Bibilushia

500 years post part one, word finally got out about Bibilonia the capital city. With a letter sent by king yore, Jungle Library requesting the emigration of  the Jungle, join efforts against the harsh winter ahead. 500 years post part one, word finally got out about Bibilonia the capital city. With a letter sent by king yore, Jungle Library requesting the emigration of  the Jungle, join efforts against the harsh winter ahead. The chief proposed the letter with the counsel with expression on helping their fellow Bibilonians. concurring they sent word out to jungle city, plotting the journey through harsh biomes of many, pack plenty of supplies from tents, to toiletries. The beginning of fall we embarked across 75 hectares of Yukamo; Bravery Peaks, Harrowing Cedars, The Frostland finnaly the hike towards the centermost part of the plains where we hunker down for the winter as a whole.

Upon our arrival 7 days later we were cheeringly greeted by the fellow Bibilonians distinguished by individual tribal colors: Blue for frost, Green for jungle, Brown for woodland, Yellow for plains, Grey Bravery Peaks. Following the celebration the tribal leaders plus the wizard gathered to address the Great Ice Age. How they will steadfastly survive.. undoubtedly a dreadfull thought, keeping 3,000 or so Bibilonians alive and healthy for the two or three centuries King Yore has predicted. We have plenty of magic providing we all survive, if one perishes the bubble will thin risking holes that would invite in sub tempatures. Encompassing 30 hectares of land. Since there will be no sun we will have to resort to magic for day-night cycles. King yore paused looking about for questions or concerns, the owl Kargo decided he should add, “That sounds sustainable for a short while but why not go back down below the ground?.. On second thought that sounded better in my head.” Haha Kargo you are definitely a peculiar bird my friend. “Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, this is not a panic meeting. This is a level headed discussion,” The wizard spoke with a stern booming voice breaking the squabble amongst the counsel. “As your king, and your friend. Don’t fall into this plague of hatred like days yore when we were trapped in the catacombs remember how that went?,”  Z mentioned sternly with words to cut. “Your majesty, our apologies we we’re acting like saveges.,” As they all went ghostly silent awaiting the kings next query. This meeting is adjourned return here 6 o’clock square on Friday and we’ll build the planning charts. 2 months before winter hits hard, the cold is already seeping in as we prepare our city for a long haul ice age, collecting an abundance 3 months worth of food water and wood to keep us warm. We gathered around the town square as the snow storm ripped across the landscape rattling the guardian sphere dropping 12ft in no more than an hour we were shocked, especially once we talked Z into adding semi realistic night and day effects to feel more homey.

The chief proposed the letter with the counsel with expression on helping their fellow Bibilonians. concurring they sent word out to jungle city, plotting the journey through harsh biomes of many, pack plenty of supplies from tents, to toiletries. The beginning of fall we embarked across 75 hectares of Yukamo; Bravery Peaks, Harrowing Cedars, The Frostland and finnaly the hike to the centermost part of the plains where we hunker down for the winter as a whole. Upon our arrival 7 days later we were cheeringly greeted by the fellow Bibilonians distinguished by the tribal colors: Blue for frost, Green for jungle, Brown for woodland, Yellow for plains, Grey Bravery Peaks. After the celebration all 4 tribal leaders and the wizard gathered to address the Great Ice Age, how they will steadfastly survive.. undoubtedly a dreadfull thought of keeping 3,000 or so Bibilonians alive and healthy for the two or three centuries King Yore predicted. We have plenty of magic providing we all live, if even one perishes the bubble will thin risking holes that would invite in sub tempatures. Encompassing 30 hectares of land. Since there will be no sun we will have to resort to magic for day-night cycles. King yore paused looking about for questions or concerns, the owl Kargo decided he should add, “That sounds sustainable for a short while but why not go back down below the ground?.. On second thought that sounded better in my head.” Haha Kargo you are definitely a peculiar bird my friend. “Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, this is not a panic meeting. This is a level headed discussion,” The wizard spoke with a stern booming voice breaking the squabble amongst the counsel. “As your king, and your friend. Don’t fall into this plague of hatred like days yore when we were trapped in the catacombs remember how that went?,”  Z mentioned sternly with words to cut. “Your majesty, our apologies we we’re acting like saveges.,” As they all went ghostly silent awaiting the kings next query. This meeting is adjourned return here 6 o’clock square on Friday and we’ll build the planning charts. 2 months before winter hits hard, the cold is already seeping in as we prepare our city for a long haul ice age, collecting an abundance 3 months worth of food water and wood to keep us warm. We gathered around the town square as the snow storm ripped across the landscape rattling the guardian sphere dropping 12ft in no more than an hour we were shocked, especially once we talked Z into adding semi realistic night and day effects to feel more homey. A gapping hole swallowed the entire town that winters night, down a worm hole the city dropped 14ft from the air to the ground rattling everyone’s bells. The city thankfully held thanks to fine Bibilonian craftsmanship, the walkways cracked some but it is great patina. Around they look and realised they were dropped right in middle of the beach of an island that was surrounded by massive oceans as far as the eye can see with a glimpse of thick fog looming in the distance, tropical trees and shrubs scattered the landscape. Z decided to venture off the shore where the city was relocated up a ways to what looked to be an ancient pyramind covered with thick vines. Leaving the impression it has been ages since a landscaper was hired, at the front steps they peered up the skyscraper high expanse of trialing stairs cracked but In good shape. Winded but at the top they gathered their breath moving onward through the massive stone doors that opened with a thud realesing ancient musty air, up a small stairwell was what looked to be a chapel down the carpeted path a ways to the left of the room lead to a tower containing an old pastors quarters. at the other end adjacent was a stairwell down to what looked to be doors upon doors of rooms. Leading to another swirl stairwell two flights down revealed what looked to be a water conduit, pipes scattered the wall flooding in fresh water down to the mossy stone drainage slueghes flushing down the mossy walkway to the edge where a bridge fell or was taken down. the water poured over an old humanoid staue, looking around they saw many more across the river valley. Below was a dock holding a small boat that was still floating, samelike with the other side as if this was a marina or something, taking a leap of faith miles from the water plunging with a splash as the king and his guards came up gasping from the cold for fresh air. on the dock they boarded the small boat to cross the frosty water, at the stairwell back up the rock face they found a lost city akin to how Bibilonia was dropped. Eerie HK pondered “is this what I think it is sir,” the guard master queried, yes Zad this is what it looks like. Back at Bibilonia HK ordered the council together, A gapping hole swallowed the entire town that winters night, down a worm hole the city dropped 14ft from the air to the ground rattling everyone’s bells. The city thankfully held thanks to fine Bibilonian craftsmanship, the walkways cracked some but it is great patina. Around they look and realised they were dropped right in middle of the beach of an island that was surrounded by massive oceans as far as the eye can see with a glimpse of thick fog looming in the distance, tropical trees and shrubs scattered the landscape. Z decided to venture off the shore where the city was relocated up a ways to what looked to be an ancient pyramind covered with thick vines. Leaving the impression it has been ages since a landscaper was hired, at the front steps they peered up the skyscraper high expanse of trialing stairs cracked but In good shape. Winded but at the top they gathered their breath moving onward through the massive stone doors that opened with a thud realesing ancient musty air, up a small stairwell was what looked to be a chapel down the carpeted path a ways to the left of the room lead to a tower containing an old pastors quarters. at the other end adjacent was a stairwell down to what looked to be doors upon doors of rooms. Leading to another swirl stairwell two flights down revealed what looked to be a water conduit, pipes scattered the wall flooding in fresh water down to the mossy stone drainage slueghes flushing down the mossy walkway to the edge where a bridge fell or was taken down. the water poured over an old humanoid staue, looking around they saw many more across the river valley. Below was a dock holding a small boat that was still floating, samelike with the other side as if this was a marina or something, taking a leap of faith miles from the water plunging with a splash as the king and his guards came up gasping from the cold for fresh air. on the dock they boarded the small boat to cross the frosty water, at the stairwell back up the rock face they found a lost city akin to how Bibilonia was dropped.

Eerie HK pondered “is this what I think it is sir,” the guard master queried, yes Zad this is what it looks like. Back at Bibilonia HK ordered the council together, “We have a problem, a city akin to ours has been found on the other side of the island. Suggesting we are not the first to land here from whatever that storm brought, for now this meeting is adjourned. For the time being let’s further reaserch everything to hopefully amass a clue,” HK finished collecting his notes into his satchel moving to his study on the other side of the meeting hall. “We have a problem, a city akin to ours has been found on the other side of the island. Suggesting we are not the first to land here from whatever that storm brought, for now this meeting is adjourned. For the time being let’s further reaserch everything to hopefully amass a clue,” HK finished collecting his notes into his satchel moving to his study on the other side of the meeting hall. Commotion arose from the streets as HK emerged from his study to see what was amiss, finding the tide had risen 4ft engulfing a quarter of the city almost entirely – – thinking back HK realised the city above had moss atop even the highest building, it must have been a flood that did the final blow. Like a purge system.. this island is weird – – moving everyone up the bank a ways HK geared to push the water out of the city, only to find his magic was completly inert. Well.. this may be a problematic situation he realized, “everyone to the castle! let’s seal her up against the harsh mansoon ahead, keep the yoingians upstairs they will be safer up there.” HK began firing orders getting everyone in full gear while the moms tucked with the children, in no time the men had the castle sealed tight as a drum. Sparking a fire to ward off the cold. Together they sat in the gutted meeting room zoning at the fire on the wall, nature slammed and crashed against Bibilonia while drenching it with water as the building moaned you could hear the water levels rising steadily as it crept up the middle of the window. crikey no wonder nothing lives here this realm is insane, something in the cellar buckled flooding in water from outside, the men scrambled across the wet floors to seal off the cellar.. whew they thought as they thanked the castle for her sturdiness. The water went all the way up the tower above the castle like it was intending to consume the city, but nature must have underestimated that fine Bibilonian craftsmanship, that is a metric butt ton of weight on and around this poor castle and she is still the same as before with the occasional groan from the sheer weight. The wizard swooped in just in time to pull Bibilonia back to her rightful home.. without the intense drop. Dripping and battered the city still stood with the forever memory of the cross dimentional adventures. Commotion arose from the streets as HK emerged from his study to see what was amiss, finding the tide had risen 4ft engulfing a quarter of the city almost entirely – – thinking back HK realised the city above had moss atop even the highest building, it must have been a flood that did the final blow. Like a purge system.. this island is weird – – moving everyone up the bank a ways HK geared to push the water out of the city, only to find his magic was completly inert. Well.. this may be a problematic situation he realized, “everyone to the castle! let’s seal her up against the harsh mansoon ahead, keep the yoingians upstairs they will be safer up there.” HK began firing orders getting everyone in full gear while the moms tucked with the children, in no time the men had the castle sealed tight as a drum. Sparking a fire to ward off the cold. Together they sat in the gutted meeting room zoning at the fire on the wall, nature slammed and crashed against Bibilonia while drenching it with water as the building moaned you could hear the water levels rising steadily as it crept up the middle of the window. crikey no wonder nothing lives here this realm is insane, something in the cellar buckled flooding in water from outside, the men scrambled across the wet floors to seal off the cellar.. whew they thought as they thanked the castle for her sturdiness. The water went all the way up the tower above the castle like it was intending to consume the city, but nature must have underestimated that fine Bibilonian craftsmanship, that is a metric butt ton of weight on and around this poor castle and she is still the same as before with the occasional groan from the sheer weight. The wizard swooped in just in time to pull Bibilonia back to her rightful home.. without the intense drop. Dripping and battered the city still stood with the forever memory of the cross dimentional adventures.

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