Turn 2.1 - Opportunities
Eversor[Opportunity: Warriors Musings]During the training sessions, the Elder Survivors got to interact with the Forlorn Knights, and the Skeletal Soldiers. Although weaker, the Skeletal Soldiers were senior members of the Sword of Zethe, and their loyalty to the Kingdom was unmatched. The Forlorn Knights and the Elder Survivors, in their might and experience commended much respect, and still acknowledged the veterancy and bravery of the Skeletal Soldiers who themselves very much respected the newcomers.
On one uneventful day of intensive training, some idle chatting turned into a question that occupied the minds of your entire forces. Wherein lies a warrior's true value?
Your Skeletal Soldiers believe that loyalty and dedication to the cause are the greatest values of the Sword of Zethe. That this fire is one that will make them greater as undead, and soldiers.
The Forlorn Undead Knights agree for the most part, but some of them knew betrayal and weak leaders during past experiences. They think that a true warrior should respect their leader, but ultimately stick to their beliefs.
The Elder Survivors, on the other hand, believe that might should beckon respect. A weak leader should not be followed.
The answer you will provide to this question will surely affect the social hierarchy among your forces.
Azarian[Opportunity: Whispering Waters]On one cloudy night, you were meditating in your completed fortified encampment close to the brook. You heard a mental whisper coming from the water, fainter than a lone star in a darkened sky. Focusing a little bit you spotted a wounded Undine, an elemental spirit of water. Despite the magical density of the water, the elemental was dying and about to dissolve into the stream.
Ashuri-Zagos[Opportunity: Suggested Asssitance]Day in day out, you oversaw the progress of the road network in all its aspects. Meetings about material allocation, organization of the workforce, logistics of the entire project, and more... A normal individual would have collapsed under the workload, but to you it was merely a small homework.
In their worry and desire to further the grandiose project, some Zethean officials suggested you recruit some aides. Indeed some help could increase the speed and quality of the work, but only if said aides had in them the talents to manage plentiful matters and keep up with your drive.
To study applications and train your aides would take some time, and you weren't sure it would succeed. Was it worth a try?
Nevermore[Opportunity: Secrets Carved in Bones]At some point, you came across an unusual dragon's skull. Massive compared to the lesser dragons skulls, it was equal in size to that of Jotul. From what you had observed, it was most likely proof that this skull belonged to a dragon of the higher castes. But something felt off about it, where was the rest of the skeleton? No matter how hard you tried to search that day, you couldn't find anything.
Maybe Jotul knew something. Or maybe you should keep it to yourself and keep studying?
It that Oozes[Opportunity: A Call from the Hivemind]It happened shortly after you split into two. You heard a call in the Hivemind that you hadn't heard since you had differentiated into a Major Node. It was soft and warm, so reassuring you wanted to be cuddled by this serene voice.
It came from the Breeding Pool, deep inside of it, where not even you knew what lain in there.
Aeon[Opportunity: A Broken Seal]Enter.
You descended the spiral slope toward the dark bowels of the desert. The falling streams of sand all around you seemed to be talking, admonishing you for your action. You ignored them and continued further, until you saw something at the bottom of the pit.
A platform surrounded by a ring of shifting sands that seemed to absorb all of the falling sands. Upon this platform was a single leafless ebon tree, its dried trunk having a strange luster, and its spiky branches forming a fourteen fingered hand trying to grab something in the sky. You heard a long, ancient sigh of relief echoing in the pit caused by a strange and dry wind coming from the depths of the pit.
The atmosphere was so dry you couldn't sense any moisture down there. You stopped before the tree. So that was the so-called sealed evil spirit of carnage the old Djinn told you about. The tree crackled as if bones were being crushed between mighty jaws. Uprooting itself slowly as if stretching, it spoke to you in a reverberating voice.
"Ah... Free at last. You have my thanks, stranger."The dry air is heavy with power and resentment. The first spark will cause all this welling up tension to explode and turn into a violent fight. Will it come from you? Or the spirit?