GrieveWriter
U-Incorporated 2nd Class Type Unit
"It'll be me!" a voice roared out in the streets of the Staging Cove "I'll be Dome King before any o' you runts!"
Melikhom had just been ascending a rickety stairwell when the voice caught his attention, he looked down to the streets below to see a ganfg of Tournament Regulars jeering and mocking one another. They surrounded a Feasting member who was proudly beating his bloated chest with a gauntlet covered hand.
Melikhom grimaced at the sight, as it had become far too common in the last few months. The Staging Cove had been growing steadily since the Blood Dome had been christened, and so he had been forced to put up with hearing the growing number of hopeful swarmlings chanting day and night about how they'd be the one to gain honor and glory from the dome.
But this Dome King business? Melikhom considered that a step over the line.
"Ignore them." Zolmuk spoke from higher up the stairs "We're almost there."
They were near the rooftop of one of the newer buildings that had been scrapped together in the Cove, yet even further away Melikhom couldn't escape the Dome's obnoxious presence. Despite continuing up the stairs, he couldn't help but snarl every time the yells of the Regulars reached him. By the time they emerged onto the rooftop he was practically gnashing his teeth.
"Silence your fuming, forgeman." Zolmuk turned back to him "I've listened to you complain about that dome for months and even when our recruitment needs are solved you refuse to let it go."
"Because we're gettin' the run-off, boy!" Melikhom gestured around them "Only reason we got any lads is cuz there's too many to fit in that damn dome! We're workin' with sloppy seconds here!"
"Irrelevant." Zolmuk stated, snapping his fingers in front off "The main issue involved with the first step of claiming the forge was numbers, and we have them now. Right as we speak those newly recruited Seekers are heading out to soften it up for the next phase."
"Sharin' recruitment pools with that dome's eatin' through our resources like goddamn candy!" Melikhom pushed forward "The Swarms gotta focus on one or we's gonna buckle, and I sure as hell know which I'd prefer!"
"Exactly why we're here." Zolmuk turned away, walking towards a massive cage that had been constructed on the building's roof.
Standing around the cage's broken door were several Bloodbrood over a stark contrast to the tournament Regulars. Melikhom could identify them easily by the sheer amount of bone decorations and tattoos they wore. Despite many among the Swarms claiming trophies, the Muzzlers of Arach always managed to stand out from their kin.
Most wore masks fashioned from the skulls of beasts, their eyes nothing but glowing dots that tracked Zolmuk and Melikhom as they entered the cage. None had tried to stop them, none had even uttered a word. Instead the distant yells and cranks of machinery were replaced by the creaking of wood and insects chittering.
Inside the cage were numerous trees and cages stuffed with creatures of various sizes. Melikhom recognized some as being from their homeland, while others had been more native to the Cove's territory. Big beasts, little beast, and even one that Melikhom initially mistook for a deformed Bloodbrood at first.
But they moved past them all until they reached a large cauldron of water. It was being suspended from the cage by thick chains that looked ready to snap at any moment, but he and Zolmuk came to a stop before it before the latter reached and knocked a knuckle against it. The reverberating 'Clang' of his gauntlet was followed immediately by the surging of liquids. Water spilt out from the top of the couldron right before a hand whipped out from it.
A half-dressed Bloodbrood pulled himself from the cauldron, one who was easy to identify despite the rather fitting mask he wore.
"You are late." he grunted
"You're half naked." Melikhom snapped before Zolmuk could shove him aside.
"We came to discuss the arrangements for the Fishing Wharf." he stated.
"Wharf, what wharf?" Melikhom asked as he caught himself "Ain't nobody tell me nothing about a wharf."
"I'll admit to sharing some of your concerns, friend." Zolmuk nodded towards the Cauldron "Which is why I took the liberty of opening a dialogue with Shor-Khan here. The Muzzlers have already grown tired of the ground fauna around the Cove, and are eager to test the beasts of its waters."
Melikhom had to shake his head at that, because it was a decent plan in principle. No Bloodbrood in all of the Swarm took hunting as seriously as the Muzzlers. Anything animal related, whether it be slaying or taming, they were usually at the forefront. While Shor-Khan was nowhere near as renown as the Talon, they wouldn't need to drag the Swarmlord to the Staging Cove just to get that particular Swarm engaged. Besides Shor-Khan was already considered by many to have the best chance of succeeding the Talon, that alone made him famous enough to utilize.
There was just one problem.
"How the hell do ya plan on gettin' this lot to do anything?!?" Melikhom demanded "They's sorts don't follow no timetables, no workin' methods."
"The call of the hunt is all that is needed." Shor-Khan leaped down from the cauldron, splattering them both in water as he landed before them "Delight in the spoils we allow you to partake in."
Melikhom wheeled on Zolmunk again, gesturing wildly to Shor-Khan.
"Is this a joke?" he asked "Most o these lot got some o the most ass-backwards rituals in the whole Brood!"
"Well we aren't exactly drowning in options now, are we?" Zolmuk shrugged, causing Melikhom to grind his teeth. He turned and walked back the way they came, snarling even louder than before.
"Sloppy seconds, I tells ya!" he shouted as he shoved aside the already broken door "Sloppy Seconds!"
Melikhom had just been ascending a rickety stairwell when the voice caught his attention, he looked down to the streets below to see a ganfg of Tournament Regulars jeering and mocking one another. They surrounded a Feasting member who was proudly beating his bloated chest with a gauntlet covered hand.
Melikhom grimaced at the sight, as it had become far too common in the last few months. The Staging Cove had been growing steadily since the Blood Dome had been christened, and so he had been forced to put up with hearing the growing number of hopeful swarmlings chanting day and night about how they'd be the one to gain honor and glory from the dome.
But this Dome King business? Melikhom considered that a step over the line.
"Ignore them." Zolmuk spoke from higher up the stairs "We're almost there."
They were near the rooftop of one of the newer buildings that had been scrapped together in the Cove, yet even further away Melikhom couldn't escape the Dome's obnoxious presence. Despite continuing up the stairs, he couldn't help but snarl every time the yells of the Regulars reached him. By the time they emerged onto the rooftop he was practically gnashing his teeth.
"Silence your fuming, forgeman." Zolmuk turned back to him "I've listened to you complain about that dome for months and even when our recruitment needs are solved you refuse to let it go."
"Because we're gettin' the run-off, boy!" Melikhom gestured around them "Only reason we got any lads is cuz there's too many to fit in that damn dome! We're workin' with sloppy seconds here!"
"Irrelevant." Zolmuk stated, snapping his fingers in front off "The main issue involved with the first step of claiming the forge was numbers, and we have them now. Right as we speak those newly recruited Seekers are heading out to soften it up for the next phase."
"Sharin' recruitment pools with that dome's eatin' through our resources like goddamn candy!" Melikhom pushed forward "The Swarms gotta focus on one or we's gonna buckle, and I sure as hell know which I'd prefer!"
"Exactly why we're here." Zolmuk turned away, walking towards a massive cage that had been constructed on the building's roof.
Standing around the cage's broken door were several Bloodbrood over a stark contrast to the tournament Regulars. Melikhom could identify them easily by the sheer amount of bone decorations and tattoos they wore. Despite many among the Swarms claiming trophies, the Muzzlers of Arach always managed to stand out from their kin.
Most wore masks fashioned from the skulls of beasts, their eyes nothing but glowing dots that tracked Zolmuk and Melikhom as they entered the cage. None had tried to stop them, none had even uttered a word. Instead the distant yells and cranks of machinery were replaced by the creaking of wood and insects chittering.
Inside the cage were numerous trees and cages stuffed with creatures of various sizes. Melikhom recognized some as being from their homeland, while others had been more native to the Cove's territory. Big beasts, little beast, and even one that Melikhom initially mistook for a deformed Bloodbrood at first.
But they moved past them all until they reached a large cauldron of water. It was being suspended from the cage by thick chains that looked ready to snap at any moment, but he and Zolmuk came to a stop before it before the latter reached and knocked a knuckle against it. The reverberating 'Clang' of his gauntlet was followed immediately by the surging of liquids. Water spilt out from the top of the couldron right before a hand whipped out from it.
A half-dressed Bloodbrood pulled himself from the cauldron, one who was easy to identify despite the rather fitting mask he wore.
"You are late." he grunted
"You're half naked." Melikhom snapped before Zolmuk could shove him aside.
"We came to discuss the arrangements for the Fishing Wharf." he stated.
"Wharf, what wharf?" Melikhom asked as he caught himself "Ain't nobody tell me nothing about a wharf."
"I'll admit to sharing some of your concerns, friend." Zolmuk nodded towards the Cauldron "Which is why I took the liberty of opening a dialogue with Shor-Khan here. The Muzzlers have already grown tired of the ground fauna around the Cove, and are eager to test the beasts of its waters."
Melikhom had to shake his head at that, because it was a decent plan in principle. No Bloodbrood in all of the Swarm took hunting as seriously as the Muzzlers. Anything animal related, whether it be slaying or taming, they were usually at the forefront. While Shor-Khan was nowhere near as renown as the Talon, they wouldn't need to drag the Swarmlord to the Staging Cove just to get that particular Swarm engaged. Besides Shor-Khan was already considered by many to have the best chance of succeeding the Talon, that alone made him famous enough to utilize.
There was just one problem.
"How the hell do ya plan on gettin' this lot to do anything?!?" Melikhom demanded "They's sorts don't follow no timetables, no workin' methods."
"The call of the hunt is all that is needed." Shor-Khan leaped down from the cauldron, splattering them both in water as he landed before them "Delight in the spoils we allow you to partake in."
Melikhom wheeled on Zolmunk again, gesturing wildly to Shor-Khan.
"Is this a joke?" he asked "Most o these lot got some o the most ass-backwards rituals in the whole Brood!"
"Well we aren't exactly drowning in options now, are we?" Zolmuk shrugged, causing Melikhom to grind his teeth. He turned and walked back the way they came, snarling even louder than before.
"Sloppy seconds, I tells ya!" he shouted as he shoved aside the already broken door "Sloppy Seconds!"
Nation
Burkhenyard lvl 2
Flesh Field Slaughterhouse
2 Tournament Regulars
Adonis
Staging Cove lvl 2
The Last Mushroom Lord
1 Scuttle Bugs
Free Actions
1 Tournament Regulars moves from Burkhenyard to Staging Cove
1 Tournament Regulars enters the Blood Dome Arena
2 of the newly recruited Slaughter Seekers leave Staging Cove and move directly west one tile before Exploring
Paid Actions
1. Recruit 2 Slaughter Seekers for Staging Cove
2. Recruit 2 Slaughter Seekers for Staging Cove
3. Build Fisher's Wharf in Staging Cove- The forces needed for the Kiln will need more food than the Cove can currently provide. We must hunt the creatures of the water with more efficiency if we are to fuel the growing war machine.
Resources: 111
Gain+55
Expenses
-60
Remaining Resources: 106
Burkhenyard lvl 2
Flesh Field Slaughterhouse
2 Tournament Regulars
Adonis
Staging Cove lvl 2
The Blood Dome Arena is an amazingly deadly place. But through the crucible come greatness. It is a place where mighty weapons are forged through the individuals that go through its hardships. But one wrong step and they will find themselves impaled on another’s weapons. Can place a unit in the Arena. Roll a d10. On a 1, they die. ON a 10, they are promoted to a Hero unit( If hero limit is maxed out, design a free template and that unit is upgraded to that template for free.) Every turn that the unit either doesn’t kill or upgrade a unit, gets a +1 on the roll(Nat 1s will still cause the unit to die however)
1 Scuttle Bugs
Free Actions
1 Tournament Regulars moves from Burkhenyard to Staging Cove
1 Tournament Regulars enters the Blood Dome Arena
2 of the newly recruited Slaughter Seekers leave Staging Cove and move directly west one tile before Exploring
Paid Actions
1. Recruit 2 Slaughter Seekers for Staging Cove
2. Recruit 2 Slaughter Seekers for Staging Cove
3. Build Fisher's Wharf in Staging Cove- The forces needed for the Kiln will need more food than the Cove can currently provide. We must hunt the creatures of the water with more efficiency if we are to fuel the growing war machine.
Resources: 111
Gain+55
Expenses
-60
Remaining Resources: 106
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