King Manly sat on his throne, looking over the five new commanders before him. They had all popped together at dawn, just as the casters from the magic kingdom had said they would. Good; he hated people who couldn't keep their promises. Oh, and one was royal. So he had a son. That was new.
"Well, who are you?" he asked. It was a formality - he already knew. That was the gift of the Krown of Knowitall; hat magic with just a touch of thinkamancy and lookamancy. He knew their names, he knew their roles. He'd know this thanks to his ruler sense, but it sped up introductions. Two warlords, two casters and a royal. Thinkamancer and Croakamancer. Manly was used to both. He huffed, he owed that Luckamancer a drink.
understandslittle wrote:"Sir Tanksalot milord. Tank for short. Or sir if you're feeling formal."
"If you don't mind, I'll be the one called sir, or sire if you're feeling formal, warlord. Know your place." He frowned. Warlords - can't live with them, can't live without them... Titan's testes, he'd need a new chief, wouldn't he? But this one had spunk.
He leaned back into his throne, grinning. "I like you, Tank. Not afraid of me. I guess none of you would be, would you. And you, caster, what is your name?"
Sir Shadow wrote:"Rax, my Lord. Cicatrix Rax."
"A croakamancer. Good. We have uncroaked garrisoned in the city. No bodies for you to have your way with, unfortunately; I wasn't expecting another croakamancer so soon. No matter, you can learn yourself on those we already have. Now, you-"
LTDave wrote:"O Great King! Hail and well met! We stand in awe at your feet."
"I am dubbed Metter Nick von Brawn, and I exist to serve the side, and my rightful Lord."
Titan's testes, a diplomat. Just what he booping needed, and a theatrical one at that. The king frowned. There were some things the Krown couldn't tell you. He merely nodded at this one. Normally Manly would put him on a mount and send him deep into enemy territory on a 'trading mission' as an excuse to get an assassin close to a side's heir. So what he lost a warlord, he got an heir in return - even brought down an entire side once. That was good day. But he needed to be careful with these five, didn't he? The price to pay...
"Yes, very... nice. You, the other caster, what say you?"
0beron wrote:"Omgah Binder, m'lord, here to seek out all that there is to be known for the glory of Lore." The caster bows.
"A thinkamancer, good. I'll be honest, I was not looking forward to manual order." He looked over the two casters. Croakamancer and Thinkamancer. All he was missing was the Carnymancer, and he'd have the old court. He moved his eyes to the last of the five, the royal. His son.
Manly's signamancy was not the fiercest, it was true, but it still demanded respect. He had muscles, he had scars, he wasn't immaculate. But he was no simple overlord, he was King. His hair was neat, and his moustache trimmed. His son... well, Luckamancy couldn't help everything. Macho seemed better suited to wrestling than ruling... but well, that's what he needed. On second thoughts, that Luckamancer could buy her own drinks - she had some cheek.
Sir Shadow wrote:I look around for the first time upon hearing voices, realizing that I was not the only one to pop. In fact, I was one of five... Though I had never seen another unit pop, it immediately seemed strange that so many units of such high caliber did at once. With a curious glance to the King, I realize our ruler must be a shrewd man. "Excuse me for speaking out of turn, your highness, but I am a bit perplexed. The need must be great if you put forth the effort to pop us all at once?" I take in my fellows' appearance, we are diverse lot, clearly not brothers.
The king stood, addressing his entire side just as much these five.
"It was at great expense we took Lore. The old court is no more, I am all that is left. But we are not done. The moment must be seized; Knowitall is in a position of strength, and Lore's cities wait in neutrality. You were popped so hastily so that these cities will not fall to our enemies. You would not know how we took Lore, so I will tell you. We fought a swathe through their kingdom and took their capital. Our new capital stands near fifty move from our old. Lore had five cities when it fell, which is why I ordered five new commanders popped. One for each, and for each an army. You have at your disposal the entire resources of Knowitall, but know this: those cities cannot fall to enemy hands, not even for a moment. We must seize them now before Lore's allies realise what has happened. It is imperative that the new court does not fail."
The five commanders could feel the order being acknowledged by the side, and felt the units recognise their authority. It was a rush.
"Now, on the subject of chief warlord... There is no good choice. You are all level 1, so none of you are viable. I hereby declare myself Chief Warlord."
Suddenly, they no longer had a King. Before them stood an Emperor. The commanders, being so close to count as stacked, received the full bonus immediately. +15. That meant +5 to every unit in Knowitall, more than their collective leadership bonuses could provide. But unless the Emperor intended to fight alongside them, that was the end of it. +5 was nothing to sniff at, but it wasn't +15. It wasn't conquer five cities material. The Emperor knew this.
"As to Chief Caster, I confer that honour to Cicatrix - the uncroaked will need the boost."
Cicatrix suddenly stood taller and looked wiser, more mysterious. The others felt no useful bonus, but the casters did. +1. It wasn't much, but it was something. Hundreds of dots appeared before Cicatrix, some brighter than others. The uncroaked of Knowitall - each with +1. There were 631 uncroaked in Lore in vary stages of decay. Odd. Most were fairly fresh.
The Emperor looked over his court. Five level 1 commanders, none older than five minutes.
It'd have to do.