Post by brutusaurelius on Oct 9, 2019 13:40:36 GMT
The great jungles pulsed with life. From birds high above the canopy to the small creatures that ran through the branches, to the larger predators and scavengers that crept through the undergrowth, all sorts of things filled this jungle with a vibrant energy. Near the center of this jungle stood a great pyramid, made of finely cut stone blocks and decorated with fine carvings. The step-pyramid, like the other few that dotted this jungle, was one-part fortress, one-part temple, and one-part throne room, surrounded by the small city that attended its needs. It is in this throne room where we find the great Frog-Mage who created and rules this particular city.
The gecko, a small slender lizard, stood before the throne of the Frog Mage, known to the denizens of the city as Uktul the Wise, where the bloated and bulbous mage-king ruled the teeming jungle-city from. In his peculiar language of burbles, croaks and screechy notes, the Great Frog-Mage ordered the gecko, a mage in his own right by the name of Arkev, to approach. Uktul had deigned to teach him and the other magically inclined geckos the ways of his magic. Not the heights of it, mind you, but enough to be quite useful, both domestically and in the heat of battle. As Arkev approached, the great Uktul spoke to him about a potential threat to the northeast, where the great deserts and the twin kingdoms of the undead wages their eternal wars for supremacy. Uktul informed Arkev that his scrying had found a warband of undead, led by a potent Mummy Lord was embarking on an expedition to reclaim a magical relic left behind by one of the soft-skin’s own rulers. Arkev was to lead a warband of his own to try and stop the undead. If the blasted creatures were to grow too bold, they may try to invade the great Jungle.
Arkev accepted his orders, then bowed and left the throne room, quickly instructing one of the temple-servants to fetch a map and another to get the tablets that detailed the undead in their shared language of hisses, clicks, and harsh syllables. As they bowed and left to fulfil their tasks, Arkev made his way to meet with the soldiers that would escort him on this journey.
When he arrived at the courtyard outside of the great pyramid, Arkev was greeted by a trio of saurians, the warrior-caste. They each stood more than a head over Arkev, and they carried deadly obsidian-tipped spears. They each bowed respectfully to the priest, with one, Nax, introducing herself, Gint, and Irga as his guards. Another crept out from behind them, having heeded its instincts to hide before the newcomer was known. That one was Irtek, the chameleon. They had been created to serve as the scouts for the saurian troops. These four were to be his personal escort, and were it necessary, soldiers against the undead.
When the next dawn came, it found Arkev and his group leaving the protection of the low city walls and the sight of the pyramid. Each carried their own supplies, though the saurians certainly carried the majority of them. Arkev also carried the tablets that would inform him on the undead and how best to fight them, to be studied on the trip. And so off they went.
Post by brutusaurelius on Oct 9, 2019 14:15:14 GMT
The battle had not gone well. The undead alone had been a tough fight, with numbers and that damned animated statue. If they had simply had to fight the Mummy Lord’s minion, then they may have prevailed. Unfortunately, the soft-skins had gotten involved. The undead had the numbers to try and press against both, but the saurians did not. The fighting was swift and brutal, and while Irga had held against the attacks of the skeletons, the statue had knocked Nax out cold.
The humans had forced Arkev to split his forces, and Irtek was met with a fireball that forced him to scamper, burned and wounded, from the battle before he collapsed. Arkev’s magic was failing him at first, not used to casting in the dryness of the desert. One of the soft-skins, swathed in metal and riding a beast, had knocked down Gint. The saurians were forced to withdraw lest they take losses.
Irtek, though wounded, did manage to silently observe, watching as the remaining undead were forced to retreat after a protracted melee and another one of those fireballs. Arkev was forced to take solace in the fact that, although they had not retrieved the relic, if it was indeed there, it at least had not fallen into the undead and their vile rulers.
The trek back to the jungles was full of contemplation. The undead were still a danger, and the soft-skins were an unknown element. More information was needed for Urtek the Wise, that the great Frog-Mage may properly assess the threat. They would need more warriors to join the cause however. When Arkev and his troop came across a border garrison at the edge of the jungle, he had already come to a decision. He asked the garrison commander, another gecko trained in the arts of war, to spare some troops to assist in his efforts. The chief agreed, sparing some gecko warriors and another scout to assist in the effort to curb the undead and resist the advances of the soft skins.