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Battle of the Golden MacGuffin
Topic Started: Aug 26 2017, 09:04 PM (1,947 Views)
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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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OOC: Get well soon :)
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Sorcerers behind the lights sighing, the balls of magic flew right through the faces of the elves, hopefully blinding them, and did as much with the rest of the elves. The lights, however, lost power at each face they crossed, and in general weren't very strong, so no high hopes were held.
Otherwise, the situation on the drow camp remained the same. Most soldiers, nervous but high with bloodlust, gripped their swords. The scouts prepared their arrows. Two other soldiers were extinguishing the fires, which proved to be a hard task for the drows, as no water could be found nearby.


On the other hand, in the camp of the orcs...
"Oi, what dat sounds!?" A shaman exclaimed. Many grunts and groands were heard as the orcs waked up; A heavy thundering woke them up... The thunders of machines.
"Oi, shit" Krust whispered, as he realized that the sounds came from the fabled dwarf machinery, or "Metal bulls", as the orc mythology would hold them.

"Oi, laddies, hear me out!" He shouted, standing on top of a rock. He barely organized the camp this way; Besides the interruption of their sleep, the sound of the angry bulls was recognized by many, wreaking havoc in the minds of the orcs, "The dwarfs are comin'! They are invading the lands that we and our ancestors won through might! We won't let them take them away from us, now will we?"
A cacophony of outraged voices, saying no to the chief's question, echoed in the forest, "I know, I know! Now, let's show them tiny men who own these lands. Prepare your swords, and attack only when I say so!"

As the thunders were coming closer, Krust tried to memorize the dwarf language; He would attempt diplomacy before leading his kingdom into a battle that could kill them all.
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Dwarf tanks were not dwarf at all. They were far dwarfing dwarfs and not every tunnel could handle them, so they were usually used on surface. Each was a four-deck construction, reaching as far in height as in width. And they were stuffed with armament and covered with armor to withstand at least their own shells.

Lowest story was occupied with mechanisms. Second and third had cannons: 3 front, 4 to each side and 3 rear ─ as well as ports for any ranged arm. Fourth had a control room, additional mechanisms and such, as well as a howitzer. Roof was sloped and inaccessible, but a covered crow next was used for observation and as additional firing position. All central part was occupied by single boiler, producing pipes for two expansion machines. It was usually rather hot within the vehicle and steam-powered fans only converted "hot" to "rather hot".

Three of them now went, wedge formation, cannons directed frontwards. Archibald was at the third deck.

"Lord Coldwind!" The shout came from the fourth deck. "Orcs!" "All sto-o-op!" "Cannons to battle!"
"What?" He rushed ahead ─ to hit his head on the ceiling! With swearing and swearing and more swearing, he cramped himself into the control room.

Indeed, those in crow nest weren't lying. Tanks stopped near orcs' camp. Archibald could see their faces through binoculars.

"Are they for MacGuffin too?" One of the officers asked.
"Don't know." Another one answered. "But they are on our lands. Lord Coldwind, requesting permission..."
"Rig for battle!" He understood what was about to be asked. "Blow the horns."

Three mighty horns fed by steam roared, their deep, low, loud roar echoing throughout the forest. One could observe firearms in ports. Cannons were coming live.

Archibald got a speaking pipe that went outside, touched his throat with small wand ─ staff was too large to fit right now ─ and said on orc-ish, his voice amplified by the orb:
"I am Archibald Coldwind. I do not seek war... argh... how cramped... yes, I do not seek war. Give us a pass."

Well, he tried to put it simple.
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The elves pressed on, a little blinded by the flashing lights before them. Some of the less disciplined of the party tried swatting the lights away with their nimble hands, with little success. The elf-scouts sent to track the lights ended up scouting around either side of the group, confused about where the lights should be leading them.

After a short while, Lachie stopped the group again.
"Dawn will be upon us shortly" he whispered into the breeze "We are near the edge of the woods. We should make camp and rest before we cross the plain to get home."
"How shall we watch the MacGuffin?" asked a hunter-elf.
"Set up a roster" Lachie ordered "We will take turns to watch it through the day. Elves, find yourselves comfortable trees to sleep on. Those keeping watch, ensure the MacGuffin is guarded at all costs."
With that, the elves set about preparing their camp, especially making small makeshift beds in the tree canopy out of leaves and loose branches, like bird nests.
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"Oi, top of the morning to you!" Krust exclaimed at the machine, doing his best to not appear scared, "Ye, you may pass through my lands, sure, why not" He coughed a little, "Er, would you not happen to know where we could find an ancient relic? Say, of a golden colour?"

A small breeze carried some dead leafs through the air. The nervous orcs were both anxious to fight and desesperate to run away.


Meanwhile, on the village.

Gesturing with hand signs that normal people would consider unnatural, the mages returned the balls, weakened and dim, back to the village, hopefully tricking the scouts again.

"Xus," One of them said, "Go tell the scouts that a few scouts are coming. We could interrogate them"
The other mage, Xus, nodded, and walked to the ruined inn.

The fire was already extinguished, the soldiers, slightly bored, sharpened their swords, and the scouts, given new orders, prepared their aim, as they would attempt to shoot at the elves' ankles.
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The speaking pipe was closed. Nor was the voice now amplified.

"Are they for MacGuffin too?" One of the officers asked. "What other golden relics do we have?"
"Now, let me think.." One other replied. "Golden reserves in the Silverforge, statue of Hugo I in Silverstream, statue of Magni VIII in Goldenglade..., but they are obviously for MacGuffin. What do you think, Lord Coldwind?"

Archibald was finishing the process of regrouping to sit cross-legged. It's not like any average dwarf was that small or he was that high, but his relative inflexibility and robes were making things harder. Plus, he was a bit taller than average indeed.

"I think they are for it." He finally replied. "Open the roof, by the way."
"So what are we going to do?"
"Leave it to me and open the roof."

That was a thing special for this exact tank: opening roof instead of a howitzer. The roof opened. Archibald finally raised himself in fullest clearly looking as if he was dominating the machine. He wasn't as he was covered by parts of the roof from the flanks. In front of him was an armor plate up to his chest.

Now, touching his throat with his iron staff, he answered.

"We know where it is. You may have it. But I think we both should work in group to get it."
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The elf-scouts crept silently towards the village through the dark forest.
"This place seems dangerous" whispered Gawain in near total silence.
Jasmine nodded and prepared a spell. Gawain continued creeping forward alone, staying low as he approached.
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"Oh, er..." Krust ankwardly muttered, "Of course, the king shall help the dwarves in this noble endeavour," He struggled to say that last word, "and I promise that no dwarf shall be eaten!"

With that, he walked back to his shamans.

"Oi, mate, you saw that?!" Krust whispered, excitedly, "I tamed the metal beasts!"
"Ye, mate, that waz bloody amazzzing!" A shaman exclaimed, giggling like a teen, "Long live king Krust I, tamer of the dwarvez!"
Three horaahs were shared by the orcs.
"'Nywayz," A particularly old orc said, "When can we eat the slaves, then? I heard the dwarvez have a very oily taste. And I don't even know what oil tastes like!"

"NO!" Krust shouted, "Don't eat the metal beasts! They're friends! Slave friends, see?!"
Confused gazes were also shared by the orcs. A new concept had appeared on that day, for which Krust would be remembered as Krust I the Philosopher; Orcs learned about peace. Somewhat.



Some meters away from the elves, an order was exclaimed;
"NOW!" A female voice said. Right after, the lights once again raced against the elves' eyes, this time remaining in their faces, dying and withering but remaining. At the same time, the scouts rised from their hiding and shot at the elven legs, so as to make sure they wouldn't escape.
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"Ouch!" cried Gawain softly as a crude arrow pierced his shin. He fell flat to the ground quickly, hoping to avoid more fire, but actually finding for some reason that was where most of the arrows were concentrated.

Jasmine quickly cast her spell, providing a small force field around her against magic other than her own. This prevented the lights from coming too close to her, and also created a translucent, shimmering blue orb around her. As she had stayed back, she had just enough time to dart behind a tree while dozens of arrows flew in her direction.
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"Alright," Imhrys whispered, observing from the roof of a house in ruins, and then ordered; "Lesin and Ter! Bring the harmed elf to the inn. Scouts! Hunt down the other scum!"

Obeying, two soldiers came out of the inn, and brought Gawain back into the ruins. The scouts, meanwhile, jumped out of the roof and began their hunt for the elf.


In the Inn, a mage walked down the stairs. "Another job nicely done by the scouts, it seems" She thought, "Alright, soldiers. Leave him in that chair" She said, pointing to a wooden chair next to a table.

The entire place appeared to be the victim of a fire. There seemed to be marks of burns in every inch of the place; And every inch of the corpses, too, that the orcs probably found too disgusting to eat. A burial was already scheduled; But there were more pressing matters.

As the soldiers left the injured scout in the makeshift interrogation chair, the mage brought another chair and sat in front of the table.

"To make it short," The interrogator began, "I can heal your wounds, but you need to provide us with info. Alternatively, we can feed you to the wolves. Shall I begin my interrogation, then?"
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