Cyclone

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I recall in a previous DK roleplay that I got a level 7 creature and 5 constructs, and I'm pretty sure somebody else made it to level 8 creatures and 6 constructs. I don't even remember the 40+ post waits, so I doubt it was that bad.

I'm definitely playing a Rogue Construct at least, though. Hopefully something that spreads disease, sort of an embodiment of the real influence of disease in wars and civilisations and stuff.

Ah shoot, disease was going to be a part of my rogue being as well. Well, I guess I'll let you have that theme and just tweak my guy a little bit. My planned backstory was that he created a plague for humans but stirred the cauldron too much and accidentally got some in one of his eyes. That withered and corrupted eye can melt the flesh off of anything it stares at.

I guess I could just be more vague and say that he was conjured up a curse. Actually, that works perfectly.

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Well, it looks like Shaige will get a scenic view of the countryside, before making it to Paterdomus. Ah, Paterdomus, a city full of religious fanatics with an undead horde to the south, a strange ghost and his followers over in the east plotting something, and now some sort of smoke demon is coming into the fray! This will be interesting!

Were you planning on sending your rogue being to Shaige? Calvartem? Neither, perhaps?

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No character sheets needed. Hmm...I only have about 45 minutes until Game of Thrones is on, but that might be long enough for get up a brief post for my rogue being. If not, I should be able to do so around this time tomorrow.

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I was actually thinking that Xir'ain would be the best match for him. Darkness wouldn't be an issue and the eels would probably be the ones getting eaten, if anything.

Edit: BBeast, in my next posts I intend to have Shaige fly around and see Paterdomus himself. Should I just make it (and it's religious institution, particularly) as I see fit, or did you already have something envisioned? I was going to make them have a theocratic system with worship of fire and water, similar to Zoroastrianism.

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Within the next three or so posts I plan to introduce a rogue being. He's partially aqueous in nature, though, which means he might not be so good of a fit for some keepers that are nowhere near a lake or the ocean.

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Shaige's raw power filled the imp. Using blood magic, he warped the tiny demon's flesh and bones. Soon, the imp stood taller and stronger than his peers, with eyes that let out a carmine glow like dying coals. With even older and more forgotten powers, he manipulated and wove the darkness itself into a robe that cloaked the imp, which might have let him pass for a human, if it weren't for the demon's burning gaze and sulfurous breath. Finally, Shaige made a long, black rod out of the coalescing shadows. The end had a circle that resembled the wheel of a cart, spokes and all. In the middle was room for one small stone. Shaige forced the cork to pop off the vial of demon blood that was his dungeon heart. One of the small, enchanted gems in the bottom of the ampul floated out and wriggled into the staff's socket. The gem, a moonstone white as bone, had a faint red air shimmering around it from prolonged contact with unholy blood. Soft wisps of purplish, nearly ebony smoke drifted from the tip of the staff, as if it were a candle.

A hand, now more like a human's rather than a demonic claw, still rested on the vial. Shaige could sense every fiber of the imp's being. This servant of his, once one of the lowliest of demons, was now so much more. He would make a fine emissary, taskmaster, steward, or perhaps even general. No, he would be all four, doing whatever was required of him by his new master. Shaige's voice echoed in the imp's mind, "I know that amongst demons, one must earn his name. By serving me, you have done as much. Rise now, and be known as Soran. You need not remain on your knees clasping my vial, for now you shall be able to hear me always."

Soran, ever so bold, tried to inquire, "And of your name? What shall your devotees call you?"

Soran alone heard the response that reverberated back, "Names hold power over my kind, and yours. I have no doubt that those who follow me shall invent their own names for me, and that shall be enough."

With that, Shaige squeezed out of his open vial and drifted out of the cave entrance, for the first time. His ghostly eyes pierced through the magic laden in this land's very soil. The pain elementals and imps filed out of the cave as well, to stand by their master's side. Or, at least by where they thought their master's side was. They still had difficulty seeing the translucent wraith, even in the sunlight.

Soran spoke, "As we went through the countryside looking for a suitable site, we found many things scattered about. Pickaxes, shovels, chisels. We could begin construction immediately."

A cold eddy of air was all the construct received as a response, as Shaige had already flewn off to explore the area. The pain elementals and imps were left to their own devices, guarding the cave until their master's return.

Shaige's Stuff:
Minions: Soran the imp construct, 9 other imps, 7 pain elementals
Resources: A few bags of tools and food for the imps.
Infrastructure: A dungeon heart, the imps' makeshift altar

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Even in death, it was wracked with agony. Ghastly flames the color of a bleeding sunset licked at the wailing phantasm's body. As the sepulchral blaze danced about, it gave off a gentle glow and a small amount of warmth. Despite that substantial warmth, to look at the apparition was the feel a chill in your heart. Before melting into tallow, the pale, translucent flesh blackened like crops left to wither in the frost. Then, the flames leaped to another position, and the apparition's flesh was restored so that it could burn again another million times.

Shaige peered through the glass of the vial that was his heart, armor, and home. It was satisfying to gaze at the pain elemental, his first minion. Its creation had been simple enough; he simply found a lost soul and with a few mere thoughts, cursed it to torture unending. The pain elemental had only two forms of salvation: one could give into its destructive urges and attack any living beings, earning a temporary respite as it transferred its own suffering onto the mortal and utterly drained its victim of lifeforce. The other way was to die a second time, exploding into a ball of fire and anguish before moving on to the eternal peace that waited in the void.

The pain elemental shaped itself into a glowing sphere that from a distance might resemble a firefly. It could glide effortlessly through the air as swift as any bird, though its glow and the eery sound of the tortured soul's wailing would warn any potential victims of an impending attack. Still, with only a partially corporeal form, fighting the pain elementals would be difficult. Upon cornering their prey, they would transform from the fiery spheres into the ghostly, burning figures of what they had looked like in life. Arrows and swords could harm them, though it would take more than a few swings or shots to make a pain elemental dissipate. In any case, attacking them would only make them more likely to martyr themselves, exploding in order to end their torment and strike down a few more of their master's foes.

Shaige examined his pain elemental for a few brief moments before using the imps' crude altar to quickly bind more to his service. There was a limited number of lost souls in the area, so only another six could be made. Still, seven would be more than enough to fend off a few foolish humans. The seven drifted to the walls of the room, standing vigil in their humanoid forms. Then, Shaige willed the dirt and gravel outside to tremble before his power. The earth obeyed. Pebbles suddenly began bouncing and shaking as if there was an earthquake, and the imps' attention was gained. The lot of them ran into the cave, aware that their master was the source of the disturbance. The ten imps knelt before the vial in the room's center, looking at the pain elementals surrounding them. Even from across the cave, the imps felt uncomfortable; it hurt to be anywhere near their master's wretched minions.

After almost a minute of silence, one of the imps walked over to the vial. Perhaps that imp had tired of the silence, or couldn't bear the pain. Tentatively, and to gasps of shock and nervousness from the others, the imp touched the heart of its master. A surge of energy rushed through the demon's pathetic form, Shaige's willpower the only thing stemming the flow enough to prevent the imp from being disintegrated. Through the smooth glass of the small container, the Keeper's thoughts resonated into the imp's mind, "I see your bravery. I feel your potential. I bestow upon you the power with which you might rise to greater heights, under my tutelage."

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Shaige's Stuff:
Minions: 10 imps, 7 pain elementals
Resources: A few bags of tools and food for the imps.
Infrastructure: A dungeon heart, the imps' makeshift altar

Location on the map- A small cave located in the foothills of the mountains, due east of Paterdomus.

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Cyclone said
Speaking of location, I was going to situate Shaige near Paterdomus as well. Granted, I didn't mention that an you beat me to it, so if you want I could plop him someplace else. Still, some early interaction or an eventual fight over the city might be interesting.

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Traditionally not, though perhaps that could change. When one person has to wait for pages until they get a new creature, the RP often slows as they post with much less frequency. This could encourage the flow. On the other hand, however, it would be just as easy to spam a bunch of posts with your Rogue Being. I lean toward letting posts are your Rogue Being count, so long as you don't post a few times in a row. I'll let BBeast make the verdict, though.

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Speaking of location, I was going to situate Shaige near Paterdomus as well. Granted, I didn't mention that an you beat me to it, so if you want I could plop him someplace else. Still, some early interaction or an eventual fight over the city might be interesting.