Post by Vash the Black on May 15, 2019 17:35:27 GMT -8
Fort Justice: Once an isolated, abandoned fort home only to a slaver and his small retinue of villainous beasts. Now, however, things had begun to change. Flush with success at their newest raids Fort Justice had evolved. Where a dragon's bounty of gold and jewels, women and grog straight from the bosom of the Imperial Capital flowed, success was sure to follow. Vash the Black's leadership style was brutal, yet effective. Master of the Phoenix, Outwitter of Dragons, Decimator of Dukes. He'd even had the funds to hire someone to make him all those titles, and yell them whenever he was announced somewhere. He'd seen other folks do that, after all, and there was nothing he liked hearing more than about himself.
Now so many Hobgoblins had flocked to him that an isolated band of marauders had become a true terror. Now among him were well over 100 hobgoblins, lining the newly-fortified walls of the once-crumbling Fort. Tents were set up in the courtyard, some even pitched outside the walls. In caves not far, spiders were being cultivated and trained by the Spider Masters, molded to replace their fallen brethren and become effective mounts and weapons. New balistaes lined the wall, with two on either side of the front gate, one more on each other wall. Although it had hardly become a more beautiful or hospitable structure, Fort Justice had begun to capture some of its pre-Cataclysm grandeur. Now occupied, however, by wicked caricatures of its former occupants. Vash the Black had a pleasant degree of luck, he found, and beneath the fort were enough cells to comfortably keep most of his highly prized slaves, which others in iron cages just within the walls. Others, however, were cutting down trees just outside the walls, clearing space for more tents and gathering lumber to stack outside the gates, one could only imagine what was going through the gnoll's head.
Now so many Hobgoblins had flocked to him that an isolated band of marauders had become a true terror. Now among him were well over 100 hobgoblins, lining the newly-fortified walls of the once-crumbling Fort. Tents were set up in the courtyard, some even pitched outside the walls. In caves not far, spiders were being cultivated and trained by the Spider Masters, molded to replace their fallen brethren and become effective mounts and weapons. New balistaes lined the wall, with two on either side of the front gate, one more on each other wall. Although it had hardly become a more beautiful or hospitable structure, Fort Justice had begun to capture some of its pre-Cataclysm grandeur. Now occupied, however, by wicked caricatures of its former occupants. Vash the Black had a pleasant degree of luck, he found, and beneath the fort were enough cells to comfortably keep most of his highly prized slaves, which others in iron cages just within the walls. Others, however, were cutting down trees just outside the walls, clearing space for more tents and gathering lumber to stack outside the gates, one could only imagine what was going through the gnoll's head.