"I suppose it'd be enough to just say that they felt like something was about to happen, I only ask out of curiosity because I don't think you mentioned why."
Due to the tribes high animosity with each other, they would naturally spy and raid on each other. After having witnessed what happened to the Mutig... They would naturally fear the same was going to happen to them. And if none of their scouts made it back, they'd fear the same thing. This was vaguely hinted at when the champion mentioned the Mutig.
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Didn't want to make things boring, so instead of two wooden walls, you get a simple "caution-spikey death" area and a temple fortress.
The village had a simple plan for defense. There are few tools by which a mortal man could wound creatures of ghost and shadow. But there are a few.
Fire cleanses everything. Good or ill, build a fire hot enough, and burns everything to ash, pure and untainted. The presence of fire magic and elementals strained this principle, but did not overrule it. One simply needed a hotter fire.
A ring of torches lit the perimeter, which, was not a full wall, but rather rows of sharpened stakes that would slow infantry but not stop them, but would effectively deter cavalry. The village's primary threats to their way of life were civilized nations and their formations and cavalry, not the raiders from fellow tribes, though those raids be more common.
At the back of the village, there was a mighty plateau of bare rock, a winding path up multiple terraces leading to the top only on the side of the village. The temple of the Klug was their last refuge, the entry at the top of this plateau but the complex leading all the way down into the base. In the past, when nations struck at the five tribes and others were scattered, the Klug retreated their women and their children to the inside of the temple, while the men fought inside the town. They did not hide in the temple's fastness, yet fought harder to protect their families.
A hundred of the holy men of the Klug prayed inside the temple around a great fire that produced a plume of multicolored smoke, like a glorious headdress for the rock formation. Its stone was rendered impervious to spell, spirit, or steel by their chant*. But there was a weakness to this spell. The smoke and fire had to keep going, and so the exit could not be sealed lest everyone die without air. Two hundred of the Klug warriors remained atop the rock to protect it from assault. The terraces had many small fires lit, next to great stacks and rings of throwing spears. Rocks too, were readied and piled around the edges. These rocks were wrapped in grass and bundles, wet with liquid.
Throughout the town paths were made, grass and other brush piled up and wet with liquid. It was a bit odd that if it was intended to light them, the paths were not aligned so that the fires would not catch the nearby buildings aflame.
0/10 Until the Klug let their guard down. If no forces disturb the Tribes further for awhile, the Klug will likely assume the threat is passed and lower their guard. They cannot maintain this heightened state of alert forever.
*Technically not true in that enough firepower would get through, but with 100 guys bolstering the spell, you'd have a real pain making good headway.
Fire cleanses everything. Good or ill, build a fire hot enough, and burns everything to ash, pure and untainted. The presence of fire magic and elementals strained this principle, but did not overrule it. One simply needed a hotter fire.
A ring of torches lit the perimeter, which, was not a full wall, but rather rows of sharpened stakes that would slow infantry but not stop them, but would effectively deter cavalry. The village's primary threats to their way of life were civilized nations and their formations and cavalry, not the raiders from fellow tribes, though those raids be more common.
At the back of the village, there was a mighty plateau of bare rock, a winding path up multiple terraces leading to the top only on the side of the village. The temple of the Klug was their last refuge, the entry at the top of this plateau but the complex leading all the way down into the base. In the past, when nations struck at the five tribes and others were scattered, the Klug retreated their women and their children to the inside of the temple, while the men fought inside the town. They did not hide in the temple's fastness, yet fought harder to protect their families.
A hundred of the holy men of the Klug prayed inside the temple around a great fire that produced a plume of multicolored smoke, like a glorious headdress for the rock formation. Its stone was rendered impervious to spell, spirit, or steel by their chant*. But there was a weakness to this spell. The smoke and fire had to keep going, and so the exit could not be sealed lest everyone die without air. Two hundred of the Klug warriors remained atop the rock to protect it from assault. The terraces had many small fires lit, next to great stacks and rings of throwing spears. Rocks too, were readied and piled around the edges. These rocks were wrapped in grass and bundles, wet with liquid.
Throughout the town paths were made, grass and other brush piled up and wet with liquid. It was a bit odd that if it was intended to light them, the paths were not aligned so that the fires would not catch the nearby buildings aflame.
0/10 Until the Klug let their guard down. If no forces disturb the Tribes further for awhile, the Klug will likely assume the threat is passed and lower their guard. They cannot maintain this heightened state of alert forever.
*Technically not true in that enough firepower would get through, but with 100 guys bolstering the spell, you'd have a real pain making good headway.
So, I is confused, if you're building a building, you can't stop and then resume later? Does the building collapse while you're not looking? :P
Anyway, do you want me to layout the defenses or you to layout the attack first? I think with your shadow beings, you'd have the element of advantage as far as scouting goes, but with the Loa being common knowledge among these tribes, you wouldn't be able to sneak up on the big leaders.
Indeed, if it weren't for the pain elementals, I'd say the numbers would slaughter you.
So, about how many Tier 1 (normal humans with training) baddies should the Klug have, how many Tier 2s (magic, bros!) should the Klug have, and what level of entrenchments should they have?
My strategy will be very different if I have 10 guys versus if I have 200.
My strategy will be very different if I have 10 guys versus if I have 200.
Oops. Yeah, I have no idea how I got from Klug to Zulg.
Abysmal Loa accent is go!
A village swarmed with activity, tribesmen preparing for battle, above the hustle and bustle on an outcropping of rock, sat a lone man. No shirt or weapon, just a crude pipe, pants, and glorious tattoos that put most dress finery of civilized nations to shame.
Taking in a puff of whatever was burning in the pipe, the man seemed troubled. His breath exhaled slowly, barely projecting the smoke away from his face.
"Hey, Brotha, hos be da champ a de Klug llivin?" What seemed to be some sort of impossibly colored leopard, icy blue base with black spots, stalked up behind the man, gently rubbing his flank across the Champion as he passed.
"..." The Champion did not respond, but set the pipe down, not taking another breath. The Loa read the moment and sat down beside him.
"They really stung up the hornets nest." The Champion's head lowered, and he reached to scratch the Loa's neck.
"Mmmmm..." The Loa appreciated the gesture for a few moments before responding. "Yeh, but dey neva was gud fer much."
"The Mutig were na bad." The Champ's accent showed a slight hint of his constant Loa companion's speech after all these years. As the Loa raised an eye, the champ smirked, "Not that I was gonna marry dem."
Looking out over his village, The Champ sighed "Thing's gonna change, Gau."
The Loa suddenly burst out laughing, "Ting's change befar ya was born, littal bwoy, afta ya dia. Neva live longa ta see."
"Still.. We gonna play the old draw card before dey do?" The Champion took a hearty breath of the smoke from his pipe before blowing it all over Gau's face. Gau just sucked it all in, and with a moment of concentration blew out, spreading a smoke over the nearby rock, icing it up.
"Ya."
And so they sat, waited, and watched, together as always as war came to the Klug.
Taking in a puff of whatever was burning in the pipe, the man seemed troubled. His breath exhaled slowly, barely projecting the smoke away from his face.
"Hey, Brotha, hos be da champ a de Klug llivin?" What seemed to be some sort of impossibly colored leopard, icy blue base with black spots, stalked up behind the man, gently rubbing his flank across the Champion as he passed.
"..." The Champion did not respond, but set the pipe down, not taking another breath. The Loa read the moment and sat down beside him.
"They really stung up the hornets nest." The Champion's head lowered, and he reached to scratch the Loa's neck.
"Mmmmm..." The Loa appreciated the gesture for a few moments before responding. "Yeh, but dey neva was gud fer much."
"The Mutig were na bad." The Champ's accent showed a slight hint of his constant Loa companion's speech after all these years. As the Loa raised an eye, the champ smirked, "Not that I was gonna marry dem."
Looking out over his village, The Champ sighed "Thing's gonna change, Gau."
The Loa suddenly burst out laughing, "Ting's change befar ya was born, littal bwoy, afta ya dia. Neva live longa ta see."
"Still.. We gonna play the old draw card before dey do?" The Champion took a hearty breath of the smoke from his pipe before blowing it all over Gau's face. Gau just sucked it all in, and with a moment of concentration blew out, spreading a smoke over the nearby rock, icing it up.
"Ya."
And so they sat, waited, and watched, together as always as war came to the Klug.
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