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Ona Ondor

Postby Huw » Mon Jul 01, 2013 4:52 pm

In the centre of Noore I Meles was a circle of land, a small island surrounded by pink mist. And in the centre of that, people were working.

The Zepplin had become a mound of earth, and that earth was needed somewhere else. So day and night, directed by Lorax One-Eye, the constructs dug and wheeled, piled and plied, shaped the earth and heaped it. Their precious few earth mages created struts, foundations, while others put their engineering skills to use reinforcing, designing...a wall began to emerge, seemingly to hold back the pink mist that surrounded them.


Under Mother Mollal's eye, the cleared land was farmed as much as possible. The plants that had sustained them upon the Zepplin were transplanted, carefully, oh so carefully, into the ground and tended. The Roderra had become used to this meager living on the Zepplin, but now they wanted more. They even managed to get more to grow. Perhaps in time there would even be more than enough food for eveyone. In time...


But it was inevitable. Two miles of land was not enough for what they needed. The council met, all two of them, and had a characteristically short meeting typical of their like minds.

"There's just not enough of anything. We're going to have to bring some of it in. Livestock, builders, wood, steel-"
"Yep. We need to open the gate a bit."
"...right."

So the next day, a group of people were let off from their duties, and approached the gate. Farrek's ritual had sealed it to all but the Roderra. Lorax was loath to tamper with his friend's work, but their people needed more...for an hour they carefully examined and teased out the powers that bound the gate. Isolated the bit they were looking for. Added. Then, they stepped away and closed their circle, replete and timid, waiting for signs that they had succeeded.
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Re: Ona Ondor

Postby Huw » Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:00 pm

The ritual, it turned out, had worked. Only Roderra could pass through the gate; or, now, those invited by the Council. For a while, Lorax One-Eye and Mother Mollal played gatekeeper in shifts as visitors arrived with supplies, even some Orcs and the odd Avian, looking to help rebuild their homeland. Progress on the wall continued, progress on farming continued, houses and settlements began to rise.


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“It looks a bit like the life machine that Farrek brought back, after defeating Velneshar.” Lorax says, looking at the small orb he’d been handed.

“It’s based on that. We had a chance to look at the design before it was overloaded.” The Roderran mage-engineer raps his nails on a rough table. “It’s similar, but works in a different way – the Pure Heart machine could locate a specific soul and contain it. But when the carrier was destroyed, the soul was banished back to the Hope Wastes."

“We know all this.” Says Mother Mollal.

“-right, right. Well, this is based on a similar principle, a side effect of that – when the orb is destroyed, it will banish souls around it to the Hope Wastes. Tear them out.”

“Wait, what?” Says Lorax, pausing in his regard. “Tearing out souls? How dangerous is this?”

“No, wait - that’s the beauty of these soul bombs. It only affects souls that are being artificially held in place – like the urns the machine came with, they were the vessels. A soul held where it would not naturally go, like those urns or-

“-reanimated corpses.” Mollal smiles.

“Exactly, Councillor!” The mage-engineer nods excitedly. “It would release all unnaturally-held souls nearby, without damaging those of the living. You could carry one into battle and use it, leaving your troops standing. Teleport one somewhere."

“Or fire it from a catapult…” Lorax nods, and puts the orb down. “What about the corpses? Enough time and Hopeslayers can raise them again.”

“It wouldn’t be hard to rig one of these up with a Mass Ignite spell that went off at the same time. Or something else. But you should know it’s not infallible. Some undead will have souls that are too powerful, or other resistances… you can increase the power, making them affect stronger creatures, but it’s incrementally harder each time-

“Okay,” Lorax looks at Mother Mollal “I’m sold. What about you?”

The priestess looks at the engineer. “How many have you got and what do you need to make more?”
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Re: Ona Ondor

Postby Huw » Sat Jul 20, 2013 2:35 pm

Withe the wall nearing completion, constructs were diverted to build a hall around the city's centrepiece, the interred sword of the Roderra. Any of the Roderra were welcome, as well as any currently living in the growing city. To attempt to take the sword, to meet here, make plans. When it was complete, Lorax and Mollal asked for chosen representative of all the races came forward, people who claimed to or were appointed to take word back to their people. Lorax tried to be brief when he spoke to them.

"Noore I'Meles as we knew it is gone. This is our chance to start again, rebuild it. The old laws, old wars of this land can be left behind us. Let Humans and Elves fight each other whilst the armies of the dead outnumber them both - we have one important thing in common, despite our racial differences. We are alive.

"The Souless will be back. As soon as they can be. We will need to fight them as one if we are to succeed - no, to survive. Not as Roderra, not as Orc, nor Avian, Goblin - as the living. The living, united. The walls our constructs are building are the first line of defense, others are being planned and made as I speak. When the time comes I intend to be ready to meet them.

"We," He looked at Mother Mollal, who nodded "Have decided to expand the council. And to change it. No longer will it be the Roderran council, but the New Council, of a New Noore I'Meles. We ask all the races living here to join it - the seats on the council will be allocated according to population, not race. How you choose these representatives is up to you, but send them here and they will have a say in the running of this city, the first city of this new land. And, if, when, there is enough land for you to leave us and rule yourselves, you are free to do so if you want.

"We amongst the Roderra call this city and the surrounding area Ona Ondor: the Gift Lands. Because it is a gift. A gift of potential, beyond the wall and in the mists - we could make this land into what we want, A warzone, a haven, a place where the Souless find only destruction, a prize they can easily overrun. The time to decide which of these we want is now."
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