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General Off Topic / Refugee Crisis (Survey)
« on: April 25, 2016, 05:30:57 pm »
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... and all the other things floating around out there / Dirty Bomb
« on: July 27, 2015, 07:48:02 pm »"Dirty Bomb takes first person shooters back to their purest roots in a fast-paced team game that will challenge even the most competent players. This game won’t hold your hand, in fact it is more likely to kick your teeth in. With no controller support or aim assist, all that lies between you and certain death is player skill and reaction. Work together or die alone in the most challenging team-based FPS.
In the near future, London stands abandoned, a dilapidated shell of its former self. After a mysterious disaster, the international Crisis and Disaster Agency stepped in to clean up the mess and decontaminate the city. They failed... badly.
Now the streets of London are the playground of Private Military Companies (PMCs) who battle to control what remains of the city’s riches. After all, what’s a little radiation sickness when there’s money to be made?
Say goodbye to London, say hello to the Merc Capital of the World."
Theres a few of us who play this, it's a good laugh and good fun plus FTP. It's a little slow to begin with as it takes a little time to get used to everything but at the moment i'm really enjoying it.
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General Off Topic / Quick Survey for uni work
« on: February 05, 2015, 05:04:23 pm »
Hey guys,
So this year i've had to start working around my dissertation topic and have been pointed towards the subject of corruption. If possible could you fill out this quick 10 question survey (wont take more than a couple of mins), it's a great help if you can as it starts me off on basic perceptions of the subject.
Cheers in advance guys, heres the link;
https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/RCMNHMH?fb_ref=Default
So this year i've had to start working around my dissertation topic and have been pointed towards the subject of corruption. If possible could you fill out this quick 10 question survey (wont take more than a couple of mins), it's a great help if you can as it starts me off on basic perceptions of the subject.
Cheers in advance guys, heres the link;
https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/RCMNHMH?fb_ref=Default
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General Off Topic / Look Up (Vid)
« on: May 04, 2014, 03:06:15 pm »
Thought this was quite clever:
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General Off Topic / Rick Astley reborn
« on: March 25, 2014, 05:10:19 pm »Popped up on my facebook feed, then nostalgia got me :lol:
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Closed Requests / [Ban] Kapikulu_Bohannon
« on: December 20, 2013, 03:25:38 pm »
1. Name of your character involved
Fou_Car_Gallois
2. Name of offending character(s)
Kapikulu_Bohannon
3. Time and server, as accurately as possible
EU_3, 2:30 GMT
4. Written description of what happened, the whole story. Also what happened before and after.
My strategus battle was meant to be an xp battle, however it didn't go to plan, after around an hour of playtime everyone was rushing and we capped their flags. Upon doing this Bohannon polls to ban me which goes through leading to me being banned from my own strat battle.
6. Multiple Screenshots
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7. Names of players who witnessed what happened.**
Osiris, Tony, Kasigi, Arn etc
Fou_Car_Gallois
2. Name of offending character(s)
Kapikulu_Bohannon
3. Time and server, as accurately as possible
EU_3, 2:30 GMT
4. Written description of what happened, the whole story. Also what happened before and after.
My strategus battle was meant to be an xp battle, however it didn't go to plan, after around an hour of playtime everyone was rushing and we capped their flags. Upon doing this Bohannon polls to ban me which goes through leading to me being banned from my own strat battle.
6. Multiple Screenshots
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7. Names of players who witnessed what happened.**
Osiris, Tony, Kasigi, Arn etc
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Mercenary Recruitment / Blackfists Mercs Needed
« on: December 20, 2013, 01:37:07 pm »
http://c-rpg.net/?page=strategusbattlesupcoming#!?page=strategusinfobattledetail&id=6191
Anyone is welcome to join this battle, it's mainly for exp and wasting equipment and troops before sunday. So sign up and come fight in a siege, should be a laugh and exp should be high. Oh and you get to abuse Pandemona all battle!
Anyone is welcome to join this battle, it's mainly for exp and wasting equipment and troops before sunday. So sign up and come fight in a siege, should be a laugh and exp should be high. Oh and you get to abuse Pandemona all battle!
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Diplomacy / The Independent State of Alburqia
« on: September 26, 2013, 12:24:00 am »
Midday. The sun-dappled undergrowth that littered the forest floor of the Jayek Woods bustled with activity as columns of soldiers marched through the foliage, passing ancient oaks and the odd sapling bursting with its first growth, the green buds a stark contrast to the pale trunk. Normally the forest that covered the surrounding countryside which bordered the sleepy village of Jayek was a peaceful area, yet dangerous times often bear witness to strange tidings. But to the villagers of Jayek large bodies of men were not much of a surprise due to the ongoing conflict which to us now is known as the Apostatian Conflict. This war had lasted several years with the Apostates, an old sect of warriors both young and old whom had received the worst of the fighting. Villages, castles and even cities had been conquered, their people 'liberated' as the Apostates were slowly beaten back towards the South. Yet two strongholds in the North still stayed intact, their surrounding lands littered with the dead of past sieges. Corpses were left to decompose in the heat of summer, ravens and crows darkened the sky as they feasted upon the dead, their squawks of protest echoing loudly throughout the valley as their sharp beaks tore into the cold flesh of the dead. Once more however the villagers feared for their lives, already columns of men and women, children and the elderly were fleeing towards the safety of Alburq Castle, burdened with what valuables they could carry, they fled South to the safety of those wooden walls. A bastion still standing proud in defiance to those that willed its inhabitants harm.
Now pouring onto the grassland that broke the line of trees the columns of soldiers continued their march south, passing Jayek with little interest, only a few glancing curiously towards the villagers of Jayek streaming southwards, wondering what they were doing. A handful of peasants however were no concern to a fully armoured and armed man. At the head of the column marched a tall dark haired soldier whom was obviously the leader of this party. He stood around average height with thick set muscle with prominent broad shoulders, he had a thick beard that was carefully trimmed which highlighted his jaw, a jagged scar run under his left eye giving it a slight droop, his brow was creased from consistent frowning and anger at the rest of the World, especially the Apostates, he was a man that possessed a short temperament, he could be an utterly heartless bastard. However he was a skilled tactician and thus had earned his men’s respect, allowing him to climb the ranks and in a short space of time become the leader of House Wolf. He led his men cautiously, always scanning the surrounding countryside for any sign of his foe, any glint on a helmet, a sudden burst of startled sparrows spiralling into the sky chattering their protest at being disturbed, or the unmistakable cloud of dust that signalled a troop of men. It was these dangers he was alerted for, any sign, any misgiving and he would be ready.
Or in this case...a brassy note. Calling a halt he strained his ears cupping his hands around each one to catch what he had just heard. Silence. No. Once again a brassy note tore the silence, bursting forth before retreating into nothingness. Again the note sounded, only briefly but it was unmistakable. They were under attack, and their position was precarious. They stood at the base of a hill, off to their left lay Jayek, too far to reach. Behind them lay the Jayek Woods. If they reached there it would slow their progress and they would surely be caught. No. He would have to fight. Shouting his orders at his deputies he formed his men into battle line, bringing forward what little protection he had. Shield-brothers stood together, their shields overlapping, crouching behind them to cover themselves as best as possible. Behind them stood the heavy armoured troops each with a varying weapon, some carried giant battle axes whereas others preferred great two handed swords. In front of his shielders he deployed a screen of crossbowmen and archers that would fire and fall back as the enemy advanced. He chastised himself for not bringing any mounted men, an amateurish mistake. Now he would stand, fight and die if need be.
For upon the brow of the hill shapes began to emerge as their enemy took shape. The commander shivered as he spotted the feared longbowmen of the Apostatian Army, their broad shoulders giving them away, also the long shafts that dangled in their hands. Yet the bows were not strung. Why he wondered, they had the height advantage; a shower of arrows could severely harm his troops, both in body and mind. A double line of shields now appeared upon the hill with a larger body of men clustered behind them. They advanced to the brow of the hill and stopped. Now they stood there, watching, waiting, not a sound burst from their lips. No taunts, no jibes and no jeers. Complete silence. A man shuffled next to the commander, cursing softly and praying for redemption. The bastards taunt us he said, they are our retribution.
A brassy note suddenly cut the tension, making several men jump with the suddenness of the noise. A white flag rose above the men on the hill, waving slightly in the breeze, another flag was raised, one the commander did not recognise. A lone figure started down the hill, a piece of parchment clutched in his hand. Telling his men to stay where they were the commander began to take tentative steps forward to meet the herald.
They met half way between the two forces, wordlessly the herald handed the commander the parchment. Tearing the wax seal he opened it and read aloud;
The commander re-read the letter, a third and a fourth time. He could not quite believe what he was reading, it seems the Lords of the Apostates were losing faith in their own leaders. His heart soaring with joy he read the terms that were enclosed and finding them acceptable sent them back with the herald. With a smile upon his face he turned back to his men, finally he saw an end to the War in the North. Finally there might be some peace. Glancing over his shoulder he laughed to himself. Today was a good day.
Today the beginning of the end had begun.
TL;DR
Now pouring onto the grassland that broke the line of trees the columns of soldiers continued their march south, passing Jayek with little interest, only a few glancing curiously towards the villagers of Jayek streaming southwards, wondering what they were doing. A handful of peasants however were no concern to a fully armoured and armed man. At the head of the column marched a tall dark haired soldier whom was obviously the leader of this party. He stood around average height with thick set muscle with prominent broad shoulders, he had a thick beard that was carefully trimmed which highlighted his jaw, a jagged scar run under his left eye giving it a slight droop, his brow was creased from consistent frowning and anger at the rest of the World, especially the Apostates, he was a man that possessed a short temperament, he could be an utterly heartless bastard. However he was a skilled tactician and thus had earned his men’s respect, allowing him to climb the ranks and in a short space of time become the leader of House Wolf. He led his men cautiously, always scanning the surrounding countryside for any sign of his foe, any glint on a helmet, a sudden burst of startled sparrows spiralling into the sky chattering their protest at being disturbed, or the unmistakable cloud of dust that signalled a troop of men. It was these dangers he was alerted for, any sign, any misgiving and he would be ready.
Or in this case...a brassy note. Calling a halt he strained his ears cupping his hands around each one to catch what he had just heard. Silence. No. Once again a brassy note tore the silence, bursting forth before retreating into nothingness. Again the note sounded, only briefly but it was unmistakable. They were under attack, and their position was precarious. They stood at the base of a hill, off to their left lay Jayek, too far to reach. Behind them lay the Jayek Woods. If they reached there it would slow their progress and they would surely be caught. No. He would have to fight. Shouting his orders at his deputies he formed his men into battle line, bringing forward what little protection he had. Shield-brothers stood together, their shields overlapping, crouching behind them to cover themselves as best as possible. Behind them stood the heavy armoured troops each with a varying weapon, some carried giant battle axes whereas others preferred great two handed swords. In front of his shielders he deployed a screen of crossbowmen and archers that would fire and fall back as the enemy advanced. He chastised himself for not bringing any mounted men, an amateurish mistake. Now he would stand, fight and die if need be.
For upon the brow of the hill shapes began to emerge as their enemy took shape. The commander shivered as he spotted the feared longbowmen of the Apostatian Army, their broad shoulders giving them away, also the long shafts that dangled in their hands. Yet the bows were not strung. Why he wondered, they had the height advantage; a shower of arrows could severely harm his troops, both in body and mind. A double line of shields now appeared upon the hill with a larger body of men clustered behind them. They advanced to the brow of the hill and stopped. Now they stood there, watching, waiting, not a sound burst from their lips. No taunts, no jibes and no jeers. Complete silence. A man shuffled next to the commander, cursing softly and praying for redemption. The bastards taunt us he said, they are our retribution.
A brassy note suddenly cut the tension, making several men jump with the suddenness of the noise. A white flag rose above the men on the hill, waving slightly in the breeze, another flag was raised, one the commander did not recognise. A lone figure started down the hill, a piece of parchment clutched in his hand. Telling his men to stay where they were the commander began to take tentative steps forward to meet the herald.
They met half way between the two forces, wordlessly the herald handed the commander the parchment. Tearing the wax seal he opened it and read aloud;
Dear Commander of House Wolf,
I am tired of fighting, my bones grow weary from the constant battles and skirmishes that we have fought against one another, my men have bled enough for this cursed land they give their lives to defend. I have witnessed too much death, I have held too many weeping widows as they collapse in my arms crying for their loved ones, no more will I watch fathers bury their sons. Once again I find myself asking why? Why do we fight this war for those who lead us back in Dhirim. Why do my men die whilst they live and feast in peace? The answer, there is none. They make us bleed so they can continue to live. I have defended this Northern Border against your hordes, my castle has held against you, time after time you have thrown yourselves against our walls, and time and time again you have been defeated. Do you not think now it is the time for peace? The North has been stripped bare, our wealth diminished due to this war. I am here today not to fight, but to come to terms for peace. If you accept then I will gladly walk from this field safe in knowing my people can begin to re-build. My terms are enclosed with this parchment.
Signed
SirCymro the Stalwart
Lord of Alburq Castle
I am tired of fighting, my bones grow weary from the constant battles and skirmishes that we have fought against one another, my men have bled enough for this cursed land they give their lives to defend. I have witnessed too much death, I have held too many weeping widows as they collapse in my arms crying for their loved ones, no more will I watch fathers bury their sons. Once again I find myself asking why? Why do we fight this war for those who lead us back in Dhirim. Why do my men die whilst they live and feast in peace? The answer, there is none. They make us bleed so they can continue to live. I have defended this Northern Border against your hordes, my castle has held against you, time after time you have thrown yourselves against our walls, and time and time again you have been defeated. Do you not think now it is the time for peace? The North has been stripped bare, our wealth diminished due to this war. I am here today not to fight, but to come to terms for peace. If you accept then I will gladly walk from this field safe in knowing my people can begin to re-build. My terms are enclosed with this parchment.
Signed
SirCymro the Stalwart
Lord of Alburq Castle
The commander re-read the letter, a third and a fourth time. He could not quite believe what he was reading, it seems the Lords of the Apostates were losing faith in their own leaders. His heart soaring with joy he read the terms that were enclosed and finding them acceptable sent them back with the herald. With a smile upon his face he turned back to his men, finally he saw an end to the War in the North. Finally there might be some peace. Glancing over his shoulder he laughed to himself. Today was a good day.
Today the beginning of the end had begun.
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General Discussion / Flying Buildings
« on: March 20, 2013, 10:55:36 pm »
It was mid-afternoon on a fine sunny spring day when the war horns sounded, the brassy notes reverberating through the peaceful valley where a ramshackle village was situated. This small collection of huts was a prosperous region with fertile soil for growing the endless supply that the frontline troops needed. The houses were built of solid stone that could withstand the most powerful catapult shots, it's small village walls were secretly reinforced with iron sheets to prevent any long-term damage. Once more the war horns sounded, the farmers stopped their work their heads turning towards the sound, wide eyed expressions of shock slowly being replaced by looks of fear as over the distant hills poured a vast army, mail shirts and steel helmets glittering in the sun, spear points gleaming and shimmering like a silver river slowly drawing closer.
Farmers dropped their ploughs and scythes, women dropped their rolling pins and stopped suckling their newborns, horses were saddled, armour was donned, weapons quickly met the brutal onslaught of the grindstone as the villagers rushed to greet the newcomers with blood and steel. In a short space of time villagers had been replaced by warriors, wives by warmaidens and the young shpearded away to the next village, not only were they defending their lives but their homes, their families and their livelihoods. With these thoughts swirling through the murky intelligence that these peasants inheirted their faces set in a sneer of grim determination as they watched their adversary build the catapult that they believed would shatter the defenders to pieces.
'Haha lookie ove' there me boys, look at them there bastards thinkin' that that lil wooden thin' can break oure walls boys, haha wha' stupid basterds.' Lifting his breeches the lone brave fool pissed in the direction of his enemy, 'this is wha' you be gettin' ya basterds, comey get some ya cunts.'
With a loud thwack the catapult launched a solid stone high into the air. Gaining altitiude and speed the stone raced towards the village where it finally smashed against one of the houses doing no noticeable damage....
'Ye basterds' that be my home 'dere, but ya canny do fuck all t-....'
The man was cut short by a sight that will remain with him for the remainder of his peasant days, which wont be long as he was soon fucked over and pissed on by all of his enemy, stupid idiot. For the enemy had a different plan up their sleeve, that stone in fact was some magical device that was able to move the houses themselves with all of it's occupants and belongings...
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Basically the catapult bugged out and ended up grabbing a house from the village where the attackers were able to use it as a mini fort, shoot from it, climb it, everything!
Farmers dropped their ploughs and scythes, women dropped their rolling pins and stopped suckling their newborns, horses were saddled, armour was donned, weapons quickly met the brutal onslaught of the grindstone as the villagers rushed to greet the newcomers with blood and steel. In a short space of time villagers had been replaced by warriors, wives by warmaidens and the young shpearded away to the next village, not only were they defending their lives but their homes, their families and their livelihoods. With these thoughts swirling through the murky intelligence that these peasants inheirted their faces set in a sneer of grim determination as they watched their adversary build the catapult that they believed would shatter the defenders to pieces.
'Haha lookie ove' there me boys, look at them there bastards thinkin' that that lil wooden thin' can break oure walls boys, haha wha' stupid basterds.' Lifting his breeches the lone brave fool pissed in the direction of his enemy, 'this is wha' you be gettin' ya basterds, comey get some ya cunts.'
With a loud thwack the catapult launched a solid stone high into the air. Gaining altitiude and speed the stone raced towards the village where it finally smashed against one of the houses doing no noticeable damage....
'Ye basterds' that be my home 'dere, but ya canny do fuck all t-....'
The man was cut short by a sight that will remain with him for the remainder of his peasant days, which wont be long as he was soon fucked over and pissed on by all of his enemy, stupid idiot. For the enemy had a different plan up their sleeve, that stone in fact was some magical device that was able to move the houses themselves with all of it's occupants and belongings...
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Basically the catapult bugged out and ended up grabbing a house from the village where the attackers were able to use it as a mini fort, shoot from it, climb it, everything!
Dear Lads,
presenting some Screenshots from the hilarious "Ghost Wall Battle" at Jamiche Castle today
first i saw a gap...(click to show/hide)
then i saw the wall...(click to show/hide)
and then i saw a completely wall defended siege tower...(click to show/hide)
and then this wall flipped around like in pinball or like a rollercoaster with people drivin' it...(click to show/hide)
After all this was the most funny Strategus Battle i ever took part and there should be more surprises by the developers like this
Have a nice evening guys,
Chris
p.s. in the end Dave got the feeling for the wall and drove it around the courtyard like a pro-tretris-player
