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The grendari wrote:

The Sea of Beasts, Rah’s Domain
The fleets first few weeks towards the eastern continent is met with fair winds and seas, but those were not to last during the last days of the voyage. As the fleet crossed into the Sea of Beasts, the ocean turned fowl. The titan of beasts found these steam ships to be abhorrent machines in his domain and thus sent his regards to them through storms. The sea itself was like a wild horse trying to buck the ships off its back. A few sailors report a voice in the wind, and some say they saw a monster in the storm. Finally, although not unscathed, the ships reached land, the rocky coasts of the Wild Lands.

The sailor's reports are largely ignored by their superiors. After all, the Mustelids are a quite practical people - they are one of the most technologically advanced on the planet, after all. With their strong, state-of-the-art, armoured, steam-powered vessels, they believe that they won't come to too much harm. They sail along the rugged coastline, charting the coast while looking for some sort of natural bay where they can drop anchor. The commander of the expedition, Admiral James Winnipeg, views the coast from the bridge of his flagship, the dreadnought MNS Putorius Furo. He writes in his journal that the land seems to be "chillingly devoid of life", "literally embodying the colonial doctrine of Terra Nullius" and "would only be useful to us as a far-flung penal settlement"...

Mustelidia wrote:

They hope Naturae will bless their voyage...

Naturae blesses them but it won't do them good once they enter The Grendari if they encounter Rah...

The grendari wrote:

The Wild Lands
With the blade of his legendary spear, Vol’garem, Rah cuts a small locket of black fur from his mane. As he places it in Naturae’s hand, one of his claws scratches her palm creating a bloody gash. Rah chuckles and licks the blood from his claw.
“Daar lost ni kosaan unoct dragaaz nuz forgen gun zey, sirvein.”
(“This has not been entirely unpleasant but refrain from visiting me, niece.”)

Black Coasts, Maw Territory, The Wild Lands
Lady Luck would look kindly upon the fleet as they find a nice bay, surrounded by a small forest. The bay is large enough to fit in the fleet.

When Rah tastes the blood it is surprisingly chaotic. Naturae smirks and regenerates her hand whilst placing the fur in a magic container.

"Fine, i won't be visiting unless it's beneficial to us both or urgent."

Naturae opens a portal to go through.

The grendari wrote:

Black Coasts, Maw Territory, The Wild Lands
Lady Luck would look kindly upon the fleet as they find a nice bay, surrounded by a small forest. The bay is large enough to fit in the fleet. The view from the bay revealing the rolling hills and grasslands that stretch many leagues inland. Few patches of woodlands and forests dot the landscape.

The Admiral looks out over the lands and sees, in his opinion, no evidence of civilisation. He writes in his journal that the lands look fit for farming and logging, and are ripe for colonial settlement...

Pingu armada wrote:

Naturae is looking forward to when they meet the darkkin...

(I think this thread is finished)

The CandyMaker stands silently over a bubbling cauldron as a brown liquid bubbles and pops. Slowly he dips a turtle shell beneath the surface and extracts it just as slowly (reverently in fact). Yes, it appears to have worked, he thinks! An impenetrable magical milk chocolate armor!

I will outfit the armies of Wealth and we shall be the victors of the universe!!

Arundele wrote:

The Arundeliens have already heard about spider silk from the Mustelids and are happy to accept it...

The spiders wear cloaks to hide their appearance at first when they go to sell their wares in Arundele...

Cooville wrote:

The Coovillians salute the president.

“We have the largest navy on the continent, but you have the most modern one. I was thinking we could share some ideas on defending our nations.”

The President nods

“That is certainly worth some consideration. Perhaps you all would like to the presidential palace...after all, its more comfortable there...”

Mustelidia wrote:

The President nods

“That is certainly worth some consideration. Perhaps you all would like to the presidential palace...after all, its more comfortable there...”

The coovillians nod and enter the palace, with the commander carefully handing his katana over to a minion.

Mustelidia wrote:

As they pace the hallowed halls of the palace, the President strikes up a conversation with the commander...

“Well, where is Cooville exactly?”

“On the western side of the continent, far away from here. Most would not be able to reach us from here.”

Frigid Alfheim wrote:

The scumbag elves begin a forest fire and smoke on their cigars, killing some birds with their smoke.

The Hunt
Rah Sivaas, having seen such a blatant disregard for his sacred domain, is completely enraged by this point. These elves actions will reflect upon their whole race in the eyes of Rah. Now these elves deserve a fate worst then death. They deserve the long and painful existence of servitude to Rah. Cursed for all time.
The warband continues their chase, closing the distance impossibly fast, as Rah bestowed upon them great stamina and speed to slay these elves quicker.