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Forum: General Interest Checks
Solace has a lot of knowledge skills and spellcraft, but nothing too special other than that.
Mmm... Still, be careful with your actions.
Given the majority of the Klug's remaining strength is atop that temple, incinerating it would have been akin to saying "Yeah, Ifrit, sign me up, I'm on your team now."
It would have been if there was an actual structure to the temple, but the temple is a hollowed out cave. The "top" of the temple is a flat plateau that is packed with people. Ifrit would have had to pretty much win the battle and kill almost all the Klug's remaining forces to get there safely, and how you would have gotten there unnoticed would be difficult.
Perhaps you're on an outcropping near the top of temple, but on the side of the rock formation?
Perhaps you're on an outcropping near the top of temple, but on the side of the rock formation?
In that case, I hope Ifrit doesn't step on Emily.
Champion of the Klug: Well, suck, there goes our only chance of winning.
~~
Are you invisible? How did you get on top of the temple in the middle of 145 mages without being noticed?
"atop the temple in a seated position, all but hidden by the shadows."
There's no where you could be hidden in the shadows atop the temple. It's a flat rock plateau lit by fires, and manned with over 300 people. Continuity error alert.
Champion of the Klug: Well, suck, there goes our only chance of winning.
~~
Are you invisible? How did you get on top of the temple in the middle of 145 mages without being noticed?
"atop the temple in a seated position, all but hidden by the shadows."
There's no where you could be hidden in the shadows atop the temple. It's a flat rock plateau lit by fires, and manned with over 300 people. Continuity error alert.
My keeper's more of a healer/blesser/anti-magic dude. He's not a big battlefield change maker, he's more along the lines of forcing the other keepers out of the fight so the armies can clash. Which renders him less effective against magic low armies, like I imagine slavers would be.
Haha, I'm not sure I'm up for it at the moment. With my forces comprising 50 musket guys or so and a few dudes with axes, the battle would probably go...
"Alright, VOLLEY!"
"Aye!" *bam*
"Did that kill all of them?"
"No."
"RUN AWAY!"
"Alright, VOLLEY!"
"Aye!" *bam*
"Did that kill all of them?"
"No."
"RUN AWAY!"
I don't think Ifrit will be really affected by the fire. You could probably just edit in a nod to it later.
And ironically, Emily's assistance is what frightens the Klug into deploying their trump card waaaaaay too early.
That the acts performed on themselves were more catastrophic than a stranger who considered herself a monster, was in some way, slightly ironic. But when hundreds of dead are the source of the irony, it is.. Less humorous.
"What sorcery is..." The champion's eyes were wide with shock, seeing the sun and storm, and the devastation Ifrit, Shaige, and the Pain elements were inflicting on his people, before he hardened. "No time left. Time to play our final card."
The Champion fell to the ground, eyes closed and sunk his heavy gauntlets into the mud with a dull thud. When his eyes opened again, they were the eyes of a beast. The eyes, of a Loa. The Klug once had many Loa, as the Mutig. But in a time of great peril, they had combined their powers into one Great Loa. But the spell that sustained them as one being required power, and so a deal was struck. The Klug would have always champion, a great mage, who would sustain, and eventually join into the Great Loa. In return he would wield their power as one of them.
"Mourn the noon, break the dew." His voice intoned, and all through the battlefield, every Klug mage stopped, and intoned with their champion. A mighty spell, and even if some of the casters were slain, there were simply so many to cast it. Even the spell shielding the temple faltered, to draw upon those mages too.
The soldiers atop the terrace, recognizing the signal, lit and send the rocks piled up tumbling down towards the village. The wet ground and thatch suddenly became dry, much of the thatch suddenly leaping up from wild jets of gas. The water that had been formed from the Klug spell, joining together hydrogen and oxygen, was undone. And then, lit on fire by the rolling stones and watchfires set, the entire village went up in somewhat explosive flames. Not a grand explosion all at once, but rather as if it had been set on fire unanimously with a few small pockets of explosion here and there. Regardless, the entire reserve force in the village proper was dead or about to be, and the Pain Elementals, if vulnerable to fire, would have likely suffered similar casualties.
The Shadow Beasts, at the edge of the terrace, would have either had to move up to the terrace in now full broad daylight, from all the fire and light spells going off, and quickly be annihilated, or be in the fire. The Pain Elementals, Ifrit, and Shaige would have to contend with surviving it.
However the shield was down, the village forces were annihilated and the Champions outside army was outgunned with nowhere to run.
Now the mages who had previously maintained the shield came out, spears in hand, and joined the volley of blessed and aflame spears at the village in the general vicinity of where the feared the enemy was. This dire strategy had only been called out once in the history of the Klug, and given the losses already sustained and the unearthly , their morale was low. Only the will of their Champion, felt through the same connection that had allowed the communal spell, kept them fighting as a unit.
"Fire cleanses everything." The champion rose, and with two silent arm motions, caused his forces assembled outside to split in two and run around the burning village towards the temple paths. With the shield down, more conventional protection was required. He followed one of these groups. The Mutig and Zealots, due to the mud, could not move in time to prevent them, though the Zealot's surprising speed would allow them to give close enough chase that the Klug would not have much time to ready themselves once they arrived.
Remaining Forces:
350 Soldiers on the outside with the champion (they had staggered formations to reduce the effectiveness of arrow volleys and fireballs, coincidentally.)
0 Soldiers in the village.
140 Soldiers on the Terrace, 50 mages on the terrace.
180 Soldiers on the Terrace, 145 mages on the terrace (the shield is broken)
5000 civilians
330 Tier 1s dead, 5 mages dead.
And that's the last special trick they've got up their sleeve. They are pretty much reduced to "hold the temple grounds, throw spears, and hope the champion can best Shaige."
~~
"What sorcery is..." The champion's eyes were wide with shock, seeing the sun and storm, and the devastation Ifrit, Shaige, and the Pain elements were inflicting on his people, before he hardened. "No time left. Time to play our final card."
The Champion fell to the ground, eyes closed and sunk his heavy gauntlets into the mud with a dull thud. When his eyes opened again, they were the eyes of a beast. The eyes, of a Loa. The Klug once had many Loa, as the Mutig. But in a time of great peril, they had combined their powers into one Great Loa. But the spell that sustained them as one being required power, and so a deal was struck. The Klug would have always champion, a great mage, who would sustain, and eventually join into the Great Loa. In return he would wield their power as one of them.
"Mourn the noon, break the dew." His voice intoned, and all through the battlefield, every Klug mage stopped, and intoned with their champion. A mighty spell, and even if some of the casters were slain, there were simply so many to cast it. Even the spell shielding the temple faltered, to draw upon those mages too.
The soldiers atop the terrace, recognizing the signal, lit and send the rocks piled up tumbling down towards the village. The wet ground and thatch suddenly became dry, much of the thatch suddenly leaping up from wild jets of gas. The water that had been formed from the Klug spell, joining together hydrogen and oxygen, was undone. And then, lit on fire by the rolling stones and watchfires set, the entire village went up in somewhat explosive flames. Not a grand explosion all at once, but rather as if it had been set on fire unanimously with a few small pockets of explosion here and there. Regardless, the entire reserve force in the village proper was dead or about to be, and the Pain Elementals, if vulnerable to fire, would have likely suffered similar casualties.
The Shadow Beasts, at the edge of the terrace, would have either had to move up to the terrace in now full broad daylight, from all the fire and light spells going off, and quickly be annihilated, or be in the fire. The Pain Elementals, Ifrit, and Shaige would have to contend with surviving it.
However the shield was down, the village forces were annihilated and the Champions outside army was outgunned with nowhere to run.
Now the mages who had previously maintained the shield came out, spears in hand, and joined the volley of blessed and aflame spears at the village in the general vicinity of where the feared the enemy was. This dire strategy had only been called out once in the history of the Klug, and given the losses already sustained and the unearthly , their morale was low. Only the will of their Champion, felt through the same connection that had allowed the communal spell, kept them fighting as a unit.
"Fire cleanses everything." The champion rose, and with two silent arm motions, caused his forces assembled outside to split in two and run around the burning village towards the temple paths. With the shield down, more conventional protection was required. He followed one of these groups. The Mutig and Zealots, due to the mud, could not move in time to prevent them, though the Zealot's surprising speed would allow them to give close enough chase that the Klug would not have much time to ready themselves once they arrived.
Remaining Forces:
350 Soldiers on the outside with the champion (they had staggered formations to reduce the effectiveness of arrow volleys and fireballs, coincidentally.)
0 Soldiers in the village.
140 Soldiers on the Terrace, 50 mages on the terrace.
180 Soldiers on the Terrace, 145 mages on the terrace (the shield is broken)
5000 civilians
330 Tier 1s dead, 5 mages dead.
And that's the last special trick they've got up their sleeve. They are pretty much reduced to "hold the temple grounds, throw spears, and hope the champion can best Shaige."
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