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|.|,|.| \ Near the Waterfall / |,|,|.| __000()()/-///Rolitokovo ascended, and looked around. This seemed a rather pleasant place... a bit on the cold side but still quite inhabitable. He noticed 3 natural formations on the terrain nearby, though the details were hard to discern from here. Normally he would go have a look himself but... that would probably be 'cheating' here. Cheating might have dire consequences for all Anqip...
When the townsfolk ascended the hill, carrying lumber up to the top of the waterfall, they spotted Rolitokovo in his avatar sitting on a rock near the edge. Rolitokovo smiled, "Greetings, people!" There was a murmur as they set their materials down and formed an audience. "With a new world comes new challenges!... I didn't think that would be so literal here. I'll be streightforward, the land you are standing on is part of a board for a game of Tacticus." The crowd seemed slightly confused, one digging his claws into the ground to see if the dirt was real. Rolitokovo continued, "In practice this means there are other gods with other intentions commanding other peoples in this world! But it seems we are alone on this continent island, so we have plenty of time to build a nation anew upon it. So, what do you think of it?" A discussion commenced... it turned into a quite positive discussion. Despite the context of 'game', the idea of meeting new cultures was exciting, and building a great nation anew in such a beautiful and cosy place did seem like quite a good deal.
After a bit of discussion, Rolitokovo got to the caves, "There are also 3 natural features, one immediately to the southwest, one far to the west near the southmost point of the island, and one far to the north among some taiga between a spring and a mountain. Not even I know what's in them, but I'm sure quite a few of us would like to find out." Two in the back of the crowd, wearing large backpacks, immediately high fived. Rolitokovo smiled, "I suppose I should go find out who else is involved in this! If I can't make it back in person, I'll leave notes on your town postboard... assuming you get one up soon that is. Thank you all, and good luck!" A feeling of some sort of odd mission being played out fell upon the crowd... After a brief bidding fairwell, Rolitokovo's material avatar vanished as he departed the realm.
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============================== The Game RoomA fog drifts off the board, and descends to the floor behind a chair, getting denser until finally, a green Anqip with yellowish eyes materializes. Rolitokovo looks around, "Wow, nice place you got here! Hey guys!" He smiles, and takes a seat.
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()2 weeks pass upon the world's surface()
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During this time...
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The 2 Anqip that had been so eager to leave spot a cave opening not that far away from the town. Upon closer inspection, they peer inside, and find the cave is full of gold and shimmering gems! What luck! Only a couple weeks spent on this new world and they're already rich beyond their wildest dreams! They hug eachother... then hear a loud crunch! Looking back in the cave, they see a shadow move... a relatively small, green dragon emerges, young and actually kind of cute in a way. He sits in front of the cave, yawning. A dragon... beings of nearly divine wisdom, beings of awesome power. The two Anqip kneel before the dragon in a gesture of respect, "We apologize if we have intruded..." The green dragon notices them, gets up, and approaches. The two explorers continue, "We are new to this land, and seek resources and wisdom to aid us. We have yet to get proper bearings really! As a humble request, are you willing to share your eternal knowledge with us?" The green dragon licks his lips. The two look up to see a large open mouth. CHOMP! The dragon bit the heads off both explorers before either could really get away.
After a brief feast, the green dragon growing in size a little, an enormous red dragon emerges to see what the ruckus is. The green dragon walks back to his mother, licking his lips, then nuzzles against her affectionately. She smiles, and thinks, 'Wisdom? A bit of wisdom for ye explorers, never kneel before a predator larger than you are!' They both walk back into the cave. Just before the young dragon enters, he notices the explorer's footsteps lead northeast...
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..,.,,,.,.,,,.,.,.,.. The partially built town of Kavla NitiTraga notices the musketeer she's chatting with is looking off to the sourhwestern skies. She looks herself, and spots a green speck on the horizon, "I'm gettin' a bit worried about 'em. They aught've been back a while ago now." "Maybe they got stuck in the cave or something?" "I sure hope not!" "Well we could always send a crew to fish them out you know." "I sure hope they stocked up on their food if that's the case."
The green speck reveals itself to be an approaching dragon. "What th'ell is that?" "Well that's not a bird..." "Looks like... a dragon?" The dragon circles the outskirts of town. Traga stands along with a few around. The musketeer speaks, "So... we know what happened to them then?" Traga replies, "Don't jump to conclusions, we'll let him land then hear him out. Bring your guns to be safe, but try to keep a peaceful posture!"
They exit the partially made building. Traga brought her cannon out, but held it down. By now everyone has stopped what they were doing to watch their winged guest. Said winged guest dove streight at a worker, snatching him up before he could jump out of the way. The worker screamed out in pain as the dragon ascended, circling around the town once again. Traga shouted, "You three, guard the center!" As they moved to the middle of town, she raised her cannon, gesturing for the rest to follow her. She led them to the outskirts of town, circling the town in the opposite direction of the dragon. Meanwhile the unarmed townsfolk took shelter wherever they could.
When the dragon circled straight south, he continued on in a straight line. Traga commanded her troops to stop and hold... firing at it with a regular musket at this angle was pointless. Any musketball that actually managed to strike the beast would likely glance away from its thick scales! So, Traga moved behind a wooden sill, crouching with her cannon braced against it. As the dragon flew off, she lit the fuse and aimed carefully at the dragon's soft underbelly, aiming up and leading the target. KaBAM! A plume of smoke and flame shot out, the wood of the sill cracking slightly. The cannonball sailed through the air in an arc. THWACK! It struck the dragon in the leg, glancing away but breaking the bone within! The young dragon let out a brief roar of pain, dropping the corpse. Noticing its meal had gotten loose, the dragon descended, landing in the forest. Traga and her troops snuck into the woods, approaching the dragon.
She crouched low, gesturing for half the musketeers following her to sneak around behind the dragon while she snuck in front. She reloaded her cannon as she moved. As they got into position, she saw the dragon devour the last bit of the corpse... the dragon seemed to grow quite suddenly, and heal spontaneously as well. In the end it was as if he were never even struck! Upon getting into position, she gestures to her troops... aim for the eyes. She herself would aim for the heart. The dragon spread his wings, though just as he was about to take off, he spotted Traga emerging from behind cover, crouched down with the cannon under her arm, the fuse lit.
"FIRE!"
A brief but thundrous series of cracks ensued as the few musketeers all fired at once, piercing the dragon's eyes. The dragon roared in pain, "RAAA-"
KaBAM!
The kick of her cannon pushed her back into a half-standing position, the cannon pointing up, the claws of her feet leaving a short rut in the ground.
The cannonball struck, piercing through. A torrent of blood shot out of the wound! The dragon gasped, gagged with teary eyes, curled up... then the rush of blood slowly stopped. Silently, everyone approached. Immediately a roaring cheer is let loose! One less threat in the world to worry about! Discussions were already underway as to what to do with the dragon's corpse... perhaps make the hide into a rug? Such a thing deserves proud display, right by the town center! The cheer was short lived though... silence retook them, for buried within the dragon's corpse was the remains of a friend.
A distant but unimaginable shriek of sorrow and despair filled the air, echoing off of trees and mountains! It came from the direction of the cave...
Everyone was dead silent for a few moments... "That was... the little one, wasn't he?"
After a brief discussion, it was agreed to move the corpse away from the town... with a little luck it would at least give them time to prepare... though some felt that this spelt doom.
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"There ain't nothin' here but trees an' f*ckin' webs!"
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"Tell the weavers? They say spider web is strong thread."
"... Alright, let's get a sample and get it back to 'em."
After gathering a bit of thread...
"Don't get yourself stuck."
Eventually, an enormous, truly monstrous, man-eating spider emerges out of the trees, hissing loudly.
"Erm, right! That-a-way then!"
They back off, "Damn!"
The two unarmed explorers flee. The giant forest spider stays behind.
"I don't think I'm coming this way for a while..."
"I am! Hah, imagine Traga ridin' one of them critters!"
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A little later...
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The field sucked in air quite rapidly... the air inside of it fell up, went undoubtably very high, then fell down upon exiting, creating an extraordinarily tall convection current.
*SNEEZE*
"Bless ya!"
The frontmost sighs, a bit of fog trailing from his mouth.
"So, how do you think it works?"
"Umm... magic?"
"Indeed. Well, it looks like nothing around is being poisoned by it. Perhaps it is safe?"
"I dunno, let's ask when we get back."
The frontmost seems lost in thought for a few moments.
"I suppose, though this might be quite useful..."
He picks up a rock, puts it half in the field, and half outside the field. The rock floats in air, spinning rapidly. He catches it, and feels the torque on both the rock and his hands that the edge of the field causes.
"Here we have a means to construct perhaps a water wheel that needs no water."
"Well..." She notices the torque it produces, "Say, that's not a half bad idea! Maybe we can mark this place for a settlement some day?"
"I would suggest so! Now let us return, the town must hear of this."
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During this month, the citizens of Kavla Niti worked day and night to fortify the town against the impending attack... or as some felt, their impending doom.
A sign of great luck, quarriers struck hematite as well as several other needed minerals in the mountains!
A simple metal works was set up while quarried stone was processed to make shelters. A simple stone-and-wood watch tower was put up over the town center to keep an eye out for anything approaching. Traga took station up on top, the extra height hopefully yielding a better range.
The crude stone igloos would not take much of a beating, but at least they were effectively fireproof.
Only near the end of this period was there time to forge new muskets and bullets, but even then, only a small ragtag squad could be put together.
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Mere minutes until midnight, the very last of the first 6 weeks.
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,./_0_\.|-=-=-=|.,,,.,.,.===0 The Town of Kavla Niti, bunkered down and as ready as it'll get.Traga sat atop the watch tower... though there wasn't much of a point now. Night had fallen with a new moon. Everything was pitch black.
Earlier, enough saltpeter and coal had been dug up to make three kegs of 'powder on standby... generally these kegs were used for weapons or special mining purposes only, as gunpowder is not cheap, but drastic times call for drastic measures. A plan was made. If the westward candle is lit, the kegs are to be moved into the forest to the west and hidden, fire archers on the ready to set them off. The kegs were already placed near the edge of town... no need for a dragon's flame to detonate them early. At least in this pitch black the dragon would have a hard time spotting them. The northern candle was an alarm. Those with stone shelters are to retreat into their shelters, or flee, whichever they choose. Those without must flee into the forest. Those with guns use shelters as terrain shields. They would not stay there for long most likely... no need to needlessly risk those within the shelters.
Several minutes pass.
Traga felt rather like falling asleep... It was exactly midnight. It was cloudy above, not a thing could be seen. Just as she felt herself nodding off a bit, Traga was snapped back awake by a deafening roar... from straight above. Not from east or west but directly overhead. She immediately lights both the north and west candles, the lookouts on the ground recognizing this and getting people to action. Traga realizes... she's standing right on top a kill zone! In fact, likely the very plank she was standing on was about to be reduced to ash. Seeing as she was still alive, and therefore in some way still had a chance, she grabbed her cannon and hopped down the tower, letting herself slide down the ladder, breaking a couple rungs to slow her descent. She dove under a stone shield on the bottom. At the same time, a team of 6 rushed the kegs to the west, into the forest. Troops took stations, crouching behind the stone shelters...
The dragon, nearly a full 70 meters long with glowing red eyes, swooped down from above, and opened it's mouth.
The next thing Traga saw was pure yellow... then pure white. She immediately shielded her eyes. Those who escaped saw the entire town glow red and yellow with flame as the dragon breathed down an unspeakably intense flame! Traga felt herself heating up... she was shielded from the flame but the rays alone were burning with heat! Oddly, she hardly heard a thing. When the flame stopped... she emerged from the shield. Only the stone and metal bits remained of the watch tower... yet she was OK. Her ears were ringing.
All around her, anything flammable was aflame. Wood near the center of town was engulfed. Major parts of the rest of the town were alight... doubtless any building not made entirely out of stone would be leveled if this went on... luckily, those inside buildings were inside stone igloos. Meanwhile, exiting the city, the group hauling the kegs barely escaped a rather explosive end! One shouted his keg was on fire, though luckily the next was there to douse it with water from her waterskin. A sigh of relief, and they all continued westward into the woods. Three soldiers, not completely shielded were killed. Fifteen remained alive. The shelters, as planned, had taken the blast for them.
Traga opened the door, its hot metal handle stinging her hand through the armor. "Westward, NOW!" The musketeers changed positions, grouping to the west side of town. The ground shook with thundering force as the dragon landed hard right over the remains of the watch tower, its bulk crusing what was now flaming skeletons of buildings all around. Traga looked up... the enormous fire-breathing creature had landed... right, above her. Seeing as this might be the only chance she would ever have, she braced her cannon against the ground, aiming straight up into the dragon's chest. She lit the fuse, and a moment later, smoke and sparks shot out... the report of the gun only made her ears ring more.
Taking this as a signal, the musketeers emerge and fire a volley all at once before moving westward in an attempt to draw the dragon west, or at least get themselves into a better position. Meanwhile, the kegs were laid down in ruts on a ridge, and partially buried under dirt. One among them had a bow and a couple fire arrows. She stabbed the center keg with a dagger, letting some of the powder leak out onto the ground. She then hid herself behind a tree, the rest of the crew taking shelter. She held her bow and arrow, some flint and iron in her lap.
As the musketeers moved west, one of the slower ones, trailing behind the crowd, was spotted before he could make it to the forest. The dragon breathed a concentrated flame on that one troop. Immediately there was an explosion, followed by a brief scream as leather and skin were burned, melted, and in some parts vaporized. The immensely bright flame blocked all view. When the flame stopped, a charred black figure fell to its knees, then fell face first into the dirt, laying next to a twisted, red-hot metal tube.
A torrent of blood flowed down like a red waterfall from the dragon's chest, knocking Traga over and washing her away from the ruined tower. Her suit was steaming a bit, hot to the touch! It had saved her from getting incinerated back there... As she got back to her feet, the dragon tumbled back, leveling more buildings and caving in a stone shelter. The inhabitant of the shelter was knocked unconscious.
Traga stood, looking at the fallen dragon... that was, anticlimactically easy she thought. No, she realized, the dragon was still moving. The dragon growled, and stood... the would directly to it's heart closed up, as if it had never been struck. There was only one solution, she thought. She alone would have to lead the dragon west to the kegs. As the dragon stood and looked directly at her, she thought, it also meant she had to survive long enough to get there herself.
She moved west, the dragon following. That poor troop... Traga knew she would share his fate if she did not hurry. Indeed, she moved behind a stone shelter which she believed was empty, putting it between herself and the dragon. The dragon breathed a blinding blast of flame! Traga looked behind herself to see flame fanning out in all directions, seeming to surround her, but not strike her. The shelter began to glow with heat. When the flame ceased, the stone immediately exposed to the flame was red hot, some slightly molten, dripping down.
Just as the dragon was about to breath flame again, Traga dove into the forest, keeping low to the ground behind a tree. The forest around her was incinerated, trees set alight all around! She knew she had no time to reload here, and would have to drop some weight to make it in time... alas, this was probably her last act anyway. At least she could leave her cannon, saving it for those who wish to remember her. She dropped it, and as she scrambled back up, she drew her halberd. The dragon was forced to fly low to maintain line of sight with Traga as she made her way into the denser forest.
Meanwhile, the bowman by the kegs, seeing flame approaching, lights her arrow, and readies it in her bow, aiming at the spilt powder. The musketeers approached. The dragon was behind them, but so was Traga!
Traga ran as fast as she could as a constant stream of flame turned the land behind her to a charred crisp. The dragon swooped forth, the edge of the flame approaching. The musketeers gathered in the forest around the kegs. The flame ceased. Traga was finally near the kegs! She looked back to see the dragon swooping in to bite her in half. That moment, she leapt off of the ridge. While airborn herself, she threw her halberd into the airborn dragon's mouth. Traga fell to the ground below. The dragon smacked down skidding onto the kegs.
The dragon gakked and gurgled, trying to cry out in pain, its mouth filling with blood. The dragon tried to breathe flame, finally able to strike Traga directly, but all that came out was boiling blood. Traga saw a flaming arrow whiz by her head.
!!BOOOOM!!
The entire ridge was blasted open! Scorched soil trailed upwards, the dragon blasted back onto her hind legs. The thundrous explosion echoed between the trees, a ball of flame trailing skyward, leaving a trail of smoke beneath.
The two explorers, returning from the north, witnessed the fires, witness the fireball, and several seconds after seeing it, heard a double-thud. "It seems we are missing the party!" They rush toward town. They had to defend it some way!
Meanwhile. Traga slowly got to her feet... one of her legs was hurt a bit by the blast. The dragon had fallen onto it's side, and now lay curled up in a ball, slowly succumbing to blood loss and pain.
Everyone stood quiet.
Traga felt her armor stinging against her, and taking her helmet off, got to work cooling the plate off.
After a few minutes, people begun to talk to eachother. Just as they begun, they stopped. The dragon opened her eyes, her eyes glowing with a hatred a mother could only hold for the one who killed her son. The dragon stood... she was completely healed. Under the light of flame, the dragon began to approach Traga. They felt it. Doomed. All of them. But at least the troops' muskets were still loaded. They fired their row at the dragon! The musket balls glancing away. The dragon just ignored them, and kept heading right to Traga.
Traga noticed the halberd was still stuck in the dragon's throat. She decided to move uphill to gain altitude, but she had dallied too long pondering the impossible situation at hand. The dragon lunged forward at her. The next thing she knew, all was pitch black, and rather slimy. She was inside the dragon's mouth! The dragon then promptly swallowed her...
She felt a handle hit her leg. She grabbed hold of her halberd on the way down, digging it in and tearing the dragon's guts open as she fell in. The dragon rose up, screaming out with rage and pain!
Traga struck down in the pitch black to stop herself. Fluids from torn organs spilt down all over the place. One of them smelled like a very strong oil. She felt fear for a moment, but put that away. In all likelihood she was dead anyway. Traga yells out and hacks around, slicing open whatever she can as she tries to dig her way to the dragon's heart. The fluids eat away at everything, corroding her armor. Traga is engulfed in a stinging sensation that grows until she herself is overcome with pain.
The dragon twists and thrashes aroudn in incredible pain, trying to take flight but instead ust crashing right back down to the ground!
This seemed almost a fitting introduction to hell for Traga... she held on, immersed in the dragon's guts and blood, her skin corroded away by stomach acid. Her mouth was sull of the gore, the blood of the dragon seeping into her body through non-existent skin. Well, this was the end, she thought. If the flame goo can decimate a town in one breath, then one could only imagine what would happen if it were all set off at once. Traga would've smiled at the thought, if she were capable. She took out her remaining powder charge. Lickily the container hadn't gotten hot enough for it to go off. She took it out, and stuffed it into the hole she made, forcing herself to move despite the immense pain. She stuffed it in with a bit of fire goo, lit the fuse, then let go, letting herself fall into the pool of guts. It was as if in that moment all of the dragon's pain shot into her. She curled up into a tight ball, then all went white!
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The Anqip, knocked out by his collapsing shelter, slowly came to to. He excavated himself from the rubble, and slowly stood, holding a small support rod in his hands. Birds all around sang for a few moments, then the singing stopped. There was nothing but silence. A distant thud came from all directions as a blinding flash filled the sky. He grunted, shielding his eyes. The radiant heat stung him, vapor rising up from his clothes!
The glow slowly diminished. He looked west to see what appeared to be a sunrise, trees nearby the 'rising sun' set on fire by radiant heat. A dull rumble could be heard. A spherical shell expanded outward, becoming invisible after a bit, the glow in the center expanding out and dimming slightly.
A wave seemed to disturb trees as it zipped across the land toward him. He dropped the rod, standing as still as a statue. As the wave swept by him, he felt it pass through him. The dull roar was interrupted by a distant but powerful explosion that seemed to sound from all directions. A cloud of dust rose slightly from the ground.
He looked onward. Near the center, winds once blowing everything outward reversed, sucking leaves and debris back inward as the fireball rose upwards, leaving a column of flame below it. All around, a dull but powerful rumble reverberated among the trees and ruins.
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"Well, I suppose that means we're the last Anqip?" "Shut up!" The two returning explorers looked upon the mushroom cloud and ruined city. Nobody seemed to be alive anywhere.
Indeed, every single soldier was reduced to charred remains.
Where the dragon once stood, there was now a large, pitch-black skeleton, smoking a bit, half-embedded in glassified, craterized terrain. The area around it was reduced to wasteland.
"It is no good, no good at all."
"No worries bud, not the first time the world has ended!" He chuckles and whistles a happy tune, keeping his mind off it all.
As they approached what appeared to be ruins, they heard a rushing sound. "What th-"
Ka-POOF!
"HEY!"
They were both knocked back into the dirt, bits of soil raining down. They stood. Holding their torch forward, they noticed the char-black, curled up mummy-like form, resting within a small crater. The two look at eachother, then look down at it. The charred, twisted form slowly unravels with a crackling sound. Unsure of what this is, they back off. Something seems to be present within the baked exterior. He walked up, and holding his hand out to touch whatever it is, notices it still seems to be, breathing? Gravely injured, but still alive.
"Ho-ly sh*t!"
A few moments pass.
"Lets move whoever it is back to town."
They lift the form up, hauling it back.
"How the hell?"
"I have no idea whatsoever!"
A while later...
They walk into town, finding that if anything more than a foundation remained of a wooden building, it was a charred frame. The only buildings seeming to still stand were the shelters. The explorers noticed that oddly, within one building, reduced to a charred frame, a table with a cup of tea on it remained entirely unscathed inside, everything around it turned to ash. They put together a makeshift bed near it, setting down whoever they rescued upon it, leaving to search the shelters afterwards.
They happened upon an Anqip, sitting near a ruined shelter, looking ahead.
"Another survivor? You ok?"
"That... was a little too real. It reminds me of the twilight... I don't like it!"
They sighed in agreement.
When morning rose, the rising sun shone through dusty skies, illuminating the charred skeletons of buildings in an orangish red. Those who fled into the woods came back unscathed, and those who stayed in shelters emerged OK. These preparations saved most of the town's inhabitants, albiet most of the town itself was no more. 21 were dead, none of the military remained.
Checking up on the person they rescued, the explorers found she had chipped away some of the baked shell... "Traga?" She had healed surprisingly well... overnight? The explorer looked back, "It's Traga, she's alive!" They faintly heard her soft voice, "A little... request?" Immediately he responded, "What do you need? I don't know where our medic is!" "No, food please. I'm hungry enough to eat a cow!" "Alright, we sent someone out to hunt some deer, heh, you'll be first to get a slice!" "Thanks, and bring the rest of the deer too." He was quite surprised... the whole situation seemed absurd in the first place. Well, an order was an order!
Most of the town survived, and even though buildings were burnt to a crisp... at least buildings could be rebuilt. Unfortunately, that day, artifacts from the old world were lost or ruined forever. At least they still had their lives, and perhaps would one day forge new artifacts. At the time being, most were concerned simply with surviving in this new world.
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Anqipians:
Town: Kavla Niti (59,23)
Population: 82
Pop Cap: 765
Task: Rebuilding the town...
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