Quixilly bursts through the door. Peace in your personal quarters never lasts long. "What is it, Quixilly?" you demand impatiently.
"It’s that dig Brother-General", Quixilly responds. She's obviously run a long distance as she's panting heavily. She continues, "We've found something. You better come and see for yourself".
After a few hours journey you arrive at the archaeological dig. Instantly you are shocked by what you see: a large and glorious temple, several kilometres across, has been discovered. The team there are confident that far greater discoveries still await them underground and eagerly continue digging. As there's no harm in looking through what's been uncovered so far, you decide to stroll through the surface passageways.
There are images carved into these walls. This place is so old yet a surprising amount of colour and detail has been retained. This seems to be a story of some kind--there are panels with hieroglyphics underneath. The images vary greatly; there's a naked boy with a small demon on his shoulder, an angel, the depths of space, lands rising out of the ocean, and a purple and olive male dragon.
What do these pictures mean? Unfortunately the hieroglyphics are completely alien to you. But whoever these people were they were very powerful. That last image--the purple dragon--disturbs you. Even this ancient carving of this dragon holds so much... evil... hatred... want... you have to look away. The hieroglyphics beneath the image have been stretched away. Even when your team is able to decipher the rest of this wall they will never be able to learn this dragon's name.
Your heart has been moved by the incident that occurred this morning at Altar of Light. Without warning a band of Carnivines attacked the city risking many lives. Your security advisor, Quixilly, has been debriefing the defenders and assembling a profile of these strange creatures. Normally, you deliberately avoid her meetings for they drone on with little real benefit but today you have made a point to sit in. You better keep awake... don't want a hostile security advisor!
"...from what the security at Altar of Light have to say it appears that these creatures attack using psychic attacks", Quixilly drones.
"You mean they're telepaths--these 'carnivine' things?" you interject, your curiosity piped.
"Somewhat", Quixilly replies. "It appears that they are unable to read minds, or control them. They merely cause..." She pauses for a moment to choose her words. "Static. They can project illusions and distractions into a victim's mind, allowing them to approach him and destroy him without risk of taking damage. Their plant-like bodies seem to be quite fragile--if it wasn't for this ability they'd be useless in combat."
"Interesting..." you ponder. "If we could bring these creatures into our service, they could prove to be an invaluable asset."
"Politics are your area, Brother-General, not mine", Quixilly retorts sharply. She looks clearly more interested in attacking these creatures than allying with them. Still, it is an avenue of thought for later. What is more pressing is that these creatures are a threat now, and must be dealt with accordingly.
"What do you suggest I do about these carnivines?"
"Experienced troops are able to withstand the mental attack for longer periods of time. Deploy such troops in cities located near vines--those plants seem to be linked to the carnivines. I've also been putting together plans for 'outposts'--small towers that can spot approaching enemies and warn nearby defenders. These should help us enormously against threats like these."
Would it be okay if I tried to load the same save and continue from there?
I feel that way every morning, when I wake up and remember I'm not Kilkakon.;lol
Sorry. :( I feel pretty terrible about it.
Sorry. :( I feel pretty terrible about it.Don't. Feel happy you have fans.
Fields of lush green grass. Skies full of white clouds. Oceans of sparkling blue. It seems like so long ago when you were living your ordinary human life back on Earth. Still, no time to live in the past. You have a new life now, and while strange, is very pleasant indeed. This new world is less tainted--it's almost as if it was designed to be somewhat paradisiacal. Sure, the widespread nudity took some getting used to but it seems harmless enough.
It's fun to stop and think for a bit. It's a pleasant night to be on the beach with the waves playfully tickling your toes. You lie backwards against the dry sand. Even the stars are unfamiliar and alien to you. Unsurprising, considering you're not on Earth anymore.
A noise. Somebody's behind you. "Quixilly?" you sing out. No response--something's grabbed your foot! Struggling to get free, you twist and turn, eventually breaking loose. You stand up and are horrified by what you see: vines have overgrown the entire beach! Quickly you eye out a path and run for your life, narrowing escaping the creeping growth. At a safe distance, you stop and pant for breath. You have never seen such alarmingly explosive vine growth before... nor do you ever want to experience it firsthand again.
That rather dangerous evening on the beach was not to be the last of these explosive vine growths. Lighthouse of Truth has reported nearby vines performing in a similar way and vine activity on the outskirts of your territory is also increasing. It's concerning--it's hard enough to manage domestic and interfactional affairs alone without having to worry about native life problems all the time.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your throne room door. "You may enter", you beckon frustratingly. That's the bad thing about being a Brother-General: no time for thinking in this job! Quixilly enters... and she looks really tired. She doesn't look like she's slept for days.
"Brother-General", she begins moaningly.
"Yes?", you respond compassionately. "What is it?"
"It's the carnivines... and the vines", she replies, sitting down upon a nearby stool. "Our relations with them are largely positive. We've even recruited some of them to use in our own armies. And yet... they are attacking us as well."
"I've been thinking about the same thing... what have you figured out Quixilly?"
"Somebody else is using these creatures against us Brother-General. I don't know who, I don't know why, but it's the only thing that makes sense... otherwise these carnvines wouldn't be so duplex...", her voice fades off. "Listen Brother-General. Whoever is doing this must be very powerful. They have control of the one of the base elements of this world, those vines and carnivines."
"Thank you for your thoughts, Quixilly. You better go to bed, you look really tired! I shall keep what you have said in mind."
"Thank you, Brother-General." She walks off. Her words still ring in your mind. Who could wield such power as to control an entire planet?
Artists are soooo high maintenance... ;).
The main reason for the delay is so the thing is finished. :) There's a few quotes and stuff to record. Still I should probably keep going on this as it's the only thing that's got any interest going.
I'll do what I can. :D I'll be good to finish this off and prove I can actually hold my own.
As you say, hard to keep up with updating things, full time employment and actually wanting to play something for fun. :(