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ZM5's modpack.Burning LegionI decided to make a pocket world with a 1050 year history.
Seems there's a lot of races in this mod.
I go with a gnoll knife user.
I started in a satyr forest retreat, carrying a Roman dagger and a ridged Aztec spear. A centaur stood nearby. I decided to start talking to it.
Suddenly a fight broke out. Apparently satyrs are evil in WoW. They all started attacking the centaur.
I pulled a satyr off the centaur and began fighting it as the centaur slowly accumulated injuries. After a struggle, I slashed his gut with my claws, which knocked him off balance enough for a string of stab wounds, culminating in the loss of his nose and a dagger in the throat. I expected him to die, so I ignored him to throatstab another satyr. Somehow they kept standing despite their fractured upper spines. A woodcutter satyr came at me with an axe, but I parried with the dagger and knifed him in the chest. Things suddenly started to get worse from here. The mangled satyr manged to gore me in the foot, smashing it. I manged to scratch him in the face, but the gathering mob knocked me out of the tree. As they swarmed and I tried to get away, I saw the centaur get too exhausted to fight back and collapse. The satyrs beat him and bashed him for a long while until the woodcutter chopped his head open. The satyrs then turned to focus their efforts on me.
After they cut off one of my hands and grabbed my fangs, I called for an end to the violence, hoping for a bright future of peace and prosperity until they went to sleep so I could murder them. They refused and one smashed my remaining hand with a punch. I managed to bite the woodcutter firmly in the head, but before I could manage the final twist I passed out and was beated and hacked to death.
This character didn't last very long, so I decided to start over with a new character. I made another gnoll, this time with even skill in spears and knives.
Before starting, I looked at the Legends entry for the fallen centaur. He was a poet, and had written works such as My Friend Tubs, Give me the Duel, and Helms Wars Episode IV:A New Hope, which was inspired by a nightmare he had. Apparently some sort of centaur/satyr insurrection was going on.
I entered the game with my new character. By "coincidence" I respawned in the exact same place.
Unfortunately, I hestiated when they didn't attack right away and fell out of the tree. The fight went badly. I inflicted various stab wounds, but they mobbed me. Before dying a second time, I noticed a satyr grab another by the horn. Several traded blows later and the satyrs were rioting. I took a horn to the lower spine though, and was unable to escape.
Now I was getting annoyed. I decided to play a different race this time, from the demon entry.
This'll do.
I appeared in Bruteankle again. I was wielding a double-bladed polearm and a sai. I started my vengance. It was a massacre. The satyrs could do very little against me, but to their credit they fought bravely at least. I soon abandoned the sai, slaughtering them with my bare hands or double weapon. A few satyrs distinguished themselves as they were extinguished. A gemcutter on the initial tree somehow failed to notice the first six satyrs falling all around him. I politely greeted him and made him aware of the situation before I slashed him apart and crushed his skull underfoot. As I killed my way through the forest retreat, I saw satyrs pummeling centauresses. Tearing them apart saved them at least.
Later, someone named Andre attacked me. He was a creature called a nightmare satyr, which I believe looks like this.
He tried to cast some sort of spell on me.
He should have known better than to try and give a demon nightmares. As he climbed a tree past me, I grabbed him by the head and hurled him to the ground. One of his hooves split off on impact. I walked up as he tried to crawl away. I then struck him with the haft of my weapon and ran the nightmare creature through the heart. I was going to say something suitably impressive but then found myself unable to remember what I was going to say. The nightmare satyr then picked up a shoe and swung it at me. It was a valiant effort but I parried and then exploded his head with a single punch. Still annoyed that he had tried to out-nightmare me, I picked up his corpse and began bludgeoning other satyrs to death with it. Later, after I had found and read Give Me the Duel, I met a satyr calling himself a "Baron of Bruteankle Blessed Warrior". As I impaled him through the heart, he managed to reach out with his claws and slash my leg. He was the only one of his people to draw blood.
As I wandered looking for victims, I heard a terrified centaur child calling out in fear and saw a dead woodsprite on the ground. In the treetops, I saw a satyr general and an ambassador fighting. They had inflicted horrible wounds on one another. By the time I reached them, they had both fallen unconscious. I still clubbed their heads in with the nightmare satyr's corpse. There really wasn't any sport in it though. One by one, nearly every satyr died. I came across a mason, crying in a tree. He didn't fight back or run. He just kept spitting on me and calling me a murderer. I talked to him, but he just kept grieving. I debated whether or not to kill him. I decided that I had had enough today and left Bruteankle.
After leaving Bruteankle, I found a band of troops moving around outside. When I caught up to them, they were just some creatures. A cow, a boar, and a beak dog. They weren't hostile so I left them be. However, a "hellcaller" satyr came charging out. I attacked him, but then the animals suddenly took over. They swarmed him ferociously and the cow crushed his head. As I traveled away, the band of animals continued to follow me around. After a stop to rest at the beach, I started heading towards a hamlet I could see nearby on the map. On the way I was attacked by a satyr expedition leader and several satyr zombies. Andre's corpse proved to be a surprisingly effective weapon for bashing in the zombie heads. I knocked the expedition leader down and stabbed them. I offered surrender and they refused. Andre then claimed another victim, officially passing my double weapon for bodycount.
I made it to the hamlet to find it abandoned. Aside from some books, I found nothing of interest. Nearby though was a tavern. Inside was a lone ice giant who called himself a Totemic. He seemed surprisingly casual about meeting a member of the Burning Legion.
After a while, we talked about troubles in the land. The Lone Squid gave me the locations of various beasts, bandits and nefarious towers. I decided to go to a camp by the beach first since it was closest. I entered the camp and was attacked by a satyr pyromancer. When she saw Andre's corpse in my grip, she cast a spell. Andre was incinerated and reborn as a flaming humanoid spectre. However, Andre did not take kindly to this. He attacked the pyromancer with the very flames that had consumed his being. I backed away to watch the battle. The pyromancer got the upper hand, breaking away three pieces of his body before smashing his torso with the slab that had given her powers.
Spotting the slab, I snatched it away from her as she swung it at me.
After having gained the powers, I tossed the slab at her. She dodged aside and started punching me. I ignored her for the moment as I tested my new powers on the nearby trees. This proved to be a grave mistake. As I cast flames to and fro, I ignited myself. I tried getting away from the fire but it was too late. I was burning and spreading flames as I went. As I struggled to survive I made sure to finish the battle so that the pyromancer could not claim victory.
As I burned I realized I had one slight hope. The ocean was very close by, through the forest fire I had created. I began struggling to reach the sea, filled with demonic rage. I started to fall as my muscles were incinerated, but continued to rise again and again. I got within sight of the sand of the seashore when I lost the ability to stand as the fires reached my spine and finished off my limbs. I lost hold of my weapon, but continued to crawl as the flames crept into my skull.
With the beach almost within reach, my demon finally succumbed, his flesh burning away with the leaves.