Roleplaying is the only thing that gives meaning to my mediocre existence. And cookies too.
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Wants to be a saikyou hero.
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Bio
I am a rather middling RPer who likes to believe they are actually at an advanced level. This is of course, nonsense created by my desire to be known as good at something. In otherwords, I'm kinda okay at things and stuff.
A melee ensues, at last the sellswords crash against the azure wave of gibbering oily monsters. . . And it's a slaughter. Indeed their gambit pays off as Yeek after Yeek falls prey to their experience, their art of warfare. Even despite the brash acts of the boy, Etor. He has his breastplate and competent allies to thank for his deliverance. No doubt the gods whom weave fate had a hand or two to play at that.
YEEK SKIRMISHER #1 attacks ETOR with its CLAWS and misses.
ETOR counters with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR, killing the Yeek and receiving 13 EXP.
YEEK #5 attacks ETOR twice with its CLAWS and HITS for 2 Damage.
ETOR counters with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR, killing the Yeek and receiving 18 EXP.
YEEK SKIRMISHER #5 attacks ETOR with its GNARLED BOW and HITS for 3 Damage. Etor receives 2 EXP
Siris bears a greater brunt of the Yeek assault, shield and armor similarly bound to his pale squishy flesh. Warding off any and all blows just as his personality. Regardless, he's quick with the blade and makes short work of the Blue Yeeks, though is quickly parried by the warrior who no doubt stands firm unto its death. Respectable for a hideous creature.
YEEK #2 and #3 attack SIRIS with their CLAWS TWICE and HIT. dealing 0 Damage.
SIRIS counters with his SHORT SWORD, killing both and receiving 34 EXP.
YEEK WARRIOR #5 attacks SIRIS with their GNARLED SPEAR and HITS. dealing 3 Damage.
SIRIS counters with his SHORT SWORD and MISSES. He receives 2 EXP
Bringing up the rear, both Lyun and Ashur are assailed by the monsters as they funnel out from between two sandbrick walls, Kastilus remains exposed and similarly poised, unflinching, even intrigued as the Yeeks are upon them.
YEEK WARRIOR #3 attacks ASHUR with their GNARLED SPEAR and HITS. dealing 4 Damage.
ASHUR counters with his CURVED BLADE and HITS for 3 Damage. He receives 4 EXP
YEEK #4 attacks LYUN with their CLAWS and HITS. dealing 4 Damage.
LYUN counters with his BATTLE AXE and HITS for DEATH. He receives 18 EXP
BLUE YEEKS x 0 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHERS x 5 BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 4 BLUE YEEK ENSI x 2
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 5
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
Kastilus: Despite the circumstance, an air of nervous tension nary befalls the robed gebtleman's face. Nay. Rather he steps too, not even backing down an inch from the detestable creatures assailing his mercs, he's apparently confident in his purchase. In fact, he breaks from the Theurg's succor, moving by way of the creeping pair, Ashür and Lyun."It is as Iddin says! But you know of divine speech? I wouldn't peg such a dour coin-blade a Theurg as well!"
Kastilus moves six tiles to 20-28
There is no response. Ashür clearly focuses his attention here on for the the battle ahead.
"Aaaah, Mystic then. . ." Kastilus muses, standing tall as his guards begin their gambit.
It wasn't long at all until the mad blue imps clash, their dry woods and strapped together paper armor of barks and the like against the metal of the sellswords. Just as quickly too they fall. Indeed before the monsters knew it, one of their finest warriors was felled by the rider, while another took a grievous wound by the similarly blue-haired spear-man. Despite the incoming, knowing destruction of their tribe, they were undaunted. Perhaps emboldened even.
This was only intensified by the low droning of the Yeek Ensi, if you could use such a word on the devils. Like a shabby mirror of Iddin-Ninshubar, the robed one chanted while holding aloft a jagged pillar of gray rock, clacking it rhythmically against any and all surfaces to remind its flock of the rigidity of their god.
Yeek Ensi #1 casts Word of Zuug'Agblish
Another hapless beast falls by the sting of two arrows, their crumbling walls doing little to offer them succor. And while the rest respond by congregating toward their shaman, the wounded warrior darts forth toward Etor, its attacker. With the last embers of its fetid strength, raises the pointed spear the boy's way and pierces naught but the dry air.
YEEK WARRIOR #3 attacks ETOR with its GNARLED SPEAR and misses. HIT RATE -- 74% (95)
ETOR counterattacks with his BRONZE LONGSPEAR and deals 7 DAMAGE killing YEEK WARRIOR #3 and gaining 18 EXP HIT RATE -- 65% (32)
BLUE YEEKS x 4 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHERS x 7 BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 3 BLUE YEEK ENSI x 2
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 5
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
Ashür: "The Divine Language. . ." Ashür murmurs, as the ethereal voice of the Yeek carries down their way past the ruins. He shudders at the thought, "How could such beasts learn to utter the words of the gods?" He questions, for the most part directed by way of Iddin and Kastilus, the rest of the group lacking the context by which to reply. Regardless, he moves up, blade in hand as Siris and Lyun ready the flanks.
From every which way now that gibbering coalesces into a single entity as the blue devils begin to pour out from every nook and cranny amidst the ruins. They dance with spear, bow, and claw toward the arrivals of humans who scheme and dart from tree to tree with their own fangs of bronze and iron, to the humble Yeek, sacrifices to Zuug'Agblish, ironically unaware of the meaning of their own deity.
As the caribou horn bleats it's reverberating call, the shaman hops and skips up those block steps far too large for its diminutive stature and heaves its body against the crumbling doors of the complex. They grind slowly open, as yet more little blue figures squeak across the sandstone by their rubbery pad-feet.
One is even so bold as to raise their wooden spear by way of the mounted camel rider, a man with a sharp pointy stick of their own, one that gleams in the high morn' sun.
YEEK WARRIOR II ATTACKS ZARIF WITH ITS GNARLED SPEAR FOR 6 DAMAGE
HIT RATE - 68% (34)
ZARIF COUNTERATTACKSx2 YEEK WARRIOR IIWITH HIS BRONZE SHORT SPEAR FOR 18 DAMAGE, KILLING THE YEEK.
HIT RATE - 91%x2 (57/41)
Zarif gains 21 Experience!
BLUE YEEKS x 5 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHERS x 7 BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 5 BLUE YEEK ENSI x 2
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 5
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
Ashür: The bandit watches his companions to the north engage the blue monsters at last, cruelly or perhaps dismally, picturing their demise only to be pleasantly surprised at their competence. . . As always. Regardless, he uses his band's ever present ability to cause a commotion to sweep around the side of one of the Yeeks' sand brick walls, poising himself to back up Lyun's undoubtedly devastating charge.
-- ROUT THE ENEMY -- -- DESCEND INTO THE ZIGGURAT -- -- DO NOT ALLOW KASTILUS TO FALL --
FOES
BLUE YEEKS x 5 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHERS x 7 BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 6 BLUE YEEK ENSI x 2
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 4
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
Heal -- 𒀀
MIGHT | 0 (As Melee)
ACCURACY | 90 (As Melee)
WEIGHT | 0
CONDITION | 20
RANGE | 1
SPECIAL | Restores VIT to an adjacent ally equal to (SRT+7)
COST | 250
Word of Zuug-Agbliish -- 𒀯
MIGHT | 1 (As Melee)
ACCURACY | 80 (As Melee)
WEIGHT | 2
CONDITION | 4/4
RANGE | 4
SPECIAL | Until the start of this unit's next turn, all allies within four tiles gain +2 Might +15 AVO, while foes lose -15 AVO
COST | --
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
BLUE YEEK #1 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #2 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #3 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #4 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #5 VIT 10/10 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #1 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #2 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #3 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #4 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #5 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #6 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #7 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10 BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #1 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #2 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #3 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #4 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #5 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #6 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5 BLUE YEEK ENSI #1 VIT 9/9 HEAL 20/20 WORD OF ZUUG 4/4
BLUE YEEK ENSI #2 VIT 9/9 HEAL 20/20 WORD OF ZUUG 4/4
Zarif and Etor dart off upon the majestic and powerful Salador as the rest of the party disperse from the clearing thicket, albeit with the lacking leadership of the loose-knit band. No honeyed words or best laid plans it seemed ever quite came to fruition for the Hellions as they were, lest, not without their commander. Regardless, the dust kicked up by the camel's hooves was more than enough to signal the mournful Yeeks, whose droning chants and cries slowly came to a silence.
Not long after a collective gibbering, a bark, a call, several oily feet smack against the packed dry soil, scrambling for a better position. The 'warriors' if you can call them so much as that dart from sand block staircase leading up to the great timeworn doors of the ziggurat proper, all to protect their shaman, their Ensi. A pair climb high upon their makeshift towers, hoping that their beady eyes could catch a glimpse of their foe. But little more than a fog of grit hands low in the air, and the cursed beasts see no more than Etor and Zarif riding their way. It matters not, any human is an enemy to the Yeeks. And much like nesting hornets, any enemy must be met with the full force of the tribe. The little blue gremlin upon the eastern tower blows a caribou bone horn with a high pitched squeal. . .
Gesties:"Damn! Damn . . ! Damn those little shits!!" A hunter garbed in shredded purples slams his cracked fists at the cell door from which he's entrapped, unable to make even the slightest headway. "Argh! Locked away with all this treasure, isn't that rich? Hehehe."
Ashür: The bandit scoffs to himself, at the very first INTEGRAL moves, that damnable merchant dashes their strategy to the dust, snatching the boy up and riding ahead. Still, he can't possbibly deny the benefit of their smoke screen, nor their element of surprise. And with that, he dashes into the small treeline beyond a ruined cottage, aiming to dive right between the Yeek's crumbling walls. . .
Ashür moves SEVEN tiles to 13-30, Into the thicket.
"Let us cut off the head." He speaks aloud, "The rest are always sure to fall."
-- ROUT THE ENEMY -- -- DESCEND INTO THE ZIGGURAT -- -- DO NOT ALLOW KASTILUS TO FALL --
FOES
BLUE YEEKS x 5 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHERS x 7 BLUE YEEK WARRIORS x 6 BLUE YEEK ENSI x 2
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 4
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
Heal -- 𒀀
MIGHT | 0 (As Melee)
ACCURACY | 90 (As Melee)
WEIGHT | 0
CONDITION | 20
RANGE | 1
SPECIAL | Restores VIT to an adjacent ally equal to (SRT+7)
COST | 250
Word of Zuug-Agbliish -- 𒀯
MIGHT | 1 (As Melee)
ACCURACY | 80 (As Melee)
WEIGHT | 2
CONDITION | 4/4
RANGE | 4
SPECIAL | Until the start of this unit's next turn, all allies within four tiles gain +2 Might +15 AVO, while foes lose -15 AVO
COST | --
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
BLUE YEEK #1 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #2 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #3 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #4 VIT 10/10
BLUE YEEK #5 VIT 10/10 BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #1 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #2 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #3 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #4 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #5 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #6 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10
BLUE YEEK SKIRMISHER #7 VIT 8/8 GNARLED BOW 10/10 BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #1 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #2 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #3 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #4 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #5 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5
BLUE YEEK WARRIOR #6 VIT 11/11 GNARLED SPEAR 5/5 BLUE YEEK ENSI #1 VIT 9/9 HEAL 20/20 WORD OF ZUUG 4/4
BLUE YEEK ENSI #2 VIT 9/9 HEAL 20/20 WORD OF ZUUG 4/4
Kastilus:The excitable researcher shifts just a tad bit, perhaps nervous or perhaps on the edge of anticipation. Regardless, he keeps himself adjacent to Iddin at all times.
Ashür: He merely nods by way of the young thief, Makeen's always proven reliable despite his age. "Right." The bandit hisses to the group, "It's drudgery time." With that he gestures toward the younger boys and makes the first movements.
Ashür moves SIX tiles to 8-32, just beside Zarif.
"Forget not my words. Fall to a Yeek and consider yourself fallen to the gods. . ." The lanky man unsheathes his similarly lengthy curved blade from its sheath with a dull wooden rasp, creeping between the brush where the merchant readies himself and his mount to take off.
Kastilus:"I abhor, no, detest acts of unheeded violence as these. . ." The sun-cracked archaeologist muses, somewhat contradictory to his earlier enthusiasm. "Still! Our work will be that of legends fine Hellions!" He then exclaims, though muted somewhat still by the dead look on Ashür's face. "Ahem. . . Good Theurg, I'll stay by your side for this sojourn."
Ashür: Beams yet another one of his trademarked glares, this time Siris's way just beside him, "Seal your lips newblood. Your heedlessness is your undoing." Those sunken eyes of his meticulously wander away from the foolhardy warrior, across the clearing to the vibrantly haired youth.
"I am not opposed to the boy's idea." He states, "Still, best to be sure we remain in the Theurg's sight. Bled out by a gaggle of Yeeks is a tale your progeny will never be rid of. . ." Despite his words Ashür looks to the east, where hills form a natural valley leading up to the Ziggurat, tempting a path it may be.
Kastilus:"Here we are gentlemen. That special feeling of mine prevailed, I simply knew we would locate the Ziggurat by dusk!" Excitably, the finely dressed archeologist in royal hues stepped just a arm's length too far our from the sparse forest clearing by which the company rest. Without a moments warning the nape of his collar his pulled taut and the spindly older man is nigh pulled to the ground; robbed of the majestic yet mysterious sight of the ancient structure, replaced instantly by the figure of a camel and its rider.
Ashür:"Do not make a move 'lest we say as such." So speaks the dour-eyed brigand amidst the band, releasing his grip upon their tag-along who gently scoffs in response, now wrapped tightly in a sellsword-blanket. "Be not hasty." He adds.
Kastilus:"And how could I ever?" Their current employer replies, dusting himself off and continuing just as effervescently, "This, dear friends, is a grand discovery! The lost Zagrosi Ziggurat's store untold riches deep within their vaults. Nay, not just so! The knowledge of golden ages long past as well. . ."
Ashür quiets the man down with a mere glare and insinuation toward the hilt of his blade. It has been three days and three nights trek through the rocky dunes of Zagros far to the south-east, near the Akkadian border. Now that the company happens upon this small scrub-land, they take full advantage of its bounty; beating the sand out of their boots and languring yet cautious beneath the shade of bao-bob trees.
Ruins dot the sun-baked grassland for miles, whether they be ancient towers of limestone or the long-rotted carcasses of vanished villages and huts. Beyond that a plateau of stone still standing tall beneath the rising peak with nary even the first signs of crumbling away to dust. Together these facts speak not only to the majesty of ages past, but to the mystique of these mountain foothills, for no man dwells there yet longer, it is no cradle of civilization, but it seems a graveyard. . .
Yet so, the marks of life are strong within this place. It is not long before the Hellions' succor 'neath the trees comes to an end, marked by a low croaking chant that builds and rises, carrying itself well across the foothills with a mighty echo. The roar and crackle of flame is set; the baseline to the chorus.
Ashür:"That awful sound; merchant, what do you see. . ?" His voice is that of a whisper now toward Zarif and Salador, and the company's movements still, unwilling to snap even a twig in the thicket.
Squat, gangrenous blue men draped in mops of seaweed-like hair and just as slick dance and sing a mournful song around the base a growing flame as the Sun begins to set. It is difficult to pick out beyond the slatted walls of pitched rock, but the stench filling the air for miles makes it clear. A mound of azure corpses of the little men, bled out and dismembered take well to the flame. Their oily bodies and filthy mops casting a smoke so foul as to choke the life out of a full grown man about the foothills.
Ashür:"Disgusting. This is no lost ruin. . ." The bandit's disdain grows clear as day, perhaps even the lightest hint of a popped vein makes itself known in his temple. "Yeeks." He says, naming the creatures beyond without even witnessing their warty blue skin. "You didn't mention there'd be beasts as these about. . ." Ashür adds with a foul taste upon his tongue.
Kastilus:"This is precisely what I hired you for. Think twice before you speak." He takes a bit of a whiff, that stench on the air. "I can tell they are immolating their dead, this is the perfect chance to finish them off and secure your pay."
Ashür on Yeeks
"As I said. . . Detestable little beasts. These lilliputian gremlins are tribalistic, cunning, and fiercely territorial. The moment those beady, hateful eyes rest upon us spells for a battle. Of course it seems we've happened upon them as they mourn their dead with a fire, a ritual I expect we'd not endure on 'morrow's eve."
"They say the Yeeks were of mankind once, twisted for some lost transgression of petty nature by the gods, theft or burglary. . . But their vile biology thrived, and they multiplied beneath the Zagros mountains, hidden beneath the eye of the common folk. A great sage once mused, the god of the Yeeks, Zuug-Agbliish, stands arms crossed as an eleven foot statue of iron upon the peak of Zagros, awaiting the day their children grow to scale the barren cliffs. Ironic, a twist of fate really, for they fear little more than great heights."
SPECIAL | Thin and nigh serrated, natural weapons of the Yeek.
CLASS | BLADE
GNARLED BOW
MIGHT | 1
ACCURACY | 70
WEIGHT | 5
CONDITION | 10/10
RANGE | 2
SPECIAL | Little more than a tree limb of strong wood.
CLASS | RANGED
YEEK HIDE
DEFENSE | 1
WEIGHT | 0
SPECIAL | Rubbery and blue.
ARCED SHOTS -- When firing a ranged weapon from a higher elevation than the target, this unit's range is increased by 2 tiles and MGT by +1. JITTERY -- After engaging in battle, this unit may move to an unoccupied adjacent tile.
[center]I am a rather middling RPer who likes to believe they are actually at an advanced level. This is of course, nonsense created by my desire to be known as good at something. In otherwords, I'm kinda okay at things and stuff.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br><div class="bb-center">I am a rather middling RPer who likes to believe they are actually at an advanced level. This is of course, nonsense created by my desire to be known as good at something. In otherwords, I'm kinda okay at things and stuff.</div></div>
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