Tusk stood on the bow of the Bruskti Airship as it coasted over the deserts of Karov. Hikiti stood off to the side of and seemed to be fiddling with a metal hook one of the Brukti pirates had given him.
For the past few weeks he had been traveling South Vima (the Goblin Lands), and gathering tools and blessings.
Along with them traveled the strange nutter Derlur the Nomad, every day after pacing the deck and writing a letter to his father, he would descend below deck. Disappearing for a couple of hours, he would then return to the deck, pacing again as it were.
The Karovian Wild Nomads (who refused to deal with other tribes in any way) had been quite hard to convince to help the trio in Mag Buskt’s strange plan. The creation of a Headdress for a High Chief that was never to be worn? But Derlur had been an eloquent speaker and convinced them to help. Their one caveat had been the headdress must be brought back to them to be seen before it could be placed in the Museum.
The Headdress was beautiful, and was magnificint. All who looked upon it, longed for a noble leader to wear it.
Honagaran waved up at them. The Old Wild Karovian had traded with other tribes for years and acted as a diplomat for them with other groups. Derlur said, “I’ll swing down to speak to him and then we will be onward to the Museum.”
The Nomad flipped down on a rope, leaving the airship high above, the Headdress safely in its hold.
The old wild gor’ab smiled at him saying, “You bring the headdress? We give final blessing?”
“Where is the rest of the Wild Karovian Uhryus, Honagaran?” asked Derlur.
“War has come to Karov. The Uhryus will hide in the canyonlands while the war continues,” said Honagaran, “Where is the headdress? Where is the high chief’s headdress?”
“Its up there,” said Derlur, “I’ll bring you up, and you can give your blessing.”
“No you bring it down here, we make it, its ours.” said the old wild Karovian, “The law of Earthers have come to Karov. No one attack tribe living the old ways. Give back tribal relic.”
Derlur shook his head sadly, “You made the base, the Tla’loc’alans added to it. And the Bruskti gave the Gemstone that adorns it.”
“It is not true,” said the old Gor’ab drawing his Zela sword, “Brukti just cursed thieves. Tla’loc’alans are just Earther’s stooges. Give me Headdress now. Return our tribal relic, return our culture you stole.”
“We had a deal Honagaran,” decried Derlur as he stepped back. His hands reached out levitating common stones into his hands. They were bigger rocks with flatish sides. Derlur continued, “There is a sweet little girl and boy up there who don’t need to see this get worse.”
Honagaran stepped back, motioning towards the seemingly empty desert around them. There was a flickering of light as the Wild Karovians were revealed and behind them larger hulking armored forms of VofV Robot Armor.
“Now you give us headdress?” asked Honagaran.
“When did the Wild Gor’abs lose all honor?” asked Derlur. He eyed the sword, knowing a wound from that would be capable of killing him and even his father’s great power would not be able to restore him.
“You work with Brukti, they vampyrs,” cackled Honagaran, “We are not liars and scum like Yagogi. We do not let vampyrs live in our territory. We told the VofV about the Vampyr pirates. They agreed monsters like that need to be destroyed. You, girl, boy, step aside. Give us headdress go home safe.
Bruskti die final death. Way it is intended.”
Derlur nodded as if he agreed. He went to climb back up the rope when Honagaran approached.
“No no, you no go up. They come down.” said the Wild Gor’ab as he swung at Derlur.
Derlur wasn’t letting any Gor’ab lay into him with a sword. He parried the sword with a rock held in his hand, using the rock in his other hand to deliver a swift blow to Honagaran’s head. The gor’ab slumped, unconscious but not dead.
Then Derlur looked down to see about twenty laser designators pointed at him.
He wipped his hand and a cloud of sand covered him for a moment. As the spot he was on was peppered with railgun fire, Derlur was already up the rope, yelling, “If you have any other allies, now is the time to call them. The VofV thinks we are robbers of primitive artifacts, and the Wild Karovians are letting them keep on thinking so.”
Tusk asked, “Why but why?”
“The Bruskti, apparently not all Karovians have heard the Mag Buskt is now on their side,” said Derlur as he flipped onto the deck, “We have a moment before they unload on us. We need to disable that Robot Armor and those Gor’abs or this this ship is going down.”
“What about diplomacy?” asked Tusk.
“When they are marching to burn your tents to the ground, the time for diplomacy is long past,” said Hikiti, thinking back to his time with the Nngao.
Mission Rules
First player to post gets a repost when all other players have finished posting to the mission in response to all other actions.
All other players may only make 1 posting.
Other players may only act as if they have seen the action of the first player who posts.
All other actions are compressed together by the DR team with a focus on storyline, so do not worry about paradoxes between different action posts.
Not every aspect of every action will be shown. This is especially true of actions that exceed two paragraphs.
Special Challenges:20 VofV Robot Armor (in Peacekeeper mode, can be driven off by dropping them to 0 EP), 10 Wild Gor’abs (should not be killed if you want to keep the VofV in Peacekeeper mode but should be disabled), 25 Olgog Hunters (FS 4, 2 attacks, obsidian spears and Earth and Air lvl 4 leyas.) Keep the headdress safe.
All on Camera
Open to all tribes and all mercs Each player may only send a single hero into this mission (Mercs only may bring any apprentices they have)
Gang of Uf Mag’og may use BOTH Hikiti and Tusk in this mission, (but not other tribals)
This mission ends on Friday 2nd May at 8.PM. E.S.T.