Maffoid Backstory

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Warchief Morgool Kazrak stood at the edge of the cliff and watched the preparations of his young warriors. How they smote their chests and danced round the little piles of human skulls.

They were preparing for Kalashah, a coming-of-age battle in remembrance of the Great Betrayal. The Great Betrayal had been repeatedly slashed into their collective memory for decades. Since the early days of the Maffoid it had been enshrined and preserved in countless rituals. Hate was the very cornerstone of their faith. They hated the colonists, yet the true cause of their hate had been long forgotten.

They only knew they had been terribly wronged.

They had forgotten that once they had been human.

Many years before when the robot attacks began they had been caught outside the protective walls. They fled back to the city but the gates were closed to them: they had been exposed to radiation and those inside feared them. They were Untouchables. Unclean. They wailed and beseeched the occupants, begging for mercy. They beat their fists bloody against the barriers; imploring their brothers, sisters, mothers to let them in. But instead they shut them out. Left them behind. Left them to die while they boarded the Exodus and flew to safety.

They had forgotten what happened afterwards. How they had been racked with pain, screaming and stumbling through the wastelands like rabid dogs. How many had perished. How a few had lived only to see milky cataracts cover their once clear eyes and their skin slowly toughen and crack like dried leather.

Their minds grew gnarled and twisted like ancient oaks. They soon forgot who they were. What they were. Or what they once were: they became less human by the day.

Still, they had enough human in them to hate. Enough to hate both the colonists and each other.

And Morgool Kazrak carried more hatred than any of them.

He had good cause.

His father Landok had been undisputed warchief for twelve years. Yet one day he’d been challenged by a mere pup.

The pup somehow defeated him.

The pup won the chiefdom.

Then he inflicted the ultimate act of cruelty: he let Landok live.

Shamed and despised for his weakness, Landok was broken. He lived in a daze of misery and disbelief.

More importantly all the Kazraks were now considered pathetic and contemptible. They were beaten and spat on. Food was stolen from them. Their very presence was an insult.

But it only served to make Morgool stronger.

His blind anger carried him through. Some would have broken under the strain, but Morgool seemed born to fight. He quickly fought his way to the top of the pecking order and killed anyone who stood in his way.

One of the first to die was his own father. To purge the blight on the Kazrak name.

Eventually he obliterated all his enemies. The Kazrak runt born of a weakling became the all powerful Warchief Morgool Kazrak.

Morgool shook with rage at these memories. Damn his father. Damn anyone who stood in his way. No regrets. No self-pity, that was for weaklings. Only forward. Only through.

He turned to gaze at the warriors at his disposal. His loyal followers. But they were only loyal because he was strongest. They would kill him the moment he gave them half a chance.

And there were some that were inching closer to challenging him.

He was getting older now. Not as quick and strong as he used to be. Any serious challenge was a long way off. But still. A fight was always unpredictable....

Perhaps it was time to be cunning?

Why not distract them? Let them vent their anger and frustration on The Betrayers! Away from home. Away from local politics. Away from him.

Morgool marvelled at his own ingenuity. Little did he know he was employing a strategy that had been used by governments and tyrants since ancient times.

He gathered himself. Stepped up to the edge of the cliff. His podium.

Show time.

“Maffoids, your attention! Ask yourselves ‘what is the meaning of Kalashah?’. It is so our young ones prove themselves by tasting the blood of The Betrayer! But this year, I order that we ALL take part in Kalashah! For the lands that have been taken from us. For our glory. For our revenge. For THE GREAT BETRAYAL!”

The roar from from the crowd shook the earth.


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Much to read, someone give me a summery?
:silly2:
 
Another Event paid by the CLd owners ? :yay::yay::yay:
 
Moffoids are pissed they aren't human anymore and forgotten. They will be killing humans shortly to seek revenge.
 
I read it, I like it and I'm interested to see what happen next :)
 
I kind of like Morgool Kazrak! How do I become a maffoid and fight for their cause?
 
Made it more readable...



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Maffoid Backstory: The Rise of Warchief Kazrak
Here is some backstory to the Maffoids.

Warchief Morgool Kazrak stood at the edge of the cliff and watched the preparations of his young warriors. How they smote their chests and danced round the little piles of human skulls.

They were preparing for Kalashah, a coming-of-age battle in remembrance of the Great Betrayal. The Great Betrayal had been repeatedly slashed into their collective memory for decades. Since the early days of the Maffoid it had been enshrined and preserved in countless rituals. Hate was the very cornerstone of their faith. They hated the colonists, yet the true cause of their hate had been long forgotten.

They only knew they had been terribly wronged.

They had forgotten that once they had been human.

Many years before when the robot attacks began they had been caught outside the protective walls. They fled back to the city but the gates were closed to them: they had been exposed to radiation and those inside feared them. They were Untouchables. Unclean. They wailed and beseeched the occupants, begging for mercy. They beat their fists bloody against the barriers; imploring their brothers, sisters, mothers to let them in. But instead they shut them out. Left them behind. Left them to die while they boarded the Exodus and flew to safety.

They had forgotten what happened afterwards. How they had been racked with pain, screaming and stumbling through the wastelands like rabid dogs. How many had perished. How a few had lived only to see milky cataracts cover their once clear eyes and their skin slowly toughen and crack like dried leather.

Their minds grew gnarled and twisted like ancient oaks. They soon forgot who they were. What they were. Or what they once were: they became less human by the day.

Still, they had enough human in them to hate. Enough to hate both the colonists and each other.
And Morgool Kazrak carried more hatred than any of them.

He had good cause.

His father Landok had been undisputed warchief for twelve years. Yet one day he’d been challenged by a mere pup.

The pup somehow defeated him.

The pup won the chiefdom.

Then he inflicted the ultimate act of cruelty: he let Landok live.

Shamed and despised for his weakness, Landok was broken. He lived in a daze of misery and disbelief.
More importantly all the Kazraks were now considered pathetic and contemptible. They were beaten and spat on. Food was stolen from them. Their very presence was an insult.

But it only served to make Morgool stronger.

His blind anger carried him through. Some would have broken under the strain, but Morgool seemed born to fight. He quickly fought his way to the top of the pecking order and killed anyone who stood in his way.

One of the first to die was his own father. To purge the blight on the Kazrak name.

Eventually he obliterated all his enemies. The Kazrak runt born of a weakling became the all powerful Warchief Morgool Kazrak.

Morgool shook with rage at these memories. Damn his father. Damn anyone who stood in his way. No regrets. No self-pity, that was for weaklings. Only forward. Only through.

He turned to gaze at the warriors at his disposal. His loyal followers. But they were only loyal because he was strongest. They would kill him the moment he gave them half a chance.

And there were some that were inching closer to challenging him.

He was getting older now. Not as quick and strong as he used to be. Any serious challenge was a long way off. But still. A fight was always unpredictable....

Perhaps it was time to be cunning?

Why not distract them? Let them vent their anger and frustration on The Betrayers! Away from home. Away from local politics. Away from him.

Morgool marvelled at his own ingenuity. Little did he know he was employing a strategy that had been used by governments and tyrants since ancient times.

He gathered himself. Stepped up to the edge of the cliff. His podium.

Show time.

“Maffoids, your attention! Ask yourselves ‘what is the meaning of Kalashah?’. It is so our young ones prove themselves by tasting the blood of The Betrayer! But this year, I order that we ALL take part in Kalashah! For the lands that have been taken from us. For our glory. For our revenge. For THE GREAT BETRAYAL!”

The roar from from the crowd shook the earth.
 
ffs...post some use for the eomonbloodsamples already :p
 
Should be soon since I just got tired of waiting and tt'd all of it.

yea,each time i open storage i have to fight that urge to tt it all ;)
 
yea,each time i open storage i have to fight that urge to tt it all ;)

All of mine are gone as I am positive nothing will be done with them, at least until this year's migration. But by then there will be another million drooping.
 
Nice backstory.
Now let's see if there is a story following this and how it play in game. Last robots stories led to some irregulars bots spawn around cities but nothing really interesting.
But to be honest the bots reports weren't as good as this one.
 
Ah, an event to help boost the cld returns :laugh:
 
Think its time for a Bronze-mission on Maffoids ;)
 
TL;DR (something something)
 
Is this something to do with bots attacking Atlas Haven again??? :broke:
 
They forgot their random re-branding from Biffoid...

Could have easily wrapped that one up by saying "Maffoid" is the name for the new Warchief "clan" and Biffoid is the name for the old ones.

Oopz
 
They forgot their random re-branding from Biffoid...

Was it Biffoid? I remember them as Biffold? It was so long ago, you're probably right. :)

Could have easily wrapped that one up by saying "Maffoid" is the name for the new Warchief "clan" and Biffoid is the name for the old ones.

Oopz

That would have been a long overdue explanation over the name change, as I don't remember any official word at the time.
 
Was it Biffoid? I remember them as Biffold? It was so long ago, you're probably right. :)



That would have been a long overdue explanation over the name change, as I don't remember any official word at the time.

Yeah, check out this:



Even had the Biff in clothes (old clothes of the Trader where you could buy knives).
 
Yeah, check out this:



Even had the Biff in clothes (old clothes of the Trader where you could buy knives).

One of those wonderful quirky unexpected things you ran into running around and didn't expect to find. Things MA saw fit to remove for whatever reason. Like the black clothes trader in downtown Hadeshiem :(

Although OT, I did see this guy selling human bones on the stairs in Cyclops Depths the other day I had heard about and never saw before. I bought the set of bones, the skull was missing, I assume that's a drop. I have gotten piles of skulls but never a single skull to see if I could put them all together to make something out of it.
 
One of those wonderful quirky unexpected things you ran into running around and didn't expect to find. Things MA saw fit to remove for whatever reason. Like the black clothes trader in downtown Hadeshiem :(

Although OT, I did see this guy selling human bones on the stairs in Cyclops Depths the other day I had heard about and never saw before. I bought the set of bones, the skull was missing, I assume that's a drop. I have gotten piles of skulls but never a single skull to see if I could put them all together to make something out of it.

I've looted a skull before down there. Not sure what I did with it (I might still have it but not sure)
 
One of those wonderful quirky unexpected things you ran into running around and didn't expect to find. Things MA saw fit to remove for whatever reason. Like the black clothes trader in downtown Hadeshiem :(

Although OT, I did see this guy selling human bones on the stairs in Cyclops Depths the other day I had heard about and never saw before. I bought the set of bones, the skull was missing, I assume that's a drop. I have gotten piles of skulls but never a single skull to see if I could put them all together to make something out of it.

Looted (and later TTed) a skull from the Deathbringer boss last week.
 
I've looted a skull before down there. Not sure what I did with it (I might still have it but not sure)

Looted (and later TTed) a skull from the Deathbringer boss last week.

Thanks for the info. Let me know next time, I'll pay you for it and see what happens. I've killed that Deathbringer boss many times and never gotten one, I'll try again.
 
Yeah, check out this:



Even had the Biff in clothes (old clothes of the Trader where you could buy knives).

Awesome. Thanks for sharing that. :) Perhaps if the Maffoids are donated some clothing, they'll settle down.
 
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