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 You know I actually proposed a synergy idea involving terrain want me to show you?

 *yes that would be cool.*

 okay first for coastal cities there would be a synergy once you have 5 settlements by the coast called Trade Baron that gives you plus two to high-class wealth. then in the mountains, once you have 5 settlements in the mountain regions you gain the synergy natural fortification which gives you plus two military power to all your settlements. then for the swamps once you have 5 settlements in the swamp you get agriculture developer which gives you minus one to population growth time to all your settlements this was my idea

 *this is cool, i like this. id also like to propose alliance benefits, like being able to gift one of your wealth classes to an ally. or donate soldiers/supplies/etc.*

 *Agreed we will have to expand on the terrain synergy's more 

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*anyways this is for everybody:*

Lady Bouclaire, along with her diplomats, has sent two dozen messengers carrying messages to every nearby land, inviting all people of status (leaders and any other important characters) to a ball at Lyrebird’s Landing-the centuries old, newly renovated castle in Old Caterinna, not only to celebrate the Caterinnian revolution, but also to formally meet with all of her neighboring factions. It is a peaceful event, and no organized troops will be allowed to approach the town of Old Caterinna. 

Des decides to go, too confused by all this alliance chaos. 

 He arrives at Lyrebird’s landing (described by me in my interaction with Baalz) and is greeted by a finely dressed servant, and is brought into the area right outside the keep of the castle, a newly planted garden where guests are mingling, all of them extravagantly dressed.

 (as mentioned above, the merfolk are coming.) Behind Des,the river rises up into an archway, and a female Merfolk clothed in robes stitched with precious metals and gemstones steps through, from seemingly nowhere. She holds up a sogy paper. "I believe I was invited too."

 This catches the eye of the Lauriers, the noble families of Caterinna, who all turn to look at the arrival of the merfolk. Among them, a woman dressed in black and gold, Lady Bouclaire, steps forward. “It is a pleasure to have you attend… I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet. You are?…”

 In a harsh accent, interspersed with clicks and other aquatic sounds, the Merfolk woman says "I am Margarite of the Shining Scales." *in my civilization, lower class people have names like thesee wile upperclass people have first and list names* "I do not believe you formally invited the peoples of Aquagloria. So, we invited ourselves." She spreads her arms, and the gold and jewls stitched into her shining robe shimmer and move like waves. "AS you can see, Aquagloria has riches more vast than you could imagine. We are an ancient race of Merfolk, who once ruled the seas. With the help of the Dry Landers, we believe we could do so once again. What I am proposing, here, is this. We send you a supply of gold and jewels, mined from below the seas, and you supply us with modern technology to upgrade our own with, as long with a pact that you all will respect the waters."

 She seems intrigued, a million thoughts behind her deep brown eyes. She takes a few steps towards Margarite. “My, my, how intriguing… i would enjoy discussing this further inside. It is a pleasure to be graced by your presence.” She says, her voice oozing with charisma as she gestures for the guests to start heading inside the keep of Lyrebird’s landing.

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 “It is a pleasure to have you attending the ball… I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet, and based on what I’ve heard of it… you must be the Madjai of Rhagoan, correct?”

(excuse my spelling of your faction, if I got it wrong, I didn’t have time to check it.)

 He nods. “That would be me. My name is Khassahn of Rhagoan. Thank you for your kind invitation.” Khass adjusts his cowl. “Your land is beautiful. The amount of food here is… nearly incomprehensible.”

 She chuckles slightly. “The Tsaritsa river gifts us what we need to harvest such bounty. I’ve heard from my ambassador that food is… quite scarce in Rhagoan, correct? But I have also heard that your land is wonderous, rich is it’s own resources and full of beauty… in it’s own way, I might say. Come, come, there is food and drink inside. We have music, too!” She chuckles, gesturing for him to follow her.

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 The Pontiff chuckles. "The corpses do not live. They, and I myself, are fungus, an infestation firing the rotten nerves and neurons, tugging the long-dead muscles... The Monarch Mold, children of the One Below All." It reaches out and pats a zombie on the head. "We were made to bring peace and joy to the world... a wonderful plane for the One Below to enjoy. Doesn't that sound beautiful? Men, mold, monsters... we are stronger together."

 They nod. “That does sound beautiful, though it must be difficult work. Your hospitality is something I will not forget. If you need anything of me, I am happy to oblige.” They say genuinely, as if unused to the kindness. “The lands out here are… so much more peaceful. Perhaps I should live out amongst the grasses.” The semi-saytr says longingly.

 "Simply put us on your map once you can, so you and your people may find us where we lie. That is all we ask in return. Now come, they expect you now. We do not get visitors often, and we celebrate them when we can." It lifts off the ground and turns toward the city, where more undead are preparing food for the stranger. "Come with me, children. We must get washed up." The zombies begrudgingly follow their lord.

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 She chuckles slightly. “The Tsaritsa river gifts us what we need to harvest such bounty. I’ve heard from my ambassador that food is… quite scarce in Rhagoan, correct? But I have also heard that your land is wonderous, rich is it’s own resources and full of beauty… in it’s own way, I might say. Come, come, there is food and drink inside. We have music, too!” She chuckles, gesturing for him to follow her.

 “We make do. It’s not desolate - the caverns and creatures provide us with what we need, though we have no rivers nor soil fertile enough for crops.” He says, trailing after her. “I also uh.. am unfamiliar with dancing. I’ll likely have to sit that event out.”

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*anyways this is for everybody:*

Lady Bouclaire, along with her diplomats, has sent two dozen messengers carrying messages to every nearby land, inviting all people of status (leaders and any other important characters) to a ball at Lyrebird’s Landing-the centuries old, newly renovated castle in Old Caterinna, not only to celebrate the Caterinnian revolution, but also to formally meet with all of her neighboring factions. It is a peaceful event, and no organized troops will be allowed to approach the town of Old Caterinna. 

Des decides to go, too confused by all this alliance chaos. 

 He arrives at Lyrebird’s landing (described by me in my interaction with Baalz) and is greeted by a finely dressed servant, and is brought into the area right outside the keep of the castle, a newly planted garden where guests are mingling, all of them extravagantly dressed.

 (as mentioned above, the merfolk are coming.) Behind Des,the river rises up into an archway, and a female Merfolk clothed in robes stitched with precious metals and gemstones steps through, from seemingly nowhere. She holds up a sogy paper. "I believe I was invited too."

 This catches the eye of the Lauriers, the noble families of Caterinna, who all turn to look at the arrival of the merfolk. Among them, a woman dressed in black and gold, Lady Bouclaire, steps forward. “It is a pleasure to have you attend… I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet. You are?…”

 In a harsh accent, interspersed with clicks and other aquatic sounds, the Merfolk woman says "I am Margarite of the Shining Scales." *in my civilization, lower class people have names like thesee wile upperclass people have first and list names* "I do not believe you formally invited the peoples of Aquagloria. So, we invited ourselves." She spreads her arms, and the gold and jewls stitched into her shining robe shimmer and move like waves. "AS you can see, Aquagloria has riches more vast than you could imagine. We are an ancient race of Merfolk, who once ruled the seas. With the help of the Dry Landers, we believe we could do so once again. What I am proposing, here, is this. We send you a supply of gold and jewels, mined from below the seas, and you supply us with modern technology to upgrade our own with, as long with a pact that you all will respect the waters."

 She seems intrigued, a million thoughts behind her deep brown eyes. She takes a few steps towards Margarite. “My, my, how intriguing… i would enjoy discussing this further inside. It is a pleasure to be graced by your presence.” She says, her voice oozing with charisma as she gestures for the guests to start heading inside the keep of Lyrebird’s landing.

 Margarite follows Lady Bouclaire inside the keep, inspecting the walls and cielings. "Ah. I see that Dry Landers truly do have many advances. Back in our time, we thought ourselves to be the greatest empire in the world. Then again, we didnt know of any world above the surface, but even among other Aquatics we thought ourselves superior. But it seems new technologies have been made that could compliment our own greatly..."

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 The Pontiff chuckles. "The corpses do not live. They, and I myself, are fungus, an infestation firing the rotten nerves and neurons, tugging the long-dead muscles... The Monarch Mold, children of the One Below All." It reaches out and pats a zombie on the head. "We were made to bring peace and joy to the world... a wonderful plane for the One Below to enjoy. Doesn't that sound beautiful? Men, mold, monsters... we are stronger together."

 They nod. “That does sound beautiful, though it must be difficult work. Your hospitality is something I will not forget. If you need anything of me, I am happy to oblige.” They say genuinely, as if unused to the kindness. “The lands out here are… so much more peaceful. Perhaps I should live out amongst the grasses.” The semi-saytr says longingly.

 "Simply put us on your map once you can, so you and your people may find us where we lie. That is all we ask in return. Now come, they expect you now. We do not get visitors often, and we celebrate them when we can." It lifts off the ground and turns toward the city, where more undead are preparing food for the stranger. "Come with me, children. We must get washed up." The zombies begrudgingly follow their lord.

 They pause for a moment as to take in the scene a little moment more before heading to follow the zombies. They regard the food with a bemused look, as if unfamiliar with seeing food of that category, but make no comment.

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 Margarite follows Lady Bouclaire inside the keep, inspecting the walls and cielings. "Ah. I see that Dry Landers truly do have many advances. Back in our time, we thought ourselves to be the greatest empire in the world. Then again, we didnt know of any world above the surface, but even among other Aquatics we thought ourselves superior. But it seems new technologies have been made that could compliment our own greatly..."

 Khassahn follows, a bit bewildered by the aquatic people. His elk also… follows him inside, baying softly as it attempts to fit through the door.

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 She chuckles slightly. “The Tsaritsa river gifts us what we need to harvest such bounty. I’ve heard from my ambassador that food is… quite scarce in Rhagoan, correct? But I have also heard that your land is wonderous, rich is it’s own resources and full of beauty… in it’s own way, I might say. Come, come, there is food and drink inside. We have music, too!” She chuckles, gesturing for him to follow her.

 “We make do. It’s not desolate - the caverns and creatures provide us with what we need, though we have no rivers nor soil fertile enough for crops.” He says, trailing after her. “I also uh.. am unfamiliar with dancing. I’ll likely have to sit that event out.”

 “I see… well, it matters not. We are here to celebrate, and to learn, dancing is not needed for any of that, is it?” Smiling, she leads the many nobles following her, and all of the guests behind them, through the twisting halls of Lyrebird’s Landing, which, architecturally, makes very little sense. It’s almost intentionally confusing to navigate.

the doors of the final hall opens up to an utterly enormous ballroom, where servants and guards are scattered about. Food is being served, music is being played by a skilled band, and it’s decorated with the utmost care. The entire room is full of flowers, especially white oleanders, which grew in the garden as well. Servants and guards welcome the Lauriers and the other noble guests, offering them tantalizing food and drink. Soon, it seems the ball has officially started.

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 Margarite follows Lady Bouclaire inside the keep, inspecting the walls and cielings. "Ah. I see that Dry Landers truly do have many advances. Back in our time, we thought ourselves to be the greatest empire in the world. Then again, we didnt know of any world above the surface, but even among other Aquatics we thought ourselves superior. But it seems new technologies have been made that could compliment our own greatly..."

 Khassahn follows, a bit bewildered by the aquatic people. His elk also… follows him inside, baying softly as it attempts to fit through the door.

 The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The  improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.

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 The skeleton pope lowers down enough to see eye-to-eye with the servant, which involves falling to its knees and still looking down slightly. "This is quite a home that Lady Bouclaire has..." comes its sibilant wheeze. "...and quite the party." It reaches out a hand, wrapped in black fungal 'muscles,' and takes the servant's. It then plucks a gemstone from its hat and places it in their hand. "Thank you for your kindnessss... friend..." It levitates back up to its 'normal' height, around 10 feet high, and makes its way in, the undead following behind like obedient ducklings.

 He is in utter shock as he receives the gem, murmuring thanks as he examines it, both ecstatic and in awe.

 Blackmoore decides to look for Lady Bouclaire, leaving his undead to enjoy the party. They weren't even guards or nobles, they were just whoever followed him here.

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*anyways this is for everybody:*

Lady Bouclaire, along with her diplomats, has sent two dozen messengers carrying messages to every nearby land, inviting all people of status (leaders and any other important characters) to a ball at Lyrebird’s Landing-the centuries old, newly renovated castle in Old Caterinna, not only to celebrate the Caterinnian revolution, but also to formally meet with all of her neighboring factions. It is a peaceful event, and no organized troops will be allowed to approach the town of Old Caterinna. 

Des decides to go, too confused by all this alliance chaos. 

 He arrives at Lyrebird’s landing (described by me in my interaction with Baalz) and is greeted by a finely dressed servant, and is brought into the area right outside the keep of the castle, a newly planted garden where guests are mingling, all of them extravagantly dressed.

 (as mentioned above, the merfolk are coming.) Behind Des,the river rises up into an archway, and a female Merfolk clothed in robes stitched with precious metals and gemstones steps through, from seemingly nowhere. She holds up a sogy paper. "I believe I was invited too."

 This catches the eye of the Lauriers, the noble families of Caterinna, who all turn to look at the arrival of the merfolk. Among them, a woman dressed in black and gold, Lady Bouclaire, steps forward. “It is a pleasure to have you attend… I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet. You are?…”

 In a harsh accent, interspersed with clicks and other aquatic sounds, the Merfolk woman says "I am Margarite of the Shining Scales." *in my civilization, lower class people have names like thesee wile upperclass people have first and list names* "I do not believe you formally invited the peoples of Aquagloria. So, we invited ourselves." She spreads her arms, and the gold and jewls stitched into her shining robe shimmer and move like waves. "AS you can see, Aquagloria has riches more vast than you could imagine. We are an ancient race of Merfolk, who once ruled the seas. With the help of the Dry Landers, we believe we could do so once again. What I am proposing, here, is this. We send you a supply of gold and jewels, mined from below the seas, and you supply us with modern technology to upgrade our own with, as long with a pact that you all will respect the waters."

 She seems intrigued, a million thoughts behind her deep brown eyes. She takes a few steps towards Margarite. “My, my, how intriguing… i would enjoy discussing this further inside. It is a pleasure to be graced by your presence.” She says, her voice oozing with charisma as she gestures for the guests to start heading inside the keep of Lyrebird’s landing.

 Margarite follows Lady Bouclaire inside the keep, inspecting the walls and cielings. "Ah. I see that Dry Landers truly do have many advances. Back in our time, we thought ourselves to be the greatest empire in the world. Then again, we didnt know of any world above the surface, but even among other Aquatics we thought ourselves superior. But it seems new technologies have been made that could compliment our own greatly..."

 The walls and ceilings are all painted or decorated with artifacts and portraits, depicting ancient nobles and figures of legend, showing extraordinary detail, true works of art.

one of the Lauriers, a younger boy who was following close behind an older Laurier, likely his mother, is staring at Margarite, in awe. He’s likely never even heard of merfolk, and the riches that Margarite possesses.. it fascinates him.

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