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The new Homestead act in Imnsvale is open to all people from all countries. Thirty to 180 acres of land is available per person or family, free of charge or taxes so long as you live there and improve the land for seven years. The first 20,000 applicants will be transported free of charge.

OOC: I was thinking a character RP, perhaps for down on their luck people, people looking for a better life in a new land, something like that.

{Civilian Channels}
x Micheal Jameson (Clerk, 1st Class, State Directorate)
o Imnsvale

Your offer will be passed along, but I think I speak for most of the people of my nation when I say I prefer for my internal organs to remain internal.

Eredron will send 20,000 citizens to take part in this. 8)

OOC: You missed the meaning of "Character RP". So unless you want to play out all 20,000 characters...

OOC: You missed the meaning of "Character RP". So unless you want to play out all 20,000 characters...

Just a bit of a joke.

*Pulls lever of forum list catapulting*

Lupercelia Lemma had just gotten too big. Ariadne wasn't much for the city and the associated deadlines, appointments, and general hurriedness. She longed for a more relaxed life, where she could run on her own schedule. The new Homestead act was like a dream come true. She filed for acceptance and received Deed Number 13,421 in the mail. Fifty-five acres of land, partially forested.

This mentions apple trees. How cool is that?

She packed her few possessions into her Jeep and said her goodbyes to the few friends she had before donating her entire house and remaining possessions to charity.

Well, I won't need them anymore. Might as well give them to somebody who needs them.

Her trek was over a period of a few days, winding her way into the forest.

This was the best idea...

Too many rules in the Forest Garden Co-operative, thought Gaspar Sumitro. Can't cut down that tree. Can't clearcut that area. Too many restrictions. Are there no more frontiers?

Gaspar's complaints were well known. he was regularly outvoted at Coop meetings that planned the next stage of rain forest farming. The other villagers liked Gaspar, but they didn't like his grand schemes for maximizing production.

Then at foreign broadcast night down at the local church, he heard the news from Imnsvale. Free land for the taking. A chance to finally see what a frontier would be like. And not too far away.

"Pack your bags, Dita," he said to his wife. "We're moving on up."

At last, she arrives; several hastily spray painted trees mark one corner of her land. She spends hours wandering, finding the other trees. She marvels in the beauty of her land and stifles the impulse to roll around in the open field. She begins to pitch a tent on the outskirts of the forest, her new home during the construction of her cabin. She pulls the shovel out of the tangle of possessions she had brought and proceeds to dig a fire pit. She clears the brush from around the pit and starts a fire and readies herself for the first night in her new home.

Many citizens in the Nation of Phyrric has petetioned the Government to "exodus" to this Homestead, but they all shared common concerns: Can they return to Phyrric if the situation calls for, maintain their ties to their families abroad, and maintain free communications, even if involving travel.

If these conditions are met, Phyrric is willing to send 20,000 people that are tired of urban life in a 53rd story apartment...for example.

Many citizens in the Nation of Phyrric has petetioned the Government to "exodus" to this Homestead, but they all shared common concerns: Can they return to Phyrric if the situation calls for, maintain their ties to their families abroad, and maintain free communications, even if involving travel.

If these conditions are met, Phyrric is willing to send 20,000 people that are tired of urban life in a 53rd story apartment...for example.

They could return to their home countries if they liked. Of course they could retain communications. This is not a despotic regime. However, if they do not return to their land, and it goes unimproved, they will be required to reimburse the government for the land gift they were given.

(You still seem to be missing the concept of character RP. Do you want to send four of five people, and RP them?)

Atop the hills overlooking a lake, the 6 yr old daughter of Mr Harrison holds her mothers hand, gazing at what is about to become her new home.

"Mom, there is no house here, where are we going to sleep?"

"We are just staking our claim there honey, it is a great site isn't it? I am so happy that we no longer have to look out into a poluted city, get stuck in traffic, or fear of being robbed at night. We are going to start a new life here honey, daddy is going to build us a house right over there." pointing out to the beach that has a small patch of strawberries.

"We staked our claim!" as Mr Harrison jumps off the back of the truck that brought him back from the courthouse. "Not only do we have our claim, we have petitioned with 168 other families from Phyrric in this area to establish an incorporated site." puzzled look comes over the daughters face "that means honey, that dad can open that store he has always dreamed about, live better than we did in Preatis, and make something better for ourselves. We will still see family, some of them will be coming soon themselves. Remember cousin Joana, she will be here next week. She lived above us on the 55th floor."

Tears start rolling down her cheeks "but I want my friends from school and daycare to be here too, I will have no friends." The parents hearts stir a tad, wodering what to say next, they have never had to deal with such a situation before. "It will be alright" says the mother. "Mom will be able to be home all the time now and you do not need to go to daycare, we can finally be a family together, no more working nights, no more dad gone for dinner, no more nights wondering how we are going to make it. It will all be ok"

(ooc: I have never RP with you before, did not know and yes I know what character RP is)

OOC: I apologize for my hasty response.

"This looks like a new town," said Kimaza Shierei, looking from a hill over a lake at a group of about 150 tents. "I'm sure they need some odds and ends." She hefted her pack and descended towards the new town.

OOC: I apologize for my hasty response.

np, did not want to send families to a certain death with all the evil alliances and stuff going on recently, know what I mean? lol

In the 'mobile town' that has formed what appears to be overnight, there is a mob of activity going on. Textiles, food, furniture is all piled high in the back of trucks, in truck, on cars and just about anything that can be used to transport goods. Even an older scruffy looking man has goods hanging off his hog that is propped next to his sleeping bag.

The smell of dinner radiates throughout the air, different scents can be sensualized. roast beef, hamburgers, steaks, pork, stews, cakes, corn, fresh butter. People are roaming with activities.

In the middle of the tents, poles are being erected with lights attached to the tops. Electric generators are lined up next to eachother and power cords stream everywhere. It looks like there is going to be a shindig, how fun this will be.

Laughter and talking can be heard from miles away, there is certainly a bustling of activity tonight. There is good reason, a new Phyrric town is forming. The only thing that is stopping the mass construction is the need for materials and tools to do it with.

The first tent seen when entering the town is a large white one with a board attached to the top. "Hospital" is what is painted on it. Inside, the first Imnsvale citizen from Phyrric is being delivered. What a day this has become.

Shierei heads down the hill into the new town, carrying her pack with her.
"Knives! Hammers! Nails! Cheap!"

She wakes up and rolls out of her sleeping bag. Unzipping the tent let in some fresh air that was sorely absent in the city. She decided to spend the day surveying the area for suitable lumber. After driving for a time, she comes across the new town.

What...the...

She stands in awe at the new town that sprung up.

What the fuck is the point in moving out here just to recreate another city? Bloody fools.

She drives away, stewing in disgust, back to camp to light a fire for the night.

Times do change quick in this new day and age of homesteading thought Mr Harrison as he is driving the Caterpiller.

All the men had arisen early the next morning, some hung over from the prior nights drinking, but there is much work to be done. The raod is being used today as truck after truck is delivering supplies, building materials, and machinery to different sites where farm houses, elevators, shops, restaurants, homes, schools, and the like of building will be erected soon.

"We need a ditch digger over on Mr Grene's lot, the boarder on those to acres is not clearly defined and the new landowners wish to settle the dispute by digging a ditch." states the newly elected Mayor and Justice of the Peace. "The city hall is going to be right here (unfolding a survey of the land) and acroos from that, we need to place the courthouse (drawing an X on the paper)...do we have a drill yet? We need to get the water tower up so we can start laying the piping for the city water and waste dept."

"It should be here by noon, the pipes are here now (pointing to the truck that the old scruffy man is now driving)." as an aid points this out to the Mayor.

Mr Harrisons daughter is quite amazed by the hustle and bustle that is happening so early in the morning. "Mom, is this what life was like when grandma came over to Phyrric?"

"No, life was much slower and simpler then, but much harder. Her and grandpa did some serious back breaking work back then. they had to cut and saw their own wood, plow the land by hand, and make everything they had from what was around them. We have the benefit of transportation, civilization and Phyrrican Express." as she holds out that blue card with a smile on her face.

"When are we going to get our own house mommy?"

"Soon honey, the whole town is working on getting everyone up and going. All our lands are being developed and built now, we should be in our own home and living good by the months end, but for now, this tent is home."

"I want to go back."

"We will someday honey to go visit our families that we left behind, but in the meantime, we need to get our store ready to go. The farmers that came here will be needing goods for their families too. Do you want to help mommy go to the chuckwagon and get some sugar for some cakes tonight and make them with me?"

Jumping up and down "Yes yes yes"

Shierei heads down the hill into the new town, carrying her pack with her.
"Knives! Hammers! Nails! Cheap!"

Those goods are unloaded swiftly in the new town of Phyrricopolis

Shierei stood on the outskirts of town, her pack now full of Phyrrican coin and valuable trinkets. She surveyed the lake and thought, "Hmm...the river flows east...if there are any other settlements in this new land, they'd most likely be along this river." Before setting out, she went back into the new town to try to find a canoe for her voyage.

OOC: Sorry for the major delay.
IC:

She unlocked the padlock on her tent and forcefully unzipped it, only to fall in and slowly zip it closed.

Why would you build a city? The whole point of this is to get away from the horrors of such a place.

After undressing, she curled up in her cherry-red mummy bag, only to fall asleep, anger melting away.

Ka-bump.

(You know, it still is open... If anyone else wants to join...)

Matt Danvile applied for 180 acres to 'start and create' a working dairy farm and creamery. He had worked for years in some of the more estabilshed chesse making facilites on Hubris. The only problem was that he had spent the night he recived his land grant drinking. The real Matt Danvile never left Hubris, his broken body was lying at the bottom of an abandoned mine shaft the next morning.

The 'New' Matt Danville didn't know anything about a cow other than it went moo and you got milk from it. Of course he was more intrested in leaving for the new frontiers of anywhere than hanging around a nation where almost everyone seemed to be carrying a gun but himself.

In the end Matt Danville arrived at his new home with an odd assortment of dairy cows he knew nothing about, a few pots and pans, some equipment he hadn't even heard of before, a desire for a stiff drink, almost 200,000 Kr in stolen cash, and a penchant for petty crime.

Rolling over in her sleeping bag, Ariadne woke up and unzipped her sleeping bag. Unzipping the tent, she crawled out.

"What a glorious day!"

She set to work, attempting to dig a foundation for her new home.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead and brushing the hair out of her eyes, she admired her work. A foundation for a rock-solid home, almost a third done. All that labor gave her time to think.

I suppose if they want to build a town, I shouldn't be able to stop them. After all, things may have been different where they came from.

Starting the Jeep with a grumble, she drove off to a nearby lake to wash away the days sweat and dirt. She bathed in what she thought was the most picturesque stream imaginable. Feeling much fresher, she decided to drive off and see the town in the evening.

Maybe I can get some help.

OOC: Where is everyone? :?
IC:
Danvile went 'strait' for about two weeks. He started off by finding that the property he bought was a parcel which was in a long, canyon with a small river wandering across the bottom and a great deal of well watered bottom land. There were a few cottonwood trees along the creek and the sides of the canyoun were high but covered in some sort of pine.

Matt's first task was to deal with securing the cows. He found that 'he' had bought a large amount of barb wire. After a few failed attempts the young man found that winding the strands along some trees from one rock outcrop to the next provied at least a southern bounds for the cows. Who had gotten into wandering about the grass lands....

After completeing a northern fence in a similar manner, the young man decided to round up his herd. Three appeared to have fallen prey to some local varmit. An another one had found a cave.

The cave wasn't really on Matt's land, but then no one seemed to want the rocky hill land around him at the moment. It was about six feet high and eighteen feet long, like a large gash. It stood on a high bank above a small creek that ran down a rocky path back to Matt's land. In some respects the location was a perfect shelter...and a perfect hideout....

OOC: I wish I knew.
IC:

The town in the evening looked marvelous. Candlelit windows, some flowers here and there.

I guess I was wrong. This might be a nice place after all.

She chatted for a little while with the residents, not able to cull much information from them. There was, however, going to be a celebration in three days.

OOC: S**t, I forgot all about this. I will reread the postings and recollect my thoughts and post today.

The town has been bustling with activity for several weeks now and it seems to be mushrooming. The first elections will be held this Monday for the Mayor. A town meeting is being held in the newly erected Catholic Church that sits on the corner of Allen and 1st.

Mr Harrison stand up, addresses his fellow citizens. "The problem of population growth is getting out of hand. We need some ordinances in this town and need them now."

"I agree with Mr Harrison", states Mr Grene, who ownes a large farm that boarders Phyrricopolis. "The co-op is nearing capacity and either we need funds to construct another or we need to start taxing or something to curve this growth. hell, Wal-mart has even been snooping around and that is bad news for us small time business owners."

Outside, a paratransit van pulls up to the curb and drops off a grey bearded man, it is now recognized as Dr marshall, he was the one with the hog. He makes his way into the Church, addresses a few fellow citizens and takes a seat.

"What would our Dr have to say about all this?" motions a pregnant woman.

He pulls himself up and stabilizes himself up against a pew. "Growth is never a bad thing as I have bore witness to the birth of many of your children and now you wish to prohibit the growth and opportunities of others?"

Mr Grene interrupts politely, "It is not that we wish to prohibit the opportunity, it is just that we wish to avoid that which most of us had fled from Phyrric. You should remember that it takes an ambulance over 10 minutes to respond to a call just because of traffic alone."

"Traffic was a problem, accidents do happen" the Dr responds to the interuption, " but we have a unique opportunity here to configure our town into a formation and planning that will prohibit some of the zoning laws that made cities crowded in Phyrric. I do remember walking in the shade for a few blocks, not because of trees, but the buildings. If we spread out or residential areas, limit the height of buildings, it will be just fine. We do not need a skyscraper 140 stories high like what is needed in Corcyra."

"Skyscrapers will never be an issue here" says a gentleman from the front of the room. "I propose we issue an addendum to the Charter and prohib buildings over 5 stories, building material and style will be uniform, and multi unit dwellings cannot be within 6 blocks of eachother."

"This is all fine and dandy and it seems we are already preparing for large growth, but it this what we really want, right now the issue is Wal-Mart. Let us deal with this first." asks Mr Harrison.

"You have a personal vested interest in blocking Wal-Mart, do you not Mr Harrison? Either way, I see everyone's point of view. I motion to Nay the proposal by Wal-Mart, all in favor?" suggests the Deacon.

"Aye""Nay"

"The nays have it, Wal-Mart will not be building here, not today anyways."

and the chatter continues on into the night

OOC: Since there are several major problems with emigration from Tsaraine, this is a family from Ekatori. Ekatori is a state on Tsaraine's borders, between the Obsidian Wastes and the Sea of Storms.

Harul Hsu turned the map around again, struggling to relate the printed lines to the land around them, to locate the landforms indicated by the Imnsvalese words he could not read.

Grant 23, between those hills and that bend of the river; that was the land. Their land, as the Hsu ridings back in the Mother Country were no longer.

With his knees he eased his horse back into a walk; the animal was tired, having been ridden all the way from the port. The sea voyage from Rakenno had been no pleasure trip for the horses either, or for his wife Tora; shipping through the Sea of Storms never was, according to the sailors Harul had spoken to.

Tora had not weathered that voyage well either; none of them had seen the sea before, and it had disagreed with her. The Hsu ridings had been in the west, away from the coast.

"This is it," he told them, waving about. "We must remember to thank Cousin Terin in our devotions, for without him we would not be here."

Harul's cousin Terin Hsu might not appreciate the sentiment - he was an apostate, and lax in his devotions to Ruki Aestrakhor - but he was one of the richest men in Ekatori, and had assisted them financially. Clans still held together, despite all the changes the Rega made.

"It is very small," Tora said doubtfully. "Not a proper riding at all."

They spoke Ekatorik, of course - more precisely the Westron dialect, which was sprinkled with Sche'dayach and Sekhel words in the same way that Westron blood was sprinkled with Sche'dayach and Tsach.

"This land is not like the land of our ancestors," Harul agreed. "But there is no Rega to take it away from us, either."

They went down onto the grassy meadows of the river's bend - Harul, Tora, his daughter Rya, son Dorak, and baby Felan.

"Look at the trees!" Dorak exclaimed, and indeed there were trees, many more than one would see back in the Mother Country; long droopy ones by the river, and tall pines on the hills.

Harul was happy, despite the small size of the new riding; here, as he had told Tora, there was no Rega to rule them from afar, and no rival clans to steal Hsu's horses or weapons or women. The plants would grow well in this moist, soft land.

"We should build here, away from the river," he decided, "And thus we shall not be troubled by floods - etok ksa Ruki." God have mercy. "I shall ride the bounds of this riding, and look for suitable trees with which to build, for I think there shall not be good stone, in this place."

He handed down the killing-gun - an AK-47, as were most such weapons in the Clans, aside from that of Clan Ra, the Rega's Clan - to Dorak.

"Guard the camp," he told his son, "For it is our camp and the outlanders must know that. But do not shoot unless there is a danger, mind! Dead men make Clan feuds."

Dorak's face lit up in a smile at that man's duty - at thirteen he was still two years from adulthood, but beginning to chafe at the restrictions of boyhood. Tora and Rya had their own killing-guns, of course, and were proficient with them as all Clanspeople must be, but giving the duty to Dorak would please the boy.

It was a pity that Dorak, with his withered left arm (a gift of the fell winds blowing from the Wastes to the West) would never be able to use the weapon properly, from horseback, but nobody of the Clans could argue with the mysterious Tsarainech and the irradiated wastelands they had created.

With that settled, Harul wheeled his horse around with a knee, and moved away towards the hills, map in hand. Should trouble strike him he still had the hunting-gun; though it's purpose was hunting game, it could be used for hunting men, should that be neccesary.

OOC: It'd be helpful to have a description of the climate/landscape, Imnsvale. More info on the Ekatorik and Ekatori;

Ekatori is very dry and flat. Hot in summer, cold in winter, with poor soil; it's people have primarily a pastoral lifestyle, divided into almost a thousand Clans, who are almost universally belligerent. The Clan culture has been breaking down, however, since Qosin Ra, the Rega, rose to the top of the perpetual civil war and established Ekatori as a nation some thirty years ago.

Today Ekatori has the fastest growing economy of any Border State, and industrialism is well underway in the cities, especially the capital of Rakenno.

This Clan, Hsu, has had their lands taken by the Ra-dominated government, and have either been forced into the cities or emigrated. Harul's family chose the latter option.

Since the industrialisation of Tsaraine four hundred years ago and the end of the pastoral culture there, the inland Ekatorik have been the self-proclaimed greatest horsemen in the world. They're predominantly Rukine, a faith which has largely died out in it's homeland of Tsaraine, although it's more relaxed in the cities.

Linguistically, Ekatorik is related to Sche'dayach, the tongue of Tsaraine's largest underclass; the Westron dialect of Ekatorik has many Sche'dayach words, or Sekhel words from the Tsach, the conquerors of the Sche'dayach.

The peoples are mixed genetically too, and the resultant people are usually pleasing to the eye. They somewhat resemble Nepalese.

You won't find Ekatori in NationStates, despite it's geopolitical presence on Tsaraine's borders; I don't have the time to RP the dozen or so nations I'd need if I were to do all the Border States.

Danville was trying to coax a cow out of a pond. The pond was located at the top of a mesa, a beutiful medow filled most of the top, with the edges covered in trees. It was, after a fasion a perfect location for a farmstead. Matt had found that the survey line actually ran down the side of the medow. He wasn't sure if anyone owned the ajoining parcel. But then he really was becoming tired of attempting to actually start a dairy farm.

OOC: This location exists in the southwest U.S. It was the last hold out in a very nasty range war.

OOC: Sorry for being away for a week. Real life is a drag sometimes. :) By the way, is it okay for the festival to still be held in your town, Phyrric? It would be chronologically before your post, but it shouldn't matter much. If that's okay, good. I'll wait on it before making a post if you have a better plan.

OOC: Tsaraine, Imnsvale is a rather forested island, with patches of desert scattered around. Mostly coniferous, evergreen trees, but there are orchards of deciduous trees. It is moderately hot in the summer, pretty cold in the winter. highest it ever gets is around 90-100°F (32.2-37.7°C) in the more inland regions. And then it gets cold, around freezing. Feel free to make up details to fit what you would like. I am very flexible.

OOC: Sorry for being away for a week. Real life is a drag sometimes. :) By the way, is it okay for the festival to still be held in your town, Phyrric? It would be chronologically before your post, but it shouldn't matter much. If that's okay, good. I'll wait on it before making a post if you have a better plan.

cool with me, will make another post on monday, as for now, it is SB weekend and watch Carolina upset New England (hopefully, I hate the pats)

The small family of Artek Landtiller finally recieved their land deed.

"A generous nation, Imnsvale... giving away such large plots of land..."

Artek thought excitedly as his clawed hands held the stationary-printed letter. Artek had always wanted a place with open land, as opposed to the cramped confines of the Black Marsh... he had applied some months back for a few acres, but was pleasantly surprised when he discovered that he had ten. His wife had already packed their few belongings, and the pair left for the rolling plains of Imnsvale.

Artek was unusual for an Argonian. For one thing, he his mate was a female Dark Argonian, an unsual union in Argonian culture. He also had an affinity for technological devices.

The Landtiller family arrived at their ten acre plot, and Artek quickly began to cobble together a ramshackle hut for the night.

"Look at it! Look at how the hills roll, how the open the land is... this is beautiful country, simply beautiful..."

Artek's wife, Teltina, shook her head in amusement at her husband's excitement.

'Like a child with a new plaything... I will agree, though. This land is beautiful and open. There is plenty of room for hatchlings...'

Then a thought came to her: There where no others of their kind for many hundreds of miles... perhaps she could convince Artek to send word to a few of his friends...

"Pardon my interruption of your open-mouthed drooling, but we are the only members of our kind for many, many miles. I already feel lonely... write to Arakesh, and tell him that this is good land, wild so that he may tame it."

Artek pondered this idea, finally writing a letter to his friend, attatching the letter to the foot of a messenger bird... In the meantime, Teltina had laid out their dinner, next to the few farming tools they would need for their new life: A hoe, a pick axe, an axe, a shovel, and an old-style Winchester rifle, which had been a relic in the collection of Teltina's father, but she had seen more useful uses for it than simple decoration...

Harul returned from his riding to find that Tora and Rya had erected the erat, the large tent, in the middle of the meadow. Here they would live, until they could construct a home; it was no hardship to do so, to live as the Ekatorik had lived for thousands of years.

He dismounted, and went about the routine of unsaddling his horse. There was no need to secure the beast; with good grazing so near, it would not go far.

Entering the erat, Harul was pleased to see the little family shrine, dismantled and carried all this way from the Mother Country, reassembled in pride of place opposite the entrance. He said a short prayer for luck in this new land, before assisting his wife and daughter in unpacking the family's belongings. Dorak and even little Felan helped too, to the best of their abilities.

OOC: OK, if anyone wants to stop by the Hsu family, feel free...

Ariadne set off for town, a spring in her step and a song in her head. The festival was tonight. Messengers has been sent off for miles around to try and find as many people as possible. An empty area on the outskirts of the new town was flanked by oil torches burning rather brightly for the afternoon. This festival was to celebrate the new town and for people who might not know about the town, to let them know that it was there. For people like Ariadne, it was to help people meet each other. Various people from the town were setting up tables and filling those tables with foodstuffs and other delights.

She walked up to the area just as the sun was about to dip below the mountains. She would have to stay the night in town. However, she hoped the festival might last that long. By the looks of things, it just might.

"Ooh, that smells delectable," she remarked, eyeing a roasting turkey.


OOC: The messengers mean anyone can come.

Rya and Harul Hsu rode into the foreigner's town with the gathering night. They were alone; Tora had resolutely declared that such a gathering of outland heathens was "not for good Rukines", and of course Dorak and Felan were too young to come.

Rya, however, had begged to be allowed to go, despite her poor knowledge of the Phyrric language (OOC: Phyrrician, I assume? Or is it English?), and thus Harul had to go also, to safeguard his daughter's virtue. Not that Rya, armed with kaiu blades and killing-gun, wouldn't be safe enough on her own from these soft cityfolk ... but one never knew, after all, and there were appearances to mantain. No decent Rukine would allow his daughter to attend such a gathering unescorted.

They found a convenient rail at which to hitch their horses - clearly someone in this town knew the needs of horsefolk. Leaving good Hsu stock around bothered Harul somewhat, but this was, after all, not the Mother Country, where a half-dozen other Clans might be willing to steal the beasts.

Thus reasonably assured of their ride home, Harul and his daughter entered the brightly lit area. In the long split khaki coats of Ekatorik riders, armed with guns and blades, they certainly didn't resemble the locals.

Fireworks light the sky and a hot air balloon lifts from the City Centre. The illumination is free advertisement that the festival has officially kicked off. On the side of the balloon reads: Mr Grene Farmers Market

A parade starts down Main Street and it is now realized that the fireworks are coming from the lead firetruck. In the middle of the Gazeebo stands the Mayor, gathered by kids jumping up and down for the candy that is being tossed by the people in the Gazeebo and from the floats in the parade.

There is activity throughout the city, shops have been opne way past their normal operating hours and goods are bought and sold every minute it seems. The Farmers Market is located at the end of the parade where many people are gathered to buy fresh produce, equipment, home made goods, crafts, arts, and most importantly, freshly cooked food made the good old fasion way, over an open pit.

A swarm of people start to migrate toward the center of the market, a cooked pig has just been lifted out of the hot ground. Apparently, this pork has been roasting all weekend and the aroma radiates throughout town. The feast is on!

Artek's letter reached his childhood-friend late the next day. The following morning, Arakesh Quickclaw and his two mates, Narvina and Letila arrived, bringing with them more of the same implements that Artek had. Arakesh himself was armed a bit differently, with a longbow, katana, and knife as opposed to Teltina's Winchester.

After some considerable debate, Arakesh and Artek concluded to burrow into a nearby hillside, making their homestead underground. Artek's plot of land lacked sufficient lumber for a cabin. The two males set to work, while Teltina and Arakesh's mates sat in front of Artek's ramshackle hut. The two Argonian females talked among themselves, paying little attention to Teltina.

Teltina was fond of Arakesh, he was more rugged than the average villager, making him unusual in his designation as the eldest of the Quickclaw clan. Arakesh had chosen the trade of hunter, and was used to hardships like lack of food and housing. His mates, however, where not of such hardy stock. They where used to the safe and cozy Elder Family compounds where they had little contact with the harsh reality of the Black Marsh. Teltina ignored the cold-shoulder treatment, instead taking up a shovel and assisting her mate and Arakesh with their digging, something Narvina and Letila seemed to greatly disapprove of. That fact seemed only to spur Teltina on...

OOC: Damn forum ate my other post...

Ariadne walked up to the main part of the festivals. Addressing a random Phyrrician citizen, she asks tenderly,

"I'm sorry, Do you speak English?"

OOC Sorry for the terseness. I just can't come up with much at the moment.

After a few days of digging, the main portion of the house had been dug out and the two families had relocated inside. In need of various supplies, Arakesh decided to set out for a more established settlement to possibly trade for some...

OOC: Where is this festival being held?

OOC: If people are still interested, I'd like to keep going. I apologize for my time absent. And Wandering Argonians, its in Phyrric's town.

OOC: I would be glad to continue, and will do so as soon as my ISP will co-operate to a greater degree than it is currently doing.

OOC: I would be glad to continue, and will do so as soon as my ISP will co-operate to a greater degree than it is currently doing.

[OOC: Anyone else?]

OOC: All my attempts to Rp my character 'against' or 'with' someone have failed so... :(

OOC: Hello?

The monks sat in the courtyard, after being called again. "This is most interesting." said Ganasja. "I suggest we set up a monastary there. It should be most enlightening to the people of that area." "I digress. We have just revealed ourself to the world, against my objections and vote, today! We have no idea whether the world will react with an open mind, or with a closed fist." said Agahawa. "We can counter a closed fist with our martial arts discipline, Brother Agahawa. While it is a risk, I, like Brother Ganasja, believe it is one worth taking." said Panarag. "Yes, if we may get more people to become followers of the Northeast path, and to avoid the Southwest path, then I believe it is worth it." said Hanai. "People have followed the Southwest path for a long time. They will shove the southwest path into the northeast one at this proposed monastary and lead to trouble." said Ganasja. His calls were echoed by a few others. "That is why we have order, serenity, and strength on the path of the Northeast." said Ganasja. "To protect us from the path of the Southwest." His calls were echoed by a few others.

The debate went on for quite a long time. Objections were also raised over the cost of building this monastary, of hauling the proper rocks from the quarry from which the monastary they were in now were built. Eventually, a vote was had.

"As is my duty as High Monk, I have counted. The votes have resulted in a passage of establishing a second monastary. Son Panarag, I see no better monk to become the High Monk of this new monastary. There are thirty-nine monks here. Take eight of them, plus yourself to this new monastary. We can, perhaps, move the proper rocks to a site out in the woods, and have outsiders move them from their to the building site. This keeps the location of our quarry a secret, while still letting the vote be implemented. What do you think of my proposal, fellow monks?" said Safanaj.

A vote was held.

"As is my duty as High Monk, I have counted. The measure has passed. We are honored by the democracy we have exercised here tonight. I will send out a request for land. You, fellow Father Panarag, and the nine you select, will leave at first dawn. Prepare yourselves. The rest of us must get sleep."

Safanaj walked to the thinking machine room (computer room) and sent the message below:

We would like a plot of the maximum amount of land on which to build a monastary. We are willing to abide by the rule you set out, of improving it for at least seven years. We hope for this monastary to last long, as this one has.

We would love to have you. If you truly want to, I'm sure we can grant 180 acres per monk, in a contiguous 1620 acres. Would you be wishing for the free transport or do you have your own arrangements?

OOC: I am glad to see that this wonderful thread is still in operation.

I call some land! I will use it for my military base and work camps!

*IC*

The Apache UH-64 attack helicopters carried the HUMVEES over the new found land to quickly set up base. Approxamately 2 RL hours from how the base will be fully operational and a fighter air wing and battlegroup will be stationed there.

I call some land! I will use it for my military base and work camps!

*IC*

The Apache UH-64 attack helicopters carried the HUMVEES over the new found land to quickly set up base. Approxamately 2 RL hours from how the base will be fully operational and a fighter air wing and battlegroup will be stationed there.

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Jolt-bump to continue and get new people.