The town of Simonsburg had grown into a small city, and its original walls now just held the old city with its Earther-style wooden houses and brick buildings. Miles around that extended a new wall, complete with towers and bunkers, and between old wall and new wall was the tent city of Simonsburg. Thousands of families lived there, relying on the artificed water supplies and artificed sewage systems for such close living.
It also made them a perfect target for Church of One Artillery.
Lacking news of any violent successes against the Goblins, the government of Dunesphere ordered a crusade be prepared. Messages of the expanding city of Olgogs working alongside Earthers threatened the storyline the Church of One had told its adherents for generations. These were not the bloodthirsty goblins the church had railed against, they were fair and honest merchants, and hard workers with families. Already more heretics had to be crucified than the last decade, in Dunesphere proper, for speaking kindly of the Goblins or daring to call them Olgogs.
The attack was swift. Captain Siedermann of the illustrious family line of Inquisitor Lord Siedermann was chosen by the High Inquisitors of the Colony of Dunesphere. Their choice twofold. Since Lord Siedermann had disappeared in the Goblin Lands, his many descendants working in various positions of the Dunesphere government had found themselves under increased scruitiny. It would allow Captain Siedermann to prove his own loyalty and the loyalty of his family. Far more insidiously, the High Inquisitors had hoped to lure out the aged cyborg Lord Siedermann with the captain as bait.
Using “secret Inquisition tunnels” muted codeword for artificings that the Church officially killed its owns parishoners for tapping into, the knights were led blindfolded until they reached the walls of Simonsburg as the sun rose.
Captain Siedermann did as ordered and went into the town and met with its leadership. He demanded their surrender and full withdrawl as ordered. He played the part to its fullest. And convinced the council of the danger they were in. At least he could assure himself they did not die in an unexpected shelling. Once they were clear that the lives of everyone in this village were in danger he returned to his lines and began the assault as ordered.
Captain Siedermann signalled to the artillery to begin its shelling. The first few rounds got through, killing waking Olgogs in their tents. Whole families were slaughtered by the scything shrapnel and their bodies consumed by the fires started soon after. But it was only that first salvo that got through. Once the walls of Simonsburg fell, the Armies of Yyan Kol and other Earthmancers of the gathered tribes worked together. A new wall of thick stone rose in the place of the shattered wall.
Like a mudslide it rose even high splitting off sections that extended over the attacking army.
From his position across the dunes, Captain Siedermann could see other stone walls rising up on other sides of the artillery position. The walls met, and a smooth dome of stone enclosed the artillery striders, their crews and a large force of paladins on horseback.
Captain Siedermann had actually been quite upset about being chosen, expecting his superiors had discovered he was secretly a VLAD agent and spy. He honestly hadn’t wanted to go ahead with the attack, and had purposely chose not to wipe out the center of government in one strike. Above him, leather and wood zepplins rose into the sky. The olgogs onboard whooped and hollered as they cut down troops to the left and right of Siedermann with .50 cal machinegun rounds. The anti-material ammunition pulped the flesh they struck, punching through plate armor like paper. Siedermann saw a line of humans and horses cut down, and the zepplins rose higher firing off more ammunition.
Siedermann didn’t like his current gig but he was responsible for the kids the mad zealous church of Dunesphere had put under his control. And he knew he was failing them. He ran for one of the Inqusition tent’s knowing a weapon that could at least disable the tents might be stored there.
Sand was kicked up all around him as the gunners tried to get their bead on him. Then he was safely over the Dune top, and into the tent.
Inside its hot walls, adorned with crosses with grusome tortured images of suffering, Siedermann found a small armory of technological weapons. And two Inquisitors standing in front of a box with a key on top and a digital counter with holographic display. It showed a status system for an earther atomic.
“What in god’s name is going on in here?” he asked angrily.
“In god’s name indeed,” said Inquisitor Richel, “The camp we had you order your men to set up has five tents like this. If the goblins think they will win this fight, they are wrong.”
“This will kill our men too,” said Captain Siedermann, “What are you thinking?”
“That all men die,” said Richel with a sneer, “Let these die in the name of purifying this planet of our hated foe.”
Siedermann prompty drew his revolver and shot both Inquisitors in the head. He adorned himself with their robes, stealing a pair of grenades and a large artificed cross in the process. The nuke he rigged with grenades in case anyone was stupid enough to activate it. Then beams of energy cut through the walls of the tent.
Goblin Lands 2 Diplomatic Event Week 16: Prologue to Part 2
Once more out in the open sun, Siedermann could see almost his army had been completely taken out. Yes they were zealots, but Siedermann still felt something for such ignorant souls. The city’s outer walls now seemed thicked higher wider and more imposing than when they had first bombarded it.
A mighty black scaled dragon flew high over its walls, while penguin-like monsters armed with rifles added their firepower to that of the gunners. Scarab-like stone armatures attacked from other directions, and bi-planes flew overhead. Artificed Craft flew overhead as well, driving off Siedermann’s evacuation craft, and the captain knew they would have to ride out of here.
Beams of energy lanced again over his head striking down knights and squires alike. The air smelled of cooked flesh, and a charnel scent filled his nose. The monster who flew above the city, like some dark and evil god from a forgotten mythology had four demonic wings spread out. Its hands held cannons that fired the energy beams that now killed so many. Was this the Krodnok whose faithfull had been reported in all the southern settlements?
The cross was raised and Siedermann put his full faith into praying for his safety. The Inquisition artifact activated just as the Krodnok fired his cannons on the captain. The beams were reflected back by the cross striking the dead being and hurling him like a meteor towards the crowd with a sound boom and crash.
Siedermann knew he was going to regret that but he had to rally the troops had have them with draw, taking the nukes far from the city. Two knights rode up alongside him with a horse.
“Captain, a challenge has been issued from the wall. Their greatest champion will meet you in battle,” said the knight, fully believing in these arcane rules of courtly etiquette.
“I will meet them,” said Siedermann, “But I doubt it is their greatest champion. Gul’al has not been seen for the better part of the year.”
The paladins quieted when they heard the name of the dreaded Goblin King Gul’al the warrior queen of the Great Northern Army.
“It couldn’t be her,” said one paladin.
“We will find out soon enough,” said Siedermann.
The imposing alpha Olgog female rose up on the saddle of her Brezan at the wall a Hobtor battlehammer clenched in her grip. They leapt off, landing agilily on the brezan stalkers’ larger legs and began a running charge. Like a swarm, the rest of the Olgog cavalry followed behind her.
Siedermann called his own remaining cavalry to his side. Now he could not run. The stalkers would catch up and they would be cut apart. He stepped down from his horse and turned to his knights to dismount as well.
“On this day I may have not led you well. On this day I may have failed you. But on this day it was not your faith that failed you. Your faith is powerful and strong, but misguided. Here I stand to tell you the truth,” said Siedermann, “Dunesphere has lied. These creatures are no more all demons than humans are. They are alien, and some are good, and some are evil. Some can be trusted and some can’t. It will be up to you to decide. If any of you are brought back to life by these beings after the battle, know that you cannot return to Dunesphere. Your mere resurrection will be reason enough to be branded a blasphemer and crucified.”
Fear and despondence filled the onlookers.
Siedermann said, “I know there are guiding forces in this universe. Keep the power of your faith, but focus it on love. And the universe will look out for you! And now with those words said, we will hold this last charge. We will stand firm, and we will not break.”
The eyes of all who looked upon him were crushed. Siedermann turned away, drawing his two handed sword. He only hoped enough would be brought back and absorbed into Simonsburg’s population, turned from their racism, and find a new way.
Then the Brezan Cavalry was upon them. Siedermann considered himself proud to stand here, in battle against the greatest of the Brezan cheiftains of her time. The olgog who banded Brez into an army for a single moment in the name of her people’s right to life free from being arbitrarily hunted and killed. His awe stayed his hand for a moment, and then Gul’al’s hammer descended. Siedermann was not suicidal and he fought back quickly, bringing his sword up into what he hoped would be a deflecting blow. The hammer came down shattering his arm with the force with which it struck. Siedermann’s last image was the hammer cleaving in his face.
With the blood of the leader of the enemy army adorning her hammer, Gul’al, had ended the siege of Simonsburg. Gul’al, who had traveled as Nur the unknown, since leaving leadership of the GNA, returned to the council hall. She was attacked for leadership by Rapiog, a karovian chieftain. Though Rapiog’s strength was prodigious and his first strike killed her, the great lifeforce stolen by the hammer from captain Siedermann restored Gul’al long enough to strike three deadly blows to her assassin. Rapi’og fell, dying to the floor of the council chamber, and Gul’al fell mortally wounded onto the thrown that Urog had set out for her in all GNA council chambers. Rapi’og’s lifeforce was drawn into her hammer and it healed her and she arose quickly, realizing the symbolism of falling into that chair.
Refusing to once again take the leadership of the GNA, saying settlements like Simonsburg were never part of her plan, she rode once again. Dressed once more as Nur the unknown, she would take the war to the Church of One, and drive all racists from the southern lands as she had oathed long before.
That night a great feast was prepared and the many heroes of the battle, even those not named above, came together to celebrate.
The Feast of Simonsburg
Auf Lalder was still in Simonsburg following the battle to protect the city. He wished to help rebuild the city and build real buildings in place of the tent city. He was looking to find the gogs and earthers in the leadership to see what they thought of his ideas and if the wished for his help.
Lalder thought to himself that Simonsburg must succeed, so much of the Olgogs future rested on it as it is an example that Olgogs and earthers could live together in equal numbers. Not just with the few Olgogs in the colonies.
Bringing himself back to the here and now, Lalder looked for the others he wished to speak to.
Shirley had a good week. Urog didn’t kill her, she got to meet the Mightiest Chieftan Gul’al, and then beat the pulp out of their gor with Gul’al at her side. Too bad Gul’al had no interest in ruling. Shirley understood that well, and Urog did a good job in Gul’al’s place, but it wasn’t the same. Now here she was, playing the diplomat again, wanting only to beat people’s heads in. Shirley knew that Simonsburg was Urog’s dream, not Gul’al’s. And since she wasn’t in Urog’s good graces yet, she stuck around for Eve’s party.
Luckily, Tla’al was there to serve as Shirley’s interpreter. The young female Ur Rhug got along well with the Earthers, so it made sense. Shirley hated talking, but at least Lalder was around. She liked the little guy (despite the fact that he was not, in fact, little).
She smiled, and went over to Lalder. She threw her arm around him and pulled him close to her. “Hey dere!! Ain’t it great how Earthers an’ Olgog came together here?! I knew Urog was righ’ when he said this would work!!” She grabbed some meat off a nearby serving table and tore into it using her free hand.
Lalder smiled, though sometimes hard to understand, Shirley was a great Olgog. Blunt and straight to the point. A trait that Lalder liked about the Brez.
Lalder responded "It was great to see everyone working in the defence of Simonsburg. And even better to see so many more earthers join it. And you Brezians have done a great job working and living with the Earthers here. And that is why I fear the Oners won’t stop with the one attack.
I wish to help personally with the rebuilding. I had an idea of what to build in place of the tent city, if you and yours would like it. My Stone Leyas has gotten even stronger over the year. Like the walls of Simonsburg that I rebuilt during the battle, I can create large and thick walls. I was thinking one of these walls could be built in a spiril inward where the tent city used to exist. Once it exists for at least a day, then gogs can carve out buildings and streets out of it. Much like we do below ground.
With Care, this area would be very reinforced and defensible, but also make good living areas. And it could be built quickly. I could divert some of my gogs with Earth leyas or artifacts to help in this remodeling of the outer city.
Also I think we could make shelters ever so often underground for the non warriors during seiges.
I’m sorry I’m so bad at relaxing, What do you think?"
As he spoke he was looking out the window at the damage to the tent city. He began reshaping the earth into wide streets and stone homes rose gently along with them.
Shirley chucked. Lalder really couldn’t stop thinking. It was a party, and she was determined to make him enjoy it. She grabbed a chalice, remnant from the Church of One’s rulership, filled with Binbir wine and thrust it into Lalder’s chest. “'Dis is how we relax. AH HA HA HA!” She took another for herself and chugged it down in one gulp, grabbed another and offered to toast with Lalder.
“Less talk, more drink! Else, I’m going to have to give you something a little stiffer, if ya know what I mean!! AH HA HA!”
Na’z’ez stood alone near one of the walls. She had already said hello to Eve, and was now just observing those who were gathered.
She smoothed out the front of her black cloak and looked around. Even away from the crowd, she stood out. Her red fur had greyed, as happens to Dead Olgogs, so she was now a light red. Her eyes hadn’t faded, however, and were still as dark red as the day she had died. After the battle of Simonsburg, Krodnok had left town, first stopping in at the Church and giving instructions. Part of those instructions were to make an appearance at the ‘party’, and mingle…
So, here she was.
Now, those eyes were scannng the room, watching everyone else.
That was the second half of Krodnok’s instructions… Watch the interactions of those assembled, and ‘play’ diplomat. So, here she was. Na’z’ez was following instructions. She was waiting, and watching.
The first new entrant she saw, drew her attention.
An olgog, appearing to be of Karovian descent, entered the manor hall. He wore, however, colors representing the Great Northern Army, but otherwise unadorned except for a traveller’s robe that was dusty but otherwise unstained.
As he walked around, he saw the Warmonger’s Dead from the corner of his eye, but ignored it for now and proceeded to Shirley, who was technically her ‘leader.’ She was just about to approach the large Brezan when she threatened to give Lalder something stiffer. Yigog missed the context, but he figured now wasn’t a good time to interject. So instead he mingled with other folk, introducing himself as “Yigog from the Clan of the Falling Heavy Rock, member clan of the Great Northern Army.”
Shortly after a small entourage, three in total paraded in following the suit of the previous Karovian. The first, a familiar face around the lands and now proudly showing off the image of a model Karovian. Yayi the Trumpeter cried out, “Hereyah, hereyah allow me to introduce all. Now enters strategist lord Maggul representing the Venerable Tribe of Yagogi’al the Og’ab, and coucil member of the United Tribes of Der’al.” The second, this young tribal entered bowing low before Eve and the rest of the assembled guests, for this was a great event and he was jubilant to be meeting behalf his tribe on an occasion as such, Yayi the Trumpeter nodded at the proceedings and continued, “Lord Maggul is joined by a recent addition to the tribe, Bazman who brings a gift from the Yagogi.” The great Bazman, a courageous hulking goblin king otherwise known just as the boss man, entered newly fitted as one of the Yagogi. He too entered, glancing the panel with a bow and offering a blessed sword to the High Healer. And like that, all arose and collected themselves.
Maggul stated," My Lord Zh’gor’ab Yagogi’al the Og’ab wishes we could have been a bigger help in the recent proceedings here in Simonsburg. He wishes for only the best between this settlement and our tribe. He would have liked to be here himself but private tribal matters have his hands tied, as we are reaching out to the distant shores to rectify the situation. We thank you for housing this event." With that Maggul headed over to join with Auf Lalder and Shirley, while Bazman and Yayi the Trumpeter chatted, while keeping an eye on the event.
Tla’al chuckled, biting her lip not to laugh out loud. She was hating the party, not liking having to look “decent”, stuck with prissy elders who in about an hour would start commenting on how she was coming into shape and would be ready to bear children. Some would eventually be stupid, and get touchy. She didn’t want to have to break anyone’s face tonight. Shirley would not like it, and the crazy Brezan elder would end up destroying the manor. Plus, it was just SO much energy into the whole thing.
But it wasn’t a complete drag, because what would probably be the best part just happened: someone actually gave Eve a sword. Walked in, pomp and circumstance, not at all paying attention to what was actually happening, and gave an Earther girl that was not even old enough to bear children and weapon. Meanwhile, her parents were out home, freaking out that their poor child was thrust into the soul of their town, throwing parties, and acting as host for a tea party of big hairy green monsters. It was too much, and Tla’al almost drew blood on her lip as she stifled her laugh. To Eve’s credit, she handled it all well, despite being completely unsure of how to handle herself when someone handed her a weapon the size of her torso.
Although it was probably just Karovian custom, they were not alone in not realizing Eve’s current situation. Most of Simonsburg’s residents often forgot Eve was just a child. Even among the Brezans she would be considered too young to be considered Ur Rhug, but she carried the heart of the town. Her singular defiance of the Church of One, and then coming to her own as a master Healer was too much for the Earthers of Simonsburg to ignore. They took her for way more than she was, which was, in Tla’al’s opinion, a common Earther trait. Lucky for Eve, she handled it all well and barely recognized the enormity of that responsibility.
The urge to laugh subsided when she saw Eve look confused, the way a child does when an adult gives them a task they have no idea how to accomplish. Tla’al, in that moment, made a promise to herself: she would always make sure the responsibility of Simonsburg would never swallow Eve whole. In that moment, while keeping an eye on Shirley’s fifth drink, walked over to Eve. Tla’al winked, smiled, and took the sword from her. She whispered to the young girl, “May you never have to wield it. And if ya do, I’ll be the one who teaches you how to do it.” She patted the young girl on her back and handed the blade over to the Earther who swore to Eve’s parents that he would keep her out of harm. Nice guy, but completely clueless with his vacant, crystal clear blue eyes, bright smile, and golden blond hair. The man’s name escaped Tla’al, but he was sincere in his desire to protect Eve, so she allowed it.
Tla’al then returned to the background, making sure Eve was the center of attention, even though Shirley’s booming laughter threatened to take everyone’s attention. Shirley’s going to get me in trouble tonight if she don’t stop throwing those drinks back…
Lalder took the drink from Shirley as he wasn’t worried since poisons didn’t stay in his system for long. And he knew better than to try and turn down a drink from her. So Lalder continued to take the drinks Shirley offered and continue her small talk. All the while his eyes watched a sweet scene unfold.
Lalder was watching the exchanges with Eve and the Tla’al. It brought a smile to his face, It was good to see Eve being protected. One so young with too much responsibility.
Lalder said to Maggul “What is it that has your elder so concerned?”
Maggul thought to himself for a second, this was not meant to bring down the festivities so he had to plan this out just right. Maggul had played the politics game fairly well, but he was not stranger to kicking back to celebrate. He had done his job for his tribe, and knowing what he did of the council trusted that Shirley was just the olgog he needed to keep to good times going. “Is this not a feast? Shirley, doll you definitely know what would hit the spot best, why not get some drinks strong enough to really celebrate.”
With Shirley away getting drinks that would possibly get all the gogs as wrecked as she herself was, Maggul kept a stagnant grin on his face as if it were just light airy conversation. Beginning with a nearly inaudible sigh, but still keeping his face looking jovial, Maggul stated “After all of the warring and defending of the olgog ways, the tribe has grown much nearly four times what we had. Although at the same time, not everything seems copacetic and tribe members have been lost to the Kolgul Militia and even worse lost to the distant shores. Yagogi’al wonders how deep these ties may run,” and with this his face became naturally animated as Shirley was making her way back with drinks.
After driving back the Church of One siege on Simonsburg, Lord Mada decided to stay for the celebration. Accompanying him were his nightmare penguins (unarmed and outside of their armor, of course) who waddled around and made “conversational” squawks at various others. His intentions here were to take credit for the aid he provided against the Church of One with the small army that he controlled, namely; his War Dragon. This is Lord Mada’s attempt to advertise himself to the people of the Goblin Lands, showing his power that was for hire. The first to hear this and become deeply interested was the city guard captain appointed to set up new defenses.
Lord Mada began recounting his support in defending the city (with embellishments, of course). The captain quickly realized the versatility of hiring on such a support agent in case of invasion.
Shirley was having a good time. The Karovian was feeding her drinks and she had no qualms taking 'em. The more she drank, the huggier she got, pulling gog close to her, laughing and touching. She ignored the comment about being a doll, working desperately not to flare up in rage and destroy the one who said it to her. Thankfully, Tla’al reminded her with a stern look to be on her best behavior. She stayed behind, with Auf Lalder, as Shirley went to get more drinks.
Shirley, however, got distracted when the nightmare penguins made their way into the party. She had heard of their efforts in defending the city, but hadn’t gotten to see them. She quickly ran over to one, trying to grab and hug it as if it were a play thing. She cried out, “Well ain’t you a cute little thing. Come give momma a hug!” Tla’al looked over, and calmly put her face into her palm as Shirley tried to paw at the nightmare penguin. “This won’t end well,” Tla’al said under her breath
Maggul took the moment to notice Tla’al and introduce himself, "Well hello, I know I’ve have come across you while you assisted Shirley in the past but never really had the chance to talk. I am Maggul of the Nomadic Tribe of Yagogi’al the Og’ab. I have had the privilege of working alongside Shirley several times now, and she certainly is an exceptional warrior and girl. I can admire the hard work you put in for Shirley as well as your entire tribe.
I was interested in obtaining several brezan stalkers. I would then need to learn how to ride and more importantly, how to care for the animal. I am hoping that this might be something you could help in making happen. I’m fairly certain some sort of trade or payment can be made for your assistance. Please let me know if this is something you can take care of for me."
Sir Mag’Nrs had traveled from the Unen region hoping to meet up with an ally. Though this had nothing to do with religion or his people, he thought this might be a good public forum to meet up with his ally, plus it might take him one step closer to finding out more about himself. He quietly walked in, making no formal announcements to find one of Krodnok’s forces along the wall. He took up position next Na’z’ez, knowing that she had some controls over nightmares herself, “Here, watch this.” As the big burly Olgog chased after one nightmare penguin trying to hug it and squeeze it to death, Sir Mag’Nrs used his faith to line up the other penguins on the bar and make them do a little funky dance- think hokie electric chain followed by the monkey, and the sprinkler, and flat out break dancing etc. While guests are being entertained, Mag’Nrs will inquire “So how goes things with our pets?”
Na’z’ez narrowed her eyes and glanced at Mag’Nrs. “I do apologize, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t believe that we have met.” She turned back to watch the penguin dance that was taking place. “I’d say that you have me confused for someone else, but it’s tough to do that with my kind,” she said. “What, with us being Dead, and all.”
She then fully turned to face Mag’Nrs. “Also, I personally don’t leave the church that often. I tend to stay there and teach. So, I’m going to have to ask you to please be a bit more specific with your inquiry. I do warn you, however, that, even then, I may not be able to give you the information you seek.”
Sir Mag’Nrs was somewhat taken aback; here he was at a celebration he didn’t rightfully belong at basically on his own searching for answer to the past and looking for allies and/or followers. This was one of the followers of Krodnok, out of her normal element but fresh out from the church and she said she didn’t know what was going on. What, do they not talk to each other? All he could compare it to was what he knew of, the brotherhood of the Morgothian paladins.
He took another moment to think what he wanted to say and then his charming paladin training took over; " Oh my, I’m sorry for the confusion. I am Sir Mag’Nrs of the Morgothian Paladins. I was inquiring to how things were progressing in the hunt for falsewyrms, as I answered the call of your scouts and provided the assistance in the hunt. I know that there was experimentation; how if any does this correlate with what you do? If you do not mind me asking,what is it that you teach?"
During the proceedings, a smooth party attender slipped in. Or at least he would have if he didn’t insist on prancing about in plate mail and a sable cape. He had of course, disarmed and had even taken off his showy tournament style great helm, showing a cheery youthful looking man in his mid twenties. He stuck near the edge of the party, scoping out who was there and whatnot. He hadn’t even really left the town after the great battle some time previous, but he was keen to remind everyone of his important role in it. Whether it was his astonishing control over fire leyas which saved half the city from burning, or his mighty blade which hewed down 30 paladins and a dozen striders, his exaggerations were only limited by his wit.
But of course, people would certainly want to know the name of this hero, this paragon of good, and he was not one to deny people a name to idolize. He was of course, Blake Jorn Ar’Lash of the noble house Ar’Lash, of which they had undoubtedly heard of. He had come to recount his tales of valor with the other heroes gathered at the party, and even offer his services to boot. He avoided the man with the penguins, as there was dreadful rumor about a man named Black Lorne Harlas, who was of course in no way affiliated with the noble house of Ar’Lash, who had been mistaken for Blake when he was in the company of said penguin owner. Blake was of course, content to simply move about the party talking to other patrons, at least as long as they didn’t ask too many questions…
“Ah. I see. I am Na’z’ez,” she said, bowing. “And I serve as a priestess here in Simonsburg at the church of the Devotion. I teach the story of Krodnok, I spread the word, so to speak. As far as his experiments, I’m not sure, but I’m sure he got what he needed. He normally does. Now, I don’t mean to be rude. However, lab-work isn’t my concern, so I tend not to ask about it.”
She looked back at those who were assembled. “I apologize for not being more helpful. Now, are there any other questions you’d care to ask?”
“Well I thank you for your honesty, good priestess Na’z’ez. I do not mean to offend or pry, or waste your time. I am just feeling somewhat would of place here, as I have no part in the battle that took place and of recent actions. It is a pleasure to have talked to you. I can let you get back to what you were doing;” with that Sir Mag’Nrs gave a bow and attempted to make the nightmare penguins start playing tag, waddling after each other.
Olav strode into the room, pulling off his wide-brimmed hat and tossing it on a post. He accepted some wine from an attendant passing by. He, of course, wasn’t just here for a party. He had already sent three of his four airships back to Rhug’na’ru to gather a modest amount of supplies to improve and repair parts of the city. He was however, happy to join in on a party for the heroes of this fine city.
They hadn’t done much in the battle, aside from their missile barrage, but they had not been without a nice view of the “battle”. More like a slaughter of idiotic Church of Oners if you asked Olav, but he wasn’t to judge too harshly, they had it coming. He would walk around the manner, giving greetings to those he knew, specifically Lord Mada. They owed him slightly for the petrol refinery incident, and he had meant to thank him.
Tla’al looked at Maggul, somewhat incredulously. First, she called Shirley a girl. Nobody ever dared do that. Secondly, she wanted to talk about Stalkers. Neither would end well.
“Ok, like, first… never refer to Shirley as ‘girl.’ It’s highly offensive in our culture, even more so to her. Second, Stalkers aren’t traded. Period. But if you get your hands on some, I’m sure we can work on an arrangement for helping you train them.”
Tla’al was distracted, again, by Shirley. She was accosting another ‘guest.’
Shirley got tired of playing with the nightmares. She found another victim. He, apparently, looked squishier to her. Or, more precisely, a nut that needed cracking. She walked over to the Earther in platemail armor, a dashing young man who was still wet behind his ears and wearing a cape. Oh no, not a cape!. The last time someone wore a cape around a drunk Shirley, they ended up being twirled around her head and launched into the desert. It was the last time Hikiti thought it would be fun to wear a cape.
Shirley walked over to the young man, standing at the edge of the party. “HEEEEEEYYY!” She landed nearly on top of him, getting unnaturally close to his face in the process. “How are YOU doin’!!!” She broke out into raucous laughter, throwing her face to an inch of Blake Jorn Ar’Lash. She clapped his armor hard enough so that the entire party could hear it. “Oooh, ain’t all this rehsed fun???” The massive Brezan then started to play a drum beat like the ferals in the desert did on his armor. She, of course, was completely oblivous to the man’s reaction… and thankfully, his cape.
Lord Mada watched as Shirley easily chased down one of his nightmare slaves (which, lets be honest, isn’t difficult). She then proceed to hug (crush) it until its beady red eyes bulged out and a moment later, the rest of its body burst, spewing black ichor onto several guests. No more than a second after, a new penguin emerged from beneath Lord Mada’s cloak and waddled over to begin cleaning the mess of its former self. He mused at seeing his weak-minded slaves beginning to dance, somewhat surprised at their coordination upon their little feet.
The Kasanthian Ambassador, for a moment, thought that he glimpsed the notorious Lorne Harlas through the crowd, but was shaken from his suspicion when greeted by Olav. Mada exchanged pleasantries with the olgog, letting him know that the Magi Cannons his tribe supplied were quite handy in the defense of Simonsburg. “I hope that you’ll consider my services in your future endeavors.”
His conversation was interrupted when he heard a loud slapping sound. Like a hand had slapped hard against a metal sheet. And the metal received more damage. He turned to see Shirley, no longer occupied by chasing penguins, beating on the armor of a man Mada had met before the siege who had introduced himself as “Blake”. Lord Mada turned his full attention to this new commotion and, crossing his arms, awaited the amusement that would undoubtedly come next.
Olav turned, swallowing the rest of his wine. He saw a young Earther in full armor and cape looking quite distressed as he was accosted by the Brezan Shirley. Olav took another glass of wine, sipping slowly. If Lord Mada hadn’t been here he wouldn’t have been reminded as to whom this Blake fellow reminded him of. He shrugged, deciding to get comfortable before any scene unfolded.
Lalder says to Maggul “Now is not a good time to talk to Shirley. But what do you need the Stalkers for? If it is transport, maybe we can work something out with either the civ or lur union skimmers instead?”
Maggul nodded, “Yes, I see your point but it is never truly a good time to talk to Shirley;” and followed it with a large swig from his drink. " It’s not really for me personally, but it is somewhat needed for transportation. I appreciate the assistance, but I will have to find another way to get her a stalker."
Blake had been amusing some locals with tales of his heroics, but feeling his throat get a bit dry from all the talk, he turned to get a glass of wine. In doing he saw in his peripherals, a greenish blur moving in his general direction. He instinctively reached for his blade to take a defensive position but found nothing, and with horror he remembered he had disarmed completely. He had no more looked up, than he was suddenly seized in a grip stronger than a vice, and was beaten so hard his armor sounded like some sort of instrument. Someone was shouting in his face, and he couldn’t comprehend what was being said, but he sensed that the voice was more drunken than malevolent. He tried to resist at first, but eventually stopped struggling as he was battered by an overly strong olgog.
“I’m not nearly drunk enough for this sort of thing.” He muttered as he was knocked about like a child. “Do you know how expensive it is to have this armor buffed? Unhand me at once! The noble house of Ar’Lash will not be shamed with this sort of OOF!” As he took a particularly hard hit to his armor which rattled his bones. He cast a pleading glance at the other guests for help, or even to find a look of sympathy. Instead he saw only amusement and vague interest, and for once, Black Lorne was truly afraid.
Lord Mada smiled inwardly at the sight laid out before him. The fear from the helpless individual was rather satisfying. While normally, he would simply watch and feed on the poor fool’s misfortune, Mada also liked having people indebted to him. And while it seemed a shame to intervene, the vampyr commanded his minions to begin poking at Shirley, trying to entice her into chasing them again. Not that they stood much of a chance if the plan worked, but they were expendable. And if they should fail in their attempts, then it was no huge loss anyway.
When the penguins failed in their task, Lord Mada sighed and activated the strength of his bone rings, then walk over to Shirley and Blake and grabbed each of the drunken Olgog’s arms to restrain her from putting more dents in the Earther’s armor.
While doing this, he says in a non-condoning tone, “As much as I enjoy the suffering of others, I would please ask you to refrain from beating the other guests. Do this for me, and I’ll give you one of my minions to play with.” Much to the penguins’ dismay.
Shirley never realized that the Earther she was toying with didn’t understand olgog. To her, it looked like he was having a great time. Or it may have been the wine… Next thing she knew (or understood), she was being pulled off by the hooded creature. At first, she got angry, but then she realized that it took brutish strength to do that… and she liked it.
“Why hello there!” She grabbed his arm, appreciating it’s strength. “Ain’t you jus’ full o’ og?!?!” She disregarded his offer for a penguin, trying to get closer to him.
When a penguin ended up in her arms (even though she had no idea how it got there), she shook it a few times, smiled, and then tossed it, one handed, across the room over her shoulder to make her way closer to the one with the strength to release her from her grasp. She shimmied as she approached, feeling really good and anticipating what lay beneath the cloaks and hood.
Tla’al, on the other hand, shook her head sadly. The worst part, in her mind, was that she knew Shirley wasn’t that drunk… and could get much worse. In the mean time, she listened to Lalder try to be a good friend and back Shirley up. It was awful nice of him. Shirley, of course, could never know. Otherwise, she’d think he had a crush on her. She liked Lalder too much to let that happen.
She looked up at Maggul and Lalder, “Stalkers can’t be traded well anyway. You have to break them. Find 'em young, train them, and work with them. They rarely allow different handlers. Like, even if they do, they’re not as good in battle anyways. But if you’re so insistent, I’ll talk to Shirley and see if we can’t go on an expedition to find us some stalkers. When we find some, we’ll help you train them. In friendship.”
She looked over at Lalder, “you can come too, if you like. I’m sure riding der isn’t always the best answer.”
As an Uthveylor, Lord Mada rarely felt any strong emotions. Especially feelings like alarm and shock. However, at the moment, those feelings were nearly strong enough to send him into a frenzy. He was barely able to contain himself as the Olgog he had tried to restrain grabbed him. But she didn’t appear angry or upset about his intervention. She liked it. He narrowly avoided an embrace that he had just rescued the Earther from by quickly sacrificing a penguin.
It was quite apparent that this olgog intended to pursue him with… less than desired attentions.
Something Lord Mada was not accustomed to as a vampyr or an Uth. However, his pride would not allow him to be seen being chased down by a drunken olgog. Without another moment’s hesitation, the master shadowmancer became one with the shadows in the room.
While in this state, he made his way over to the Earther and whispered in his ear, “When I have use of you, I will call upon you to repay your debt.” and then remained hidden within the shadows of the room until his pursuer had either calmed down or sobered up. Neither happened but Shirley was distracted by Lalder instead.
Lalder says to Shirley “I would love to join in the hunt, though you are right, my riding skills are lacking. Its the problem i’m sure you’ve noticed with Leadership. Responsibilities rarely let you do relaxing things.”
Lalder looked over at the poor earther who had Shirley’s attention. He then stopped and looked closer. Something at his mind…… it reminded him of something …. he had to get back that crystal, sooner than later.
Lalder pondered for a minute continued to ponder the Djinni Crystal that was stolen. The consequences of if it were to break and the destruction that would follow. It could cause a war which would destroy most of the goblin lands due to the number of tribes cloned. And while others might consider Lalder war like, he does hold back from fighting when possible and works for the greater good. But to have a version of himself who doesn’t hold back scares him. Lalder knows what destruction he is capable of and is afraid of what his clone might do. The Warmonger would feast, that is for sure.
Lalder, hoping she at least softened the hits and sound, continued “A few weeks ago an object was taken from me when I was attacked by the Black Scale Gangers. It is a crystal that I need back along with anything containing it. The Black Lornes stole it after he betrayed us at the meet. The last time I or any of the gogs who were there saw the crystal, it was contained in a stone sphere with a crack in it. The Crystal also radiates Leyas energy so it should be detectable if you are close to it.
I’m offering a reward for its safe return to me unbroken. If this crystal were to break, I’m not sure what would be left of the our lands. In fact I know its undamaged just by us just being here.
This reward is open to any who wish the reward, including the Merc who stole it, the Black Lorne. Though this is a one time offer to him as I want the crystal more than his life. I will open this out to other mercs as well that are capable as well as send out my own forces in search of it.
The reward is a Lur Union skimmer and I’ll create 2 artifacts for the person or gog who returns the crystal based on what they want as long as its within my abilities. You supply the item to be artificed if the item is special. If multiple mercs or gogs work together I will do this for each one of them.” Then he walked over and grabbed another drink to settle his nerves.
Tla’al giggled at Lalder’s comment. “It’s not relaxing if you’re doing it right!” She giggled some more. “Well, if you can’t make it, send other members of your tribe.”
When Lalder got distracted, she wondered at what was going on. She knew Shirley was involved, but didn’t know anything else. She would have asked Shirley, but Shirley was staring at shadows. It was a strange sight, looking at Shirley. Tla’al knew enough of Shirley to know that she was wondering two courses of action. Tla’al didn’t want to know… even if it was her duty. Besides, the banging and clanging had stopped, and that was a start.
Shirley didn’t know it at the time, but Tla’al was right. She was pondering two courses of action. On the one hand, she knew her man of the hour was hiding in the shadows. All it would take was some ur’sa’or and that problem would go away. What held her back was her inability to measure the consequences of doing so. She didn’t like knowing that if she was wrong the answer wasn’t going to be “punch it harder.”
At this point, she lost interest in the Earthers, grabbed another drink, and moved to rejoin Lalder. En route, she high-fived Eve. Or rather held her hand up so the young girl could hit it with all her might, which barely affected Shirley. As she approached Lalder, she missed Lalder’s entire proclamation. “So, what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
Na’z’ez walked away from where she was standing, and moved around the perimiter of the room. She was kinda enjoying the festivities, and watching the gathered representatives. The large Olgog female was especially entertaining, drunk as she appeared to be. As Na’z’ez really only knew Tla’al and Eve, she stayed away from pretty much everyone, as she wasn’t really curious about who was who, and who they worked for. She was only here because Krodnok asked her to make an appearence, represent the Devotion’s presence in Simonsburg, to show that he and his followers supported the hope that Simonsburg represented. She was playing diplomat today.
So far, so good.
Maggul was really taken for what Tla’al was doing for him, this meant to so to him personally, and even more for someone else special in the tribe. Not that he was going to get all misty or anything, but he would definitely have to do something to reciprocate the behavior. So for starters, he headed to the bar and picked up two more drinks. He scratched his head on his way there, not sure if Tla’al was actually drinking much of anything. To be safe, he ordered one to celebrate, and then another that was just water. He was fine having whichever Tla’al didn’t want, and that way he might be able to inquire more.
Maggul made his way back over to the group, and made the offer of the stronger drink to Tla’al. And if that was an issue, there was always that other drink. He made the very obvious movement to the edge to talk showing that they both could keep an eye on the scene. He called over,“So Tla’al, I definitely owe you for bridging this gap. I really appreciate you and your tribe taking the time to school me. I hope you don’t mind but I did have some other questions, you seem to know much about the stalkers. How did you come to know so much about them? You said that they weren’t much for battle, if so how are they normally significant? What is their interactions with the Mighty Yadol? And that’s about it!” Though there was still something else, he kind of wondered about the importance of inviting Lalder along as well.
Tla’al smiled as Maggul brought her a drink. She had been so preoccupied about Shirley that she hadn’t eaten or drank anything either. But the real question wasn’t whether or not she should accept the drink, but which one she should accept.
Being an Ur Rhug was the best life a young olgog would want in Brez. Being being than most people double your age, you got to boss people around. You’d get better treatment, have to do less, and got to be a raider, get glory, and show you’re stronger than everyone. The flip side: still only a pup and not really an adult. It was starting to become a problem in her gang because the tribals were no longer as weak as they once were. It meant the Ur Rhug were challenged to prove their worth in the pecking order. Ur Rhug started acting more maturely, being leaders and not bullies. Having Tusk around helped. Being thrust into her current position in Simonsberg helped too. As did the fact that she had the body type of an olgog twice her age. Nevertheless, she was still a youngling, and certain types of entertainment were forbidden to her by Urog.
She took the glass of water and thanked Maggul. She glanced over at Eve, to make sure she was ok. Eve was stuck talking to some local Earther blowhard who never stopped talking. Eve’s eyes were about to glaze over. She turned to Maggul and said, “Hold that thought.” She walked over, grabbed food and drink for two, and walked it over to her. “Eve, you haven’t eaten a thing all night.” Brandishing two plates of food, she winked at the young Earther girl as she gave her a plate of food. Tla’al then spent the next minute or so pretending to eat with Eve, and then was suddenly ‘distracted’ and went back to Maggul to finish their conversation. Luckily for Eve, the Earther guy whose name escaped Tla’al sat down next to her and ate the plate of food that Tla’al had prepared.
“Sorry, had to take care of something. Where were we? Right, gaps.” She shrugged and pointed to Lalder. “He started it, this whole Olgog cooperation thing or whatever. Urog liked it, so we do it as well. Not everyone likes it, but it’s done us plenty of good so… like… why not? Oh, and stalkers, yeah, well, it’s a Brezan thing so, like, no big deal. Until Urog, if a Brezan couldn’t fight with something, then it was ignored. So… not really sure what we would do if we didn’t ride them into battle.” She shrugged, and drank her water. “Oh, and Mighty Yaldol don’t like Stalkers. It’s an Alpha thing. One ruler to their land kind of thing. Best way to hunt a Yaldol is to lure it to you using Stalker blood.” She chuckled, “Easiest lure for the worst pray. I’d rather take on a troop of Earthers.” She sipped her water, looking at Maggul, not sure of where to go from here.
Maggul was starting to understand the pressures that were upon Tla’al’s shoulders. He didn’t fully know about Brezan life, and he now realize his accidental slight at Shirley. He knew that for the part she has played Shirley was considered an elder of their tribe, much like himself. Maggul was constantly antagonized with this problem, because he was just past being considered a juvenile and thrust in a role of elder and respect. He was now his tribe’s council representative in the UtR, and before that he was just some crazy cub that got into as much trouble as any of the rest. He was just older than Yagogi’al’s own cub, Tun’Dra, who was already being polished in his own regards; really stunk to be him. He thought much of this was due in part to being selected as one of the totem tribal students of Zhgog’ol Maklur, the tribe uhryu and well enough respected both in and outside of the tribe. Either way, things were somewhat coming together for Maggul, and it was happening with the Gangs because of his interactions with Tla’al.
So he tried to keep up the conversation, saying “Well thank you for clarifying things. Now that I have learned a little more about the stalkers, I am pretty excited for the expedition. So not to completely catch you off guard and change topics, but you seem pretty close and protective of Eve. It’s important for her to have people that she can rely on, and talk to. You seem to have something special going with her. So before you scoff about my tribe giving a child a sword, know that it’s a ceremonial sword not meant to be used in or encourage battle but really a powerful healing artifact. Though the Yagogi were not in the battle, if need be we would come to help out Eve and provide Simonsburg aid too.”
As Maggul talked with Tla’al, he realized he hadn’t actually had any food since back in Karov. The trip didn’t take all that long through channeling means, but as he checked around the room Tla’al had a plate of food, and both Yayi the Trumpeter and Bazman had plates sharing in the feast. Bazman secretly sneaked Maggul an earther sign of thumbs up before Yayi smacked him to stop. If Maggul were closer with Tla’al, he might have swiped a little something off her plate but he didn’t and that just would have been bad. He took the moment, “That really looks good, I should go get a plate of my own. I’ll be right back, would you like more to drink?” And that left the young olgog with the dilemma of picking food that would not be messy and get all over his fur.
Blake had no sooner been freed, than he had managed to strike the most dignified pose that man who has just been played as an instrument can. He dusted off his fine sable cape and began assessing the amount of time it would take him to get his armor shiny enough to stand out like a beacon again when he noticed his rescuer. For a split second, he stared directly into the darkness of Lord Mada’s hood as he was in some sort of odd cultural dance with the olgog who had just beaten him like a drum. The sight was so unexpected that Blake burst out laughing in utter shock. His guffaws dragged people’s attention who had managed to miss the scene and in turn looked at the sight anew. Then Mada disappeared as Blake knew he was keen to, but the next part he expected even less. After the invisible voice stated its intentions to him, his face drained of color. He stopped in his tracks, terrified of being indebted to a being such as he.
He had no sooner come to this revelation than another olgog which he recognized as Lalder began to speak. He used his leyas to translate what he was saying, and then Blake’s blood chilled even more so than before. "He can’t know who I am…can he? How can he know this?! I’ve got to get out of here! A bead of sweat ran down his brow as he quickly looked about for a way out. Suddenly everyone seemed to be a hostile face, looking to collect on his life. “They know!!” he thought, his heart sinking. He made a sudden move for the door, upsetting a tray of wine and shattering it on the floor. He turned and looked around at the surprised faces faces surrounding him, then ran out the door, shouting something about leaving the stove on at home.
Lalder was curious why the earther left so quickly. In fact he could no longer see either merc which reminded him of a few things.
Lalder responded to Shirely "I’m just glad to find Olgogs willing to work together. And Urog I think understood the benefits more than I did. I’m not sure I would have had it in me to try and make friends with Oners without Simonsburg as an example of what is possible. And that proof is why this place must not fall.
Lalder Smiles and turns to Tla’al “If possible, I would love to join. If not, I will send someone who needs the to learn.”
Then to Shirley, Lalder said "Ok Shirley, I’ll try to do less work talk now. I did tell you I’m not good at that. "
Lalder then paused to ponder about all to do, “Find out how to detect the oners and prevent their attacks, recover the Crystal, Stop Unit 111 from destroying more, and why did the Lost colonies not assist Simonsburg. That still bugged him and he hasn’t had a chance to find out what happened. And what did Krodnok really want in the Falling star. The Feral tribes attacking supplies, and still have that militia that has been quiet too long. Quiet generally means up to no good. The Weight of an Elder of not just a tribe, but multiple tribes is crushing some days.”
Lalder sighed “Yeah, I’m not good relaxing at all.”
Shirley saw the concern in Lalder’s eyes. She felt bad for him. It also reminded her why she never bothered to unseat any gangleader before her. Too much responsibility. She hated this enough, to have to be responsible for others at all times was too much responsibility. She went over to Lalder and gave him a real hug. Not her usual abrasive ones, but a tender one. “Yer one of tha good ones. Remember that, even when ya make mistakes.”
Tla’al then shot her a look. Shirley wondered if it would be appropriate to smack the Ur Rhug. Sadly, she knew the answer was no. Life was easier before that damnable trip to see the Sylvan. She grabbed a pitcher of water and drank it in one chug. She resisted the urge to belch. Tla’al gave her a look of approval. She would smack the Ur Rhug later… for good measure. She then focused, using ShapeShift Leyas to clear her mind and clean the alcohol from her system.
“Ok, then … what’s next? We saved Simonsburg, again, from the Church of One Earthers. Howdawe make shurr it never 'appens again?”
Lalder smiled at the return of topic and said "I’m trying to figure out a way to detect the troops. Using their own life force to detect rather than trying to use an Olgogs eyes to see the army. This may take a while to figure out though.
I would like to rebuild the outer parts of Simonsburg with the idea I suggested earlier. A wrapping wall with housing and roads built into it. But more importantly, bunkers built into for non fighters to shelter in.
I don’t know if we can block the Oners from getting here the way they did before. We just need to be able to find them before they setup and ambush us. In addition if we harden our cities, we can at least keep the casualties down.
I also still like making some mountains or set of walls between our lands and the Church of One lands, making it hard for their equipment to make it way here the normal ways. But the other options give us more for the effort spent."
Tla’al shook her head. “Better scouting is fine, but walls won’t help us live better. Creating mountains isn’t going to help us either. We need to build a bigger a more beautiful city. One that can’t be destroyed. Not because, like, it’s defendable, but because we love it so much. We believe in it. Don’t build us walls, Auf Lalder, build us a beautiful city that matches our dreams. And build one underground too, just in case.”
Shirley nodded at the Ur Rhug. What was Urog feeding these pups?!?! Why were they all talking like Hikiti now??? She added, “Farms. More farms. An’ a school.”. Did she just say that? “One that teaches olgog about Earthers and the other way 'round.”. Did she really say that? She was going to give Urog a pounding for this. Especially since Tla’al was grinning at her.
Rapiog was perturbed. Gul’al killing him had damaged his pride, how is it that so many gogs could easily defeat him? He never realized the lifeforce her Hobtor hammer had stolen had supercharged her. As his mind wandered, he listen to the tales of “heroics” during this incident. Slaughter, death, and the revelry of it was making some of Bill’s words ring true. How can one stop the violence? This show of force won’t work, everyone says the people of dunesphere will be back.
“People of dunesphere”, this is what Bill calls the church of oners. He says it help remove biases that we have against them. His brow furrowed, these thoughts were foreign to rapiog.
What to do about the people from Dunesphere, he tried talking to one of them, and it didn’t work out. His words weren’t heard by the other people. How much easier would it be to crush the oners skull. No, those thoughts won’t help . . .
What to do about the people of Dunesphere? If his words are not heard, whose will be? Rapiog scans the room. The people here, mainly gogs, are out. The earthers are branded as heretics, so who would be able to speak?
Perhaps, the earthers god?
The gods seemed to wander refuge all the time, it is just a matter of finding them. He was drunk at one at the last festival with the seasonal gods. There earther god must be around somewhere, who can tell him where?
Perhaps the answer lies with his own tribe.
And without a word Rapiog leaves the party to return to his tribe.
Little did Rapiog know, that it wasn’t gods who wandered Refuge, it was constructs created by a fusion of Leyas and the firm belief of the believers. They created the image of the godhead as they prayed about it and thought about it. Then it emanated and often made life quite difficult for the believers.
As Rapiog walked he noticed eyes on him from the shadows between buildings.
A creature hunched and vile looking emerged. Then Rapiog looked closer. He realized it was simply an Olgog but whatever consciousness inhabited the body bent it into an unnatural form. Its eyes were clouded over by what looked like dried blood.
“Twice your chance at defeating a champion were thwarted by powers beyond your control. The world is not fair, but it is good to those who follow the way of the Ancient Blood of the World. I represent the Mag Der’al, and we are going to free this planet of all corrupting influences.
First the Earthers, then the collaborators. Till only the pure and only the Mag Der’al remain.”
Rapiog shuddered as he saw the creature melt back into the shadows and disappear. Would he tell Bill about it?..He didn’t know…
Rewards:
All players involved in this mission gain 1 Apartment in the new Underground Hotel built at the Hovertrain station of Simonsburg. This room includes high quality food, water and cleaning facilities resulting in a +1 bonus to Charisma tests and Health tests on any game week where the character is staying in Simonsburg. This special benefit disappears two days later after leaving the luxury hotel.
They also get access to The Underground Hotel special thread.
All characters have 1 Key to the underground hotel . This allows for private meetings that cannot be viewed by other characters.