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Battle of the Golden MacGuffin
Topic Started: Aug 26 2017, 09:04 PM (1,948 Views)
Larsland
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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! :)
Edited by Larsland, Aug 26 2017, 09:04 PM.
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Around midnight, Lachie and his band crept up the mountain, moving effortlessly between the gorse and scrub that littered the mountainside at higher altitudes. Their light armor was simple to carry, but offered little protection from the elements - some of the sorcerers had cast spells to ward off frostbite, but it was still uncomfortable.

"Orcs" muttered Lachie as the party approached the camp. Like shadows, the elves behind him darted all about, studying the perimeter of the camp and finding an opening; a single mistake from the guards that would allow them to slip in and take the Golden MacGuffin unnoticed. The elves were faster, smarter and more nimble than the orcs, but they were far inferior in brute strength. Knowing this, Lachie's muttering had not been an observation but an order: the elves were to assume their standard positions for stealing an item from an orc camp. Lachie himself stayed at a distance in the darkness, his bow drawn, waiting for the other elves to assume their positions.

Then, after a few minutes of waiting in total silence, he shot sniper-like, with well-practiced precision, at the nearest orc he could see. A mere diversion, of course, for the greater aim of causing enough uproar in the orc camp to distract from the MacGuffin for just a single second. After all, one critical second was all his highly skilled elves really needed.
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OOC: My orcs at least aren't in the mountains, they were camping in the forest. Though they claim the mountains for themselves, that's just a claim, and they were going to march to the mine on the morning, as they didn't yet own the MacGuffin.
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OOC: My apologies! I'll write up a post about the finding of the MacGuffin in a bit.
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Around midnight, Lachie and his companions arrived at the alter where the MacGuffin had been placed.

"Excellent" said Lachie as he approached the relic slowly "The MacGuffin is ours."

The elves carefully placed the MacGuffin in a small sack made of flax leaves. Lachie himself carried the MacGuffin, while the other elves followed close behind. Then, with typical wood-elven efficiency, the elves moved down the mountain and back towards their homes, leaving hardly a trail behind.
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OOC: Gonna post later, but I hope you don't mind if your elves just so happen to cross paths with the drows? They seem a lot faster than both the dark elves and the orcs, plus a lot more stealthy, and there probably wouldn't be too much conflict to this RP if you guys just took the damned thing and ran :P
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OOC: Nope, don't mind at all.
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OOC: Another writer block. Gonna push myself through this one, sorry if some of the writing is a bit rough.

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Just a bit more than an hour had passed since Imhrys gave the command to rest before the scouts furiously knocked on the door of the house he claimed as his.

Sighing, he pushed apart the book he was reading and walked to the door, opening it.

"What is it?" He asked.
"Elves, sir!" One of them, the only male of the scouts, said, "We ventured about a mile from here and saw them. We rushed back to the camp and here we are"
"Out of all the things that could happen in this land forgotten by the gods..." The captain muttered, "Very well. Hide in that tavern's roof; If there is a combat, snipe at the enemies from there"
The scouts nodded, and with acrobatic jumps landed on their positions. Except for one of them, who remained;
"Something else, sir" She said, "We've seen smoke at some distance. A fire was lit. I understand that our lower counterparts do not risk harming nature in any way; It may be the orcs... Or, in the worst case, the dwarves"
Imhrys gasped, "God damnit, why does everyone want the damned thing?!" After saying this, he pushed aside the scout and walked to the center of the village.

The soldiers were gathering; Evidently, a mage had already heard the news and casted a spell to wake them all up. There was a feeling of fatigue and malaise among the ranks, yet they all remained loyal for one reason and one reason alone; Inherited hate for the elves.

"Soldiers!" Imhrys exclaimed in front of them, "Our ancient enemies are here. They intend to take the MacGuffin away from us, much like how they stole our ancestor's victory, damning the world due to their ambitions!" Drow folklore has it that the elf split occurred when the elves betrayed the drows in a battle against evil, as the evil elven king attempted to murder the drow prince in order to rule them all. "Now, we take what is ours!"
Both patriotic cheers and racist phrases were exclaimed in the same way.
"Now, prepare! Hide in your barracks; We'll ambush them!"

Knowing the orders, the mages created balls of lights, and placed their concioussness on them. Moving at the speed of light, they reached the elves, danced for a moment in front of them and the slowly began travelling back to the camp. The idea was to catch the attention of their enemies, and lure them right into a trap.
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(OOC: Suddenly remembering I am here and had dwarfs under control, I decided to write a late prologue if no one minds)

It was a third golden age of dwarfs. Silverforge, their grand capital, was thriving as their main junction and industrial center. Under the prudent leadership of Hugo III, mining operations expanded far beyond what was thought to be dwarf lands.

Station No.52 was a railroad station to expand further, towards the sea. Built on the first level of dwarf mines ─ 150m deep ─ it had an access to the surface through the system of old mines. Now, they were clad with stone bricks, expanded to include fortified positions for crossbowmen and skirmishers with new rifles. Only one passage led to the city itself, and it was even further fortified to include places for cannons, fed with gunpowder and firing stone chips like a deadly shrapnel.

There was a reason to fortify it further than usual. Geologic reconnaissance confirmed that the area is rich with minerals. As soon as those news reached Hugo, more miners started to arrive there and expand the station to a full-fledged town, called Ironstream. From Silverforge arrived miners and materiel. From Ironstream went whatever they digged there. But the story started when MacGuffin was accidentally found in a cavern within the ore.

As one of the miners tried to smuggle it out, he was found out and the sample fell in the property of the mine director. In much the similar fashion it went up to the king and his counselor, a middle-aged man, infamous for his deeds in the outer, sunlit world. His name was Archibald Coldwind.

He was summoned by Hugo from his apartments at Silverforge, 15th Level, 7th Square, 1st Avenue, 20, where he was practicing his arcane arts to The Tower, the heart of the Silverforge and dwarfs.

"Your Majesty?"
"This is important, Archibald." He said and shown MacGuffin to his counterpart. "I think this is it."

Archibald gasped and rushed to that thing. "I... can't believe! This is the Golden MacGuffin from the ancient myth!"
"It is, indeed." Hugo felt unease, but swallowed it. "Our miners had found it. We claim it as our possession. And what should we do with it."
"Give it to me. I'll study it's magical effects on us all..."

Hugo interrupted him, clearly knowing his intentions.

"I won't do that, and never will! Dwarfs had found it. Such a tribute to you will be a waste."

Those two were now walking around MacGuffin, opposite of each other.

"And what will you do to stop me from obtaining it anyways, Hugo?" Archibald said inquisitively. "I fear you dwarfs are not up to the task of keeping it."
"And are you?" The interrogatively-spoken reply was. "You're but alone and our Realm is thriving."
"I have powers none of you can match! It is only a matter of time I invade the Sky Citadel and turn it into my outpost. And I will no longer need you!"

They were getting more and more angry and the king was already holding his battleaxe.

"If only your city will not fall into the cavern!"
"If only burying Silverforge with it! MacGuffin must be mine!"
"Wishful thinking! When the word will spread you'll never protect it from their grasp!"
"I will not allow it to spread!" Mage launched an ice bolt into the ceiling. It harmlessly dissipated through magical wiring.

Then, a thought had stricken them both at once: the word must've already spread far and wide for the past week or two.

"You think of the same as me, Hugo?" Archibald asked.
"All armies of the world will mobilize and come soon to take this from us. We must not allow them to invade our Realm!"
"Will your forts hold them off?"
"Not for long. Only if we collapse all those mines..."

That was never an option for dwarfs! Plus, the explanation of war would lead to more internal fighting. Plus, an obvious risk for their lives with all of that in mind.

MacGuffin was attractive, it's magic clouding minds of both mage and dwarf. But they both valued their own lives a lot ─ too lot, perhaps. Coldwind knew he could be killed in a deep sleep of him. Hugo knew that Coldwind could spawn beasts, strike with some nasty spell or even outright bomb the Tower.

"So?" Mage asked after a while.
"You will not have it." Hugo said, his teeth clenched. "Neither will I. We will put it away and let those fools do the fight themselves."
"And if I claim it and beat all those fools?"
"Then it will be yours. But dare not take my army for that!"

They've loaded the artifact on a train to the Ironstream.
They ventured out of the finishing fortifications.
They ventured on the top of that mountain.
Their men assembled an altar and put MacGuffin on it.
They left back.

And soon, other adventurers came to take their prize.



Archibald wasn't about to sit idle, though.

For his services to dwarfs he was granted by a small detachment of mounted dwarfs and three steam-powered tanks to use as his personal guard. All armed and ready to fight. So the very next moment he was idle and not supervised, he assembled his force and rushed to the Ironstream.

Alas, when they came, the mage was late by a margin.

"What? Where IS it?!" He asked everyone. As if they could've known!
"We're late." One of the officers replied. "And where could those fools have gone?"
"Seek for the smoke or any surrounding village." Mage replied.
"We don't have to. I know one around, deserted. They could've taken shelter there."
"What are we waiting for? Onward!"

They were on their way. Either they stumble into the sea, or they find their fouls, probably with MacGuffin on their hands. Regardless, the armored column with all detachment on the inner side of the armor went through the forest, crushing everything on their way.
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Prince Lachie saw the strange lights and was confused as to their meaning. With a swift arm movement, he motioned for the elves following him to stop.

"Those are no fireflies" whispered Lachie.
"They are the lights of will-o-wisps" whispered one elf behind him.
"I sense magic" said one sorceress.

Lachie considered his options. "Gawain? Jasmine?" he whispered "You two go scout those lights from a distance. The rest of us need to keep moving. The MacGuffin is still in danger outside of our base."

At once, Gawain and Jasmine nodded in unison. The pair of elven magicians crept low along the ground following the lights in total silence, while Lachie and his band continued on their normal path.
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OOC: Sorry for not posting, but as I said in the RMB, I'm feverish and in general quite sick.
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