Just appoint the strongest dwarf in the fort as captain of the guard or whatever forumite equivalent. They'll cave the skulls of everyone who's upset. It worked in Breadbowl.
He's not the strongest, but CarefulRogue is pretty good at what he does
Imush the jeweler, bruised and wounded from refusing to surrender, was led to a room near the stockpiles he wasn't familiar with. The air was filled to the brim with a dark aura; one that he hadn't felt in a long time. Apiks stepped in from behind him and leaned into the face of the broken forumite. "You claimed you were loyal to me but you refused to obey my word. This only proves your treacherous intent. You know what is to be done." Imush spat a mix of blood and saliva into Apiks' face. The King took a hankercheif from his coat and wiped off his face before wiping the sweat and blood off of the jeweler. "You can hate me all you want, but you and I both know that your death means the safety of Necrothreat. I won't have that infernal bear run free in my kingdom any longer. You are the last remnant of him. It is a shame that you killed bearbane only to be wounded by him. I don't need heroes, like the people ask for. I need survivors; people hardened from their experiences who become hardened. They will help lead Necrothreat into glory." Apiks left the jeweler locked inside the room.
As the king made his way to the lever, he spoke at the door. "Know that this place is where my crown was taken from me. Your death will be painless, unlike the power that was taken from me to save this place. This is why you must die; I cannot save them without my full power." Apiks threw the lever as a loud creaking was heard before a loud crash. Apiks pulled the lever a second time as the atom smasher rose back up. "May the gods free you from this place."
Morul made finishing touches to her plan as a messenger knocked on her door. Morul gave no response but the messenger knew he was allowed to enter. "My lady, I bring you good news. The last bear has been slain." Morul smiled as she finished taking a drink from her mug. "Excellent. May Omer finally be at rest after I'm finished with him. Do you have anything else?" The messenger nodded and turned pale as he pulled out a sheathed sword. Morul drew it right from his hands and caressed the blade before giving a mildly disgusted look. "Its familiar to the touch, but I'm no swordsmite. Instead, I will use all the power I am given to make this cursed weapon into something far greater..." Morul pulled out the grey vial from her bag as the messenger began to gaze in horror as she poured its contents out. The strange substance came out and swallowed the sword as if it was a beast that consumed metal. The blue tinted hilt changed color, but the crimson emblem stayed. The blade spoke out to Morul
And here I thought you would never want to use me...Morul spoke back but in her mind, straining herself to hold the cursed blade in check. "I won't use you in the way you want me to. You will be a lightning rod for my will. I do plan on reuniting you with your favorite forumite, but I have a task for us to do first."
You think you can bargain with me? You're sadly mistakenThe messenger gazed up in horror as Morul began to glow red and blue and shouted out loud. "I am Morul. The last heir of a dead bloodline and adopted daughter of Highmax, Master of Swords. My strength lies not in might with a sword like those before me, but in the magic I studied for years to learn and master.
KNOW
YOURPLACEMorul lashed out with her magic and the faint glow from the sword's hilt died down. Rosywander was held back, if only for now
The messenger spoke up from the whole spectacle. "I do have some grim news though, my lady. The state of the people of Necrothreat... Its grim. People are turning to insanity from the stress." Morul shook her head. "Let them do what they will. They will rejoice once my plan is set into motion."
Apiks gathered Monom and a select few other soldiers to his office. "I'm not going to lie. I don't want you to think this as a suicide mission, but it is what it is.
I want you to destroy the Necrothreader Tower."
The soldiers either gasped or showed what little surprise they could. "You will not be alone on this raid. If she succeeds in her task, then may we be immortalized forever as heroes. If she fails, then we are doomed." Apiks beckoned at the door as Morul walked in. "She has studied magic in ways that few have. She believes she can cause the tower's destruction to not only end our nearby undead threat, but she claims she has gained the power to kill a god; Ur. And before you call me a fool, she has proven it to me with a demonstration of a fraction of her power." Morul smiled as the soldiers that were shaken looked on her in horror. "I wish you only success. They are led by a Thread Necromancer for now, but Ur will be there before long. Defend her until she is able to complete her task."
The soldiers saluted and left, making last minute preparations...
... It didn't take long for the group to arrive. Morul drew Rosywander's new body, threw out a piece of rotten flesh onto the ground and pulled out a skull before she began to glow. Thread Necromancers began to scramble to battle and raise undead as the soldiers formed up in front of her. Monom led the attack, shouting at the few soldiers she had to form up in a battle pattern they had discussed before arriving. Morul roared out to the tower which began to swirl the black clouds that seemed to blacken the very land itself.
"I bring the bones, the blood and the flesh of a God. These are the last surviving artifacts of Omer; the remnants of Omer's will given flesh, Lord Lemonpie. I call unto the gods to grant me the power to rid the land of its disease; the Lord of Undeath and the first Thread Necromancer. With the strength given to me by the Lord of Bones and the strength of divinity, I challenge you, Ur!"
The soldiers began their attack, masterfully maneuvering against the undead and their masters. Lightning struck the sky as the clouds began to take the shape of a decaying face. The soldiers looked up and felt unimaginable fear, but Highmax's magic gave them a shred of courage as Morul began to lift up into the sky as she placed a crown of bone on her head. "Those before me slew you before, Ur. I stand here as a Scion of all the people of Necrothreat putting aside internal strife to form as one body.
I am everything that Necrothreat stands for."
The soldiers felt inspired as Morul began to channel powre as the black clouds swirled together before sweeping across the fields of battle. The soldiers felt their very body decaying with the clouds tearing through them. Morul raised her hand and a wind tore apart the black cloud, rejuvinating the soldiers.
"WE CANNOT BE BROKEN"Lightning filled the sky as the decayed face reformed and screamed, trying to blast the forumite from the sky, but the forumites felt a divine power appear as they claimed to have seen Omer appear in the form of an older, more wizened, Lord Lemonpie. A rainbow appeared over the battlefield as rain fell from the sky. A soldier shouted out "Praise be to Omer!" As he lashed out and slew the lead threadromancer. Undead began to rise as the Thread Necromancers began channeling their power, but the corpses bones rotted and decayed in seconds of the bodies forming. Next to Omer stood another figure, one of Apiks, but carrying a pick instead of a chainsaw. "The Lord of Bones is our ally, Lord of Undeath! Without your bones, you are a mound of blood and flesh!" The black cloud began to rain black as Morul let out magic from her hands towards the decaying face.
"With the power granted to the past Highmax by your ally Armok, I take away the blood!" The black rain dried before reaching the ground and turned to a shade of brown. "Your strength holds nothing here!" The bodies of the thread zombies began to dry up and turn to dust as the soldiers moved in for the final strike on the necrothreaders. Another aspect appeared of Th4DwArfY1 carrying a spear showed up. And then another of Quill, using strange devices. More and more showed up until everyone of Necrothreat seemed to show. The decaying face began to roar in fury as it seemed to lash out but to no avail. It turned once again into a black mist and went towards on of the last Necromancers. A lone axemite, Risen Monomrerras, charged the changed Necrothreader and slew him. The black mist flew out of the body violently as the form of a High Lord Threadromancer formed below the tower. Highmax threw the blade in her hand as it pierced the Dark God in his heart. Screamnig in fury and pain, black blood flowed from his body. Robbed of his power, he was powerless to the death he was given. Monom charged forward as Ur tried to take the blade out of him and twisted the blade, driving it deeper into him. Rosywander gleefully felt the willingness of its old host let it in, and laughed as the dark god began to bubble and liquidate as he died. Monom pulled out the blade and raised it to the sky. "GLORY BE TO NECROTHREAT!"
The aspect of Necrothreat faded almost instantly as Morul fell. A soldier caught her and picked her up, before spotting the broken skull of Lord Lemonpie; any hope of doing this again to slay Armok was gone as Omer had finally left Necrothreat to its own devices.
The soldiers returned triumphantly, but to a fort that couldn't bring itself to honor them. Morul went to her lord who bore a pleased expression on his face as she returned his crown of bone. "I loathed to think that my crown was used by someone else, even if it is a failed copy of my greater one. I'm glad that it was used to finally end that undead menace." Morul shook her head. "We killed their main source of power, but the Necrothreaders are still strong and alive. There may be another Ur one day, but for now, we can relax. The tower is fallen, and now we can turn our gaze to the politicians."
As Morul spoke with apiks, Risen, the deemed true slayer of Ur, clutched in his hand a grim reminder of the Tower...
((Interesting tidbit, the thread necromancers were at peace with us. Glad I took care of them when I did. I don't know about you guys, but I feel that our next step is to send some protestors to the politician's polling booths
Oh yeah, and I'm expecting bad shit to happen with the Necromancy book. It also doesn't help that we're at about 8 to 12 forumites who are oblivious to reality now. We also gained another Hillocks, so I'm tempted to see about sending some of our depressed Forumites on "vacation" there
Also, I would like to request we initiate Risen and Monom into the Hall of Necrothreat. Risen for killing the big thread necromancer leading the defence and Monom for excellence in the frontlines and as a strategist. I think Apiks has a run for his money on how many kills she has))
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