LuckyStrike
2013-12-03, 05:36 PM
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The Scumborn's leader, simply known as 'Boss Sharptooth'
When it started the small tribal villages in the mountain range had very little to do with the great wars, so long ago. The hunter/gatherer tribes of orcs and goblins were at peace and had no inclination of changing their ways. This was before the rifts opened up, the fabric of magic tore through the landscapes they loved and forced them to fend off demons and spawns. They adapted, they had to. Losses were massive and many died, being ill prepared as they were.
The tribes grew closer, forming bastions of defense in the mountains. Until but one was left. A mix of orcs, goblins and trolls. Once hunters, now grizzled veterans of a war they did not ask for.
It were truly desperate times. When finally the wars ended, seemingly in an instant, all those that had mustered up the art of spell casting to defend their homes and families died with it. The great sacrifice.
To this day the tribe shamans are looked upon with awe and respect for that sacrifice.
Little was left of their old ways when the wars ended. Left confused and frustrated it did not take long before the infighting started. Anarchic animosity between their own kind. There was no game to be hunted and suddenly the mountain range was a dangerous deserted place.
This last bastion of hope had become a horrible breeding pit of distrust and frustration. Fractured and lawless. The strongest ruled, mean and ruthless. This remained for many years and the mountain tribes had become what they fought against.
From this tough, bloody society an orc was born. He had the same nature as his clan mates and the grit to survive childhood. He could feel the hatred gnaw on him daily, like hungry wolves in the back of his brain urging him to destroy. It almost consumed him whole, and while out on the prowl with a group of fellow warriors he could not take it any longer. He fell into a dark rage, darker than ever before and killed them all in their sleep. He wandered the mountains for days, starving himself and giving in to his hatred.
Delirious and lost. Crying out to dark forces and cursing gods he swore and screamed.
Then the voices started. Like bees, fast and sharp. They seemed to be arguing. It was enough to drive lesser beings insane. One voice called out to him, urging him to make contact. Instinctively Luuber followed the instructions. After performing an unholy ritual Chorion revealed himself. He showed Luuber what had happened to his kin during the great wars and his hatred became clear. He made a pact with Chorion and with a clear purpose he returned to the tribe.
They would pay. They would all pay.
Name: The Scumborn tribe
Ruler Title: Boss
Current Ruler: Luuber Sharptooth
Form of Government: Overlord
Dominant Species: Orcs, Goblins, Trolls.
National Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Starting Hex: 106,39
Claimed Hexes: 105,38; 107,38; 106,40; 106,38; 107,39; 104,38 (Ruin); 106,41 (Resource); 103,38 (Resource); 106,42; 104,39 (Resource); 105,39; 105,40
Official Religion: Superstition runs rampant in the tribe
Official Languages: Orcish; Goblin
Dank-heap: (106,39)
The epicentre of activity in these parts of the mountains.
Unfortunately for the 'lonely planet' type traveller hoping to stumble upon some kind of breathtaking mountain town with welcoming natives gently smiling while offering hospitality, the town of Dank-heap is exactly what the name implies.
It will truly take your breath away because the stench is beyond awful and the poor souls who venture there are usually grateful for having their throats slit which seems to be one of the best things the natives can offer in terms of hospitality.
Dank-heap is the place where Boss Sharptooth and his cronies rule their illustrious kingdom.
- Shrine
(Loyalty +1, Unrest -1)
- Barracks
(Unrest -1, Defense +2, Law +1)
- Garrison
(Loyalty +2, Stability +2, Unrest -2)
- Foundry
(Economy +1, Stability +1, Unrest +1, Productivity +1)
(+1 BP tax/month)
- Menagerie
(Economy +1, Loyalty +?, Fame +1)
- Military Acadamy
(Loyalty +2, Stability +1, Fame +1)
- Stable
(Economy +1, Loyalty +1)
- Mint
(Economy +3, Loyalty +3, Stability +1, Fame +1)
- Bank
(Economy +4)
- Smithy
(Economy +1, Stability +1)
The mines, pigfarms, pits and slums (105,38; 107,38; 106,40; 106,38; 107,39; 104,38; 106,41; 103,38; 106,42; 104,39; 105,39; 105,40)
If Dank-heap is a clogged up overflowing toilet of waste, this is the plumbing. Boss Sharptooth has done what none of the tribes leaders could do before him, he made it work. Somehow.
-Roads
(+3 economy, +1 stability)
- 20x Farms
(Consumption -40)
- 13x Mines
(Economy +13)
(+13 BP tax/month)
Kingdom Stats (No ruler adjustments as of yet.)
Kingdom:
-Economy: +44
(Extra BP tax/month: 17)
-Loyalty: +6
-Stability: +17
-Unrest: -3
Fame 3/Infamy 1
Treasury: 40 BP
Consumption: -36 BP
Settlement stats:
-Corruption: 0
-Crime: 0
-Law: +2
-Society: 0
-Defense: +2
-Lore: +1
-Productivity: +1
Edicts:
Holidays
-None
Promotion edicts
-None
Tax level
-Heavy
Rulers of the Scumborn:
Boss Sharptooth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=726912) (And his Eidolon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=727977))
Player: LuckyStrike
-Ruler
-General
-
Boss Sharptooth is a sight to behold. He stands tall wearing a massive armor. The armor resembles a mutated form of a vulture. It seems as if a vulture crashed into his neck and they then melded together. Which incidentally is almost exactly what happened. But more on that later..
From the collar of his armor stick out two large bones that run beside his head and stick out like tusks. Its an eary combination of jet black armor and fleshy colored spots with white feathers sticking out haphazardly
Over his right shoulder pad appears a vultures head on a long thin birds neck coming out of his spinal area. On his back, two large fleshy wings with spots of feathers can be seen hanging and his knees are both firmly grasped by two demonic looking claws.
Terrible mean and deformed looking claws also cover the top of Luubers hands and they are his favorite way to inflict pain into others.
The whole unnerving suit of armor seems to bristle with life and awareness and the vultures head seems pretending to be asleep. Only when the Boss is extremely agitated or in full fledged combat the vulture will shriek with delight or look around anxiously.
During unpleasant discussions and sometimes even in battle, Boss Sharptooth will wear a fragment of a boars skull on his face. It covers his forehead, eyes and cheeks and makes the whole even more terrifying.
Ergon Hreshen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=727871)
Player: Tiac
- Grand Diplomat
- Magister
-
Player: Rendel Nep
- Consort
- Marshall
-
Player: THEChanger
- High Priest
- Treasurer
- Warden
Player: Entaris
- Counsilor
- Royal enforcer
-
Player: Urist
- Spymaster
- Heir
-
The Scumborn's leader, simply known as 'Boss Sharptooth'
When it started the small tribal villages in the mountain range had very little to do with the great wars, so long ago. The hunter/gatherer tribes of orcs and goblins were at peace and had no inclination of changing their ways. This was before the rifts opened up, the fabric of magic tore through the landscapes they loved and forced them to fend off demons and spawns. They adapted, they had to. Losses were massive and many died, being ill prepared as they were.
The tribes grew closer, forming bastions of defense in the mountains. Until but one was left. A mix of orcs, goblins and trolls. Once hunters, now grizzled veterans of a war they did not ask for.
It were truly desperate times. When finally the wars ended, seemingly in an instant, all those that had mustered up the art of spell casting to defend their homes and families died with it. The great sacrifice.
To this day the tribe shamans are looked upon with awe and respect for that sacrifice.
Little was left of their old ways when the wars ended. Left confused and frustrated it did not take long before the infighting started. Anarchic animosity between their own kind. There was no game to be hunted and suddenly the mountain range was a dangerous deserted place.
This last bastion of hope had become a horrible breeding pit of distrust and frustration. Fractured and lawless. The strongest ruled, mean and ruthless. This remained for many years and the mountain tribes had become what they fought against.
From this tough, bloody society an orc was born. He had the same nature as his clan mates and the grit to survive childhood. He could feel the hatred gnaw on him daily, like hungry wolves in the back of his brain urging him to destroy. It almost consumed him whole, and while out on the prowl with a group of fellow warriors he could not take it any longer. He fell into a dark rage, darker than ever before and killed them all in their sleep. He wandered the mountains for days, starving himself and giving in to his hatred.
Delirious and lost. Crying out to dark forces and cursing gods he swore and screamed.
Then the voices started. Like bees, fast and sharp. They seemed to be arguing. It was enough to drive lesser beings insane. One voice called out to him, urging him to make contact. Instinctively Luuber followed the instructions. After performing an unholy ritual Chorion revealed himself. He showed Luuber what had happened to his kin during the great wars and his hatred became clear. He made a pact with Chorion and with a clear purpose he returned to the tribe.
They would pay. They would all pay.
Name: The Scumborn tribe
Ruler Title: Boss
Current Ruler: Luuber Sharptooth
Form of Government: Overlord
Dominant Species: Orcs, Goblins, Trolls.
National Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Starting Hex: 106,39
Claimed Hexes: 105,38; 107,38; 106,40; 106,38; 107,39; 104,38 (Ruin); 106,41 (Resource); 103,38 (Resource); 106,42; 104,39 (Resource); 105,39; 105,40
Official Religion: Superstition runs rampant in the tribe
Official Languages: Orcish; Goblin
Dank-heap: (106,39)
The epicentre of activity in these parts of the mountains.
Unfortunately for the 'lonely planet' type traveller hoping to stumble upon some kind of breathtaking mountain town with welcoming natives gently smiling while offering hospitality, the town of Dank-heap is exactly what the name implies.
It will truly take your breath away because the stench is beyond awful and the poor souls who venture there are usually grateful for having their throats slit which seems to be one of the best things the natives can offer in terms of hospitality.
Dank-heap is the place where Boss Sharptooth and his cronies rule their illustrious kingdom.
- Shrine
(Loyalty +1, Unrest -1)
- Barracks
(Unrest -1, Defense +2, Law +1)
- Garrison
(Loyalty +2, Stability +2, Unrest -2)
- Foundry
(Economy +1, Stability +1, Unrest +1, Productivity +1)
(+1 BP tax/month)
- Menagerie
(Economy +1, Loyalty +?, Fame +1)
- Military Acadamy
(Loyalty +2, Stability +1, Fame +1)
- Stable
(Economy +1, Loyalty +1)
- Mint
(Economy +3, Loyalty +3, Stability +1, Fame +1)
- Bank
(Economy +4)
- Smithy
(Economy +1, Stability +1)
The mines, pigfarms, pits and slums (105,38; 107,38; 106,40; 106,38; 107,39; 104,38; 106,41; 103,38; 106,42; 104,39; 105,39; 105,40)
If Dank-heap is a clogged up overflowing toilet of waste, this is the plumbing. Boss Sharptooth has done what none of the tribes leaders could do before him, he made it work. Somehow.
-Roads
(+3 economy, +1 stability)
- 20x Farms
(Consumption -40)
- 13x Mines
(Economy +13)
(+13 BP tax/month)
Kingdom Stats (No ruler adjustments as of yet.)
Kingdom:
-Economy: +44
(Extra BP tax/month: 17)
-Loyalty: +6
-Stability: +17
-Unrest: -3
Fame 3/Infamy 1
Treasury: 40 BP
Consumption: -36 BP
Settlement stats:
-Corruption: 0
-Crime: 0
-Law: +2
-Society: 0
-Defense: +2
-Lore: +1
-Productivity: +1
Edicts:
Holidays
-None
Promotion edicts
-None
Tax level
-Heavy
Rulers of the Scumborn:
Boss Sharptooth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=726912) (And his Eidolon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=727977))
Player: LuckyStrike
-Ruler
-General
-
Boss Sharptooth is a sight to behold. He stands tall wearing a massive armor. The armor resembles a mutated form of a vulture. It seems as if a vulture crashed into his neck and they then melded together. Which incidentally is almost exactly what happened. But more on that later..
From the collar of his armor stick out two large bones that run beside his head and stick out like tusks. Its an eary combination of jet black armor and fleshy colored spots with white feathers sticking out haphazardly
Over his right shoulder pad appears a vultures head on a long thin birds neck coming out of his spinal area. On his back, two large fleshy wings with spots of feathers can be seen hanging and his knees are both firmly grasped by two demonic looking claws.
Terrible mean and deformed looking claws also cover the top of Luubers hands and they are his favorite way to inflict pain into others.
The whole unnerving suit of armor seems to bristle with life and awareness and the vultures head seems pretending to be asleep. Only when the Boss is extremely agitated or in full fledged combat the vulture will shriek with delight or look around anxiously.
During unpleasant discussions and sometimes even in battle, Boss Sharptooth will wear a fragment of a boars skull on his face. It covers his forehead, eyes and cheeks and makes the whole even more terrifying.
Ergon Hreshen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=727871)
Player: Tiac
- Grand Diplomat
- Magister
-
Player: Rendel Nep
- Consort
- Marshall
-
Player: THEChanger
- High Priest
- Treasurer
- Warden
Player: Entaris
- Counsilor
- Royal enforcer
-
Player: Urist
- Spymaster
- Heir
-