Mithras

Patria found it’s ancestry where it was, the ruins were found by a halfling nearby and they called it the Ruins of Patria. Upon the first establishment, the scions of patria avoid the ruin. From thereon they consider the ridding of omniscience.

Patria found it’s ancestry where it was, the ruins were found by a halfling nearby and they called it the Ruins of Patria. Upon the first establishment, the scions of patria avoid the ruin. From thereon they consider the ridding of omniscience.

“Dreams of silver tongues that bite into the same flesh, really drink the same ichor” - Arthendain, Fall from Heavens first timeline Curse the wind here and be alighted of all burdens

I'm leaving with a Small Warband to join the Ruined Prince's Army. If you have any Landed Hoplites or Slaves I'm willing to buy them here. Payment is expected in Psychic Draw and you will be added to my Well. If no one responds I'll send my Warband to take all those slaves you Ill Cultivators keep in your heads, and you won't even notice the difference. A dog knows how to bark, a human should know their place! "A Landed Follower with Two Formulas" is their prized possession. Their Eid flows without use, and they wield a heavy bronze shield and spear

12.6 Million slaves are collected and executed as deserters from armies that did not cling to a certain circle. 8,000 Landed Hoplites are raised, each carrying a Heavy Bronze Shield and a Spear each. What belongings left behind are left to fill their wages and empty diets. The Hoplites are instructed to raze and pillage other answers, there is an odd instruction, The Golden Carcass can be restored... Do you think inaction is a pleasant excuse? It certainly is the best one

Four War Galleons are collected from a vast collection of entities that did not answer. They are summarily lost in their possession and granted to the enjoyment of the Ray Finders. Do you think laughter will always save you first?

I'm looking for Serfs, the benefits are enormous you'll be able to learn magic easily and even be able to wash your face without tarnish! If you're not interested in turning into Mincemeat then don't mess with me! I gotta eat food anyway and hiding food won't save your answers

2.3 Million slaves are collected from Distant answers which would have liked to speak. The Slaves are all executed and 2,000 Landed Hoplites are raised. They are left to place more shields in the sky and strike their spears where they feel empty.

Pleasant Melodies erase Occult Disccussion, Laughter of Pig Gods rip Flesh in Three Directions not Four!, Who Ate the Flesh, I NEED MORE! Gods don't bark in Blue Sound! Gods don't bark in Blue Sound! Gods don't bark in Blue Sound! - Godling Fever If I rip one Eye it only Rips Four, If I break one Axis it always breaks one What are different Illnesses in hearty containment?

3299 Slaves are collected from those that should have responded, they are robbed by skillful maneuver, what little loss noticed to them having little tide or withdrawal. The Slaves are slaughtered without perception, 32 Landed Hoplites are raised and 12 Salt Farmers are skillfully raised without any attention or purpose. A small guild forms around the Salt Farmers but it is easily dissolved and swallowed; their effect on any standard so small they leave hardly any allowance. By some strange occurrence it appears the gild of gift from tearful sages has not effected the Ruined Prince at all, his mockery leaving the same discussion without trace for approval. The 32 Landed Hoplites are left to swing their spears at the Salt Farmers and Leave their shields in their eyes. The Salt Farmers farm salt at the foot of the Renowned Sages Mountain.

18 Slaves are collected from those that would have responded, they are greeted and paid in Psychic Draw. Pleased, they pay maintenance but are rejected. The Slaves are each raised as a Landed Hoplite, Each given a Heavy Bronze Shield and Spear each. They are sent to prowl beneath the Renowned Sage's Mountain, Destroying shields placed in the sky.

Four Serfs are claimed from those who would have responded but did not, they are rewarded with Psychic draw and future Glimmer. The Serfs seeing their lords opinion each become Ray Finders. They enjoy their living in extreme comforts.

149 Slaves are collected from those that don't use them and leave them in their words, Verily the slaves are cut apart and their excess drained apart. Lordlings who make no use of wealth are hardly noble, do you think dominance is a reasonable response? The Slaves are cut down with little attention or use, What flesh is left over leaves 8 Landed Hoplites in full kit with hefty purses. They are sent to prowl beneath the Renowned Sage's Mountain, placing more shields in the Sky.

38 Slaves are collected from random variables which don't respond in similar subsections. The Slaves are cut apart and turned into 3 landed Hoplites. Verily the 3 Landed Hoplites are rewarded with large wealth and a Heavy Bronze Shield and Spear Each. They are sent to prowl beneath the Renowned Sage's Mountain, placing more shields in the Sky.

In truth I'm quite furious by what I saw, Who are you animals? Even if I look at you where you are, I am merely confused by the presence of minds which can only avoid movements. Eight Serfs are saved from Excess of other minds, They are summarily executed by a band of Nhi Crossbows. Animals hardly deserve pleasure and you beasts stand as equals. Do any of you wonder what it is that stops future societies from moving forward?

Two serfs are robbed from incredibly ill figures who have spoken here, They are declared and Raised as Ray Finders. A desert scavenger skilled in combing travelled deserts for valuables. In deep meditation and comforts they live their lives in a Mirage.

12 Slaves are taken from Known Interlopers who Abuse their Transcendance with their Eye, Slaves are cut down and turned into 7 Landed Hoplites. The Seven Landed Hoplites upon seeing their illnesses swear fealty but are rejected, instead they are granted a Heavy Bronze Shield and Spear each, the leftover wealth taken to feed their obsessions. They are sent to a mountain home of a Renowned Sage to swing their spears at the sky.

8 Slaves are taken from Random Interlopers without Cost, slaves are cut down and turned into Two Landed Hoplites. The Two landed Hoplites upon seeing the state of man are each granted a Heavy Bronze Shield and Spear, the wealth of 8 slaves pooled together hardly feeding their purchase. They are sent to a mountain home of a Renowned Sage to swing their spears at the sky.

Markern you better be selling markers because I don't have any, I'm going to rob your pendant store and throw it in the City of Slums. I'm sorry I just need more milk and I can't afford any

Wandelaar you wander a bit too much in a dog eat dog world, I'm going to rob your pendant store and throw it in the City of Slums. I'm sorry I just need more milk and I can't afford any

Steve your name is too big, I'm going to rob your pendant store and throw it in the City of Slums. I'm sorry I just need more milk and I can't afford any

Too far... Cough cough

“Like a road of pack animals, with enough roads to be lazy” - from Roman Sigilites and Barriers Uselessness of man and all outsiders is the truth that keeps being slung around like a slingers breakfast. - A common Imperial phrase The Ocean Planet settled its surface over the corona of a strange psychic light. The mere gaze of the sun in the space behind the orbit, like a flood of nectar that pooled towards the planets depths. Sprinkling it’s surface, a strange formation of sparkling purple colors; glows like a color in their own night sky. It was said that the Imperial Hegemons, after reaching the planet through a gateway network supported by hyperlanes; immediately lost connection to all other worlds and the gate itself went into slumber. Hundreds of years later, what appear to be ocean settlements dot the planet. Islands made of steel and later grafted into the planets surface; Whereas various oceanic castles, made of deep sea metals claim portions of flooded World. Nearly four centuries after the Imperial arrival, the gate is reactivated. Imperial forces are executed as invaders and a brief war commences. Imperial humans, lacking any psychic achievement find themselves completely inferior to those evolved on the ocean world. Those of the Ocean, have psychic potential brimming with psionic latencies. In combat, even the spaceships of the far future are completely obsolete to the might of a few coordinated psychics. After short conflict, the gate, reactivated through technology, is forcefully sealed by a huge psychic force. Communication is closed and isolationism continues. Hundreds of years later, All signs of life on the teeming ocean world vanish. A brief phenomenon is witnessed near all gateways, a Psychic howl originating from the space spoken from. A clear personality of psionic behaviors reveals a hidden character. A psychic emperor prophesized to born on such a planet, such is the strength of their will that it simply cannot be compromised with physical behavior. A Chosen One, such a profession was common; almost noble among those who settled the oceans. Yet the psionic emperor, knowing their might originally; even before their appearance, the psychic potential of all millions of humans on the planet is guaranteed to wasted. What is it, the sensation of dominance from orders you have not even defended against. It was said, that a great chancellor, who having lived a luxurious life without any trace of psychic involvement; described having seen the Emperor once. When I looked at his crown, it had only been made from things I had seen. And upon seeing the gild of psionic energy that only seemed certain of a physical form, I noticed that my eyes had only witnessed my observation. It is by some alarm, the itch of ease and need for meditation is completely lost towards such a picture. Such angle of vast psychic might. It is certain to say, that every psychic in the world belongs to a man who has not been born. And every psionic history is this man’s future. It is precarious then, that a Chancellor having witnessed the Psionic Emperor. Was not blessed with great Psychic Power, but instead wrote a book from inspiration. ”The Smell of Three Roses” What a pretty book, it’s title like a lyre of pages that reflect the same circumstances. What a pretty book, a lyre of circumstances that reflect the same position. What a pretty dream, the laughters of possession to tears of a man who I wished I had never seen.

Psionics is typically a theory of communication. It is advancement in social sciences rather than any material connection, and it diverges from spiritual topic with the introduction of Psychic Energy. Psychic Energy is not latent in the environment. It’s mere loss is an incredible tragedy, the cycle of energy is not actually accurate towards any physical law. Perhaps the only accurate measurement, excluding and perhaps even making villains of those who have spoke on time and space: is motion. The accumulation of motion is a different energy, it’s measurement follows clear standard and it’s disruption has no precise calculus.

In Fairness of literature the reach of accuracy is the corruption that divides man. It is known that Humans are not divided by their strength, but merely by psychic ability. There is no actual standard for civility here; Barbarians have spoken magical tongue that Modern Man is completely useless towards comprehending. Somehow the need for information, a certain pattern, has sparked once again. It is a strange story that revolves around a single figure, in which man builds a vast civilization but does not include his belonging.