pure-hearted, clean-handed watchdog. I should probably move them to Cryl's department: he'd appreciate a few ready-made security agents.
I absolutely needed to do whatever it took to ensure their prompt digitization. Firstly, because I needed them really badly, and secondly, because who do you think I was, shelling out four thousand bucks a month for a dozen green-skinned devils? Take Snowie, my clever albino troll: his unique custom configuration had already paid for itself, having allowed him to go perma with remarkable ease. Now all he cost me was a quite reasonable pocket allowance. Then again, introducing him to Bomba had probably not been such a clever move. Their upcoming matrimony and his position as a family breadwinner might prove quite costly as I'll be forced to pay him a top warrior's wage.
Actually, should I try and help the goblins go perma right now? What if I gave them some unique identity traits? Let's say this one had a limp from a childhood injury when he'd been caught in a wolf trap. There goes!
A moderate injury: -15% off the hire cost.
Oh wow. Piggy — off! I forced my inner greedy pig away from the controls. Trust him to come up with a bunch of blind quadriplegics for a penny a dozen.
Now. You, you'd been born on planet parade day, stripping you of all racial abilities. -30%, good. Agility a bit off but I could adjust it by hand, I suppose. As for bonuses to throwing weapons and to gathering, we didn't really need those, did we?
Now you. Sorry, buddy, but your Mom must have done it with a dwarf. Just don't ask me how she'd managed.
Half Blood!
Penalty to XP: 25%
50% growth rate to a random characteristic
Random racial skills configuration giving you a minor chance of generating a unique ability.
Well, well, well. That looked interesting. The penalty wasn't a problem. Backed by the clan's resources, I could powerlevel the Hoover Dam if need be. But 20% off his rental plus the char's apparent uniqueness were worth it. It would actually be a good idea to mix-and-breed the entire gang, that way no one'd feel under-serviced. In this manner I could save a bit of cash while making my team stand out from the regular goblin crowd.
The further racial experiments revealed a whole mine of scary developments. After I'd added four assorted races to a char's family tree, the hire interface blinked with a red message,
Warning! An uncontrollable mutation! Chances of a character's successful generation: 30%.
Warning! The summoned creature's mental makeup will qualify it as a monster rather than an NPC. Its instinct disbalance will have a tendency toward hatred, fury and anger. Priority will be given to primary strength characteristics and combat skills.
Warning! In order to control the creature, you will have to complete the following quest chain: The Child of Chaos. In order to initialize the quest, you will need to desecrate a functional temple by sacrificing its priest on the temple's altar.
Warning! Worshipping Chaos may affect the skills and appearance of your avatar!
Jesus. The character generator was smoking and snorting, offering then promptly deleting more and more pictures of potential monsters, trying to prevent the advent of a new spawn of evil. I watched a chain of slimy stooping figures flicker before my eyes. They looked so similar to the orcs of Mordor!
The mutants cost peanuts, both in gold and in mercenary points, even considering their level 200 and the ticked box of the "free movement beyond the castle walls" option. My Super Nova status allowed me to churn up a couple of thousand of those, then follow a few easy steps: take over a neighbor's castle, boost my own army numbers, rinse and repeat. Bring the nearest frontier town into submission then move on, devouring the neighboring mini cluster, my gray hordes stretching beyond the horizon... How utterly sick.
Whoever had made provision for a stunt like that? Had it been the Admins' preparation for some
I absolutely needed to do whatever it took to ensure their prompt digitization. Firstly, because I needed them really badly, and secondly, because who do you think I was, shelling out four thousand bucks a month for a dozen green-skinned devils? Take Snowie, my clever albino troll: his unique custom configuration had already paid for itself, having allowed him to go perma with remarkable ease. Now all he cost me was a quite reasonable pocket allowance. Then again, introducing him to Bomba had probably not been such a clever move. Their upcoming matrimony and his position as a family breadwinner might prove quite costly as I'll be forced to pay him a top warrior's wage.
Actually, should I try and help the goblins go perma right now? What if I gave them some unique identity traits? Let's say this one had a limp from a childhood injury when he'd been caught in a wolf trap. There goes!
A moderate injury: -15% off the hire cost.
Oh wow. Piggy — off! I forced my inner greedy pig away from the controls. Trust him to come up with a bunch of blind quadriplegics for a penny a dozen.
Now. You, you'd been born on planet parade day, stripping you of all racial abilities. -30%, good. Agility a bit off but I could adjust it by hand, I suppose. As for bonuses to throwing weapons and to gathering, we didn't really need those, did we?
Now you. Sorry, buddy, but your Mom must have done it with a dwarf. Just don't ask me how she'd managed.
Half Blood!
Penalty to XP: 25%
50% growth rate to a random characteristic
Random racial skills configuration giving you a minor chance of generating a unique ability.
Well, well, well. That looked interesting. The penalty wasn't a problem. Backed by the clan's resources, I could powerlevel the Hoover Dam if need be. But 20% off his rental plus the char's apparent uniqueness were worth it. It would actually be a good idea to mix-and-breed the entire gang, that way no one'd feel under-serviced. In this manner I could save a bit of cash while making my team stand out from the regular goblin crowd.
The further racial experiments revealed a whole mine of scary developments. After I'd added four assorted races to a char's family tree, the hire interface blinked with a red message,
Warning! An uncontrollable mutation! Chances of a character's successful generation: 30%.
Warning! The summoned creature's mental makeup will qualify it as a monster rather than an NPC. Its instinct disbalance will have a tendency toward hatred, fury and anger. Priority will be given to primary strength characteristics and combat skills.
Warning! In order to control the creature, you will have to complete the following quest chain: The Child of Chaos. In order to initialize the quest, you will need to desecrate a functional temple by sacrificing its priest on the temple's altar.
Warning! Worshipping Chaos may affect the skills and appearance of your avatar!
Jesus. The character generator was smoking and snorting, offering then promptly deleting more and more pictures of potential monsters, trying to prevent the advent of a new spawn of evil. I watched a chain of slimy stooping figures flicker before my eyes. They looked so similar to the orcs of Mordor!
The mutants cost peanuts, both in gold and in mercenary points, even considering their level 200 and the ticked box of the "free movement beyond the castle walls" option. My Super Nova status allowed me to churn up a couple of thousand of those, then follow a few easy steps: take over a neighbor's castle, boost my own army numbers, rinse and repeat. Bring the nearest frontier town into submission then move on, devouring the neighboring mini cluster, my gray hordes stretching beyond the horizon... How utterly sick.
Whoever had made provision for a stunt like that? Had it been the Admins' preparation for some
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