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| Tomb Kings and the Texas Takedown.(Open) | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 27 2018, 09:16 AM (58 Views) | |
| Ahmose | Jun 27 2018, 09:16 AM Post #1 |
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"-Caesar's Legion has been a growing concern. Many towns outside of its borders been ransacked, their populace slaughtered or enslaved. The NCR and Jakobs try their hardest to fight off the Legion from the Mojave and Texas, respectively, but they can't always keep up with everything, and Utah, Wyoming, and other neighboring states have no NCR or Jakobs to protect them." The Wasteland. A symbol of the destruction mankind could bring to itself but equally, a land of opportunity for the enterprising and Ahmose was nothing if not enterprising. She had greased the palms of a few freighter pilots to carry her soldiers, a portion of them anyway, to this land as part of her ongoing plans to establish a kingdom. She already had her capital being built in the deserts of Spira but the Al Bhed desert was pretty remote compared to the rest of Spira. What she needed was an outpost, military or otherwise, to give her access to more resources and contacts throughout the multiverse hence why she had opted to come to the Wasteland. It was, from what she had learned, was a pretty lawless land devoid of any real centralized control or leadership which made it sound perfect. Out in the wastes of Texas amid the arid scenery a large hung bellied vessel descended from up above. It was fortunate Ahmose had actually been able to find and subsequently hire someone willingly to ferry her soldiers around the multiverse of course, she had not brought all of them with her as that would simply require a much greater investment of resources than she was willing to expend currently. She really would need to create her own way of getting around the multiverse; one that was not dependent upon the co-operation of the living. Perhaps she should have her Necrotects create something like that; they were all vying to create the greatest creation after all. Yes...that would be a good idea. Out from the depths of the vessel's bulk marched Ahmose flanked by her Tomb Guard in organised rows followed up by rows of archers creating a force that, in total, reached 80 men strong. It was not the largest force she could have mustered but she figured it would be sufficient to serve as an expeditionary force. Obviously, the appearance of a large space vessel bursting through the sky and disgorging a series of skeletal warriors would obviously be enough to capture the attention of any parities in the area which was actually what Ahmose wanted. However, for the time being she merely gestured for one of her Necrotects to approach. "Necrotect. During our travels I expect you to make records of this land. Identify suitable settlement sights and record the location of any useful resources." Ahmose had already informed her chosen Necrotect, an apprentice one at that, of the nature of this mission buit it never hurt to remind them. Her Necrotect nodded and withdrew a scroll of parchment and quill dunking it into a pot of ink worn on a belt. However, apart from sand their was very little here of interest yet in the distance Ahmose's eyes settled upon a series of buildings. She indicated for her forces to march forth. Soon they approached the buildings and marched down the central street unopposed or met by anybody. It seemed to be a total ghost town but...that may just be due to the residents in hiding. "Denizens of this town. Step forth." Ahmose command any and all who could hear her voice should step forth from their hiding places. |
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| Shin Managi | Jun 29 2018, 07:05 PM Post #2 |
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The Demifiend
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Amidst the dusty old homes and ruins of a dead world, a solitary existence that roams reality had been waiting. Staring into the endless wastes of what was once a human civilization, the Demifiend pondered the similarities and differences between this worlds own apocalyptic nightmares, and his own world's mad end. As the Skeletons marched down the avenue, he spared a final glance to the old ruins, before sighing and rising to stand, grasping the sword he acquired within this strange multiverse from a nightstand and heading out to meet them. The old radio he'd found in the room rattles on with it's ancient tunes, familiar and unfamiliar at once to the youth. 'I don't want to set the worrrldd onn firee..' As it prattled on through the empty ruins, he strode outwards into view, tall and unbent by the radiant sun. A scrawny youth once, but by now a hardened warrior- the Demifiend strode out of hiding, grasping his sheathed Katana by the sheathe in one hand- the other, still empty and bare as he surveyed the strange Egyptian beings, and then settled his eyes on their clear leader- the source of the commands. 'I just want to start a fire.. in your heart..' He was muscular in build, tight and compact in the way of many martial artists. His eyes golden amber, bright and gleaming- his body, pale flesh overlaid with strange dark green runes and ritualistic markings in deliberate patterns, each burning with what can only be magic. The half demon stared at Ahmose for a long moment- standing alone amidst the sand and dusty old ruins before her horde.. and then chuckled softly. "This shit-hole doesn't have any residents- just folk passing through, of which I am one. Whadaya want, then?" |
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| Andras | Jul 2 2018, 05:21 PM Post #3 |
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Another week of travel, another empty ruin. With Granduncle's tribe settled in at Andras' new facility the Shaper had decided (with some pointed advice from Esther) that it was time to start exerting influence on the surrounding area. Unfortunately, the only conception of the "surrounding area" was entirely informed by maps that the tribal leader had stored before the Great War and the crude reconnaissance the tribe had since made of their own limited territory. Even more unfortunately - from Esther's perspective, at least - the meant that she, as the only unassigned Shaper representative, had found herself wandering the wasteland with two-century-old maps and a spare fyora in the hopes of finding more settlements that could be brought under their protection. She had basically resigned herself to several joyless days of sleeping on hard concrete floors while scouring the empty shell of civilization for any life larger than a cockroach when the slowly building roar of a descending shuttle woke her from her doze. She rose and cautiously padded into the adjoining room - this one with a window that looked down on the main street into the city -and peered through the broken glass as the vessels disgorged its passengers. Mummies. An entire troop of embalmed humans, somehow animated, marched into position and demanded the town's attention. Good luck with that, she thought, just as someone stepped out to confront this unnatural invasion. Another drifter, by the sound of it, who was more than happy to inform the newcomer of the same population shortage that the Agent herself had discovered. This could be interesting. She peered cautiously around the empty frame and listened to what the mummy queen had to say. |
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| Ahmose | Jul 2 2018, 07:50 PM Post #4 |
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"Directions and information regarding the local area." Ahmose calmly answered the question posed to her by this man. His amber eyes, pale skin and quite frankly odd garb caught Ahmose's attention. She kept a tight hold upon her staff, flanked as she was by her soldiers, closely observing this individual. The light reflected off the gold that comprised the majority of her attire creating an almost blinding display of light. It was rather gaudy to be precise especially given how Ahmose's burial mask was made of solid gold. Thankfully, the temperature did not bother her on account of her undead state. "Is that music?...Asim. Take a few men. Reconnoiter the surroundings." Despite Ahmose's Tomb Guard being pretty much soulless slaves, she was still a soft hearted ruler that strove to at least treat them as people. One of Ahmose's guards, Asim most likely, began to walk away closely followed by two of their fellows. They began shuffling towards the sound of the music which just so happened to begin leading them towards Esther's location. "More specifically, I am searching for a suitable location with which to establish a centre of military power." Ahmose's goal was to establish a small outpost for the sole sake of merely keeping an eye on this planet but also in case she ever needed a place to retreat; a de-centralised power structure was preferable to a centralised one just in case anything un-towered happened. "To that end, it needs an intact structure location in a defensible position. Your services may be rewarded if you prove yourself useful." Was that the best way to go about to? To merely promise the possibility of a reward? Instead of confirming it down right? Or should Ahmose have instead used violence? Despite her outwardly cool exterior, which may have been down to her mask and inability to form facial expressions, internally she was wracked by doubt. She was unsure if showing a softer hand was the best way to get what she wanted. Her father would have just taken the information from this man through violence but to Ahmose? It seemed more than a little cruel to do things that way...ahhhh she didn't know! |
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