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Back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, I got started with writing online on the Spore forums. Man, those were the days. We're talking like 12 years ago 2010-ish!
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
I've been here on and off for almost as long, and have GM'd a bunch of different things to varying success.
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Layout the defenses first, please. Looking back I realize that I had appended one of my recent posts '0/4 Repairing Tunnels' or something of the like. So somebody else has to post before Shaige could even get his army outside of the dungeon, find Ifrit, and then go forward with the attack.
I said two or three thousand people. You could probably amass 1,000 tier ones, 200 tier twos, and if necessary a mob of over 1,000 untrained tribesmen who aren't really warriors. The tribe's Loa spirits might help as well. I would imagine the village to have at least two wooden pallisades, with gates and maybe even a few archer towers and a dry moat.
Shaige is bringing a tiny army, by comparison. Perhaps 100 Mutig tribesmen and 30 of their magic-using druids, and then 100 zealots (extremely heavily armored, well trained, and magically enhanced humans), 350 pain elementals (these will be the most dangerous, as they can fly, drain the life of humans they touch, and explode in a great burst of fire and pain).
Also worth noting is that he has about 15 shadow beasts that are basically invisible at night and could sneak into the village through the spirit realm. They will probably scout the place out, and may try to cause disorder by assassinating the Klug leaders right before the attack. Shaige is also bringing Ifrit, his giant fiery rogue being. His construct Soran will come as well, and Shaige will of course be there himself.
So the Klug have both the advantage of numbers and fortifications. Shaige will try to mitigate this by attacking suddenly at night and sweeping in before any defense is organized. He'll also make liberal use of his pain elementals, who will be hard to fight against.
Shaige is bringing a tiny army, by comparison. Perhaps 100 Mutig tribesmen and 30 of their magic-using druids, and then 100 zealots (extremely heavily armored, well trained, and magically enhanced humans), 350 pain elementals (these will be the most dangerous, as they can fly, drain the life of humans they touch, and explode in a great burst of fire and pain).
Also worth noting is that he has about 15 shadow beasts that are basically invisible at night and could sneak into the village through the spirit realm. They will probably scout the place out, and may try to cause disorder by assassinating the Klug leaders right before the attack. Shaige is also bringing Ifrit, his giant fiery rogue being. His construct Soran will come as well, and Shaige will of course be there himself.
So the Klug have both the advantage of numbers and fortifications. Shaige will try to mitigate this by attacking suddenly at night and sweeping in before any defense is organized. He'll also make liberal use of his pain elementals, who will be hard to fight against.
Heh, feel free to try. Just keep in mind that Shaige will be there as well, and he probably won't appreciate having his rogue being mutilated.
The stone felt Shaige's arrival before the keeper had even emerged from the ground below. The moment that the ghostly form that was Shaige made its presence known, an insidious cacophony of voices emanated from the stone. "I have come looking for a Keeper, and it seems that a Keeper I have found. Tell me, what is your name? What it is that you want?"
The wraith remained unmoving, lurking in a shadow cast by a ledge above. Taking the form of a shadow, Shaige remained as unmoving as a statue. Two amethysts peered at the stone with an unwavering stare, enough to unnerve most beings. But the Ripper was not afraid. Rather, it was frustrated. The Keeper had ignored the question, brooding in silence as it continued to give only an inquisitive stare.
At long last, when the Ripper was growing dangerously annoyed, an answer came, "Death. Darkness. Silence. Potential. I possess neither goals nor specific wants. Why set out for just a few things, when you could take everything for yourself? Now tell me, being within the stone, what your name is. Tell me what you want."
"I am Destruction, Entropy, the Bleeding Star in the sky. I do not herald doom. I am the End. I have come in search of power, and in return I offer power. You claim to be only potential. Broker a deal with me, and you will be ruination incarnate. The only way to have everything is to take it by force. I offer my aid."
A small stone tumbled down from above, landing on the Destruction Catalyst that had buried itself within the hill. The instant that the rock touched the red aura that swirled about the meteorite, there was a flash. The thing cracked, and suddenly it was not one rock but a fistful of gravel. The tiny pebbles began to slide down the crystalline structure, but when they finally made it to the ground they had been reduced to sand.
Shaige eyed such a spectacle, and both coveted and feared such power. Warily, he inquired, "What do you offer? What are its costs?"
"There exist many great enemies to your kind, and two of these scourges plague this world. Make no mistake, their arrogance and treachery know no bounds. With not so much as a fleeting thought, they would demand your unconditional aid in their detestable plight. You would be their thrall, until the moment that they triumph here, at which point they would wipe you from existence.
But not I. I will extend to you the offer that I have given to all the others of your kind. Lend me your power. Your dungeon heart conjures and siphons enormous power. Channel this into me, always. When your times of need inevitably occur, I will repay the debt by empowering you tenfold, if only for a short time. But do not worry yourself about those things. You need only know this; with your aid, I could purge this world and condemn the two great enemies to oblivion."
Shaige thought long and hard, musing over what he had just learned. The voices inside the stone were not trustworthy. Their vague references to two great enemies did little to win the support of the Keeper. If anything, they alienated him; why should he get involved in manners that he knew nothing of, and that would seemingly never affect him if left to sort out themselves? A flicker of worry crossed the Keeper's mind as it realized that there was far more powerful, hidden forces at work. It was disconcerting to think that there were beings that could simply erase all his progress, shake him and his feeble followers off of Elysium like fleas. Yet at the end of the day, Shaige was a mere ghost. This dungeon and these followers were simply a sword; a tool with which he could dominate and take what truly mattered, a means to an end. The Keeper realized that at the end of the day, he had nothing to lose save time, and time was of little value to an immortal spirit.
It was the rather unexpected offer regarding the sharing of power that appealed to the wraith. Shaige's dungeon heart required a steady flow of sacrificial victims in order to provide the wraith with dark magic and anchor him to the realm of the living. Yet the blood magic produced so much power that it almost always simply overflowed, the unused and wasted magic seeping into the nearby area. Directing the flow towards this strange being would cost Shaige nothing, and if the voices spoke the truth, the ability to call on a great deal of power when it was most needed would prove to be a great boon.
"Very well. I shall accept your offer, if you prove to me that you are indeed capable of fulfilling your side of the bargain. Your 'arrival' has wrought untold chaos and stymied my progress by blockading tunnels and collapsing parts of my domain. My minions will soon repair the damage that you have caused, yet you remain in my debt. Loan me your power first. I plan to conquer a nearby village, and your additional strength would be of great value. Once that is done, I vow to uphold my side of the deal and begin feeding you my excess power."
The Ripper was less than pleased. The pathetic Carver was pressing its advantage, and now of all times was when the Ripper needed to gain power, not hand it away to greedy Keepers. Still, if providing a miniscule amount of power to the puny Keeper would ensure a constant stream of magic, no matter how small, the deal was worth making. Reluctantly, the Ripper replied, "I accept your terms. When the time comes, you will have my strength. But do not try me; betraying my trust would be a terrible mistake.
And with that, the stone fell silent. The Keeper thought he could faintly hear other conversations, echoes of other strange voices talking to this mysterious being. But he was unable to discern anything of importance and there were preparations to be made, so the Keeper's thoughts did not dwell on the topic for long.
The wraith remained unmoving, lurking in a shadow cast by a ledge above. Taking the form of a shadow, Shaige remained as unmoving as a statue. Two amethysts peered at the stone with an unwavering stare, enough to unnerve most beings. But the Ripper was not afraid. Rather, it was frustrated. The Keeper had ignored the question, brooding in silence as it continued to give only an inquisitive stare.
At long last, when the Ripper was growing dangerously annoyed, an answer came, "Death. Darkness. Silence. Potential. I possess neither goals nor specific wants. Why set out for just a few things, when you could take everything for yourself? Now tell me, being within the stone, what your name is. Tell me what you want."
"I am Destruction, Entropy, the Bleeding Star in the sky. I do not herald doom. I am the End. I have come in search of power, and in return I offer power. You claim to be only potential. Broker a deal with me, and you will be ruination incarnate. The only way to have everything is to take it by force. I offer my aid."
A small stone tumbled down from above, landing on the Destruction Catalyst that had buried itself within the hill. The instant that the rock touched the red aura that swirled about the meteorite, there was a flash. The thing cracked, and suddenly it was not one rock but a fistful of gravel. The tiny pebbles began to slide down the crystalline structure, but when they finally made it to the ground they had been reduced to sand.
Shaige eyed such a spectacle, and both coveted and feared such power. Warily, he inquired, "What do you offer? What are its costs?"
"There exist many great enemies to your kind, and two of these scourges plague this world. Make no mistake, their arrogance and treachery know no bounds. With not so much as a fleeting thought, they would demand your unconditional aid in their detestable plight. You would be their thrall, until the moment that they triumph here, at which point they would wipe you from existence.
But not I. I will extend to you the offer that I have given to all the others of your kind. Lend me your power. Your dungeon heart conjures and siphons enormous power. Channel this into me, always. When your times of need inevitably occur, I will repay the debt by empowering you tenfold, if only for a short time. But do not worry yourself about those things. You need only know this; with your aid, I could purge this world and condemn the two great enemies to oblivion."
Shaige thought long and hard, musing over what he had just learned. The voices inside the stone were not trustworthy. Their vague references to two great enemies did little to win the support of the Keeper. If anything, they alienated him; why should he get involved in manners that he knew nothing of, and that would seemingly never affect him if left to sort out themselves? A flicker of worry crossed the Keeper's mind as it realized that there was far more powerful, hidden forces at work. It was disconcerting to think that there were beings that could simply erase all his progress, shake him and his feeble followers off of Elysium like fleas. Yet at the end of the day, Shaige was a mere ghost. This dungeon and these followers were simply a sword; a tool with which he could dominate and take what truly mattered, a means to an end. The Keeper realized that at the end of the day, he had nothing to lose save time, and time was of little value to an immortal spirit.
It was the rather unexpected offer regarding the sharing of power that appealed to the wraith. Shaige's dungeon heart required a steady flow of sacrificial victims in order to provide the wraith with dark magic and anchor him to the realm of the living. Yet the blood magic produced so much power that it almost always simply overflowed, the unused and wasted magic seeping into the nearby area. Directing the flow towards this strange being would cost Shaige nothing, and if the voices spoke the truth, the ability to call on a great deal of power when it was most needed would prove to be a great boon.
"Very well. I shall accept your offer, if you prove to me that you are indeed capable of fulfilling your side of the bargain. Your 'arrival' has wrought untold chaos and stymied my progress by blockading tunnels and collapsing parts of my domain. My minions will soon repair the damage that you have caused, yet you remain in my debt. Loan me your power first. I plan to conquer a nearby village, and your additional strength would be of great value. Once that is done, I vow to uphold my side of the deal and begin feeding you my excess power."
The Ripper was less than pleased. The pathetic Carver was pressing its advantage, and now of all times was when the Ripper needed to gain power, not hand it away to greedy Keepers. Still, if providing a miniscule amount of power to the puny Keeper would ensure a constant stream of magic, no matter how small, the deal was worth making. Reluctantly, the Ripper replied, "I accept your terms. When the time comes, you will have my strength. But do not try me; betraying my trust would be a terrible mistake.
And with that, the stone fell silent. The Keeper thought he could faintly hear other conversations, echoes of other strange voices talking to this mysterious being. But he was unable to discern anything of importance and there were preparations to be made, so the Keeper's thoughts did not dwell on the topic for long.
You referred to the tribe as the Zulg, which has me somewhat confused. You're creating a separate tribe, right? Or did you just misread 'Klug' and write Zulg?
I will try to write up a super-post later today to wrap up Shaige's interaction with the Destruction Catalyst and commence the Klug invasion.
And thanks BBeast
And thanks BBeast
We would have four people, since I'd send Trapezoid's rogue being Ifrit. As in for information on the Klug, not much has been fleshed out. They are one of the five tribes in the Compendium listed under the NPC organization 'Forest Tribes'.
To summarize, they're a relatively primitive group of two or three thousand, known for being particularly warlike. I didn't go into specifics, but they are led by a caste of magic users. The Klug have always been quarrelsome, and several tribesmen tried to loot the Mutig village after it was sacked by crusaders. For those reasons, Shaige and the Mutig are trying to sack the Klug village.
To summarize, they're a relatively primitive group of two or three thousand, known for being particularly warlike. I didn't go into specifics, but they are led by a caste of magic users. The Klug have always been quarrelsome, and several tribesmen tried to loot the Mutig village after it was sacked by crusaders. For those reasons, Shaige and the Mutig are trying to sack the Klug village.
Hmm, Shaige is about to attack the Klug tribe and their fortified village, and I don't really have any plans. I was just going to send in Ifrit and an army, and massacre everything. But it'd be more interesting and fun if you controlled them and actually put up a fight.
The 42nd Gecko said
Will I need to do an archive binge to get myself up to date?
Are you asking if you need to read all the posts so far? I won't make you do that before participating, but ideally you'd eventually get through those first pages if only to be able to understand what's going on. A good compromise would be to read through the Compendium on the first IC page, since that won't take near so long and has summaries of everyone's Keepers and dungeons, as well as most plot characters.
Hey MasterJay, still around?
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