End of the Goblin Lands Part 1: A Brezan Beatdown & Broken Bonds

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King Orongul had woken up this morning the most well positioned olgog in Brez. While the city of Brez was getting torn apart by guerrilla warfare, King Orongul was safe deep below the city in the old grand central station. It had been a beautiful neo-futuristic station with its own coffin motels, lockers, bars, restaurants and even a pharmacy. Tunnels to all the main parts of the city allowed a Brezan in his tribe to travel safely virtually anywhere. He had finally achieved a position of power.
Two, three more meetings and his tribe would be unthreatened by all. But first he had to address the matter of the Kolgul Militia in his territory. King Orongul could use the tribute, and better weapons.
Together with the threat of Kolgul Militia allies, the Brezan King could claim as far as he could take. And either Blood’og, Ganak Lagg or Urog would call upon his aide and offer official recognition of his rule.
King Orongul didn’t mind being a vassal king, as long as his rule was supreme in his own lands.
These truths bounced around his head as he walked down the stairs leading into the lowered room where a ceremonial table had been set.
In the style of the old Goblin Kings he set a table with three plates. On one was a shank of meat, the second a bowl of gru’ie grain well boiled to make it soft. The third was filled with fermented Maklal’Tla.
Yaog was suprisingly broad for a Karovian, and the Brezan King immediately didn’t trust his companion, a smaller olgog dressed in an Earther suit.
Yaog and Vlad waited for the Brezan to start whatever inane ceremony they had planned.
Orongul saw it in their auras as he watched their emotionals flicker across the Leyas around them.
The King lifted up the shank of meat and tore off a chunk and eat it, then placed it down.
Then he placed his full paw in the bowl of grain and pulled out some and chewed it loudly. Then he raised up the bowl of wine and drank deeply before placing it down.
Then he gestured to Yaog.
Yaog grabbed the haft of meat and bit off a large chunk, making sure to chew it thoroughly. Then he repeated the King’s barehand grasping through the grain.
Then he lifted the wine and drank deeply, impressed with what was ostensibly toilet wine.
They smiled at each other and the King said, “Welcome to these lands General of the Kolgul Militia.”
“And greeting to you Great king,” replied Yaog, “The Kolgul Militia is looking for allies in Brez”
Then Vlad reached for the shank, and King Orungul grabbed Vlad’s hand, “That is for Chieftains ONLY. I don’t know if you are Yaog’s lover, adviser or butler, but you are no chieftain of any Gang I know of.”

Vlad’s off hand brushed the springshot hidden in his sleeve. On its darts was a neurotoxin found in the radiant coral of V’crios, mixed with a solution of necrophaghic toxins found in the Agoh nematacyte tendrills. The darts core and one of its multiple spurs was also made of a zela metal alloy, possibly granting a final death to a savage like Orungul. Now none of this matters right now, but it will make a but difference in a little bit of time so just put it back behind your ear for now.

Yaog jumped in saying, “Calm Great King, this may not be a chieftian, but he controls an entire network of allied cells who want to see us take Brez together.”

“No offense is intended to your ally, but I am here to talk of our alliance,” said Orungul taking another drink of wine and handfull of grain, “Not your alliances with others.”

“I hear you,” said Yaog, “And I get it. I’ve been burned by northerners before too. That said there is going to be a lot of death in Brez before this matter is settled. No matter whom wins.”
“I will kill anyone who dares threaten my gang,” said Orungul in a low voice, “I have spilled blood to rise this high, or I would be dead. Send this non-chieftain away Yaog. Let it be just us, so we can talk honestly of things”

“Vlad you heard him,” said Yaog, “I’ll brief you when I get out.”

“That isn’t how this relationship works, Yaog,” said Vlad.

“It does now,” said Yaog.

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and male olgogs. At their lead was an olgog with a dancer’s body, who swung a long halberd in wide crescents.
One of the Kolgul Militiagogs at the door fought back. He drove his own naginata towards the female Olgog and clipped her shoulder. As he struck her, she was striking him as if on instinct. The Chimera claw that affixed the halberd, in place of an axe, swept the Militiagog’s arms off at his shoulders before taking the head.
Yaog rose in anger, drawing a familiar zela blade stolen from the Yagogi. Though Yaog would have considered it a rightously won battle trophy. King Orongul snarled saying, “I want this place locked down.”
Vlad appeared from a nearby shadow and said, “Allow me to prove my usefulness Mighty King. While General Yaog defends your exit.”
“I need no one to defend my exit,” roared Orongul, “No Olgog is a threat to me.”
“Then look upon our foes and tremble,” said Vlad raising a viewing glass to Orongul’s eyes.
“What is this I see?” asked the Ganger King.
“The truth of what you face,” said Vlad sinisterly.
“Then you are right,” said Orongul quickly, “Lead me out of here. To safety.”
“To Safety,” agreed Vlad.

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Yaog looked back to see the Ganger King and the Old Vlad clone fleeing up the rear stairs. He watched Derlur and his compatriots surround him with disinterest. Yaog knew he had been set up, and he suspected the Old Vlad. Not that this mattered now.
Its amazing how sobering the sight of so many assassins is, thought Yaog. He leaned back grabbing the wine bowl. A swig later and he was proper drunk and ready for this.
From the corners of the room stepped Olgogs dressed in hide armor studded with obsidian shards. Each had a lock of fur dyed with soot.
The Kalokgogs serving Yaog had secreted themselves around the room, when the militiagog came in. Originally the plan had been to sneak the Kalokgogs past Orongul’s personal guard using a distraction, but the KGM had been given an opportunity of sorts. If Orongul had failed to join them, the plan had been to cut him to ribbons. Now instead, the Ganger King and Vlad had fled, leaving him here.

The sound of a horn sounding a tactical retreat told Yaog his own Kolgul Militia had been overwhelmed by whomever was following the dancers. Little did he know, his own remaining soldiers and the Gang of Orungul had surrounded the Uf Mag’og. The Uf Mag’og Consigliere Vektor and his Op-u-lints had wagered the right to confront King Orungul and were being escorted up.

The Dragon had gone quiet but his rampage had disabled their defenses on the second floor.

But here in what was the King’s greeting room, Yaog and his Kalokgog were ready for the attackers. Blades clashed on blade as a whirling melee ensued. And it was all around the female olgog with a belly dancer’s body and the halberd. Her name was Kokiyo and her dance was exquisite as the blade and shaft spun with grace to meet each obsidian blades that struck at her. Those foolish enough to land a strike found her axe blade striking deeply into them. Two of the Kalokgogs gathered the flames of the volcano through their spirit and extended fire at Kokiyo.

It would have been a death strike, had another of her companions hurled himself in the way. The Olgog took a chest full of fire and stumbled backwards trying to draw in Healing Leyas. Kokiyo reached over with her halberd keeping back the other two Kalokgogs who were trying to stab her savior in the back.

Kokiyo’s other comrades began to levitate the Kalokgogs up and hurled them against the walls.

Yaog raised his scimitar high when a call came out from the open doorway.

“King Orongul?” asked one of the Gangers.

“Orungul has fled,” said Yaog with a sneer.

The Ganger gaffahed at that, “Never, gog, neva in a millun years. But wait a minnit. If he ain’t here you done something to him?”

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“Where are my Militiagogs?” said Yaog in frustration.

“They are here, General,” said Oliver, who had replaced Gobbog. Poor abused Gobbog, thought Yaog, now that he is gone I miss him. Oliver was an acceptable Militiagog and a competent leader but he didn’t have Gobbog’s personality, “We have brought the leader of the gang? Who are these folks?”

“These folks as you call them are assassins, probably working with the gang leader you just lead right into my presence,” said Yaog in frustration, “You fail me Oliver, fail, fail…fail.”

“Sorry General,” said Oliver in a monotone, “Shall I have him executed?”

“How about you assist us with these enemies first?” asked Yaog incredulously, “You sir, are no Gobbog.”

“And I’ll never be Gobbog, no matter how hard I try,” said Oliver running from the room crying.

“Wow,” said Kokiyo, “Can’t rely on the help these days.”

Vektor and his Op-u-lints entered the chamber and quickly subdued their handlers. A few Op-u-lints created ice walls to block out the doorway and locked out the rest of the KGM and Gang of King Orongul.

Certain Adept Olgogs used the Leyas to become Teleporters in the crowd of GNA soldiers. In a flash of light, the KGM and Gangers of Orongul found themselves surrounding nothing.

Surrounding the Yaog, the Op-u-lints did the same thing.

When the door was finally broken open by a suitably sheepish Oliver, the KGM found itself officially leaderless. Now any other type of Captain than Oliver would have siezed the day and claimed the throne for his own. Most would have done anything to hold that seat, but not Oliver. He liked having someone else make the calls due to his embarrassingly low control over his sadness. It came on him in waves, but now for the first time it was replaced with anger. He knew he had to find his master, and all had heard the story of Bo’gan who had quested to the Tomb Factory of Holys to rescue his own master Eloga.

Oliver returned to his home, the Fortress of the Kolgul Militia. There he went down to one of the lowest dungeons. He opened the door there and light streamed down on Bo’gan. Bo’gan, once leader of the army of Eloga had been sold upriver. Reprogrammed by the Mind Spikes, he then sat in solitary darkness for days. It was an encounter that would shatter the sanity of any sentient exposed to it.

Bo’gan rose swiftly and whispered into Oliver’s ear. And Oliver learned quickly who what kind of olgog his new master was. They acted swiftly. Without Yaog to hold him back, Bo’gan used Oliver to turn the KGM on Filan Greybeard and take the Old general into custody. He then declared the KGM a vassal organization of the Armies of Eloga.

As new General of the Kolgul Militia and Leader once more of the Armies of Eloga it was Bo’gan’s time to begin his rule. And his territory stretched from the caves of Tla’loc’al to the deserts of Brez. It was like an acid burn on the skin of the UtR. An area inside its borders which was autonomous and quite hostile when provoked. Then the rumors began to flow of the Krato military camps being established under Bo’gan. Armorfiend and Sword fiend Pens were soon full to bursting.
Their military might. Beyond compare.

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Epilogue

“Hold Yaog,” said the voice of Mag Auf Yyanyi, an old and wizened hero from the past.

Yaog’s arm was broken, and a pair of turncoat KGMs had revealed their true colors. Both of the KGM Turncoats bore bloody wounds they had suffered attempting to save Yaog. Now they were all surrounded by Vektor’s Op-u-lints and Derlur’s Nomads.

Yaog was filled with rage that his sword had been left behind (lost to the Kolgul Militiagog Oliver but that was unknown to Yaog at the time).

The two ne’er do wells at Yaog’s sides were armed to the teeth, and had tossed Yaog a pair of swordfiend bone katanas. Yet Yaog did not strike, though every fiber of his being wanted to go out in a final epic battle. Instead he said, “Why, little old one, why?”

“There is always tomorrow,” said Mag Auf Yyanyi.

“Then let me die, and inter my bones, and awaken me on that day,” said Yaog with contempt, “So you could not beat my armies and instead you hired assassins to take my head?”

“Yes that is the long and the short of it,” said the ancient one.

“But why?” asked King Urog in confusion, “None of it makes any sense. Doesn’t this go against your belief system? All this violence?”

“I didn’t decide how you accomplished your goal,” said Mag Auf Yyanyi, “That was up to you. But you did succeed in capturing Yaog without killing him. Whether he stays alive is up to him. Do you truly believe Yaog, that which you said before?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” said Yaog.

“I would,” volunteered Vektor.

Yaog said, “Then do it already. I won’t allow myself to be your pawn. The Kolgul Militia will continue its attacks on you Yyanyi. And I will relish it if there is an afterlife.”

“Very well,” said Yyanyi, stepping forward and plunging the cursed needle into Yaog himself. Derlur levitated the two KGM turncoats making them unable to help. The needle melded Yaog to the stone floor of the chamber. It simply looked like a needle that was stuck in the stone.

“What was that?” asked Urog.

“It is a cursed object, and will keep him melded against his will,” said Yyanyi, “But every day he is in there I will bleed from a new wound. It is a fair exchange, and when he awakens again, he will remember his time in the stone. Maybe it will teach him a better way, speak to him as the sand has spoken to me.”

Urog smiled, “I think its time to celebrate.”

A great feast was prepared and urya smoke filled the air. Large spits with roasted ravenous kolgul, mushrooms, savory Ogmaklal fruit, and nanye pear were passed around. Large jugs of Maklaltla moonshine was passed around.

Urog got proper sloshed, and made a toast to the great Mag Auf Yyanyi. Mag Auf Yyanyi made a toast to the Olgog people.

At their side was Daron who was watching Derlur’s Nomad Troupe begin the most beautiful dance. Instead of celebrating by feasting or drinking copious amounts, it seemed the Nomads preferred to dance in devotionals.

Quite a few of the Olgog gangers found themselves ogling Kokiyo as she danced, but she would give none of them her time.

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Rewards

Gang of Uf Mag’og gains Another Lesson from Mag Auf Yyanyi. They have learned how to make Binding Needle. Binding Needle keeps a person melded to a piece of stone, stone floor, soil section or clay statue. However every day that the needle is used to trap someone, The Character who stuck the needle in the Target takes Temper x 2 in No A.R. Damage. Gains one set of armor listed on the character sheet for tribe of the ur-king. Also gains 10 vials of acid.

Yagogi’al gains Oh Turncoats. Both Og’ Lokkol and Kalok’ Lallur will soon be on trial.
They each gain Emotional control bonus of 1.

Daron, Derlur the Nomad, Gang of Uf’Magog all gain one share of the grand Sapphire. This fist sized Sapphire is flawless. Its worth is uncalculatable. Its worth as an art object and museum piece far surpasses that. In the Treaties forum they must decide as a group what to do with the sapphire and how to use it.But they must discuss it and come to an agreement.