Timemaster

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Seeing that he's almost all alone, the assassin considered his chances. Wounded, tired and outnumbered, it didn't look good for him. At all. With a look towards the leader, he steeled himself. This was his job. This was his mission. Nothing else mattered.

Attack

1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13, Partial Success]

He lunged forward towards Fyr, angry at the death of his unit and managed to strike Fyr in the arm, a mere cut but a symbol of what's to come.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

The Arena

Galaxor & Terilu and whoever else follows

Can I show them how it’s done?

Galaxor genuinely looked confused at Gadri when he mentioned “sand”. It was a word that he never heard of. Hot like yellow snow, a bad taste like it and definitely yellow. All this pointed to Galaxor that this sand thing was in fact yellow snow, just a different variety of it.

“Sand. You call yellow snow, sand. Make sure you don’t eat it, it’s very dry! HA! HA! HA!” laughed Galaxor, trying to hide the fact that he did try to eat the sand to see how it tasted and he was very displeased with it.

Before anyone else could say anything, the small bat-creature from before started flying towards him and…sat down on his shoulder. Stopping abruptly, Galaxor turned his head and looked at it and for the first time noticed that Terilu was not a human with wings and weird hair, but a different race altogether. Not that it mattered, they were all Little Folk, as they were called by the Clans. It was just that some were more little than the others and more weirdly looking.

“"Come on, my gigantic friend," Terilu says to Galaxor, "let us go onward, somewhere! I'm sure we'll find something more interesting to do in this great city than follow this poor dwarf around. I've heard they have an arena here. Let's some of us go and bet on a fight or something!"

“Aye! Aye! Let’s go on then. Arenas are fun. Do you think I can join? Squashing dwarves is funny. HA! HA! ” said Galaxor before waving at the group and going in a different direction, looking around for the arena.

After a few steps, Galaxor looked behind and raised his voice a bit, so that the others in the group could hear him “Ivraan, you coming? Fun things happening in this direction. Maybe some booze, eh? ”

Turning towards Terilu, he asked in what he wanted to be a quiet voice.

“Apologies, little one, but I never caught your name and…what are you again? Not human or dwarf, I think. Unless you people do come in different varieties besides being small. ” asked Galaxor in his curious and extra loud voice before continuing to walk.

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Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

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Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

The Lost Village Of Foreverspring - Chapter Two

Veneficus Malum And River

I’m ALIVE...and hungry

Veneficus awoke with a start, his body ached from the bruises acquired during the chaotic events in the village. Coughing up water, he found himself sprawled on the side of a makeshift raft, a section of a building that had somehow ended up floating in the river. The air carried the scent of dampness, and the gentle sway of the raft beneath him added a disorienting rhythm to his senses.
As Veneficus struggled to sit up, he looked around to figure out where he was.

The once-familiar village was now nowhere in sight, the burning remnants and chaos replaced by a different, serene river landscape and all around it, desert. He squinted his eyes, hoping to see the familiar silhouette of the Tree of Life from Arbor in the distance, but it was absent. The landscape had changed, and he couldn't even discern the direction he had come from.

The realisation dawned upon him that he was nowhere near the village. The absence of the Tree of Life and the unfamiliar surroundings left him scared. Very, scared. He sat down on his “boat” and cried. Cried for what seemed like hours. Cried for the death of the people he knew, even if he hated them. Cried for the loss of the only thing he knew and he cried upon realising that now, he was never going to be bullied anymore by those kids. It was truly a strange thing to cry, he realised. He wished those kids dead for many, many years and now that they were gone, Veneficus realised he would miss them, as they were undoubtedly dead.

Cautiously standing on his makeshift raft, Veneficus tried to get his bearings once more. The absence of the village's smoke and the changed landscape made it clear that he had drifted far from Arbor. The memory of the Outer Beasts' roars and the burning village felt like a distant nightmare in this new, unfamiliar reality as different sounds could be heard from around him. Desert monsters, more outer beasts or civilization? Veneficus didn’t know.

As Veneficus continued drifting on his makeshift raft, the tranquillity of the river was suddenly shattered by a disturbance in the water. A strange movement caught his eye, and he peered over the edge of the raft to see a school of enormous worm-fish. Each creature was about three metres long, resembling elongated white worms with distinctive flippers on their sides, resembling fish.

Curious, Veneficus observed their synchronised movements, but his attention was soon diverted as the worm-fish abruptly changed direction, their focus fixed on a larger, more menacing figure in the water. A shark-like creature with long wings glided through the river, desperately trying to evade the relentless pursuit of the worm-fish.

The worm-fish, with their streamlined bodies, swiftly closed in on the winged shark. As the winged shark tried to escape, one of the worm-fish surged forward, opening its mouth wide, revealing hundreds of small, razor-sharp teeth. Veneficus watched in awe and horror as the worm-fish clamped down on the winged shark, its green blood mixing with the river's currents.

The water soon became murky and green as the worm-fish tore into their catch. Bits of meat and greenish blood were thrown into the air, creating a bloody show. Some of the torn flesh flew through the air, and Veneficus, quick to seize the opportunity, started catching bits of meat as they flew above the water.

As he observed the feeding frenzy of the worm-fish, Veneficus understood very fast that the river is not safe and he should definitely NOT go into the water. The river, now stained with the remnants of the winged shark's demise, guided him towards a bend where the waterway took a sudden turn.

Lost in the aftermath of the feeding frenzy, Veneficus was abruptly jolted from his observations as the raft surged forward. The swift current, combined with his distraction, propelled the raft faster than he expected. Before he could react, the raft collided with the riverbank, the impact sending a shock through his body.

Veneficus, now clinging to the raft, found himself stranded at the edge of the river. The abrupt stop left him disoriented. Glancing around, he realised that he was ashore. As he prepared to continue his journey on foot, the memory of the weird underwater encounter lingered in his mind. The ferocity of the worm-fish, and the unpredictable nature of the river had become clear reminders that his quest for survival in this unfamiliar realm would be filled with challenges. With renewed resolve, Veneficus embarked on the next phase of his journey, uncertain of what lay ahead but ready to face the mysteries of the river.

Summary

Veneficus wakes up on a make-shift raft and realises that he is very far away from home. He becomes sad and cries for a while as he understands that all he has known is now forever gone. With hunger on his mind, he notices worm-fish in the water going after what seemed to be a shark with wings. These worm-fish catch the shark-like creature and in their frenzy, throw bits of meat in the air which Veneficus eats.

We end with Veneficus, unwillingly hitting the riverbank with the boat and him setting off on foot. Back in the direction he came from.

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Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

The Great Migration

The Goblin Underground’s Destruction

Galbar is shaking

Deep, deep underground at the Library, Galaxor marvelled at the collar. He studied it again and again, trying to discern how it worked yet that knowledge seemed impossible even for him to understand. There was nothing that could be determined as a source of power, no divine energy radiating out of it.

Eventually, after many weeks spent in almost isolation, Galaxor finally came out of his sanctuary with the collar put around the Cosmic Destroyer. Always good to have it on hand and it wasn't as if anyone could take it without also taking the CD.

Teleporting over to the GU, Galaxor immediately noticed a massive issue or better said, a size issue. There were goblins…everywhere. The whole city was packed tight with travellers, merchants and residents.

After a few words with Maxima, Galaxor's thoughts were proved correct. The Goblin Underground was officially overcrowded. Even the Orb of Air that Galaxor first created seemed to struggle with the amount of breathable air that was needed to support the population. A few days later, Maxima begged Galaxor to help. This was too much. People were blocked on the streets, miners delayed and worst of all, the Cornucopia’s delivery route was destroyed in a cave in.

‘Thus came the first time Galaxor used the Collar of the Underground. Teleporting somewhere far enough from the Goblin Underground, the divine being put the collar on and the familiar feeling of knowing everything under Galbar came once more. Every living being, every rock, mineral and precious stone. All was under his command.

With a great explosion of power, millions of blocks of rocks, different minerals, gemstones and what not, started to vibrate and expunge a dark brown light for a few seconds. Shortly after everything touched by the dark brown light started to melt and mould into buildings, walls, towers and everything else the Goblin Underground might need. The new city sprawled over 6 different levels of the underground with great stairwells linking each level but also side tunnels which allowed travel for carts, merchants etc.

As the cave’s roof started to crack, it soon found itself supported by massive pillars, the underground rivers were diverted into one single stream to form an enclosed sea, albeit a small one. The city's architecture reflected the diversity of the materials moulded by Galaxor – blocks of rocks, various minerals, gemstones, and more, all transformed into functional structures. Towering buildings, walls, and towers emerged, forming a complex network of interconnected spaces. On the roof of the caves, crystals shone with light cascading the whole of the Obsidian Reach in a blue-ish light.

The tunnels connecting different levels and districts were lined with bioluminescent plants that emitted a soft, calming glow. The tunnels not only provided efficient transit but also served as enchanting pathways, creating an underground network that embraced both functionality and aesthetics.

The great migration began afterwards and the new city of the Goblin Underground was created.

Goblin artisans adorned the walls with intricate murals that depicted the history, myths, and achievements of the Goblin Underground. These murals served as both decorative elements and educational tools, celebrating the life of The Dominion and their great leader, Maxima.

With the excess power, walls were built around the Pool of Knowledge and groups of goblins stayed behind to forever guard it. The earthquakes soon followed. With a city that size and a display of power that big, it was impossible for them not to. While the new city was protected, mostly, by Galaxor’s power, the whole of Galbar would soon feel them. Cracks in the ground appeared in many places and new tunnels towards the surface appeared.

This new city would later be called Obsidian Reach due to the dark black rocks that were everywhere. But that wasn’t the only change that would come with the new city. Galaxor long has pondered and thought of a new name for Goblin Underground but nothing seemed to stick. No matter what he’d choose, he would the next day find reasons as to why they shouldn’t be called like that.

One name eventually stuck. The Dominion.

Yet, there was one more problem. Time. The city was too big to be contained in one timeline which could cause an interesting problem. Deciding against simply pinning the whole city in time, Galaxor blessed the greatest craftspeople of the Dominion with the knowledge that would allow them to create devices that would anchor them into one timeline.

Summary

Galaxor tries again to understand the collar but he can’t. Giving up, he goes to the GU and notices a major issue. Overpopulation. Deciding he must intervene, once more, he uses his newfound powers to create Obsidian Reach and ‘thus the Dominion. Obsidian Reach is a massive, multi-leveled city. Sadly, its creation causes earthquakes all over Galbar, some places feeling it worse than others. Also, a small sea has been created underground.

The Great Migration begins and most of the GU slowly moves into the new city with high hopes. A village-worth of people stay behind to guard the Pool of Wisdom, sparking the creation of a bordertown…in the future.

Lastly, Galaxor also gives the Dominion the knowledge of how to create devices which keep them locked in a specific timeline.

MP

Available - 16

-6 MP (+6 boosted by Knowledge and Underground) to create the Obsidian Reach superstructure. It’s a city that spans over 6 levels, it has a sea on its side. Hundreds of crystals are hanging on the ceiling to create a blue light over OR. Bioluminescence plants cover the tunnels to give natural light to them.

-1MP (+1 Boosted by time + 1 boosted by knowledge) - to bless the Dominion with the knowledge on how to create artefacts that can lock a person in a timeline. These devices will be called Time Anchors.
They also learned a way to use the abundance of precious materials they have to strengthen walls, buildings, foundations etc by melting them and the last but not the least, they've been taught how to create a machinery that stops the flow of time around organic matter, provided that the organic matter is small and not mortal.

Remaining - 8

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

The Dinnin Lands Of Sand

Ivraan and the Giant

Drinking, Fighting and Sand!

A few hours later at the caravan's tavern

“And there I was! Staring death itself in its small eyes and it was afraid! Then I JUMPED with a ROAR and single handedly destroyed the throne! HA! HA! HA!” shouted Galaxor between large gulps of dwarven ale as he regaled the story of how he defeated the necromancer. His words were mostly slurred and way too loud, as 6 other barrels laid empty next to him.

The crowd roared in laughter and amazement of the story that the resident giant regaled them and if they suspected or knew he embellished the story a bit, they didn't show it.

“O, o, o! I got one for you! Fresh! ” Galaxor shouted again over the crowd as he started singing:

“In the tomb of death,
I, Galaxor, stepped into impending doom.
Axe gripped tightly, heart pounding with cheer,
A necromancer's lair, where dread drew near.

With a roar like thunder, I charged without fear,
Slaying skeletrons, their demise drawing near.
Bones shattered beneath my relentless axe,
Leaving no trace of the undead in that desolate space.

The necromancer quivered, his dark powers fading,
My laughter echoed, victory's tune serenading.
So I raise my barrel high, a toast to triumph so grand only I could achieve it! ”

Ivraan stood besides Galaxor as he was singing, a new glorious battle scar on his shoulder where he was hit by the Wraith, his first of many he had hoped. He let Galaxor revel in his glory, fully aware of how he had embellished the story a bit. Ivraan too was drinking ale like water, but somehow wasn’t showing the signs Galaxor was. When the ballad was over Ivraan raised his mug in the air for a toast. ”Hear! Hear! For triumph!”

After a little, a curious dwarf would come up to Ivraan asking him if it was true what Galaxor told them. Ivraan gave a light chuckle; ”Well, yes indeed it is true what Galaxor said. You should have seen him, his massive figure and his axe battering down upon the throne. The cries of anguish by the necromancer who was unable to stop him. I mean that was due to me and a new guy Terilu who weakened him. But without Galaxor we would be majorly fucked.”

As the evening went later and later, and the morning sun came and the ale kept flowing and flowing some got more rowdy and rowdy until a dwarf challenged Ivraan or Galaxor to a fist fight stating that they had to prove their stories true with a fight. Because there was no way they could win against so many undead if they couldn’t even beat him. Ivraan suspected jealousy and chuckled. He looked over his shoulder and saw Galaxor still hammered and thus decided to step up. Whilst he himself wasn’t in the best of shapes he could if need be clean up the alcohol rather quickly. There was however no need, as the dwarfs stubby arms couldn’t even connect with Ivraan. He chuckled and said; ”Are you even trying to hit me. Man you are slow.” That infuriated the dwarf even more. Ivraan smiled, he had totally proven his point and thus now it was time to unleash havoc; ”BAAAR BRAAAWWWLLLL!” This basically unleashed a bevy of drunken dwarves like a dam had broken down and water gushed down the river.

After a few more barrels, Galaxor finally realised that Ivraan was fighting with someone, not that Galaxor could see what. Not only was he drunk, unusually so after only a few barrels, but the dwarf was just too small.

And then he heard the words ”BAAAR BRAAAWWWLLLL!” and Galaxor sprang into action. Stumbling once or twice, he was just about to squish someone when, maybe for the better, realised that it wasn’t his place to fight the pilgrims. It wasn’t as if they were a threat for him and he really couldn’t pull his punches.

Going right next to Ivraan, Galaxor sat down and said “Don’t wanna kill’em but I can knock’em back. ” before proving his words as he “gently” tapped an incoming fighter on the chest, throwing him back a few metres.

Ivraan just started belly laughing at Galaxor finger flicking away dwarves. Honestly, the drunken dwarves really couldn’t touch Ivraan, their swings were maybe the most telegraphed thing since well.. The telegraph. It didn’t help their case that their arms would barely reach him. Ivraan was casually drinking from his tankard and dodging trying to exhaust the dwarves. This seemed to work at the very least on some. Slowly but surely the dwarves would start sitting back down and started cheering instead of fighting themselves. Honestly the tavern wagon was chaos, tables had been run over, chairs had been flung and there was a few centimeters of beer on the floor. Nonetheless the atmosphere within was great, everyone was having a laugh.

At one point Ivraan stood up; ” Alright lads n lasses, that’s it for me I’m going back to my wagon and sleep. It was fun, let's do this again!” The other patrons who would continue raised their mugs, tankards, and barrels in a cheer as Ivraan left. He went back to his own wagon, chucked his clothes over a chair and ploffed onto his bed, and was gone.

Minutes passed as Galaxor, in a dazed, knocked down dwarf after dwarf as he laughed at the tiny creatures, ‘alas, Ivraan had to stop his fun. Groaning, Galaxor shouted, a very slurred

“Oh, shut it, younglin’!” before downing a whole barrel in one big gulp and then dropping on the ground, deep asleep. His snores waking up even the most drunk dwarves or pilgrims that somehow managed to avoid the chaos.

A few hours later, he’d find himself on the back of a wagon pulled by some very tired animals. A massive headache raging in, Galaxor jumped off the cart and realised that they were out of the forest already and somewhere else. Not exactly understanding where he was and with the headache doing his head in, he decided to fix the one issue he could. The hangover. ‘Thus, Galaxor made his way to the tavern wagon…only to see it closed for repairs.

With a roar of frustration, the angry giant started moving forwards with the caravan, trying to catch a glimpse of their next destination with great hopes of new exotic alcohol he could try.

The day after came, Ivraan woke up without a hangover. He had a massive secret, he never got one, ain’t that nice. As he peeked outside the window he saw that the Caravan had moved, the once vibrant forest had been replaced by an endless sea of sand.

The homeland of the Dinnin, master artificers, craftsmen, and well slavers. Ivraan had run into them during his travels with the Caravan and back home at the tavern his family-owned. He never had any problems with them and actually heard a great deal of stories from a regular back home. He was really enthusiastic when he realised they'd arrived there, his explorers’ spirit brimming with passion. Luckily the Caravan had a few resident standout Dinnin, one of whom was gathering folks to take with them into the clanhold. Ivraan luckily caught up with the group which now consisted of Terilu, Gadri, and Ryt. ” Mind if I tag along for the ride? Honestly, I’m really hyped to explore and what better way than with a guide right?”

When Galaxor finally saw the sea of sand, he was first confused, then the heat hit them and he was angry. For a Stone Giant living up on the mountains at freezing temperatures his whole life, the heat of the desert was just unbearable. If he could sweat, Galaxor would’ve definitely created small rivers behind wherever he walked.

“Stone King, grant me strength, WHAT IS THIS HEAT!?” he shouted out loud, making a few pilgrims, the ones more used to the desert, laugh at his clear discomfort.

Eventually, arriving at the Dinnin settlement, Galaxor saw Ivraan joining a group of pilgrims going into it. Embracing his mission, Galaxor ran towards them and without asking for permission to join them, asked out loud with a genuine and confused tone:

“Guys, got one for you. What’s this yellow snow that we keep stepping on? It’s HOT! ”

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

While attacking one of the exploding assassins, Ashe saw how the other one's tattoos flared up like the one that destroyed the bar. Taking a deep breath, she threw her side-dagger at the assassin and...

roll

1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = Critical Success

Hit the assassin right in the head, killing him on the spot. But with her attention momentarily distracted, she didn't notice the punch that came from the one she was fighting initially.

Mechanic

-1 to attack rolls for 3 turns being dazed.

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