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The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

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Pollice Verso ~ Glory of the Arena

I'd very much like to join this, if possible! :D

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Time had passed while the Keeper had been within his own mind, creating the first of his minions. When he opened his eyes, it was night, but not dark. The ever burning flames from the molten mountain kept the world around Ulmag illuminated with a red, almost organic, glow. It stood before him, in the center of the crater. The first of his minions, his fiend. The creature looked nothing short of amazing, absolutely terrifying, a vaguely humanesque body mixed up with fangs, talons, spikes, horns and red scaly skin. It breathed smoke, its insides glowing like the red-hot bowels of a smithy. It looked at its creator, uncertainty in its eyes. Suddenly, it coiled up, and moved to strike! Ulmag laughed in triumph as he struck the creature down, placing his clawed foot upon it as a sign of dominance, The creature squirmed beneath him, but soon realized it could not overcome this greater being. Ulmag released the fiend and kicked it from beneath him. It coiled up once more, but this time in defence. Ulmag, still smiling, adressed it. "Good! Good, my child! Anger becomes you, fiend, for it is in anger that I have created you. Anger at the tranquility of this World. Anger at the Beauty that is allowed to exist, uncontested and unmolested. And it is with anger that you will accept your place beneath me, fiend! You will do my bidding, and spread my rage throughout the world. That is your task. Your existance. Now begone, and multiply!" The creature hissed as Ulmag swatted at it, clawing its way into its new home in the mountainside. Ulmag, realizing he would need others to more directly control his newborn children, sat himself down once more in the crater, his Heart resting in his hands, and began meditating on his first adjutant: Gog.

Status

First minion = 3/3
Fiends are humanoid beings accustomed to the heat of the burning mountain, created from Ulmags anger. They have scaly red skin, talons on hands and feet, big fangs and tusks in their mouth, and horns on their foreheads. Spikes protrout from their spine, elbows and knees. Fiends are increadibly warm, and their breath can easily set flame to flamable things. While not being overly strong, agile or intelligent, the typical fiend is very endurant and stubborn.

First Construct = 0/3

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

Arnand had been planning on saying something witty once the legate had finished her tirade, but all he could do once the Argonian called Ukaraz had spoken his piece was to stare at him in disbelief, one eyebrow raised in confusion. Once the lizardman had left, he exchanged glances with the rest of the group. "Well", he said sarcastically, "Good thing we got a one man army with us. Easy money is good money, eh?" he winked and nudged the Bosmer with his elbow. "Seriously though, who the hell does he think he is?"

"Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself!" the Breton suddenly exclaimed, removing his helmet and bowing slightly. "The name's Arnand, pleased to meet you. My guess is I'll be taking the front with Carius, if I'm not mistaken. Or, well, I guess the lizard will be taking the front, seeing that he's already off and all, but you get what I mean."

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

I'm working on it, no problem :)

Dungeon Keepers

BBeast said
Excellent entry, Golem

Hey, thanks! :D

Dungeon Keepers

The mountain of Er, great and holy to the people of Erimos, stood proudly in the middle of the flat desert landscape as a pillar to the glory of the Gods. It's peak, touching the clouds above, was said to be the source of the oasis that lay in the shadow of the mountain. The water in this sacred pool was said to be miraculous; it could cure the diseased, heal the wounded, and turn bad luck into good. The mountain gave freely of its gifts, never asking for anything in return. It had always been there, and would remain forever. Or, well, that was what the preachers used to say. But other people had other plans for it. Great plans. Terrible plans.

Ulmag opened his eyes. All around him was blackness. A cold, hard blackness. The inside of the mountain contained him, confined him, its awesome weight bearing down on him as the yoke of ages. Slowly, ever so slowly, his body began to tremble and move, and with it, the surrounding rock. It began to glow with heat, then crack. A forced smile spread on Ulmags lips as he struggled to raise the heat higher and higher. The rock melted, then bubbled, then boiled. It was then that he started to climb. Clawing his way ever upwards, the heat began to spread through the mountain. He was forming a core of molten stone and ash and smoke, and he would unleash it from the very same top that the people of Erimos held so sacred. He already delighted in the prospect of their horrified faces. He longed even more for the smell of their burnt flesh. As he came to the peak, he slowed his progress and began once again to heat the stone around him with his red-hot body. Once it reached critical mass he would release it, and then...

A small caravan och pilgrims were situated by the oasis at the base of the mountain. Caravans like this one was not an uncommon sight around Er, since all the people of the desert wanted to drink the holy water. It was a journey most families did every or every other year. The people here today had already been here for some time and would leave in the morning of the following day. But first they would feast on the food they had brought, and say praise to the Gods that had treated them so good. The first one to feel it was a young girl, perhaps at the age of seven. There ground was trembling. Only slightly, yes, but it was there. She told her brother about it, who then felt it too, and was the first to hear it. The rumbling from the mountainside. He in turn alerted his mother, who by then had already felt and heard it, and she was the first to see it. The smoke rising from the holy pool, and from the sacred peak way up high. She tugged at the robes of her husband, who by then had both felt, heard and seen it, and as he turned his gaze to the skies and saw what was happeing there, he was the first to speak of it. His voice, however, was lost in the explosion as Ulmag released his built up heat and caused the top of Er to erupt in fire and destruction. The caravan was swept away by burning rocks, ash, molten lava and fire. The oasis, thousands of years old, evaporated in the blink of an eye. A great cloud of smoke and ash blew out of the newly formed crater and spread over the landscape, blocking out the light of the Source and blackening the white sands beneath it.

Ulmag stood at the crest of his creation and laughed, his terrifying visage finally exposed. The Keeper resembled a man, but with great ram horns, glowing yellow eyes, fangs and claws and crimson skin. He shaped a handful of imps from the molten rock about him, and set to building his burning Dungeon on the slopes of the mountain. The crater would continue to spew smoke and ash, expanding his domain further and further. He dove into the burning inside of the mountain to retrieve the Heart of the Mountain, which he would use for a Heart himself. His Dungeon Heart.

Finally, after having achieved a haven and a Heart, he set himself to meditate on the peak of the mountain, building in his mind the essance of his first minions, the fiends.

Status

1st Minion (Fiend) : 0/3

Location: N27 W7
Dungeon: The burning remains of the holy mountain Er
Minions: 6 Imps

Compendium: Ulmag is still new to this world, but has already set his mark upon it by destroying an ancient holy site. He has fashioned his Dungeon from the inside of the molten mountain and has begun creating his first minions.