NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: It's straightforeward, and simple. You can rp this being in your past tech kingdom or whatever, i don't care. Just respond so I can do something!!!!
Map (http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/9650/prop12mb.png)
IC:
The goblins (http://img-fan.theonering.net/rolozo/images/janssen/Angband01.jpg) had organized themselves into a small camp. They knew nothing of this land, only that they had been driven out of the Dank Wetlands by the lizardmen, and had trekked for weeks to reach this....this...middle of no where.

Still, scouts had found the area had a few small towns, full of simple humans. They felt that they could wipe out the area and move on. They were lightly armoured, most just possessing a spear or sword and some tattered leather scraps of armour.

But that was not all of them.

20 of them were armoured quite well, and had Sokuv steeds as well. These elites (http://img-fan.theonering.net/rolozo/images/sotomayor/Wolf_raider.jpg) would lead the attack, and be the point of the spear.

OOC: Anybody interested?

OOC: Could I play as a PT Pythogria?

OOC: Go right ahead.

OOC: Go right ahead.

OOC; To quote the advisor in the game Tropico, "It will be done, El Presidente!"

IC:

King Sev scoffed. "Goblins?"

The advisor said, while bowing, "Yes. Goblins. Threatening Genos."

"Can the militia defeat them?"

"No."

"Then I want an army over there. Standard configuration."

"Yes, sir."

In Ancient Pythogrian terms, "standard configuration" for a small army meant 12 Imperial Infantry units, 6 Imperial Archers units, 6 Imperial Cavalry units, and one General's Guard. The General's Guard was 40 men. All other units had 60 men.

This army marched towards the town of Genos, to combat the goblin threat.

OOC: Where's Genos on the map?

OOC: Where's Genos on the map?

OOC: I'd say near the top, in between the forests. On the road.

OOC: Roger
IC:
Scouts had seen a human knight patroling the area, searching for something. The bandit gang knew they couldn't let the humans figure out where their camp was. One of the more crafty goblins climbed atop a hill and took aim. (http://www.hdrhq.de/images/hdrhq_content/units/moriabogenschuetze.jpg) Looking for the gap in the armour between the chestplate and the helmet he held his bow nice and tight.

After locking on mentally, he let go, the arrow almost going right through his neck. After making a small victory cry, 20 of the goblins went to fetch the body. After ripping it apart piece by piece, the Sokuv riders went and caught the horse. The pieces were put in one of the horse's bags, and sent back with a note:

Stayz away oz we gets ta killz mo!

A commander read over the message. "Goblins ARE stupid.. I want our army searching... in full force."

The army did that. They marched in whole units, searching everywhere for the Goblin scum.

The bandit camp would be hard to find indeed, hollowed into a hill and extended a bit underground. Still, the goblins weren't taking any chances. An ambush was planned, all 20 of the elites had hidden in the woods nearby the road. The rest of the band hid behind them.

The elites had planned to run out and skirmish abit. After a few of their number died, they would run into the woods. The humans would follow, and be skewered alive by the less....disciplined troops.

The bandit camp would be hard to find indeed, hollowed into a hill and extended a bit underground. Still, the goblins weren't taking any chances. An ambush was planned, all 20 of the elites had hidden in the woods nearby the road. The rest of the band hid behind them.

The elites had planned to run out and skirmish abit. After a few of their number died, they would run into the woods. The humans would follow, and be skewered alive by the less....disciplined troops.

An infantryman sighted a goblin. "Sir... seems to be an ambush."

"Indeed it is. Wait this out. They'll get tired... eventually."

The Wandering Holy Man, Julio, led his men, half of the thousand members of the Aesonic Church who were fit to fight, through the woods. The scouts he had sent ahead had reported a group of goblins massacring some other man. Leaving half of his army to defend the camp, he had taken the other half to route out the goblins, if he could.

OOC: Tell me if that's too much and I'll reduce it. Basically, the Aesonic Church was cast out of their homes on pain of death, so there's a whole lot of them wandering about.

An infantryman sighted a goblin. "Sir... seems to be an ambush."

"Indeed it is. Wait this out. They'll get tired... eventually."
"Whys ain't dey ttackin?"
"Deys stoopid. Fur de pointyz!"

The goblin foot "boyz" simply pointed their bows up, took aim, and let loose a hail of 60 arrows.

The Wandering Holy Man, Julio, led his men, half of the thousand members of the Aesonic Church who were fit to fight, through the woods. The scouts he had sent ahead had reported a group of goblins massacring some other man. Leaving half of his army to defend the camp, he had taken the other half to route out the goblins, if he could.

OOC: Tell me if that's too much and I'll reduce it. Basically, the Aesonic Church was cast out of their homes on pain of death, so there's a whole lot of them wandering about.
OOC: Go right ahead. Are you on the road or in the woods?

OOC: Through the woods. Approaching the goblin camp from the east. The army is sticking together, so it may take them a couple passes to find it. Unless some stupid goblin attacks them and then runs back to the camp.

"Whys ain't dey ttackin?"
"Deys stoopid. Fur de pointyz!"

The goblin foot "boyz" simply pointed their bows up, took aim, and let loose a hail of 60 arrows.

Arrows tend to be... less than great against things wearing metal armour. The infantrymen. I nresponse, the Pythogrian archers retaliated. Because 60X6=360, that was 360 arrows flying at them. "Skewer them!"

Arrows tend to be... less than great against things wearing metal armour. The infantrymen. I nresponse, the Pythogrian archers retaliated. Because 60X6=360, that was 360 arrows flying at them. "Skewer them!"
OOC: Hold up. Your enitre army has chanced upon my small bandit force in this whole wild region? How did you even know they were here?

OOC: Hold up. Your enitre army has chanced upon my small bandit force in this whole wild region? How did you even know they were here?

OOC: D'oh... make that 60 arrows, as it'd be one infantry and one archery unit.

A small of mercenaries traveled along the road. They saw what looked like a battle about to commence. "Orders?" one of them asked James, their leader. "Hold position, but send out some scouts to watch the battle and find any survivors of the losing side. IF there are any, we'll offer them our aid." The men did as they were told.

OOC: Oh ok.
IC: The trees, branches, and the occasional squierrel, softened the blow dramatically. Out of 50 goblins, 6 foot soldiers and no elites were killed. Still, a bandit knows when to fight another day, and the goblins retreated northward. They would not leave the area, but simply relocate.

OOC: Rp NOT OVER. My troops have been routed northward.

OOC: Oh ok.
IC: The trees, branches, and the occasional squierrel, softened the blow dramatically. Out of 50 goblins, 6 foot soldiers and no elites were killed. Still, a bandit knows when to fight another day, and the goblins retreated northward. They would not leave the area, but simply relocate.

OOC: Rp NOT OVER. My troops have been routed northward.

The Pythogrians set up camp, and the rest of the army assembled there.

Tommorow, they followed tracks.

OOC: And a large movement, perfect opportunity to spot them.

The scouts sent ahead reported that the goblins were fleeing north. Julio ordered his men after them. Of the five hundred, three hundred were infantry, one hundred were archers, and one hundred were cavalry.

The mecenary scouts reported that the goblins were fleeing and that another, larger group was chasing them. "Move out!" James yelled as he rode off. The other four hundred mercenaries followed. James was trying to intercept the other group in hopes of at least meeting them and gathering more information on the small conflict. He was not worried about the group becoming hostile. To say his men were well trained was an understatement.

OOC: Remember, I'm moving through the forest. Good luck getting your calvary in there.

IC:
The goblin band had stopped only half a mile away, but was in a deep part of the forest. All their extra gear, supplies, and worst of all food had been lost. One of the elites took charge.
"Listen 'ere! I sayz we needsy foo-eds! Now, you boyz ova dere."
The goblins looked around. It appeared the elite had forgotten to point.
"Argh! You! On da...erm...by dat rock! Gets your pointy shooter and kill us sum grub!" The 20 or so goblins saluted and scattered into the woods, leaving their spears/swords by the rock and taking up their bows.
"K. Now You udders, get sum leaves fer us ta sleep on. AND NO FIRES!" The goblins seemed disheartened.

The elites formed a...well a sort of circle around the general area of "Da so much betta camp."

OOC: I figured if you can fit your Sokuvs...

IC: The man perching in the high branch of a tree saw, some distance away, a large group of men marching. He hastily scrambled down from the tree and ran to report to Julio.

A short time later Julio and two bodyguards rode up towards the mercenary force.

OOC: Remember, I'm moving through the forest. Good luck getting your calvary in there.

IC:
The goblin band had stopped only half a mile away, but was in a deep part of the forest. All their extra gear, supplies, and worst of all food had been lost. One of the elites took charge.
"Listen 'ere! I sayz we needsy foo-eds! Now, you boyz ova dere."
The goblins looked around. It appeared the elite had forgotten to point.
"Argh! You! On da...erm...by dat rock! Gets your pointy shooter and kill us sum grub!" The 20 or so goblins saluted and scattered into the woods, leaving their spears/swords by the rock and taking up their bows.
"K. Now You udders, get sum leaves fer us ta sleep on. AND NO FIRES!" The goblins seemed disheartened.

The elites formed a...well a sort of circle around the general area of "Da so much betta camp."


In the forest, cavalry were left behind at the edge. The infantry and archers marched onwards, and one sighted some odd shadows on the horizo njthat were not vegitation. An archer shot an arrow at one.

James, and three others saw the group of three advancing towards them. "Halt!" James yelled, "Are ye friend or foe?"

OOC: I figured if you can fit your Sokuvs...

IC: The man perching in the high branch of a tree saw, some distance away, a large group of men marching. He hastily scrambled down from the tree and ran to report to Julio.

A short time later Julio and two bodyguards rode up towards the mercenary force.
OOC: The Sukovs are half as big as a horse, and there are less of them. Your hundred calavry would be a pretty big force to move at any fast speed through the woods. If you just want your horses to walk around in the forest then go ahead.

"Well, ye dinnae look like ye are goblins," said one of the bodyguards, "So I would say we'd be friends."

James, and three others saw the group of three advancing towards them. "Halt!" James yelled, "Are ye friend or foe?"

OOC: My group is a LOT more than three. Are your guys near mine?

OOC: The Sukovs are half as big as a horse, and there are less of them. Your hundred calavry would be a pretty big force to move at any fast speed through the woods. If you just want your horses to walk around in the forest then go ahead.

OOC: Yeah... I'll do that. Didn't realize they were that small.

In the forest, cavalry were left behind at the edge. The infantry and archers marched onwards, and one sighted some odd shadows on the horizo njthat were not vegitation. An archer shot an arrow at one.
OOC: Now yur thinkin
IC:
"Squee!" The goblin had been hit while chasing a rabbit. He dropped fairly easily. No others of the hunting party however were around him, so his death went unnoticed.

OOC: Yeah... I'll do that. Didn't realize they were that small.
OOC: 20 horses could run right through if your looking for speed.

"Well, ye dinnae look like ye are goblins," said one of the bodyguards, "So I would say we'd be friends."

"Than what is you business in this area?" James asked.

OOC: Now yur thinkin
IC:
"Squee!" The goblin had been hit while chasing a rabbit. He dropped fairly easily. No others of the hunting party however were around him, so his death went unnoticed.

The Pythogrians marched forward. "It's a goblin!"

Everyone drew swords. "They're near..."

"Well," said Julio, "At the moment we're hunting goblins. And you?"

Clattering metal could be heard in the distance. One of the hunting goblins turned to another.
"You 'ere sometin?"
"Na dog. Looksy! A rabbit!"

Clattering metal could be heard in the distance. One of the hunting goblins turned to another.
"You 'ere sometin?"
"Na dog. Looksy! A rabbit!"

The army still walked forward, slowly and cautiously.

OOC: Hold on before I post, are all of your forces going into the woods?

OOC: Hold on before I post, are all of your forces going into the woods?

OOC: Yes, all but the cavalry.

"Well," said Julio, "At the moment we're hunting goblins. And you?"

"We are mercenaries. We have traveled these lands since we were children with our parents. They too were mercenaries. It is a tradition so to speak. May I ask, however, why are you chasing these goblins?"

12 Imperial Infantry units dan 6 Imperial Archers units along with a generals guard were quite loud in the woods. Over 200 hundred men crunching sticks, shifting their armour, and scaring the wildlife could not go unnoticied...and it didn't.

The hunters, now hearing a much larger force, slowly made their way back to the camp. The Stukov's could smell the men, and the elites knew they were there. The foot soldiers, all of them, had now gathered and had begun to shiver. If they stayed here....they would die. The elites gave the order. They would travel even farther North, and then cut back onto the road, catching the troops from behind. The footsoldiers would do the same, but go south. Silently, and very very softly they crept in different directions.

(Be back on in a few minutes)

"Our scouts came upon them slaughtering an innocent. What's more, we are," he paused for a moment, "Seeking to acquire land. Having goblins on that land would be a problem, no?"

12 Imperial Infantry units dan 6 Imperial Archers units along with a generals guard were quite loud in the woods. Over 200 hundred men crunching sticks, shifting their armour, and scaring the wildlife could not go unnoticied...and it didn't.

The hunters, now hearing a much larger force, slowly made their way back to the camp. The Stukov's could smell the men, and the elites knew they were there. The foot soldiers, all of them, had now gathered and had begun to shiver. If they stayed here....they would die. The elites gave the order. They would travel even farther North, and then cut back onto the road, catching the troops from behind. The footsoldiers would do the same, but go south. Silently, and very very softly they crept in different directions.

(Be back on in a few minutes)

The Army still marched onward, with o sign of the enemy appearing. But nobody could shake that "we're going to be ambushed" feeling...

"Our scouts came upon them slaughtering an innocent. What's more, we are," he paused for a moment, "Seeking to acquire land. Having goblins on that land would be a problem, no?"

James looked at the man. "If you don't mind my asking, if you should manage to aquire the said land, would my people's lives be disrupted?"

James looked at the man. "If you don't mind my asking, if you should manage to aquire the said land, would my people's lives be disrupted?"

"No. Not unless your people live here in the forest. We're setting up a camp, it may become a village eventually. But the goblins prey on villages, on camps, on lone wanderers."

"we are not too worried about these goblins. We grew up being attacked by small groups of enemies. Anyway- What the hell is going on over there?!" James yelled as he saw a large force moving across their flank.

"we are not too worried about these goblins. We grew up being attacked by small groups of enemies. Anyway- What the hell is going on over there?!" James yelled as he saw a large force moving across their flank.

A soldier turned and walked towards the man. "En Taro Adun." the soldier bowed politely. "Who are you? We're hunting down some troublesome goblins."

"we are not too worried about these goblins. We grew up being attacked by small groups of enemies. Anyway- What the hell is going on over there?!" James yelled as he saw a large force moving across their flank.

"Well then, we'll go our way, and I imagine you'll go yours. Can we assume you're not going to interfere with us going after the-" Julio also turned towards the large force.

"Blundering about like a bear," muttered one of the bodyguads, "Serve 'em right if they walk straight into a trap."

"As I have said, we are a groups of mercenaries that have long been in these parts," James declared as he motioned towards the men with him and the res of his force nearly one hundred yards to their rear.

"Well then, we'll go our way, and I imagine you'll go yours. Can we assume you're not going to interfere with us going after the-" Julio also turned towards the large force.

"Blundering about like a bear," muttered one of the bodyguads, "Serve 'em right if they walk straight into a trap."

"I heard that."

The general looked at the bodyguard. "For your information, we've barely ever fallen into traps in this formation.

"As I have said, we are a groups of mercenaries that have long been in these parts," James declared as he motioned towards the men with him and the res of his force nearly one hundred yards to their rear.

"Ah. Well, as long as you don't get in our way, we'll be off."

"I heard that."

The general looked at the bodyguard. "For your information, we've barely ever fallen into traps in this formation.

"Arrogant bastard" James muttered under his breath as the man walked off to rejoin his group. "What is your name?" He then asked the man who lead the group of three.

The 20 elites could now see the few Pythogrian troops who had not gone into the woods. Without a word they charged towards them, long curved blades in hand.

*Bump*

*Goooooooooood Morning Nationstates!*
*Morning Bump*

"Arrogant bastard" James muttered under his breath as the man walked off to rejoin his group. "What is your name?" He then asked the man who lead the group of three.

"I am Julio," replied the man, though he did not expect that to make much impression, "I am leader, of my people."

Bump

*While I wait for anyone to post...*
IC: The goblin footsoldiers that had traveled south were becoming more and more nervous. Rather then commit to the plan the elites had put forth, they seemed content to travel through the woods southward, hoping they didn't come across any humans.

After what appeared to be an hour, they simply stopped. Before them was the most dead wood they had ever seen. Dry branches, leaves, and bark littered the ground. It wasm too much for their small brains.

After a quick construction, they had organized the dry brush into a large pile. They quickly and gleefully created a firebow, and sent the pile ablaze!

*While I wait for anyone to post...*
IC: The goblin footsoldiers that had traveled south were becoming more and more nervous. Rather then commit to the plan the elites had put forth, they seemed content to travel through the woods southward, hoping they didn't come across any humans.

After what appeared to be an hour, they simply stopped. Before them was the most dead wood they had ever seen. Dry branches, leaves, and bark littered the ground. It wasm too much for their small brains.

After a quick construction, they had organized the dry brush into a large pile. They quickly and gleefully created a firebow, and sent the pile ablaze!

In a dark alley somewhere in the center of Ustovits, a cloaked, slouching figure squeezed through a crack in the wall. He emerged in a small dank room, lit up by several torches about the room. A strange writing was drawn on the ground in a circle, and in the center, a tentacled monster was roughly drawn. Another man stood aside, staring at the symbols.
"Master," the slouvhing figure gasped, "goblins have defiled the dead forest!"
Master stood silent.
"Master! We have hidden for long enough. We should take this chance! A goblin army would be the perfect beginning for the rebirth of the Order!"
"You are right, ryla'i,"
The slouching man figited. His master was too quick to agree.
"You are right. The time has come. You have been loyal, ryla'i, it is time for your reward. You shall now witness the ancient power of our gods. Step into the circle."
The slouching man hesitated.
"DO IT!!"

The man's eyes glazed over, and he unquestioningly moved in. He had a moment of extreme fear, and then he could feel the long, twisted dagger enter his stomach through his back.
"You insolent fool, you should know the gods long ago made a pact with the goblins. My necromancy cannot touch them. The humans however, will make excellent soldiers. Now go, and spread the message of the gods!"
He pulled the dagger out of the dead man's back and made a long cut along is abdomen. The man's intestines spilled out, pooling on the floor. They began to writhe with a life of their own. The thing was a blasphemy against nature.

The mass began dragging itself along the floor, and spilled through the crack in the wall out into the alley. A nearby rat began screaming horrifically. The thing reacted immediately, rushing along the ground and forcing its body into the rats mouth. The rat gasped for breath, but choked on the monster. As the twisting thing dissapeared into the body of the rat, the rat collapsed. For a few minutes it did not move, then it twitched several times, jumped up, and scurried into the sewer.

OOC: lol. sorry if its a bit over the top. it seemed like everyone was against the goblins, so I'd like this to occur in one of the human cities (probably pythogria, as he seems to be the only one who actually lives here), if its okay. In any event, if you are wondering where the hell i'm going with this, look at my name. [the rat carries a disease that will turn humans into zombies]

OOC: Awsome. Anyone else?

OOC: i guess ill wait until at least 2 more of you say its cool till I proceed, seeing as it is a little late in the game.

*bumpify*

"I am Julio," replied the man, though he did not expect that to make much impression, "I am leader, of my people."

"Julio, eh?" James said, "My name is James. Keep your eyes open Julio, I have seen many strange things happen in this forest." With that James and the three others rode back to their group.

OOC: I'm fine with the new guy...

Ok, Pyth looks liek he's going to be dodging his "ignore war" fallout. So, Drexel, is it ok if the goblins are charging you?

Ummm... They would at least have to give a siting post first...
Pyth may have just forgotten about the thread. Try TGing him...

OC: lol, that's gonna have to do. I guess ill just RP Ostovits myself. its a city with a decent but not large population, and a rather small army, much of which is deployed on various scouting missions.

Several people gasped as Sevrin, chief advisor to King Ostov III, tripped on his robe and slammed his face into the stone steps leading to Ustovits' throne room. Blood spilled out of his nose onto the floor and onto his ornate robe. He couldn't stop. He fell through the throne room doors and gasped: "Sire, there's some kind of rebellion. A gigantic peasant mob is approaching the royal residence!!"
"What?! You must be mistaken! Ostovits is the most peaceful city of all the greater kingdoms!"
A faded tapestry suddenly emited a unearthly voice somehow both powerful and sickly. "He is not mistaken, king, your people are attacking your palace."
A tall cloaked figure emerged. The advisor Sevrin tried to scream, but found himself frozen.
"Alhazred!" shouted the King, "You were killed! How-"
"Be quiet. Your kingdom is dead, king, and is now my Kingdom."
Alhazred seemed to tremble with anger. Sevrin could feel tortorous horror the king felt, but the man's head suddenly darted around toward the chief advisor. He tried to look away, but his vission seemed to focus of its own volitoin on Alhazred's eyes. Such hatred in those blood-shot monstrosities! Sevrin's brain became hell itself! His whole body felt as if all his blood was boiling. It had to end! He ran wildly toward a wall and slammed his head into it twice, breaking it open the second time. He slid to the floor, dead.
The King couldn't feel his body, his vission narrowed until he could only hear, over and over again:
"Cthulhu fhtagn! The elder gods demand your service."

OOC: I'm not certain of everyone's location, so please correct me. This is meant to be nearby.

In a rural farming settlement, just outside of central West Great Wood:
"What's taking martin? I had better go check on the boy."
The man stepped out of his humble farmhouse.
"What is that stench?" he mumbled to himself. He stumbled through the dark for several minutes. The smell was getting stronger; it was almost unbearable now. He thought he saw the shape of a boy on the ground and ran toward it.
"Oh!" he managed. The boys body was terribly mutilated. Across his bare chest were several deep scratches-what appeared to be claw marks, the end of his left arm was missing entirely. The man, struggling not to vomit, looked around in fear. He discerned several figures in the dark.
"Who are you!? What have you done!?"
They were silent. They began moving slowly toward him. He now noticed many more now. They were everywhere. He heard a scream from the direction of his house, but he could not bring himself to move. He smelled the stench worse than ever; he could not stand to breathe. He felt a hot, moist breath on his back and jerked around in panic. The moon just barely illuminated the source of the stench: a grotesque face; a hidiously mocking grin and wide eyes filled with madness, all topped with a crown. He had a moment to contemplate his life and then the monster's bloody teeth clamped down on his nose, and began to tear away at him.

On the nearby coast a small landing boat came ashore. In it were several men with grey skin and dark armor painted with the emblem of the Eye of Dorae. One man steped out and blew a large twisted horn towards the sea where a fleet of ships sat in wait. While the sound still echoed against the rocks many large landing ships, loaded with esclot warriors, started moving towards the shore. The man with the horn stepped back into his ship, wispering to the man seated next to him.

"And so it begins."

"What exactly is begining sir?" the man inquired.

"The great defense our ancient allies. The Goblin Horde is reforming, and with that so must the Trine Allience be reformed. We will join the Goblins and the Zombies in our mutual defense."

The landing boats came ashore and out marched the terrible and renouned esclot warriors. (http://www.thehorrordome.com/HDSHOPPINGPROPS/MorrisCostumes/VA727MOLTENLG.jpg)

occ: picture them with legs and no horns

occ: Esclot are creatures native to the volcano island of Dorae. Many scientists do not credit them with the title of life form because they do not reproduce but are rather created, like diamonds, by the intense temperature and pressure in the depths of Dorae's volcano, Ignimons. Because they are nitrogen based their intellegence is limited. Esclot are very docile untill ordered by their masters the Doraens. They feed off the nitrogen in the ashes of other life and to a lesser extent the nirogen in the air. Esclot can only be destroyed by removing their iron core or starving them of nitrogen. The iron core is reletively vunerable, only protected by the esclots hard ash like skin and the intense heat of its inards.