[multiplayer]
#define UNIT_STONE N X Y
		type={N}
		description=_ {N}
		user_description=_ {N}
		x={X}
		y={Y}
		unrenamable=yes

		[status]
			stone=on
		[/status]


		[modifications]
			[trait]
			id=remove_hp
				[effect]
				apply_to=hitpoints
				increase_total=-100%
			[/effect]
			[effect]
			apply_to=movement
			set=0
			[/effect]
			[/trait]
		[/modifications]
#enddef

id=multiplayer_Basilisk
name= _ "2p - Caves of the Basilisk"
map_data="{maps/multiplayer/2p_Caves_of_the_Basilisk}"
description= _ "Players must maneuver their units through the divisive terrain of this long-feared region, once the home of a legendary Elder Basilisk. The road to victory is punctuated by the petrified forms of some of Wesnoth's greatest heroes."

{DEFAULT_SCHEDULE}
{DEFAULT_MUSIC_PLAYLIST}

[side]
	[ai]
		villages_per_scout=8
	[/ai]
	side=1
	canrecruit=1
	controller=human
	team_name=north
	user_team_name= _ "teamname^North"
[/side]

[side]
	[ai]
		villages_per_scout=8
	[/ai]
	side=2
	canrecruit=1
	controller=human
	team_name=south
	user_team_name= _ "teamname^South"
[/side]

[side]
	side=7
	colour=5
	canrecruit=0
	controller=null
	allow_player=no
	no_leader=yes
	team_name=statues


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Sky Drake" 19 11}

		unit_description=_ "The winds of the dark sky blew so cold,
The moon was high, the night was old,
Brave was the drake that dared forsake
His home to steal the Basilisk's gold.

On that dark night, the skies so churned,
He disregarded what he had learned,
Foolish but brave, to the Basilisk's cave,
He flew, and the fire within him burned.

Alas, that fire burns no more,
For the Basilisk, with one mighty roar,
Chilled him to the bone, and he turned to stone,
And so he stays forevermore.

The winds of the sky blow so cold,
The years pass by, the days are old,
Here stands that drake, who dared forsake
His home to steal the Basilisk's gold.
(inscribed by Flametrooper)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Elvish Marksman" 2 12}

		unit_description=_ "Slim of Stature, dexterous Hands
- - Seven Stones and Eleven
Left his Foes so slim a Chance
- - Seven Stones and Eleven
Marksman known as Dragonbane
'mongst the Statues here was slain
- - Seven Stones - and the Elven
(inscribed by Gauteamus)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Direwolf Rider" 2 16}

		unit_description=_ "Blum Duk was renowned among his goblin clan for having tamed one of the Dire Wolves of the mountains, and he had the courage to match. His leadership and skills alone were what kept the area's goblins alive despite human and elvish menaces. Rumor had it that his wolf had slain fifty men and a hundred Elves.
Thus, when he heard of the awful monster that was inhabiting the area, it was only natural that he ride out alone to face it. All the other goblins expected him to slay the creature easily and drag back its carcass to feast on.
He was in for quite a shock. As soon as he saw the Basilisk, Blum Duk cowered in fright. He tried to wheel his wolf around to run away, but it wouldn't move. As the creature stalked towards him, he screamed his last words: Good Gog, dog, are yer legs made of stone?!?
(inscribed by Elvish Pillager)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Sea Serpent" 14 11}
		facing=sw
		unit_description=_ "He had lived there for ages upon ages, in the depths of the water, preying upon the various fish and frogs and merfolk that entered his domain. It was his lake, no other's, and though it was not large, he was its master. Then, the Basilisk came, and looked into the Serpent's eyes. And the Serpent had not died, but it was no longer alive. Thus the new lord of the lake had arrived.
(inscribed by Turin)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Grand Knight" 17 13}
		facing=sw
		unit_description=_ "A brave hero of Wesnoth's Golden Age, this great rider and commander of men came to this evil place while on a raid against the orcs. Caught unaware by the foul creatures, many of his fellows were killed, but he fought valiantly, slaying many a foe. But alas! The foul Basilisk turned him to stone even as he slew the last orc. Now all that is left is a stark reminder of his once great bearing and strength.
(inscribed by Fynmiir)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Elder Wose" 21 8}

		unit_description=_ "Bramwythl the Wose was always considered a slow, taciturn fellow, even by other Woses. More than any other Wose, he enjoyed simply standing alone in the sun, arms upraised, admiring the beauty of the empty sky. Once, even, he confided in a fellow that his greatest wish was to be able to bask forever in the sun's glory.
However, not long after, the local wose community heard of the approach of a horrible monster, powerful enough to easily destroy the few woses that lived in the area. They quickly moved off (quickly for Woses, anyway), but Bramwythl was left behind - in their haste, no one had remembered to find him and tell him of the danger.
He was taken quite unawares by the Basilisk, and turned to stone before he even recognized the beast. His petrified form still stands there today, warmed by the sun's rays, under an open sky. His greatest wish has been granted.
(inscribed by Elvish Pillager)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Naga Myrmidon" 12 11}

		unit_description=_ "This brave warrior, known as Rilhon among the Naga, heard tell of a fabulous treasure that had been lost in these watery caves- a spear whose head was said to have been fashioned from the tooth of Chak'kso Ney'yks, an Elder Basilisk slain long ago by the Elvish hero, Eloralduil. According to the legend, the weapon rested somewhere on the bottom of this very lake (Ruaskkolin Lake, named for a well-known Sea Serpent who made it his home). Having prepared himself for battle with the Serpent, Rilhon met with two rather large surprises. The first was the petrified form of Ruaskkolin the Serpent. The second was the very-much-alive Chak'kso Ney'yks, who was, oddly enough, in possession of all of his teeth.
(inscribed by Paterson)"

	[/unit]


	[unit]
		{UNIT_STONE "Mermaid Siren" 9 10}
		facing=sw
		unit_description=_ "Through waves and rocky channels
blue and white
she pulled and pushed the tides
and taught the fishes how to speak to planets
silver green
with magic
running from her spirit into skins of kelp and shells of snails
a twisting of her tail and hands
she sent her songs to run on pin-tipped legs about the sands
and now
and now the strangest pause
for centuries
she hasn't moved her eyes

(inscribed by MJQ)"

	[/unit]

[/side]

[/multiplayer]
