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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Fri Oct 18, 2013 4:37 pm

The turn started uneventfully. The snow angels flew off for a second day of scouting nearby, and Tyrin stood on the parapet of his small capital, drinking a steaming cup of spiced mead. He had seen no sign of the Doctor yet, presumably the caster was busy penning scrolls to sell in the magic kingdom. With a loud pop, the pair of Kieshus appeared at his side, and immediately let out a loud howl at the winter sun. The howl was not quite natural magic, but it was something close. It provided a +1 morale bonus to attack per Kieshu involved in the howl. A stack of the beasts could be formidable, provided they took a combat turn to howl. Tyrin reached down and scratched one of the dogs behind the ears. They had stacked with him instantly on popping, and were intensely loyal beasts, very hard to turn. In his mind, he named one Meeko and the other Misha. He left the parapet to inspect the new treasury and butchery, his new pets following him, sniffing out their new home. The pair of Kieshus made him feel a lot less lonely, filling some of the void of losing his entire life to this new existence.

The treasury was little more than an empty vault with a few scales and chests in it. Presumably, if he desired, gems would appear here. There were also special units that had natural moneymancy that could "work" in the treasury to create additional income. A brief look in sufficed to reduce the upkeep of all units that called this city home. He then walked down the icy streets to the new butchery. This building served an actual purpose. Inside it, any extra rations that he desired to be popped could be stored indefinitely, until they exceeded the size of the larder. Even then, they would take several turns to rot away. His rounds complete, he headed for the tower to continue delving into the meager library. He could not directly invest in improving the library, its contents were a function of the city itself. There would probably be books on farming and the like in there now that the butchery and treasury were finished. The real reason he wanted to go there is to read the reports the Snow Angels had left from their scouting last turn. It would be easier if they had a lookamancy link....maybe he should talk to the Doctor about that. He wasn't even sure if that was possible, but it was worth looking into.

He unrolled the map the two snow angels had made. The surrounding hexes were all mountainous or glacier. They had explored four hexes to the north, and four back, covering most of the northern areas of the city. It was not a complete map, but it was a good one. The road he had been attacked on wasn't even on this map. He guessed it was to the south, or to the west, so they would return with information on it this turn or the next. The report showed a lot of nothing. There weren't any city sites, farms, quarries, or anything really nearby, probably why this site had remained hidden for so long. There was a small cave nearby, to the north. He wondered what was in it. It could wait, of course, but he missed the relative freedom of being a warlord....the security in knowing a whole side wouldn't cease to exist because he was croaked. Many things weighed heavily on his mind, but he shoved them aside, studying every detail of the map. Rulers could not let such trifles as their own mortality worry them.
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Sun Oct 20, 2013 11:32 pm

Tyrin had decided that a barracks was needed, as well as an improved tower. It was very dangerous to not pop further units, but improving the city's ability to make money and units outweighed the danger. They were isolated from the troubles of the world. The barracks had popped overnight, but the tower would take another two turns to finish being upgraded. The barracks had given him more options, now he could pop traditional infantry: stabbers, pikers, archers. Well, almost traditional. The units were Tinuits, short creatures that wore furs and had a unique special that allowed them to construct temporary structures in the ice and snow. These structures reduced their upkeep and kept any non-tundra capable units safe from attrition caused by the cold weather. He decided to pop a dozen stabbers, a dozen archers, and a Tinuit Warchief. It would mean no additional upgrades, but it would be good to have actual troops.

The barracks itself was little more than another empty building...for now. There were beds and chests, waiting for troops to occupy the territory. In addition to allowing him to pop the Tinuit units, the presence of the barracks reduced their upkeep slightly. Higher levels of barracks would allow a greater reduction in upkeep, and allow him to train knight-class Tinuits, called Kimos. Kimos had a horrid guttoral battlecry that gave strong morale penalties to their enemies. It would be very difficult for anyone to invade them in their isolated snow kingdom. However, when the time came to invade the world around them, things would be difficult. All of these Tundra specialized units would do him little good in the plains and hills of Vatima. Unless he blanketed the world in snow, but that was beyond his power. He reached down and scratched Misa behind the ears, before heading up to the parapet. As if appearing from nowhere, the Doctor stepped out from an alleyway, arms loaded with scrolls.

"Hello, my lord, I was just looking for you." The Doctor almost dropped the scrolls. "I have had great success with these, and would like to head into the Magic Kingdom a turn early. I will not be able to transport more than these without making several trips, and that might make people suspicious about why I am making so many."

Tyrin looked the stack of scrolls over. "They will fetch a good price?"

"Hard to say, as I did not have a chance to scout the market, lord, but yes, they should. While Changeamancy is the school of altering things, one thing that never changes is the demand for it."

"Very well. Here is a list of what I need you to buy. Get them by any means you can, trade favors, call in credit, whatever you can." Tyrin handed the Doctor a small scroll. The Doctor's eyes went wide as he read the list, and he was clearly taken aback. However, he only nodded and headed for the portal room. It was going to be a few interesting turns.
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Mon Oct 21, 2013 12:02 pm

Tyrin waited for many long hours while the Doctor was in the Magic Kingdom. Selling a load of specialized scrolls was something that would take more than a moment. It wasn't like he could just go up to the first person he saw, and demand money in exchange for all of them. Besides, he deserved a chance to explore the Magic Kingdom, and there was, of course, the list. He just hoped that the Doctor didn't realize the true purpose of the items on the list. It was too soon for him to realize what was going on in its entirety.

The Overlord looked over the map. The Snow Angels had updated it, adding the hexes to the north-east and north-west, completing the northern half of their reconnaissance. Nothing too interesting there, except for a farm site. His treasury was empty, so that site was useless to him at the moment, but next turn it would be very useful. He mentally ordered the snow angels to capture the site next turn, and he would create a farm there. The cave on the map still stood out to him, calling to him. He felt luck and fate shift in the world around him, if he didn't act in this moment, he would miss out on an opportunity. It was strange, feeling the magic in the world again. Since his transformation, he hadn't felt anything. He considered the real possibility that this was a deletionist trap. It seemed very unlikely, as they wouldn't know where he was, or if he was even still alive. No, this was the forces of existence toying with him, the three demigods tugging at his strings, trying to get him to move in a particular direction.

Misha and Meeko followed him out of the library as he headed for the city gate. His armor had been replaced with the furs and cold steel that befitted his status as Overlord, but he had not found a suitable new weapon. He walked through the front gate with his small bodyguard, and trudged through the ice and snow to the north. The trek was much easier than his struggle to get into the mountains, the very nature of his body had changed when he became an Overlord. This was his natural terrain type now, and he could bound over it at lightning speed if he wished. Meeko and Misha certainly enjoyed the snow and ice, playing with one another, but always staying near their master. The bitter cold did not affect them, and it only frosted Tyrin's breath and armor. He felt the chill, certainly, but it was nothing compared to the frigid cold of the crown.

"I do not think this is wise, my king. Next turn you will have an army to investigate the cave." The crown spoke to him.

"Next turn will be too late. I need to go to that cave, and i need to go today. End of discussion." The crown did not say anything further.

The three hexes to the cave took an hour to travel at Tyrin's slow pace. His armor was caked with snow and ice, furs dusted white. The maw of the cave stood before him, tall enough to admit a mounted rider. The two Kieshus took up positions on either side of him, waiting for his permission to enter the cave. Tyrin took the first step in, and they followed, sniffing and looking in every crevice. The light from outside quickly diminished to nothing, but the burning crown on his head lit his way. He descended down what seemed like a set of stairs carved into the stone itself. That is when he noticed the walls were carved in pictograms. Each one showed a different scene in crude stick figures. It didn't make much sense to him, but they appeared to progress from the beginning of the cave as he got further along. In one scene, one figure was show stuck with arrows, and he did not appear again afterwards. It was strange, but that was not what he was here for.

The stairway eventually ended in a wide open area. Here two braziers burned, and in between them was a large iron chest. Tyrin touched the chest, and it unlocked, much to his amazement. A figure materialized before him, an old man in a red robe. His words reverberated throughout the cave.

"It is dangerous to go alone, take this."

The man disappeared, and Tyrin opened the chest. Inside, sitting on a velvet lining, was a beautiful sword. It was a steel broadsword, almost as tall as he was. Picking it up he felt the balance. It was perfectly balanced for his strength and size. it felt as if the sword was made for him specifically. He felt the air get colder around the blade, and felt its magic. He raised the blade above his head, and yelled. "I name you Rime, may your frost chill the hearts of the wicked." The cave shook with the power of his voice. He had found his new weapon.
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Tue Oct 22, 2013 2:09 pm

The entire cavern shook, and small pieces of rock fell from the ceiling. Meeko and Misha were agitated, nervously milling around, tails down. Tyrin knew it was time to leave before the entire cave collapsed, but he took his time walking back up the stairs. The two Kieshus staying in sight, but only barely. Tyrin was not afraid. This cave was not a trap, but its time in the world was waning. As his boots made contact with the packed snow and ice outside the cave, it roared with an avalanche of rock, sealing the entrance. Part of him knew the cave was gone forever, sealed into the erf by powerful magic. It was a strange magic...a turnamancy spell that allowed the cave to exist, moments from destruction, until disturbed, when the cataclysmic dirtamancy took hold. It was an interesting tactic, as such a powerful dirtamancy spell would take time to setup and cast, and was far too powerful to seal into a trap indefinitely, but turnamancy was the discipline of manipulating time itself. If anyone had a spell to delay time indefinitely, it was the turnamancers.

"YOUR THOUGHTS ARE CORRECT!" Tyrin turned to see three metal golems standing in the snow nearby. They were conical in shape, with the top of the cone finishing in a dome. A glass eye sat in the middle of the dome, and two metal sticks stuck out of the front of the cone body. Along the bottom of the cone were small spheres, like the buttons on a shirt.

"I prefer talking to mind-reading." Tyrin said, Rime coming to his hand. The two Kieshus howled, adding their bonuses to their small stack. "Who or what are you things?"

"YOU ARE THE ENEMY! YOU WILL BE DELETED!" Three energy bolts came out of one of the metal sticks, one from each of the golems. "DELETE! DELETE!" They yelled in unison.

One of the bolts missed wide, one hit Rime clean in the center of the blade. The weapon shimmered for a moment, but was unaffected. The third, slammed into Misha, sending her sprawling into the snow, her side scorched. She was still alive, luckily the defense bonus of being stacked with her overlord, chief warlord, and the Kieshu's loyalty bonus to defense kept her from being croaked. Meeko lunged at one of the golems, teeth crushing the shockamancy weapon it had fired. "That was a mistake. Nobody hurts my dogs." Tyrin said calmly. He ran at the lead golem, Rime in his hands. With all the force of the charge, he brought the sword down, bisecting the golem. Rime glowed green, just like the shockamancy bolt, and the insides of the golem exploded, showering the hex with burning wreckage. The third golem fired its shockamancy weapon, hitting Tyrin in the chest. He felt half his hits disappear in a flash, a neat hole burned in his side, making it hard to breath. The other golem unleashed a flaming attack on Meeko, charring his fur black. The attack wasn't nearly as strong as the Shockamancy bolt, and Meeko was still in fighting shape.

Meeko's teeth broke the metal stick that the flames had come from, wrecking it as thoroughly as the shockamancy one. Tyrin swung Rime around, cutting the dome off of the third golem. He caught a glimpse of something pink and bubbling on the inside...some kind of unit inside the golem. It was an ugly deformed thing. He braced for another attack, but none came.

"RETREAT! RETREAT!" There was a loud pop, like a unit being created, and the two remaining golems disappeared. The wreckage, and severed dome remained behind. Tyrin went over to Misha. Both she and Meeko had levelled, taking her from one hit left to four. The two howled in victory, and Tyrin smiled. They had done their job as bodyguards, and would serve him until they died protecting him. They were good, loyal units.

He looked towards KingsLanding, and noticed how long it had been since he left the city. He whistled for the Kieshus to follow him, and headed back to the city. Perhaps The Doctor would be back with news.
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:19 am

The Doctor had indeed returned from his trip into the Magic Kingdom by the time Tyrin and his kieshus entered King's Landing. He looked shocked to see Tyrin's injuries, immediately asking a barrage of questions to his Overlord. Tyrin stared him down, forcing the caster to stop.

"I investigated a cave, and fought some enemies. It was a good turn." Tyrin said. The Doctor's eyes finally gazed on Rime. "And this is my prize for doing so; Rime, the sword of IceVale." The Doctor went white upon seeing the sword, and was unusually quiet. "Speak, caster, what is wrong?"

"My Lord, that sword....what exactly was guarding it?" Tyrin described the creatures that had attacked, and the way the cave collapsed only after he left it. "Lekdas....how are they back?" The Doctor collapsed onto the ground.

"Doctor, tell me more about these Lekdas....your former side was at war with them, but you said they were all locked away, thousands of turns ago."

"They should be.....I don't know how three of them escaped."

"You escaped, perhaps they did so in a similar manner?" Tyrin said. "There are only two of them left, anyway. If Misha, Meeko and myself can destroy one and damage two others without losses, they won't be too much trouble."

The Doctor stood, and grabbed Tyrin by the neck of his cloak. "Even one escaping is dangerous. One Lekda, with a few turns, can build three more. That is why they are so formidable, they are creatures of shockamancy, turnamancy, and dollamancy. Given enough time, they will build an army and march here to destroy you."

Tyrin pushed the Doctor away. "Then we will prepare for an army of them. With Rime, I fear no Lekda." He turned and began walking towards the tower.

"You sound like someone I knew once, Overlord." Tyrin stopped in his tracks. "I have seen that weapon before, it once belonged to a brilliant turnamancer I knew. Odd for a turnamancer to have a sword like that, but he was a militant mind. He too thought the Lekda could be beaten in a simple war, if we prepared enough. He was against sealing the turn-bubble, rightfully saying it would be our demise, when we should rule the world with our vast supply of casters, bringing the other sides to their knees in tribute. Maybe he was right, maybe Galla would still exist, then, but facing the Lekdas in open battle is a fool's errand, even with the Master's Sword."
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Thu Oct 24, 2013 8:07 pm

"Tell me about the Lekda." Tyrin said, now comfortable situated in the library. Dozens of scrolls were on the tables, all purchased on his orders by The Doctor.

"There are two parts to them. A golem, and a rider...or pilot. The golem is the Lek part, and the pilot is called a Da. That's how they came to be, the Leks created the golems, naming them after themselves, and the Das transformed some of their own warlords into those putrid things that pilot them. Combined together, they are a unit with a leadership bonus, and capable of casting shockamancy and turnamancy."

"They teleported away when I killed one, and damaged another."

"Yes, they retreated into the turn-matrix itself. They could reappear anywhere during any turn. There are some rules, of course....if they fled quickly, then they may not end up where they wanted to be."

"But if they can just teleport again, then they can end up on any turn they wish."

"Not exactly. There are some rules, like I said. You cannot cross your own turn-path, so they could not appear here, and now they cannot appear to you in the past either. If they did, you would know that they existed, and that would change the events that have happened. They could, however, change something about a side we haven't met yet, but I don't think they have a reason to. They were likely trapped by the turn-stop spell that kept the cave from collapsing. Once you dispelled it by opening the chest, they were able to escape."

"What do they want?"

"What do any of us want? They want to dominate all of the erf. They want to release their Masters from the Turn-lock, presumably to finish that conquest."

"Couldn't they just go back and stop you from sealing the Turn-lock?"

"No, for several reasons. First, they were there, so they'd be crossing paths. Also, the only reason they exist outside the turn-lock is because the turn-lock exists. It is the same reason I cannot go back to a turn before we did it, and warn someone. It doesn't work, or the turn-matrix would collapse." He sighed. "Not that I have a means to travel back, but if I could, I couldn't."

"This is extremely complicated. We can wait until tomorrow to start utilizing these." Tyrin waved at the scrolls on the table.

"My Lord, if you don't mind me asking, why did you have me get these? They are such an odd assortment."

"Because you're going to cast them on me." Tyrin stood and went to the door. "Goodnight, Doctor." He ended the turn.
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Fri Oct 25, 2013 7:01 pm

"You appear as a lvl 4 Overlord." The Doctor said, the fifth scroll disappearing from his hands. "The results are identical to the last four."

"Well, it is always good to know that." Tyrin said. It was indeed good, not one of the specialized lookamancy spells The Doctor had obtained had revealed him as anything other than an Overlord. His disguise was very solid indeed. "Now the findamancy spell, try to find Regus, a warlord."

The Doctor unfurled another scroll. "Sire, I don't think it will work. Even real findamancers need more information than that."

Tyrin considered a moment. "Very well. I won't need the rest of these for now. Store them."

The Doctor nodded. "If I can ask, what was the point of that?"

"I am being careful. You don't know my past, and you won't, not for a while at least. These precautions are necessary because of the forces at work against me." Tyrin stepped out onto the parapet. The library now was on the second floor of the three story tower, and connected to the outer walls. In the streets below, the Tinuit soldiers practiced, under the guidance of Jinra Two-Snows, their lvl 1 Warlord. She said little, but her stare was enough to get her units motivated, her cold blue eyes penetrating through to your very soul. "Suffice it to say there are two empires to our south that want me dead. In addition to the Lekda, who probably are angry over me defeating them, and of course that you are part of our side. I wanted to know what their casters would see when the look for me, and ensure something wasn't already being cast on me as well."

"I detected no magic effects, save for Rime. That blade bends magic in a strange way. The way you describe the battle, it seems to have absorbed a shockamancy spell, then redirected it into the Lekda."

"Yes, that was strange indeed. I did not order it to do either, which is strange. Magic items are supposed to obey their masters."

"I have heard of intelligent magic items. They make their own minds up about when to use their abilities, and some even try to have masters that disagree with them killed, so they can pass to another."

"I think Rime and I understand each other. It wants to kill, and I want to kill. That should be enough for it." Tyrin was worried. The last thing he needed was another intelligent magic item. "Tell me more of the turn-war, and how you were spared from the turn-bubble." Now the Doctor looked nervous, but it was an order he was compelled to obey.

"The war started when the Das gave us a gift of poisoned food, designed to keep casters from casting spells...."
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:09 am

"We were a kingdom rich in magic of all sorts. We had moneymancers, dollomancers, carnymancers, dittomancers....but most of all, we had the largest school of turnamancers in existance. This was in the days before the Treaty of Magic Independence that established the Magic Kingdom as a safe haven for caster-kind. We were a refuge of sorts for those skilled in spellcraft. Galla's cities were a wonder to behold. Towering spires, grand libraries, and the signamancers and foolamancers would paint the sky a different shade of any lovely color they could dream every night, just because they could. They wasted juice on whims like that. We felt safe, because of our magic." The Doctor smiled faintly a the memory, the haggard look of thousands of turns showing for once since he had popped.

"The Das sent us a peace offering, which was not unusual. We held a feast with the food they gave, and ate until we could eat no more. Come morning, all of the casters who attended the feast found their juice was empty, they could perform no magic. Then the LekDa attacked. That is when we knew we were doomed. We activated ancient defenses, three thousand Battle Tortoises, a million soldiers of the infinite army, countless golems...all the combined magic stored from hundreds of casters. It wasn't enough. The great city of Galla was falling."

"It was not hopeless, though. Six of us had not gone to the festivities. Myself, four turnamancers, and a shockamancer known as the Master.

"I thought the Master was a turnamancer."

"That is a complicated wrinkle to the story. When Galla units are first popped, we were taken to a ceremonial place. There we would stare into the Untempered Schism, a great rip in the fabric of the universe. The portals that make up a capital's connection to the Magic Kingdom are versions of these holes, but they are tempered and tuned to be safe to enter for casters. The Untempered Schism allowed one to perceive all of eternity. It gave any unit that looked into it rudimentary turnamancy powers. For casters, it was akin to giving a second discipline, making all of us turnamancers as well as whatever else we were. True Galla Turnamancers were turnamancers before looking into the schism. It drove many of them mad."

"I see. So the war went badly and Galla was falling."

"When we saw the devastation, we tried to fight the LekDa in whatever way we could. The Master took his sword....your Rime, sir....and cut through the ranks of the enemy. While he distracted them, the turnamancers and myself found an ancient weapon in the ruins of Galla. It is known as the Instant, a terrible weapon that could only be unleashed by the most powerful of our casters. The Master could have controlled it, but he was occupied. It took a certain kind of mind to wield it, and the five of us remaining did not have it. Donna, one of the Turnamancers, had the idea that if they focused their magic, I could cast a powerful changeamancy spell on myself, and take myself out of the Turn-Matrix itself. I would exist outside of turns, be repopped throughout history until the Erf was no more. I would bypass the rules containing the instant, and use it to save Galla, sacrificing everything I was in the process."

"Naturally I agreed, willing to trade my existence for that of my side and my friends. They cast their spell and I took up the Instant. With my mind opened from the spell, I could see that the Instant was not a weapon that could be used indiscriminately. If I would destroy the LekDa, I had to also destroy Galla. They were locked together in an immortal struggle, tearing at the fabric of the turns themselves. So much magic was burning through the threads that held the erf together. We had used too much magic in this war, and the LekDa had as well. The Master had seen this. When he looked into the Untempered Schism as a newly popped unit, he saw the end of Galla. He saw what I was doing now in that moment so many turns before. He looked at me across the battlefield and begged me to stop. I couldn't. The Instant had taken control of me. He dropped his sword, and fled. The Instant removed all of Galla, the LekDa, and the entire war from existence. The war continues to rage, locked away in a turn-bubble, until something unlocks it and Galla is destroyed."

"I am sorry, Doctor." Tyrin said, contemplating the sword at his side. "Do you think the Master is still out there? Or did he get sucked into the turn bubble too?"

"I hope he is still out there. I am alone, sire. I'm the last of my kind. If he lives, even if he just wants to put me out of my misery...even if he never can forgive me....I owe him an explanation."

"I understand, Doctor. I have a similar situation with a certain Chief Warlord from another side. She wants me dead, but I love her."
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:54 pm

Tyrin stood on the walls as he had for every turn since IceVale's creation. The Doctor stood beside him, indifferent to the cold. The caster wore his thin brown coat, and his brown hair blew in the wind. "I knew of a side called Galla. A friend of mine once mentioned it, but this was a dozen turns ago, not at the dawn of Erf."

"Then it was not my Galla." The Doctor's eyes were focused on a point far away. "Turnamancers have a theory that when something is placed outside the turn-continuum, it echoes throughout Erf. It can cause all sorts of strange coincidences. I have lived for nine hundred turns, and I have met three hundred sixty two units named Tim Burr Tonne, or some phonetic iteration. All of them had odd senses of humor."

Tyrin looked sideways at his Chief Caster. "I can only imagine what you would find an odd sense of humor, Doctor." Tyrin could feel the small pack of Kieshus pop. Next turn they would trek out with the Tinuit soldiers. "We need to find another city site. This one and the farm are barely paying for the units we have popped, even as a capital site."

"Ice and snow with no natural resources, its not a great economic site. Defensively, however....".

"Use the findamancy spell. Find me a city site."
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Re: Prehendo Victoria

Postby tigerusthegreat » Thu Apr 10, 2014 12:29 am

Fifteen turns had passed since the founding of KingsLanding. IceVale had three cities now, in addition to two farms and a mine. KingsLanding was a lvl 3 city, but WinterFalls, a city founded near a frozen waterfall, and Shorn, a city site the Doctor had found with the help of findamancy, were both lvl 1's. IceVale was beyond the threat of being wiped out easily. New cities had provided some new unit types as well. Shorn had a terrain bonus to trade, and could pop short, fat units called IceRoad Twuckers. They were intelligent mounts that had a bonus to transporting non-living materials, including golems. Tyrin had had a few conversations with them, and calling them intelligent was stretching things. He was sure the Kieshus were more intelligent than the Twuckers. The kingdom had been at peace, finding only a few wild encounters, but no true enemies. No LekDa had appeared or any other terror from the Doctor's past.

The Doctor had been hard at work on some project or another. He had made minor tweaks to the units each city could produce. Tyrin was keeping him busy enough to burn his juice, and ensure he would level in his discipline, but not so busy so he couldn't pursue his interests. Tyrin was sure the Doctor was up to some mischief, but he did not concern himself with it. It was likely mischief for the LekDa, should they show up.

Tyrin had formed a stronger bond with Rime. The blade was...odd. It interfered with the spell that made him a ruler. It licked at the magical energy, absorbing some small part of it every morning. A small reserve of it was in the sword now, ready to change existence. The power was not nearly enough to affect the world yet, but it was there. It also told him that he had more than enough juice to control the transformation. He was getting more powerful, even if he couldn't feel it himself. A feeling in the back of his mind told him that the Doctor had used the last of his juice, and that all his units were where they should be. Mentally he ended the turn, starting the next one instantly. It was comforting that there were no unallied troops in the area.

There was a pop behind him. Tyrin turned to meet his new unit. Her skin tone was several shades darker than any other unit in Icevale, most of who were very pale, but hardly could be called dark. Her frizzy hair framed a face with a fierce intelligence. She reminded Tyrin of someone, but he could not place it yet. She held an odd weapon. It was a small metal tube on a handle with several lights on it. The disconcerting thing was that she was pointing it at him. About that time, the Doctor came out of the tower and saw the new unit.

She looked at him and smiled. "Hello, Sweetie."
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