AN: This is a DND 3.5e epic-level character with 22 levels in Wizard with access to epic-level casting.
The feats he has is Brew Potion, Craft construct, Essence Mastery, Silent Spell, Skill Focus (Knowledge(arcana), Epic level spell casting, still spell, craft magical arms and armor, craft wondrous items, empower spell, forge ring
Epic-level spell casting along with rules for epic-level characters are in the Epic Levels Handbook
Essence Mastery is from Feats book by Alderac Entertainment Group
The adventures mentioned are Savage Tide from Dragon magazine and Bastion of Broken Souls
The other feats can be found in the Players Handbook
Wizarding in Worm
Chapter 9: First Day of Hell
Sunday 29, Ellisburg New York 12:13 AM
PRT Officer David POV
David has been stuck at the wall for 3 months at this point. He didn't even do anything bad; his bitch ass boss was offended that he didn't compliment him on his hair implants. So far, it's been bothering the Thinkers, talking to the others about the weather, and complaining with the Capes stationed here. Besides that, it's monitoring the goblins and seeing if we spot the king.
Earlier today, we met with the newest PRT cape. He was about nipple high a grey hat as big as him with an honest-to-god robe on. He looked cooler than Myrddin at least. What was the start of the fuckery was the fact he just appeared, no flash or puff of smoke or nothing. What's worse is that 3 exact duplicates were floating above him. Their expressionless faces were contrasted with their eyes. Determination, the kind you see from people who were hellbent to do something.
He asked if there was any trouble involving the goblins. We told him it's been quiet for the past week. He then asked for one of the comms units. When asked he said he was going to kill Nilbog and every goblin in the town while also minimizing property damage for 'resettlement'. He told his boss, a cool guy but bad poker face, and he asked how sure he was that he could do what others failed to do.
"I killed the 9 in a single night." The boss didn't have any other doubts. He swore he saw his eyes glowed for a moment. He passed him one of the comms units and turned it on for him. He clipped it to his shirt/robe thing and flew into the city. A few seconds later, we hear him fry some goblins and, from what he understands the implications of, Master Nilbog. He gets his horrible contingency plan out of the way and says out loud that he is going to use him like a bloodhound to find his kids. After a minute or two, a blue invincible barrier encases the whole town.
On one hand, he felt that Nilbog deserved only suffering for what he did to the people here. His father died and is probably one of those damn monsters somewhere. On the other hand, this is just sad to hear.
"Ice lance was able to skewer goblin 101 to the tree and has yet to melt. The vocalizations of goblin 101 match the same language as goblins 45-66 but it appears to have an accent."
The sounds of '101' are heard through the main area as he and the rest of the crew sit and listen. It was screaming and crying out for help, muffled booms in the background only seemed to amplify the sound it made. Most of the words aren't in any sort of language that he can guess but "King Rinke" is always in perfect English.
"Why do they have accents? I can understand after multiple generations of mating and being remade by your power create their own language but how does an isolated society of manufactured creatures develop accents?" Magnus calmly notes as there is a sickening crunch that silences the screaming goblin.
"They developed on their own. They teach the next generation how to say my name." the would-be king sounds like he is trying his best not to burst into tears.
"A little arrogant don't you think? You rewrote the flesh of all the people who lived here to be subservient meat puppets for some reason. You could have used the local vegetation but no. You decided to use real-thinking people." Magnus sighs.
"Where is the next nest closest to here Nilbog?" he sounds more annoyed than angry. He hopes he does not see what happens when he gets angry.
"The…closest one is underground somewhat 30 minutes west from here." They were expanding underground? Fuck that's bad. The Thinkers never mentioned it.
"You mean that….mound about 1000 feet that way?" he hears a very quiet yes in the background.
There was a distant rumble. As soon as it happens, Nilbog's breath hitches.
"How many was that? I figured an earthquake would be enough." Christ, he can just will earthquakes to happen.
"267 and counting. They…..wanted to be like the ferrets and the rabbits….." Nilbog can barely get the words out.
"I see. If they were smart, they would have fortified their little hovel against cave-ins. That leaves how many more?" That's right, how many more goblins will they have to hear die?
"3478 of my children still live." He sounded hopeful. Like they would be able to escape this butchery.
"Well, I have to try one spell that will help me in the long run. Where is the largest open-air population of goblins?" there was a pause.
"3 miles due west." There was a pop. The audio cuts out to some wind brushing against the microphone of the comms unit.
"There are perfectly fine buildings 30 paces away from this small camp on this football field. Why did they decide to camp out on the field?" Mangus sighs.
There wasn't any sound for a few seconds. Then there were a few cries that sounded distant and quickly died off. There was another pop. Nilbog was screaming. He was crying out for God to smite this butcher.
"Why? Why are you doing this? These are my children you can't do this!" His voice was breaking.
"I am doing the world a favor by killing these foul creations. They are made from the flesh of innocent people recycled over and over again because you won't let them die. You had every chance to let your creations die off, to let the people from before your awakening die. Now, you don't get that choice. You're going to wait your turn till you are done telling me where all of them are. This will only end when all of them are gone Nilbog." Magnus said it like it was a divine mandate.
"Where is the next closest nest?"
POV Pixie
2:00 AM
Pixie woke up in the not-light time when there was a bright light where Poppy lived.
The light was not yellow like the light in the sky. It was green and orange.
Pixie looked to see Mama and Papa sleeping still so she got up to go and see the light. It took Pixie a few minutes to get there. But it was strange.
The air was hot. The smoke burns her eyes. She backed away to a tree and climbed it. Papa taught her how to climb and stay quiet.
The wind moved the smoke away. There was a crater. It was hot enough to be felt from a few steps away. There wasn't anything in the crater but Pixie was sure that this was where Poppy was digging a hole to store shinnies in. The dirt started to move. A hand came out.
It has Poppy's ring. It moved around to find a spot to grab. It started to drag the rest of her up. She looked wrong. Bits of her face were gone and she wasn't breathing.
"Poppy? Is that you? Do you need to find King Rinke?" Poppy stared at her. She took a shaky step forward. More hands came up from the ground. Poppy's family and Uncle Woody came up from the ground as well. Did the boom move everyone underground? She poked Poppy.
She was cold. Very cold. She should go and ask Papa what to do. She ran to where Papa and Mama slept but there was also a crater. Eventually, Mama and Papa came out of the crater. They were like Poppy. Everyone was still. No breathing, no twitching, nothing.
Pixie was startled when she heard a strange voice.
"Hm. I didn't notice that there was a stray in the groups. The undead created don't seem to be anything beyond basic zombies. That is within expectation but there should be at least a greater undead based on the larger male goblin." The hat man didn't speak like Father Nilbog. The hat man points at her.
Mama and Papa stared at her. Their faces became angry. The growl that came out was not like Mama and Papa. They tried biting her! She pulled away from them and ran. She ran as fast as she could. She could hear them running after her. She had to find King Rinke!
She hid in a big stone place in one of the rooms to hide from them. She heard a bunch of yelling and screaming. She stayed quiet and stayed in the room. She waited and waited. The sounds stop.
She peeked from her door and saw the hat man. He pointed a finger at her. It glowed red.
She-
POV Nilbog
4:21 AM
Every other moment, another piece of him breaks. All he wanted was to live in his kingdom. He did prepare contingencies in case anyone tried attacking him and his people, but he wasn't going to attack the rest of the world. He knew his children would overcome this madman. He just had to wait till they turned the tide.
The madman and his clones hovered over everything, never touching the ground besides when he captured him. He slaughtered his children who were going to be born when the nations of the world tried their luck against him. He killed the weavers who would make the clothes for everyone in town. He turned family against family with his powers.
Here he was, their king, bound by the powers of a butcher to act as a hound dog for his own children till all of them were dead. He could not go against it but he was tired. Tired of mourning his children in his head, unable to even say goodbye as they were turned to dust in front of him. The power that is affecting him prevents him from doing things that the user does not allow but he is getting tired.
He could barely walk at this point; he had not eaten since midday. The butcher ordered him to stop moving. He could feel his body obey but he wanted to kill him. To turn this thing into a meat garden for his children to play with forevermore. The butcher has one of his clones use its power to manifest a large purple hand that surged forth to grab him. Its grip was like a vice and forced him still. The main butcher ordered him to open his mouth and to eat the berry he was fed.
It was strangely filling and his joints stopped hurting. He has these kinds of powers but chooses to do this? Madness, that's all this is. He could shape the world but here he is. Killing innocents while dismissing their lives as false. What was he supposed to do with his power? He needed the biomass from somewhere. In one week, he built a kingdom that had the powers that be anxiously waiting for him to do something with his children.
Seeing the wandering corpses of his children attack more of his own. Each life lost breaks a piece of his soul off. It was so hard to breathe. The butchered stared at him before sighing.
"I need you alive and aware of things Nilbog." He points a finger at him.
"Sleep." The lights inside went out. He hoped that when he woke up, it would all be a bad dream.
POV Magnus
4:30 AM
I sighed. I think the moment he went to sleep he figured out how to pass a message to all of the goblins to split into various pockets. They still haven't busted the barrier but I know that scrying around the land proves that they suddenly started moving from the city. I think it's going to be a few days of using this crazy parahuman as a bloodhound for his kids. I don't mind this but it also gives me a chance to actually use some spells that I never got a chance to test in Faerun here against these goblins.
The fact that the larger lizard-like goblin didn't produce anything beyond a larger zombie leads me to two conclusions. Either these creatures' bodies are generally degraded enough that the necromantic magic can not improve them enough to be useful or these things have zero souls or any form of quintessence in them to be considered a person. They developed language and culture but that could be manufactured upon their birth.
While Nilbog sleeps, I could begin to re-prepare with my Clayclones for the next run. Ioulaum's Longevity provided me with another 138 years of being this young. That should be enough to get a good number of things done before I end up with a long beard. At least, I hope I get a beard. Gods, it would be embarrassing to just not get one when I get older. My father had one and so did my grandfather.
With the newest Necromancy spells tested and cataloged for further testing in the near future, I have everyone prepared with Evocation and Transmutation spells. So far, they haven't been putting up much of a fight. Granted, we did attack in the middle of the night but I think they should have had at least a night guard or sentries or something. I was prepared for a full-scale war. Not this shooting-in-a-barrel situation. I take a deep breath before checking in on the clones on the moon.
They have a melee construct in the works using parts from one of the Nine. They are going to hand-forge everything except for its weapon. The strange claymore that I found is going to be the main melee weapon for this creation. As far as testing is concerned, it's indestructible. It's as sharp as anything I could forge but it is bare of any enchants. The main idea of the construct is that it is going to be a warrior that I can have tag along with me. Plus, I could probably use it to lift heavy things and move large objects with precision.
I should also have them make other gear for it to have. Either a way for it to access it on its own or for a way for me to carry it whenever it goes along. I think having a long spear, a ranged weapon of some kind, a sword and shield set up, and some form of smashing weapon. I could probably use the internet to get more ideas on how it should look but I think something resembling a slimmer Helmed Horror is a good base idea.
Do I make it fly? I'm sure I can just make a magic item to give it wings or something so I don't have to worry about it being slow on the ground or in the air. I tell them to get various models and enchant formulas ready when I'm done here. Shouldn't be more than a few days. I focus back to where I am. Nilbog was passed out in the purple hand. I order C-3 to move him close to the tree. I have the rest gather wood and build a fire. They move the [Magnificent Mansion] while I stay at the camp. I drink a [Lesser Restoration] potion so I can ignore the need to sleep.
I can't risk him figuring out how to get out of the Enchantment spell right now. He might start fusing his creations or boosting them to the point that all of this ends up being a long-drawn-out war. I do however do a quick [Augury] to see if doing what I did earlier the next day be fine. I am given a Weal as an answer. A quick scan of the surroundings shows nothing out of the ordinary but it never hurts to prepare for the problems to just spring out of thin air.
I cast [Alarm] and have it all around the camp as a silent alarm. With all this out of the way, I sit down and begin to read. I need Nilbog awake and since I'm not willing to negate his need to sleep, I gotta wait for him to wake up.
I think like 6 hours of sleep should be fine. I have basically nothing else to do and I don't want to start destroying the city and have the rest of his spawn scatter around. I pull out a book I bought from one of the bookstores I passed by.
Percy Jackson seems interesting. I think I could even get ideas for new things from it.
A.N. this is going to be the Gobbo arc. Its going to take me longer to figure out funny goblin names then the things that happen in the arc. Poor Nilbog. Surely a hero will show up to save him.
A.N. I also have Endbringer plans in the works as well so stay tuned.