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{Actually, advances in agriculture, such as the enclosure movement, new machines and selective breeding, all caused an overflow of people that moved into the cities as they lost their jobs. This in turn allowed for massive factories of people working for low wages at jobs to create manufactured goods.
At the same time the steam engine was created, which allowed huge, bulky machines to be used. Both of these factors put together created the Industrial revolution.
Now, we have a HUGE overflow of soldiers that are no longer fighting. This gives us the ideal manpower for an industrial revolution. Steam or our magic could take us the rest of the way.
Also, guns won't be invented until gunpowder is, and no one here has gunpowder.}

[I have gunpowder.....]

[I have gunpowder. Not saying im using it.....I just have it.]

{I'm thinking of machines, steam and manufactured goods. Early trains for mass-transport? Yes. Steamboats? Yes. Non-magical Aircraft, cars or guns? Heck no.}

{Don't need it. I'll just have old-fashioned (very old fashioned) assembly lines with molds... I'll still produce a great deal of manufactured goods.}

*Xerxus laughs as the puny human, Septim "Sees" through his disquise.*

Oh human....you only see what I want you to see. I thought you would have learned....oh well. Now about that chocolate cake that Might made last night. That was delicious!

Septim decomissions many of Might's airships and many of his own, along with all of the other air fleet. Only 500 airships remain, the mages on them put to other tasks to help the economy. Septim keeps only the Star of Erabor lets Might command the other five hundred ships. Septim then puts the mages on other tasks that will help the economy rather than maintaining an airfleet that isn't needed now. Septim then puts the materials to good use in buildings in all of the provinces. He limites the provinces down to an army of 5,000 apiece (if you didn't catch the earlier message) and Septim keeps a standing army of 50,000 to help throughout the provinces as guards.

Septim then spends about 100,000,000 gold rebuilding parts of destroyed cities throughout the Empire, many buildings are restored and rebuilt and the struggling economy stabilizes. Septim is hailed on the streets as a great Emperor rather than a destructive warlord. Septim uses the mages of the ships to help the farmers produce more food, for the miners to mine more ore, and the buildings to be build faster. Septim has most of the 30,000,000 swords throughout the Empire melted down for buildings. Might was recognised for his sacrifice of his airfleet and was given a Medal, the Medal of Sacrifice. Septim saluted him and went on. Septim returns to his palace and orders the sending of 300,000 gold to Might for his sacrifice before sitting in his throne and now, with the economy controlled and the cities rebuilt, he feels satisfied that he had been a good Emperor.

[[OOC: Might, I did talk to you about it, on the IRC...]]

[[OOC: I did, and you wouldn't see reason, those things are expensive to pay for, I did you a favor, Erabor conquered everything and anything there is to conquer, and now we are stabilizing this massive Empire's economy...]]

[[OOC: Yes, but the money was needed for the economy...for the Empire...sorry, but I had to...]]

*Septim watches as the airships get melted down and the naval warships are stripped, afterwards Septim, in dragon form, escorts the 500 remaining airships personally to Migharia and delivers them to Might. Afterwards Septim flies off to Erabor, feeling a little bad for taking the liberty of disbanding Might's fleet, but them feels better knowing that the economy is better for it. Septim arrives at his palace a half an hour later and goes to his throne room.

[[OOC: Might, the reason I disbanded and got rid of everything is because the standard pay for a Duke is 3k, you do not get the money from the cities, I do, and it goes into the Imperial Treasury and back out into a city. The Governors of States do not get the money from taxes, the Treasury does. And that massive airfleet you created could not have been created on 3k a day...so that is why I am taking it away, along with much of your armies, so that this game goes back to the "limited" gold ways instead of the "I can create huge fleets on 3k a day" ways. Killer would have never let that happen...]]

[[OOC: Killer would have never let that happen, because it was never this complex...I am doing a reset. The way this works is I will start off as Killer did when he started the game. I will be Emperor of an Empire about the size of the original Killaria, and you will all start from scratch. The entire war theme is out the window, no more wars unless it is for defense, just like with Killer, and no more citybuilding...that will get rid of this whole mess. You all start off with 10 gold and 10 food. I am not going to actually be in this as I will be taking the role of Killer, so good luck, ZeTa be with you all...]]

[[[[GAME RESET]]]]

Right, what this is: People(you...maybe?..) come into the city with 10 gold and 100 food. You eat 10 food every day(real time), and you die if you don't have enough. You have to make your gold by honest means. Guards send you to prison or kill you if you don't...

Rules: You can do illegal stuff as long as you don't get caught, but not these rules. You HAVE to obey them, otherwise you get kicked out. 

1. You can't kill me, Septim. I won't actually play, just make sure no-one is cheating. I will play with another character, because I love this game.

2. You can't make stuff appear out of nowhere. (That means your airfleet Might...)

3. Ummm... that's it... I think... Oh, wait, you can't just make people die. You have to explain how you kill someone, and give them the chance to retaliate.

Laws(these are inforced by guards, you don't have to obey them, but you might get killed by the guards, who are armed, or put in prison.)

1. No stealing.

2. No killing.

3. No controlling NPCs.

There will be more soon...

NOOOOO!!

[[ I think I'll quit, its been nice playing.... ]]

Erunion Telcontar walks in, and signs up for the army.
"I always wanted to do something exciting..."

*Wraith looks at the list of jobs and decides to sign up in the army. He goes to the army recruitment headquarters and asks if he can join up as an archer in the army.*

Gondolin comes out.

"Alright, you are a Private, take these, leather armor, a rusty iron dagger, and an oak shortbow...you will have to go to the archery range and practice, if you have improvement then we will promote you..."

***

A man comes out and greets Revenge.

"You want to be a teacher, you will start as a sub-professor for 10 gold and ten food a day...", says the man, "Your classroom is 4 on the second floor."

[[OOC: And no saying you hit every target, you've got no skill right now...]]

Jonas Topal wakes up, buckles his iron shortsword, puts on his leather gloves and breastpiece, and walks over to the Mercanaries Guild's main building, he enters and a man approaches him.

"Hello Topal, we've got a job for you, interested?", he asks.

"Of course, what is it?", asks Topal.

"Well, somebody needs a man to watch his store while he does his errands, and since thieves are out and about, he hired a merc, that merc is you. You must go to the clothing shop and protect his goods while he goes out and about.

"Yes sir!", says Topal.

Topal heads down to the clothing shop and a short man with a bald spot approaches.

"You the merc I hired? Good, now I'm off to do some errands...protect my merchandise until I get back, and no stealing, I did an inventory...", says the shopkeeper. Topal walks inside and sits on a chair. A half an hour later the door opens and an unarmored man with an iron dagger at his side walks in. Topal rises and unsheaths his blade, the man tries to run but Topal grabs him, twists his hand so that the dagger falls out and tackles him, after about one minute of wrestling on the floor Topal goes triumphant and calls a guardsman whom was stationed a block down the street over.

"This man attempted the robbery of this store, take him to prison for me?", asks Topal.

"I will, goodbye...", says the guard as he grabs the man, shackles his wrists, and takes him off down the street towards the prison. Breathing heavily after a tough wrestling match. Topal goes back inside and sits for another half an hour until the shopkeeper returns.

"Greetings, did any thieves come?", says the shopkeeper.

"Only one, and I defeated him", says Topal.

"You got the thief? Good, then take this set of clothes", says the shopkeeper, he gives Topal a nice dark brown jacket, a set of nice dark brown shoes, some dark brown trousers, and a light brown shirt. Topal leaves with his clothes in a box and goes to the Mercs guild, they pay him 200 gold coins and with it now being about 12 PM, Topal returns to the inn, he puts the box with his clothes in it in a chest at the foot of his bed and takes of his leather breastplate and gloves, he puts them into the chest as well and decides to keep his shortsword, he puts all of his gold except fifty coins in as well and closes the chest, after locking it he leaves his room and goes over to the Academy where a man greets him.

"Hello, I would like to learn melee combat for fifty gold coins...", says Topal.

"We can teach beginners combat for twenty five gold, or intermediate for fifty, good costs 500, great costs 1000, and to be taught by the headmaster costs 5000 gold", says the man.

"I will take the intermediate course...", says Topal.

After nine hours of tiring practice with his blade, he returns to the inn and collapses onto the bed.

"Sorry sir, you don't have enough gold" (You start with ten gold and you've yet to get a job...), "Come back when you have a bit more..."

Gondolin catches Wraith on the way out.

"Hey, pretty good for a novice. I now promote you to Corperal, take these light leather gloves, good for your aim..."

[[OOC: I am leaving until Saturday later today, so just pretend I did jobs for those days...I really don't want to let all those days go to waste...]]

[[OOC: Zryike, you need to have a job to get gold...]]

A guard runs in and punches Zryike in the face.

"I saw you steal that man's wallet! I will let you go as it was your first offense!"

The guard takes the one hundred gold and walks off.

[[Jobs:

Servant to Emperor Septim - 100 gold a day and  10 food a day.

Army career track - Start as Private; 100 gold, 10 food a day.

Mercenary career track - Start as Recruit; 100 gold and 10 food a day.

Guard career track - Start as Janitor; 50 gold and 10 food a day.

Professor career track - Start as sub-professor; 10 gold + 10 food a day.

Mage's assistant - 100 gold, 10 food a day

Blacksmith's assistant - 50 gold, 10 food a day, you may get a weapon once in a while, I will decide this though.

Farmer's hand - 50 gold a day, 20 food a day.

Just get a job! You can even get one at the school!]]

[[OOC:

Private - 100 gold

Corporal - 200 gold

Sergeant - 300 gold

Lieutenant - 400 gold

Captain - 500 gold

Major - 600 gold

Colonel - 700 gold

General (Maximum of two) - 800 gold

High General (Only one can be appointed) - 1000 gold a day]]

( lol im loving this ) ( sorry but i only had time for some quick posts earlier and i wasnt really going to look around the thread for where the jobs were so thanks for putting them up here ) (  btw how much gold to be a mage? )


" I'll sign up for mage assistant."

*Freshly arrived in the city, Delran see a post in the town square:

"Join the army! We can provide food and a good payment. Do not let go of the ocasion to see the world. Heroes are made in the army."

Afer reading the post, Delran walks to the first millitary office and signs up as a soldier.*

[[OOC: Killer, this is an alternate reality, everything is reset, the Empire never existed, Erabor is the exact same thing Killaria was when the game started...]]

A man walks out.

"Alright Might, you're a recruit, your first job is to clean out Old Man Resco's basement...get to work! Take this rusty iron dagger and this pair of leather gloves as well!", the man gives Might a rusty iron dagger and a pair of leather gloves.

***

"Delran, you may join the Eraborian army as a private, take this iron shortsword and this iron chainmail chestpiece...", says Gondolin.

***

The mage approaches Zryike.

"Alright, I need help organizing my book collection..."

Verthias peered through the door. Good, there the Tigrarian was, asleep, as expected... he crept out, sneaking towards the old man, and suddenly BANG SMACK CRASH he found himself whizzing down a purple tunnel, blazing with corouscating energy.

When he came to, he was lying, back-down, gazing up into the tranquil sky. He felt a bizzaire sensation from his back. He hefted himself up and looked down at the floor - there was a sharp rock, with blood trickling off it, and he felt the warm liquid sliding down his back. He leaped to his feet with shock. This could mean only one thing, he knew: He was human again. He fell to his knees and laughed up at the sky - after thousand of years of creeping on the boundaries, of hiding his face from the rest of civilization, he had finally returned to his origional form - the origional body in which he had died. He didn't pause to consider his good fortune, and looked around. The rolling, undulating hillscape, with a settlement nestled in a slight depression in the folds of the land, was hauntingly familiar, but he didn't care. He could already feel his millenia of memories fading, but it was all moot. He was human again!

Nearly skipping with joy, he sprang down to the town, and applied for a job in the army - he still had vague memories of some kind of milatiristic life before this new one, and decide to continue with this. Besides, the pay looked good...

By the time he'd gotten into the recruiting office, most of his memories were gone entirely.

[Well, I couldn't get rid of my beloved Verthias, scourge of the living and taker of souls, without saying goodbye ><]

[By the way, Septim, me aborbing people's knowlege by sucking out their soul was hardly an advantage, bearing in mind everyone else's inhuman learning skills. It just gave a plausible reason for me to learn stuff, quickly]