really.’ Aeodor braced himself as the doctor handed him a spoon heaped with the medicine. Nervously he opened his mouth and emptied the contents of the spoon onto his tongue. Nothing prepared him for the strangely sweet taste, it was extremely similar to tea with lots of sugar. The aftertaste was what he expected, it was as bitter and sour making Aeodor’s fair face curl into an ugly grimace. Binc grunted ‘You took it better than most I can give you that.’ ‘Thanks.’ Aeodor mumbled. The good news, besides Aeodor’s screaming taste buds, was that it seemed to be working. All those taste buds hadn’t died painful deaths in vain. The bad news was Aeodor’s face seemed to be rearranging itself. His cheekbone moved up and down, inwards and outwards with a sickening pop every now and then. His nose was equally active and if anything more so. ‘Okay, I think that’s enough healing princes for me today. Out with you! You too Drobin, out!’ Binc shouted. ‘How did you-?’ Aeodor began, bewildered. ‘I said OUT!’ ‘What a grumpy old man.’ Drobin exclaimed bitterly. ‘How did he know I was a prince?’ Aeodor wondered. A guard grunted ‘You haven’t figured it out? He’s a wizard!’ Drobin’s mouth hit the floor in wonder ‘I-I-I n-never seen a wizard before…’ ‘It’s alright he won’t zap you.’ The guard assured him. ‘Anyway, places to be. I hope you two are in good health, Grethork wants you to meet him in the main chamber.’ ‘Thanks’ Aeodor murmured, deep in thought. A wizard would be invaluable, especially one practiced in the arts of healing. By the time they reached the main chamber Aeodor’s face was healed, the man most of been a wizard and a good one. ‘Ah I see Robert patched you up, you look so much better without blood all over your face Aeodor.’ He beckoned them over to a large table with a map of Holsker spread across it. ‘Come, come. We need to discuss strategy!’ He said the last word with a worrying amount of enthusiasm. The map showed how large Holsker really was. Buildings large and small filled the huge sheet of parchment. Various markings were dotted on buildings and some were in different colors. ‘They’re for my men,’ he explained seeing what Aeodor was looking at. ‘Little notes from operatives on certain buildings, this is used for them mainly but this is a special occasion.’ He grinned at them. ‘Now, to business!’ Various strategies were made and discarded. The main idea of using the townsfolk was a valid and vital point in every one of them, the townsfolk were a vital resource. They were up all day, or night Aeodor couldn’t tell underground but his gut told him it was day. Hours passed and the noise from the town above stopped echoing through the compound. Finally the prince and his friend and the mercenary leader and his generals decided and agreed on a battle plan. Positions and the time and date were made and they all called it a day. In two days at nightfall: the path to the throne will begin. Aeodor shook his friend’s sleeping body. ‘It’s time’ he whispered. Drobin’s eyes shot open and he jumped out of bed with the grace of a gazelle. In seconds he was in full clothing. ‘You’re an early bird; I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.’ Aeodor noticed. ‘Being a hunter has its advantages.’ Drobin shrugged his eyes alert. ‘Let’s go.’ The main chamber was full of armed soldiers. Every one of them wore the chainmail armor the guards wore when they captured Aeodor and Drobin but it was coupled with a plate chestpiece and pauldrons with red trims similar to fire. In the centre of the chestpiece and on the face of the right pauldron was the red shield with two white swords and a blue sun rising. The insignia of the Blue Shadows. They also donned a full helm with a thin line across the face for the soldier to see, it’s hard to win a battle when you can’t see. The fact that this is a mercenary group was obvious, everyone had a different weapon. But everyone was in uniform showing it’s a professional mercenary group. ‘Ah there you are!’ Grethork hailed them. ‘The moon is high and the sky clear, a perfect time for a battle!’ There was a mad glint to the man’s eyes, the man was calm in official affairs but before and probably in battle the man was dangerously excitable. Grethork wore exactly the same armor as everyone else, except the red trims were gold. Sure to attract attention. ‘Your army is a good size.’ Aeodor noted. ‘Aye and that’s not all of them! We’re five hundred strong!’ Grethork grinned. ‘And they’re professional, better than the group of lazy buffoons we’re up against eh?’ They all laughed like old friends, that’s the best way to fight off nerves. Laugh it off. ‘When are we off?’ Drobin asked nervously. ‘I’ve given everyone an hour to muster here, that time is almost up. You also need to get geared up lads.’ He shouted something to someone and a mercenary carried to sets of the same armor he donned over on a cart. ‘Freshly made for you two, come on put them on!’ he said excited to see them in it. ‘I’ve never worn plate before.’ Drobin said, Aeodor had a few times but he preferred lighter garbs. ‘Ha, what’s the saying? Oh yeah, there’s a first time for everything. Now put it one!’ The chainmail was what Aeodor usually used. The shirt had little plates of metal over the chainmail which was what Aeodor wasn’t used to, it weighed him down and he liked to be quick on his feet. Grethork lifted the plate chestpiece up and helped Aeodor don it. He then strapped the two pauldrons to the prince’s shoulders. He then started helping Drobin while Aeodor examined his armor. It was heavy, that was for sure. Aeodor felt like there were a thousand sacks of iron strapped to his back. He strapped his sword back on, he hadn’t worn his Runite sword in a while, he had taken to locking it in his chest and carrying his spare steel one. Aeodor had been training with it for a while and he could feel it shifting its weight to his liking. He still hadn’t named it but no other sword he had used is better, even Fellbiter. Aeodor examined the helmet, it was a different style to the other mercenary’s Instead of a slit for the eyes he had two horizontal triangles, they were almost as thin as the slit the other mercenaries had. ‘You may of noticed’ Grethork began in his smooth dialect. ‘The changes I’ve made to your armor. Firstly the thing you haven’t noticed: everyone’s armor is heavily enchanted with defensive wards but yours is even more so, just as much as mine even. All this is Binc’s work by the way, he’s a fantastic wizard but too old for battle sadly. I know how important you two are and I know that keeping you as safe as I can is beneficial to everyone, apart from the enemy of course! Now aesthetically I’ve made the trim fancier and the pauldrons are pointed instead of rounded. Finally there are two dragon heads on the lower half of the armor if you haven’t noticed. This will make you stand out more as a leader to all the other mercenaries. We don’t usually make leaders stand out, my captains have exactly the same armor as everyone else, I’m usually the only exception but you two are different so I’ll make that exception of you too.’ ‘Thank you Grethork, you’ve already done so much. I can’t ask for more.’ Aeodor said. ‘There’s no need to thank me, I think you’re a good man and I know you can lead us to victory. I’ve always been told you were the best of the Arinians. And you may not ask for more but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you more’ he winked. ‘Aeodor take this bow, you’ll need it. Drobin has his. Now I think it’s time to get going.’ He started walking away, stopped and turned around to address them again. ‘Remember to take the platemail off if the situation requires it, the chainmail is enchanted the most so you won’t lose all your protection.’ They nodded and walked off to address his men. Everyone lined up like soldiers. Their armor in perfect condition and their weapons freshly polished. Aeodor fingered his new bow as he swung the quiver of arrows onto his back. It was black and red like his new armor and bow. The weapons were in uniform as well. ‘Okay you rats, I want to see good fighting out there. No running into walls, no stabbing friends in back and KILL EVERYTHING! Thanks for listening and have a nice day!’ He winked at them all, everyone laughed then started moving. The room went from calm to chaos as everyone started talking and gathering their things. ‘It’s almost like a military operation’ Aeodor exclaimed. ‘I love it how you said “almost”’ Drobin laughed. ‘Reporting for duty sir!’ A mercenary wandered up to him. ‘Excellent, get in line soldier.’ Aeodor barked in his commander voice. ‘Erm…sorry sir, I meant the other…sir.’ The mercenary said, embarrassed. ‘Oh okay,’ Aeodor laughed. ‘Oh…’ Drobin began. ‘W-What’s your name soldier.’ The soldier had his helmet off and he looked startled. ‘Erm Radorik sir…’ ‘Well Radorik…get in line.’ He said the last words a bit hesitantly, the man learned quickly though and Aeodor was sure he’d make a fine commander in no time. More soldiers came each going either into Aeodor’s party or Drobin’s. They were both leading different groups. Aeodor had half of the ground force and Drobin had an archery platoon to himself, him and his platoon’s job was to bombard the enemy with arrows from the rooftops. There were other platoons but Drobin wasn’t an experienced commander and it was too hard for any commander to coordinate platoons that were on the other side of a street. Shouting doesn’t help in stealthy situations. Aeodor’s group steadily grew bigger than Drobin’s but he had a lot more people to wait for so Drobin had his fifteen soldiers and he was ready to go quickly. After a quick embrace the young man left with his group to get in position. Aeodor was somehow not worried, he’d known his friend for a month or so now and he was the best friend he’d ever had, the man was too important to die. Aeodor’s company was a good two hundred troops, Grethork controlled three hundred and would be advancing from the north of the town where it was most defended. Aeodor would come from the south. The group travelled through one of the many tunnels under the town, it would supposedly place them outside the town. After an hour of walking through murky tunnels they reached the surface. A few minutes later the rest of the group caught up, Aeodor did a headcount. All was going to plan. ‘Where will we see the signal sir?’ one of Aeodor’s captains asked, his name was Anorsk. He had short curly brown hair and one brown eye and one grey. A good man, Aeodor had surmised. ‘The west side of the town, once that signal goes we’ll still have to wait a few minutes for the guards to head over there. That part is vital.’ Aeodor told him. Suddenly a beam of purple light flew up into the air and exploded filling the midnight sky with dazzling light. The explosion shook the ground. People started screaming, the time was close. After what Aeodor guessed the right amount of time he mustered his army and advanced. The screams weren’t genuine, the Blue Shadows had positioned civilians to scream when the signal went off to dramatize the effect. Most of the civilians knew what was going on and many were fighting. It was a risky move involving the citizens due to moles, the Arinians would know what was going on soon anyway so it doesn’t matter that someone’s probably tipped them off, besides the extra manpower helped and their plan didn’t rely on surprise. The streets was packed with people pretending to go about their business, Arinian soldiers were trying to control the crowd but as soon as Aeodor’s company was seen the civilians turned on the guards and quickly subdued them. ‘Everyone settle down!’ Aeodor shouted over the commotion and noise the townsfolk were making. ‘My company is taking the south guard post as you’ve all been told, when we do that a curfew will be set and guards will be everywhere. Anyone of you can back out at anytime, this is entirely voluntary and the only thing you’re getting here is your town back.’ ‘That’s all we want!’ someone shouted causing everyone to cheer. Aeodor grinned ‘Then you’ll get it!’ he shouted. ‘Now once we have the guard post we’ll raid it and arm everyone. I’d say there are two hundred of you and with sufficient weapons you’ll be a force to be reckoned with. Remember to stay low and that you’re not invincible. And enjoy yourselves!’ The crowd cheered as Aeodor walked back to his army. ‘The guards won’t deliberately kill them either, that’s an advantage I guess.’ Aeodor thought. He didn’t like using civilians but the time required it. The civilians cleared out as Aeodor’s army passed, they stayed close behind though eagerly awaiting their weapons. The army advanced further down the street towards one of the looming guard tower. Various patrols passed them but all were subdued and the stripped of their weapons. The weapons were given to the townsfolk and they joined the ranks of Aeodor’s army but many were still unarmed. Soon they reached the large, imposing tower and sorted out two small groups to take it. Aeodor was to lead one and Anorsk the other. ‘Remember.’ Aeodor said to another captain who was temporarily in charge of the army. ‘Take out every patrol and strip them of their armor. Our presence still isn’t known…yet.’ ‘Yes sir!’ The soldier murmured eagerly. Aeodor drew his sword, took off the platemail and crept into the tower with his group of ten soldiers. Anorsk will going through the back door with his similarly sized group. The room they entered was a simple entrance hall. Two guards sat on a table rolling dice. Aeodor signaled his group to stay put and crept forward. His armor clinked lightly but the guards didn’t notice. As soon as he was within reach he stabbed the guard in the back of the head with his knife, pulled the dead man’s knife from his belt and effortlessly tossed it into the other guards face. ‘Let’s go.’ He whispered to his group. The centre of the room had the table where two living guards used to sit. On either side of the table were two stone staircases leading to the upper levels. Half of Aeodor’s group went up the left one and Aeodor and the other half of the group went up the right staircase. The next floor was a little busier than the last. A large table was planted in the middle of a rather bare room. The only light source was a large iron chandelier hanging over the table. Seven guards lounged on it drinking ale and eating their supper. Arinians appear polite when they’re sober but a drunk Arinian is a rough one. Like a sober Barand. Aeodor’s group was at full strength again so they snuck around the table at the dark points of the room. The atmosphere was quiet as none of the guards seemed to be in a talking mood, even the drunk ones. Six mercenaries stood behind each lounging guard, Aeodor crept behind the last one; a rough looking man with a short beard and moustache. He had a tankard of Barand ale stuck to his hand. Aeodor gave the signal then shoved his already wet blade in the man’s throat. His men did the same and the group of drunken soldiers became a group of dead ones. The next floor contained beds filled with snoozing off-duty soldiers. The small group made quick work of them then moved on. The next four floors were exactly the same, the captain’s quarters were empty but there were some useful documents Aeodor took. They walked back downstairs and went onto the street again. ‘Sir I think we better get moving a patrol escaped, our presence is known’ a soldier greeted him. ‘Good where’s Anorsk’s group?’ Aeodor asked. ‘Right here sir, we happened to stumble across an armory as soon as we entered the building. The townsfolk are mostly armored up and as deadly as townsfolk can be.’ Anorsk told him. ‘Let’s get moving then, the tower’s empty.’ Aeodor said grimly. They walked through empty streets save the occasional patrol that they’d defeat instantly. Every patrol they met seemed to be going in the same direction they were going: to the market square. The market square was packed with Arinian guards. Every patrol had been called back, their presence was known. It’s hard to hide several hundred heavily armed people so the fighting started instantly. The mercenaries crashed into the startled soldiers, archers appeared on the rooftops surrounding the market square and began raining their deadly ammunition on the enemy soldiers’ moonlit helms. At the north of the market square another army led by Grethork crashed into the rear of the Arinian guard. The only entrances and exits to the market square were blocked by angry rebels. The Arinians started to panic. Aeodor darted soldier to soldier like a demon. He opened a gruff man’s shiny stomach emptying his last meal onto the floor. He parried a strike from behind and skillfully spun around and stabbed the man in the throat. Another three soldiers advanced. Aeodor sprung forward and jumped onto the shoulders of one, stabbed the man behind the collarbone then kicked the man into his two comrades. The other two assailants fell to the floor with their dead comrade. Aeodor made quick work of the last two; if you fall over in battle you’re dead. Aeodor continued to dart from soldier to soldier, attacking and defending himself, making quick work of everyone. The few strikes that should connect with his armor bounced off and flung the attacker off balance. Aeodor would quickly stab the man in his exposed throat. Aeodor used a variety of ways to kill his opponents each one as skillful as the last. Once when attacked by two Arinians he disarmed one skillfully with his sword, spun around and beheaded both of them with both the blades he wielded. The guards had no fire support as every roof was occupied by mercenaries and every one of those mercenaries was an archer. After an hour the soldiers threw down their swords and raised their arms in surrender. It wasn’t over though, the town hall still stood and it was covered in barricades. Something wasn’t right. Suddenly the roof of the town hall was covered in archers and every window in the town hall had an archer leaning out of it. Arrows flew down from the sky clearing ranks of mercenaries. Everything went from to chaos and hell. ‘We have to stop them!’ Grethork shouted to Aeodor, suddenly finding him. ‘Then let’s stop them!’ Aeodor replied just as loudly. ‘I’ll take one group through the right side, you take one through the left. Take Drobin with you, I saw him around here somewhere.’ ‘Alright, I’ll see you in there!’ ‘Aye, you will!’ ‘That man sure is a Barand.’ Aeodor thought. After a few minutes he found Drobin and rounded up a few confused men. They ran to the left side of the building as planned, keeping low so their faces weren’t filled with arrows. Luckily no one was hit making the job of taking the town hall all the more easier. The left side of the town hall wasn’t barricaded and there wasn’t a single guard there; a fatal mistake on behalf of the Captain of the guard. Aeodor and his twenty-strong group entered the building. Inside the building used posh but due to the continued presence of soldiers it wasn’t so anymore. The expensive Saracsin carpets were covered in mud from constant patrolling soldiers who’d forgotten to wipe their feet. Tapestries had been ripped off the wall and left on the floor. In their place were weapon racks and spare ammunition. They travelled down the corridor, one of the townsfolk with them used to work in the town hall so he knew his way around the building rather well. He led them across the ground floor to a big open room. A large group of soldiers lounged around it, on one side of the room were two huge wooden doors covered in wooden boards. This was the entrance hall. The soldiers outnumbered them but Aeodor’s men had the element of surprise and of course himself. Aeodor kicked a man off his chair and lunged forwards to finish him off. His men followed suit and attacked. A soldier drew his sword and ran at Aeodor, the prince waited calmly until the very last second, he ducked under the soldier’s clumsy attempt to decapitate him and drove his blade into the man’s gut. Two more had reached him by then, Aeodor parried two quick strikes then kicked one soldier in the side of the knee causing the man to stumble Aeodor went for the kill but found another blade met his. The other soldier had parried his attack with great skill. Aeodor kicked the kneeling soldier in the face knocking him over. He then turned to face his skilled assailant. He feinted a strike to the neck but quickly changed the course of his moving blade to hit the Arinian’s hip. Aeodor was never good at feinting but in his opinion it was the best feint he’d ever done, his enemy saw it though and quickly parried. Aeodor was knocked off balance and the man stabbed towards his throat. The blade was pushed back and the soldier was knocked off his feet. Aeodor, realizing he was in danger stabbed downwards without hesitation. He was shaken though, and slightly disappointed. He’d never lost to anyone apart from his father in swordplay. If he can’t defeat a lowly swordsman then how will he ever defeat his father? The room was filled with dead, all the soldiers had been killed and Aeodor had lost only three men. The group, after cleaning up their dead began work on the door. The barricade didn’t prove a problem, using the dead soldier’s swords Aeodor and his men removed every plank and swung the door open. The scene outside was brutal; an uncountable amount of mercenaries lay dead on the floor with arrows stuck in every spot of their bodies. Everyone sprinted to the doors as soon as they were to get out of the arrow barrage, soon though everyone was inside the building. Aeodor sat down to rest; there were more than enough mercenaries here to take the town hall. Drobin collapsed next to his friend. ‘Rough day huh.’ Aeodor smiled slightly ‘We won though, we won…’ ‘What’s next though?’ Drobin asked. Aeodor shrugged ‘We’ll see where the wind takes us, like we always do.’ ‘I hope it takes us somewhere nice, somewhere where I can hunt. I’ve been getting the urge to do that lately for some reason.’ ‘It’s because you don’t like killing people Drobin, you’re too good a person.’ Deep down Aeodor could tell Drobin just wanted everything to be the way it used to be. Aeodor grabbed Drobin by the hand ‘We’ll do good Drobin, you’ll be my first hunter as soon as I become king.’ Drobin grinned ‘I’ve never hunted for money before…sounds like fun.’ ‘Who says I’m giving you money?’ Aeodor said his eyes wide in mock surprise. They laughed together ‘Let’s get some mead, this dump must have something we can get drunk with.’ Drobin said. Aeodor’s face lit up. ‘Or better than mead; Arinian ale.’ ‘Oh no…’ Drobin moaned.

I'm sure the lobster was eaten by someone else Munaus

Chapter Eight Thanodor was brooding, the great throne room he sat in really didn’t satisfy him. Sure the priceless red velvet curtains and carpet made it look fancy, and the golden candlesticks and painting frames gave the room that nice expensive glint it needed but apart from all the paintings and windows there was nothing else, just a plain marble floor with a red carpet going down it towards the throne. The room needed décor, lots of it. ‘Orthol!’ Thanodor boomed. ‘Get over here!’ The Grand Steward of the Arinian Empire scurried in like a diseased rat. He wore grey robes that would have been grand were they not worn by him. He was in his late forties and it was showing in his face and hair. Grey strands plagued his scraggy black hair and lines covered his cowardly face. The man was on that note; a coward. He would jump at anything and the slightest hint of a fight would send him scurrying to the backdoor shaking all over like a startled cat. The fact that this man was the second most powerful man in the world made him slightly intimidating first glance but after a few seconds of conversation you would quickly realize the man’s a liability with an awful stammer. ‘Y-Yes m-milord?’ he stammered. ‘This place is boring, there’s no sculptures, fountains anything! I want the designer of this room executed!’ Thanodor commanded with his loud, mighty voice. You could tell this man is the ruler of the world just by listening to him. He’s not one that expects to be disobeyed. Orthol gulped, he was the designer of the room. But blames can be shifted. ‘I’ll g-get r-right on i-it milord.’ ‘Good, then get a new one that has some degree of intelligence. Now leave me.’ ‘Y-Yes s-sire…’ The Steward scurried away as fast as his shaking legs could carry him. Thanodor sat there for a while, his crimson and red robes were itchy but he was used to it. Appearances matter in court and Thanodor certainly was in a court. Petrano strode in, he donned his blue and gold doublet and hose. There wasn’t a time Thanodor didn’t see him in those clothes, same with his other son Vasilio except he wears red and gold. The Prince had his sword by his side, he always likes to carry his bow but Thanodor didn’t allow it in the palace, besides it would be useless in such close quarters. Petrano’s face hadn’t changed over the years apart from growing a light goatee that looked extremely unprofessional. He still had the same flawless features like his other brother, they both looked different though: Petrano had a long somber face while Vasilio had a broader, stronger face. Petrano could learn a lot from his older brother, the man wore the right clothes and always kept professional. That’s why Thanodor put him in command of the army; High General Vasilio was his title, much more impressive than Prince Vasilio. Petrano controlled the knights though, Thanodor had to give him something to do. ‘Father, there’s an issue.’ Petrano began. Thanodor sighed. ‘What is it now son?’ ‘There is unrest in the city, everyone isn’t content with your recruitment standards and the insanely high tax. It’s too much father!’ Thanodor instantly knew what to do, he had to be vigilant and vigilance means action. ‘Orthol!’ he called. The Steward scurried in again, Petrano looked at the man with obvious contempt and revulsion. ‘Y-Yes my exalted L-Lord?’ Orthol murmured uncertainly. ‘I have an order, an important one.’ Thanodor began. ‘The citizens of Yor Athropis are discontented with the way we’ve been treating them. Exterminate ten percent of the population, close every gate then do it. Hang any soldier that doesn’t obey and no children are to be killed and no looting to be done, NOW!’ ‘O-Of c-course my l-lord.’ The man began to scurry away but Petrano called after him. ‘Orthol don’t do it! Think about all those people!’ Orthol looked at the Prince with a look that said: better them than me. Petrano snorted with disgust then turned to face his king, Thanodor was blind with rage. ‘How dare you…how bloody dare you!’ his father shouted at the top of his voice. ‘I keep this family together! I keep this kingdom together, these people must be ruled with an iron fist Petrano! An iron fist!’ he smashed his fist on the side of the throne and his voice turned quiet. ‘Ever…ever since…your mother died.’ He hung his head, tears dripped onto his gown. ‘Ever since your mother died I…I’ve regretted every bad order I…I’ve given but I have to son…I have to…’ Petrano blinked away tears. ‘Why father, why do you have to do these things. Why do we need such an army, all those millions of families that have been split apart because of our recruitment, just like ours…all those lives lost…’ ‘It’s for the greater good!’ Thanodor rose his voice again. ‘The good of all civilization!’ ‘I…I don’t think you…understand what good means any more father…’ Thanodor looked at him with reddened eyes. ‘Get out.’ He spoke quietly but his voice was sharp and tinge to it like it was ready to snap. Petrano, knowing he’d crossed the line slowly backed out of the room, keeping his eyes on his father the whole time, as soon as his back hit the door he swung it open and sped away. Thanodor stared at the same spot for a few minutes then got up. He pulled back a panel on his throne and pressed an odd button on it. The throne slid sideways revealing a dark room behind it. Thanodor stepped in his secret haven, pressing the button to close the door as he entered. Gears grinded and the door slid shut. Inside was a scene from a nightmare but Thanodor was used to it, ever since he built the place and hung the corpses up he had visited the place too many times for it to scare him. Skeletons and rotting corpses hung from the walls with their hands and feet tied to the wall, at first glance they looked like dead, forgotten prisoners but they were of a darker nature. At the end of the room a large black skull with two skeletal hands that looked as if they were placing a spell on it. In the middle of the room was a desk with various books on it and an alchemy lab. Thanodor strode towards the desk and began reading one of the books. After a few minutes he put the book down then stood in the centre of the room like a statue. He pulled his magicka from the depths of his body just like the old man taught him, he gathered the magic in his fist then converted the raw magic into what he wanted; life. He opened his fist and a ball of pure shadow appeared in his hand. He smiled at it and threw it to his other hand like a ball. Then he focused it and threw it at one of the skeletons, almost instantly the shadow consumed the body and was absorbed by it. After a few seconds the skeleton’s eyes lit up in an eerie purple color. The skeleton looked at its master then started to struggle against its bounds. Thanodor drew his pistol, loaded it and fired. The skeleton’s head exploded and its eyes went dim. Suddenly Thanodor gasped, the moment was so like the one when he shot Aeodor his youngest son. He shook his head as if in a daze then went back to reading. Invincibility is the final stage of learning Necromancy. Not many get here never mend achieve it, the process of becoming invulnerable and immortal is a painful one but extremely beneficial. An invincible necromancer is known as a Lich, as well as becoming invincible your power will triple in magnitude. Liches are the most feared things on earth but as a warning you must know that society will not accept you if you are one. When a Lich your face will pale, all your go purple and show and your eyes will begin to glow much like your rejuvenated corpses. If you are still willing to proceed then please, read on. All you need is a life stone, these are simply jewels. The more expensive the more life they’ll hold. The first thing in the process to becoming a Lich is the removal of all of one’s organs, to do this without killing yourself you must cast the sustain spell I taught you on Pg 1423. While sustaining yourself you must cut yourself open and remove ONE organ at a time. Remove your least vital ones first (see Pg 324 for information on human vitals), when you have removed one then you must sew yourself back up then stop casting the spell. Now you must quickly past a draining spell (Pg 472) on the organ and extract its life-force into your life stone. The jewel should start to glow dimly. Repeat this process until you have no organs left in your body apart from your brain. Remember your life stone must be touching you AT ALL TIMES once you’ve removed your first organ. You may place your life stone in your power armor/robes but that requires you to wear your apparel of power at all times. When your organs are removed you must… Thanodor stopped, the rest he knew. Once the necessary spells were complete all he had to do was wait a few years and he’d be invincible. He removed his robes, his whole torso was covered in stitches and his skin was inhumanly pale, strapped to the centre of the man’s chest was a glowing purple diamond. In glass containers below the black skull were his heart, bladder, lungs, liver, stomach and intestines. The path to immortality was almost complete. ‘Look at it brother, the world’s gone to hell!’ Petrano spat. ‘What do you mean Petrano?’ Vasilio, Petrano’s noticeably smaller but stockier brother. They stood outside the Palace, a huge structure made of dull grey stone. Turrets and towers were dotted in a mad formation, black silhouettes wielding bows patrolled the battlements and the occasional light of a torch dimmed as one of the guards passed it. It was midnight and Petrano had asked his brother to meet him in the Imperial Courtyard, the place was huge just like the Royal Courtyard back in Cynidor except bigger, this place was now referred to as the Garden of Eden nowadays instead of the one in Cynidor. Because the castle sat atop a great hill the courtyard was rather high up, so a high stone wall was place around it topped with iron spikes giving the outside of the courtyard the look of a graveyard. There were viewing platforms on the wall that overlooked the entire city, although the city didn’t look very grand at the moment and it wasn’t because it was dark. Great pillars of flame rose up into the sky bellowing black smoke into the already polluted atmosphere. Those fires weren’t wood or coal fires, they were human bodies; piled up and burned. ‘All the millions of people that have been murdered, piled up and burned like mere trees.’ Petrano leaned on wall staring at the city, screams rang across the city and musket fire could be heard. The most common sound in Yor Athropis was gears grinding and furnaces pumping out smoke, the city was the most polluted place in the world, the sky was dark at day time and black clouds always hung in the air. The city was built for one purpose: Production. The place mass produces armor, guns, spears and swords. It’s all one big factory made to fuel the Great Army of Illensia. The citizens were simply placed here for money. Citizens’ equal tax as the King says. They’re not people to him, they’re simply an asset. ‘They deserved it brother,’ Vasilio said trying to be reasonable. ‘They rebelled and father-’ ‘They didn’t rebel!’ Petrano shouted. ‘They were discontented because their families are being taken away from them and their money is being stolen by the king!’ Vasilio’s face reddened, a trait he had gotten from his father. ‘How dare you question father’s rule!’ he roared. ‘Do you even understand what he’s been through? Your thirty five years old and you still don’t understand how kingdoms work!’ Petrano’s closed his eyes suppressing his anger, then he turned around and walked away. ‘Where the hell are you going!?’ Vasilio called. ‘Hell’s a way to describe this place but I didn’t think it’d be a way to describe its people.’ ‘Captain, what…what do you think about the King? Petrano said one bright morning. ‘Honestly my lord?’ the Captain asked. ‘Yes’ ‘I think he’s evil and twisted. Or in lighter terms, I think he’s lost his marbles.’ The Captain spoke in a rough countryman accent that showed his background of a farmer. The differences in him and his lord’s speech were staggering and showed how different certain parts of the world are. ‘Then we have something we agree on.’ The captain grinned showing a few missing teeth. ‘Like the millions of other things we agree on!’ Petrano laughed. It was an ongoing joke between them, whether it be a philosophical debate or what tactics to use in certain situations they always disagreed on it. Despite this they are the best of friends despite the status difference. Captain Yanthi or Dol Yanthi if the situation was informal is a tall burly man. He’s the kind of man that prefers to swing an axe then play with “a metal toothpick” as he puts it. Although he looks like the kind of person who likes smashing first and asking questions later he’s still extremely clever. He has a thick black stubble and short black hair giving him the common look of a forester. A long scar streaked across his cheekbone where a sword had nicked him once in his youth and he had honest brown eyes that also gave the impression that the man reacts badly to teasing. Despite Dol’s long, successful military career he had never been promoted further than Captain, he’d been demoted because the army sees every little thing he does wrong as a catastrophe that costs the army dearly. The man always rises back up though. But as if by some unspoken law he isn’t allowed to go past Captain. He suspected it was because he’s Barandish, the Arinians are a very prejudice people. The two friends sat in the high ranking lunch hall, technically the Captain wasn’t allowed in there but Petrano had pulled some strings. They sat there sharing an extremely expensive lobster, despite the fact Petrano could get it for free he still only got one. The prince wasn’t one to waste and one lobster was enough for two people…according to him. ‘But seriously though’ Petrano continued. ‘Millions of people have died today, the population of Yor Athropis is…what is it?’ ‘Over a hundred million.’ Dol told him. ‘So ten million people have died today at least!’ Petrano said, astonished. Dol’s eyes widened ‘I knew it was bad but…’ ‘Not that bad…’ Petrano hung his head in shame. ‘What have I done? What has he done?’ he groaned. ‘The world’s gone to hell…’ ‘It wasn’t your fault Petrano,’ the captain assured him. ‘How could you possibly know his mind’s gone south?’ ‘I should have known, I-I could have stopped him…and Vasilio believes he’s right…’ ‘Vasilio’s gone too? Oh Gods above…’ ‘I don’t think even the Gods can help us now…’ They left the table, leaving the half eaten steaming lobster behind.

I'd rather have a burger but a pizza would be pretty cool, I could use my railguns to kill the delivery boy and take all his pizza, mwah ha ha

Yeah they were the best days :)

Yes they do, this is the longest I've ever stayed on a forum, the people here are funny and talented (mostly) and they're all generally nice people. I love it here

Wow this sounds so much better than all the other mods I've played, getting it now!