Dawnon Aeris

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"Orra - Sepurum - Sactasa - Lok" Was the last of the transmutation chant and Macaroth watched as the pool of quicksilver went still. A hand emerged from the pool that grabbed onto the ledge, a figure pulled himself up in front of him.

Macaroth marveled at his creation circling around him, almost ten feet tall now rippling with musculature carried on a pair of silvery wings that could extend six feet each but were now folded neatly on the angels back. His hair was also silvery and long and there was a glow about him, mere mortals would confuse it for divinity but Macaroth knew it was the glow of his own malevolence instilled in the creature.

By now the production buildings were complete and in use, all that was missing now was a mine of iron. Macaroth walked out with his new Son and the bandits that had gathered, now even more than before were dumbfounded by what they saw, some were even paralyzed by fear for they could not believe their eyes. He smiled to the crowd and extended his hand out toward the rabble "who else would be sanctified.." He turned his head to his Son and smiled "go and find me a mine would you?"

The Angel stepped forward and spread his mighty wings before taking flight to the sky with all the magnificence of old fables, his wings gleaming in the morning sun. The other bandits rushed to be blessed and indeed all of them would become his First Born, his elite vanguard for the war sure to ensue. He felt the presences of other evils, one in particularly annoyed him carrying with it the stench of undeath. How he despised necromancers and their work.

One by one he accepted the 20-ish bandits into the monastery and into his sanctum, within a day they would all be his Sons reborn.

Status:
Dungeon: Heart, Monastery - 300 yard circle of medium walls, Forge, Tanner, Fletcher, Blacksmith, Smelter.
Army:
21 Angels, 6 Monks, 15 Imps

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not to be a buzzkill doc trap but you dont actually mine black powder. You can mine reagents and ingredients to make it like phosphor nitrate and stuff like that and then mix it to make black powder but not mine already mixed black powder, also if the imps are using pickaxes and theyre mining the black powder they would have blown open the world a new asshole with the tiniest spark

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With his design now in mind, Macaroth took control of the healthiest, strongest of the bandits and guided him into his sanctum where a pool of liquid metal stood in the middle of the ground, as it was it was like a mirror, still and silent. Quicksilver, Macaroth always did admire at the marvel of it. How it could become anything with the right mould and skill to shape it.

He stepped up to the man and released him from his spell, the man was dazed for a few moments but then looked at his supposed saint with a puzzled expression as Macaroth smiled to him "how would you like to become the first sanctified?"

The man did not fully understand such rhetoric being poorly educated barely able to speak or spell. He knelt down however and decided to accept anything the saint was offering, for it was better than the life he had led so far. More interesting anyways.

Macaroth smiled and put one hand on the mans shoulder, starting to stir the quicksilver with waves of his other hand, soon it was slithering out of its hole and consuming the man for the final ingredient of his new minions. His guardian Angels, he shivered as he imagined his sons swooping into battle.

"oh how magnificent it will be...simply glorious.." He stood over the pool of stirring Quicksilver and chanted on the words of transmutation.

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Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

The warriors took up arms when the mermen attacked the shore, destroying a few fishing boats and killing the fishermen with their mighty tridents. The warriors of Sharkfin were quick to respond and dived into the water with nets and harpoons and so another skirmish began. The mermen were numbering in several dozen opposed by the Sharkfin near a hundred.

The mermen were more agile in the water than even the more experienced fishermen of the tribe. Still the fishermen outnumbered them and carried nets in pairs to snare the fish-men and then stab them to death. One veteran of the Sharkfin, a grizzled older man, still tough for his age was wielding one of their tridents after he pried it from a merman he had killed alone while on the open sea fishing years ago. He swam swiftly always trying to outflank the fishmen as the others pressed on to swarm them. One stab, two and three, a fishman goes up to the surface with his side full of holes. He dodges a thrust at him and grabs the end of the weapon, when the fishman pulled it back he was impaled by the veteran.

The fight lasted for about twenty minutes before the fishmen retreated having lost three but killed a dozen men whilst fighting and another four in their ambush attack. The mermen were drug onto the shore, their fiery amber scales removed to make decorations and their bodies burned on a pyre so as they could not be resurrected by their god-king.

Athlas returned to his elder triumphantly raising his trident and so a feast was organised, many from the surrounding tribes had seen the fires and came over to celebrate their comrades victory, share some drinks and stories.

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im sorry if my posts seem lackluster and dull, also that i picked such a generic theme to my dungeon, the rest of you like 10 for creativity. I guess my imaginitive juices havent been flowing lately yet i didnt want to miss out on this awesome rpg

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Macaroth decided to retreat to the monastery's library to learn more about this world and its people, even given that the collective knowledge stolen from the monks was indeed vast he knew that there was undoubtedly more to be had. He sat down by the window taking several tomes off the shelves about the saint he had now disguised himself as, trying to become more like his new persona, more convincing that is. He had also changed into more comfortable clothing rather than armor helping himself from the monks stores, still he kept his Devourer blade close to him. Were it to fall into the wrong hands it could spell doom for him.

He read the first volume of the saints biography and got an idea for a new minion, a very powerful one. He retreated to his sanctum to begin its blueprint. A man apparently but with wings sprouting from their backs ashen in color, like the ones in the book that pictured the saints connection to divinity, well he would make them come alive. They would be his Warrior minions, Angels. So he set to work on them leaving the minions and serfs to their own devices.

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edited my post about the monks..you were right its not really convenient to try and hide amongst humans and yet have them appear so morbid

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no i know id have to work for it but seeing as bandits are usually no more than a hungry rabble of people rather than mercenaries or any sort of organized structure i think of them as weak willed individuals that succumb to Macaroths manipulations more easily than the monks did due to their trained fortitude.

Also a promise of free meals would entice many a hungry soul into his midst if only for the meal, or so id think. if that is too easy i can change that

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Macaroth took off his helm and let long silver hair fall out down his back, a saint reborn? The thought entertained him very much, he did take the form of the saint as the monks described him in textures, murals and in their minds. He would be the new patron saint for a oppressed people. He watched as his minions created fortifications 300 yards around the monastery, clearing trees to make room for anything their master desired.

He drew and inspected the old saint's sword, it was a fine weapon a bit worn by age. He chanted under his breath and infused the blade with his essence giving it an otherworldly shine and a slight humming as it was wielded, a dark voice that spoke to mortals and drew them, sucking out their souls slowly without them realizing.

The first of his new recruits arrived the day after he sent out his black monks, a rabble of a dozen bandits all hungry and scrawny, fell to their knees at his feet swearing their allegiance to him, their saint. He had them fed and then had them work on constructing a training area, blacksmith, tannery and a fletcher's hut to outfit them with better weapons and armor.

He spent the time he had overseeing all the work being done with a sinister glint in his eyes. All was going according to plan...

Dungeon: Dungeon heart, pantry and tool shed. Fortifications and necessities being built.
Resources: Abundant food supplies and decent tool and materials supply
Forces:6 Reapers, 10 imps, 12 bandits

Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

Adan sighed deeply reading the letter delivered to them by a foreigner on a war ship of terrifying size, dwarfing even the largest ones of his people. He made the effort to learn several of the foreign languages in his years and could read fairly well enough. The news that reached him had a sour taste to it, would they submit to foreign rule once more after generations of freedom or risk open war with the empire so close by, it was the hardest most decision he had yet faced, so the Summoning was announced to happen at Lightthrone peak in three days time to discuss the matter.

Three days have passed and the village elders have gathered as summoned around a stone obelisk carved by their forefathers as a standing monument to their won freedom. Each of the elders came accompanied by a retinue of bodyguards merely formally, not really needing them. The most well armed were those from Thunderward village that held the most metals, the poorest were of the village Moonlay who were for the most part pearl divers.

The high elder looked to each of his friends and begun "My friends, my brothers and sisters. We have been given a letter from one of the foreigner kingdoms that demands us to submit to their rule in exchange for "protection" or we will be marked as enemies on their crusade against beastfolk"

As he finished most of the elders were left stunned by the news, new slavery? they could not have that again. However they've come too far to risk their lives.

The elder of Thunderward, Domm spoke up first "This is outrageous!, why would we side with either them or the beastfolk! They have no right to demand this from us!"

The Elder of Sunsparrow hushed the warrior down and spoke "my friends, we must look beyond the immediate. Yes they do demand our servitude, yes they threaten with war but then again so do the beastfolk if they are allowed to grow in strength. I implore you Adan take their offer for the time being, once this war is over we will return to our lives."

For hours there was harsh debating and well made points for and against the offer but in the end Adan demanded silence and said "we will accept the offer, we don't need to make new enemies"

The council was concluded and mixed emotions went home with their elders, Adan had the difficult task of writing the response and sending his eldest son Dorne and a retinue of the best warriors to the mainland to find the king of this hostile kingdom and deliver the message.

So it was that a young man and sixty warriors set off across the sea to foreign lands.