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Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

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Grindan respectfully bowed his head to his new king and long time friend. A small show of subservience and respect, but they both had better things to do then stand at ceremony or have him prostate himself on the ground. That sort of thing was for spineless lackeys like Ingo.

"Some of the wild Stalphos decided to commit suicide by attempting an assault on us." Grindan stated bluntly in regards to whatever delay may have occurred. "Little more then pests, but next time you don't have need of me I wouldn't mind taking some forces and either making them bend the knee to you or wipe them out. Such open hostility towards forces loyal to you can not be tolerated." In fairness, Grindan's views on the wild Stalphos had never quite been hidden; It was honestly a point of disquiet with the former King of Hyrule that instead of doing anything about the undead menace that had occupied the central heartlands of Hyrule, he had opted instead just to have the draw bridge closed at night and ignored them.

As for the report about the job he was sent out to do... "It did. Talon has had all claims to the Ranch voided." there was a brief pause, before he added "I decided to give Ingo something of a test of worth. The Ranch itself has been given to Talon's daughter Malon, with Ingo being caretaker of the Ranch and Malon's teacher of the business aspect of things until she is of age. If Ingo does a good job in this role I believe that between his administration abilities, personal ambition and fear of what would be done to him if he failed or displeased you, he would prove a suitable candidate to manage some of the land vacated by the parasites that were Hyrule's former nobility." There was a small shrug as he added "If he fails, then clearly he was too stupid to grasp the opportunity presented to him and we can just cut him loose."

Grindan fell silent as he waited to see how Ganondorf responded to this information.

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

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With the matter resolved, Grindan observed the situation as the sun started to rise properly for a moment... before with a gesture of his hand he signaled to the Stalphos that followed him to fall in as he turned towards the entrance of the Ranch and made a simple statement. "We're done here."

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Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

If Ingo believed he was going to steal the credit for handling the animals, he would be in for a rather rude awakening... because Grindan wasn't an idiot. Up until the bull had decided to make its charge at him, he had been free to observe the situation as it unfolded from his position rather easily. However, as the decision on what to do with the Ranch slid into place, an alternative idea tickled the Executioners fancy... One that would satisfy his short term goals easily enough, but also present King Ganondorf with a useful tool going forward.

...Provided of course, said tool didn't get itself broken due to having ideas of its own.

Grindan turned to Talon for the first time since the fat bastard had arrived. With the bull restrained for the time being, even from his position with his knee on the animal to keep it down, the Executioner could still meet the eyes of those he was talking to. "Good. This saves me the trouble of having to find you Talon." The implications of what would have happened if Grindan had needed to hunt Talon down were left unsaid. "To get you up to speed, due to the pleas of your brother Ingo to his majesty, King Ganondorf has decided that Lon Lon Ranch needs a change in management. The Ranch is no longer yours. All your claims to the Ranch are null and void."

Grindan had considered how this scene was going to play out a few times since the order had come down... but he had to admit that there was something to be said about making it clear that the reason the man was about to lose everything was because his brother had made the request felt... satisfyingly cruel. It also ensured that Ingo needed to stay in the King's good graces because without his protection, betraying his brother would likely have violent consequences.

Turning back to the two candidates, a smile grew under his helm. "As for the new owner of the Lon Lon Ranch. Having reviewed the facts presented to me... I believe a solution has presented itself that will prove satisfactory to his majesty. Ingo!" He barked, fully aware that doing so would make the man jump at this point. "...You presented an argument that Malon was, at this point in time, ill equipped to run the business side of the Ranch. A fair point... but I also noticed that the young lady has a way with animals that is difficult for people to learn. So here is my judgement."

"The Lon Lon Ranch will belong to the young Malon. She is its new owner. However, since she is young and currently lacks the education to run the Ranch by herself, her Uncle Ingo will be in charge of the business side of things and her education in such matters until she is of age and knowledge to run things herself."

Focusing on Ingo directly, Grindan added forcefully in order to cut off any protest from the man "IN EXCHANGE for this service. If the Ranch is operating in an acceptable condition and Malon is properly prepared to run the Ranch herself when the time comes, I believe his Majesty could make use of a man like yourself for a higher calling, Ingo. The former parasites that were called nobility under the old king are largely dead, in exile or unaccounted for with their lands, holdings and possessions reclaimed by the throne. King Ganondorf will need loyal, competent men and women to manage these lands in his stead... and an ambitious man who knows how to follow the commands of his Majesty while achieving results has the opportunity to rise very high in King Ganondorf's Hyrule."

He allowed a moment of quiet after the judgement was made. Gave him a chance to see how the trio would respond to the news.
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Tales of Azeroth: Flames of Chaos

Duskwood

It was a poor necromancer that couldn’t see the spirits of the dead. If anything, the challenge in Duskwood was the sheer weight of restless souls made getting them all to shut up for any length of time difficult. Thankfully, ghosts could be ensnared and wards set up to keep them out.

Which made the surprise on Bautic’s face when one bypassed the wards and awoke him from his slumber all the easier to see. “M-Master Kel’thuzad! It is an honour.”

Even as Bautic was about to get up to prostrate himself before the ghostly master of the Cult of the Damned, his mentor gestured to stop him. “While I admire your dedication to provide a proper welcome, we have much to discuss and little time to discuss it. The Lich King has taken notice of your rather ambitious plan… and has deemed it of enough importance to send me to refine it to ensure its success.”

“In its current form, it would destroy the city of Stormwind. However.” To say that the face of the spectre grew grim failed to capture the chill that ran down Bautic’s spine. “You lack the raw power to control the undead beasts you are plotting to create. Even with all your pupils, you would not be able to both raise them in the numbers you need, let alone control them. Nor can you act as a conduit for the Lich King’s power so he could do it directly. We require a Lich of considerable power.”

Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

Grindan had been inclined towards towering over Ingo in a menacing manner. Both as a reminder of who he was talking to, but also to add some additional weight to the statement he had been about to make in regards to how adaptable children could be when they were allowed to step forward and face a challenge. In the end he didn’t… because it was hard to keep attention on oneself as a literal farms worth of panicking animals burst out into the open, making a racket and causing quite a mess.

The fact that a single rider on one of the horses was missed in the chaos was a stroke of good fortune for them… but the scales had to be balanced as Grindan slowly turned his attention away from the animals and focused on Ingo alone. What an unfortunate omen. Right as you claimed full responsibility in your brothers absence as well. I suggest you go and deal with that. We’ll prevent anything from leaving via the front gate.”

It was a slightly surprising offer; by all rights he could have just let the ranchers deal with their own mess and no one of importance would care. Yet, the executioner decided to make himself of help by blocking off the one clear path out of the Ranch in order to limit how far the animals could flee.

As such, when Talon was finally brought to Grindan, the executioner was in the process of grappling with a panic filled bull that had decided to try charging through the obstructions inbetween it and freedom. The ground was churned, both from the bulls wild trampling of the ground as it tried to keep the momentum of the charge going and Grindan’s own armoured boots as they had dug into the soil and been pushed back a few feet as the executioner had caught the bull by the horns and stood against the charge.

Only once the bull had started to tire did Grindan wrestle it to the ground, tilting its head in order to force its body onto its side before pinning it down under his weight with his knee.

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Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess (LoZ RP)

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Grindan waited patiently as Ingo bolted like the spineless worm that he was. In part this patience was born of the fact that he was assured that Ingo would come back as soon as he possibly could; Anything else might invoke the Executioner's ire after all. The knowledge that the only way into or out of the Ranch was currently being blockaded also meant that he didn't need to keep an eye out to make sure that Ingo didn't just try and bolt. That would be... ill advised.

As Ingo quickly returned with... and for a moment Grindan paused in absolute shock. Grindan was a corrupted, jaded soul; He knew this as instinctively as the simple act of breathing. He had born witness to and committed cruel, violent acts both out of necessity and a deep seated need to hold power over others. He had never believed in things like divinity because if it existed, then it had long since abandoned their creations to achieve their own ends. But for just a moment, as he saw the untarnished innocence of Malon, he was fundamentally shocked by the possibility that there might still be a few lingering specks of true divinity left behind in the world and he just witnessed one in the flesh.

It was a good thing that he had his helmet on. This revelation was... confusing to him. It made him uncomfortable for reasons he couldn't really voice... or at least didn't know the words to do so. However, as they entered proper hearing range, the words of Malon... actually caused him to chuckle. Grindan's chuckle had always been a grim thing and the echo of his helmet only made it more sinister, but there seemed to be earnest amusement mixed into it. "All who encounter me fear me, little one. For good reason. I am Royal Executioner Grindan and I have been sent by his Majesty to answer a plea from Ingo here to change the course of Lon Lon Ranch."

Turning towards one of the two Stalphos with him, he gave a clear instruction "I want you to join your kin at the gate. A fat hyrulian man with a fat nose might arrive at the entrance of the Ranch, claiming to be the owner. I want him escorted to me." A small pause, before adding "Unharmed if possible, but in the unlikely event he offers meaningful resistance, violent or otherwise, I will settle for alive." The command given, Grindan trusted that it would be carried out as he turned back to Ingo and Malon.

"His Majesty has heard the plea for intervention in how Lon Lon Ranch is run, due to the chronic laziness of its current owner Talon. I have been sent to make this change in management on his behalf." Letting that statement sink in, Grindan looked between the two before smirking to himself under his helm as he watched for the understanding to reach Ingo's eyes that he might be becoming the new owner of the Ranch to overcome his innate fear. "However, I find myself with a difficult decision. After all, I have two worthy candidates before me."

"I know from history and your reputations that both of you are hard workers who have been making this Ranch successful, despite Talon's worthless dead weight. I believe I could entrust the Ranch to either of you and not only would it prosper, but be something the New King of Hyrule will be able to build the kingdom around. Yet, I can only select one of you to be the owner." Despite the fact that one of the candidates was a full grown man and the other was a young girl who might not have entered maidenhood proper yet, Grindan's tone suggested that he was considering both as equally valid choices... largely because he did.

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Tales of Azeroth: Flames of Chaos

Duskwood

A solution had been discovered to the problem of combining the Plague of Undeath and the Worgen Curse together!

...Well, part of a solution anyway. There were still a lot of unknowns for the wider plan, but at least there was a solid, theoretical foundation to make it work and instead of blundering blindly forwards it was now going to be a case of figuring out how to craft the path they needed.

As much as his pride might have stung to admit it, Bautic had not been able to come to the conclusion by himself. After trying a number of times by himself, he had at last decided to bring in his most advance class of necromancers into the fold of his plans to destroy the city of Stormwind, how they were going to do it and the tools they were going to do it with. He had only needed to kill one of them who suffered an unfortunate case of traditional light morality; Less then he was expecting but still more then he hoped. The loss was unfortunate, but it served to be educational in that it would help him better tailor future classes to try and weed such things out sooner.

Once he had a team to assist him, ideas that he hadn't considered were raised. Some needed to be turned down due to his understanding of why they wouldn't work, but he had made a point of giving those students who suggested them some credit for using their brains. It was actually Luther, the son of a doctor who had worked with the Stonemasons and joined them both in protest and exile, who had offered a seemingly novel idea that quickly gained ground.

"If the Worgen Curse fights the Plague of Undeath while the two are active in the body at the same time, what if we developed a strain of the Plague that remained dormant until the host body died?"

This... would require some work. A new strain of the Plague of Undeath would need to be developed, but even without the idea of combining it with the Worgen Curse the idea had merit. Long term infection who's only visible symptom was the occasional infected person dying and raising from the dead, seemingly at random with no clear cause. It had taken time to develop, with a couple of strains along the way that failed to live up to what it needed to be. But in the end, they had something that met their requirements.

They had tested it out on a Night Watch recruit they had caught on their own and one of the latest worgen test subjects. Both had gone two days without any sign of symptoms and when they were killed their corpses raise without issue or outside interference beyond establishing control. A more long term trial was currently underway, to see if the strain held up over a period of time. That was alright through; Because it gave them time to work on the next step of making this whole situation workable for the grander plan.

Namely, they needed to find a way of consistently killing the plague infected Worgen in a timely manner.

While the current stage of their creation would likely be enough to majorly damage, if not destroy Stormwind... and possibly other cities as well, but the issue was that while some Worgen would almost certainly die during the outbreak, there was a very serious chance that they would win the day and suddenly Stormwind would be swarming with feral death creatures that couldn't be controlled by necromancy or the Lich King... and they would scurry out of the city in search of food soon after.

The solution to this problem was currently a work in progress, but fundamentally it was this: Alongside the Plague and the Curse, they needed to infuse something into their delivery method that was completely harmless when it entered the human body, but turned decidedly deadly once they transformed into a worgen. Didn't have to kill them instantly, but it did need to end their lives before the critical mass was reached and the future of the Eastern Kingdoms belonged to those with fur and teeth instead of the Lich King.

A challenge, to be sure. But there were always more worgen to test theories on.