6 Centuries ago 6 witches began their incantation on a distant, windswept island Their feverish whisper lasting 6 days and 6 hours and 6 minutes, repeating over and over, always in perfect sixes. Year after year, decade after decade, century after century their lips mouthed the words of prayer most dark, most foul, dripping with poison. For six long centuries their six cohorts of six soldiers burrowed deeper and built higher, six great fortresses with six greater tower, six great gates and six deep dark labyrinths below. And today, today their dark labour is complete. The six cohorts of warriors and their six captains don their weapons and armor, gleaming with a shining darkness most unsettling. Their appetites voracious, the great cauldron empty, their ever laughing, ever smiling, ever hungering goddess begins to stir....Welcome to VVITCH CULT! It's quite simple, a cover of 6 witches, have six captain that commands 6 raiders. You raid as your goddess commands you, eternally, without ceasing, without mercy. You raid for slaves, you raid for sacrifices, you raid for treasure, you raid for glory, you raid for power, you raid to fulfill your own lust for blood. You hear her, whispering in your head, whispering in your heart, whispering in your soul. "I thirst....."she whispers.From your great island fortresses, dug 666 feet deep into the earth, with towers stretching 666 feet into the sky, your great vvitches close their eyes, levitating off the ground, and begin to commune, where shall we raid first? Their whispers echo off the slick stone silo walls at the center of the island fortress. (FIRST TO 3 DECIDES [EAST, SOUTH, WEST])
1 Day away:To the EAST juts a peninsula, dotted by small farms and ranches. Herders and farmers of human origin in small number are found here. The smell and taste sight and sound of their warm hot blood splashing in the great cauldron pleases your goddess. To the SOUTH lay the marshes of the frog folk, their blood is unclean to you. They are not to sacrificed, as commanded by your ever thirsting goddess. The speak a simple language and have simple stone tools. Their amphibious nature makes the marshes the perfect home for them, providing all they need. Your people never have friendly relations with anyone, though both you and the frog folk have no disdain for each other, and have traded in the past.2 days awayTo the WEST lay the beaches that lead to the island kingdom. The beaches are not populated, bar the odd fisherman’s hut, but one day of a brisk march and their densely populated human cities appear. Hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of humans, as well as the odd member of another race here and there.
>>6138490>WESTOnwards! Our ambition runs like blood in our veins! Also VV, just for clarity, use a >to prompt players for the vote
>>6138490>East
>>6138490>West
>VVest
>WESTNot a sail, not an oar, and yet, the six black obsidian galleys cut through the water westwards, their obsidian hulls gleaming in the sun. Swifter than any ship in the seas, propelled by the power of the witches, in search of fresh victims to satiate the insatiable hunger. The raiders check their equipment, the nets, the chains, the shackles. Their curved, wicked blade practically singing, thirsting, unquenchable. Your ever thirsting, ever loving goddess smiles on you, the witches' prayers will be answered.Your obsidian galleys make it to the picturesque shores, and other than an old fisherman who is quickly chained and forced into the hold below, no one is the wiser to your coming. The raiders begin their grim silent march, lockstep and without a word. Twisted grins painted on their faces, their sharp teeth gleaming, their parched throats thirsting. They take a primitive human road towards the known settlements, marching patiently while the witches guide them. >roll a d3, a d6 and a d8
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6138843
>>6138845Just your luck! As the raiders approach, they notice festivities at the human city. Some sort of harvest festival perhaps? No matter, the city is practically bursting at the seams with crowds, party goers, entire families and visitors from other parts of the kingdoms. Their bellies full of wine and cider, easy pickings for the raiders.
Rolled 2 (1d6)>>6138843
Rolled 7 (1d8)>>6138843
>>6138861The guard are sparse, less than what would be found on a regular day at the city, and quite a few have taken to drinking, joining in with the marry crowd of revelers. >>6138892The raiders fall upon the drunken party goers with a fury, their weapons making quick work of the few guard sober enough to resist, cutting through the primitive iron armor with ease. The human cattle are quick to give themselves up, begging and pleading and screaming for mercy, hoping against hope their cooperation will find them some small mercy. Those that resist are quick netted and shackled. This was a great harvest!The chain gangs are quickly formed, and any that continue to resist are quickly eaten by the raiders, their needle like teeth sawing through flesh and bone with a rapacious fervor. Eyes, ears and fingers are a delectable treat for the raiders, with some human captives losing all three before being forced to be part of the chain gangs. The raiders take perverse pleasure in eating screaming young children alive in front of their families, their wails and sobbing ringing in the alleyways, reaching the great ears of your ever loving, ever thirsting goddess.Will the raiders:>LEAVE SILENTLYLeave as quick as they came, quick to return to their island fortress, leaving no mark of what has happened. There are survivors, hidden, horrified at what has been witnessed, who will surely tell your tale.>BURN IT ALLEverything. Nothing remains but ashes. The kingdom will realize something terrible has happened, but what? No remains. No survivors. The column of black smoke ascending to the heaven will be the only thing that remains.>CLEAN SWEEPEvery house, every hovel, every brothel, every temple. Everything will be checked for survivors. This will take an extra day to do thoroughly, and who knows what might come along in that time. Is the harvest festival over? Are there more people coming? Will the king arrive with his full retinue?
>>6138937>>BURN IT ALL
I should add, first to 3
>>6138937>CLEAN SWEEPBLOOD!!!
>>6138937>BURN IT ALL
>>6138937>>BURN IT ALLQM it's been 3 days don't flake that quickly... also there are 6 squads of 7 raiders each? (captain + 6 raiders) Another thing is that you have to consider the impact of distance. West was 2 days and the other options were 1 day but what of it?
