We haven’t switched that game over to BW yet. We’re playing a modified version of Pathfinder that, by this point, has almost no resemblance to Pathfinder - really, we’re just using the basic skeleton of D&D, and everything else is custom, but even then, the skeleton is constantly getting in the way, since it’s so combat focused.
As far as why we did that massive event…
With our characters, the distinction between “personal objectives” and “objectives beyond personal desires” is a bit, well, fuzzy. After all, we’ve dedicated ourselves to a cause. Two, actually - freeing magic users from slavery, and prepping the world for a demon army.
Both are, arguably, fairly selfish to some extent - we are, ourselves, magic users, and if the demons consume our… eh… realm? I guess? Then everything we’ve known will be destroyed.
But then, we’ve also turned down rather lucrative offers of personal freedom and safety.
So that war situation. We knew there was a war, that the nagas had slaughtered 350,000 or so humanoids, almost the entire population of the nation Aquas. The final city was the city of Water (major elemental theme), with all the refugees that had managed to survive. Total population about about 100,000 people.
We went there because we needed an ancient artifact, hidden long ago in each of the nation’s academies. So, we went to negotiate for this item with the leaders of Aquas.
The war, of course, is an issue.
Easiest solution? Take down the magic barrier blocking the nagas, let the nagas kill the inhabitants of the city, then go into the empty academy, get the artifact, and move on. We’re on a time limit, let’s move, folks!
But we couldn’t abandon those people.
We, instead, spoke to the nagas, and oh my god, they were dicks. They captured us, right from the get-go, and we couldn’t even fight back, because we wanted to avoid hostilities. They took one of my people as hostage, to force our cooperation. He escaped them, of course, but damn, I was pissed. They would hear nothing of peace. They’d endured the disagreements with Aquas long enough, the only recourse they’d accept, now, was utter annihilation of them. I was able to talk them down into accepting the citizens as slaves, but I couldn’t push it any further.
Not happy with the nagas.
Then we spoke to the people of the city of Water. Of course, they immediately despise me and mine, because we’re magic users, not contained in an Academy, but because we offered the potential to win the war, they grudgingly accepted our survival. This nation hadn’t heard of us yet, mostly because of the barrier which blocked all communications for the last several months.
They were starving. Dying in the streets. Looking for someone to blame, someone to hate. Tensions were high. I tried to talk to the leaders about talking peace, but had to go through lots of red tape. Got accused of something, arrested, got let go, went through more hassle to talk to the leader. He agreed to meet with me privately, and as I was on my way there, I found his corpse, killed with magic very similar to my own…
… just as guards were coming around the corner.
I could totally have just taken the damned barrier down, anytime I wanted. They couldn’t stop me and my group. They didn’t have a prayer. I could have wiped them out, made allies of the nagas, gotten the artifact, and kept the ruined cities and academy as strongholds, safe places to send my own people, as I liberated them from the other nations.
It would have been easy. Profitable. It would NOT have involved being locked in a dark hole for a damned week, without proper food and water, being guarded by people who insisted that I was evil, simply because I had magic.
But we didn’t even consider it. Well, aside from grumblings about how ungrateful the idiots were. Their lives mattered, no matter how dedicated to getting themselves killed they seemed to be. So, despite our irritation and misgivings, we dedicated ourselves, risking everything, just to save their annoying butts.
And what do we get? “Thanks for saving us, our people recognize you as heroes, but now that the war is over, magic-users are no longer allowed in the city. Please escort our magic users, that we’d forced onto the battlefield to serve us, back into the Academy, into enslavement, thanks. And don’t ever come back, because you’re dangerous, and magic users suck.”
Stupid bastards.
But the common man had a different opinion. The politicians sucked, but the people were grateful, and word spread.
The whole thing was a right mess. We lost someone, very dear to Kiara. But she found the strength to keep going, and we’re back at it, making more legends.
Again, that’s the most deeds-worthy thing I can imagine.
Also, actually, we… ah… never got the artifact. Time-crunch and all that, heh. gulps So we’ll be going back, after we do this other thing. >.>