Polaris

With the power of Polaris, I declare that we can have a double bridge!

Thank you all for the support on this! It's almost been a whole year since I began writing The Last of DeVengance, and I'm proud to present it to you guys.

Some bits are still the same as the original posts from long ago, which I still intend on improving to help make the story blend nicer. Basically, I had planned the book to only be ten parts, but it kind-of morphed into a 112-page epic somehow. It's the first work that I've been able to fully finish, and it's my pleasure to give it to you guys.

Hope you enjoy it, go check it out on my blog: User blog:Murb281/The Last of DeVengance - A Fanfic | Polytopia Wiki | Fandom

Any Q&A you guys have I'll gladly accept here :)

The rain was pouring hard. The mud was everywhere. Everything was hard to see, because of the fog. Jalim was walking with Ollie, discussing notes about how Exilgeluss came to the square from earth, the crowns, and much more. However, Sierra was not interested in planning. She was stomping in puddles, twirling her hair, eating candy from her bag, and pulling out some was figurine.

She reminded me of someone…

Then it hit me. She looks like a younger version of Ollie, but her fidgitness and hyperness reminded me of… well, me. Then It struck me like a chord. It sounded so true it was almost music. Truesic, even. What struck me? Sierra might look like a kid that me and Ollie would have.

Woah.

I never thought about having kids before. I never dream about having kids. I’m Asexual, and I’m a Vengir. Everyday, I’m just trying to survive. But I could see her as my own child, looking like Ollie, and having a personality like me, striking down enemies with magic camels and stepping and jumping up and down in muddy puddles. Huh.

I must have been staring at her, because she looked at me with a dirty look. “What?” “Nothing,” I said. “Were you listening,” Jalim tugged my shirt. “No, I mean yes. What?” “Sebastian,” Ollie said. “Explaining things to you Is like lecturing a Rhino-Pig.” “Hey, don’t start with me,” I snapped at her. “Whatever. We were just saying we need to combine our attacks.” “Combine our attacks…” I checked my pocket…and Vengence wasn’t there. Vengence doesn’t usually reappeared back my hand or backpack, but now, I was sure it’s not gonna come back. I didn’t want to admit how nervous that made me.

“Wait! I just figured something out! Something that we can combine our attacks with,” Ollie said. She had one of her lightbulb moments. “Sierra, what was that spell you used when we fought the Xin-Kai spirit? The one with the ka-boom?” “That? It’s called…” Sierra stopped herself. “Well, I can’t really say it without making you blow up, so I’ll just write it.” She took out a piece of papyrus and ink and quill, because using pen and paper would be very un-Yaddakian. She wrote the words on the paper: YA-LAK.

“That’s a good spell,” Jalim said. “I could give you the hieroglyph for it…” “No need,” Ollie said. “The phrase literally means explode” “More or less,” Sierra said. “Anyways,” Ollie said. “Sierra, would you be ever so kind and give me another piece of paper?”

“Papyrus,”

“Right. Papyrus. Sorry.” Sierra then gave a piece of Papyrus to Ollie, and she began writing something, using her backpack as a makeshift desk. “Ollie? What are you doing,” I said. “Cause if you’re messing with exploding words…” “No worries,” Ollie said. “I know what I’m doing.” She then wrote a word in Ancient Vengirian.

IJɨĪĿĺNɸœŠ

Being dyslexic, I’m lucky I can recognize English words, but being Vengir, Ancient Vengirian is sort of hardwired in my brain. “Ij-Lin-Noes,” I pronounced. “Blast?” “Closest term I can think of,” Ollie said. “Literally, it means strike with lightning bolt.” “Oooooh… I love striking things with lightning bolts,” Sierra said, intrigued. “So, why use that word, and use the…other explody word,” I said.

“Well,” Sierra said, “The normal divine word is the normal divine ka-boom­. If we put the hieroglyph, or in this case the word, on the scroll, you can store the magic for later. You can read the words on the scroll and throw it at whatever you want to explode. If you do that…Well, more ka-boom with less effort.” “But be careful,” Jalim said, “If you use the magic on the scroll, the scroll will burn up, and you can no longer use the magic on that scroll. Unless you know how to speak divine words, then…”

“No thanks,” I said. “The last thing I need is know how to use magic words. So, why do we need to use that scroll?” “If we can give the Yaddakian scroll to Ollie,” Sierra said, “And shell give her Vengirian scroll to me, we have a nice combination. I mean, a Yaddak using a Vengirian scroll and a Vengir using a Yaddakian scroll…The look on Exilgeluss’s face would be priceless.”

“I can only hope so,” I said. “But what about me? I’m the one without a sword!” “Well,” Jalim said. “We can have you use magical divine words of power.” “Wait a minute, brother dear,” Sierra stopped Jalim for a second. “Give him your wand.”

“Why?” We both said that in unison “Oh, just do it, brother dear,” She told Jalim. “Ollie, do you know what happened when I gave you my wand when we fought the Xini-Kai spirit?” “Right!” Ollies eyes lit up. “When I grabbed the wand, it turned into an Iron dagger, like the one I have back home!” “See?” Sierra gave Jalim an eyebrow. “I don’t have to have many ideas to be intelligent.”

Jalim snorted and handed me his wand. When I grabbed it, It shocked me so hard I fell to my knees, and my eyes were starting to water. If felt like I was grabbing electrical cables that were turned on. “Oh, and by the way,” Sierra said, “This might hurt.” “Thanks,” I said through my gritted teeth. “Little late on the warning.” Then, I started to close my eyes.

When I opened them, I was holding a sword that definitely wasn’t Vengence. “What in the evermoving tarnation is this?” “That is called an Alois. It’s the sword that Polaris would use,” Jalim said. “Isn’t yours also an Alois?” I said that with concern, and Jalim looked at me and frowned.

“Mines an Aliko. What your holding is an Alois. I’ve seen it in museums. It’s the Polarsian version of the Yaddakian sword. The Polaris wanted to have a better army and learn how to use divine words but failed. They also wanted to control the gods, and that also failed. Try using it.” I sliced it through the sky. “It feels like I’m fencing with a meat cleaver, but it’ll have to do.”

“Anyways,” Ollie said. “Jalim, lets trade. I’ll try your Aliko, you try my Oumajian Hood.” Ollie then gave her hood to Jalim. Jalim then put the hood on his head. “Woah, ok. I’m invisible, am I?” “You look better then ever, brother dear,” Sierra said. “very funny,” Jalim said. Then, a strike of red lightning came from the other side of the mountain. “How about we charge a little faster,” I said. Everyone nodded. We then headed to the other side, a little faster.

*Sorry this took me so long, a lot of this took a lot of brainwork and thinking to create*

It was a nightmare, the worst she had ever experienced. Everything was frozen, her body, her breath, even her very thoughts. All she could hear was a kind of deep hymn, repeating itself again and again as it rang out through the darkness. Until from that darkness came two eerie orange balls of flame, as if they were eyes piercing into her mind. Slowly, a skull of sorts began to emerge, adorned by a pair of icy horns. Yes, it was the source of the song, the song that chilled Wendir's blood. Soon, she heard inside her head, soon our time will come. Soon…

Wendir shot up in an instant, her mind frazzled from the intensity of the dream. Taking in a few deep breaths, she looked around, noticing that the cold icy landscape was now outside a round window adjacent from her. Heck, she was in a bed with a roaring fire as company. How did she end up here? Then she noticed it, the horned helmet resting on the carved mantelpiece, the humongous fur rug sprawled out beside the bed, and the spilled cups of sour liquor littering the hardwood floor. This was her absolute worst nightmare, far scarier than a silly talking skull. Bardur.

Hearing the creaking of a door behind her, she jumped out of bed and rummaged her pockets for the object. But...where was it? It was hers! Those stupid Bardurians must have taken it. Sneaky darn Bardurians, always snatching stuff right under people's noses. Boy, were they going to pay…

As soon as the man walked into the bedroom, he was surprised to encounter Wendir, who was trying to tackle him down. "Hold it, hold it!" he tried saying, but Wendir was in a frenzy. No Bardurian was going to ruin her Hoodrick pride!

Wait, she wasn't Hoodrick. She was a Vengirian. All those silly xenophobic rules the Hoodrick had no longer applied to her. Calming down, she backed away from the man, who looked pretty unfazed in his long fur trenchcoat from the attack. "Thank you," he said, walking over to the fire place, "normally people who get up from frost fever usually don't stop."

"Oh," Wendir replied, a little confused, "You mean hypothermia, right?"

"No, frost fever," the man said, sitting down on the rug, "we've been getting a bunch of wind from the Polaris Plateau lately. Funny stuff happens up there. Some even say it's so cold that even time slows down. As a result, unnaturally cold days even by our standards have been happening a lot recently. The grass hasn't shown for almost seven years now."

"Interesting," Wendir said, getting back onto the bed, "What exactly is frost fever then?"

"To be honest, nothing within the tower of knowledge has been able to explain such things," he replied, "However, I've observed a bunch of similarities in those who catch it."

"Like what?"

"Well, first they go crazy, as if their brains aren't working right. Then they start praising this Gaami thingamabobber. After that, they use all means necessary to get on top of the plateau."

"That’s odd," Wendir said, fingering a cup off the floor, "I kind-of went nuts because I'm- well I used to be Hoodrick anyway."

"I'm not surprised," he replied, "In all my time here, I've seen only one decent Hoodrick. Some man named Elook."

"Elook?" Wendir exclaimed, her position changing from relaxed to sitting up, "He's my Dada!"

The man laughed, "There’s no way," he said, "He's probably in his 90s. By the Jarl, he could be your great grandfather!"

"I'm adopted."

"That would explain why the heck a Hoodrick girl was carrying this," he said, taking out that strange object from his coat pocket, "which tells me you're older than you look. You're lucky I was the one who found you."

"How do you know?" she asked, snatching the object from him.

"I know a bit more than you, I believe," he replied, fiddling for something else inside his pocket. Finding it, he grasped his hand around it and pulled out a small bottle of yellow liquid. "Want some?" he offered, tipping the bottle in her direction.

"Um...what exactly is that?" Wendir asked, seeing a mess of pine needles being bounced around by small little bubbles inside whatever it was.

"Ullefurgh!" the man exclaimed, popping the cap off the bottle and pouring it into one of the cups, "Best drink the Square has to offer these days!"

"Then no thank you," Wendir quickly said. She had heard too much about how gross ullefurgh was, whether it was from one of those other Hoodrick blokes or from the occasional visitor who wanted a taste of quissberry pie. Shrugging, the man started to practically inhale his drink, gulping it so loud that it made her feel somehow more uncomfortable.

"So...who are you?" she asked.

"Olaf Tofark, at your service," he replied, whipping his drink off his face, "My family is related to yours, but that bit of giant in your line didn't pass down."

"What do you mean?" Wendir asked. Part giant?! Sure, she was slightly taller than the average polytopian, but there was no way. Those guys were numbskulls, having absolutely no mind of their own

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"How old are you?" Olaf asked, pouring himself another glass.

"Uh...fifty-one," she replied, "What does that have to do with-" Then it clicked in her head. Giants could live for thousands of years, standing guard over the ruins of the first people for centuries on end without aging a bit, "So I’m practically immortal?"

"Not exactly, no," he responded, then started gulping down his second glass of ullefurgh. Oh, that gulping and slurping noise was so disgusting, far worse than a hooxe munching on hay.

"Could you not?" Wendir asked, quite done with watching Olaf's guzzling.

Finishing, Olaf continued, "On average, someone of your lineage can live for almost seven hundred years. And even when you die naturally, you'll still look pretty young."

"But what exactly is my lineage?" she asked, "Where the heck am I from?"

"Well, that's where things get complicated for you," Olaf replied, "You see, you come from this DeVengeance family who had ruled Vengir since who knows when."

"Like…" Wendir started, not wanting to let the rest sink in, but she continued anyway, "Jesfindle DeVengeance?"

"Bingo!" Olaf bellowed, "That man was your father! Hence you have one of the Shards."

"So basically I'm an evil princess," Wendir replied, fidgeting with the object in her hand. She had heard of the Shards before, a gift given to the twelve polytopian tribes of the Square to designate those fit to rule. But those were fairy tales, no more than something you'd tell children. But then again, she wouldn’t have had believed dragons existed unless one hadn't flown right over her head back home.

"Not necessarily," Olaf replied, "Before your father took the throne, Vengirians were pretty good natured. They generally chose to mourn instead of celebrating, but when they did party, it was amazing. They'd also share their technological advancements with everyone else too. They were the ones who designed the catapult and the lightweight broadsword, as well as brewed the best brandy out there. Man, those old bottles of ashtree brandy are worth a fortune around here."

"So you’re saying that I can 'reboot' Vengir to its former glory and fix all the bridges they burned with everyone else?" Wendir said, laughing at how silly that sounded, "Yeah, the chances of that happening are pretty low."

"Hey, don't go hard on yourself," Olaf said, standing up, "Take a while to relax here in Rølin. As they say, it wasn’t built in a day."

"Hold on, I'm in Rølin?!" Wendir exclaimed, standing up as well and running to the window. Looking down, she could see level after level of the wooden towers with their shingled roofs, connected by layer after layer of boardwalks. Bustling around were hundreds of people in their fur attire, talking, laughing, and drinking ullefurgh. Way down below, she could see one of the enormous bærons, accompanied by its warrior companion in proper Bardur armor, who was enjoying being brushed. Then she looked up, and, well, it was more of the same. More buildings and more walkways stacked on top of each other. Then there was the capital spire, at the far corner of the city, beaming out as the morning sun casted its rays upon its golden top. Beside it was what appeared to be a small park, and next door to that a little white workshop.

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" Olaf asked, noticing the look of awe on Wendir's face. But she didn't reply, as something else had caught her eye, way off in the distance past the smoke of the workshop chimney, up on a mountain ridge that almost blended into the clouds. It towered on two legs, donning a long black cloak and massive icy antlers. And...were those orange glowing eyes looking at her? She blinked, and the figure was no longer there. Who knows, maybe it was just her imagination.

Aquarion: Have an increased quantity of fish and start of with fishing.

Vengir: I have two ideas, one more radical than the other.

1) Have a normal quantity of one tier one resource, and maybe even force at least two to spawn. Game/wild animals would probably fit in with the wasteland theme best.

2) Make Vengir start of with mining rather than smithery, but still give them a swordsman at the beginning.

Cymanti: Make the poison defence reduction go on top of defence bonuses, not override them. For example, if a unit is in a city wall and they are poisoned, make the defence boost 4*0.8 (3.2) not 0.8.

Oumaji: Force spawn at least two fruit.

Polaris: Nerf Gaamis in some way as their autofreeze skill makes them so OP. Maybe reduce their defence or max HP.

Elyrion: Nerf Polytaurs, as they give Elyrion a huge advantage early game. Increase their price to 3 stars or reduce their HP to 10 i think,

1. spread out capture and get philosophy

2. get swordsmen

3. capture cities like hell

4. get archery and defense

5. try not attacking anyone and getting allies

6. explore

7. build attack groups when persuading an enemy

8. surround yourself with defenders or something

9. build armies

10. betray and win

GOLDEN RULE: No warriors allowed. they are pity

SECOND GOLDEN RULE: Follow steps in order

Hey, I played some pvp versus polaris players and I found out, that I don't really know a good way to fight back against the combination of ice-archers and Gaami.

The best I could come up with were to use catapults and than spam knights as soon as the ice bridges over to my citys. This is though a pretty bad strategy and usually ends with my defeat. So I ask you, how can I defeat polaris?

(Tridention also seem quite effektive, but I can't just always play aquarion)