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Gold: 18900 Wood: 62 Stone: 62 Gems: 20 Mercury: 20 Crystal: 30 Sulfur: 20
Lord Kitten: So..... Who is Xaniza?
Fluffytail: She's the Dragon girl on the cover, and the main character of the Dragonheart campaign.
Lord Kitten: I only played the tutorial and my father gave me this game in a unmarked disc protector.
XD: She's a campaign-exclusive Champion, and she's broken as hell. She had 90 in every stat, if you somehow lose her campaign, you deserve a medal for failing.
Kevin: She's a one of the good old fashioned Tsunderes, not one of those beat you up over nothing types but a closed off maiden opening up her heart to you type.
Mompounder: No one spoil the campaign for Kitten.
117: 90 in every stat at level 1, I think someone at Sharpening Anvils misplaced a zero and the backlash of them attempting to fix the error made the guys there unwilling to touch core mechanics unless enough players were pointing out a game-breaking bug. You'll love her Kitten, she's the daughter I could never have.
Dave: Don't send out man dying alone vibes 117, We don't care enough about you yet. You get a marketplace Kitten, I'll send you some 10 gems for 10 sulfur.
Brann was looking over the map as the messenger hawk arrived. With a quick hand, he unwrapped the message on it's leg. His orders were simple take the goldmine north of him from the Pikemen Deserters then head southwest and claim the sulfur pits from Centaur Marauders deserters. Any loses at the Pikemen would make the Marauders impossible. He also knew his lord had ordered the construction of a Blacksmith today.
"Ladies, we head north and take the goldmine." They were moving less than an hour later.
Brann counted 400 Pikemen in total. Pound for pound, his Spear Dancers could kill 30 Pikemen a charge, though if the Pikemen were given room they would slaughter his Spear Dancers within 2 charges. His Wolf Riders however could kill a 100 a charge and it would take 10 charges for the Pikemen to kill one of his riders. Brann had his plan and relayed ir down his lines.
With a mighty roar, Brann led his Wolf Riders down on the Pikemen. With a single swing of his axe, he had slayed 40 Pikemen. The Wolf Riders came next, slashing limbs clean off and tearing heads off necks, the Pikemen's morale plummeted. Brann back-handed ones' spine into a pretzel before ripping ones' leg off and using it to tear the skull off a third. 2 hours later, Brann was drenched in blood and was doing a head count to make sure he hadn't lost anyone. 3 of his riders were having trouble remounting their rides, but otherwise, only light scrapes and bruises. The same could not be said for the Pikemen, Brann would be amazed if anyone could recognize any of the meat, bone splinters, and shit as having once been human.
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He quickly flagged the goldmine and began his journey southwest to find the sulfur pits. About an hour later, he stopped, it would be a small delay, if he change course wouldn't it? He had seen something a little off the beaten path. A messenger Hawk found him debating and he quickly took the message and read it. Change of priority, confirm sighting. Was all it said. Brann was amazed of his lord's ability to see things he had only saw a short glimpse of. He did as was told and went to confirm. He counted 12. 12 untamed Roc Harpies.
Fluffytail: I just found a group of tier 6 mobs of my faction in my territory. My hero has all the modifiers needed to at least get them for me in gold if they don't offer services.
Mompounder: Lucky, just tier 3 and lower exp farms for me so far.
Brann took a deep breath, steadied his breathing and put himself in his aura of strength posture. Taming Roc Harpies would be hard if he didn't focus himself. He spotted the matriarch, of this flock and approached her. She towered over him, her unrestrained breasts on full display, and if one was close enough to her, so was her lover's slit, slightly hidden amongst the down feather around her thighs. Roc Harpies regularly hunted whales, probably needed anywhere from 4 to 8 to have a proper meal, and Brann had been told they ate them like a hawk eats a finger-sized morsel of meat. If she so desired it, and was peckish enough, he would be sent down that gullet whole and alive. He refocused himself and placed his hand on her closest talon.
"Will you fight under the banner of Lord Fluffytail, rightful ruler of these lands?" Brann intoned in spirit-chant. Her eyes flicked to his army, taking them in with but a glace, before returning to him.
"I offer myself and my flock to the rightful ruler of these lands, Lord Fluffytail and his bannerman, Brann." She intoned back.
Fluffytail: They joined for free, yes!
Puppylover: Don't lose them on an utopia.
4 hours later a scene similar to what befall the Pikemen occurred on the Marauders, It was even more one-sided than the previous fight though the centaurs had been taking high into the sky to be dropped or torn apart by the talons of the Rocs. Brann flagged the sulfur pit and made camp not far off from it.
Name: Brann Class: Barbarian Level: 2 Exp: 500/1000 Specialty: Wolf Riders Luck: neutral Morale: moderate Spellpoints: 20/20 Attack: 14 Defense: 10 Power: 0 Knowledge: 6 Troops: Catapult 170 Spear Dancers 80 Wolf Riders 12 Roc Harpies
It had been a good day. He watch as the last of his Rocs settled in for the night while he read the resource total for the day.
Gold: 17900 Wood: 69 Stone: 70 Gems: 27 Mercury: 24 Crystal: 30 Sulfur: 30