Auteur/autrice : Cyril Pasteau

– STOP PESTERING ME. I WILL DEAL WITH THIS MATTER IN NO TIME. ALL ABOARD THE FOMOSHIP! A few months have passed. It is now winter of the first year of the ascension wars. What happened? – 10 provinces, total income 568 gold/month, research 34 rp/month. That’s what Turmoil 1 / Sloth 3 / Cold…

– Enough is enough. I have made my mind. I will take… a decision! The Council fell silent. All stared at the bold lord who had committed to action. – Fomorians, at least nominally, rule Fomoria. They should know what’s going on! They should take measures! Organize meetings about the Fir Bolg situation! – Wasn’t…

It had been one tense Council session. The assembly had been copiously Itoldyouso-ed by the Chief Treasurer. The Fir Bolg rabble had been allowed too much leeway. Prior to that, an envoy from the King of Nardago had been pleading for our armies to stop their ongoing invasion. His long-winded speech about the long-standing tradition…

Angus is standing in front of me, sweating in spite of the cold. Worst spring in history. The scout has deemed the news important enough to rush through the unending staircase of Rath Chimbalth. The man takes a peek at the black treetops on the horizon. I follow his gaze. – So that’s where the…

The tale of a game of Dominions 4: Thrones of Ascension Emerald eyes. Alabaster skin and long hair the hue of ripe barley. Fay looks for sure but a sex life as barren as a drown coven of Ermorian nuns. Being a foreboding and defeated people does that to you. That and being rich. Fir…