the game has started
rules are as following: normal house rules in place.
no allied victory/alliances are allowed though

4 AI'S set to emperor/random tactics

Leaders are off

Exploration on

turn order is as follows:
Daeroman as elves: wellhiddendragon[at]yahoo[dot]com

Astro911 as orcs: matthewconnor21[at]gmail[dot]com

FRM_vicious as dwarves: vicious.aow[at]gmail[dot]com

Southern as darkelves: jianglongqua[at]gmail[dot]com

I think some people would prefer it if you changed those '@'s to ''[at]'' in your post, so that bots can't automatically detect those addresses and send them spam mail. Personalyl I don't mind since my spam filter seems plenty strong enough.

Elves under Lord Ciaran - Day 1 at River of Life

Devastating heat makes it hard to focus, but focus we must. River of Life might not be made of the woodland we love, but its importance as a trading route will lay a foundation to fund a thousand dreams -- and unlike most obedient Lords of the Keepers, Ciaran has those thousand dreams. Hailing from the long heritage of Elven nobility, Ciaran knows much of the glorious past and of the chaos of the present. With a great sacrifice and determined hearts, we will remind both Keepers and Cult of Storms, that past does not mean dead.

Turn Sent.

P.S. I forgot to run AoW1.exe as administrator to generate file into EmailOut folder, so I had to replay the turn. Result of the first turn was the same on 2nd time, but this maybe caused a ''restarted turn'' message.

day 1, keagh of the orcs
we see this land as a sign of war but see not the other faces fit. we hope they are ready for the mass of gore as this war will by it. go-larg ki-osk we are here to find the sacred lands that rightfully belong to us. we smell flesh bags already but decide to offer peace because today we wont gold to fuel us a massive feast

Turn Sent

Aidan of the Dwarves, Day 1

The riverlands seem full of buzz these days. Too much strange folk wandering in and about, to my liking.
Our expeditions to the north and east have yielded some promising veins. We will need to explore these in the next days to see if we may use them as a stable source of metal. There is no ward against strange folk as a good dwarven axe.

Dark Elves, Day 1

As ever, we Dark Elves must struggle for our place. Where the Elves make treaties and compromises that can only lead to dissolution in the end, we hold fast to the dream - restored Elven sovereignty. We have made a fine start capturing a village inhabited by Highmen, those self-appointed servants of Justice and Law. We shall bring both of those in time, but not in a flavour to their liking.

Elves under Lord Ciaran - Day 2 at River of Life

Upon arriving to the shores of the Grand River, we sigh of relief. The water glitters like a thousand emeralds and eagles circle in the cloudless sky. Gentle breeze and smell of salt soothes the soul.

Yet the enjoyment is broken upon a closer look. A wreck of Halfling merchant ship lies on the riverbank along with a bunch of rotting corpses. All Halflings, all unarmed and all stripped of coin. An evident failure that originates from the thought that those who do not provoke will be left alone -- a Keepers doctrine, but not Inioch's, and certainly not Lord Ciaran's. Pirates and all those who harbor them, will be once again ruled over and justice delivered according to ancient Elven law. Light and Shadow.

Turn Sent.

keagh of the orcs. day 2

gor-gsk-malkin these flash bags refuse to be peaceful. more meat for my belly than. also tonight we feasted on the corps of eleven children. losing only one swordsman. fear not we shall eat him as well

Turn Sent

Aidan of the Dwarves, Day 2

Head-prospector Albrecht ensured me the discovered veins will yield quality ore for the years to come. The first shafts are dug. Shaft 5 is looking especially promising. Alas a bunch of green skins has settled in the area. These brutes should be dealt with before they start getting in the way of our miners.

Dark Elves, Day 2

Scouts report more highmen, and some halflings, in the nearby towns. we shall have to lay low until we are ready to drive them out.

Elves under Lord Ciaran - Day 3 at River of Life

A shadow is cast upon yet another sunny day. A small figure riding a grayish old pony bearing the banner of dawning Sun rode to Lord Ciaran's palace garden while his Highness was inspecting the Swans. The Halfling rider in rags jumped down from the tired pony and began babbling in a high-pitched voice: "Hiya mi pointi-eer'd friend! Mi be brinnin' yer niuw ordirs from Uniitid Citiis..."

A moment of silence passed as Ciaran and his bodyguards stared at the ragged Halfling in deep distaste. The Halfling made uneasy laugh and cleared his throat as he unscrolled and started reading from the papyrus he had uncovered from his dusty cloak: "Ordirs from Halflin' King ov Uniitid Citiis: Elv's be to sign dociments ov' univication with Huumans, Azriic's, Halflin's an' Dwaarvs. Riivir ov Life is to be pacificatid quicklii, by givin' piraat bandits shiir ov thi treid an' allin' thim to hilp Cult ov Stirms to be biinish'd. Halfie ov' restiir'd treid rivinue is sint to King of Uniitid Citiis, to hilp in war iffort. Signatoris ov' Elv's, Huuman's, Azriikc's an' Dwaarv's be needid."

By now Ciaran was boiling with rage. By few quick steps forward and a strong slash with the back of his hand, the Halfling was sent on his back to the ground. Ciaran pulled his long sword and pointed it at the Halflings throat: "A peasant will address his betters as a Lord! And as for your beggar King, we owe him nothing, and thus, will give him nothing. First you scheme and play fair races against each other like lowest of Goblins, only to force the spoils to your own pockets with a pre-schemed treaty. Tell Julia that if she wishes me to lend a ear, she should send someone worth of hearing out."

Taken by shock and disbelief, the Halfling laid on the ground with his mouth open, absent words. Determined not to waste more of the beautiful day to this peasant, Ciaran nodded at his guards, who quickly seized the Halfling from his hands and forced him back on his pony. Slowly recovering from the shock, he made a turn on his saddle trying to say something, but a quick slap on Pony's thigh send him on his way at pleasant speed. One of the swans surfaced after a dive on the garden bond. Ciaran smiled with ease to this majestic creature.

Turn Sent.

Keagh of the orcs, day 3

or-sky la-mokla. pathetic days of wrenched keepers. we sit here slowly dying as they grow. who is to say who is good and bad when they do nothing for the lower races. we sit here feeding off of there bones for nothing we do makes us happy and fulfilled. we want peace they want eradication. we were visited by a lonely goblin needing food. although we were starving, we still helped him we what we could. so tell me. who is good and who is bad clooga-stoky

Turn Sent

Aidan of the Dwarves, Day 3

The boys need to get their act together. As these wattocks drove shaft 4 deeper into the mountains they almost hit up a blowhole. Am I employing a bunch of stinking goblins? Honestly, Albrecht did right to bash their heads together. But on the positive side, the detour we needed to dig opened an underground cave system. I will have a scouting party ready by noon to see if their may be anything of worth in there.

Dark Elves, Day 3

After the disastrous resurrection and second death of Inioch, we Dark Elves promised ourselves to leave off the black magic that had raised him, at least for a time. Here, we are led not by a Storm Lord wielding that baneful sorcery, but only by a Storm Priest. And what is the result; we can hardly manage to control the Highman village we conquered, and must even recruit some of them as archers, to serve under the watchful eyes of our own dark elf troops. If this was the price of rejecting necromancy, perhaps it was too high.

Elves under Lord Ciaran - Day 4 at River of Life

Delicious smell of a well cooked swan drowned in honey filled the air as Guard General enters the palace dining hall. Lord Ciaran is sitting at the end of his long table alone, calmly taking small mouthfuls of swan. Knowing Ciaran to be one of the more strict and disciplined lords he has ever served, the Guard General makes a salute before giving his report to Lord Ciaran from the doorstep: "Lord Sire, archer drilling for Order #101 is now complete. After running 10 simulations in practice, latest yielded the following results --" A moment of pause followed as Guard General produced a papyrus note from his cloak "-- 3 archers dead or maimed on the front, 4 injured on the flanks and no losses on the behind. The simulated enemy army is completely destroyed or captured..." Ciaran interrupted: "Destroyed, with no survivors." Guard Commander crossed the word over from his note. "Very good commander, and no cavalry managed to escape from the convoy in this simulation?" Guard General nodded, trying his best to hide unease, unsuccessfully. "Very good then. Come, have a seat and dine with me."

Lord Ciaran snapped his fingers and swarm of palace servants set the table stripping Guard General of choice. As he sat down, Lord Ciaran continued: "Voice your thoughts on the matter Guard Commander." To some, strict is perceived as cruel, but to a soldier like him, Lord Ciaran's leadership invoked respect and trust. "Lord Sire, your men will fall to whatever command Your Highness gives, but should you set us to ambush Keeper's army..." Guard Commander looked to Lord Ciaran to get hint if his worst fears had any ground. Ciaran nodded and completed the sentence: "...we will commit highest of treason against our Queen, and share common fate at the gallows. And yet still, we are Elves, sons and daughters of Elven Court. What better reason to fall than defending that birthright?" Guard General tried to hide his realized fear by quickly stuffing a large chunk of swan to his mouth -- his Lord seems to have lost his mind completely. Ciaran patted him on the shoulder, "These are only precautions, my loyal friend. Let us hope that they will never need to see daylight."

Turn Sent.