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BOW DOWN TO MY SUPERIORITY WRETCHED MORTALS! I AM VYZION EYRI, AND NO IT IS NOT A PHONETIC MANIPULATION OF THE WORD VISIONARY. AT ALL.

I lead a tribe of wild logipriests (lol... logipriest) and we assist random lost adventurers out of our untamed, untainted and unexplored jungles. [Terrain]

We are unmatched when it comes to swinging on vines, making love, healing wounded comrades and being happy all the time. [Strengths]

However, against the vile creature that humans term the 'bunny rabbit', which the coddle and coo at as if it is the cutest creature in the universe, we cannot survive. We have, at great risk to our most experienced logipriest squad, acquired a picture of a malignant bunny. [Weakness]
Click at own risk.

Well Vermaak, Sandromin was originally planning on a Trifecta if you want in on this alliance.

The Venezzian trade guild refuses to recognise the Logipriest nation until we have made an ill fated attempt to gauge your strength. As I speak, a squadron of Caravels approach your lands armed with floodgate 9000 water turrets. There is also a Cog armed with a catapult that will rain Stone, Fire and Rabbit meat down upon you.

Oh don't look so shocked, it's what we do.

Due to our generally peaceful nature, we do not react until the rabbit meat starts raining down on us. Then, as our comrades die left and right, paralyzed by the cuteness of the rabbits (even chunks of rabbit meat) then crushed by stone and fire, unable to heal each other with out super healing powers, I run. I gather a small group of Logipriests and run. Straight towards the Venezzian convoy. When they see us, naked except for a loincloth, they laugh. Until we began chanting. Meaningless, really. Who has ever heard of chanting being able to cause catastrophic damage to a giant rabbit catapult? But it seemed to have worked. All weaponry was directed at us. The ominous rumbling signalled the release of the water turrets. We closed our eyes and hoped.

And hope prevails! With a yodelling battle cry, the remains of the logipriest nation, freed from the paralytic rabbit meat in the brief pause of the unrelenting barrage, swung from vines into the midst of the Venezzians, and using vines as ropes and tickling tools, they disabled the catapult. However, we could not do much against the wall of water roaring towards us. So, we braced ourselves and continued to tickle the Venezzians until both sides were swept up in the torrent.

Uh, I think that means its a tie? :D

Uh, I think that means its a tie? :D

I would call it a tie aswell.

Not let me tell you what happened from a Venezzian perspective. The convoy arrayed itself parallel to your shores and gagued the distance to your closest settlements by firing the water turrets high into the air. When we heard people complaining about rain on the wind, we knew we had the range. The Caravels then began uprooting trees with the water turrets in preparation for a colony while the Cog fired an opening Salvo of Salted Rabbit. To be honest, we weren't expecting it to have such a paralytic effect. Unnerving yes, but not paralytic. When no replay came we began firing stone and fireballs, expecting an easy victory. I even broke out a bottle of port as I watched the landing craft being lowered. But then I saw you and your band of madmen, your strange chanting carrying on the wind. The Cog, it's crew being well trained, were already sizing you up for a fireball.

But then we were undone. The fireball was already lit when they began aiming at you. Just as the catapult was about to let fly, the deck caught alight, forcing to crew to begin firefighting (Fire, as you know, is one of Venezzia's weaknesses). It was this lull that allowed your people to counter attack. How your jungle vines reached our ships, I will never know. But before I knew it you were among us. Natives, sailors, builders, marines and the heavy infantry intended to defend our new colony, all joined in a massive melee on the deck of my ship. I saw a great many of your people reduced to naught but Jelly by the swing of a warhammer, or peppered with steel shot. But then my men fell to your vines, tickling their way between the plates of our armour.

The captain of the lead Caravel pannicked and turned his turrets on the rest of the flotilla. We thought the ship was lost and responded in kind. By Day's end, we were all clinging to sunken wrecks.

Well my logipriests retreat to tend to our wounded in our jungle. Disease is spreading... apparently the rabbit meat catapult wasn't launching fresh kill. Typical of traders, really. Sending faulty goods to express distaste.

Also, treasure hunters begin to raid our leafy abode because of a rumour that massive fortunes lie buried in our soil. We, being inhabitants of the forest ever since many of the trees were saplings, cannot confirm these rumours; however, our ancestors were been pirates who decided to bunk down in the forest and give up their plundering ways. Perhaps they also buried their loot. Who knows. Perhaps, the pirates sighted off our shores are related to the pirates who buried this treasure. Perhaps there was a map. Perhaps a puzzle.

Whatever the reason, invasion seems imminent, and our sacred forest may not survive. Coupled with disease and the recent conflict, add a touch of humid, stifling weather, and the logipriest nation will be severely weakened.

Weak enough for any force to crush, manipulate, or enslave...

Weak enough for a sympathetic party to rescue.

What will happen? Stay tuned for the next episode of "The Ultimate Forum Passing-Time Meta-Game RPG Thing for Dust 514 w/ a Ridiculously Long Name... IV"

Dun dun duuun.

Sandromin, Vyzion, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. When I and my crew finally rowed back to Venezzia, the Trade guild was furious with me for such a titanic failure against the Logipriests. I thought my career was over, but then you, Sandromin, sent word of the Pirates. The next day, I hear rumours of treasure hunters planning on plundering the Logipriests. It took many hours, but I convinced the trade guild to endorse my plan.

First, I will locate these pirates who raid our trade lanes and pay them bountiful sums to sail to the Logipriest jungle and attack all the Privateers they find docked there. The Jungle will be saved and the pirates will be sated by the loot they find from one another.

Any questions?

Hmm, I always wondered what lay beyond the northern mountains, now it turns out to be Dwarves of all things! Well those peaks are quite impassable so I don't suppose that I'll be seeing them anytime soon.

Very well, I would request that you bring some merchants with you for we are as interested in your craftsdwarfship as we are in your diplomats. I'll have an escort of our Hamaxe wielding heavy infantry waiting for you when you cross the mountains, that is, if you can tell us where you'll emerge from the mountains

We will be South, at the base of our highest peak.

We will bring merchants, smiths, and our diplomats. We thank your generosity of the escort, but we have our own.

Xavier himself will not be there, for he has pressing matters to attend to.

May I ask the name of your society? I heard it was called the Merchant Guild?



[Out of Character] OP, could you please make a map of sorts, so we could get a good layout of Dustia? Also, could you also make a list of all the Nations? Many thanks.[/Out of Character]

Are we limited to this map or is there room for expansion?

We will be South, at the base of our highest peak.

We will bring merchants, smiths, and our diplomats. We thank your generosity of the escort, but we have our own.

Xavier himself will not be there, for he has pressing matters to attend to.

May I ask the name of your society? I heard it was called the Merchant Guild?



[Out of Character] OP, could you please make a map of sorts, so we could get a good layout of Dustia? Also, could you also make a list of all the Nations? Many thanks.[/Out of Character]