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| Battle of the Golden MacGuffin | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 26 2017, 09:04 PM (1,939 Views) | |
| Larsland | Aug 26 2017, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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Some dwarven miners have discovered one of the most powerful relics of the Gods buried deep inside the mantle of the Earth - the Golden MacGuffin. The MacGuffin's power is simply that everyone wants to hold it. Only the most powerful of Gods are immune to this magic - everyone will want it, until it is destroyed, but of course nobody wants to destroy it. It was created by the evil sorceress Rose White over a millennium ago, but banished by her rival, a witch named Red Poppy, to the depths of the Earth. Now its magic has returned to the world, and all the world's armies are making for the mine as fast as possible. Knowing this, the dwarves have placed the MacGuffin on a big alter outside the mine, ready to be claimed by the first ones who come past. In this RP, you will control one of the nations of Fantasy Pluviostan. To participate, just start posting. Make sure to include a brief description of your nation and how it attempts to retrieve the MacGuffin in your post. Also, include notes on the terrain and local people just in case the MacGuffin winds up in your lands. Allowed: basic magic (creating fireballs and the like), general fantasy monsters (dragons, goblins), cool castles, impressive empires and masses of men. Disallowed: OP magic (spells that teleport the MacGuffin right to you, impenetrable barriers etc), OP monsters (literally summoning Gods to fight for you - although a God might grant a character some minor blessing), and generally playing unfair (give everyone a chance to get at the MacGuffin). For roleplay purposes, the winner of conflicts will be adjudicated by a simple die roll if there is any dispute (but players are encouraged to be humble concede defeat if they can see the other side would probably win). Edit: Feel free to join in and have fun!
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| Area-569 the Second | Dec 20 2017, 03:11 PM Post #101 |
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OOC: Though I have a writer's block here, I'll try to push myself through it. IC: A day or two had passed after the MacGuffin was taken by the orcs. Quickly after seeing the new ownership of the object, the scouts reported back to the expeditionary force. Now more decisively than before, an army had to arrive to the beaches in order for them to take the MacGuffin; A kingdom of dwarves is nothing for the might of the Dominion, Imhrys told a fellow soldier, but a renowned orc was the stuff of nightmares. "Captain!" A drow exclaimed, as Imhrys suddenly woke up in his tent, in the camp the force had made in the beach, "Ships are arriving!" Rubbing his eyes and standing up with some pain, the captain rose and walked out of his tent, to check what he had heard. Indeed, as he stepped on the sand and looked at the horizon, a mighty fleet of dozens of colourful ships could be seen. Each one was painted in a special colour; The violet ones carried the Dominion's mundane army, the white ones carried the mages, and the black ones carried supplies and slaves. Not more than three hours later, the ships had reached the shores, and the army and supplies began to disembark in a fashion similar to that which the expeditionary force first took. Seven thousand and five hundred soldiers, two thousand archers, and sixty battlemages, Imhrys though. Those were the men at his service now. "Excellent," He simply grunted, more because of being tired than because of any frustration, before leaning towards a mage at his side, "Tell everyone to march to the northwest. If the scout's reports are right, that's were we will face our enemy" The enemy, however, was not unprepared. Orcs may have been violent and brutish, but they were also social and adventurous, and Krust's archievements as a king were heard even across the sea in this period of two days. The day had been a particularly noisy one. Through the leather of his tent, Krust could hear many voices, laughs and cries that he didn't recognize. "Oy!" The king shouted, striding out of his tent, "What's all the fuss about?!" "Oy, keng!" An orc of a rather short stature exclaimed, raising his goblet (Most assuredly looted in some previous raid), "More of 'em bois h've come 'ere to foight ferr ya!" Krust looked around, and it was indeed true. The previously small group of orcs had now turned into a vibrant horde, and the camp was full of sound as songs echoed, rum was spilled, deers were hunted and someone was unmistakingly beating another orc to death, in a friendly way. "That's great!" Krust exclaimed, "Ya know how many?" "I dunno" The orc answered, "Dunno maths. Probably a lot?" The orc wasn't that far off. About fourty thousand orcs had joined. Food was not something to worry about, as orcs were quite fond of hunting, but Krust feared that another forest fire could kill his kingdom with ease. As such, he ordered with a cry; "ORCS!" Their faces turned towards him, "I shall honour the trust you have placed in me, and repay it with the blood of OUR enemies!" The cheers were loud enough to scare entire flocks of birds, "And blood you shall all have! But first, we shall make this land we stand in a fortress that will have nothing to envy of Al-Ragha! So my first order is, build a wall of stone around the camp, to show all our enemies that we are not only as smart as them, but also MORE hardworking than them!" With songs and cries of "Long liv' da keng!", the orcs promptly followed their orders, carrying stones around to start building the first fortifications. |
| Larsland | Dec 22 2017, 02:45 AM Post #102 |
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Olivia was, like the rest of her siblings, a mix of the slender elegance of an elf and dangerous beauty of a nymph. But she did not care nearly as much for her elven side, always seeming more in touch with the spirit of nature, and rarely even visiting her family. She lived in a small hut in a distant forest, where she cared for sick animals and practiced her witchcraft. One day, a bluebird flew up to her windowsill and informed her of the burning of the distant forest by orcs and dwarves, as well as the death of her brother at their hands. Soon afterwards, she readied a small knapsack of supplies and resolved to make her way to assume leadership of the assassins. But on the way, she made a few little detours. Later, the assassins were near the edge of the forest, replanting trees. "Hey, look!" said an assassin as he pointed to some trees in the distance "Those trees are ..." His voice trailed off. All the assassins turned to look. There was Olivia, riding on top of a tree. Only the tree was walking! The assassins could hardly believe their eyes as they witnessed a procession of about four dozen ents strutting towards them with big, heavy steps. The ground beneath their feet shook as the heavy, lumbering trees stopped right in front of them and Olivia jumped down, wearing dark robes and a pointy hat, and carrying a small stick that she used as a wand. "I am Oldleaves the Brown" said the nearest ent "We know that you are also friends of the forest." "And since we all agree the McGuffin should be placed in a forest" said Olivia charmingly "I thought we should call upon our traditional allies in this fight." "Before there were orcs, there were elves. Before there were elves, there were trees." said Oldleaves "It is time the orcs learnt to show respect to their elders." "Now is the time for us to band together and take revenge for what those orcs did!" exclaimed Olivia. The assassins cheered enthusiastically and climbed on the ents. |
| Fusuiryu | Dec 23 2017, 07:01 PM Post #103 |
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OCC: You guys don't mind if I jump in do you? Or is it a little too late? |
| Larsland | Dec 23 2017, 10:53 PM Post #104 |
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OOC: Nope, this RP is open-entry. Anyone can jump in at any time. |
| Oriflamme | Dec 24 2017, 08:03 AM Post #105 |
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The past two days were uneasy for Coldwind, now residing at Silverstream and accompanied by Reginald, his pet bear and mount. Coldwind made his camp in the forests near the Silverstream on the eponymous river. At his hut, Coldwind and his most senior officers ─ Ironfoot, Stahlhelm, Luzhoniy and Goldman ─ were sitting over Communication Orbs. Those things were brought by Coldwind from his residence and put on all the dirigibles of the Silverstream base. They were slightly glowing with a pale bluish-green light. Looking at them one could see what was happening around the sphere "connected" to it. A fairly advanced magic. "Another report, Lord Coldwind: orcs are constructing a fort near the Ironstream." Luzhoniy reported. "A fort? Near the Ironstream?" "Aye, my lord. Marking it down." He went on to mark down the location on the map on the wall. The map showed a poor strategic position of Coldwind. He had expected everything and he planned everything. Everything ─ but such an escalation. To the NW was the camp of Krust. It was rapidly fortifying itself and the garrison was sizable. With a non-zero probability it could turn into a state right near the land of dwarfs. To the ENE stood the Dominion expedition ─ previous reports confirmed the reinforcements were certainly incoming. Staff was expecting from two to three thousands to come to counter those orcs. Elves whereabouts were unknown but with the loss of their leader they were unlikely to regroup and thus they were put out of the equation. That was assumed at least. All that information was gathered over the last two days. The question for everyone in the staff was what could Lord Coldwind possibly muster against them? "Keep watching over them. I'm gonna check our forces in Ironstream." Coldwind said dryly and left. Others looked at him and kept doing their business. The mage quitted the hut and walked around, his bear at his side. A dwarf was cleaning his musket. A sergeant was drilling his party which was scattering, assembling, doing rifle drills and all of that again. Tankmen were pottering around their tank. Gunners were meticulously checking each bit of their cannon, marking and packing ball-shaped shells in shell boxes and also cleaning the barrel and the iron sights. Quartermaster and his assistants unloaded another carriage from the city and carefully inventoried every crate, every box and every chest they received. Paymaster languished over golden and silver coins of various size and with various portraits on them, meticulously checking them for counterfeit and clipping. Gatekeepers passed their time playing cards. All of them stood up as their commander passed but were quickly gestured not to mind him. Only at quartermaster's did he stop and asked the report. As he reached the gates and left the camp heading to the Silverstream, numbers in his head added to get a total force in the Silverstream Camp. One thousand five hundred and twenty five men, forty cannons and ten tanks. Remembering that, he entered the city. Silverstream town lived its daily life. But rumors were spreading at light speed over the bazaar square where were the bazaar itself and the town hall; rumors about the size of the assembling army and why could it even be assembled without war. Coldwind quietly bypassed the square and ventured to the tunnel going to the Station #55 to the NW and to the Silverforge way to the south. Mounting on his bear he went north, passed the supply train at the Station #50 and eventually reached the Ironstream by mid-evening. The second part of his army was camped there, but unlike in the Silverstream Camp, the town of Ironstream itself was employed as quarters. Forces stationed there were an amalgamation of Coldwind's original forces and additional regulars. Tanks Coldwind employed were old dwarf tanks from a certain long-defeated anti-magi guild ─ an irony. And a costly one: he had five tanks tributed to him by Hugo but two of them were cannibalized for spare parts to save funds and many things were not from the original design. The mage approached those walking fortresses. Will they be of use to us now? "Lord Coldwind!" An officer, apparently a mechanic judging from his slightly oiled suit, stood on attention. "How are them? Are they ready to fight?" "They are, my lord. Ready to blow those orcs to smithereens right now." He suddenly recalled the quicksand incident. If a tank would become stuck in the artificially created quicksand while Coldwind had to command the battle, it would result only in a total loss. Doubtly he could react in time. And dwarfs weren't known for magical abilities. "You will have to face not only them. Can you dismount the cannons?" "Dismount? We can, but why?" The mechanic asked, surprised. "Quicksand. If they do it and I wouldn't have time to react ─ you're sunk. We'll put those vehicles to use in other way." After a brief hesitation, the officer replied. "Yes, sir. We will begin the dismounting shortly. But it will take some time." "I think you have a day. Get started!" The mage said and left. Puzzled, mechanic relayed everything to the rest and they started to dismount cannons ─ sixty total. After doing the same inspection as he did in the Silverstream Camp, Coldwind headed to the main gate. One thousand and thirty-two men, thirty-six cannons and eight tanks, plus three walking fortresses. And, by doing the most primitive calculations he got two thousands five hundred and fifty-seven men in the line, seventy-six cannons and eighteen tanks total. That was his provisional personal army tasked to cleanse the land around Ironstream from everything that could threaten the Realm. (For the sake of comparison, peace-time standing army of the Kingdom ─ "the Realm" and "the Kingdom" were of equal meaning ─ numbered 18,000 enlisted and officers from which 8,500 were line ones and the rest were crews for artillery, tanks, dirigibles and other machinery. Logistics, while important, were handled separately and the army was mostly defensive anyways.) Coldwind ventured through the gate and got into a maze of caves and unmanned fortifications, leaving his bear in the camp. After going here and there, he sat on a rock in the passsage, got a cigar from his pocket and tried to find a flintlock, only to encounter a hole in his two-layered robe. Damn! This robe is... He didn't finish the thought. A fireball passed right before his face, litting the cigar before dissipating somewhere in the tunnel. Coldwind fell back a bit, then glanced to his right and his gaze became much colder. There stood a woman about the same age and physical appearance as himself, if only a bit shorter and with noticeable breasts. She had the same black iron staff, but topped with a ruby instead of a sapphire, and was wearing much the same robe, but it was colored red and black, not blue and gold. "Remember me?" "Marline Firewind." He paused, standing up, cigar producing a thin trail of smoke. "What brought you here?" For he couldn't not remember her. Rivals at their magical academy occupying different "aspects" of fire and cold. Both were excluded after a prolonged and devastating fight to the death with the use of dark magic. Both held the 6th grade at the Sky Citadel. Both had to travel around the world from mage hunters and vile talks. Both had found their way to the Dwarfen Realm. She did it around a year later than he did ─ that's the difference. Otherwise, it was said they complemented each other back then. "What brought me here? The same as what brought you here. Search for a shelter." "And have you found it at the Realm? Congratulations. Not like I want to see another mage at the court, you know." "Me neither." She said with clear disgust. "But the whole world seems to stand against us and our knowledge." Coldwind approached her, keeping her at the hand's distance. "What are you offering and why should I accept it?" "We were in the same boat since we were exiled. We also tried to kill each other at least three times and had to flee because we failed. We both have an interest in the so-called dark magic. And we both have found our way here, at the court. How about forgetting the old past and cooperating instead of fighting." "Hmph!" The mage arrogantly raised his nose a bit. "Only if you have something to contribute." "Trust me, I have plenty of things to contribute." The sorceress replied, arrogantly chuckling. "I take it you do have something too, don't you?" Coldwind smiled and offered his hand. A strong handshake with a long eye contact finished the deal and they went to the exit to the surface. "So, how did you get in Ironstream?" "Hugo said you're here. He thinks two magi are better than one." "Have you heard of the MacGuffin?" Coldwind glanced at her, trying to read her thoughts. "From rumors on Silverforge Central Bazaar." She bluntly interrupted his attempt. "I had to avoid people for a while, you know." "This is a powerful source of the dark magic, Marline," Coldwind continued. "and I was going to study it. Not to mention its allure..." "So that's why you have hundreds of dwarfs here: to wrestle it from someone?" Coldwind sighed. "Orcs camp is near the Ironstream. They hold the artifact for I gave it to them." "Another cunning and devious plan? You haven't changed a single bit. Why not just freeze them to death and take the MacGuffin for yourself?" "I could." The mage noted. "But I prefer to conserve the force I have. Plus, a bit of a shakedown for men." "Conserve the force? Is it that hard to freeze a dozen of orcs?" "Wasn't that the reason why you have chosen fire, not cold? Cold-aligned casts drain energy better than some blood-sucking swarms around. That's just the nature of cold." "Yes, a funny but totally inefficient aspect." "Speak for yourself! Do you know how funny it is to freeze orc only to blast him to pieces with a lightning bolt? Or perhaps freezing a large swamp to pass through and then thawing it again. That's much less tiring than hydrating and dehydrating magic..." "I know! I know!" She interrupted him. "So I trust you already have a plan not featuring me, yes?!" "I do. I won't even need that lot of dwarfs if no one else intervenes. Just spam their fort with explosives, throw some comets, come, take MacGuffin, kill the rest and Bob's your uncle." "Ha, that's a funny plan!" "But it won't work. Drow Dominion will attack the camp. Dirigibles have spotted their army: three or four thousands. A fair parity with my two thousands, but I'm not sure I know what will they do." "Telepathy?" "You know I'm poor at it! Plus I need a prisoner, which I have to find! And I can't allow them to know they are exposed. I will make a surprise attack." "Welp, then we might think of another plan back in your camp." Coldwind again glanced at Firewind. They stopped near the very entrance, hid in the darkness of the cave, hearing orc songs. "Perhaps so, perhaps so... Fortunately, we're not bound by any magical restrictions." "Drows must fall and drows will fall. MacGuffin will be in our possession." Our? Coldwind thought. Well, she isn't a dumb one and teamwork might be better than another long and stalemated fight. I trust she understands it ─ unless she has gone mad. Hah, our... Firewind thought. Well, I think it's better to cooperate than to fight each other. I really hope that he understands it too ─ unless he is more an idiot that I thought. |
| Area-569 the Second | Dec 25 2017, 11:09 PM Post #106 |
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OOC: Yeah, writer block, all that. I gotta remind myself; This is the last time I ever roleplay two active nations at the same time. With MP, I tend to have the benefit that Caretia is rather isolationist and the Area is rarely active, and in FP I have the benefit that the Hive tends to be sleeping. Doesn't help that Christmas is here and I bought quite a few of games in Steam. I'll try to see if I get any ideas for writing. |
| Larsland | Dec 26 2017, 04:24 AM Post #107 |
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OOC: Would anyone mind if I tried to roleplay a second active nation too? |
| Oriflamme | Dec 26 2017, 04:45 AM Post #108 |
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OOC: Sure, why not. |
| Area-569 the Second | Dec 26 2017, 08:35 PM Post #109 |
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OOC: Of course, do so if you want. |
| Fusuiryu | Dec 26 2017, 10:58 PM Post #110 |
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OCC: Thanks Larsland. By the way go for it! The more dynamic the story the better. Just don't overwork yourself because that's no fun. It'll work our Area, take your time. Writer's block comes and goes you'll see. OC: Far away, deep in an unforgiving ocean, lied an (potentially?) undiscovered island cluster by the rest of the world. The island was not entirely unknown by all though, for there was an empire of elves that claimed the three major islands and the many smaller islands as their own. They had lived on the islands for most of their existence since their creation by the Demi goddess of the islands; Hanshin-Shimamori and the sea Demigod Okinakame. The elves' existence, as well as all the other creatures that lived on the islands, had been a sheltered one for the power of the islands had kept the influence of the world away. When the MacGuffin's influence and power had first tried to infiltrate the islands, the Demi gods were able to stop it from devouring their creations. But because the Demi gods chose to oppose the MacGuffin, they took all the influence that otherwise would have gone to their creations. Hanshin-shimamori knew that they could not win in the end for the MacGuffin was to strong, even for them. In a desperate attempt to save her islands and Okinakame, she took all the influence from herself, from the islands, from her creations and from Okinakame and trapped it within herself. She then imprisoned herself with the islands, becoming the islands and banishing the MacGuffin's influence and any harm that could come upon her creations forever. Or so she had planned, but plans don't always work out in the end. Okinakame, devastated by the loss of his partner, retreated beneath the islands vowing to never resurface until either Hanshin-shimamori returned or his creations fell under a great threat. He remained there for many, many years and the threat of the MacGuffin fell into legend. It remained a legend even after it was rediscovered for the magic protecting the islands worked and prevented the MacGuffin’s influence from touching anyone. Everything seemed to be working out fine. It even seemed like the empire would simply pass this by like nothing happened. Only, something did happen; everything went wrong and the MacGuffin’s influence got in. Kenji Taiyoumori was sleeping in his royal chambers when he shot up panting and in a pool of his own sweat. Unexpectedly, he “heard” the screams of a forest being burned alive. Hundreds upon hundreds of trees plants and animals being murdered and calling out for help. He knew why he could feel this and it came as no surprise to him for it was part of his species’ abilities. His abilities though, were superior to everyone else's for he was the emperor thus he was of superior blood and of a superior breed. Anyone of his kin or any that he chose to become noble and of royal blood had their abilities enhanced above that of the common elf of the empire. So it came as no surprise to him that shortly after he felt the pain of the forest his family would too and thus came running to him. His two children burst through his chamber door, more worried about their father than their manners. Akihiko and Yumiko were still young, having not yet seen their first millennia (they are around twelve in human years) thus were not yet expected to understand or follow the vicious mannerism system that was used in the empire. Behind the children entered, more politely and slowly, Taiyoumori’s wife, Satomi, with a look of mixed pain, concern and fear on her face. “Father! What is wrong? We can feel a great pain and there are so many voices in our head! We're scared father, what does it mean?” The children bombarded Taiyoumori with mixed fear and confusion. “It will be alright my children, everything is fine. Just try and relax.” Taiyoumori reassured them as he lifted his hand in front of him. Using the ancient magic of rune magic created by the demigods for his people, Taiyoumori began in to draw in the air a picture of his children surrounded by a circle. What was unique about what he was doing and unique from modern runes was that he wasn't writing on any material but instead writing in the air. Every time he moved his hand, a fluorescent purple line would take its place. About a minute later, Taiyoumori had a picture of his children in a circle at which point he pushed his hand into the center. With a small flash, the image was gone and it looked as if nothing had happened. Only something did happen, the children were protected by an invisible barrier much like the one that protected the islands. They were no longer affected by the pain of the forest (or the MacGuffin but I'll get to that in a minute) and immediately began to relax. Taiyoumori after casting his spell, felt something odd and became incredibly pale. He tried to hide it by looking away from his family but Satomi was neither young nor dull. She noticed immediately that something was horribly wrong with her husband. But before she addressed him, she turned towards her children and quickly ushered them out encouraging them to go and play for they had completely forgotten what had previously troubled them thanks to Taiyoumori’s spell. Once they were gone Satomi turned back and looked at her husband. With a kind and caring voice she asked, “What is it? You felt something when you cast that spell and it isn't the burning of the forest.” “I removed the influence from our children, but there was something else there. The Golden MacGuffin had been rediscovered and the islands did not stop its influence.” “How is that possible? Hanshin-Shimamori made sure that it's influence could never harm us again.” “I know, it shouldn't have reached us. But I think it came from the forest. The MacGuffin’s influence must have reached reached us through the forest when it called out. The islands’ power could not protect us from that. It couldn't have known that the MacGuffin would reach us from the forest and even if it did it could not refuse the calls of pain from the forest. I now fear that since it is in, the influence will continue to grow until it consumes us all.” “What about Okinakame? He vowed to never return unless something threatened to harm the islands. I'm sure that if he hasn't already felt it then he will and he will help us.” “You know better than most that he is not a fighter and that he won't conquer the MacGuffin though force, no matter how much he wants it. But I will go to him and try to convince him to take us to it so we can claim it and bring it back here. Here Okinakame can hide it forever so that it can never again hurt anyone.” Edited by Fusuiryu, Dec 26 2017, 11:00 PM.
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