The Four Kings of Old
Tolion of Air
Herium of Earth
Entrius of Fire
Moghel of Water
Four who sealed the gates
Four who still remain
Their treasures great
Their perils greater
-“The Legend of the Four Kings” translated from its native tongue
There exists rumors of a great treasure pieced together by the Four Great Kings of a long forgotten civilization. Until recently it has been viewed merely as legend. However if rumors are to be believed than any who claimed this treasure would be rich for eternity![/i]
Outcasts of Wyrm: [Exiled King Greatwyrmgold]
Defeat. Utter defeat at the hands of lesser armies. Upon his return Lord Wyrm expected to be ridiculed. What he did not expect was to be met with a score of knights led by the Golden Council. They minced no words about his banishment. Citing his focus on fables and legends as ample reason. They then looked at Sire Draconos. When questioned about his companions Sire Draconos stated they had all died. A large angry murmer went through the assembled knights. The King knew that he could never take power again while these nobles still drew breath. As he tread forward with only Sire Draconos and a troll named Tol-ruk by his side. He knew what he needed. An army. For that he needed funds. Luckily he knew just where to get them.
Warrior: 10/10 [Sire Draconos, the only survivor of the ill-fated Battle of Immortality, he has since taken to journeying with the exiled king Greatwyrmgold.]
Troll: 30/30 [After millennia of persecution Tol-ruk nearly met his end at the hands of a brigade of bandits. Just prior to losing his life for good Tol-ruk was saved by a lone warrior. After seeing how powerful this man was in combat Tol-ruk knew what he would do. He would follow Sire Draconos as payment for his own life.]
Necromancer: 3/3 [Nel-tho was never a popular man within his school. He took to teaching himself the ways of magic. So what if he pushed the boundries where he shouldn’t have? Narrow mindedness never got anyone anywhere. He has developed disdain regarding those who stick within the boundries now. This may explain his rivalry with Arios.]
Mage: 5/5 [Arios was always the perfect student during her days at the academy. She never even toed the line. She dislikes those who step outside proper magical practice. He rivalry with Nel-tho stems from her attempts to desire to show that proper obedience to the rules will get one much farther than breaking them ever will.]
Cleric 1: 5/5
Cleric 2: 5/5
Warlord Grek's Horde:
Grek sat atop a pile of his most recent kills. “Demons… Bah. So weak and fragile. No fear either.” Kicking one of the larger demons he scoffed once more “It’s not the same. Mortal foes are more entertaining. At least they are afraid. I want out.” Grek stated as he stood. As he did though a mysterious artifact caught his eye. A horned demon skull with fire where its eyes once were. “You’ll make a nice trinket.” The Warlord stated as he placed it atop his head. Now he only needed to find a way out.
The four great Bezerker lords, the Blis-Trats, grouped around their tribal fire as they lamented the loss of their great leader Warlord Grek. Word had reached them that he had been struck down in battle and would never lead them into glorious battle again. As they talked of their favorite moments with their Warlord they noticed their camp-fire spark more powerfully than before. In a matter of seconds the fire erupted into a blazing inferno that threatened to consume them all. However just as quickly as it started it stopped. Before them stood their leader Grek!
“Warlord!?” They all asked at once, shocked by his sudden appearance. “Did you really think death could stop me?” The Warlord asked with a blood-soaked smile. He looked no worse for wear all things considered. In fact he appeared to be wearing the horned skull of a demon, who’s eyes were still ablaze with a blood-red flame, atop his head. “What are you doing here Warlord?” The Second of the Blis-Trats asked. “Simple. Conquering hell was too easy. I much prefer it out here. At least human opponents are capable of a challenge.” Grek laughed as he spat some blood onto the ground. The spot he hit immediately erupted into flame. “Now boys, what do you say we get back to pillaging?”
The four Blis-Trats cheered at the thought of raiding with their Warlord again. However he stopped them momentarily with a grin “Not yet boys. We need help. Let it not be said that I don’t learn. We have one thing to accomplish before we go anywhere I think we should pay our respects to the gods.” This last phrase confused the Blis-Trats. Grek had never relied on the gods before. If anything he had always cursed them as weak. Just what was their Warlord up to?
The Blis-Trats followed the Warlord for several hours until they finally saw the monastery he had alluded to earlier. It’s heavy wooden doors we large enough to prevent a troll from busting it down. “Warlord… Why are we here?” Grek laughed aloud as the Demon-skull’s eyes flared “These monks have a healing magic. I saw it during my last fight upon the mortal plain. We’re going to make good use of their godly chants. Come on boys, we’re recruiting.”
A large knock sounded on the monastery door. An oddity as this monastery was placed high in the mountains. Away from any sort of civilization. The head monk walked to the large wooden gates “Yes?” it was the last thing he ever said as a plume of fire erupted from some unseen man/creature as the doors were burned to ask, the head monk along with them.
It was chaos. Unbelievable chaos. Bodies flung high into the rafters, into the gardens, slain in their beds. Soon there were none but the four newest recruits left cowering inside the monastery winery.
A demonic looking man stepped forward with his axe raised high “So you are all that’s left. Do you value your lives?” All four nodded frantically “Are you willing to make a deal?” Again all four nodded frantically. “Good… Now let’s begin.” With a grim smile he lowered his axe slowly.
The four ‘clerics’ trudged along after the Blis-trats. After having proven they could perform the rites of healing they had been allowed to join the ranks of Warlord Grek. Their limbs still ached from having been hacked upon several times over by the Warlord himself. Each had lost arms, legs, and even parts of their torsos. The thought of leaving never crossed their minds. As they continued to heal each-other some force melded their minds into its own, and by extension Grek’s. The flames within the Demon-skull grew brighter with every spell. It’s own revenge would come soon enough.
“Now I need a battle. Something to show the world that I’m back!” Grek stated that night, his demon-skull hat glowing brighter than ever. “Warlord… There are rumors of large forces gathering in the souther expanses…. Perhaps…” One of the clerics suggested however Grek was quick to reply “Yes. We shall travel there. Invigorate us. We march now.” As the possessed cleric’s worked their Haste magics Grek smiled once again. Soon blood would flow as the rivers.
Beserker 1: 7/7
Beserker 2: 7/7
Beserker 3: 7/7
Beserker 4: 7/7
Cleric 1: 5/5
Cleric 2: 5/5
Cleric 3: 5/5
Cleric 4: 5/5
Tsuchi’s Crew – Land Pirates [Tsuchigumo550]
Tsuchi’s crew. Scourge of the seven seas. Land pirates. While extremely successful in their pirating operation the simple fact of the matter was that Tsuchi himself could never get together enough cash for the boat itself. There would always be some sort of issue in the way that would prevent his funds from growing large enough. Armor would break, a mercenary would need to be hired, or a guard would need bribed. The simple fact of the matter was he needed more money. Then one day he found out how.
A rumor had spread about a large group of opposing armies heading towards the south-lands. To many this rumour was simply idle chatter. However Tsuchi himself knew of a legend. This legend stated that a large trove of treasure awaited those who could claim it. With a smile Tsuchi ordered his fellow pirates to the south. Soon they would have a boat, “Soon we will have all the non-landlubber loot we could want!”
Warrior 1: 10/10
Warrior 2: 10/10
Assasin: 4/4
Paladin: 7/7
Archer 1: 4/4
Archer 2: 4/4
Cleric 1: 5/5
Cleric 2: 5/5
Forces of Arqua the Naga King[Lemon10:]
Naga, or Serpent Men as the humans called them, were usually a vile group. Half snake, half man they combined the worst qualities of both. The same could not be said of Arqua. He had somehow risen above the vile temptations of his species and, in recent years, even managed to civilize the rest of his peoples into something resembling civilized.
However it was not to last. One day Arqua heard tales of a treasure located within a far-away land. At first he scoffed, however over time vast riches started flooding into his capital. When he questioned the merchant responsible he cited the ancient legends. Arqua cursed the merchant as a fool at first but soon left to pursue the rumor. Taking his most trusted warrior Arqua left his kingdom in the hands of his son, gave him the royal scepter, and set off.
As time passed however Arqua became less and less intelligible, eventually reverting back to the ancient forbidden tounges. As the miles passed his behavior became more and more vicious, his thoughts less coherent. This change also affected his troops. Their restraint in battle soon replaced by an insatiable blood-lust.
Naga legend tells of two artifacts capable of preventing the loss of mind brought about by the naga blood. One was a scepter thought to be lost centuries ago. However this artifact was only useful within a range. Another, more powerful, artifact was said to dwell in the vault of the Four Kings. This artifact is said to be able to cure the affliction for all naga for one thousand years with each use. If the two artifacts were to be wielded by the same naga he would achieve what none had ever achieved before: Curing the naga of their natural blood-lust.
If this was Arqua’s original intent none can say. All he sees now is blood to be spilled.
Paladin: 7/7
Assassin: 4/4
Mage: 5/5
Alchemist: 4/4
Archer: 4/4
Cleric: 5/5
Necromancer: 3/3
Defender-of-Faith Zomara [Zomara0292]
Pain… Overwhelming pain. This wasn’t right. Death was supposed to be painless. Sure the bite of steel was to draw pain but after that there was supposed to be nothing. So why did he still feel? For what seemed like an eternity Zomara lay upon the ground soaked in his own blood until finally a voice spoke “You have failed in your task…” Zomara didn’t recall a task. The last thing he remembered was that he was trying to gain the power of immortality. “Do not worry my child.” The voice was not angry. It was soothing. It drove away the pain with its words “I shall be there to guide you. When you have finally healed head south. A legion stands aside awaiting your command. Continue to head south. I will guide you as needed. Destroy all who hinder you. A foul demon has escaped hell and needs to be stopped.”
Zomara didn’t think to challenge the voice. It was too kind. It must be Hotan, the God-father. Creator of all that was good in the world “Yes Hotan, I shall do as you command.” The voice seemed pleased “I am proud to have a servant as great as you. I here-by dub thee Defender-of-faith.” It took several hours for the pain to disappear completely but when it did Zomara headed south as Hotan had instructed.
There he found several men ready to assist him in serving the God-father. None questioned his orders. In fact each seemed to move without orders. Immediately all started their trek south. Those who watched these shambling corpses head across the land feared for their lives. However each seemed driven by some unseen power. The one in front, it’s stomach split open, seemed particularly determined.
In the night, far away, atop the head of a great warrior a Skull’s eyes shone with delight. It’s plan was all coming together.
Paladin 1: 7/7
Paladin 2: 7/7
Troll: 30/30
Archer: 4/4
Cleric: 5/5
Necromancer: 3/3
The Bonded Wolves [Zacen299]
An ancient order of assassins whom, long ago, were behind every major event on the continent. As time passed however their ancient ways were lost. Fool-hardy young members were dying faster than they could be trained. The elders fell to temptations of the flesh. Soon there were only 9 left. The eldest, Zacen called for a return to the old ways. The others, having no-where else to turn, agreed. Soon he claimed to have the solution to their woes.
An ancient scroll of the first Zacen, for whom the current was named, had gathered together treasure from four different kings and hid it in a Bonded Wolves vault. The legend held that one day a descendent of the original Zacen would return and claim the treasure. This treasure would be more than enough to bring his order back to power and fame. With this in mind the assassins set out for what would become known as the greatest battle in their history.
Assassin 1: 4/4
Assassin 2: 4/4
Assassin 3: 4/4
Assassin 4: 4/4
Archer 1: 4/4
Archer 2: 4/4
Archer 3: 4/4
Archer 4: 4/4
[Please note: You can still change colors and teams up until the game starts proper. If I do not have your starting positions/colors I will assign them to you.]
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Topic: Fantasy Tactical Warfare V.2.0 [Tomb of the Four Kings] [Turn 12] (Read 19283 times)