Round 3!
You wake from your nap and decide to take a stroll in the fields. You're amazed at how much you've accomplished. If only you hadn't killed the king and claimed the throne, you could have accomplished much, much more. You look at the luscious, green fields and order your men to harvest it all. To leave none for the other tribes.
"My lord, we cannot hope to clear all of the fields! With the number of our men, it would take years to clear it out!"says one of the freed slaves
"Then do as much as you can,"you tell him.
After a few days, the men have cleared out a large enough space for a camp. You order the men to find building materials and supplies.
They come back with empty cereal boxes and cans. They fashion a surprisingly stable building within the shelves and baskets. The camp can support up to 30 Marketlings, and contains your food-stocks and rat-stables.
You realize that the dairy section is to far off to constantly obtain milk, and calcium is vital for a strong warhorde. You decide to milk the mother rat, and your men are happy to drink the milk.
In the meantime, Nugget decides to go back and learn more from the gods. Now, he is as smart as a high school graduate (Marketlings learn very fast) and when he returns, he finds a strange, dark man, floating in mid-air, apparently communing with his deities. He notices Nugget and descends from flight and walks toward Nugget.
The man is very tall, with dark, tan skin. He is bald, with various tattoos on his face. He has six arms, each wielding a sacrificial weapon of sorts. He is dressed like a Haitian voodoo priest, wearing nothing but a loincloth and various necklaces. The most curious features though, are his eyes. His two eyes are empty, bloody sockets. They have appeared to have been clawed out, and a tattoo on his forehead of a large eye. At least, Nugget thinks.
The man's eye tattoo opens, revealing a real third eye, gazing directly at Nugget. Nugget gets a painful headache, followed by nose-bleeding. The man talks to Nugget, not by mouth, but by mind.
'Why have you come to this outlet of the Dark Gods' power? Have you come to desecrate it, like the other foolish men?"
"N-No, sir. I have come to learn from the Great Ones. I only wish to learn, to learn to protect my tribe,"Nugget stammers.
"Then come, Nugget, I shall teach you, for a price," the man says slyly.
As Nugget comes back, you notice that he hasn't come alone. He is joined by two cultists, both with grey, mottled skin, with various scars and flesh markings.
"Nugget!"you call out, "Who are those men?"
"My servants, and yours! I have been tasked by a mighty warlock to build a shrine to the Gods. If we complete this task, he will offer his services to us! He is of great power, my liege! He is our chance of survival!
You ponder a bit, weighing the risks and the rewards.You finally decide to ask more about it. You ask Nugget for details about the shrine.
He tells you that there are two different kinds of shrine:
The Gaze of the Gods, a TV connected to CCTV cameras, able to see the majority of Flormart.
The Whispers of Knowledge, a radio tuned in to the delivery shipments of Flormart, to know when and where new boons from the gods will appear.
"Will you allow us to build this shrine, my liege?"
Now you have: 130 foodstuffs(14 x 3 food eaten)
2 screwdrivers
4 rats (-4 food each turn)
1 water bottle of rat milk
Lots of rat bones
Workers in the Veggies Section (+40 food each turn)
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Topic: Rise of the Marketlings (Read 2157 times)