Settler Williard Fiddlehopper, better known as the Grim Reaper, is thankful for the new barracks. It allows him to train his troops better and faster!
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Settler Williard Fiddlehopper, better known as the Grim Reaper, is thankful for the new barracks. It allows him to train his troops better and faster!
Twas a good Thanksgiving. Our settlers ate all the wheat, sold many goods and conqueored more bandits once again. "Gems are of high value they say and we want our pay!" When they beg to fight, for their freedom they will smite, and rejoice with their island and settle awrite...
The settlers are thankful that a Black Friday Gem sale didn't cause a riot on their island.
Could not resist in pulling a Sei Shōnagon for an opportunity like this~ She was a high court Japanese Lady about 1000 years ago. Go read her diary, The Pillow Book, it’s hilarious.
Things my settlers are thankful for.
Angels in sector 1 for protection during the Dark Days of Halloween.
Lack of pumpkin semetaries. They were creepy.
The many deer on the island for the Thanksgiving Day feast for there are no turkeys to be found on the entire island.
The Eternal Wheat Field in sector 3. It will never deplete so there will always be bread and ponies although it does leave the island vulnerable to ninja buffers in the wee hours of the morning.
Aunt Irma and her lovely baskets.
Belonging to The Creators Guild. As infuriating and wild as the TC wolves, wolverpinerooda, badger, Kryptonian, she-wolves, dragon, rhino, Devil, tame bon vivant, dires, Eyebrow of Doom and assorted loups-garoux can be, they are an awesome support system and a great source of entertainment.
Tavern that is conveniently placed next to the village school in sector 4. Let’s face it; the teachers could use a few good stiff ones after spending a day with the island’s adolescent population.
Scary but fast Grim Reaper General.
The Island Beatification Project which has yielded many pretty gardens on the island, particularly around the nobility’s housing; it makes for a very nice view each and every day.
Many benches won from adventures. Makes for great seating to admire said pretty gardens.
Gems. They fund the beautification project.
Exotic baskets. Settlers are so happy to get tropical fruit that they work three times as hard for 12 hours.
Lawlcano’s carpet bombing. Leaves the island looking like Tinkerbell paid a visit and had one hell of a party.
Zombies that visit from friends’ islands. They motivate the settlers to work four times as hard for 18 hours.
Community vegetable garden in sector 7.
Herbivore wolves.
(tongue in cheek guys -- not meant to get anyone's bloomers in a bunch)
The settlers are thankful that there are no women on the islands.
Therefore they do not have to:
- Answer risky questions like, "Does this country style dress make me look fat?"
- Hide all of the brew mugs after having the guys over for, "Let's Take Down One-Eyed Bert Night."
- Leave room in front of the residences to park more carriages.
- Plant roses and otherwise prettify the island -- thus they can leave more room for The Look of Mordor approach to island building.
- Come home early from The Tavern.
- Turn the gems from the gem pits into jewelry rather than using them to buy Drill Masters and Vet Generals.
- Eat any of the vegetables from the vegetable gardens.
- Pass up on all the horse bacon deer burgers they want
- Go to bed at a reasonable time instead of adventuring all night while swapping stories about their huge XPs with their buddies in guild chat.
- And last but not least: Watch chick flicks that have Wild Mary as the romantic lead.
i am thankful for roll back refund ubi generously gave us a bountiful compensation wich pleased the settlers on my island very much it was more than ever expected and more than they lost and the awesome guild im in tyvm and happy thanksgiving to those who play and ubi
i am thankful for no recent roll backs!!!
I am thankful for my very generous friends that always keep my buildings buffed ;)
Decker Oakheart led the way into the east wing of the newly upgraded Mayor’s house. He supposed it was a sign of the times, of the settlement’s prosperity, that the mayor could afford to put so many of their hard earned resources into what seemed such a lavish expense. And at least the place was bigger, now. Other than a few other small Storehouses far to the north and east, this was the only place they had for storage. In fact, if it wasn’t for the added space, it was likely that this autumn’s Thanksgiving feast would be held, like last year’s, outside, where it grew colder every day.
For now, at least, there was plenty of room in the east wing, and long Pinewood tables and benches filled the room. Decker’s son, Ian, growing bigger as he approached his teenage years, stopped to take in the sights, and the people. Their population had certainly grown over the past year, and neither Decker nor Ian could remember seeing so many of the Settlers in one room.
Behind Decker, his wife, Eleanora, spoke soothingly in quiet tones to their youngest, their daughter Gabrielle. The girl was only six, and had quickly buried her face into her mother’s skirts as they entered the crowded room. Decker watched some of the others catch sight of them and nod in greeting—Solomon, who ran the old Mill, surrounded by his five children; Farmer Henry and his wife and two of their three boys, the boys now taller than their father; and Joseph the Butcher, who Decker couldn’t remember seeing dressed in anything other than a bloody apron. Decker, the town’s Explorer, was only recently back from his latest foray into the wilderness, and hadn’t seen many of the townsfolk in quite a while.
He caught sight of the mayor’s wife, across the room, and figured the mayor himself had to be somewhere close by, and led his family in that direction.
“Welcome back, Oakheart!” A man said loudly, approaching from one side of the large room and clapping him on the shoulder. It was Tomas, who worked at the Sawmill next door. “You didn’t happen to find any large stashes of Pinewood out there this time, did ya?” On one of his journeys, Decker had come across some huge stacks of lumber. The extra resources had served the fledgling town well at the time, but Tomas had grumbled about the find taking work from him—and made a point to mention it every time the two saw each other.
“Not this time, Tomas,” answered Decker, shaking his head. It was true. He hadn’t. Though considering what he had come across, he rather wished he had stumbled across something so mundane. Not that he would have told Tomas, anyway. He’d already resolved that any more lumber finds would be silently and secretly moved into storage.
They continued to move across the room, running into a few more people on the way. Helen, the burly apprentice Weaponsmith, stopped them and talked about Ian apprenticing with her once she opened her own shop—she even grabbed his biceps to check on the muscle mass there, and after a frown encouraged him to start swinging a hammer. There was Gretchen the Brewer, who was in a low cut dress too small for her, who had obviously imbibed a healthy portion of her own product, and was clinging to the arm of the recently widowed Andrew the Baker. And there was the pipe-smoking William, master Mason, serious as ever, who was in the middle of a conversation with Karl the Geologist about having to find another Stone deposit.
Finally arriving near the head table, Decker stopped and bowed low in front of a gray haired man dressed in long velvet robes. “Greetings, Exalted One,” he said. “You remember my wife, Eleanora? And Ian and Gabrielle?”
The mayor nodded slightly—inclining his head any further may have knocked the opulent crown from his head. He didn’t speak for a few moments, instead sipping slowly from a jeweled goblet. “I’m glad you have returned safely once again, Oakheart,” the mayor finally said. “Though General Vickers here tells me you haven’t brought the best of news.”
The pinch faced General was never far away, and at the mention of his name he turned and joined the conversation.
“I’m sorry to say that it’s true, mayor.” Decker said. He hadn’t made a report directly to the mayor, yet, since returning, but he had stopped in at the Barracks. He hoped the Exalted One would forgive him for wanting to see his family first, after so long away. “Bandits. Several camps of them. Far to the east, yes, but close enough to be a threat.”
“Pphht. Rabble,” said General Vickers, waving his wine glass dismissively. “We’ll drive them off soon enough.”
“I wasn’t aware that your army was in position to move on this… rabble,” the mayor said, looking down his nose at Vickers.
The General emptied his glass, taking time to collect his thoughts before replying. “We’ve quite a few new Recruits, sir,” he said. “We’re drilling every day. We’ve Bronze Swords in sufficient number, and the Brewery has been meeting our needs. But what I could use, Exalted One, is some of those Bows your brother has been talking about.”
“My brother? Theodor?”
The General nodded. “He’s been talking about training Vlad as a Bowmaker. If we could have some archers, those bandits wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”
Decker looked over at Ian. A grown boy, now. Nearly a man. For a moment, he pictured him on the field, wearing armor, drilling with the other men. Maybe he’d go have a talk with Helen about how soon she was going to make Master and open her own smithy.
“Now, now, boys, no talking about such matters today! It’s a holiday!” Aunt Irma bustled her way into the middle of their circle. As far as Decker knew, she wasn’t really anybody’s aunt. She was also the only one who could talk to the mayor like that. “It’s time to eat. Everybody take their seats!”
Decker led Eleanora and the kids to their spot at the end of the head table. As Explorer, he was afforded a place of honor. The Provision House had outdone themselves this year—the tables were piled high with Fish Platters and Solid Sandwiches. Once everyone had found their seats, a hush fell over the room.
“It has been a good year for us,” the mayor said, a tiny smile touching the corners of his eyes. “And we have much to be thankful for.
“The harvest is in, and we are well stocked for the coming winter. Our Farms have grown in size and number this past year. We’ve added another Mill. There are several new Wells that have been dug, and we’ve managed to make it through a year with only one mine collapsing.” A low rumble went around the room. Everyone remembered that.
“We successfully moved the Coking Plants and Smelters to the north, away from the center of town, and there’s some new cobbled Roads. The Trade Office reports a robust business, and every day we elevate our status with Capital Island’s Guilds. Things are going so well, the Fishermen were telling me just the other day that they no longer have to cast their nets—the Fish simply jump into their boats.”
Everyone laughed at the mayor’s joke. Of course, everyone always laughed when the mayor made a joke.
“You may hear some rumors. You may hear the word ‘bandits.’” He frowned in Decker’s direction, as if finding them were somehow the Explorer’s fault. “You may fear for your safety, and for the safety of your families. But rest assured, General Vickers has the matter well in hand, and that we are even now working on improving the weapons we could field against these men, should they prove to be our foes.”
The Exalted One spread his arms and slowly looked around the packed room, delivering the final blessing in a loud, clear voice. “For what we are about to receive, let us truly be thankful.”
And the Settlers ate.
Settler Joe Miller had a few minutes while the wheat was grinding to think about the rumor he had heard. This rumor was very special. He had never heard the like.
The rumor was that "The Great Being in the Sky" might be soon taking a day off for what was called "Thanksgiving Day" in her world. Everyone was saying, "Wow! No new buildings popping up all of a sudden. No change in structures out of the blue. No playing with the settlers lives by sending them to war."
He thought to himself, "Can I believe such a rumor? The Mayor was the one who was suppose to have started this talk so I should be able to believe it. Wow! If it only happened like they say."
Joe said to himself, "I would really be grateful if this was to really happen. Maybe my family and I could enjoy a meal out in the sun in between the grain grinding. I'll have to keep grinding or 'The Great Being' will know something happened while she was gone." Next he laughed quietly to himself, "Hee, Hee, 'The Great Being in the Sky' has never found out--as far as we know-- where the new settlers come from. She doesn't know that we have children that we hide when she is around. She probably would put them to work before they were strong enough to be lifting these bags of grain or the buckets of water my wife carries while dressed up as a man." Laughing again, "Hah, Hah, 'The Great Being' doesn't even know that we have wives." Sighing, he said to himself, "If only the rumor was true."
In a few days, it happened. "The Great Being" checked on the island for a moment and then was gone. She did not stay around like she usually did. Hurray! the settlers went crazy. They didn't care that they didn't have special foods to eat. They just enjoyed being able to work together to cover the chores that had to be done, being able to have their children with them as they did them, and eating as a family in the sun.
The settlers were so grateful to the really large "Great Being in the Sky" for this thing called "Thanksgiving Day" that the small "Great Being" was having. The settlers were also grateful for their children being able to come out in the sun and that their wives could choose to wear dresses or pants. The women didn't have to pretent to be men. "Ah, what a great day that was," the settlers said to each other for a long time after.