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2 hours and no post? I guess everyone is busy Greldonizing.
          
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Yep. Greldonizing. 
Hey LW!
  
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Hey Loth! I guess I'm doing my part to blow up stuff as well. 
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Just checking out the Jester's Corner. Love the "How to write more better".
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Got 2nd back again. Let's see how many hours I can hang onto it before Jaxom submits another game.
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I've got to try to get some sleep. Good night everyone.
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littlewotts walks into the Grog and finds it strangely quiet. Not wanting to disturb the peace, he steps carefully through the room to the bar, but alas, he trips, falls and goes BOOM!!
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Here is a rookie mistake for you. I'm preparing the ultimate Alpha strike. (In my mind any way) 3 civilizations in one strike. I move my constructors all into position. I have a massive bank roll. I build my Terror Stars. I go for my 1st system, and nothing. Everyones is a sleep(statsis?, sorry can't spell), I am out of range. You would figure if the constructor can move to the system then the terror star can strike. Not so apparently. Thank god at my level my good natured aliens allow me to build a few star basis so my Terror stars in thier every orbit can destroy them. So much to learn, so little brain. 
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You've still got it at the moment - you are the new number two.
Alex
(I am not a number, I am a free man!)
    
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Couple of points here ED.
Firstly, TS's are starbases so should "never" be out of range. There seems to be a bug that causes this behaviour. I think I've only noticed it in edge sectors. Just hit "turn" and it usually sorts itself out.
Secondly, at all levels you can park a TS right next to an AI planet for months on end without them ever asking your purpose. Add a cultural module to it though, and they'll be banging on your door demanding you hand it over. Hmmm... "We really do not like the idea of you trying to influence us, but don't mind if you wish to completely obliterate our system next month".
If that's incredible intelligence, I'd hate to meet the dumb ones!
 
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For anyone that hasn't seen it, Captain Jack posted a blinder of a reply to our friendly troll over at:  Link
Well worth reading.
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There's nothing like subtlety - and that was nothing like subtlety....
Alex
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#6719
by Veteran Terl - 4/6/2004 9:15:35 AM
Here is the next bit of my story I started a while ago. I also have added it to the thread in our private forums for those who need to catch up on it all....
Dorian sat at the small table in the Boar's Breath Tavern in the small hamlet of Thane, which lay but a day's ride south from the Great Forest. He sipped his ale quietly as he pondered his future as an adventurer. His head was filled with thoughts of glory and piles of treasure and, of course, the maidens that followed men with wealth. Dorian was smiling to himself at these thoughts and nearly jumped from his chair when the serving girl touched his arm.
"Will there be anything else?" she asked. "You been a-drinkin' on that one for some time now, it must be warm now."
Regaining his composure, Dorian looked at her and said, "No, nothing, thanks. I am down to my last few coins. Do you know of any jobs about this place? Maybe something where I could practice my swordsmanship?"
"You? With a sword?" The maid laughed out loud and, still giggling, said, "I think you'd be best talking to Tam at the bar. He's lookin' for a lad to help out 'round here." She was still laughing to herself as she walked back to the bar. Dorian watched her go and his face reddened as he saw her talking with Tam, the two of them laughing hard and glancing at him from time to time. They had little else to discuss as it was quite late in the night and Dorian was the only customer at this wee hour.
Outside the inn, in the blackness of the night, a shadowy, hooded figure appeared near the bushes just steps from the door of the inn. In seconds another appeared not far from the first. The figures moved quickly and quietly to the door and whispered briefly before entering the tavern. Dorian had bent down to rearrange items in his small pack in hopes of finding more coins so he could perhaps have a warm meal. He never heard the door open nor did he see the hooded figures move quickly into the room.
The hooded shapes were on top of Tam in but a wink. The maid screamed in surprise and turned to run. Tam yelled "Hey, you two..." before the gloved hands of the hooded man grasped him around the throat cutting off further speech.
"The boy, where is he?" the shrouded man hissed. The other figure had knocked the maid from her feet and had turned to survey the room. He saw Dorian in the corner and said, just as Tam had started to point, "there, he is there." The man holding Tam's throat tossed the barkeep hard against the back wall of the bar. Tam collapsed and the two figures moved towards Dorian, who was now fully aware of their presence.
"You, you are of the Nightwatch." Dorian stammered fumbling to ready his sword. "Light save me, you are going to die this night." Dorian was terror stricken, though he feigned bravery, for the Nightwatch was greatly feared throughout the land. They were born of Darkness himself and served him zealously. Dorian's sword was finally drawn and he waved it as he backed toward the door. The two hooded figures moved silently and with blinding speed as they suddenly seemed to be atop Dorian. His sword clattered to the floor as the two hooded figures slapped it free with their gloved hands.
"Alive," one of the shadows hissed. "The Master wants the boy alive."
Dorian turned to flee; utter terror filled him now but, as he turned the two grabbed his arms and held him tightly. "You will go with us. This can be done without pain but we shall do as we must so move!" The two hooded men dragged Dorian trough the doorway. Dorian struggled against their grasp and was struck soundly on the head with the haft of a large dagger. Dorian fell limp and became dead weight for the two escorts. The men stopped briefly on the steps of the inn with the light from the great room framing them in the still opened doorway.
Two men hid in the fringes of the woods facing the inn. Both had bows drawn and arrows notched. "I've the one on the left, Kelten," whispered one.
"Aye, then, I'll take the other, Orion." the other man whispered back.
The two hooded shapes started down the few steps of the inn when almost suddenly two arrows pierced the throats of each and they dropped to the ground. Dorian's limp body fell across the now dead kidnappers and he moaned softly as he started to awaken.
Kelten and Orion were with Dorian in a flash. "Come now, come with us. We are here to help you," said Kelten to Dorian. They lifted the boy and hurried to the woodline and the horses that awaited them.
Dorian looked at the two as they bustled him forward to the waiting horses. "But who, in the name of Light, are you," he asked groggily.
Orion looked at Kelten and said, "We must hurry. There may be more Nightwatch about this place. I hope the Lady Aljathea was right about this boy. He seems not to fit the signs we have been told about." To Dorian he muttered, "Shush lad, you're safe. We must make haste." The trio reached the waiting horses. Kelten mounted his and Orion lifted Dorian so he could ride with Kelten. Orion leaped upon his horse and the two spurred their mounts and sped off into the blackness.
Atop one of the trees sat a raven. The raven was suddenly gone and in its place sat an old woman. "So this is the lad you've chosen, m'lady? We shall see, we shall see. Were it not for your servants Kelten and Orion this boy would be no more, I fear. Yes, we shall see." The old woman stood on the branch and leaped. As she jumped, instantly the raven returned and flapped its way silently through the night skies as the men below urged their horses forward away from the inn and on to safety.
 
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Great story again Terl! Nicely intriguing. When's the next part?
Have you read David Gemmell at all, because it definitely has that sort of form?
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Check this FAQ for titles etc. I think you'd like his work. Link
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