I would like to invite High Sorcery, Black Armada and the North Kingdom to join the Free People.
There is a common rule that anytime communications are lost with the opposition for more than 48 hours, all neutral nations may reassess their decisions.
At least I hope that such a rule exists.
What about the Indecision? I might be regretting my earlier decision to join the DS lol
Sorry … Indecision is not on the “invite list” … I do have note at the bottom of the page though …
It says … “You made your bed … Sleep in it”. Not sure who scribbled that.
Sorry. We just ordered 15000 new uniforms and a bunch of really nice flags with High Sorcery printed on them. They’re black and there’s skulls on them so they wouldn’t look right on the fp team. Don’t worry though, they’ll run out in just a few turns so we can think about your offer again if there’s still an fp team around.
Poor old Cazar … A lowly thief and attempted murderer (he was a miserable failure).
Alas he has met his end … Another criminal that has been dispensed a fair brand of justice for his ilk, a slit throat and his body left for the crebain and crows.
You are welcome.
Sorry … Wrong game entirely.
Attention High Sorcery and friends,
We understand that the annual Spring Gooseberry Festival held in Southern Mirkwood is a favorite tourist destination for many of the people of the region, but there is no need to have an armed insurgence to enjoy the events of the festival.
We going to have to request that you please leave your weapons and armor at the gates and enter in good will and enjoy yourself.
We have an exciting lineup of musical talent:
The Band Boffins … A hobbit folk group from Buckleberry.
sTool … A visual and sonic experience you will not want to miss. This band has a Bard that uses Mentalism magic to enhance the amplification and a visual light experience that will surely be one of a kind.
Also … We understand that Bill Lumbergh is traveling with this group. We have a request from a visitor named Milton Waddams. He says please return his stapler, whatever that means.
Thank you for the kind invitation. I like music that involves cries of pain, wails of distress and gnashing of teeth so I think I won’t be disappointed there.
Attention Creeping Death.
We, The Rhovannian Realty Corporation, are sorry to inform you that your lack of payment for the Northern Waste region has put all of your holdings in default.
We have sent numerous letters asking you to vacate the premises as we have new buyers for the property.
Your lack of attention to this matter has forced us to send eviction representatives.
This will go much more smoothly if you vacate the premises before our representatives arrive. Just leave the keys under the rock outside the cave. Otherwise we will be forced to evict you forceably. What will your neighbors think as your belongings are cast out onto the road, think of your children, your extended family.
Expect us in a few weeks. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
The sleepy Hamlet of Tokeliant woke with a fright as Hordes of spring shoppers had descended upon the local Target department store to take advantage of an unadvertised closeout sale on toothpaste and shampoo. It is widely known that the “mountain people” rarely keep up with proper hygiene as their only option to find these essential toiletries are substitutes such as Mountain goat milk for their hair and cave cricket legs they fashion into picks for their teeth. It wasn’t hard to tell they were coming as we could smell them days before they arrived.
In response to this convergence of these hygienically challenged sub humans, we have dispatched the local constable to reason with them. Please return to your cave homes and we will forgive the intrusion. If you fail to comply Constable Bob will have to arrest all 5000+ of you.
Remember … No shirt … No Shoes … No Service. Management reserves the right to deny service.
Strange …
We arrive at the Creeping Death capital to sign off on the foreclosure and we find the place abandoned.
We then have all of our correspondence marked “undelivered”. Has the CD moved back home to live in the basement at mom and dad’s? Has the frail operation of the CD military being run by proxy?
Is the HS a puppeteer as well?
Tsk, tsk, tsk … If you can’t do a job yourself, subjugate an ally.
Getting good …
The wizards and wizardesses of High Sorcery have now gathered enough ingredients for the Grand Spell. We’ve had enough stuff for a few turns now and on closer reading the 10000 dwarf left foot toes were optional and only needed for the taste (go figure that one out).
After completing the necessary incantations and rituals, the nation of High Sorcery has left this world to another dimension, the mysterious Dimension Number 40!
Mysterious dimension #40? Do you once again ride the fence in this new endeavor?
Dimension 40 has weird and alien fashions. Grey and black are out of favour here and we’re desperately busy dyeing our robes white. Which is a bit of a bother as the black keeps showing from underneath. I wish it was the other way around as getting from white to black is so much easier! The stitched skulls we can easily change into flowers.
Post your info on the Game 40 thread. What is your Region, if I may be so bold?
Parting is such sweet sorrow …
Ado … DS … Ado
Good job Freeps, well earned win.
Nice game people, see you in the next one.
Good game everyone.
Hats off to Esko and Caleb in particular on the DS team. Now that was a lot of Heavy Infantry… 
Adam
Congratulations to the Free Peoples! Sadly agents sometimes trump heavy infantry!
I was the Assassin nation in this game and only killed 2 characters … i had more agents killed in assassination attempts by guards than I assassinated.
Not good … not good at all.
See you in Game 40