Spell Effects 1744
A dark peace had settled over Asia. A peace before the storm. The Priest King could feel it, some might say he felt it in his bones but he, the one who had seen it all had clearer and more reliable ways to tell such things.
He watched the petty intrigue in Korea as Roeyl established himself there (core on Pusan) and worked on removing Qutb’s influence from the mainland (Nippon loses core on Pusan). He watched Qutb revive himself from the shadow lands and ward himself, but none of the brothers were interested in Qutb. He watched Alvaro perhaps more intently than most as the HorseLord also tried to protect himself with magic yet surprisingly there again noone was interested in Alvaro except Amzad who did little more than work at removing Alvaro’s remaining influence over the Uzbeks (Alvaro loses core). And there the Priest King paused. He had missed something. Something was clearly coming down!
He sped with his astral eye south over the mountains, and then east and south across the hills and swamps of south east asia and there he spied Gothmog preparing his spells and warding himself from attack. He had tried to warn them, yes how he had kept warning Alesso and others to beware, yet none listened. He watched now as Gothmog drew his attention west and cast his mighty power at the Mughals and Amzad.
Amzad?
The priest king was astonished., yet perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Gothmog had fought Amzad before after all for strange reasons the Priest King was still trying to figure out. When Gothmog had finally spent himself his shadow had cast a dark pale over the Mughal lands lowering unrest (-3) and bringing the city of Delhi to its knees. Even the spell of shielding Amzad had raised had done nothing to protect his lands from this devastation.
Delhi was struck as though by an angry God. Madness reigned. Local government practically evaporated (tax collector, legal counsel, governor GONE), the conscription center was overrun by rioters, and fully one quarter of the population died during those days of madness. The spirit of the people had taken a hard blow (base MP -2, base tax -2) and when they looked to the Spirit of India to protect them the general was not present to lessen the blow. In the end order prevailed and after a few weeks the shadow dissipated. At the height of the troubles the rebellious populace threatened the governor of the city himself, but his wrath and the valour of his chosen guard defended his ultimate fortress. Only minor damage was suffered in the defense [fortress -1].
The power of the spell was such that all with even an inkling of power were able to trace the source of the devastation back to Vientiene and Gothmog. Alesso, Bistami, Amzad, Reoyl. Even Qutb and Alvaro the furthest from the center of the attack had to shield their minds from the concussion and had no trouble at all tells from whence it came. Some even recognised the spells from decades past, for this wasn’t the first time Gothmog had used it on one of the brothers and doubtless it wouldn’t be the last.
Even whilst this devastation was striking Delhi Gothmog also came under attack, yet it seems he was at least partially ready for his foe for his defensive ward was enough to block the repeated attempts at sowing unrest across his land (-6 stab blocked in total). Even so his strength was not enough to save the naval manufactory at Santal from destruction as arcs of fire struck down from the sky burning the docks and yards to sinders, and nor could he fend off the curse that embroiled his very being despite his defenses (-2 Mil curse).
The priest king turned away. He knew now who else was playing with fire and it only confirmed his earlier fear. Where could he look to counter this threat? Alesso was too peaceful and would never take action unless it was forced upon him, Bistami just sat in the city of Victory summoning ever greater amounts of gold. Qutb? He tried to fight his dark soul and reach for the light yet he was far far away, too far for the grisly task the Priest King now required.
A dark peace had settled over Asia. A peace before the storm. The Priest King could feel it, some might say he felt it in his bones but he, the one who had seen it all had clearer and more reliable ways to tell such things.
He watched the petty intrigue in Korea as Roeyl established himself there (core on Pusan) and worked on removing Qutb’s influence from the mainland (Nippon loses core on Pusan). He watched Qutb revive himself from the shadow lands and ward himself, but none of the brothers were interested in Qutb. He watched Alvaro perhaps more intently than most as the HorseLord also tried to protect himself with magic yet surprisingly there again noone was interested in Alvaro except Amzad who did little more than work at removing Alvaro’s remaining influence over the Uzbeks (Alvaro loses core). And there the Priest King paused. He had missed something. Something was clearly coming down!
He sped with his astral eye south over the mountains, and then east and south across the hills and swamps of south east asia and there he spied Gothmog preparing his spells and warding himself from attack. He had tried to warn them, yes how he had kept warning Alesso and others to beware, yet none listened. He watched now as Gothmog drew his attention west and cast his mighty power at the Mughals and Amzad.
Amzad?
The priest king was astonished., yet perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Gothmog had fought Amzad before after all for strange reasons the Priest King was still trying to figure out. When Gothmog had finally spent himself his shadow had cast a dark pale over the Mughal lands lowering unrest (-3) and bringing the city of Delhi to its knees. Even the spell of shielding Amzad had raised had done nothing to protect his lands from this devastation.
Delhi was struck as though by an angry God. Madness reigned. Local government practically evaporated (tax collector, legal counsel, governor GONE), the conscription center was overrun by rioters, and fully one quarter of the population died during those days of madness. The spirit of the people had taken a hard blow (base MP -2, base tax -2) and when they looked to the Spirit of India to protect them the general was not present to lessen the blow. In the end order prevailed and after a few weeks the shadow dissipated. At the height of the troubles the rebellious populace threatened the governor of the city himself, but his wrath and the valour of his chosen guard defended his ultimate fortress. Only minor damage was suffered in the defense [fortress -1].
The power of the spell was such that all with even an inkling of power were able to trace the source of the devastation back to Vientiene and Gothmog. Alesso, Bistami, Amzad, Reoyl. Even Qutb and Alvaro the furthest from the center of the attack had to shield their minds from the concussion and had no trouble at all tells from whence it came. Some even recognised the spells from decades past, for this wasn’t the first time Gothmog had used it on one of the brothers and doubtless it wouldn’t be the last.
Even whilst this devastation was striking Delhi Gothmog also came under attack, yet it seems he was at least partially ready for his foe for his defensive ward was enough to block the repeated attempts at sowing unrest across his land (-6 stab blocked in total). Even so his strength was not enough to save the naval manufactory at Santal from destruction as arcs of fire struck down from the sky burning the docks and yards to sinders, and nor could he fend off the curse that embroiled his very being despite his defenses (-2 Mil curse).
The priest king turned away. He knew now who else was playing with fire and it only confirmed his earlier fear. Where could he look to counter this threat? Alesso was too peaceful and would never take action unless it was forced upon him, Bistami just sat in the city of Victory summoning ever greater amounts of gold. Qutb? He tried to fight his dark soul and reach for the light yet he was far far away, too far for the grisly task the Priest King now required.
