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U-Incorporated 2nd Class Type Unit
There were many species of plantfolk living in the Ru-Ten, it was the reason they took the label of amalgam after all. Some were more like their forebears than others, needing to actually bury their young in order for them to develop into functioning beings. For Gurok, his particular peoples didn't have this problem.
He was a member of the Thalidean people, who were born as podlings that just needed relative warmth in order to eventually hatch. Their pods were strong, but easy pickings to powerful predators. What didn't help was the pheromones that they secreted in order to be easily identifiable to their mothers. The very same pheromones' seemed to drive larger animals into a hungry frenzy, and drew dangers that their ancestors probably had more trouble with then they ever would.
Those dangers were the greatest threat back when they were just starting to leave the soil, and resided in huts and caves whilst battling wildlife with clubs and wooden spears. Now their homes were sturdy, those guarding their homes were trained, and all a proper Thalidean family needed was a warm place to tuck the podlings until the day they hatched. But apparently even that wasn't enough protection.
For somehow a single Ru-Ten had managed to sneak into the residence of Gurok's kin, and nearly ended his grandchild before they even managed to hatch. Some say the Guards found Qun-Saw right as he was nearing the podling's pile of sheets and fabrics. Though he'd been caught and his punishment carried out, Gurok still found himself thinking on how close his family was to losing a piece of their legacy. Did that speak more on the capability of the murderer, or the inefficiency of those guarding his home?
As he watched the remains of what had once been Qun-Saw stumbling around from one Buried Palm monk to another, that was the major thought on his mind.
Tal-Run labeled it a Serf, a term used by old lords from ages past, and if she was to be believed the Sirewood himself was the one operating the body. The Monks kept requesting it try different methods of walking around the courtyard they were in, as the body seemed ill-suited for the Sirewood Vines pulsing under its green flesh. Given the proposed usage of the Serfs, its mobility needed correction before they could seek mass production.
With how big and diverse the Amalgam was, they'd always had a large criminal element. Through recognition of the three Strengths, this constant of life was used by generals like Gurok to challenge and improve the guards of their towns and homesteads. But criminals who failed to impress and keep ahead had always presented a problem, as many times they were unfit for forced servitude. They were often the ones ill-suited for their own endeavors after all.
Gurok had initially figured throwing them into the Oaken League would at least be able to provide the people some extra entertainment in-between contest of Body, but Pagon had soon come with the idea of simply selling them abroad. The Takrian refugees had spoken of how the Mesanians enslaved many who resisted them, and that had given the merchant ideas of just how they could price the various criminals captured in their borders. He said it would dissuade further crime if forced servitude to foreign powers was implemented, but Gurok had doubts such a deterrent would do much.
But then Tal-Run had bore witness to a Sirewood Beast being created by their liege himself, and the experience led to her coming up with the idea of the Serfs. Why waste valuable bodies by selling them or just killing them? They should be able to continue serving the Amalgam in one way or another. Where Gurok had seen it as worth investigating, his doubts towards such a thing were not hidden.
The Sirewood Beasts were natural monsters whose bodies were suitable for infestation, as their ancestors had once been controlled by the Greatwood itself. Never in history has something like the Serfs been recorded, so doubt over the functionality had always been present.
And as he watched the Buried Palm attempt to instruct the Serf on how to move, he found those old doubts returning.
"It doesn't come naturally." Tal-Run's voice dragged Gurok's gaze to the side, watching as she plopped down beside him whilst watching the proceedings "Our liege hasn't had to utilize a body like this before, but we feel as though just a little bit of practice is all that's required."
"Hmph," Gurok lowered his gaze "It was said these Serfs would make good living shields for our forces, troops sent forward to die and soften the enemy for the true attack. This creature looks far from a proper soldier."
"Like I said, just a little practice." Tal-Run patted him on the shoulder "Though I'd love to speak on the others we've lined up for infesting, my thoughts trail to our dear friend Pagon."
"Would've expected him to be here checking in on how his missed opportunity turned out." Gurok admitted before glancing at her "But aren't you two companions? I'd expect you to know more of her his current state than I."
"You know he's been trying to get into your good graces," Tal-Run leaned back "sharing trips to the Oaken League, feigning sympathy for the near disaster that Qun-Saw scenario could've been for you-"
"That still does not mean I'm to keep track of him. Why are you even curious?" Gurok shook his head
"Because the Deadlock has become more grating than suspenseful for me."
That got Gurok's attention, as he was mostly able to forget about the Deadlock in recent days. The news of it had drummed up curiosity for some time, but as the Triumvirate dragged their feet many eyes turned to more exciting happenings. With Pagon still unwilling to side with either for or against joining the Western alliance, there wasn't much in the way of progress in recent months.
And Gurok was perfectly fine with that.
It was a tactic many of the former Triumvirates had used consistently on matters they rather avoid, a deadlock in their decision-making effectively put it on hold so they could focus on other matters. As long as new events and progress were made, it was easy to let deadlock arguments slip from the mindsets of the masses. It was a tried and true method, and since Pagon didn't seem willing to budge on such a risky decision either way, Gurok had been prepared to play the long game in this particular matter.
"You mean to end it then?" he asked with doubt in his tone
"I've held many a good chats with Pagon, and know for a fact he'll remain unbending in this until we provide a scenario that vastly outweighs the alternatives." she shook her head "But what he considers a superior choice will probably fail to mesh with ours."
"So should you not be attempting to sweet-talk him?" Gurok scratched at his head "He's not a stubborn as I, surely you could-"
"Not in this matter, there's too much wealth on the line." Tal-Run stated "The resources for research are one thing, but what the alliance requires for membership would have to be either martial force or funding, as our bank of knowledge would only last so long in proving sufficient even if they did accept that in exchange."
"Then the Deadlock remains."
"Not if I can convince you otherwise."
At first Gurok had figured that Tal-Run was joking, he'd made his opposition to joining clear from the start. The Amalgam had done best without needing to interfere in another land's squabbles, and would do well not to become dependent on some petty alliance with those across the way. From what bits of info they received, the conflict over there was fierce, something they'd been spared of due to their considerable distance from the primary borders.
Gurok was fully aware of how much he might stonewall certain ideas that threatened the Amalgam, but he'd always seen such acts as necessary when considering the danger they may face. He was certain that moment the Eastern powers caught wind of them joining the west, they'd be quick to besiege their lands in order to clear their flank. It was what he would do if he heard such things, surely Tal-Run wasn't so caught up the ideas of what knowledge the West could offer that she'd think could convince him to risk such a thing.
Yet when he looked into her yellowish eyes, he found no sign that she was joking. And so he hardened his gaze in response.
"No." he stated clearly
"But our position is prime," she said quickly "whether they know it or not, we a re directly out of the way of the west's enemies."
"Don't you travel this path of thought, Tal." Gurok said carefully
"We hold the bargaining power, General." she insisted "Just think about how quickly western allies could encircle enemies if they were supplied a route through our territories. You've seen the maps, they would be foolish not to pounce at such an opportunity!"
"So you're alternative to offering scores of soldiers or funding, is to seduce the western powers with marching lanes?" Gurok shook his head "Even if that were true, it still does not change the fact that they'd need tremendous speed to outmaneuver the east before we end up taking the brunt of their vengeance. I refuse to get our people caught up in these foreign wars, and I'd hoped a scholar like yourself would focus more on the pursuit than proposing matters of martial allegiance."
But as he stood up, she stood as well.
"What of matters such as an assured position of superiority?" She asked " You yourself should know how difficult fighting on multiple fronts is, General! If we play the keystone in assuring their enemies' defeat, then-"
"I've heard enough of this," Gurok walked away "offer your suppositions to Pagon if you truly wish to break the Deadlock."
"The longer this takes the more bargaining power we lose, Gurok!" Tal-Run called after him "I will help you recognize that!"
He was a member of the Thalidean people, who were born as podlings that just needed relative warmth in order to eventually hatch. Their pods were strong, but easy pickings to powerful predators. What didn't help was the pheromones that they secreted in order to be easily identifiable to their mothers. The very same pheromones' seemed to drive larger animals into a hungry frenzy, and drew dangers that their ancestors probably had more trouble with then they ever would.
Those dangers were the greatest threat back when they were just starting to leave the soil, and resided in huts and caves whilst battling wildlife with clubs and wooden spears. Now their homes were sturdy, those guarding their homes were trained, and all a proper Thalidean family needed was a warm place to tuck the podlings until the day they hatched. But apparently even that wasn't enough protection.
For somehow a single Ru-Ten had managed to sneak into the residence of Gurok's kin, and nearly ended his grandchild before they even managed to hatch. Some say the Guards found Qun-Saw right as he was nearing the podling's pile of sheets and fabrics. Though he'd been caught and his punishment carried out, Gurok still found himself thinking on how close his family was to losing a piece of their legacy. Did that speak more on the capability of the murderer, or the inefficiency of those guarding his home?
As he watched the remains of what had once been Qun-Saw stumbling around from one Buried Palm monk to another, that was the major thought on his mind.
Tal-Run labeled it a Serf, a term used by old lords from ages past, and if she was to be believed the Sirewood himself was the one operating the body. The Monks kept requesting it try different methods of walking around the courtyard they were in, as the body seemed ill-suited for the Sirewood Vines pulsing under its green flesh. Given the proposed usage of the Serfs, its mobility needed correction before they could seek mass production.
With how big and diverse the Amalgam was, they'd always had a large criminal element. Through recognition of the three Strengths, this constant of life was used by generals like Gurok to challenge and improve the guards of their towns and homesteads. But criminals who failed to impress and keep ahead had always presented a problem, as many times they were unfit for forced servitude. They were often the ones ill-suited for their own endeavors after all.
Gurok had initially figured throwing them into the Oaken League would at least be able to provide the people some extra entertainment in-between contest of Body, but Pagon had soon come with the idea of simply selling them abroad. The Takrian refugees had spoken of how the Mesanians enslaved many who resisted them, and that had given the merchant ideas of just how they could price the various criminals captured in their borders. He said it would dissuade further crime if forced servitude to foreign powers was implemented, but Gurok had doubts such a deterrent would do much.
But then Tal-Run had bore witness to a Sirewood Beast being created by their liege himself, and the experience led to her coming up with the idea of the Serfs. Why waste valuable bodies by selling them or just killing them? They should be able to continue serving the Amalgam in one way or another. Where Gurok had seen it as worth investigating, his doubts towards such a thing were not hidden.
The Sirewood Beasts were natural monsters whose bodies were suitable for infestation, as their ancestors had once been controlled by the Greatwood itself. Never in history has something like the Serfs been recorded, so doubt over the functionality had always been present.
And as he watched the Buried Palm attempt to instruct the Serf on how to move, he found those old doubts returning.
"It doesn't come naturally." Tal-Run's voice dragged Gurok's gaze to the side, watching as she plopped down beside him whilst watching the proceedings "Our liege hasn't had to utilize a body like this before, but we feel as though just a little bit of practice is all that's required."
"Hmph," Gurok lowered his gaze "It was said these Serfs would make good living shields for our forces, troops sent forward to die and soften the enemy for the true attack. This creature looks far from a proper soldier."
"Like I said, just a little practice." Tal-Run patted him on the shoulder "Though I'd love to speak on the others we've lined up for infesting, my thoughts trail to our dear friend Pagon."
"Would've expected him to be here checking in on how his missed opportunity turned out." Gurok admitted before glancing at her "But aren't you two companions? I'd expect you to know more of her his current state than I."
"You know he's been trying to get into your good graces," Tal-Run leaned back "sharing trips to the Oaken League, feigning sympathy for the near disaster that Qun-Saw scenario could've been for you-"
"That still does not mean I'm to keep track of him. Why are you even curious?" Gurok shook his head
"Because the Deadlock has become more grating than suspenseful for me."
That got Gurok's attention, as he was mostly able to forget about the Deadlock in recent days. The news of it had drummed up curiosity for some time, but as the Triumvirate dragged their feet many eyes turned to more exciting happenings. With Pagon still unwilling to side with either for or against joining the Western alliance, there wasn't much in the way of progress in recent months.
And Gurok was perfectly fine with that.
It was a tactic many of the former Triumvirates had used consistently on matters they rather avoid, a deadlock in their decision-making effectively put it on hold so they could focus on other matters. As long as new events and progress were made, it was easy to let deadlock arguments slip from the mindsets of the masses. It was a tried and true method, and since Pagon didn't seem willing to budge on such a risky decision either way, Gurok had been prepared to play the long game in this particular matter.
"You mean to end it then?" he asked with doubt in his tone
"I've held many a good chats with Pagon, and know for a fact he'll remain unbending in this until we provide a scenario that vastly outweighs the alternatives." she shook her head "But what he considers a superior choice will probably fail to mesh with ours."
"So should you not be attempting to sweet-talk him?" Gurok scratched at his head "He's not a stubborn as I, surely you could-"
"Not in this matter, there's too much wealth on the line." Tal-Run stated "The resources for research are one thing, but what the alliance requires for membership would have to be either martial force or funding, as our bank of knowledge would only last so long in proving sufficient even if they did accept that in exchange."
"Then the Deadlock remains."
"Not if I can convince you otherwise."
At first Gurok had figured that Tal-Run was joking, he'd made his opposition to joining clear from the start. The Amalgam had done best without needing to interfere in another land's squabbles, and would do well not to become dependent on some petty alliance with those across the way. From what bits of info they received, the conflict over there was fierce, something they'd been spared of due to their considerable distance from the primary borders.
Gurok was fully aware of how much he might stonewall certain ideas that threatened the Amalgam, but he'd always seen such acts as necessary when considering the danger they may face. He was certain that moment the Eastern powers caught wind of them joining the west, they'd be quick to besiege their lands in order to clear their flank. It was what he would do if he heard such things, surely Tal-Run wasn't so caught up the ideas of what knowledge the West could offer that she'd think could convince him to risk such a thing.
Yet when he looked into her yellowish eyes, he found no sign that she was joking. And so he hardened his gaze in response.
"No." he stated clearly
"But our position is prime," she said quickly "whether they know it or not, we a re directly out of the way of the west's enemies."
"Don't you travel this path of thought, Tal." Gurok said carefully
"We hold the bargaining power, General." she insisted "Just think about how quickly western allies could encircle enemies if they were supplied a route through our territories. You've seen the maps, they would be foolish not to pounce at such an opportunity!"
"So you're alternative to offering scores of soldiers or funding, is to seduce the western powers with marching lanes?" Gurok shook his head "Even if that were true, it still does not change the fact that they'd need tremendous speed to outmaneuver the east before we end up taking the brunt of their vengeance. I refuse to get our people caught up in these foreign wars, and I'd hoped a scholar like yourself would focus more on the pursuit than proposing matters of martial allegiance."
But as he stood up, she stood as well.
"What of matters such as an assured position of superiority?" She asked " You yourself should know how difficult fighting on multiple fronts is, General! If we play the keystone in assuring their enemies' defeat, then-"
"I've heard enough of this," Gurok walked away "offer your suppositions to Pagon if you truly wish to break the Deadlock."
"The longer this takes the more bargaining power we lose, Gurok!" Tal-Run called after him "I will help you recognize that!"
Settlements
Yomus: Capital +4 Resources +2 Population
Vineyar: Standard Settlement +3 Resources +2 Population
Gerudo Valley: Farming Settlement: +5 Resources
Rootlane: Standard Settlement +3 Resources +2 Population
Policies and Advancements
Recycling - Nothing is allowed to go to waste, anything from corpses to destroyed ruins are bounties of resources in the eyes of the Ru-Ten
Sirewood Defenses- Through use of the Vines assisting in the defense of all settlements, they gain 0/+2 except under the attack of The Flame. (Advancement lvl 1)
Photosynthesis Exploitation- The Capital gains an extra +1 Resources (Advancement lvl 3)
Streamlined Bentvine Training- For every Bentvine recruited, another can be recruited for no turn cost at an additional 50% resource cost. (Advancement lvl 1)
The Oaken League- A series of Gladiatorial Arenas set up across the Amalgam Settlements
Sirewood Serfs- Using Population, the Amalgam may construct Sirewood Serfs out of criminals. (Advancement lvl 1)
Units
Yomus Garrison: The Seventh Sire, 5 Bentvine Skirmisher, 2 Sirewood Beast
Vineyar Garrison-5 Bentvine Skirmisher, Veximus Triumphus the First, Galixo Prime
Gerudo Valley Garrison: Veximus Triumphus the First, 1 Sirewood Beast, 5 Bentvine Skirmisher
Rootlane Garrison: 1 Gnarlroot Brawler, 4 Bentvine Skirmishers
Yomus: Capital +4 Resources +2 Population
Vineyar: Standard Settlement +3 Resources +2 Population
Gerudo Valley: Farming Settlement: +5 Resources
Rootlane: Standard Settlement +3 Resources +2 Population
Policies and Advancements
Recycling - Nothing is allowed to go to waste, anything from corpses to destroyed ruins are bounties of resources in the eyes of the Ru-Ten
Sirewood Defenses- Through use of the Vines assisting in the defense of all settlements, they gain 0/+2 except under the attack of The Flame. (Advancement lvl 1)
Photosynthesis Exploitation- The Capital gains an extra +1 Resources (Advancement lvl 3)
Streamlined Bentvine Training- For every Bentvine recruited, another can be recruited for no turn cost at an additional 50% resource cost. (Advancement lvl 1)
The Oaken League- A series of Gladiatorial Arenas set up across the Amalgam Settlements
Sirewood Serfs- Using Population, the Amalgam may construct Sirewood Serfs out of criminals. (Advancement lvl 1)
Units
Yomus Garrison: The Seventh Sire, 5 Bentvine Skirmisher, 2 Sirewood Beast
Vineyar Garrison-5 Bentvine Skirmisher, Veximus Triumphus the First, Galixo Prime
Gerudo Valley Garrison: Veximus Triumphus the First, 1 Sirewood Beast, 5 Bentvine Skirmisher
Rootlane Garrison: 1 Gnarlroot Brawler, 4 Bentvine Skirmishers
Movement
(N/A)
Actions
1. (Advancement) Streamlined Bentvine Training lvl 2
2. Upgrade Yomus (Capital)
3. Upgrade Vineyar (Standard)
Action 3:
Free Actions
Exploration on Rootlane tile
Resource Transactions
Balance: 65
+Income:
(Yomus 4) (Vineyar 3) (Gerudo Valley 5) (Rootlane 3) 15
-Expense:
Advancement: Streamlined Bentvine Training lvl 2 (6- [Strength of Mind 1 + Advanced Knowledge 2]) 3
Upgrade Yomus to lvl 2 (Capital) -5 Resources Turn 1 of 3
Upgrade Vineyar to lvl 2 (Standard) -5 Resources turn 1 of 3
New Resource Balance: 67
(N/A)
Actions
1. (Advancement) Streamlined Bentvine Training lvl 2
2. Upgrade Yomus (Capital)
3. Upgrade Vineyar (Standard)
Action 3:
Free Actions
Exploration on Rootlane tile
Resource Transactions
Balance: 65
+Income:
(Yomus 4) (Vineyar 3) (Gerudo Valley 5) (Rootlane 3) 15
-Expense:
Advancement: Streamlined Bentvine Training lvl 2 (6- [Strength of Mind 1 + Advanced Knowledge 2]) 3
Upgrade Yomus to lvl 2 (Capital) -5 Resources Turn 1 of 3
Upgrade Vineyar to lvl 2 (Standard) -5 Resources turn 1 of 3
New Resource Balance: 67