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Digital Gaming AARs / Re: Deity Empires: The High Men
« Last post by airboy on Today at 10:11:11 AM »
I have done some looking and I cannot find a strategy guide anywhere.  No English wiki of use.  There is a Japanese wiki - which does nothing for me.
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: Deity Empires: The High Men
« Last post by W8taminute on Yesterday at 02:47:04 PM »
Great game and great AAR so far!
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: US Pacific Campaign - Order of Battle WW2 AAR
« Last post by airboy on July 20, 2019, 01:32:27 PM »
The Battle of the Philippines is over with a US Victory 25 turns early (with a 50 turn deadline)!

A shocking revelation was made about General Wrigley's forced retirement by Pentagon enemies.
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: US Pacific Campaign - Order of Battle WW2 AAR
« Last post by Sir Slash on July 19, 2019, 09:43:50 PM »
Looks like the Army formerly known as, 'Japs' are getting a good beat-down Airboy. ConJAPS on a great campaign so far.  :clap:
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: US Pacific Campaign - Order of Battle WW2 AAR
« Last post by Gusington on July 19, 2019, 08:43:03 PM »
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: US Pacific Campaign - Order of Battle WW2 AAR
« Last post by airboy on July 19, 2019, 08:40:24 PM »
Part 2 of the Battle of the Philippines is up:

Jap fleet arrives next turn.
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: Deity Empires: The High Men
« Last post by JasonPratt on July 17, 2019, 06:40:08 AM »
I for one welcome the new high men overlords!  :D
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: Deity Empires: The High Men
« Last post by airboy on July 17, 2019, 06:11:29 AM »
4x AARs are hard to do.  Best of luck.

I own the game but have not played it. 
Digital Gaming AARs / Deity Empires: The High Men
« Last post by FarAway Sooner on July 17, 2019, 12:18:01 AM »
(No, this isn't a documentary about life in Colorado...)

Year 1, The Founding

“Lord Celadon, the scouts have returned.  Their report is ready, if you are interested?”

Lord Nedwin Celadon, leader of the High Men of Elandria, turned to glance at the man who had spoken, his first lieutenant.  Morwin Galanthas had been a long-time friend, and a trusted ally during the tough times that had led them here.  10 years older than Lord Celadon, he was the captain of his guard.  Although, the Lord of the High Men reflected, the Royal Guard these days more resembled a group of hunters and woodsmen, than the proud Knights of a once-mighty kingdom.  The Calamity had taken its toll on all of them.

“We find ourselves in the midst of a fruitful plain, with a broad swift river to our west and the shores of an ocean to our east.  To the north, there are more plains, spotted with scrub forests for the next 50 miles at least.  Forests start but a scant 10 miles to our south, thickening as they go, but the river turns west and quickly moves away from the woods.  Our scouts have found an excellent stand of hardwood on the edge of that forest, to our southwest, which would surely provide excellent timber for building in the years ahead.”

Lord Celadon turned to look longingly at the green plains to his west.  “What lies beyond the plains that is fed by this river?” 

“In the west, foothills quickly rise into a mountain peak, from which this nearby river flows.”  He hesitated.  “The men are already calling that river the Swiftwash.  It flows quickly and deep, they say.  The name is already catching on, my Lord.  It’d do the men good to name this river soon, if we intend to settle here.”

Lord Celadon nodded thoughtfully.  Galanthas had always been loyal to the men of his command, but he’d also had an uncommon knack for strengthening the ties between his soldiers and their liege.  For that matter, he was also pretty skillful at keeping me from getting myself killed when I was but a headstrong, adolescent charge of his, growing up in an increasingly dangerous world, Celadon reflected. 

Celadon turned to survey this new landscape.  Picking a site for his new capital was always a balancing act.  He and his people had all gone hungry for the last 10 years of The Calamity, and he yearned to establish his capital where he stood right now.  He could imagine the corn and wheat fields that would grow here on this fertile plain, and would love to see full stomachs and rapidly growing families for these people, the last desperate survivors from his old realm.  The rivers would prove useful for irrigation, and also for carrying the rafts and boats that would surely ply their trade here.  He could imagine the waterwheels spaced every few miles up and down the river, using the swift current to power mills that would grind his people's corn and cut their timbers.

What timbers? he thought ruefully.

In The Old World, towns and cities and villages had all grown naturally, sprouting up over the course of generations and generations.  Different places had established different specialities--fishing along the coasts, mining in the hills, farming villages scattered across the plains, and large trade centers at the center of large roadways and broad rivers or deep ports. 

It was going to be different here, especially given that his first city had to be quite self-sustaining for at least the next 25 or 30 years.  Other villages would come, he knew, and in time they would become full-fledged towns.  Linked, no doubt, by the wide and sturdy roads that his people knew how to build so well.

But cities are more than just thousands of people, living together in squalor.  The city center would require buildings, made of wood and stone, if we wanted to raise the libraries and blacksmiths, the taverns and the workshops that were the hallmark of any thriving city.  And the churches.  Of course the churches, to rally our faithful and bring us closer to our savior, Evergreen.  May the gods bless his efforts and lift up his servants.

Celadon scratched his chin thoughtfully.  You need food for people--people to work in the city, and to work the surrounding territories.  And you need money, to finance the construction that lifts those outlying territories out of squalor and gives them the farms, the lumber camps, and the mines needed to make their labor fruitful.

Food versus resources versus trade
, he thought, and always a balancing act.  He knew that someday he could build outlying towns, that might send a steady flow of resources--of lumber and stone, clay and ore, back into his town.  But we can’t wait for those towns to grow before we begin our construction here, he thought again.

“Any other finds or resources I should know about?” he asked Galanthas.

“A small team of prospectors likes the look of some rich veins of iron ore that they found in the mountains 30 miles to the west of here,” he said.  “Nothing that could be accessed by the towns people should we settle here in these watered plains, but definitely something to keep in mind for the years ahead.  Another smaller river to the north 50 miles or more, in the midst of scrub oaks.  There are also reports of some extremely fertile soil 30 miles west of here, but nothing that seems likely to be nearly as strong a first city site as what we have here.  A few of our men report success in fishing the oceans to our east, but the catch is meager, and they can find no signs of fish runs nor of abundant wildlife in the oceans that might prove useful.  Our men will need to explore more before we have staked out likely sites for our 2nd and 3rd towns.”

“Are these regions safe?”

“That is the rub, sir,” said Galanthas reluctantly.  “Nothing within 20 miles of here that would immediately threaten the people of the village.  But we’re not alone here.  We’ve found many signs of creatures and dangerous groups scattered all about us.  This new world is a wild place to be sure.  I’d guess more than a dozen likely lairs within 50 miles.”

Galanthas looked again longingly at the river.  Finally, he turned back to his lieutenant, his decision made.  “We will move 5 miles to the southwest of here.  That should leave most of this river land accessible to those who would live here, but also bring us closer to the forests from which we must draw our lumber.  I would prefer quarries, like we had in the Greystone Mountains, back home, but we need farms and food before we’ll have any use for stone.”

Farmers must come first, he knew.  The lumber camps will come quickly on the heels of the first farms, but without food and people to work in the lumber camps, no amount of timber will prove useful to us.

“Send our scouts out further afield, to map out these territories near our new homeland more thoroughly.  I want our second city site chosen before the end of this next year.  After that, bring our scouts home, let’s get them armed, and proceed to start cleaning out some of the lairs near here.  Any recommendations on where to start?”

“To the north, near the second small river, seems like the safest place to start,” Galanthas answered.  “There are a number of lairs and dens scattered up there, but all seem comprised of small bands of rebels and bandits.  We might be able to clear that area out easily and create a safe space for a 2nd village up north in short order.”  He hesitated for a moment.  “It’d also be a good place to blood many of the soldiers we have left here.  I don’t want you taking on any groups of creatures who might defeat our entire army, or even permanently kill single groups. ”

Lord Celadon nodded his head slowly.  “Sounds to be a good idea.  We need to start pacifying this region.”  Galanthas nodded, bowed, turned, and began to leave the room. 

“Galanthas”, Celadon called out, “If you find any Dark Elves, be sure to hunt them down.  I can’t stand Dark Elves…”
Digital Gaming AARs / Re: US Pacific Campaign - Order of Battle WW2 AAR
« Last post by Sir Slash on July 16, 2019, 05:35:00 PM »
Careful, I am NOT sharing the corner I'm sitting in. You'll have to find your own.  ;D
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