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Rise of the Hanged Maiden
Welcome to my second Dominions 3 after action report (AAR). In my first dominions 3 AAR, I got my butt handed to me by Ulm in the late-era. Now I will play an early-age Dominions 3 AAR as neifelheim. I’m not going to be posting as much game-related stuff; instead, for the sake of brevity, we’ll move a little faster.
Rocks and sunken branches pulled and tore at the corpse as it was carried to the sea by the cold silvery river. Though the body had been submerged for several days and the jagged rocks had torn at the swollen flesh as it was swept through the cold mountain streams, long blond hair and a fine, though badly ripped and muddied, silk and lace dress spoke of a debutante’s beauty tragically cut short.
Though the wolf that pawed at the river and smelled curiously at the exquisitely dressed figure as it pass could not see it, a spirit struggled at the body, panicked and frantic. The spirit did not recall, but during life she had signed a pact, a pact that would prevent ensure her continued existence beyond death. It had been an insurance of sorts, a means of protecting herself against the suspicions and fear of the Ulm peasantry. When her father’s serfs had finally risen against her, hung her and threw her body in the river, her witchcraft had been stirred and awoken. Unfortunately for the young witch, her spirit did not recall this; nor even, did she recall how she had died. And so, knowing only that her spirit was trapped in a bloated and badly torn corpse, that she could not escape this body, her spirit panicked and raged.
Finally her spirit broke from the corpse and floated free. Immediately she regretted it. Floating slowly above the silvery and gurgling river the spirit watched her corpse float away. Bloated, torn, it had been her vessel. Beautiful, young, with a purple-black collar of bruised flesh, a gift form the executioner’s noose, it had been her short life.
The ghost wept.
In the beginning time seemed to flow strangely. It seemed that the night would last forever and spirit of the hanged maiden was always cold. She flowed through the dark winter woods, slipping in and out of this world like a dreamer flirting with waking. With time the people of the woods, strange giants of incredible stature and strength began to speak of the maiden of the woods. Where her spirit passed trees and crops would die. Milk would sour and children would be born stillborn. With time the giants of the land began to utter prayers to the shadowy figure, to pray for mercy and compassion.
Have a look at the scales. They are pretty bad. The land is one of death, cold and drain. Though the people are lucky and well organized.
With time the spirit grew anxious. Unable to face her the new state of her being, she sought to find her body anew. And so she followed the mountain stream as it led to the sea. Along the way she came to a strange and wild land inhabited by worshippers of trees and twigs who resented her wilting chill in their forest.
Here’s a look at our pretender’s first enemy. That’s actually pretty tough. Those tree-creatures are demonic-nature summons with over a hundred hitpoints each.
The silent form of the Hanged Maiden glides, deadly and beautiful through the forest of the druids. Where she passes the chill of winter and death freezes and kills grasses and bushes. Ancient trees loose their leaves droop, their vitality stolen. The ancient cult of the blood druids will not accept this and so they meet the interloper and challenge her with spells and conjured forests spirits. The ancient cultists cut the throat of virgin blood slaves and invoke powerful magics. Blood rain falls from the skies and powerful magics fall upon the Hanged Maiden. In the end however, the blood maiden shrugs off the unnatural rain and demonic summons. The giant tentacle-tree creatures’s branches pass through her ethreal body. Finally the chill of the grave sets the enemy’s heart to cowardice and she is left alone to search the dead forest for her body.
While you check out our success against the independents, check out this beautiful map. Visually its just so gorgeous.
Welcome to my second Dominions 3 after action report (AAR). In my first dominions 3 AAR, I got my butt handed to me by Ulm in the late-era. Now I will play an early-age Dominions 3 AAR as neifelheim. I’m not going to be posting as much game-related stuff; instead, for the sake of brevity, we’ll move a little faster.
Rocks and sunken branches pulled and tore at the corpse as it was carried to the sea by the cold silvery river. Though the body had been submerged for several days and the jagged rocks had torn at the swollen flesh as it was swept through the cold mountain streams, long blond hair and a fine, though badly ripped and muddied, silk and lace dress spoke of a debutante’s beauty tragically cut short.
Though the wolf that pawed at the river and smelled curiously at the exquisitely dressed figure as it pass could not see it, a spirit struggled at the body, panicked and frantic. The spirit did not recall, but during life she had signed a pact, a pact that would prevent ensure her continued existence beyond death. It had been an insurance of sorts, a means of protecting herself against the suspicions and fear of the Ulm peasantry. When her father’s serfs had finally risen against her, hung her and threw her body in the river, her witchcraft had been stirred and awoken. Unfortunately for the young witch, her spirit did not recall this; nor even, did she recall how she had died. And so, knowing only that her spirit was trapped in a bloated and badly torn corpse, that she could not escape this body, her spirit panicked and raged.
Finally her spirit broke from the corpse and floated free. Immediately she regretted it. Floating slowly above the silvery and gurgling river the spirit watched her corpse float away. Bloated, torn, it had been her vessel. Beautiful, young, with a purple-black collar of bruised flesh, a gift form the executioner’s noose, it had been her short life.
The ghost wept.
In the beginning time seemed to flow strangely. It seemed that the night would last forever and spirit of the hanged maiden was always cold. She flowed through the dark winter woods, slipping in and out of this world like a dreamer flirting with waking. With time the people of the woods, strange giants of incredible stature and strength began to speak of the maiden of the woods. Where her spirit passed trees and crops would die. Milk would sour and children would be born stillborn. With time the giants of the land began to utter prayers to the shadowy figure, to pray for mercy and compassion.
Have a look at the scales. They are pretty bad. The land is one of death, cold and drain. Though the people are lucky and well organized.
With time the spirit grew anxious. Unable to face her the new state of her being, she sought to find her body anew. And so she followed the mountain stream as it led to the sea. Along the way she came to a strange and wild land inhabited by worshippers of trees and twigs who resented her wilting chill in their forest.
Here’s a look at our pretender’s first enemy. That’s actually pretty tough. Those tree-creatures are demonic-nature summons with over a hundred hitpoints each.
The silent form of the Hanged Maiden glides, deadly and beautiful through the forest of the druids. Where she passes the chill of winter and death freezes and kills grasses and bushes. Ancient trees loose their leaves droop, their vitality stolen. The ancient cult of the blood druids will not accept this and so they meet the interloper and challenge her with spells and conjured forests spirits. The ancient cultists cut the throat of virgin blood slaves and invoke powerful magics. Blood rain falls from the skies and powerful magics fall upon the Hanged Maiden. In the end however, the blood maiden shrugs off the unnatural rain and demonic summons. The giant tentacle-tree creatures’s branches pass through her ethreal body. Finally the chill of the grave sets the enemy’s heart to cowardice and she is left alone to search the dead forest for her body.
While you check out our success against the independents, check out this beautiful map. Visually its just so gorgeous.
