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post #23 of (permalink) Old 09-02-14, 02:13 AM
Angel of Lies
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Nation Name: Gholgoth
Chosen Colour for Nation: Bronze
People of Importance: Supreme Warlord Durarkul, Master Logician Balgan, Arch-Reasonist Gnok
Races: Orc and Dwarves


National Trait
Metal Men

Army Type
For King and Country!

Conscript Military Units

Professional Military Units
Heavy Infantry, Heavy Cavalry, Arquebussers, Artillery (Cannon), Mechanical Walker, Mechanical Warriors

Navy Type

Navy Units

Flight Type
We shall fight them in the Skies!

Flight Units
Fighters, Bombers, Interceptors

Military Traits
Mithril Armor (Dwarf Racial), Superior Forging (Dwarf Racial), Fearless (Orc Racial), Whirling Cogs (Dwarf Racial)

Naval Traits

Flight Traits

Necromancy Traits

Divine Magic Traits

Elemental Magic Traits

Illusion Magic Traits

Technology Traits
This...is...my...BOOMSTICK, Flamethrowers, Alchemical Alloys, Cannons, Steam Engine, Mechanical Walkers, Mechanical Warriors, Controlled Flight

Racial Traits
War Chiefs (Orc)
Gems in the Rough (Dwarf)

Nation History
In the beginning there was the Plane and it encompassed all creation for it was both limitless and depthless. Within this realm there existed nothing for the longest time until the various energies which swirled within its boundaries coalesced together to form the very first beings. These beings were, by mortal standards, beyond simple comprehension for their commanded the purest energies -- those that spawned all of creation. Mortals would come to call these entities gods and for eons they thrived feeding upon the afterbirth energies of their own creation. After a time power began to become scarce and the gods, who had by now created a complex and degenerate society for themselves, began to go mad with hunger. They turned upon themselves and the Plane saw war for the first time. All deeds of this time have long since been lost to even the most ancient of histories (for even trying to describe them is beyond mortal ability). As these wars reached their zenith there was one amongst the gods who looked upon all their destruction and insatiable hunger and turned its back upon them.

This was the being known as Lo. He turned from his fellow gods and as they battled endless he sought to understand the Plane. For countless millennia he studied it harnessing something he called Knowledge and in due time he unlocked even the deepest mysteries of all creation. He reformed himself, not by magic (to use a crude mortal term), but by intelligence and wisdom. His body was wroth in beaten brass as he grew to defend himself from the jealousy of his fellow gods. Those who possessed power to threaten him were met by his mighty hammer called Reason. Eventually Lo grew to such monumental size that he actually took up a large portion of the Plane as he harnessed its innate laws to his advantage.

The gods were threatened, they screamed rage and envy as this titanic presence. The most powerful amongst them managed to forge an alliance and bring the countless lesser gods to their side. A titanic battle raged when the gods turned upon Lo. Their countless masses poured over his massive form as they rent, burnt, gnawed, and stabbed at him. With each swing of Reason the bronze being smite thousands of them. No being knows how long the battle raged, for minutes or millennia, all that can be certain was the result. Lo was slain.

Though the gods rejoiced they also despaired. Most of them had not survived with their celestial corpses floating in the now broken Plane. This of coarse brought the gods to their next issue -- the Plane was depleted. The energies which they had for so long fought over were gone, lost in their apocalyptic struggle. Starvation and war seemed imminent for the gods until the cruelest amongst them gave thought to the grimmest blasphemy. Their parasitic eyes turned upon the broken form of Lo.

Lo had been titanic in size, easily millions of times of the size of all the gods, for his mighty form had actually taken up space within the Plane. The gods made a pact that they would abandon the Plane until it could heal itself (if that were even possible) and would create a new home for themselves in the corpse of their greatest rival. They burrowed into the broken titan and found his still burning soul. They shattered it into countless tiny pieces and molded them into the stars. His flesh was abused and defiled until it took the shape of the planets themselves. Here the gods, callously, decided to do away with Reason, Lo's mighty hammer which was still stained with the life essence of lesser gods. They splintered the hammer and plunged a sliver of it into each planet (thereby gifting the mortal races with metals). Finally the gods knew that they could no survive forever upon the splinters of Lo's soul and so they took his still cooling blood and gave form to the mortal races of Ravari.

The gods, however, had not expected the innate defiance within the mortal races who rejected their prophets and powers. Callously the gods pulled Ravari away from its splinter of Lo's spirit (the sun) and a great coldness swept over the world. Quickly the mortal races fell to their knees and begged the gods for forgiveness for the cold withered their crops, froze their blood, and hurt their very bones. The parasites known as gods came amongst the mortals and gave them magical fire -- its blue flames would keep them warm and the mortal rejoiced. But the gods quickly took the fire away and told the mortals that comfort and life were not free -- they demanded worship. Cowardly, and filled with weakness, the mortals fell to their knees and offered praises to the gods begging them for their kindness and mercy. The gods gave them magical fire and mortals soon began little more than fat host for the parasites.

But something happened that the gods could never have thought. For while Lo was slain and gone, his soul lingered in millions of pieces. The shreds of his former self manifested for a short time and looked down upon the mortal races in disgust and rage. These creatures, born of his blood, knelt before the very mongrels which had slain him. Lucky for all mortals the Master of Reason held even greater hatred for the gods.

And so the first, and arguably last time, the dead god came to Ravari upon a charred steed of iron and extended his hand to the mortal races. In it he grasped the very essence of defiance.


(More to come later. Remember this is in no way canon or even real events. Its just the basis for a quasi-religion in Gholgoth.)


Army (200 professional units)
50 Heavy Infantry
50 Heavy Cavalry
30 Arquebussers
20 Cannons
25 Mechanical Walkers
25 Mechanical Warriors


40 Fighter Units
10 Bomber Units
10 Interceptor Units
10 Fast Units

Note to GM: I actually do have a interesting (to me) history lined up. I just wanted to get this posted before recruitment closed. Also got some cool ideas for units names and such.

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