[center][h3]Castle fit for a Jim[/h3] (turn 2) [/center] Times had been tough for ol Jim the magnificent. See, his turtle escape from the treehouse dungeon had gone off without a hitch but, unfortunately, what had come after had been the tricky bit. Namly he’d found it hard to set up shop again anywhere, as any time he did, pesky [adventurers] would show up, chasing his legend and the fame that bringing him down would bring. Well that or the tale of his monsters had spread through the darkwoods and not one tribe had any interest in having Jim and his undead hordes as a neighbor. It had been fun at first, but being on the run and having less and less time to regain his forces had gotten old, and then, dangerous. He’d had a few close calls… and then one time everything had gone black, and he’d woken up somewhere entirely different. Sat on a throne in a treasure stuffed castle in the mountains, and surrounded by a pile of needle faced Nagna corpses. Oh, and one other thing. He was now a level 1 [necromancer] [img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/017/416/962/4k/kamila-szutenberg-07-2019.jpg?1555914602[/img] Time had passed since then and he’d managed to get back on his feet. His hordes had grown, at first made of the odd beasts that wandered into the desolate mountains, and then after he had consolidated his forces, he had raided from the deserts, woods, and bizarre bloody marsh that touched the mountain range his castle sat in for corpses. This of course got the attention of the locals, and he was very much expecting [adventurers] to come a knocking to face him, stop his attacks/grave robbing and steal the booty his home was stuffed with. As such, when a thumping came at the gates of his caslte, he was both unsurprised and well prepared. He arrayed his minions ahead of him in the long entryway, weak zombies at the front, undead monsters in the middle, his two [apprentice necromancers] he’d picked up from the desert behind those and then he himself standing above them all dramatically “Nyeheheh! So, the fools come at last! Well I've learned from my mistakes! No starting out my forces! Today they face my full might all at once! We will see who will get the best of who this time!” he declared as the banging grew louder, and louder. And then it stopped. And then the door caught fire. And then a massive scaly head smashed through it and into the room. “W-w-what” Jim stammered as he looked up and up and beheld the monster that invited itself into his realm, stepping over the burning wreckage of the door and into the entry hall. Embers slope off of its bright red scales, and its mighty horns and wings almost scraped the ceiling of the grand entryway. “Hmmm. Well this is strange. Then again. This big cave was already stange and alluring so…” the beast said before going “hmm” again and looking down with its amber eyes to find some zombies had walked over and started uselessly whaling at its scaly legs. “shoo shoo” the dragon said as it effortlessly swatted them away. “What…. What are you!?” Jim demanded to know of the beast, which turned its head and informed him simply “I’m a dragon” before adding “now if you excuse me, I smelled treasure, hmmmmm, that way” And with that the dragon started stomping through Jim’s hordes, the [necromancer] backing up as his cowardly ex-bandit [apprentices] cowered behind him. It ignored all three and pushed deeper into the castle, leaving a trail of ruined undead in its wake. Jim stood there shocked for a bit, and then shouted, “Hey wait, come back!” and ran after the dragon. His two apprentices looked at eachother, and then decided to leg it in the opposite direction. Out the castle they went and they didn’t stop till they got back to the desert. Back in castle du la Jim its master was haranguing the uninvited guest “What is the meaning of this? You can't just come in here and ignore me! Me! The amazing indestructible awe inspiring Jim!” he insisted, and yet was still ignored. The dragon was far more interested in a set of locked doors “mmm, ahhh there. Behind there” it said and proceeded to wreck that set as well and unveiled a beautiful sight: the motherload of the castle’s treasure, stacked up in the vault “oooooh. Sooo shiny” the dragon marveled at the gold and jewels piled within, and then immediately moved in to scoop up a calw full “and so much. I’lll have to come back” “Come back? Hey! What does an overgrown lizard even want with gold and jewels anyway!” Jim shouted “Lizard? Lizard!” the dragon snarled and turned its snout on the [necromancer] and blew smoke in his face “I am a dragon! Dra-gon! Got it?” “Yes yes yes. Of course of course. Dragon. My mistake” Jim replied, only somewhat intimidated “But, ah, my question still stands” “Hmf. Dragons collect things. It is what we do. You must know that” the dragon informed him dismissively “Well… I do now. So you all collect jewels and things?” Jim asked “Well, I do. The others made fun of me for collecting something there is so little off, but who is laughing now!” The dragons declared, giving off a booming laugh that caused the castles halls to shake and the gold to dance and chink like music to its ears. “So… how big exactly was your collection?” Jim asked, getting the start of an idea. “Hmm? Oh. well. Only a claw full really. Less, if I am behind honest” it replied, clearly a bit embarrassed about this fact “Well. how about this. How about instead of going back and forth hauling this treasure to your drab cave you just go there once, fetch it, and then set up shop here!” Jim offered “Hmmm” the dragon hummed. It did sound easier. And the castle was definitely nicer than its cave. There was just one issue “but how do I know you won't just steal it when I am away… ah. Wait. I know I'll just kill you!” “No no wit wait wait” Jim held out his hand and shook them rapidly as if he could ward off the raised claw about to squish him “I can help you! I was just guarding the gold, I wouldn't steal it! I can make sure others don't instead” “Why would I trust you? Or need you? Nothing can face a dragon” it gloated “Think about it. Hundreds of extra eyes looking out for thieves instead of just your two. Trust me, you’ll need them. There’s nasty [adventurers] about, and breaking into places, killing everything inside and stealing anything not nailed down is their whole thing. And if they can't kill everything by attacking head on they’ll sneak in when you are asleep” “Hmmm. That does sound like a nuisance” the dragon agreed “Oh yes for certain. Plus, they’re my sworn enemies!” Jim declared with a raised fist, before reassuring the dragon “and that is why you can trust me. Together we will see off any nasty [adventurers] and keep this castle and the treasure safe as can be” “Hmmm. And what do you get out of this?” the Dragon asked “Well a terrifying dragon friend of course. Who wouldn't want that?” “Hmmm” the dragon thought for a long moment and then agreed “deal” “Excellent! With you and me, side by side, those fools won’t stand a chance, nyeyeyeye!” [hider=summary] Jeon has transpanyed Jim into the mountains between the darkwoods, the desert and the bloodmire, and given him a castle full of gold and a class: [necromancer] (which he can and has taught to others) He sets up another undead force, and then faces the first being to come and try and claim the castle’s booty: a dragon. Not standing a chance, Jim instead negotiates and convinced the dragon to make its home in the castle, adding a big scaly fire breathing guardian to castle du la jim [/hider] [hider=mp/ap] Start: 0mp/3ap 1 ap (discounted from 2 with adventure) to make the small landscaping change of a spooky castle up in the mountains 1 ap to make Jim a champion with the [necromancer] class 1 ap to fill the castle with mundane treasures End: 0mp/0ap [/hider] [hider=spirit] Jim, he of many titles Start: 0 1 spirit, at a minimum, is awarded to a champion for every post in which they appear as more than just a passing mention in one line. 1 spirit is additionally awarded to a champion if they are featured in a post that does not involve the deity that created them. 1 spirit is additionally earned if the post is of medium length (think about 5,000+ chars). This is just so that it’s not so much more ‘optimal’ to break posts into lots of smaller chunks to farm spirit. End: 3 [/hider]