Suburban Warfare
NEON NEXUS
Prologue: A Shocking Vision
At first Skratch saw the lightning and then he heard the rumbling of the thunder. The noxious fumes of digging in-between realities had been clawing away at Skratch’s mind, and the hallucinations had been getting more-more intense. Ever since they had breached that gods-gods forsaken place and he and his rats had been digging.
He recalled the shiny chrome creatures that lay in their tombs sleeping. Electricity pulsing through every square inch of the place, a steady thud-thud-thud that coincided with a higher screeching of electricity arcs. He quickly ordered his Stormfiends to grab every metal object they could find as he made his way deeper into the dungeon. After a few turns through meandering passages, he sniffed the charged air and placed his hand against a large object to rest. No sooner had he done that, it sprang to life. Electricity arced from the device and slammed into his arm burning it away with a pain Skratch had never felt before in his short life. Suddenly, it stopped. He could hear the thud-thud-thud even stronger now, in his ears and in his chest. The screeching became even higher pitched, and closer together until there was a sudden stop to the cacophony of noises. Then the bass dropped. Skratch knew what he had to do. His underlings stared at him in extreme concern as he began to dance erratically, jumping, kicking, and punching the air.
Eventually Skratch had his largest and strongest rat ogor grab the device and return it to the gnaw hole. As the tear in reality began to heal, he ordered his underlings to begin tunneling to the mountains of Ghyran. As he returned to his quarters, he began to feverishly send messenger rats to those he knew would answer his call.
The Festival Begins
It was a fine day as the breeze blew through the forests of Ghyran. DJ Grung was sleeping in his captains’ quarters; his snoring intermingled with the soft breaths of the two Sisters of Slaughter sleeping to each side of him. Until there was a hard knocking at the door of his quarters. Grung rolled over and buried his head under the pillows, wishing to sleep for just a few more minutes. The knocking became harder and louder until it stopped, and a muffled voice could be heard behind the door.
“Do it,” There was an ear shattering explosion as the rather expensive mahogany door was blown to splinters. With that Grung bellowed with anger and grabbed his two dwarven pistols from their hiding places and began unloading them towards the direction of the door until they were empty. “Grung!” the voice yelled from through the smoke, “You’re late! Your set starts in half an hour!”
“Just ten more minutes!” Grung bellowed back, “And you’re paying for that mahogany door!” The form of an orruk was barely visible, and Grung threw his now empty pistol at the shape, it was able to dodge the first one, but luckily he had a gun for every occasion and threw his other pistol slamming the shape square in the head and the shape fell to the floor, likely concussed. The two sisters of slaughter finally roused from their sleep with the final slam. They both smiled at Grung and he laid back in bed “Ah ladies, shall we continue?”
“Grung! Get out here right now!” the lithe shape of DJ K Slay popped out from behind the corner now that the coast was clear. “Now we’re late and Dj Swampass has a concussion, again.” She grabbed the top cover of the bed and ripped it off revealing three additional hobgrots below.
Grung grabbed the tankard on his bedside table and grimaced when he realized it was empty. “Alright! But I need more booze!”
The Neon Nexus
A festival held every year for a full week on the Isle of Neos. It was once a humble gathering of people celebrating the Lifebloom on Neos. Based on one of the most powerful nexus points on Neos, it radiates magical energies that allow the ravers to continue dancing long after they should have fallen exhausted. This year’s headliner is DJ Grung, a famous pirate in the airs of ghyran. His music captures the hearts and souls of everyone. His collaborators this year’s are DJ K Slay and DJ Swampass
Party All Day
The festival was in full swing as Grung’s ship flew overhead. He could hear the cheer of the crowd as they caught sight of his airship. With duardin precision he jumped from the bow and allowed his balloon harness to float him down the rest of the way. DJ K Slay made her way down jumping from the airship to the metal girders and down to the stage. DJ Swampass took a long swig from his trusty drinkin’ mug adjusted the skull on his back and jumped to the arms of his adoring fans below.
–description of concert–
An Uncertain Night
Finally, after weeks of tunneling, Skratch’s underlings finally broke through to the realm of Ghyran. Below the great mountain range of the isle of Neos known as the Great Wound, Skratch and his underlings began to tunnel everywhere. Cave-ins were bound to happen, and many vermin lost their lives to the errant explosion, but eventually the tunnel system was complete, and Skratch had deployed his Rave-o-Tron Face-Melters below a strong grouping of magical nexuses on the isle. The Rave-o-Tron Face-Melter 3000 was the newest Rave-o-Tron model. It converted the super charged magical energies of the festival goers above, mingled them with warp energies and powered the laboratories of Skratch and any excess could be stored for later use for his various death machines. Now with only a 10 percent chance of serious mechanical failure!
But if the whispers of his messenger rats are to be believed, dangerous warbands lie on the horizon. Simply the thought of losing his free energy source angered Skratch incessantly, but he knew that the only way to keep his labs safe would be to team-up with the topsiders above and fight off the interlopers.
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