I've just downloaded the most recent version, and would like to share with you the story of my first adventurer of the new world.
I started out by creating a small world with only 125 years to its history. Geographically, it is a large continent, with one or two major outlying islands. The spider-centaurs have made their civilizations in the harsh south of the world, if I remember correctly, and they have remained a small people that has contributed little to history. To the far north, the only formic civilization thrives along with its neighbors the psionics, the lizardfolk, and the trolls. The halflings have, wisely, sought their land away from these war-like nations, whilst the cherubim have largely taken control of the wide mountain ranges near the trolls.
A single formic soldier, wishing to bring glory to the name of his queen and his people, left the hive and, in his journies, found himself within a peaceful troll hamlet. Wishing to gain a name for himself amongst the local populace, he inquired as to whether or not there was anything to kill. The locals informed him that their law-making noble was believed to be a bloodsucking vampire, responsible for the deaths of 22 citizens. Upon checking his map, he discovered that a noble's fortress was in range of the hamlet, and that there would likely be soldiers to recruit. Taking some tarnish stalks as emergency supplies, the formic left for the manor.
Upon arriving at the fortress, the combat-trained warrior was piqued to find that the soldiers refused to go with "someone such as he," and he was forced to, dejectedly, cross the mountains by himself. He swore, however, that he would return to gain followers once he had accomplished his goal.
He soon found out, however, what a dangerous place the mountains could be. Rivers were scarce feral hounds were ubiquitous. Fortunately, this meant a ready supply of food, but the hounds had strength in numbers. An even greater threat, still, was the constant threat of cherubim attacks. The winged beasts, remnants of the old times, built their mighty cathedrals on these mountains, and were eager to sacrifice any intruders. From their first attack, fortunately, he was able to sneak away; they ambushed him in his sleep for their second. He was forced to pull arrows from his arms, legs, and body whilst he ran from the bowmen. Losing two of his shields, he managed to escape once more.
Their third attack was even more harmful to the formic; again assaulting him in his sleep, he lost a thumb and a section of his leg to his aggressors that night. Formic soldiers, however, never surrender. He managed to cripple the two cherubim that attacked him and, although he failed to kill either, he managed to replace his lost shields with those which they dropped.
When he finally made it to the troll capital, he was stunned. The city was no more than a burrow into a mound of azurine. In the distance, he could hear the piercing screams of trolls, and he rushed towards the mound to find that they were fighting one of the most dangerous creatures from below: reaver ants. This attack crippled the numbers of the trolls, but the tide was turned by the formic soldier, who fought defeated the last of the ants.
Unfortunately, the vampire was killed in the attacks, and upon trying to explain his true form to the other trolls, they simply dismissed it as a rumor. Disappointed, though still eager to fight, our hero rested under the stars, letting his injuries heal.
His rest was cut short, however, by a fourth cherubim attack. This time he wasn't going to let them escape; with the help of the trolls, he slaughtered the two daemons sent to destroy the capital, and was finally able to rest at ease.
In the morning, he looked upon the wreckage of the troll burrow. Bodies were scattered everywhere, and the stench of death wrought in the air. The remaining trolls were, nonetheless, eager to continue on with their lives. With this job finished, the soldier prepared himself to, once again, visit the manor of the troll lord.
This has been, so far, an unexpectedly satisfying and exciting adventure. There are some things, however, that I should point out.
- My adventurer lost his upper right leg, but he can still walk, and has his lower leg and foot.
- The troll capital does not seem to extend below the earth, meaning the reaver ants shouldn't have been able to come out of the caverns
- Azurine walls and floors looking exactly the same is
really annoying.
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