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Post by Gandigan on Jul 21, 2023 1:12:23 GMT -5
The sun was out in full force; Gandigan wiped the sweat from his forehead before taking another step into the dense forest ahead. The Mazoku warrior was nearing in on two weeks until his plan to construct a grand city in the Outer Plait would be put into motion. He had recruited many allies for this task, including Mollusc, Nero and Treses, but there was always more to be done; always more that he could do. Today was another recruiting day.
Not for anyone in particular, but for more settlers for this city of his. Cities didn't mean much without people, and Gandigan was in a great need of people right now. The Capax clan was well populated, and would make for good citizens he thought, but they were only a start. There were dozens upon dozens of other Mazoku clan; each one with their own unique customs and beliefs. The smallest of these clans were often preyed upon, and sometimes forcibly absorbed into others. These were the ones Gandigan was searching for.
He was offering them shelter, safety from both the environment and the larger of the Mazoku clans, and he was offering them a choice; something that they didn't often receive. The Ubric clan and the Tapete clan were two more additions he had managed to forge an alliance with. The Ubrics were small, with only around ten members in total, who held water in great reference. Gandigan promised easy assess to a nearby river for their comforts. The Tapete clan were a bit larger at fifteen; they were sculptors by trade, and displayed to Gandigan many great works of art. He promised them an ample supply of wood from the nearby forests so that they would never go for want.
Every clan had some demands before they would agree on anything, which is nothing more than Gandigan had expected. Some were small, others so great that he could not afford. The Surien Clan, whom Gandigan would sooner forget, practiced cannibalism, and demanded 'offerings' to keep them satisfied. The thought reminded him of the experience with Amon, turning his stomach. When the Namekian showed his wraith they attempted to bargain down to corpses, but by then it was too far gone. Gandigan told them that they should relocate, as if he were to come upon them again they wouldn't receive words.
Many had decided to flee upon first sensing Gandigan, choosing the comfort of what they knew (be it as difficult as it was) rather than the uncertainty that he might bring. Today had been a poor day in terms of negotiations. Only one tribe he had come across; they wouldn't open their doors for him. So he left, deeper in the forests; maybe deeper than he had ever been before. Feeling exhausted, Gandigan found a seat on the bed of a nearby pond and drank heavily. Within the reflection of the water he noticed several Mazoku sneaking up on him, spears in hand.
"Easy."
Not for anyone in particular, but for more settlers for this city of his. Cities didn't mean much without people, and Gandigan was in a great need of people right now. The Capax clan was well populated, and would make for good citizens he thought, but they were only a start. There were dozens upon dozens of other Mazoku clan; each one with their own unique customs and beliefs. The smallest of these clans were often preyed upon, and sometimes forcibly absorbed into others. These were the ones Gandigan was searching for.
He was offering them shelter, safety from both the environment and the larger of the Mazoku clans, and he was offering them a choice; something that they didn't often receive. The Ubric clan and the Tapete clan were two more additions he had managed to forge an alliance with. The Ubrics were small, with only around ten members in total, who held water in great reference. Gandigan promised easy assess to a nearby river for their comforts. The Tapete clan were a bit larger at fifteen; they were sculptors by trade, and displayed to Gandigan many great works of art. He promised them an ample supply of wood from the nearby forests so that they would never go for want.
Every clan had some demands before they would agree on anything, which is nothing more than Gandigan had expected. Some were small, others so great that he could not afford. The Surien Clan, whom Gandigan would sooner forget, practiced cannibalism, and demanded 'offerings' to keep them satisfied. The thought reminded him of the experience with Amon, turning his stomach. When the Namekian showed his wraith they attempted to bargain down to corpses, but by then it was too far gone. Gandigan told them that they should relocate, as if he were to come upon them again they wouldn't receive words.
Many had decided to flee upon first sensing Gandigan, choosing the comfort of what they knew (be it as difficult as it was) rather than the uncertainty that he might bring. Today had been a poor day in terms of negotiations. Only one tribe he had come across; they wouldn't open their doors for him. So he left, deeper in the forests; maybe deeper than he had ever been before. Feeling exhausted, Gandigan found a seat on the bed of a nearby pond and drank heavily. Within the reflection of the water he noticed several Mazoku sneaking up on him, spears in hand.
"Easy."
PL: 100,000
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 496
TWC: 496
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Regeneration, Improved Constitution, Vampiric
WC: 496
TWC: 496
