Blood Moon Goblins
09-08-2005, 00:11
Thwack thwack thwack
Such was the melody of mining.
The Gundabad Urban Renewal Project was somewhat differnt from other cities efforts to do away with the 'bad' neighborhoods and solve overcrowding, most cities have to expand outward, or demolish old neighborhoods.
Since moving outward was rather difficult, and demolish old neighborhoods was a risky enterprise, the Goblins went down.
And down.
And still further down.
It was hot down here, hot and stuffy. Of course, this made little differnce to Goblins who enjoyed hot, stuffy environments.
Thwack thwack thwack
A few feet of rock an hour, when working at top pace, yielded to the Goblin onslaught, digging a worming path towards the center of the world, occasionaly coliding with the other tunnels working their way down, passing through each other and continueing on, and on, and on.
Behind THEM came the Goblins from above, who would stake out little claims on the wall, and start digging their own homes. Occasionaly you got things wrong and dug a home that had two doors, or three walls, but that was alright, because realestate was free unless developed, and most often somebody would set up a store or something inside the area you screwed up on.
Thwack thwack t-chink!
That was new...
The Goblin looked down at the object his pick and struck, it was shining, reflecting torchlight in a fashion that was...slightly disconcerting, and that was saying something considering the one being disconcerted was a Goblin who enjoyed digging tunnels 'the old fashioned way'.
But something seemed to command him to remove the crystal, to dig it out and hold it.
Pawing frantically at the rock so as not to harm the object, although since the first pickax blow had failed to so much as smudge the surface this was rather silly, and eventually the object came out.
Well done, my new pet. Well done indeed. Now, whether or not you mind, Ill be taking this.
The Goblin twitched suddenly, his eyes rolled into his head, and he made a noise such as might be made by somebody whose brain has just been turned into a tapioca like substance.
"Ahhh, that is much better." The Goblin stretched and sighed in a most un-goblinlike fashion, cracking various joints.
It turned, the other Goblins were staring at it.
"What, you little fools? Get out of my way. Not you! You, take me to whichever one of you little slimeballs is in charge, still have a King, right?" All but one of the Goblins had immidiatly jumped out of the way as if stung by something. The unfourtunate Goblin left standing in the middle of the hallway, trembling but already turning around and walking off down the hallway.
Moving like a puppet with a few key strings cut, the Goblin stomped toward the throne room, arriving at the Great Hall a short time later.
King Rockbreaker sat on his throne, idly picking his teeth with a fingerbone of his latest executee. In his other hand he held a head, a Goblin who had been caught stealing, apparently.
The Goblin puppets, both the unfourtunate crystal-finder and the one commanded to find the throne room, walked in, unannounced, through the door.
Rockbreaker looked up from the head he had been playing with.
"'Eh, who da hell da joo fink joo are? Dis are my private frone room, joor s'posed ta [i]ask afore joo jus' barge in 'ere. I oughta have joor he-"
Rockbreaker made a sound not usualy within Goblin vocal ranges, it went something like this:
"Ribbit"
The crystal-finder smiled.
The Kings Guards, a select group of elite soldiers, did not. They did the opposite. They also opened fire on the strange Goblin, killing the miner as well.
Still smiling, jerking occasionaly as a bullet struck him, the Goblin looked at the Kings Guards.
A series if clickings indicated that the Guards clips were now dry, but the Goblin in the middle of the room stood there, in an expanding pool of greenish blood spattered with chunks of muscle and organ.
"Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Well, it doesnt really, but its the principal of the thing."
The Goblins left arm suddenly fell off, followed by a spout of blood.
"..." Said the guards.
"Yes, thats a good response, now put the guns down and leave."
"W...w-what are joo?"
"I would be your God. Now get out.
---
Charnel, for that was his name, dropped the pathetic body, his mind, or soul, or whatever you please to call it, hovering formless and transparent in the room. As a being of pure energy, Charnel was as close to a real god as you could get. He even had godlike powers, and grew in strength as people worshipped him, or even simply beleived in him.
Long ago, well, not all that long, but a goodly amount of years, the nation of Harmonia Mortus had undergone a rather nasty civil war wherein many of the nations famed Thaum Bombs had been detonated, creating a magical overflow that had temporarily dispersed the nations natural supply of magic, a problem for a being sustained mainly by magic.
Charnel had fled, encasing himself in a crystal before the final moment when the last bit of magic had evaporated into thin space.
The result was not pleasant for those living there, in fact, it was almost uniformly lethal.
The geography of the area had 'snapped' back to its original form, Charnel had made a number of pleasing alterations over the years in order to make the area more 'him'.
The only races to survive were a few humans and the Goblins, discounting non-sentients of course. The Goblins, without Charnels guidance, had promptly killed the humans and set up their own government.
And thus Charnel had waited inside a powerstone (a sort of magic-battery) for the time when there was enough magic built up to restart things.
Of course, he hadnt counted on being buried under a mountain, but sometimes you just sort of misplace bits of terrain and it comes back to bite you.
Well...
---
Charnel focused, gathering material for his new body. Bodies built out of local materials were never as good as the real thing, nor did they last as long, but sometimes you just had to make due.
Gradualy, a human took shape, a middle-aged man in fairly good shape, a bit pale, but with an air of authority even as a mindless puppet body. With a God in its head it was downright worshipful.
"Much better." The body looked around, grimacing slightly, "What HAVE they done to my throne room? Blast, now I have to fix it all. Damn tastless Goblins."
The puppet waved its hand and suddenly the bare rock of the Great Hall became polished obsidian and granite, the open firepit was replaced with a bright magically-powered lamp which gave off a clean blue light.
Overall, it now looked like the temple to the cleaner sort of dark God, as it was.
Charnel sat in the throne, now a single piece of polished gold and ebony which was truely the height of bad taste, and relaxed.
Now, to start ruling.
(OOC:
Well, Ive decided to leave modern technology behind. I have a few reasons for doing this, and Im not going to list them because it would sound rather whiney.
Ill still RP with modern people if it looks interesting, most likely wars will be out of the question, but whatever.
Anyway, ill be posting a compilation of my threads made as Harmonia Mortus for your viewing pleasure, in which will be explained the details of FantaSci tech (which was nothing to do with the fruit flavoured soda), and even if you DONT RP modern, you should take a look, 'cause Ive been told its good reading.
Such was the melody of mining.
The Gundabad Urban Renewal Project was somewhat differnt from other cities efforts to do away with the 'bad' neighborhoods and solve overcrowding, most cities have to expand outward, or demolish old neighborhoods.
Since moving outward was rather difficult, and demolish old neighborhoods was a risky enterprise, the Goblins went down.
And down.
And still further down.
It was hot down here, hot and stuffy. Of course, this made little differnce to Goblins who enjoyed hot, stuffy environments.
Thwack thwack thwack
A few feet of rock an hour, when working at top pace, yielded to the Goblin onslaught, digging a worming path towards the center of the world, occasionaly coliding with the other tunnels working their way down, passing through each other and continueing on, and on, and on.
Behind THEM came the Goblins from above, who would stake out little claims on the wall, and start digging their own homes. Occasionaly you got things wrong and dug a home that had two doors, or three walls, but that was alright, because realestate was free unless developed, and most often somebody would set up a store or something inside the area you screwed up on.
Thwack thwack t-chink!
That was new...
The Goblin looked down at the object his pick and struck, it was shining, reflecting torchlight in a fashion that was...slightly disconcerting, and that was saying something considering the one being disconcerted was a Goblin who enjoyed digging tunnels 'the old fashioned way'.
But something seemed to command him to remove the crystal, to dig it out and hold it.
Pawing frantically at the rock so as not to harm the object, although since the first pickax blow had failed to so much as smudge the surface this was rather silly, and eventually the object came out.
Well done, my new pet. Well done indeed. Now, whether or not you mind, Ill be taking this.
The Goblin twitched suddenly, his eyes rolled into his head, and he made a noise such as might be made by somebody whose brain has just been turned into a tapioca like substance.
"Ahhh, that is much better." The Goblin stretched and sighed in a most un-goblinlike fashion, cracking various joints.
It turned, the other Goblins were staring at it.
"What, you little fools? Get out of my way. Not you! You, take me to whichever one of you little slimeballs is in charge, still have a King, right?" All but one of the Goblins had immidiatly jumped out of the way as if stung by something. The unfourtunate Goblin left standing in the middle of the hallway, trembling but already turning around and walking off down the hallway.
Moving like a puppet with a few key strings cut, the Goblin stomped toward the throne room, arriving at the Great Hall a short time later.
King Rockbreaker sat on his throne, idly picking his teeth with a fingerbone of his latest executee. In his other hand he held a head, a Goblin who had been caught stealing, apparently.
The Goblin puppets, both the unfourtunate crystal-finder and the one commanded to find the throne room, walked in, unannounced, through the door.
Rockbreaker looked up from the head he had been playing with.
"'Eh, who da hell da joo fink joo are? Dis are my private frone room, joor s'posed ta [i]ask afore joo jus' barge in 'ere. I oughta have joor he-"
Rockbreaker made a sound not usualy within Goblin vocal ranges, it went something like this:
"Ribbit"
The crystal-finder smiled.
The Kings Guards, a select group of elite soldiers, did not. They did the opposite. They also opened fire on the strange Goblin, killing the miner as well.
Still smiling, jerking occasionaly as a bullet struck him, the Goblin looked at the Kings Guards.
A series if clickings indicated that the Guards clips were now dry, but the Goblin in the middle of the room stood there, in an expanding pool of greenish blood spattered with chunks of muscle and organ.
"Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Well, it doesnt really, but its the principal of the thing."
The Goblins left arm suddenly fell off, followed by a spout of blood.
"..." Said the guards.
"Yes, thats a good response, now put the guns down and leave."
"W...w-what are joo?"
"I would be your God. Now get out.
---
Charnel, for that was his name, dropped the pathetic body, his mind, or soul, or whatever you please to call it, hovering formless and transparent in the room. As a being of pure energy, Charnel was as close to a real god as you could get. He even had godlike powers, and grew in strength as people worshipped him, or even simply beleived in him.
Long ago, well, not all that long, but a goodly amount of years, the nation of Harmonia Mortus had undergone a rather nasty civil war wherein many of the nations famed Thaum Bombs had been detonated, creating a magical overflow that had temporarily dispersed the nations natural supply of magic, a problem for a being sustained mainly by magic.
Charnel had fled, encasing himself in a crystal before the final moment when the last bit of magic had evaporated into thin space.
The result was not pleasant for those living there, in fact, it was almost uniformly lethal.
The geography of the area had 'snapped' back to its original form, Charnel had made a number of pleasing alterations over the years in order to make the area more 'him'.
The only races to survive were a few humans and the Goblins, discounting non-sentients of course. The Goblins, without Charnels guidance, had promptly killed the humans and set up their own government.
And thus Charnel had waited inside a powerstone (a sort of magic-battery) for the time when there was enough magic built up to restart things.
Of course, he hadnt counted on being buried under a mountain, but sometimes you just sort of misplace bits of terrain and it comes back to bite you.
Well...
---
Charnel focused, gathering material for his new body. Bodies built out of local materials were never as good as the real thing, nor did they last as long, but sometimes you just had to make due.
Gradualy, a human took shape, a middle-aged man in fairly good shape, a bit pale, but with an air of authority even as a mindless puppet body. With a God in its head it was downright worshipful.
"Much better." The body looked around, grimacing slightly, "What HAVE they done to my throne room? Blast, now I have to fix it all. Damn tastless Goblins."
The puppet waved its hand and suddenly the bare rock of the Great Hall became polished obsidian and granite, the open firepit was replaced with a bright magically-powered lamp which gave off a clean blue light.
Overall, it now looked like the temple to the cleaner sort of dark God, as it was.
Charnel sat in the throne, now a single piece of polished gold and ebony which was truely the height of bad taste, and relaxed.
Now, to start ruling.
(OOC:
Well, Ive decided to leave modern technology behind. I have a few reasons for doing this, and Im not going to list them because it would sound rather whiney.
Ill still RP with modern people if it looks interesting, most likely wars will be out of the question, but whatever.
Anyway, ill be posting a compilation of my threads made as Harmonia Mortus for your viewing pleasure, in which will be explained the details of FantaSci tech (which was nothing to do with the fruit flavoured soda), and even if you DONT RP modern, you should take a look, 'cause Ive been told its good reading.