Levanius Curio
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Post by Levanius Curio on Mar 7, 2016 9:07:12 GMT -8
"Well... it is my understanding that you require use of an extensive mining complex that digs deep enough into the earth... and that this will benefit us as you will provide us with that which you find that isn't what you seek," he said. "So what we'd like to see is this in action... we've cleared the deepest tunnel for you to begin, we just ask you steer clear of the operations going on elsewhere."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 13:49:43 GMT -8
( Goraia ) A sinister chuckle emitted from Thrashnald, looking to him with a plan to awe such a businessman. "I'm sure you would enjoy a small show, then, if you wish for demonstration." Walking towards the face of the cave, he spoke aloud with his voice booming. "Which ore do you wish for most!? Gold? Silver!?" With that, his hands glowed a green color, the markings upon his body glowing now in green, but black smoke rising from them as well. Lowering himself to a stance, a ritual-like formation of his hands emitted, dancing the small glowing cubes floating at his palms around. It seemed like quite a few minutes, at least eight, before Thrashnald soot as tall as his body could let him, stretching his arms to the sky, eyes glowing green as a mighty right foot stepped backwards, the arms stretching out behind him, making a 90 degree angle with the rest of his body. At first, it seemed like nothing was going on. Of course, until one would look at the floor of the mouth of the cave. Puddles of grey? At this point, now flowing out, was this strange grey fluid, rushing out to hide any activity going on inside the cave. To them, it seemed as if everything was melting, however, only a tunnel from the entrance was being dug downwards, the fluid happening to in fact be stone, in some strange, altered formation. It was not molten lava, nor was it dust, but a fluid-like formation of the stone. Pouring out was the last bit, travelling all the way to circle around this, Levanius Curio. As if to scare him, Thrashnald turned his body to face the male, spreading his arms apart and raising them upwards together, his thumbs nudged against one another as all the stone was soon raised into the sky, levitating now!! A sinister grin grew upon Thrashnald, who violently struck his left fist into the ground, the cube growing to be covering his fist rather than floating above. From there, came the formation, the stone organizing itself to form ratherly half of a small fort, then came down Thrashnald's left hand to mimic the reflected piece, a small entryway for Levanius Curio to walk out of. Remaining along the grass lands (But not for long, as with a simple look towards the ogres they began sprinting about picking up all of them) jewels and ores and oddities were seen glistening and strewn about from the raw stone that was plucked. Entering the tunnel one would see a mighty stairway heading downwards, a couple hundred steps to be closer to exact, before the tunnel continued further, completely perfected stonework and without a flaw. T'was the beauty of magic in action, after all. Turning around to stare to Levanius Curio, Thrashnald's green glowing faded, and his evil eyes returned to their natural color once more, waiting for a response.
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Levanius Curio
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 47
Registered: Mar 13, 2015 16:50:16 GMT -8
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Post by Levanius Curio on Mar 8, 2016 9:26:29 GMT -8
"A most excellent presentation," he said, giving a proper gentlemanly bow. He truly found it a magical masterwork. The amount of power that had been reserved for such a spell must have been tremendous.
"How far down does it go?"
A smile beamed from his face. What an incredible sight to behold!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 14:09:28 GMT -8
"Far enough." Thrashnald responded, a strong statement of his need for respect for privacy in his words as he swirled his blade in his hand, which let out a muffled roar, sending chills down the nearby ogres which followed like a chain reaction to all the others, leaving Levanius be, however, as he's never seen the blade's power. So from there the pile of various treasures was left on the grass, and the ogres emitted a single line into the cave's mouth, marching down the steps with Thrashnald. From there, pickaxes made from magic some wielded, others whips to force the others to work harder, even when they were trying their best. Others had used either giant chunks of rock or pieces of iron ore from the treasures they'd give later to smash open the tunnels to continue their mining. Thrashnald, however, walked further down the tunnel, spawning with a portal a strange necromancy table, decked out with many strange symbols. The blade was stabbed cleanly into the skull above, his hands lowering to the table to focus for many, many moments. Opening his eyes once more he chuckled evilly, growing in a more insane manner to find the right pitch he'd accept to close the laugh. Yanking his sword from the podium he turned around. "I shall return!!! More back to your work!!!" He shouted out with a crazed second laugh, slicing into the air as he marched into the portal as whips cracked and rocks exploded.. After what seemed like an entire day to the ogres (which really was only 6 hours) the portal came back once more, with Thrashnald slamming to the ground, roaring in agony, pain, annoyance, and near-death. A massive spear was in his shoulder, which he yanked out. A handful of ogres dashed towards him, the others looking around with fear. "RAAAHHHGHHH!!!" He roared in anger, his sword slicing the nearby ogre's body in half at an upwards diagonal formation to the left of him, the body flying against the wall as he hurled his sword at another, sticking him to the wall. Without hesitation, the hungry ogres devoured their fallen brothers as the more intelligent ones continued to hobble around the storming Thrashnald, kicking into the wall to make rock shatter, roaring again violently as he continuously bashed his fist into the arm of the nearby ogre, who willingly supported himself to take the beating. "RRAAGHH!!!" He roared one last time, panting heavily with a mighty rage, looking down to his hands as purple and black ooze poured from his right-sided chest. He paused for a moment, cupping under the wound and filling his hand with the falling goop, smearing it over to the table he walked to as the symbols began to glow. ".....get me the crystals.." He commanded, looking back to the ogres. "NOW!!!!" He roared in anger, which they sprinted off to find them among the ogres, killing the one so addicted to the gems with ease as they sprinted back to Thrashnald, who stood there forever with the pouch in his right hand, wrist bent as his arm hung there, turning it to face away from him as he stared at the symbols for quite some time. He had some planning to do.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 13:55:42 GMT -8
From there, there was no time.
Thrashnald was staggering back, the ogres at his sides letting him lay upon them. His eyes glowed with pink. Visions, visions of the nation, something he could take. A vision of it, of the land, the forsaken, ancient land.
"....Mathladeem..."
With this, the necromancer ordered the ogres in his tongue and came out many piles of the ores. From there, the necromancer summoned a skeleton horse, riding off as the spoils were brought out with a nice presentation for the collectors to take. As for Thrashnald, he was done, and must leave in urgence. A small letter was held with one of the ogres, of his leave. It was time for him to claim a nation for himself.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on Oct 25, 2016 17:28:14 GMT -8
The Sixth Squad of the 1st Company of the Isran Dawn Riders would circle overhead of the quarry and gem mine. They did not anticipate being able to cause much damage to the mine, but the quarry was an easy, open target depending on its guard. The Riders would circle a few times to get the lay of the land beneath them before any attempt at landing would be made.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Oct 26, 2016 8:32:38 GMT -8
The quarry was mostly civilian workers. A tiny guard force existed, though there was no military deployment. Some parts of it lay abandoned, though it was certainly active.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on Oct 26, 2016 10:23:56 GMT -8
The Dawn Riders would swiftly launch their attack on the relatively unguarded quarry and its tiny garrison. They would endeavor to leave the civilians alone as they swooped low to loose arrows at the Quarry guards. They would fly in seemingly random patterns, coming at the quarry from several angles to maximize confusion.
(OOC:About 100pts of Dawn Riders attacking.)
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Oct 28, 2016 11:31:30 GMT -8
"We're under attack!"
While not quite a panic, some manner of chaotic response ensued. The troops had only just been warned of war on the horizon, and were not expecting to be attacked here, from the sky, so far into the heartland. However, there were many places to take cover, particularly beneath the earth. Bells began to ring down below. One battlemage was on site, and began to prepare whatever response they had. A couple guards had been taken by surprise, being struck with arrows that happened to stick into lethal targets. There were far more civilians than guards, though the effort to fight back and the number of civilians that might take rudimentary arms against the attackers was very minuscule. For now, outnumbered but very well defended, the people would hide behind cover.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on Oct 30, 2016 7:40:25 GMT -8
The Dawn Riders would be content to ignore those who weren't fighting back, though a pair of them would keep an eye out for any potential magic users. Half the squad would focus on dumping a decent amount of oil and pitch on the equipment, and starting to light it so as to destroy the equipment. The remaining three Riders would keep the defenders busy by throwing javelins and shooting arrows at them.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Nov 13, 2016 10:26:48 GMT -8
Here, the Dawn Riders would find some success in destroying Goraian infrastructure, for while the people could easily hide, they were largely unequipped and inadequately armed to fight back. While the mines themselves remained untouched, the above-ground services would be rendered inert, reducing the overall output from this location.
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Post by The Free States of Isra on Nov 14, 2016 5:31:10 GMT -8
The squad, satisfied with their destruction and not possessing the means to wreck the quarry or the mines, left as soon as their destruction was complete, headed back to where their Legion was marshaling on the Northern Border.
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