Entry 2 MabMab wasn't an original member of his race. In the old days he was human. Kidnapped by a howling freak and imprisoned in the sewers beneath a thriving town he was there changed into one of her own kind that he might become a mate. He was later freed by his wife through the invasion and conquest of the town by the Realm of Silver.
This perhaps should have brought some gratitude, but the transformation had taken all good from his heart. He was a twisted and evil thing and recognizing this the Realm of Silver did not let him go. They enslaved the monster. The motive of these long dead humans is up for debate, but for Mab it only allowed him to nurture hideous hatred for his former species.
Even now centuries later as a free monster wandering the lands with his two mates he nurtured his hate.
For his new mates: Cish and Warosp
This traveling across the land was a biological imperative. A commanding impulse in the brain clicking after centuries of idleness commanding them to propagate their wicked race. For Mab it was an opportunity for revenge.
He was mockingly styled a prophet by the Realm of Silver as he declared their inevitable doom and now he had his chance!
Despite being mates the freaks had no love for one another and were selfish to a fault as they growled and lashed out at one another traveling.
The function of making the children and designing their nests would be a joyless process; a mere function to accomplish desired ends.
Three nests were planted: One bordering the foolish wolf king's land in a monastery to a goddess of torment and death
The next in a labyrinth near the hated museum
And the final nest in the heart of the Realm of Silver: In a castle of massacre.
The town and castle were littered with bodies of the great battle that took place; an ideal feeding ground for their off spring
Soon, as years passed and they aged the survivors, and many of the children would perish surely, would grow large and spread across the lands they infested and hunt it's sapient prey.
For Cish and Warosp this was satisfactory as impulse was satiated and they could return to cave-like homes.
For Mab it wasn't. He didn't desire to merely release more of his number, but to create a new land for his race and to put the humans in their place beneath him.
For him this was only the beginning.
Infestation CompleteArthur
Arthur had finally made it back after all these years: Lakemenaces
He stood upon the outer trenches; his spear already dripping blood of several goblins he encountered on the way in.
The trench work continued for as far as the eye could see, but in it's middle a great dark tower.
One would think that would be the goal of a conquering force, as Arthur and his men thought years ago, and one would be wrong.
The true enemy was in sight: From all around the fortress one could see multiple surging tides of bodies heading traveling to and fro in one giant wave, as if the arms of a whirlpool lashing out and sucking in and that drew too near.
Arthur and the others killed all the leaders of Lakemenace themselves, but despite this the city held thanks to the horde that continued whirling as if driven by some preternatural force.
Today, Arthur would begin his campaign of destroying them. As the goblins near him noticed him they didn't cry out alarm or attack. Most of them just sought to join the whirlwind of hordes and would look for routes around him to do so. Any foolish enough to take the same downhill route through trenches that Arthur took lost their throats. Arthur slammed his shield so hard into one's chest that it exploded into gore even.
Yet, still, even dying desperately and pathetically clawing for air the victims still crawled their way towards the horde. What is making them do this?
Finally, he reached the tail end of a goblin horde. He threw himself into this particular arm of the whirlpool of hordes becoming a whirlwind of death, and he thought to himself "If I had a master what would he be telling me, right now?"
"You are a fool."OOC stuff:
the howling freaks Cish, Warosp, and Mab are technically on the adventurer list, but feel free to kill them and all their spawn if you so wish!
If you guys leave them all alive I will slowly make them a worse and worse threat.
I'm thinking maybe of giving weapons and armor to one nest. Perhaps making them hollow zombies as well?
Individual howling freaks are a mid-game threat. Once you become talented at combat(or tireless) you can handle them so I thought it'd be cool to make them higher level as threats go.
More dangerous than a goblin army, but less dangerous than literal demons is the goal.
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 409659 times)