Zach Mills, on 28 May 2012 - 11:06 AM, said:
Uh oh, in the build I'm uploading tomorrow, I have a Werewolf backing up my Avalonians.
I better sort that out.
there could be a lot of fraction of werewolves :) even the color of their fur could vary (I would love to see white werewolves:)
As for that pity marketing trick of our so-called guild leader, as formidable in build as in presentation, it is still just a marketeering trick. You have good PR, but we have better warriors, and soon we will sort thing out. Or someone else is going to do this for us, and take reward ;)
Great minicastle, btw, our children build the same, for playing war. Who said you have nothing in common with us? :)
Here's what is new with Drow:
Whit the death of Valsharess, Yvonnel has position herself on the top of the matriarchate. Known as unusually cruel, smart and with good connections, no one wanted to oppose her.
Every Drow has a thrust for power. The more powerful they become, the bigger the thrust. It is common knowledge that the lowest of Drow have no desires at all, needing only food, and roof over their heads. Give them three slaves, they will want few more. Give them a house to rule, they will want a street. Give a young girl an empire, she will
want a whole world...
And what is a best way to get the world? Make other armies fight each other, then swoop and conquer all!
She strongened her relationships with Khaliphlin offering better trade deals, safer trade routes and new markets. All customs on Khaliphlin products were lowered.
She hired some surfecers with lighter tones of skin, dressed them in green and paid their leaders to make camps in Avalonians forests, and launch raids on Mitgardia. She also hired other groups of humans to do the same, just from Mitgardian soil. And not even the leaders of these bandits new that their employers were Drow, as she used intermediary on intermediary. It was so easy, Drow have a lot of money, and no wish for it. Khaliphlians desire money, Mitgardians honor, Avalonians peace with everything, and Nocturnians, power.
But, she knew that she firstly needs to establish herself in her own house. And not all Nocturnians were just quite there, when her leadership is in question. There were few notable persons, few names known through common people, and she is yet to handle them. For now, her glaze is to the all the small tribes, bands, cults, clans and similar, all over Nocturnus, a large army of divided people without a cause or direction. So, she arranged a meeting, and made a special note, saying that she WILL be very disappointed if someone does not show. So, Everyone showed:
slimy creatures from the dark swamps, lizard-folk
water breathing creatures from the sea, from the shores of East,
noble genies from their city up on the clouds,
Drow leaders from other cities, representing most notable houses:
House of dark animal trainers, Mae-Var,
Moon warshiping house of Unar-Kaer,
Male runed house of Kista Enari,
Magic filled house of Maev-Tunar,
And high-born house of Luna-Estare
Ilihtids from the depths of Underdark,
leaders of few notable (and biggest) bandit parties:
Fire dragons, led by a half-dragon iron lady:
Point hawks, archery band-party from the woods near the border:
Steel-shirts, led by aasimar twins:
undead lord of the nearby city whom came with his vampire brides (so cliché, she thought),
fallen angels from the conquered celestial cities,
snake people from the deep forests of Nocturnus, hardened by shadows and humidity
Werewolves sent as delegation form one notable Nocturnus guild member ;)
and others leaders with few thraals from every fraction that had some military or strategically power. A big hall, with one long desk and tens of chairs, and on top, she, the new Mathron mother. She lifted her cup, and said:
" You all know me; you all adore me. I am the strength of Nocturnus, and I will lead this guild to the top. And all of you, each and single one of you is pulling me back in this cause" - and she took a long sip from her cup, leaving gathered people to boil in their fear of not knowing what will happen next - "I thus, I do not need you, and you are bothering me. I hope your transit to the other world will be slow, and painful. Go away."
From shadows, her assassins emerged with bows and arrows, magic and darts, and none of the leaders were left standing.
"Good" she said with smile - "All of you left were second in command; now, you are first. And you can either follow me, or you can follow your leaders (to the other world:). What will it be?
"Praise Yvonnel, may she live for ever!" one man started yelling, and others followed. And, so easily, she enlisted "irregulars" and non-aligned armies. Hundreds of new soldiers, to be put as a front line for invading Avalonian army. And while they fight each other, Drow numbers will continue to grow, and one time, when the time is right, she will strike!
"You will now return to wherever rock you crawled from, and wait for my orders. With each of you, one of my associates will come, and they will be running things in my name. Remember, only if you win, you stay alive. Victory is life!*
*(wow, ST DS9 flashes:))
Ideas for mocs: you can make a moc either trading with these new races, or fighting with them, trying to flush out Yvonnels Drow that were sent to "run things". Dark forests, abandoned villages, ruined temples, underwater outposts, swampy villages, mountain tops, everything goes.
And we are STILL waiting for the head of that so-called-lord-of-Nocturnus, Slithirit, Slithered, or what was his name... Do not make us angry, and we do get angry while waiting...
Some of the minifigs from this meeting: