Elementals were persuaded to join that horde of chaos? And they're storm djinn? Those already exist, and they're just the elementals who control weather. We'd better watch out guys, because Grot is the new guy in town and now he can make it rain!
Nah, in all seriousness they'd be more like this guy from the creation sheet on elementals. I haven't made elementalism yet so there's no way mortals could fight or command beings like that yet, but since it seems to have Vestec who personally went around enslaving creatures I'll go along with djinn making up a part of Grot's army.
I too still want to make a Slough day contribution. Have planned out what the post will be and everything; just need to actually write it. But up next I also nominate Jvan, and since that seems to have a lot of support I think we'll go with that.
Not so much as persuaded as 'OH HEY, YOU'RE UNDER MY CONTROL NOW.' and corrupted them. He's gonna keep them away from the general army. Because while they serve him, they still have no problem smashing his other servants.
Tular was working on a hut that had had a hole knocked in it. I appreciate the protection, but couldn't they at least just crush them rather than send them flying through our homes? He thought, somewhat grumpily, as he eyed the Urtelem walking around. The stone giants were welcome protection from the Ashlings and other predators of the Gilt Savannah, but sometimes they tended to attack first and think later. Such as when they sent a fleet footed mangler through someone's home because it was a little to close to the village. The protection was appreciated, certainly. The methods left something to be desired. However, as he wasn't being brutally torn apart by said mangler or being infested by an Ashling, he couldn't really complain. Still. It made him feel better to complain about it, and the time seemed to go faster when he had something to distract his mind while he was working.
That was probably why he didn't notice until it was too late.
It was the rumblings and sounds of violence that first drew his attention. The Urtelem he had glared at had long ago disappeared. A primal instinct told him that something bad was happening, and he should run and run far away. Of course, this being his home and he being sentient, he went to investigate and potentially defend. When he had wandered closer to the noises, mallet held loosely in his hand, a dome of energy covered the sky. It was clashing and constantly changing colors and the mallet fell from loose fingers.
He had heard the rumors of course. They all had. Hain villages being wiped out, nothing but bodies and devastation left behind. Mad giggling being heard for miles around a dome of clashing colors. But surely, surely that was something that happened to other hain, not him. Not his village. This is a bad dream. He decided. Something that slipped through Illunabar's grasp to haunt my sleep. I'll wake up in my bed, terrified, but none the worse for wear.Rather than waking up, he jumped at a voice roaring seemingly both through his mind and his ears.
I AM VIOLENCE, AND YOU WILL FIGHT!
A red fog of rage clouded over his mind, and the last thing he remembered was picking up the mallet. It was impossible to tell what happened or how much time had passed, aside from a few sensations. Something crunching beneath the blow of his hammer. Screams, whether from him or others he couldn't tell. Pain in his side as something struck him. When he finally came to his senses, he was standing amongst a group of other Hain from his tribe. They were all covered in blood, with various wounds and makeshift weapons in their hands. There were dozens of dead all around them, and the Urtelem were nowhere to be seen. Huts were destroyed and ruined.
A God stood before them. Tular had no doubt this faceless, color shifting, giggling being before him was a God. He radiated a power that Tular couldn't even begin to comprehend the limits of. "You're the strongest ones, hmm?" The God asked, before shrugging. "Very well. You'll do." With a hand gesture, Tular felt something inside of him snap and be changed. He blacked out from the pain.
When he next awoke, he was being prodded and herded by large, green, bipedal figures. Rovaick. Trolls. He automatically knew...somehow. They all carried stone spears, knowledge stolen from the God of Death's most recent creations. Tular resisted the urge to snarl and attempt to kill them for their impunity, held back by the sheer fact they outnumbered him and were likely far more experienced. There was a grinding noise all around him, and when Tular looked around he saw he wasn't in the Gilt Savannah anymore. He was in a blackened land that seemed to move around him, almost with a will of it's own. The Changing Plains. The thought slithered into his mind of it's own violation.
They were being herded past a strangely still part of the plains, and Tular almost stopped dead at the sight in the center of it. A couple of Brush Beasts were cowering down, bits and pieces of others of their herd scattered around them. A gigantic crow of Hain, Ashlings, and Rovaick were cutting off the exits, chanting. "Grot! Grot! Grot! GROT! GROT!" A giant, clawed, hand reached down and plucked one of the Brush Beasts up, and it's roaring terror was suddenly cut off by a crunch and sickening splatter sound as the parts that were not eaten landed on the ground. Terrified by what could be that size, Tular quickly moved on. Whatever lay ahead, it was certainly better than being eaten alive or left in his previous weak state of existence.
Bez, Forsaken/Chosen (depending on which side you ask) Rovaick Warrior.
Bez curled his lip at the latest recruits to be herded in. They were Hain, naturally weak. To make matters worse, they weren't naturally serving Vestec either. Unlike his tribe (and the other Chosen Rovaick Tribes), the Shattered Urtelem, and the Voren Insidie, they had to be forced to serve Vestec. The Fallen Angels, Sadist Pronobii, Heraktati, The Flesh Shapers (corrupted members of Jvan's flesh cult) and the Storm Djinni at least were strong enough to warrant being forced to join, but Bez could not figure out why the Hain were here. However, it was not his place to question. It was his place to obey, to listen, and to prepare for the day they left the Changing Plains and brought death and war to the rest of the world.
His grandfather had been there the day Vestec had returned, taking them away from their weak and pitiful brethren along with the Voren, and had witnessed the God grow in power before his very eyes, giving them knowledge and cleansing weakness from them. His father had been there when Grot had been created to lead them in glorious war. Now, Bez was sure, that he would be the one to see them fall upon the weak lands outside of the Changing Plains like a rampaging Brush Beast.
Bez bared his fangs in a vicious grin at the new Hain. Oh yes. There would be war in his lifetime. He would be on the frontlines as well.
-Vestec has been stealing and corrupting various races and factions to his cause (Angels, Pronobii, Djinni, Hain, and Jvan's flesh cult specifically.)
-Others, he simply changed to his cause rather than corrupted. (Urtelem whose minds he bended, Rovaick and Insidie who he stole and trained differently than the others)
-Vestec has been training and growing these hordes of Chaos for many years now.
-Vestec grew in power (-5 might, level 3 to level 4)
-Vestec created a hero to lead this horde of Chaos, Grot. (-1 might)
@Vec Can Vulamera influence some of the dragons into the Violet Dragons, who hoard wisdom as much as gold? They won't be smart in the book sense, but very wise and meaningful Like if Vowzra tried to write poetry.
They'll still be violent, solitary, aggressive dragons, but they'll be sources of wisdom and deep knowledge to those who can find them without getting killed.
I could have my hero go on a legendary trek to find one of these dragons. It'd be a nice plot device.
They could be the riddler dragons!
'PASS MY RIDDLE. IF YOU'RE RIGHT, I'LL GIVE YOU SOME POWERFUL OBJECT/ADVICE, IF YOU'RE WRONG, I EAT YOU.'
So... Arek hasn't been on since Feb 22. Julkofyr, Lord of Shadows, etc. Also, coincidentally, one who was foolish enough to claim the title of king against Logos.
If he doesn't show, and since there's been nothing said... can Logos kill a certain lord of darkness?
Maybe. The GMS shall confer and get back to you.
In other news, I've encountered a writers block. I can't seem to be able to write about the social traits of my dragons, their societies, if they form any. I've ruminated on this subject for a while now, but other than them being solitary - which is a little boring IMO - the only other idea that came up is to have them live under a sort of loose clan system where the hierarchy sums up to "Might is Right" and the strongest rule over the weaker ones.
You could make their social traits various rather than just one single thing. Say they're as varied as humans with (for example) Black Dragons being solitary, while Ruby Dragons live in clan where whoever is strongest rules and there is constant infighting, while Gold Dragons are much more communal, hoarding their gold together in large clans. So on so forth. Mention a few, but it takes the work load off of you and allows some of us, if we so desire, to make dragon cultures.
These shapeshifters are seeming like the race with the default monopoly on assassins. Seems like they've got all bases covered versus sentients.
Are you sure there's no accessible way to out them if you aren't a magic wielder powerful enough to suck out magic from the air? Normally shapeshifting creatures like that have some little arbitrary weakness, like an allergy to salt or something.
Considering how much Pure energy is in those mountains, you better have a lot of Might saved up and/or some crazy powerful force before you even think about doing that. :)
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Like if Vowzra tried to write poetry.
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