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Summon Perfect Warlady 19
🕑 Added 2023-12-05 06:19:40 +0000 UTCExtra big chapter because I got a little inspired. Posting it now instead of scheduling because why the hell now.
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Rightshoring’s turn was uneventful, a single Ranger’s veil getting spotted and subsequently croaking being the only action. HobbitTM’s lookamancer, Pallan Tears, provided them a map that was a little smaller, although it still seemed to catch the whole army, comparing the numbers from the previous turn. More importantly, it included the location of the sixteen archons. For now, they were in the hex that held Rightshoring’s Chief Warlord, Jerry Mander, veiled as additional Beagles.
“This complicates matters.” Admitted Tanya as she looked over the map. Did they only duplicate Boomstick once? They repositioned so that their uncroaked were in two hexes… What did Whiz do with the rest of his juice? “I would likely need to be conservative with my assault.”
Or maybe… Hrm. That mountain hex is out of the way… Archons were terrifying foes, able to easily dispatch most forces of lesser strength just on the strength of their shockamancy, and their foolamancy tricks allowed them plenty of time to whittle down more even matchups. If they brought a dancefighter with leadership…
Huh. Actually, her own combat capabilities matched up to an archon pretty well. She couldn’t cast thinkamancy or dollamancy, but they didn’t use that in combat. Not important. Tanya started counting hexes, plotting out her moves. “Ossomer, what is the move of the unipegataurs again?”
“At base?” He asked. Tanya gave a slight nod. “A level one unipegataur has thirty three move, with thirty-four at two and thirty-six at three. We can muster a single led stack of level three and higher unipegataurs, and an additional led stack of level twos. We have twenty-five more on top of that.” Hm, minimum move for a flying mount. Not
“That fig’r includes the ones we brought.” Bill-Bob added, “an’ you can’t have all of ‘em.”
“With the right unit mixes, I can tilt their moves to a higher average.” Elya mentioned.
“That reminds me.” Tanya mentioned, realizing that she had forgotten, “I need the intelligence our new units have provided about their former side.”
“They didn’t know much.” Elya prefaced, “But they did know how many casters Rightshoring has: In addition to Whiz, Boomstick, and the florist, whose name is Harold, they have a captured Changemancer from Leftovers, Gang Greenham.”
Tanya wasn’t terribly familiar with what Changemancy could do, beyond ‘magic items that aren’t equipped’, like the foolamancy campfires and the cookpots in the magic kingdom. Well, that and the transformation of raw food in the larders into cooked food at the table at meal times was natural changemancy. Cooking in general was changemancy, in fact. But that was Tanya’s full understanding of the Fate axis of Stuffamancy.
Elya continued. “The only other useful intel they have is that the Chief’s level ten, not nine, and the old natural allies of Leftovers are still causing problems in Leftovers’ old territory as of three turns ago.”
Tanya raised an eyebrow. Oh? “What are these allies?” she asked, interested.
“Jojos.” Ossomer immediately responded. “They have offensive specials, and are good in multiple difficult terrains.” Now that sounded useful.
Hm, Natural allies were a great way to turn shmcukers into strength. With an allied tribe, they could afford to spend their massive wealth on city upgrades without making them overly vulnerable, which would eventually come back to them in return on that investment. “I think we could benefit from meeting these Jojos.” Tanya said, “Perhaps a little bit of coordination, perhaps more.” she waved a hand vaguely “As you are aware, none of the elf tribes elected to join Yojo Mojo.” The rhyme also appealed signamantically. If Gobwins got a loyalty bonus from having the side named after them, perhaps it would work here too? Then again, that didn't save King Saline…
“Yeah, they take it personally when ya croak em.” Bill-Bob said simply. “Takin' out them Luckless, Shady, and Schlemiel elves did you no favors.” The Shady elves brought archers, and only coincidentally got wiped out with the dwagon attacks. But yes, they were not willing to ally with a Chief warlord that had croaked so many elves.
“So you can see why I might wish to recruit an orphaned natural ally tribe.” Tanya replied, “Assuming that an agreement can be reached.” She was fairly confident, unless there was some factional conflict with her allies, like the elves had with the Gobwins.
“It’s a good idea.” Ossomer ruled, “Now, we need to determine how you’d go about doing that.”
Tanya turned towards Elya. “Does our new Warlord know where the Jojos were? Or perhaps ever met the chief? At least know his name?”
Elya raised her eyebrow. “Maybe? Why?”
Tanya put her hand to her temple, and called Maggie. Communications were the primary duty of thinkamancers, the linking thing was more of a secondary capability.
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“I, Mojo the Jojo, am telling you, elucidating, explaining our condition.” As it turned out, the name of the Chief Jojo was Mojo, which was an amusing coincidence. Perhaps it was Fate. “Us, our tribe, the Jojos, would never converse, negotiate, or parley without a direct meeting, face to face, in person.” He had an odd manner of speaking, but it was a reasonable demand.
Tanya brought up their best knowledge of Rightshoring and Leftover’s geography, Maggie complying with their silent order to convey it to the other party. There were advantages to having a master-class thinkamancer use thinkagrams. “An in person meeting would be agreeable. Let’s arrange one.”
Mojo the Jojo saw her action and immediately did the same, providing his own navigational understanding. The south part of the map expanded significantly, showing every one of Rightshoring’s twenty-six cities. He was a smart one.
The column’s position was marked on the map between them in the thinkagram, and Mojo the Jojo highlighted a small region of jungles with heavy incidences of hills and mountains among them. “Let’s see, the distance between us and Offshoring, which is there, is twenty-six hexes at start of turn, so you’re…” Tanya squinted as she tried to calculate things. “One hundred and fifty-ish hexes away.” So about three turns of movement.
“Your enemy, your foe, your target and ours are one in the same, identical, they coincide.” Mojo the Jojo said boldly. A route was illuminated, sending the tribe northward between Rightshoring and Haggar, which had a small mountain range separating the two. “Here there is a city, a border outpost, an opportunity to wreak havoc on the abhorrent Rightshoring.” A city got highlighted, noting that it was level two, Rightways. “We will be in position to strike within five turns. Contact me, Mojo the Jojo, every turn so that we may plan, conspire, and devise further stratagems.”
“I will.” Tanya promised. “Break.”
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Tanya entered the hex that assuredly had the fake croakamancer. It was weaker, and more importantly didn’t have Archons protecting it. What it did have was the florist, perhaps as bait.
From the adjacent hex, Tanya studied the unit composition. Two hundred and fifty-ish infantry in a troupe with a dance-fighting warlord, thirty-five more stacks of uncroaked infantry, another stack of uncroaked knights and an uncroaked warlord with the dupe of Boomstick, another led stack of archer knights on drama llamas, an uncroaked warlord leading a stack of Minertaurs, and the florist leading a stack of humanoid plant units, which Analysis conned at advanced infantry class archer units, called Zombeans. Finally, there were six stacks of Beagles to tie up everyone in dogfights while the archery gets hits in.
“Elya?” She asked.
“Yes, Princess?” Elya responded, Latex floating closer.
“Use the scroll I penned last turn immediately.” She ordered, “target the dupe.” She looked towards Visha, who was magically paired with the green dwagon. She settled herself onto King Bomber, spending a few drops of juice to gain a favorable stack bonus. Finally, she looked over the hex and her forces, and spent even more juice. What are her odds of victory?
Mathamancy was an interesting thing to cast. Simple things gave her a distinct impression of just entering a simple set of numbers on a calculator in quick succession. But more complex outcomes could still be calculated, even things with incomplete information. As she focused on keeping all of the variables in her head, she was mentally prompted by the spell to spend additional juice to fill in unknown variables. The more information she could provide, the less she had to spend. In this case? There were a lot of unknowns. Fortunately, she learned of those variables as they were divined by her magic. Her perception of the relevant matchups looked a little like this:
L7MCrk, L5UWL, +3x2 CWL, UKnx8al3, 30/30/70 D10M
L2NFlo, L6WL, +3x2 CWL, PAix8al1, 20/20/89 D4A
L5DFWL, +3x2CWL, Inx240al3, DF3/13/13/1696 d4M
L4WL, +3x2CWL, Knx8al2, 22/19/108 D10A, AiMx9al1 17/14/81 D6A
L4UWL, +3x2CWL, HKnx8al2, 23/23/271 D12MD
UInx8al3x35, +3x2CWL, 14/14/32(1120) D4M
Aix8x6al1, +3x2CWL, 13/13/48(288) d6M
Lvl7x2WL(lvl5WL), lvl3NTu, +4x2CWL, AHvyx9al4, 33/34/540B3 D16M/BW
L6WL, +4x2CWL, Knx16al4, 33/33/154B17 D10M/A4
L5WL, +4x2CWL, Knx16al3, 31/31/153B17 D10M/A3
L5WL, +4x2CWL, Knx16al3, 31/31/153B17 D10M/A3
Ah, that’s why there are only two Boomsticks this turn. Whiz doubled Jerry Mander’s warlord bonus so her own bonus wouldn’t outperform it immensely. Granted, it meant that the croakamancer duplicate wasn’t as meaningful of a bonus provider for their uncroaked, as those bonuses don’t stack, but it applies to all sorts of things this way… like those Archons. Oh, and those uncroaked Tanya ran the numbers using a few battle plans, dedicating a whole caster level of juice to optimizing this calculation. Eventually, she managed to get a plan that had a notably higher chance of success.
Contacting Maggie, she left instructions to relay that intelligence to Ossomer. That done, she explained the plan to the warlords and entered the enemy hex. As quickly as she could, she pointed her wand at Harold.
“Rear Line Duty!” Harold, the Florist, shouted the instant her stack entered the hex. So that’s why that plan had such a large increase in success chance… Tanya felt her and King Bomber leave the stack, her mathamancy sense of the battle instantly updating the dwagon stack with nine less leadership. Not good. At least that stack had a backup…
Tanya had made an effort to understand most magical disciplines, or at least the tactical considerations of them. Sizemore’s knowledge of Flower Power was fairly large, so she knew what to expect from a magically enforced time out. She could not engage targets, which included making ranged attacks, and could not stack up with other units. A notable exception were mounts, you couldn’t force someone to fall out of the sky with flower power, so she was still stacked with King Bomber. Although she brought him with her in her unstacking, he was not pacified by the Florist, so he could still fight. Specifically, he could now bombard targets with his battlecrap at her direction.
Another important consideration was that Tanya also could not be attacked by others while so pacified, and the florist could not magically end the curse early. So in return for locking Tanya out from lending her full bonus to a stack, it was now impossible for them to remove her hex-wide bonus from the board.
As Tanya repositioned after her failed casting, Elya didn’t miss a beat as she haltingly pronounced the Japanese magic words of the scroll. “Binding Heart Chain Flash!” An arc of electricity shot out, severely weakening and croaking about half of the Beagle stack that were screening the croakamancer dupe, as well as a few hits on the duplicate’s stack. It would have been better if Elya benefitted from Tanya’s leadership, but it is what it is. The red, green, and purple dwagons each unleashed their breath weapons, further attritioning the lead stack and finishing off the last of the dupe’s screens, allowing Visha’s single shot to croak the caster, which poofed as expected. Huh, she thought that her bonus would be needed to get him that fast. Must have been some good rolls. The one Beagle stack that wasn’t tasked with screening attempted to stop the heavies, but the dwagons still had an eleven bonus lead so the pinks alone croaked them in melee, barely slowed down. The dwagons also absorbed the fire from the archer knight stack, which while effective, was woefully inadequate anti-air for their attacks.
The other stacks all fired their not-rifles at their own targets, unusually accurate fire taking out the dancefighting warlord before he could get going and taking out the uncroaked warlord leading the Minertaurs as well as their Beagle screens.
Hm, the minertaurs weren’t screening their leadership, that wasn’t smart of them. Was it an oversight of command? Still, it was time for her part of the plan.
“King Bomber? Let’s dance.” She said, before clearing her throat. Each hex border suddenly manifested a giant screen, with Tanya standing on her yellow stage, holding her wand like a microphone.
At least, that’s what the foolamancy projections she used looked like. On each screen, arrows started to rise up the screen. Her voice reverberated throughout the screen as she drew from her juice to turn her mental music into real one. “You can dance if you want to,” She began. “You can leave your side behind, because your side doesn’t dance, and if you don’t dance, well, you’re no knights of mine!”
Her knights continued to more or less ignore the infantry in favor of shooting their ranged attacks at the more dangerous stacks, each of them bobbing up and down in the air along to the beat. “Say, we can go where we want to, a place that they’ll never find, and we can act like we come from out of this Erf, and leave this wargame far behind!” She decided that she liked this song. “And then we can dance!” To punctuate the statement, King Bomber fired a shot at one of the minertaurs, croaking it and finally leveling to six. Stanley’s favorite dwagon was probably level seven by now, though. Assuming he still had it… that super-uncroak can resurrect heavies, they knew that from Trannsylvito’s intelligence.
The extra bonus from the rhyme-o-mancy was diminished from the indirect projection via foolamancy, but it still was Rocking Out, and thus it was all bonus, no penalties by replacing the stack bonus. With the extra date-a-mancy bonus, doing otherwise wasn’t an option if she wanted them to actually get stronger from her singing.
Quickly enough, the fight was over, and the unexpectedly lucky opening moves quickly snowballed into total victory. “So what exactly did you intend to accomplish with that?” Tanya asked Harold, who had used his flower power on himself after he got hurt but before he croaked. His spell had worn off, but her own was still in place. He was captured, of course.
“How did you defeat us all so easily?” He asked instead of answering. “You must have gotten ten crits in that first volley alone!” It was actually thirteen, and yes it was odd. That was startlingly close to one quarter of the attacks critting.
“I’m asking the questions here.” Tanya retorted, “-and if you notice, you answered your own question.” She glared down at him. “Now answer mine.”
“Luckamancy…” Harold said darkly. Oh, HobbitTM had a luckamancer, didn’t they? Sammy Gambler the wiseguy? That was an unexpectedly helpful move on their part if it was. She remembered him because he was apparently a former Transylvitan unit, although she didn’t recall why HobbitTM had him.
“What was the plan?” Tanya reiterated.
“Princess, leave this to me.” Elya said, sneaking up on Tanya from behind and hugging her. Tanya realized that she was actually taller than the caster, slightly. Her new height from the extra year of age she got with her level up put her otherwise disappointing height above the native Elya, who was exceptionally short by the standards of her first two lives, but average-sized in this place. “You should go debrief our new units.” She finished turning them already? She works fast…
Tanya glared down at the florist, trembling on his knees. “I leave him to you.” She eventually said, muttering the magic words and jabbing Elya with her wand on her way. “Friendship unity magic.” She probably only needs one more caster level of juice, if that. Just to be safe.
After her newly turned knights and warlady formally swore fealty to her, Tanya started cleaning up the hex by both healing the nine or so incapacitated knights of hers (none injured beyond the reach of her expensive healomancy wand though, thank the dice) and cashing in the meat and equipment, 100 shmuckers for the llamas, 50 for the beagles and knights, 10 for most of the infantry, 300 for the minertaurs, plus 20 for the uncroaked’s equipment at half efficiency, with an extra eighth per additional level for non-commanders. Total acquisition: about seventeen and a half thousand shmuckers for five caster levels and change, depleting most of what was left of her fourteen such levels after topping off her healomancy wand. That foolamancy augmented dance-fighting was difficult and expensive, although worth it given that it was something she could do while being otherwise unable to assist due to the flower power. She couldn’t even top off Elya’s wands this turn, she’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Given her own force’s total upkeep of twelve and a half thousand, it was a decent amount, although when weighed against the expense of their equipment, perhaps not so much.
Still, her distinctly not leading the stacks meant that the lion’s share of the experience went to her subordinates, and given how many of them leveled from the engagement, this was good news. “Congratulations, Visha.” Tanya said sincerely. It was a little surprising that Visha had leveled so quickly, but Tanya had been reserving the executions for her subordinate, so it just meant they were working. “You as well, Newsman, Kurig.” All of her knight-commanders were level six now, excellent progress. Even if her total lack of levels on the low level warlords she brought grated a bit, there just hasn’t been an opportunity yet.
“Thank you, Tanya.” Visha said, smiling despite the injury that she had sustained, a sword chop that had cleaved all the way to bone, the halfway through cut in her collarbone visible to the naked eye. It was a little weird that Erf units didn’t really feel pain in the ‘normal’ way that Tanya understood it, it was a fairly tame injury by the standards of what Tanya had seen since being summoned here. “I was so scared when you unstacked, but remembered the plan and fought as hard as I could.”
“Good job.” Tanya said, causing her subordinate to smile even wider. “Now, is there anyone deserving of a commendation?”
It was a little motivational thing she implemented among most of the side. Stack commanders could recommend one of their subordinates for a commendation, even if they’re largely worthless and indicative more of luck more than anything else, Tanya saw no reason not to implement morale boosting tactics. Even the courtiers got in on it, although their rewards were not in the form of little do-nothing medals that Tanya had Ace make, but instead little plaques that Sizemore made.
“Ah, Thesus croaked two of the Minertaurs and leveled to five.” Newsman reported. Tanya took a note for the ceremony.
“Soarin von Gratz leveled to five as well.” White added, “He was the one to croak the dancefighting warlord with a crit.” Tanya made another note. If she ever needs to promote an extra warlord, Soarin was on the shortlist. Yeah, Ansom would only approve of promoting Nobles to warlord, but that still left five more candidates in her current stacks, and ten more back home. The probability of popping a Noble Knight depended on the level of the city, from one in twenty for a level two to one in five for a level five.
“Any others?” Tanya asked, giving Kurig a pointed look.
The warlord shrugged. “I guess von Derbar managed to dust the most uncroaked, he leveled to four.” Tanya checked his stack over. Yeah, same number of level fives as there was before: two.
“...I suppose your part in the plan was not particularly glorious.” Tanya admitted, “I’ll make sure to dress it up in the ceremony.” What turn of phrase would be best? ‘Unflinching execution of his duties’? ‘Unwavering dedication to battle’? She’ll think of something. “Anyone else?”
“South von Pecker was the one who actually dusted the uncroaked warlord leading the Minertaurs.” Newsman said. Tanya added him to the list. Wait, wasn’t he one of the incapacitated ones? “He’s still level three though. He got double teamed and was just boned.”
“...I think I’ll still commend him.” Tanya decided.
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After Elya finally turned the florist, he has revealed his information: they were not aware of Yojo Mojo having brought a turnamancer, instead thinking that the unknown caster that was using scrolls and wands in the sight of the duplicate, which apparently sent information back to the original like a scout, was the moneymancer that was dealing with the bodies.
“Not even Overlord Showdown’s dumb enough to use a caster as bait against a turnamancer.” Harold said angrily. Apparently, his turning was made easier by the fact that they used him to bait the trap. “No matter how many archons he has ready.” Granted, their plan was to rescue the captured caster, but there was one small issue with their plan: sure, there was nowhere within their remaining 29 move that they could move to without Charlie's archons being able to pursue… but that was a rather large area to search. And the plan didn't include a hired Findamancer.
Or rather, the plan as the bait understood it didn't include that. Hm. Tanya sent Maggie some orders via note. “How did Rightshoring intend on locating us?” Tanya asked. “There’s an awful lot of area to check.”
“They have a lookamancer contact, already contracted him last I heard.” Harold replied.
“Lookamancer?” Tanya asked, curious. “Not Findamancer?”
“Have you ever tried to get a Findamancer to locate a group of hiding units?” Harold asked.
“Can’t say that I have.” Tanya replied, “But Haggar has one, and they seemed quite capable of locating stray scouts.” Even when they tried to hide.
“Right, that’s a sided one. Findamancers need to travel in order to work their magic accurately enough for it to be worth hiring them.” Harold explained, seeming rather proud of himself for knowing something Tanya didn’t. “At least, when you’re dealing with fliers. They track where you’ve been, they don’t see where you are. That means hazard pay for wartime service.”
“But the advantage is that they’re better at locating units than Lookamancers.” Tanya finished. “Dowsing rather than searching.” She took off her tiara and sent Maggie the note.
“Mostly. The big thing is they ignore foolamancy, which lookamancers don’t. They aren’t completely beaten by foolamancers, but they have to spend extra juice to do it.” He chuckled, “That was some cool foolamancy you had in the battle to get around my flower power, do you have more?”
Tanya smiled. If their intel was from the duplicate, it didn’t survive long enough to see her use it. “As a matter of fact, I do.” She said, plugging her artifact wand back into the healomancy one. “Prism Capture Crystal.” She murmured in Japanese to reverse the polarity of the transfer. After the disconnect, she said the phrase to discharge the juice into her own reserves very quietly. “Magical Show Repeat” No Healomancy wand for any followup, but everyone was hurt enough that the scrolls would be needed if so. They’re more high-powered.
“I think I know what I want Ace to make for my under-armor.” Tanya said as she re-sized her wand and put it in one of the tiny pockets her magical girl dress came with, which immediately went to her left pocket in the underlying uniform. “Something with magical storage space.” Would she still be able to access it like she could the pockets on her military uniform-like outfit? “I want to carry a cabinet’s worth of scrolls with me.”
“I’ll send a missive immediately.” Visha said, pulling out her notepad from one of her own pockets.
“Thank you, Vi-” Tanya’s tiara rumbled, and she took it off and shook it, causing a parchment to fall into her waiting hand. “Ah, Maggie’s reply.” She opened up the document and, reading through the thick legalese, grinned. “Okay, I have the plan: Harold, Visha, and the dwagons go back to the column with Elya. I know you don’t have any juice, so just pretend to still be imprisoned during the enemy’s turn in case they attack.” Tanya turned back to Visha. “You’ll be in charge if action occurs.”
“You got it, Princess!” Harold said, and with a focus on his heartstring, Tanya deemed the odds of him causing problems so quickly to be low. Elya did good work.
Now, if she did the math right… heh.
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The Jojos were largely a cross between chimpanzees and bodybuilders, with much less fur than one would expect but with overwrought muscles. Some other apes were used instead for individuals, but most were chimps. The base variety were advanced infantry with natural dittomancy, partially duplicating themselves by sprouting an upper torso out of their shoulders, as if they had a dupe standing inside their ribs. These ‘Stand-ins’ allowed them to attack twice as often as normal, which was quite useful for the bonus-multiplying she usually used. Leading these guys in a dance fight would be extra lethal.
Mojo the Jojo had green skin and dark green fur, with a large turban-like helmet over a purple toga-like garment. “Greetings from I, Mojo the Jojo, on behalf of the Jojo tribes.” Mojo the Jojo said as she set down fearlessly in front of him. Her knights settled behind her in ranks, each standing tall with military discipline.
One of the many, many exceptions to the auto-engage rule non-commanders have to deal with was that unaffiliated natural allies didn’t suffer it. They might attack you on sight anyway, but it wouldn’t be because you sent a commander and they didn’t. Most natural ally tribes didn’t have any Leadership at all, in fact. Their Chiefs had no mechanical advantage over the rest of them. It would be very hard to establish alliances with them otherwise.
“I greet you in kind, as Chief Warlord of Yojo Mojo.” Tanya began, formally. “I represent King Ansom, direct descendent of Queen Lunesta, one of the original ninety-nine Crowns bestowed by the Titans.” Who, as Tanya found out, looked like Sailor Moon, and wore silver earrings, although they didn’t look like hers. The effects of that Signamancy scroll made perfect sense with that context. “My name is Princess Tanya von Degurechaff, and this is my Rapid Response Aerial Knight Battalion.” She needs to find a better name, something snappier. Maybe a number? Battalions had numbers, like the first battalion, or the fifth, or the two hundred and third. That sounded cool…
The Jojos, who had started forming into stacks of their own and forming behind the solitary Mojo, seemed adequately impressed by Ansom’s pedigree and her battalion. “Your words are polite, but I, Mojo the Jojo, will not be swayed by mere words, not by banter, nor with speeches.”
“How about enough shmuckers to double your numbers on top of upkeep covered, just to start?” Tanya offered as a lowball. She didn’t know exactly how many shmuckers it cost to pop them, but it was usually ten times upkeep per unit, depending on the tribe, with a ratio capping how many could be popped at once. Natural allies had their own treasuries, and as an adept moneymancer, she chopped off two percent of that, potentially more if she spent juice. It wasn’t nearly as efficient as converting corpses into shmuckers, but it was also a lot easier to come by for an ordinary moneymancer. Well, she also heard that the ‘growth cap’ could also be bypassed via moneymancy, but she only had a vague idea on how to do that. She’ll cross that hex when she gets to it.
“We, the Jojos, wish for nothing less than the humiliation of Rightshoring! To make them regret their attacks, bemoan their aggression, to lose the gains they sought to seize with their assault on Leftovers!” Mojo the Jojo demanded.
Suddenly, something big impacted the ground between the two forces. It was a Jojo Heavy Knight, who traded the Climber special for the Jumper special, which allowed them to act in many ways like a very slow flying unit. They also traded their Stand-ins for the Smash special, which made them much more effective when attacking multiple smaller units, and also doubled their damage if they attacked with a leap. Instead of Chimpanzees, this group was largely based on gorillas, although they still had more hairless musculature than a Mr. Universe contestant, before you started to count the muscles beneath the fur. This particular one was level eight, a truly terrifying number when it was attached to the words ‘Heavy Knight’. Like all of them, he had a human-like hairstyle, this one was blonde with two locks of hair standing up like antennae. He wore nothing but the furry underpants and a tie with the collar of a button up shirt. The tie was a novelty one whose colors made Tanya think of the American flag, even if the design was quite different.
“Hahaha! I am here!” The heavy knight boomed, to the cheers of his fellows. “I am Yogi the Mighty, the Champion of the Jojos!”
“Stop!” Mojo the Jojo replied, “We agreed, we had planned, we swore to leave the alliance discussions, the negotiations, the setting of terms to me, Mojo the Jojo! We do not need your muscle-headed opinions on the matter!”
“Come now, Mojo!” Yogi boomed, “I may not be a genius, but I’m smarter than the average ape!” He turned to the crowd. “Isn’t that right, Zuzu?”
One of the ordinary Jojos, one with messy green hair and freckles that wore a green bowtie, nodded enthusiastically. “That’s right Mighty! Mojo was trying to get the side to commit to doing a lot of damage to Rightshoring, even if that may not be usable with the current diplomatic state of the war, given the parties involved and the ability of the Royal Crown Coalition to deal with things, accepting surrender could be the best possible thing if they risk getting attacked on another side, Yojo Mojo’s kind of distant,” He started mumbling as he realized that he was talking too much, eventually ducking back into the crowd anxiously.
Tanya blinked. That was the smartest non-commander Tanya had ever heard of. She made a mental note to speak with him later.
“While we still have enough move to get out of your way if negotiations break down, “ and a 90% chance to croak their non-led butts without suffering a single hit past barriers, “I do still have some matters to handle before the turn’s end. So we should get down to brass tacks.” Tanya said calmly.
“Yes, we shall!” Yogi said, taking a seat on a rock, which was plentiful on this hilly hex.
“Just know that you must convince me, Mojo the Jojo, of the benefits of your cause. The advantages of aligning ourselves with you. Our incentives to cooperate.”
Tanya smiled widely. Now he was speaking her language.
Comments
Kevin Curry
Thanks. Some of that was because of editing artifacts, others were just mistakes. I wasn't sure how obvious I wanted the Palantir reference to be. I'll update the master document and the public chapter will have those fixed.
Leaf
The references are coming hot and fast and I’m loving it!
Pi
Not quite there yet, but one step closer to the Yojo Mojo Jojo, Mojo! >Hm, minimum move for a flying mount. Not missing sentence. >The only other useful intel they have is that the Chief’s level ten, not nine, Last chapter the Master Lookamancer had already given the Chief as level 10. (Speaking of, it's Pallan Tears this chapter, Allen Tears last chapter? Or are they just different people?) >Tanya entered the hex that assuredly had the fake croakamancer. maybe "Tanya approached the hex"? Since it then talks about studying from the adjacent, and later has her enter it.
Chris Larson
Well this is a lot of monkey business. :D
