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[Terenos]

The Cabal: IC Thread

The OOC thread: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=142470.msg5581363#msg5581363
Chosen Start! The Rise of the Cabal, Legendary Ambitions(Because the other choices were just an illusion), The Capital, Unknown Location, Room for Expansion

Ah, Verania the city of Good King Veran the Ninth. Capital of Verania. A testament to mankinds triumph over the lesser races.
But a darkness is growing in the heart of the city. The Cabal has taken root here and is working towards imposing their will across the world. Starting here. As this is the Capital, birthplace of the cabal it is well prepared in quantity of manpower. Though perhaps not in quality. What resources the Cabal possesses will flow towards the more competent of its members.

Act decisively. Prove your worth, Cabalist. Perform well and rise far, fail and your worth may be little more than as another corpse for the armies.

This is your story now.

Our Story follows the following members of the Cabal.

Spoiler: Gerl Lightshade (Nirur Torir) (click to show/hide)

Status:

Skills and Talents:
Adept mage: You understand magic, to an extent.
Noble Background: You come from a noble lineage. You understand the ways of the nobility.

Magic:
Elemental Magic: Familiar
Necromancy: Familiar.
Healing: Familiar.

Possessions:
Nothing remarkable.
Favor: 1

Spoiler: Muirgen Frostbrand (Deep Waters) (click to show/hide)

Status:

Apprentice Mage: The first steps on the road to magical power. You can work some magic.
Competent Fighter: You are an outstanding combatant, standing well above the level of skill of an average soldier.

Magic:
Necromancy: Familiar.
Elemental Magic: Aware.

Posessions:
Your uncles well-kept old sword.
Clarent, A blade of Dire Frost.
Light Armor (Iron)

Favor: 2

Spoiler: Maekar Stormhold (Shootandrun) (click to show/hide)

Skills and Talents:
Average Smith: You are a capable smith.
Adept Mage: You understand magic, to an extent.
Touched by Darkness: Something in your past or your lineage has left a stain upon you. Most others are uneasy in your presence.
Competent Fighter: You are an outstanding combatant, standing well above the level of skill of an average soldier.

Magic:
Necromancy: Familiar

Possessions:
Well Crafted Longsword
Light Armor (Iron)

Favor: 3

Spoiler: Milos Daljulan (Taricus) (click to show/hide)

Skills and Talents:
Competant Fighter: You are an outstanding combatant, standing well above the level of skill of an average soldier.
Drillmaster: Under your instruction soldiers train better.
Apprentice Mage: The first steps on the road to magical power. You can work some magic.

Magic:
Necromancy: Familiar.
Healing: Aware

Possessions:
Well Crafted Longsword
Light Armor (Iron)

Favor: 2

Spoiler: William Ovendvhrall (Azthor) (click to show/hide)

Skills and Talents:
Scholar: You are at home in libraries and laboratories, conducting research.
Adept Mage: Adept mage: You understand magic, to an extent.

Magic:
Elemental Magic: Familiar
Necromancy: Capable

Possessions:
Nothing of note.

Spoiler: Gwyn 'The Mace' (click to show/hide)

Skills and Talents:
Competent Fighter: You are an outstanding combatant, standing well above the level of skill of an average soldier.
Adept Mage: Adept mage: You understand magic, to an extent.

Magic:
Necromancy: Familiar
|-Wards: Familiar

Possessions:
Custom Heavy Weapon (Mace Hand).

On the Sidelines, perhaps to return to the spotlight

Spoiler: Amon Morian (Digital Hellhound) (click to show/hide)

Nobility: You are recognized nobility.
Expert Torturer: With access to the proper tools, when you ask questions you receive answers from all those who do not have a supernatural will.

Possessions:
Your ceremonial Sidarn dagger.
Magic: None.

Favor: 4

[Terenos]

Cabal Information

Spoiler: Powerful Cabalists of Note (click to show/hide)

Darius Torith A Cair scholar who was among the first to turn down the path of black magic. He is responsible for tracking down things that may be of interest to the Cabal, and ensuring they get to it before any others.
He also trains those who are interested in magic.

Nargoth Definitely not his real name. Definitely creepy and powerful. He might be your boss you're not exactly sure. Mostly keeps to himself only appearing when he wants something done.

Karak A sentient undead humanoid rescued by the Cabal. Necromantic energy swirls around his form. Is a skeletal undead within armor of an unknown style. The armor is clearly ancient.

Spoiler: Cabal Allies (click to show/hide)

Daergoth Vallinas is a drunk foppish human noble. He has some criminal connections, and a burning ambition.

Spoiler: Cabal Headquarters (click to show/hide)

The Cabal headquarters in the Capital is located beneath the Street of Gods, called the Street of Dreams by the more cynical. Since most religions believe heaven lies above, their temples are soaring monuments upwards. This leaves a rather large amount of real estate underground. The main aboveground building is a squat, columned building with several gates. However those who are not 'the faithful' never see within. Supplies are carted in, and no one pays it any mind.
Within you will find tunnels and various structures used to support the needs of the Cabal. There is always room for expansion however.
 
The Headquarters has the following buildings on site: Forge, Barracks, Storage (Large), Laboratory (Basic) Library (Basic)

Spoiler: Cabal Troops (click to show/hide)

38 Regulars: Men and women with training at arms, average combatants. Mismatched Equipment. (15 are On Mission, Return in 4 turns (turn 19) (3 Unavailable, leading criminal gang.)
3 Apprentice Necromancers: Cabalists with some magical capability.
1 Zombified Minor Animal (Rat)
1 Skeleton (Human)

A handful of zombies, not currently under direct command. Littered across the countryside in truth.

Spoiler: Suspicion (click to show/hide)

The Cabal operates in darkness. The whispers have ceased.

Spoiler: Supplies (click to show/hide)

Stored Supplies: Modest
Supplies being gained: Scant
Supplies being spent: Few

Supplies are currently trending downwards.
3.1 Wealth Tokens (+0.3/Turn)

Important Resources Access:
1 Amulet with a design of a dragon about to take flight, gemstones dot the dragon's scales.
1 Carved stone figurine depicting a cloaked figure sacrificing another. This item resonates with necromantic energy. (Bonus to Rituals)

A small gang in the criminal underworld. Provides +.1 wealth token/turn, may provide more recruits.

[Terenos]

Act One, Ambition Burns Bright.

These are the early days of the Cabal. Each of you has found your way here, to Verania, to its Capital, and to the hidden portions of the Street of Dreams. The Cabal could always use extra talented hands and yours were talented enough.

Here within a fake temple to a pretend god you work towards the glory of the Cabal. All the while Verania goes on about its days blissfully unaware of the darkness waiting to take hold.

Theres oh so much to do. Whereever shall we begin?
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You may now begin your actions. Things to note:
There is no official limit to the actions you can take. However I will use my best judgement to prevent you from doing EVERYTHING all the time. Spreading your focus out may be detrimental.
There will always be tasks to perform for the glory of the Cabal.
You have lived in Verania for some time, you know more or less the lay of the city and can navigate it to the points of interest you desire. Should said points of interest exist.
Questions comments and concerns may be taken to the OOC thread.
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[Shootandrun]

Maekar ducked below the frame of a door with the expertise that comes from habit as he entered the dining hall. At long last, he'd finished moving his forge underground and installing it; he was ready to start working. Glancing around, he noted the presence of a few irregulars. They had certainly noticed him - they glanced worriedly in his direction every so often, trying to pretend they weren't looking at him. He smiled, and thunder rolled around the room for a few seconds as he gave them an order.

"You few! Make yourselves useful! Find the other Cabalists in the Headquarters, tell them I'm calling for a meeting. It's about time we got to work!"

The little soldiers got up and all but fled towards the different parts of the underground maze, looking for the Cabalists of relevance. As they left, Maekar moved the tables to the wall, to give the others space to stand in a circle, and waited for them to arrive.

Call for a meeting of the Cabalists of relevance within the HQ.

[Deep Waters]

Muirgen stands to the side as the soldiers rush out, smiling a little toothily as they hurry on by. She'd already been heading to the dining hall for a quick snack before she went out to test the mettle of the recruits-- it was pure luck that Maekar was there at the same time. Good thing, too; it'd save her a trip to his forge to ask him for a new set of armor (since her old set had been rendered into useless chunks of metal). She watches the scattershot flight of the irregulars for a few more seconds, before turning and stepping into the dining hall.

"I pity the soldier who wets himself trying to find me, Maekar. Must you intimidate them so?" Muirgen asks teasingly, lingering by the door frame.

[Taricus]

Milos was the next to arrive, having been fetched by one of the irregulars in another part of the catacombs.

Having taken his time to actually get to the dining hall, Milos sauntered into the hall rather relaxed in posture. "Alright I'd like to say before we start this off, that those irregulars look more like children than proper thugs or soldiers. They're going to need something far more stern inside them than their current spines."

[Shootandrun]

Maekar turned around and smiled as the first of his peers entered the hall. When he spoke, this time, it was in a more conversational tone.

"Fear is as good a motivator as any, and in my case it doesn't require too much effort, little lady." Came the smith's answer. Muirgen was anything but little, yet it amused him to call her so.

He glanced at the entrances, waiting perhaps impatiently for the others' arrival, before looking back at her. That sword of hers was at her side, he noted; good blade, though it was old. He could make better - although the Cabal could hardly afford to have him replace perfectly good weapon, when some of the fighters didn't even have any. Still, it reminded him of what he had wanted to ask of her.

"I've noted you have no armor to speak of, Muirgen, but you're good with that blade - better than I am with any weapon but my fists, I think. I would suggest a favor for a favor - if you would drill me for a time, it would be my pleasure to armor you."

As he finished what he was saying, he saw the lizard make his entrance.

"You're right, Milos. If they can't stand the sight of me, they won't stand the sight of battle. We'll have to train them - that is to say, either you or Muirgen will have to train them. The rest of us are shite with anything that looks like it might be a weapon."

[Azthor]

"Yes, I could hear the ruckus all the way from the study; lamentably so" a man dressed in opaque black robes, a white shirt barely visible at the collar, says as he makes his way into the room, taking a seat besides Maekar.

"Well then, here is the current situation, as I read from the recent reports..." he starts once all of the ensemble has arrived.

"We have a decent amount of supplies saved up, but as it stands, there is no way those are going to last; slowly, but surely, we are running out; we need to secure a new source, or several, soon, or we won't be able to maintain our current activities. So far, what comes to mind is the temple. Our deity, Androno? He is a patron of travel and, with that, he may as well be a patron of merchants and what not; we start offering merchants stands besides the temple, for a price, and may later set up our own facilities, if any of you are up to the effort" he continues, pausing briefly for those present to consider his words.

"Nargoth may, of course, come up with a more pressing task at any given moment, so we must also keep that in mind. Which brings us to the other issue; we don't currently have anything that can be properly called a weapon, and, if our activities are anything to go by, we will need them sooner, rather than later; Maekar, think you can get down to the forge and take care of that, or should we see a merchant about it?"

"Finally, we must decide on how to distribute the use of certain facilities; such as the library, and whether any of you are willing to help our current forces along with hitting their targets with the pointy end of the sticks they call weapons".

[Nirur Torir]

Gerl, hunched over a scroll in the library, shifted in his seat, the shorter chair leg thudding as it bumped the floor. He frowned, then looked up at motion in front of him. A gnome. It started speaking when it noticed his attention. "Yer wanted in the dining hall, mi-lord. There's a meetin'."

It fidgeted under his glare for several seconds before he placed the scroll on the table on top of two others, stood and began walking briskly away. "Fix that chair."


He strolled into the dining hall and glanced around, his sight resting on Milos a moment longer than the humans. "I've been reading for minor nobles that may be of use. We have nearly nothing of use for that, and the lack of literate underlings isn't helping. I may need to go looking myself. The .. men can't be trusted with such a delicate task."

[Shootandrun]

The others arrived soon enough, and at last the meeting could start. William was quick to get to matters of relevance, although Maekar found his mannerisms to be almost sleep-inducing, and Gerl too contributed to the discussion.

"I can fashion weapons for whoever desires them, and armor as well, if we have the necessary materials. The more adept fighters will get priority." He paused a moment, thinking. "As well, I could open up a forge up front and recruit apprentices, if someone would secure a source of iron and fuel for me. Could be a good way of getting a profit in."

The thought of apprentices in particular interested him - it would speed up his work, certainly.

[Deep Waters]

"I was planning on drilling the soldiers myself," Muirgen notes, addressing Maekar, as she pulls out a chair and settles in it, leaning her elbow on the table, "But, considering there are two of us capable of teaching a group of limp-wristed amateurs how to wield a blade, I'm happy to pass  the task off to Milos--

"--if you don't mind, that is." She leans back and turns toward Milos, balancing the chair on the back two legs, "The troops need to get used to having a lizardman order them around, anyway."

"As for merchants-- I doubt we're going to get many buyers around these parts, Oventhrall." Muirgen points out bluntly, somewhat rankled at the implication that her weapon was somehow on the same level of workmanship as the shoddy tools of their ramshackle militia, "People go to the temples when they want to pray, and the markets when they want to buy. You want commerce, open stands in the commerce district."

[Taricus]

"I can certainly do the drill instruction if you have other plans. And if anything, I had nothing else planned, thus doing so would be a rather good fit for me." Milos replied, with a rather dry tone of voice. He still kept standing, rather half-alert as he watched and waited for the others to discuss their immediate plans in the meeting.

[Shootandrun]

Maekar glanced around, and when the discussion started falling short he decided to add his own opinion.

"Very well, then. Milos can start training the troops; I will begin forging equipment for our fighters, and eventually for whoever else here would like to commission something. I'm also going to try to find a place where we could recruit craftsmen in the future."

Having gone over his own plans, he hesitated a few seconds, before continuing.

"We will need some way to recruit key member into the cabal, and to secure a new source of supplies. Getting the higher-ups' opinion on where we should start might be valuable. Ideally, we should also use the library to its full potential, and encourage the more talented amongst us to teach the others in magic. Any other suggestions?"

Begin forging light armor for Muirgen. Drill with her to further my fighting skills.
If there is time, try to find the city's Craftmen's Guild and learn what they're all about.

[Deep Waters]

Muirgen shrugs, a hand resting idly on the pommel of her sword as she leans back. She offers, in an alto tinged with reluctance, "I'll look around for local mercenary jobs while Maekar is forging equipment. It's not gonna pay as much as I'd like, especially since it's gotta be local, but it's usually pretty steady work."

The idea of going back into mercenary work so soon was distasteful to her at best, but Muirgen was practical when it came down to it. She adds, "Once we get the irregulars up to snuff, we might even be able to hire them out as guards.

Drill with Maekar to improve his fighting skills.
Look around town for good mercenary jobs.

Also, if I have time, check the Cabal library for tomes on countering spells.

[Nirur Torir]

"I'll begin looking for sponsors. No-one too powerful, the guards don't need to know about us."

Spend about half of my working time learning/practicing a fear spell. Ideally, I would like both a multi-target combat variant and a minor frightful presence aura.
Taking two irregulars with me to serve as visible muscle, preferably not on their training shift, spend the other half of each day discreetly investigating which minor nobles in and around the city are unhappy enough with the status quo, and generally amoral enough, to work with us. Pose as a frontman for a newly risen minor gang.