==== Part of SivCorp's Role-playing series The Kingdoms. ==== Exiled from the avian society for his dangerously fanatical ideas, Admiral Yaldabaoth "Greenwing" Yteca finally arrives at planet good enough to make his home. Well, he's not exactly sure whether this planet is exactly livable, or has enough resources for his ambitions, but the long journey since his exile has finally taken a toll on his supplies and patience. Admiral Greenwing was once a very successful military leader, having won dozens of space battles, but once his daughter (a researcher called "Yalla Yteca" working in a secret project in an avian fringe world) was killed in an orbital bombardment by an Apex incursion fleet, his opinion of other races (which was never too amicable to begin with) started changing into hatred. "This sinkhole of a planet will have to do. At least for now. I have to set up a base as soon as possible to then start recruiting like-minded fellow Avians to my just cause." - he thought. No matter how many years pass, one can never forget a training such as the one for the avian military. Skilled in fighting (armed and unarmed), swimming, hunting, construction, blacksmithing, cooking and electronics and engineering basics, Greenwing knew exactly how to set a perimeter and rapidly cover the basic needs in a temporary base. It was a precautionary training taught to every spaceship crew member for in case their vessel crash-landed in a planet. "Heh! an irony it is that I never used this training in my military career, but am using now", he said to himself as he set the last plank in his provisory refuge. It had taken 3 days to finish repairing the ruins he was now using as his workshop and watch tower, and he'd still take another day or two to finish setting up some crops to keep him fed for a while and to dig a makeshift trench to keep the crops safe at the very least from wild animals. He had to concentrate in his work, though, and so he did. His days here were peaceful yet, but one is never too careful when living alone in an unknown planet as he was, so he raised a wall with a sentry tower above as the basic security measure of his base. He'd still have to make a bow and go hunting soon, for his preserved food stocks would run out soon, and aside from potatoes, the crops would still take a few days to grow, even with the turbo-fertilizer making kit he brought. One week has passed since he landed on this planet, and thanks to the turbo fertilizers, his plants were already growing and he could finally take the time to start hunting and recruiting more people for his cause. Having set this compound all by himself after just one week and finding himself still with energy and will to keep going, he realized he had yet much to live and to accomplish, and promised to himself and to the four winds that he was just beginning. He would still make his name known across the galaxy (again) and this time without the leash imposed by those bureaucratic and corrupt fools in the avian government. Level = Hamlet 1 inhabitant (Admiral Greenwing) 21 edible crops (8 non-perishable), 1 cloth source (cotton) No water storage yet No sanitation yet Tools available: Pickaxe, Hoe, Broom, Shovel, Hammer, Saw, Axe, Screwdriver, Turbo-Fertilizer kit, Shears.
Another week had passed since Greenwing arrived at this planet. One darned week has passed and no one has showed up. He had repurposed a bunch of electronic devices he found laying around on the ruins into a radio inside his workshop. He had plans for the future, but those plans could not come to pass if he couldn't gather a small group of like-minded fellows. He had to use that radio to recruit help. But one week has passed and not a single soul had shown up. He's been on this planet for 2 weeks, now, but the last contact he had made with another intelligent being (the ones who exiled him) had been 3 months, now. It was common for a spaceship commander to spend months in space, but he was always surrounded by crewmen, giving orders here and there to assure the ship's well being. This now was another thing altogether. Three months of complete isolation. His mind was already not in a very good state before he was exiled, shaken by the loss of his beloved daughter. Yalla Yteca, the genius engineer with a father high in the military, who got a really big sponsorship from the government to study spaceships from other species and apply that knowledge to develop a massive avian spaceship that would literally home a whole city. Somehow a particularly zealous Apex general found out about their location and the contents of their research and conducted an orbital bombardment that transformed the planet into a total wasteland. There were merely a few thousand Avians there, the bare minimum to keep a permanent base up and running to supply their research, but all of them were dead in an instant. Greenwing had lost the last member of his family, his very reason for existing, what left him as a hollow shell. From then on, he just wanted revenge on the other races, for no Avian should ever go through the sorrow he experienced. His ideas branded him as a mentally unstable radical who could ignore orders at anytime if it meant to kill members of other intelligent races, and he was quickly dismissed from the military and altogether exiled from Avian society because of his influence. But he had to keep going, he is yet to exact revenge on those who coldly killed his daughter with no warning. It seems though, that his patience paid well. Within another 4 days, 2 new recruits, the couple Qiara and Tezal, had shown up in hopes of starting a new life in a new place (for whatever reason would they choose to live with a lunatic ex-admiral), and Greenwing woke from his sorry state of sorrow and self-loathing with a renewed will to put his plans into action. In little time he built a well and a storage room for supplies and tools. Qiara, a female Avian with yellow plumage, was a good cook, and started changing the crops to something she could work better with. Tezal, her husband, was a strong male with pitch-black feathers, not only good at handling wood, but also very knowledgeable with it and with stones. It was finally time to expand the workshop and start making tools, weapons and better construction materials. It was about time this sinkhole started turning into something grand as Greenwing had planned. Town Level 1 – Small Compound Population = 3 Food = (Crops 18/3) - (Pop 3) = 3 Health = (Liquid sources 1) + (Med - 0.5 x Pop 1) = 1 - 1.5 = -0.5 Housing = (Rooms 2 / 3) x (Beds 4 - Pop 3) = 2/3 Morale = (Clothing 0 - Pop 3) + (Recreation 0 - Pop 3 /10) + (Sanitation - 1 * Pop 3) = -3 + -0.3 + -3 = -6.3 Kingdom rating: -3.2 Unhappy, but improving Tech Level = wood/stone Fleet Level = 0
Haha! I figured there were always Lawful-Good or Lawful-Neutral characters in these RP storylines and decided to create a more self-centered character. The sad past is both an excuse for the readers to like him at least a little bit and what drives his story. This last post didn't have the quality I wanted for the screenshots, but expect the quality to gradually rise for the next posts.
No problem. I can see that this story is gonna evolve gradually. And the screenshots are related to that. No matter what direction you take, this is a very interesting character.
Chapter 3 - The Thrill of the Hunt Improvised bow and arrows were made with the help of the new recruits and Greenwing went hunting. And how oddly amusing it was! Not that he took pleasure in causing pain to the poor animals, in fact he made his kills as fast and painless as possible and he would not kill any more than necessary to feed his growing "empire". It was the contact with nature and the need to stay focused (yet calm) in his only one target that made this enjoyable. Hunting was already welcomed because it distracted him from his relentless grief over his daughter's fate, but it also provided food for him and his new companions and was a practice for his future plans, so the ex-admiral decided that would be his main occupation. It's been a while and not a single soul showed up yet to check the recruiting message being broadcasted in this place since the couple Tezal and Qiara joined (which was not surprising at all, given the leader was a fanatical hermit, exiled by the avian government for his open xenophobic ideals and insubordination), but the compound itself grew a lot. Qiara found ruins to the east of the compound, and wondered if those ruins could be restored, both to serve as a lookout tower and as the new outer limit to the base, for they were in need of more space. Being a good cook and having brought some extra seeds with her when she joined the compound along with her husband Tezal, Qiara thought it better to expand the crops in the base and start stocking food for the winter, which they didn't know exactly when it would begin, but they knew it would come sooner or later. Now with a knowledgeable builder with him, Greenwing started making the changes to the base. It didn't take long, though, for them to notice that there was a reasonable stone source to the east, just past the ruins, and they could use it to start making the sturdier construction materials Greenwing wanted. According to Tezal, a Quarry was in order and would probably supply the compound with stone for many new buildings, given how deep the stone there seemed to go. Tezal had never seen Greenwing so motivated for this kind of heavy work before, but couldn't discern exactly if it was because of the prospect of finally making personal and comfortable rooms for them or if it was the same joy Greenwing shows after going hunting. One way or another, that was the fastest work they did in the compound so far, and Tezal could already start working on the stone for the new buildings. - Things are running so smoothly this week that it's almost scary... - Said Qiara, when the three were lunching. - Hey, Qiara, you wanna jinx us? - asked Tezal - Quiet, fools. Wow. That was... Rude. Did Greenwing's mood suddenly take a turn for the worse? But then Tezal and Qiara also heard what was disturbing him. Well, at first it was but the sound of a few voices to the west, but then there was an explosion. Something or someone was attacking Greenwing's compound... Town Level 1 – Small Compound Population = 3 Food = (Crops 37/3) - (Pop 3) = 12 - 3 = 9 Health = (Liquid sources 1) + (Med - 0.5 x Pop) = 1 - 1.5 = -0.5 Housing = (Rooms 2 / 3) x (Beds 4 - Pop 3) = 2/3 Morale = (Clothing 0 - Pop 3) + (Recreation 0 - Pop 3 /10) + (Sanitation - 1 * Pop 3) = -3 + -0.3 + -3 = -6.3 Kingdom rating: 3.3 Temporarily Joyful Tech Level = wood/stone Fleet Level = 0
