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General Isha- General Isha was formally a commander of the Dark Lord’s forces. She led her order, the Order of the Moon, as well as many other armies, across several of the Ten Lands in service to the Dark Lord. Her single-minded dedication, as well as her battle prowess, earned her the titles Isha the Unrelenting. After the Dark Lord’s disappearance, General Isha found her master’s great empire coming undone. She resolved to keep together the greatest of his works, the Dark City, and work from there to restore the glory of His kingdom.

Aeoch, Eater of Whispers- Aeoch is known as a Demi, a servant spirit to the great Miar. The most physically powerful of the Miar, the Dark Lord, killed his brothers and sisters after his transformation, as well as their Demi servants. Aeoch was able to convince the Dark Lord to spare him, and in return feverishly championed his cause. There is no question that the Eater of Whispers had an unfortunate effect on the Dark Lord, pushing the Miar to new depths of conviction and malice. When the Dark Lord, the last of the Miar, disappeared, Aeoch was determined to carry out his vision, with the help of his brother-Demi Jusdus, and the many armies and spies the Eater of Whispers commands.

Ragga the Conqueror- From the wild country north of Naus comes Ragga the Conqueror. Not quite a man, Ragga is strength and carnage and fury shoved into the body of a mortal and given a taste for conquest and battle. When Ragga in his youth heard tales of the Dark Lord, a being who was reportedly much like himself, Ragga set out south to put this to the test. Two years later Ragga arrived at the Dark City, causing quite a commotion until he earned an audience with the Dark Lord. The Miar beat Ragga in single combat after only a couple of moments. Having never lost a fight in his life, Ragga immediately swore loyalty and became a leader of men. Ragga was commanding armies in Hanna when the Dark Lord disappeared. Since the Dark Lord was the only foe to ever defeat him, Ragga reasoned his kingdom now belonged to him.

King Gaul- The orckin, creatures born of death and alchemy, are hated in the west were they were extensively used by the Dark Lord. King Gaul was one such orckin. He was not the strongest, nor was he the quickest. But Gaul’s mind worked in a way that was unusual for orckin. Where his brothers saw rage, hunger and malice, Gaul only saw possibilities and questions. Because of his nature, orckin found themselves naturally drawn to Gaul. After the disappearance of the Dark Lord, the orckin devolved into chaos. King Gaul decided to do as the men, elfs, fey and others had done, and form his own kingdom. He led his armies through Tambri, Fortilia and finally Sypta, making the latter his new kingdom. As he holds court in the fortress city of Bandeer, King Gaul’s ideas and ambitions grow by the day

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Mistress Hecate- Hecate is a witch, a woman who communes with spirits and forces beyond the mortal bounds, and who is knowledgeable of the secrets of the earth. Most witches were simple members of tribes and villages. It was Yesma, Hecate’s mother, under the direction of the Dark Lord himself, who brought together the witches of the Ten Lands into a singular order. The results were awe-inspiring. Hecate grew up during the supposed golden age of the Dark Kingdom. In her youth the Dark City prospered, the ten lands were strongly ruled, and the Dark Lord’s will was absolute. Most importantly, the Coven of He had great power to do as they pleased. This ended with the disappearance of the dark lord. The Temple of He hated the coven, and did their best to eradicate witches wherever they could find them. With Yesma dead, Hecate took it upon herself to found a new kingdom for her sister witches and allies. It would be this kingdom that would strike fear into the hearts of the Ten Lands, and reign supreme over its enemies.

Lord Xtatlak- The Dark Lord had much difficulty conquering Tambri, Fortilia and Imeria. But he did, there is no question. His armies smashed open every fortress and city of those three lands, and killed all who opposed him. When the Dark Lord turned his attention to Coppendyne however, he would find his ambitions abruptly halted. The Kingdom of Umbar, along with the southern Juxulan Empire, swept into Romaes and destroyed the Dark Lord’s city. The Dark Lord was understandably furious. Umbar could be defeated, but the Southern Juxulan empire was a super power, and not easily stopped. The Dark Lord’s solution was to release Xtatlak, a mummified sorcerer of the dreaded Malcoalta bloodline. Xtatlac agreed to aid the Dark Lord, and he turned the southern Juxulan empire to his control. Xtatlak then used his armies to help the Dark Lord conquer Coppendyne, Bal and finally Hanna. But after the Dark Lord disappeared, Xtatlak was delighted. For there were none as skilled in the Arts as he. And the lands were ripe for the taking.

Prince Orion- Orion is a descendant of a bloodline known as the Panytr, or the fey fathers. They have ruled in Messa for centuries, acting as an emissary between mortals, fey-born and spirits. Orion grew up in the court of his father in Layyold, and was convinced by the Dark Lord to kill his father and every other royal family in Messa. Orion did this in exchange for king’s-right to the Loma wood. This would have given Orion power over life and death itself, but the Dark Lord disappeared before the promise could be fulfilled. Enraged, Orion has reconquered Messa and intends to take the Dark Lord’s empire for himself, so that the Loma woods and its kingship is his.

Boohyah

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High Priestess Kinsee- Kinsee spent her life in the Dark City, growing up in the Temple quarter as a priestess of He. It is unclear what she is, at times being a beautiful human woman, and other times taking the form of a serpent creature. One thing is clear; Kinsee is absolutely single-minded in her love of herself. Though to her foes she may seem equally self-obsessed and uninterested, Kinsee managed to weave her way through Temple politics and ascend to the title of High Priestess. Her predecessor, the high priest, ruthlessly pursued perceived enemies of the Temple of He up until shortly after the disappearance of the Dark Lord. The high priest died, and Kinsee took control of the massive kingdom that was the Temple of He. She immediately moved the capital of the temple to RaMeen in Abassa and allied herself with the Kingdom of Qarzen. A strange move that turned out to brilliant, the Temple of He is very much still a threat to all the Ten Lands and its people

Brother Simon- A good man in a broken world, can he lead his battle brothers to rescue the June Child?

June Child- A magical child that has not been born in a thousand years. She is the life-giver in a world that has little life left.

Lord Ruskiev- Can a simple lord rule a kingdom in these trying times?

Grand Marshal Baroque- The true Grand Master of the Black Legion, one of the only standing armies in the ten lands. Can he defeat the pretenders to his title?

Lord Attelus- A sealord on an ocean rich with plunder

Prince of Valpeso- A strange creature of the night who rules over a kingdom in turmoil

>And many more, new players are always welcome

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Sunlight pours through wall-sized windows. The light turns to blue, red and green as it passes the ornate glass. Each window was hand-crafted by the greatest artisans the Ten Lands have to offer. Few appreciate such beauty in the Dark City. After all, opulence is everywhere in the inner rings.

Gathered in the multi-colored sunlight is a diverse group of people and creatures. In front of a group of Moon Knights waits General Isha, one of the Dark Lord’s greatest lieutenants. Isha is dressed in blue armor, as if battle could break out in the very room. Her knights are likewise armed and armored.

Across from the General stands a man wearing a heavy black cloak. Black chains holding peculiar objects are draped across his body. Behind him stands another man wearing a dark cloak. The second man is more disheveled, but a gleeful wickedness seems to emanate from his dark garments. The first man is actually a Demi; Aeoch, Eater of Whispers. The man behind him is his brother-demi, Jusdus. Aeoch commands many armies in the Dark City, as well as armies abroad. He served the Dark Lord, and will continue to do so in whatever capacity he chooses.

Between General Isha and Aeoch stands Grand Marshal Tarvis of the Black Legion, and his blind brother Persevel. They are well-dressed in the fineries of Inner Ring fashion, though both of them have ornaments of the legion on their person.

The final member in the center of the room is a man dressed in the objects of office of the Temple of He. The objects seem out of place, especially because the man is also wearing the mask and smock of a Butcher-Sewer.

“So,” General Isha says, eyeing the man with the mask. Her voice cuts across the great room, echoing off marble. “You represent the Temple of He?”

There are more than just the four groups in the room. The massive columned chamber is ringed by a gathering of various noble-looking people and creatures. They are all staring intently at those in the center.

The man in the temple garb nods. “I am Amedden, a butcher-sewer of the Lussite clan. I have been promoted as of late, to High Priest of the Temple of He in the City of He. As such, I will be representing the Temple’s will in all matters pertaining to the defense of the city,”

“Hm,” Grand Marshal Tarkin says, viewing the butcher-sewer with thinly veiled contempt. “At least it talks,”

“Where is the cabal?” General Isha says, looking around at those gathered against the wall.

“They will not leave their towers,” Aeoch says, his voice a dry whisper. “They believe themselves safe in their quarter,”

“They seem more sane than us at the moment,” Grand Marshal Tarvis says. He shifts his purple cloak about him. “An army coming for the Dark City, really. What force could possibly contend with the capital?”

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“Try a hundred-thousand soldiers,” General Isha says. She steps forward from her Moon knights to where a round table stands in the center. On it is a large, finely detailed map of the city and the surrounding country. The general leans over the map, peering at the markings.

“Just a hundred thousand?” the Grand Marshal says. “Might I remind you that this is a city of two million?”

“Two million,” Aeoch says, his voice echoing from his cowl. He steps forward, joining Isha at the map “Yesssss, two million. But not even a tenth of them warriors. A hundred thousand can kill a million very quickly if they are all trapped like rats in a cage.”

“They’ll never get past the first wall,” Grand Marshal Tarvis says. He does not approach the table, but does glance at the map from where he stands. “The logistics of feeding an army a hundred-thousand strong? Impossible,”

“Bal has seen a miracle harvest this season,” Isha says, tracing her finger across the map.

“And the crusaders have supporttttt,” Aeoch says. “From certain kingdoms,”

“Very well,” Grand Marshal Tarvis says, approaching the table. The High Priest Amedden does as well. “What are our forces?”

“Let us first begin with the Legion,” General Isha says, her voice taking a commanding tone. “What forces will the Grand Marshal be giving in service of the Dark City?”

“I have four legions here,” Tarvis says, sounding disinterested. “That’s twenty-thousand soldiers,”

“Plus my forty thousand,” General Isha says. “Master Aeoch, you have the same I believe,”
Aeoch nods.

High Priest Amedden points to the Temple district on the map. “Plus the Temple’s twelve thousand,”

“That’s as much as the fools attacking us,” Tarvis says, making a sound of delight. “That means we win, problem solved,”

“Noo,” Aeoch says.

“The problem is not solved,” General Isha says. “The invaders were a hundred-thousand in Coppendyne. There’s no telling who else will join them as the lay siege to the City,” General Isha gestures at the map.

“Who is attacking,” High Priest Amedden says, squinting at the map. “Which kingdoms?”

“Bal, Hanna, Coppendyne, take your pick,” General Isha says. “They’re all sending fanatics here,”

“Yes, that’s right,” Grand Marshal Tarvis says, rubbing his chin. “Isn’t it because of our cloaked friend here that this attack is even happening?” Tarvis stares at Aeoch. “You took what was it, a June Child? And now the peasants are revolting.”

“It’s true that Master Aeoch is half the reason they’re gathered at our gates,” General Isha says, shooting a look at the Eater of Whispers. “But the child is also the only thing that is feeding this city,”

“Hm?” High Priest Amedden says. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that without our Lord and King, we are no longer getting the tributes of food that supplied this city,”

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“Two million mouthssss,” Aeoch says. “Two million stomachssss”

“So it’s a magic child,” Grand Marshal Tarvis says, raising an eyebrow. His brother Persevel leans over the table, listening intently.

“Something like that,” General Isha says. “But now you understand the position we’re in, it’s time to talk how we’re going to defend ourselves,”

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In a massive tower, nestled between walls and houses, stands a girl peering from a window. The window is narrow, just barely letting in a sliver of sunlight into the black stone chamber.
The chamber is finely decorated with tapestries and furniture. Not that they can do much to lessen the harshness of the black stone.

The child who is in the room is named Laessea, and she is the June Child. Also in the room, and standing by the door, is an elf. Laessea has never seen an elf before. It’s diminutive nature, as well as its rocky skin, unnerve her. Its beard is made of lichen, and its clothing is similar to others Laessea has seen in the tower.

There’s a knock on the door, and the elf moves aside as it swings open. A woman breezes in, dressed in fine silks and wearing a blue and white headdress.

“Hello hello dearie,” The woman says, coming up to Laessea and looking her up and down. “My my, aren’t you just the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen,”

“Who are you?” Laessea says, glancing at the elf still standing by the door.

“My name is Maldry. You’ll have to forgive,” Maldry curls her lip and gestures vaguely at the chamber. “All of this. The Eater of Whispers is not used to anything other than warriors and rocks, but he’s done his best to make you comfortable,”

Laessea stares hard at Maldry, finally nodding. “You seem nice though,”

“Don’t let me fool you,” Maldry says, putting a finger to her lips. “I’m a bitch and there’s no question. But for the time being, I am your bitch,”

Laessea flinches at the common curses. She is surprised to hear such language from a woman who is dressed so well.

“Do you know when I can go home?” Laessea says, recovering and glancing out the window. A sliver of the massive city is visible below.

Maldry cocks her head, looking flustered. “Ah, yes, about that. I will do my best to make this room more, amicable to you. Because you might be here for a while,”

Laessae takes a moment to process this, then nods and sits down on a bench covered in velvet. She holds her finger to herself. “They keep pricking me and putting my blood into vials,”

Maldry doesn’t respond. Instead she comes over to the bench and sits with Laessae. “I know this can be,” Maldry gestures fruitlessly in the air. “Difficult for you. But I want you to be brave. Your blood, um, makes things grow I think? And we need food in this city, so,”

“I wish my blood didn’t make things grow,” Laessae says. “I wish I was back in Bal with the nice knight and his brothers,”

“Well, if it’s any consolation,” Maldry says. “There’s going to be a big battle, and I think your nice knight will be in it,”

“Do you think he’ll come here and rescue me?” Laessae says, looking up hopefully at Maldry.

Maldry does her best to smile through her teeth. “Sure little one, I’m sure he will,”

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On the border of Neitam and Breveka is a massive host. One hundred thousand peasants, warriors and knights are spread out in the fields around the city of Hanchra. Their tents criss-cross and line the fields like a never-ending parade of flags and colors.

It is a misty morning. The mist clings to the wet grass as the sun rises. Brother Simon trudges across the wet grass, headed towards a ring of tents. Behind him is a single Trollog, the monster standing at nine feet and twice the width of a man. The Trollog’s name is Url, and he and his brothers have followed Simon all the way from Bal to siege the Dark City.

They are not alone of course. When word of the June Child spread, the people of Bal and Hanna had hope for the first time since the rise of the Dark Lord. When the June Child was taken, fifty thousand men and women answered the call to siege the city.

And that was only the people who followed Brother Simon’s banner. Simon has thrown in his lot with two others, a man named Ragga the Conqueror and a Prince by the name of Orion.

Brother Simon arrives in the central ring of tents. Ragga, a large, beastly man with bulging muscles and a piercing gaze, is already there. A woman named the Blood Queen is also present, as is an Arts users by the name of Fenwald. Both the Blood Queen and Fenwald represent Prince Orion.

“Good,” Ragga says, beating his chest. “That is all the leaders of men. Let us now plan for war!”

The Blood Queen and Fenwald nod. Simon comes to a stop before the others and unrolls a parchment on a wood table that’s been set in the wet grass. He finishes unrolling it, setting rocks on the corners to keep in place. Everyone gathers around the table.

“So,” Simon says, sighing. “This will not come easily to us. Our numbers are about equal at the moment, and as I’m sure you’re aware, a siege is not won if the defenders have the same sized army. And, in order to get over these walls, we’ll need all manner of siege equipment,”

“Prince Orion has promised three siege ramps,” The Blood Queen says.

“Siege ramps?” Simon says.

“They’re giant ramps. As wide as streets and tall as the walls,”

“That is big,” Simon says, tapping at the map. “And you say you’ve got three of them?” The Blood Queen and Fenwald nod. “Well then, that takes care of the first wall,”

“It takes care of all the walls!” Ragga say, pounding the table. “We only need crest the first wall, than my axe and my soldiers will fill the streets with blood until the rest buckle and cave!”

“An interesting plan,” Fenwald says, shifting his staff to his other hand. “But it is not enough. Might I suggest establishing objectives for this siege, so that we might have goals?”

“Mine and those with me have one goal,” Simon says. “Rescue the June Child,”

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“Ragga desires death and glory!” Ragga says. “I will be this city to the ground if it pleases me!”

“Hm,” The Blood Queen says. “As for us, the Prince Orion simply desires power and knowledge, and finds it in his best interest to aid the both of you,”

“So,” Brother Simon says. “It is agreed, we assault with the ramps and then work our way from there. But we need to do it soon. This camp is a hotbed of sickness and plague waiting to happen,”

“There is also the matter of food,” Fendwald says. “We all appreciate the generous rations of food you have provided,” The sorcerer tilts his head towards Simon. “But just how long can this siege last?”

“As long as it takes,” Ragga says, smiling and revealing his pointed and blood-stained teeth. Living soldiers or dead soldiers, it matters not to Ragga, for he can command them all!”

“Keep that to a mimimum,” Simon says, pointing hard at Ragga. “I will ally myself with you, but only for a time, and only to rescue the hope for the western’s land future.”

“Very good then,” Fenwald says. “Then we will need to assault soon, while we can still feed the living. Let us further plan then for when we get past the first wall,”

That's it for the intro posts, I'm going to take a two hour break to give everyone time to get in the thread. Veteran players, you know what to do. Anyone who's interested in joining simply choose an existing character or bounce an idea for a new one

I'm going to try and post the new army PDF to my twitter, if someone wants to update the pastebin. Otherwise I will when I get back

Gonna have to stay up late. I'll update the pastebin, if you want me to keep managing it

I'm here boys.

>>2273426
I've been waiting for this wonderful moment, time to bring the house down!

>>2273429
I appreciate it, new pastebin is in Twitter if you feel like copying it onto the old one. Otherwise I'll do it when I get back
>>2273465
Welcome brother

>>2273465
We gonna tear this place down

A good plan, I think, is to send the undead in first, to establish a bridgehead. Undead don't fear and can soak up missle fire

Then we secure the port entering the city so the inhabitants starve more

>>2273472
Already done copying pastebin by the way

>>2273474
Hmmm....

Undead may soak up the damge, but undead are weak, vulnerable.

Ragga agrees to the plan nonetheless.

>>2273472
Question, how fast can a courier deliver a letter to the Dark City?

>>2273496
Besides, sending out the undead alone to soak the damage will cheer up the human soldiers

Also I just realized Ragga could potentially revive dead civillians and enemy troops to fight mid-battle, that sought to cause dread

>>2273513
I don't like where this is going, mister skellington.

>>2273516
Ohoho, I guess we have Askelias to thank for being a fucktard and betraying me.

(I also know his name is actually Askelies but fuck you, Askelias is better)

Speaking of the pastebin, it's here

https://pastebin.com/p5G8MhQK

Still missing quite a few dudes, hope they won't miss today's thread expecting one tomorrow

>>2273513
Depending on the recipient, it could be instant if xtatlak uses sorcerory. Otherwise three weeks by fast rider or one week by carrier bird

>>2273551
Also, you should make a Discord for this so we could communicate and meme outside the threads as well.

>>2273426
I am ready to break the Pretenders and restore order to the Black City!

>>2273519
Oppurtunities open up and I'm just trying to take advantage of them. I see you're as savage as ever Ragga.

>>2273556
Naaaah I'd say no for discords meself

>>2273551
Shall we decide on battle tactics yet? Simon would say some words of a plan he has in mind, for taking the first set of walls

>>2273561
I'm ambivilinant to discord, either or works for me

As for plans, I'd say discuss them and then when you're satisfied, roll for them. I'll be here for questions but my plot responses won't come for another hour

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>>2273574
"My lords, it is of the utmost importance that we are not delayed in the taking of the walls. Thus I propose the following plan:

We shall fill the siege ramps with Ragga's undead. They do not flee, fear and are resistant to arrow fire. Moreover, sending them out first will ease some of our human men.

To ensure the siege ramps are not held down by enemy siege engines, we shall send out both of my white dragons alongside the bone dragon that Prince Orion so generously sent us. They will harass the defenders so that the ramps may proceed smoothly.

Once we have the walls, I propose our next step be to take the port. With access outside completely locked, the defenders shall starve."

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2273574
The Black Legion will move with great haste using their alliance with the Art's Cabal to move quickly and secure a forward camp.

With the gates open they could move and quickly secure a gateway to the allied Cabal territory linking up with both supplies and men.

Those who inhabit our new sector would have three choices: service, death or expulsion.

>>2273585
Bugggger, not off to a great start.

>>2273585
Simon has no love for the black legion, who he has fought many battles against in the past

Just clarification that the attackers wouldn't let them through unapposed

>>2273590
Considering your forces are on the other side of the city there is not much you can do.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2273597
Uh I guess

Anyway rolling for my action here >>2273578
I assume Ragga and Orion get to roll with me?

>>2273551
Ooooo I do love sorcery
Will my army be able to reach the Dark City in time for the siege?

>>2273606

If you army sails from Mahaji off the Syptian coast, which is where I believe you left them, then yes you'd get there in about a week.

An army marching from Yopotchl, specifically Juxulan, would take about a month.

Sieges can last a damn long time, of course it's all truncated for us, spread out among posts

>>2273603

Yes Ragga and Orion well state what they're rolling for and roll as well. In this instance all your rolls will generally aid each other, even if you're not rolling for the same thing

>>2273585
Are you sending just the 15,000 legionaries or the auxiliaries too?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2273628
Look for and revive any spare corpses before sending all the undead up the ramps.

>>2273628
Just Legionaries, auxiliaries will secure a camp and way out of the city if things go south.

Kinsee here

>>2273649
Did the dark city fall yet?

>>2273649
Kinsee, pun buddy!

Are you ready for this fight?

>>2273657
Siege literally starts this thread which hasn't even begun, bro pay some atenshun

>>2273665
Kinda main reason why I came is to evacuate citizens before the siege happens
>>2273666
That's going to be hard for me

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>>2273657
Welcome brother, not yet, the battle has only yet begun

Today we're taking it pretty slow so everyone and any new players have a chance to jump aboard, I'm going to give it till this evening for people to figure out what they want to roll for. We'll obviously pick up the pace over the weekend

>>2273675
Till this evening? Are you delaying the startup further?

Would like to know, time shortages and all that

>>2273387
And so it begins! Yes!

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>>2273676
That's right I forget you're on a slightly different time zone, if its night over there I'd say go ahead and sleep, I'm really taking Thursday slow for new players and because it was a month long hiatus and people might need time to reorient themselves in the world.

I'll post once this evening to address everyone's rolls, and also be posting to answer questions and help anyone new, and then we're back at it again early friday morning central america time

>>2273684
A prisoner was told how he’ll be executed. Needless to say, he was shocked.

>>2273684
Oh darn. It's my sister's birthday tomorrow, so I will be unavailable most of the time. I'm sort of a minor character so the plot shouldn't require my presence, anyways. I'll drop in when I can.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2273410
Get my turn out of the way
The priestess in the actual city sets up caravans from the city to RaMeen for anybody who does not want to get murdered while also sending messengers to all who are loyal to the religion to pick up arms and come to the dark city to help defend.

>>2273711
A 20
Looks like there is some hope in this siege

>>2273693
I should mention all players should roll an action. The DLID threads are 60% images and get deleted from the archives, so I do not know what anyone's last roll was from last thread

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2273743
Sorry

Well, I need to go to bed for now but i'm pretty sure I won't miss anything important.

See y'all tomorrow!

>>2273771
See you tommorow pun buddy

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2273776
With whatever sorcery Xtatlak has in his disposal he will send a message to the leaders in the dark city offering his aid in return they will give him a vial of the June Child's blood and territory in the dark city including their great library full with magic books.(If my memory serves right I think there was a mention of the library)

>>2273747
My forces somewhat worse for the wear, I head back to our base of operations in Messa that Orion so kindly allowed us to make use of, with all the loot we could carry from the site of the battle. Once back, we shall go about recruiting new crew to replenish our losses, and, if we can, purchase new vessels as necessary.
Further plans shall be laid when we arrive.

>>2273955

>>2273942
Don't know about that Skelly boy

>>2274071
My aid or conditions?

I think I was preparing to move west? Use human slaves to create more orckin while getting the army ready to move out east, give a speech about making all of Syptia an orckin empire then eventually everything else.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2274103

gonna start updating soon

>>2274103
You moving east or west?
>>2274075
I don't know yet

Rolled 13 (1d20)

Isha
Train and prepare your defenses

Rolled 11 (1d20)

Hecate
Train with your sisters and raise some defenses

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>>2273631
>>2273603

Joshri, son of Lamful, fidgets with his belt. His sheath and sword continue to bash against his leg, and Joshri struggles to adjust it so he stops tripping.

A man dressed in both plate and mail comes up to him. The man raises his visor, pointing at Joshri’s belt. “Fela mo sero’jama?” The man says.

Joshri stops adjusting his belt and gives the man a look. “That sounded like Ohmrik,” Joshri says. He shrugs. “I don’t speak Ohmrik, me,” Joshri points at himself. “I’m from Dhami,”

The man nods. “Ah yes, Dhami, I speak it. Many in the west do. Myself, I am from Lahnnam,”

Joshri nods. “Southern Bal, right?”

“Yes, my name is Podarus, in the service of Lord Rennaqilt,”

“Joshri, of House Imil-Sudur,”

The two knights hear a noise and turn. In the distance are the fields of Breveka, stretching out in all directions. Dominating the skyline however, is the Dark City. It rises like a mountain range. Smoke billows from behind the walls. Joshri can smell the strange mixture from where he stands.

The noise came from three colossal siege ramps. Beasts of burden grunt and strain to drag the ramps forward. Podarus shields his eyes with a hand and peers at the wooden structures. “You know,” Podarus says. “I was surprised when my lord followed the sword brother here,”

“You do not believe in the June Child?” Joshri says, staring at the ramps as well.

Podarus shrugs. “I don’t know about any child. But Bal, the northern kingdoms, we do not get along with each other.” Podarus points to a section of the field with bright tents and massive banners. “Those are men from Worhiem. It is any wonder they have not tried to kill my lord yet,”

Joshri nods. “I’m not sure what to think of the child either,” Joshri points his gauntlet at the Dark City. “But that right there? That abomination? I want to tear it down, brick by brick.”

“You speak of abominations,” Podarus says. “But you have not yet seen what follows the siege ramps,”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

Podarus leans in closer to Joshri. “The one they call Ragga? They say he commands the dead,”

“What?” Joshri says, looking affronted. “I cannot believe such a thing! Brother Simon of the Sword Brethren is said to be an honorable man!”

It is Podarus’s turn to shrug. “This thing,” The knight gestures at the Dark City. “It is not about honor or dishonor. It is war, nothing more. They say the child, she will bring food to all. They say her blood feeds our army even now.” Podarus turns again to the siege ramps. They are rolling closer to the wall. “I do not know if it is true. What I do know is that I have spent my whole life fighting in Northern Bal. And now I do the same here.”

“Yes well, I fight for the future,” Joshri says.
Several knights appear from behind a tent.

“Joshri!” One yells.

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“Yes yes, I’m coming,” Joshri says. He turns to Podarus and bows. “May we both find honor on the battlefield,”

Podarus smiles, bowing in return. “May we both live to see tomorrow,”

Joshri jogs off with the other knights. He unslings his shield from his back and buckles it to his left arm.

“Are you ready?” His fellow knight says, jostling him in the shoulder.

“Aye,” Joshri says, grinning. “I’m ready,”

An hour later Joshri finds himself at the bottom of a massive ramp. The walls of the Dark City rise so high they blot out of the sky. The ramp rises as well. Joshri grows nervous just looking at it.

“Listen up!” Barrowlot, the elder knight says. His sword is drawn, and he points up the ramp. “There’s fourteen thousand corpses on that wall! By all accounts they should have overrun it! We’re going up there and securing the gatehouse!”

“ARROWS!” A voice yells.

“ARROWS,” Others voices join in.

“Shields up lads!” Barrowlot says.

Joshri raises his shield and crouches. He hears the arrows as they whistle from the wall. They hit his shield, some bouncing off, others embedding in the wood and metal strips. Joshri hears a gurgle and turns to see the knight next to him. An arrow sticking out from his eye. The knight falls back into the mud.

The arrows stop and Barrowlot straightens up. “That’s it, let’s go let’s go!”

Joshri stands up and charges up the ramp with the other knights. They all cheer, but it dies out quickly as they ramp rises. Joshri does his best not to look down, but the wind buffets him the higher he seems to climb.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, Joshri and at least three hundred other knights reach the top of the ramp. Joshri is on the brink of fainting, as they are at a dizzying height. He can’t though, as sudden adrenaline fills his veins. The group of knights behind him let’s out a cheer and a roar, and Joshri does the same.

At the top of the ramp Joshri jumps down onto the wall. It is as wide as a street, and covered in corpses.

“To the gatehouse!” Barrowlot says, pointing at a massive stone structure as big as a castle. It rests in the middle of the wall.

The knights jog along the wall. Joshri hears whistling again, and instinctively brings up his shield. His instincts save him, as bolts tear down from the gatehouse onto the top of the wall. Several knights grunt and collapse. Joshri’s shield catches a bolt, which goes through and bounces off his breast plate. Joshri grunts in pain, but keeps running.

There are at least a hundred undead at the wall-door to the gatehouse. They’re smashed up against the gatehouse, climbing on top of each other in a strange pyramid of bodies.

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>>2274313

“Dammit all,” Joshri says, gazing at the undead before him. “They’re blocking our way!”

Barrowlot surveys the scene, his face turning into a grimace. “No they’re not,” He says. “They’re our path into the gatehouse.” Barrowlot points his sword at the undead. “Climb those bodies men, we go to the top!”

Joshri hesitates for a moment, then runs after Barrowlot and the other knights. They reach the undead and clamber on top of them. Joshri stares at the undead soldiers groaning and mashing against each other, then the knight plunges in.

He climbs on his hands and knees up the bodies. He reaches the top, where both undead and knights are climbing over onto the gatehouse. Joshri climbs over the gate himself, tumbling down onto to stone. He stands and is immediately hit by a warhammer. Joshri’s world spins, and he slams against the wall. His vision clears, and Joshri sees an enemy. He raises his sword, and charges forward.

Three hours later, Joshri stands amid heaps of corpses. His face is smeared in blood, as is most of his armor and tunic. Joshri has lost his right eye, or his headwound is bleeding so much Joshri is merely temporarily blind. He can’t tell. Joshri is one of ten knights to have survived the assault on the gatehouse. Barrowlot is dead, Joshri remembers seeing him get stabbed in the neck by a halberd. There are several undead milling about too, technically survivors.

Joshri walks over to the edge of the gatehouse and peers down into the city. The gatehouse is open, and Ragga’s or Simon’s or Orion’s troops pour inside the outer ring of the city.

“Heyyyy!”

Joshri turns to pinpoint the voice. It is Podarus, standing on the wall. “Greetings,” Joshri says, waving. “I see you survived,”

“And you as well,” Podarus says, pointing at him and grinning. “I can tell by your face this was your first siege. It does not get any easier friend!”

“We have won the walls,” Joshri says.

“We have won some of the walls.” Podarus points out at the expansive stretch of city down below. “This is just the first ring, you can see the second wall easily from here, it is almost bigger than the first!”

Joshri knows it to be true. The crusaders have only taken one gatehouse, and the city is larger than anything he has ever seen in his life. It like conquering a kingdom unto itself.

“Still though,” Podarus says. “It is a good start. Come on down from that gatehouse. Let us leave these walls and get to the battle below,” Podarus clears his throat. “Or perhaps we call it a day and drink back at camp, eh?”

Joshri smiles. “Why yes, I think I rather like the second option,”

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>>2273711
>>2274290

“Where are they!” General Isha demands, sweeping into the chamber. “Where are they!” She yells again. Her comrade, brother Pram, follows her, as does two other Moon Knights.

Inside the chamber is Aeoch’s brother-demi, Jusdus, as well Amedden the High Priest. Isha stops in front of a table with a map of the city.

“Where are those black legion cowards!” Isha says.

“You mean the Grand Marshal?” High Priest Amedden says. “I do not know,”

“We will no longer be able to count on the service of the legion,” Jusdus says, his raggedy garments swaying as he talks. “Another Grand Marshal has entered the city with legions, apparently in league with the Arts Cabal. The new Grand Marshal is currently in the cabal’s quarters, and Grand Marshal Tarvis is laying siege to it,”

“Now?? NOW??” Isha slams the table before her, overturning a temple goblet full of wine. It splashes over the map, then pools at the corners. “What are those fools thinking! We have enemies outside the gate, in the city even! And the Black Legion decides to have a civil war??”

“That is,” The High Priest Amedden says, nodding. “Most unfortunate,”

General Isha puts both hands on the table and leans heavily over the map. “They’ve taken a gatehouse,” She says darkly. “They’re pouring into the city,”

“A single gatehouse,” Jusdus says. His voice does not hiss like his brothers. It is almost worse in its clarity. “The crusaders can only enter through a single point,”

“We’ve noticed they’re attempting a river assault as well,” High Priest Amedden says. He points at the spot on the city map where the waters run past the first ring. It’s smeared with wine. “Our temple guard is holding them off for now. They continue sending pontoons full soldiers,”

General Isha stares at the map. “Can you keep the city ports secure?”

High Priest Amedden nods. “Our temple guard are in their element. Four thousand of them are more than enough to secure the docks,”

Isha straightens up from it and crosses her arms. “I’ve been contacted by the emperor of the Juxulan empire,”

“Xtatlak,” Jusdus says.

“Yes,” General Isha says. “As you know, the empire is a considerable force. A powerful ally. The city is in need of allies,”

“Xtatlak cannot be trusted,” Jusdus says. “My brother will not have it,”

“I will need to consult my mistress as well,” High Priest Amedden says. “I do not now what High Priestess Kinsee will say,”

“Where is Aeoch,” Isha says, pointing at Jusdus. “Where is your master, I will not speak to his lapdog,”

“I am no lapdog general,” Jusdus says. “The Eater of Whispers is busy with urgent matter,”

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“Urgent?” General Isha says. “What is more urgent than this? Here is what I say. We have just lost twenty thousand soldiers, soldiers we needed. I am inviting Lord Xtatlak into this city, and we are killing every invader we can get our hands on,”

"If we are not united," Jusdus says. "We fall,"

"At least give me the time to consult the High Priestess Kinsee," Amedden says.

General Isha stares from Jusdus, to Amedden. Finally she nods. "Tell Aeoch that if the High Priestess agrees, no matter what Aeoch says, we will have Xtatlak's armies aid us,"

"Very well," Jusdus says. "In the mean time, I suggest we plan our counter attack,"

"Yes," General Isha says, looking down at the map. "High Priest Amedden, if you can continue to hold the docks, I believe my armies, as well as Aeoch's, will be more than sufficient for neighborhood and street fighting in the outer ring."

"Very well," High Priest Amedden says, bowing.

"Lapdog," General Isha says, turning to Jusdus. "Let us take back our city,"

Jusdus chuckles. "Careful general, but yes, let us plan the counter attack,"

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>>2274389
Was kinda hoping for my call of my own crusaders to help out
Looks like the religion is really dead after all

>>2274400
Oh they're coming, trust me, the Dark Lord still has many fanatical followers. It's going to be a strange conflict between June Child believers, He fanatics, and pissed off people with long memories.

It will take some time however

>>2274408
But what is this religion even about and who is the god? Can I make the June child our god?

>>2274426

Your religion centers around worshiping the Dark Lord. It's more a way to tax the ten lands than anything using temples, but the temple is a mighty powerful organization because of it.

You could make the June Child your god, but it would cause a hell of a shit storm. Perhaps making her a prophet, or naming her a saint, or working her into the religion somehow

>>2274443
The dark lord is dead
Dark lord is god
Dark lord dead
Dark lord=dead religion
June child=alive
=make June child part of the religion so people like me

>>2274450

Like I said, it could definitely work. At the moment you've spun the Dark Lord disappearing story into your religion as well, but Kinsee has always been about radical, unusual moves.

You'll have a fight on your hands from some of the temple members, and others, but it'd be an interesting move. Hmm yes, I think it could work.

>>2274457
Kinsee is weird one of her first moves was to move a temple to another land and that worked out great
Also how is RaMeen doing? How many people are there?

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Laesea stands at her window in the tower, staring down at the distant smoke. Her tower is in the middle ring, but from her height she can still easily spy the outer ring. She knows there is fighting, she can hear battle horns and drums, and screams.

The June Child understands at least a large part of this is her fault. Just this morning, Maldry and two other women comforted her as a strange priest took another vial of her blood. They do not do it often, only once every couple of days. Still, it is a barbaric task that Laesea dreads.

She hears a loud boom, and stares out the window. A thick column of smoke rises in the distance from a section of the city.

“It’s gunpowder,” A voice says.

Laesea turns and spots a strange figure perched near the window. It is a creature with the body of a man, but a skull for a head. The body is marked in strange and frightening tattoos.

“It’s a very expensive black powder,” The skull man continues. “You won’t see much of it, too hard to make. But the explosions,” The skull man turns to the window, taking in the billowing smoke.

The June Child stumbles backwards, her mouth trying to scream. The skull person puts a finger to their lips.

“Do not scream now,” It says. “You are the only one who can see me,”

“W-who,” Laesea says, slowly getting to her feet. “Wha-what are you?”

“I have many names,” The skull man says. “But you may call me Xtatlak,”

“Zat-lack?”

The skull man nods. “Lord Xtatlak, of the southern Juxulan Empire. Though in my days, it was known as Taxotalican,”

“Why are you in my room, Lord Xtatlak?” Laesea says, taking a step closer. “Are you a ghost lord?”

Xtatlak hisses. It takes a moment, but Laesea realizes it is laughter.

“No,” Xtatlak says. “I simply wished to introduce myself, and see what all the chaos is about,”

Laesea slowly nods. “I do not wish to be the center of chaos,”

“And yet you are,” Xtatlak says. "The life of the living tends to run such courses,"

"If I could, I would not bear this burden,"

"Hm," Xtatlak says, hissing again. "I am sure one such as you is pained to see such bloodshed," His form starts to fade. “My armies are poised to save this city, it all depends on a High Priestess. Perhaps we will meet each other in-person soon,”

“Perhaps,” Laesea says frowning. “And if not, will you continue to visit me in this strange, ghostly visage, Lord Xtatlak of the Juxulan?”

Xtatlak’s skull breaks into a smile as he fades away.

“Perhaps,”

>>2274459

RaMeen is doing very well, the city continues to grow, as does the kingdom Abbassa which RaMeen lies in. Kinsee's alliance with the Ivory Lord is also still going strong

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2274365
This is a risky move but it's worth a shot
Amedden Sends couple elite soilders over to the captured gatehouse the idea is that it seems that a huge force is attempting to retake but actually it's only a few dozen while this is happening a larger force attacks the now confused guards in a attempt to recapture the gate house and deal a serious blow to the attackers

>>2274472
who are Kinsees Parants and why is it that she is sometimes a women and other times a snake?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2274365
Isha
Head out with the men and take back the gate

>>2274504
A woman and a snake, obviously.
Duh.

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>>2273747

Allatuis's fleet crests wave after wave on the mighty seas west of Messa. The sky is dark, with clouds billowing in at a distressing rate.

The Sea Lord is undaunted. He stands on the deck of his ship, spyglass in hand. His sailors run around behind him, tightening ropes and securing cargo.

"Captain," First Mate Jin says, coming up to Allatuis. "We've spotted Rellingcove,"

Rellingcove was the new name of Allatuis's sea base. The Prince Orion gladly gave him the town after Allatuis ferried Orion's Armies to Lower Romaes.

The town is somewhat destroyed, having suffered the attack from the merchants guilds farther north in Bal.

Still, it is a place to moor the ships, repair, and rest. The Prince Orion has even sent two hundred men, women and children to repopulate the town and better serve the Sea Lord.

"Good," Allatuis says, closing the spyglass and handing it to his first mate. "Beach the ships, fix them out, get out as much rum to the crew as you can afterwards. We need a good rest,"

Allatuis leaves his flagship and watches as his sailors pull the ships and beach them outside of Rellingcove. He takes a long, deep drink from a jug of wine, then tosses it aside.

He turns and heads back to Rellingcove, to meet with his captain and plan his next move.

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>>2274343
Great powers aisled the city, monsters and abomination of powers beyond comprehension. In the great Art’s Cabal the Dark Lord had gathered art users, artifacts and beasts from across the world!

He was only one man and would need more power to destroy these usurpers, he would seek powerful artifacts from the Cabal to arm himself and his army.

He would also see what powerful art users and beasts that the Cabal has to help destroy the traitor.

>>2274510
Beastility
This is why kinsee is the way she is

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>>2274107

King Gaul rests in the fortress city of Bandeer, the capital of the Kushluk empire. The former Kushluk empire that is, now, it is the kingdom of the Orckin.

The orckin king rests on his throne, in his court. The wind demon is there as well, leaning against the ornate and mosaic walls of the king’s hall. There are also orckin captains, and generals gathered before Gaul’s throne.

Standing in front of the captains are men in strange garb and odd staffs. They are alchemists, ones King Gaul has called upon to make more orckin.

“Forgive us, my king,” The alchemists say, getting on their knees and bowing to the floor. “We have been unable to make strong orckin. We have many terrifying creatures they we have made in error, but the orckin form eludes us!”

King Gaul nods, pressing a goblet to his lips. “And why have you deemed it acceptable to fail me?”

“Please,” The alchemists say, pressing themselves into the ground. “We simply need alchemists, scholars of the Arts, from the Dark City! They were the ones who created the Orckin, it is they who can give us the secrets!”

“Hmph, yes,” King Gaul says. “Alchemists from the city, to replace the ones here before me!” He spits, gesturing at them. “Take them away, I will figure out what I wish to do with them later,”

The alchemists plead as they are dragged away. King Gaul turns to three of his captains. “Get me alchemists from the Dark City, I will have my orckin armies,”

The orckin captains nod.

“Yes my king,”

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2274511
It is likely that, with so many soldiers off at the siege of the Dark City, their lands, families and homes will be vulnerable. This means that there's money to be taken, goods to be stolen, and general acts of questionable morality to be committed. Once this storm clears and the ships and crew are ready to go, we'll go on the biggest pillaging spree yet, targeting larger villages along the coast than normally we would. Of course, the odd unprotected cargo ship wouldn't go amiss either...

>>2274529
Can you drop your twitter?

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>>2274546
I shouldn't have drunk that wine, should I?

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>>2274294

Hecate, mistress of the Coven of He, stands on the ramparts of the city of Narrowfast. It is a strong city, one her forces have just captured. She is considering making it her capital, for her new kingdom.

“Mistress,” A witch says, coming up to the walls and bowing.

“Look at that view Amila,” Hecate says, breathing deeply of the air. “Another city into the fold,”

“Yes mistress, it is beautiful,” Amila says. “But there is a messenger from the south, you should hear his words,”

Hecate nods, following Amilia down the steps and into the city of Narrowfast. The streets are wide and cobbled with jagged stones. Hecate does her best to weave around the particularly dangerous ones.

In the center of the city rises a manor. It is ringed by another thick stone wall, as well as towers. Inside the walls, Hecate enters the Manor.

The stench of animal shit and rotting food assault’s Hecate. She does not mind it, passing through the main hall and into a side chamber. It is there a man in cloaks waits, clearly out of his mind with impatience.

“Thank goodness!” The man says, rising. “You must be the witch queen,”

“Sit,” Hecate says, coming to a chair and taking a seat. The man does so.

“Forgive me,” The man says, bobbing his head. “I was rude,”

“It is fine,” Hecate says, accepting a glass. The man is given one as well by Amilia. He drinks from it. “Now,” Hecate takes a sip herself. “What is it?”

“An army has sailed in from the south, landing in lower Romaes!”

“Hm, the Dark City yes? I hear there are all sorts of battles happening down there,”

“No, well, yes” The man says. “But this army is from Messa, from Prince Orion! It marches north, and the rumor is they wish to kill you witches!”

Hecate doesn’t respond for a moment, then sighs. “Hm, yes. It seems everyone wishes to kill witches these days. No matter, I will prepare for another war,”

The man nods eagerly, then clears his throat. Hecate rolls her eyes.

“Yes yes, thank you for the warning. Amilia, give the man as much gold as he can carry, the gods know we have enough of it these days,” Hecate stands. “Ah, and gather my commanders,”

“Yes mistress,” Amilia says, bowing

>>2274547
lopofthewoods

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That's it for me tonight lads, thanks for rejoining the adventure. We'll resume tomorrow morning and address rolls, and I'll be here a while longer tonight answering any questions

>>2274547
lopofthewoods

>>2274552
1's are just opportunities in disguise. I mean its bad don't get me wrong, but not the worst

>>2274504
That's a Temple mystery few know, and Kinsee hardly cares about

her mom was a Miar, or at least half miar

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2274589
Hecate
Gather witches and get ready for the fools who dare to attack you.

>>2274610
Darn it this is me.
Also, see you later I won't be able to make it in until later tomorrow

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>>2274468
Time to corrupt her mind, body, and soul! Great post as always

Rolled 2 (1d20)

"DEUS VULT!" Simon and 100 of his elite sword-brothers alongside many other crusaders, spearhead the assault of the port from both sea and land now that they have entrance to the city

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>>2274815
My luck's ran out here, help me out attacking the port Ragga my man

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2274589
>>2274819
Here we fucking go boys.

Ragga, in a not so sane fit of rage and battle frenzy, personally rushes through the city, his best warriors close behind and a sea of moving corpses far behind, shuffling towards them.

"BURN, BURN IT ALL!"

The Port is the target, of course.

>>2274529
I guess I do have a reason to go to the dark city, time to raid!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2275159

Let us take a moment to admire the rolls of Allatius

How many times has he rolled above 10? And how many rolls were 1-2?

Truly dice god does not favor him.

Anyway I'm setting up a seperate pastebin that is all about the dark city siege, now with fancy spacebar technology

Rolled 9 (1d20)

Oh boy, if it isn't my favourite fantasy shitfest.

I'll continue my campaign in Tembri, I think? I don't even know, the last thing I remember is me sieging some fortress. So, lets do it.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2274563
Dang it Lop! You said the 2nd ,not the first! Why didn't you put anything on the twitter!? I'm here now so let's get the ball rolling.

Send the the forces who sailed from the south towards the witches wood. Try to convert the wood spirits to our cause. Claiming that the woods be ours by right!

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>>2274546
Remember the slaves Allatius. The slaves!

>>2275362
>Why didn't you put anything on the twitter!?
But he did

>>2274589
If anyone hasn’t conquered or claimed it yet, would it be possible to create a new minor character from Oggan? He’d be a minor noble of the giant kingdom looking to claim the throne and then expand outwards.

>>2275415
I'm pretty sure it's already owned by the Black Legion. So very far away from all the action as well

I'd encourage you to play Aeoch, dude is one of the main characters and his player has been absent.. for like forever

>>2275431
Yup I just read up on Oggan in the twitter and it's defo Black Legion territory

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2274468
>>2274343
Do they know my demands?

Xtatlak will task Mala and his military strategists to see which option would be better, wait for the perfect oppurtunity to attack from behind pretty much surrounding him or go the dark city to defend. After giving the task, Xtatlak will visit Laesea to have another conversation about taking her "burden" for himself out of kindness.

>>2275415
We also have Aeoch needing a player if your'e interested.

>>2275436
Foolish Xtatlak, you can't surround a force nearly three times your size.

Should Simon be aware of Xtatlak flanking, he would harass them with dragons and knights, lion riders and other mobile forces, lop

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>>2275436
Well damn, you win some you lose some.

>>2275444
I was thinking when most of the army is in the city clashing with Aeoch and Isha's forces I can come from behind and face whatever part of the enemy army is at the back.

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I wonder if I can make a tidy profit from this little siege. Maybe send some scavenger bands, loot the dead and then resell the weapons and armour to fighters.

>>2275461
Doesn't sound practical at all. It's a long way south, and whoever wins will kill your dudes probably. Remnant defenders or the corpse city that Ragga would turn it into

>>2275466
You contact some criminal groups, use them as proxies, don't waste your own men and make a lil' bit of coin. Also, it should be useful to have some spies in the City.

>>2275474
Ruskiev's a bad boy. Simon ought to take his crusader host north later and make sure his homeland is free of heresy

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>>2274492
>>2274509

Joshri, of House Imil-Sudur, stands in a street of the Dark City. In the distance the walls of the outer ring and middle ring rise up like an ever-present canyon. The street itself is a canyon, with houses crammed and stacked on top of each other like sacks of grain thrown by a dock worker.

Joshri is surrounded by soldiers from the Kingdom of Mancha. His own companions, warriors of Imil-Sudur in Dhami, are nursing their wounds back in the crusader’s camp. All forty of them, the only ones who survived the initial assault. Joshri’s head is wrapped, but he himself is no worse for wear. He could not stay in camp either, no matter how mugs of mead Podarus shoved his way.

He cannot help but feel restless. The first time he stood on the gatehouse, and took in the city, it was a marvelous thing. Joshri cannot stay away now. He must stand in the street, pushing ever further inward. In another life he may have done so as a traveler. Today, he does it as a conqueror.

Joshri shares the street with the Manchan soldiers. They wear bucket helms and wield wicked-looking halberds. On the other end, behind stacks of carts and other make-shift barricades, are city soldiers. They release bows and crossbows down the street, keeping Joshri and the others at bay.

“Stand aside, stand aside!” A voice yells. Joshri turns and spots several carts on wheels being shoved down the street. He scrambles to the side of the road, as do the Manchan soldiers. The carts rush past, being pushed by other Manchan warriors.

“Follow the carts!” A sergeant yells. The men with halberds cheer and run after the carts. Joshri does the same.

The carts slam into the barricades, and the Manchan soldiers scramble over them. Crossbows and arrows knock several soldiers off the barricades, but the momentum is with the attackers now.

Joshri reaches the barricades and runs up them, sword held high. He leaps over the other side, landing on a soldier and sending him to the ground. Joshri punches him twice with his gauntlet, then struggles to stand back up.

Another city soldier stabs at Joshri with a knife. It sticks in Joshri’s armor joints, and the knight swings his sword at the soldier. The soldier goes down, and Joshri stabs him again.

There are more and more Manchan soldiers pouring over the barricade. The city soldiers start to break, running off down different side-streets. The Manchan’s cheer again and give pursuit.

A horn sounds. Its harsh call echoes down the building-lined streets. Joshri and his Manchan comrades pause.

At the far, far end of the street, appears a blue shimmer. Joshri squints, then realizes the shimmer is moving. As he and the other soldiers watch, the street fills with fully-armored knights on horse-back.

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>>2275500

They’re charging right for Joshri and the Manchans.

“Clear the street, clear the street!” The Manchan sergeant yells.

Joshri runs to the side of the road where the buildings form a wall. He slams his shoulder into a wooden door, caving it inward. He tumbles inside the building just as the knights tear by.

Their horses slam into the barricade, splintering it and sending Manchan soldiers flying. The soldiers behind the barricade raise their halberds, but the knights have lances and their horses are bred for the charge.

Joshri slowly gets up from his hands and knees. He struggles to his feet, then picks his sword up from the floor. He stumbles to the door and peers out into the street.

There are more knights rushing past on horseback. Joshri ducks back inside, then moves to the side to peer out a window. The knights are followed by soldiers. The soldiers rush past the shop, casting shadows against the floor.

Finally, after an agonizing time, the army passes. Joshri peers out of the shop and looks around. He can see the gate from where he is.

The city forces are swarming over it. Joshri takes off down the street, running as fast as his legs will carry him. He nears the gatehouse and the outer wall, and sees the back of the city army. He ducks down a sidestreet and runs towards the wall.

He finds the small staircase that he and Podarus used to first get down from the gatehouse and wall. He charges up it. Joshri knows that city forces are surrounding the gate, but they might not have taken the wall and the ramps yet.

After an exhausting climb, Joshri reaches the top of the wall. He stumbles up the last step, and looks around.

The knights and blue are on the wall, as well as the gatehouse. There are crusaders as well, but they are being slaughtered by the knights. Joshri watches in shock, then snaps to his senses. He runs towards the ramp, which is thankfully still in one piece.

Once he gets on the ramp, he turns back to look at the gatehouse. The knights have captured it, and are raising their flag. Joshri squints, and spots a woman beneath the flag. She is in full plate armor, surrounded by the other knights.

“All hail General Isha!” A knight commands.

“Hail! General Isha!” The knights reply.

“I’ll be back for you, bitch,” Joshri mumbles under his breath. He does the sign of forgiveness for swearing, then runs down the ramp back to camp.

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>>2274815

Brother Simon and a hundred of his sword brothers stand on the shores outside the Dark City. There are thousands of crusaders around them. In the water before them, are thousands of pontoons. Crusaders are working quickly to lash them together.

A crusader runs up to the sword brothers. “They are almost done, Brother Simon,” the crusader says, bowing.

“Good work,” Simon says, drawing his sword. He turns to his brothers. “We will take the docks, we will forge a path into the heart of the city. We will crush that vile heart, and we will rescue the future. Are you with me brothers?”

“Crush the heart!” The brothers yell, raising their swords in the air.

“Signal our comrades, let the assault begin!”

The crusaders raise their weapons and gather in the shallows. The pontoons are pushed out into the waters. One after the other slips out. Soldiers on the pontoons throw ropes to each other, securing each piece together. As the first pieces are tied together, Brother Simon leaps onto the first pontoon.

“Forward brothers, forward!”

The pontoons are now all lashed together. The far end is headed straight for the docks inside the outer wall. Thousands of crusaders clamor onto the pontoon bridge. The bridge bobs violently into the water, but it is wide and long enough that it does not sink.

Brother Simon yells as he beats his feet across the bridge. Thousands yell behind him. The Temp Guard realize what is happening, and rush to intercept the bridge. Arrows begin to rain down.

Simon reaches the other side and leaps onto the dock the bridge bumps into. He charges across it, meeting a score of temple guards with spears and swords. Simon’s brothers are behind him.

The battle rages. More and more crusaders pour off the bridge. Some are struck by arrows en-route, plummeting into the waters. Simon cuts, hacks and slashes. He fingers are bloodied, his armor torn. He does not stop. There are few swordsmen who have had so long to practice war as Simon.

The arrows grow thicker, and the Temple Guard begins to rally. They are steadily pushing Simon and the crusaders back towards the waters.

Shapes appear from the depths. Bubbles sprout up from the water, then heads. The first body to climb out of the water is Ragga the Conqueror. Behind him, thousands of undead grip the docks and pull themselves up.

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>>2275509

“Holy mannnnnn!” Ragga bellows, pointing his axe at Simon. “I grew impatient waiting for the bridge, here is Ragga now to slay our enemies! Come meet your death my foes!”

Ragga charges across the dock and leaps feet-first into a crowd of Temple Guard. He knocks two of them to the ground, then stands up and cleaves a head from its perch with his axe. The undead shuffles after him, closing in on the temple guard.

One of Simon’s sword brother’s leans in towards him. “I do not like this brother,”

“Nor I,” Simon says. He raises his sword again and starts walking towards the Temple Guard. “But much in life displeases me, I will fix as much as I can before the Gods call me to rest,”

With the addition of Ragga and his warriors, the Temple Guard are slowly pushed back. After several more hours of fighting, a beachhead is established, and for now, the docks belong to the crusaders.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2275512
Simon leaves a garrison of sorts at the docks. He will launch his assault of Aeoch's citadel from it one day.

"The damned traitor Knights of the Moon will undo all of our progress. It is vital that we kill them - or at least, kill all of their horses."

He gathers all of his elite sword brothers - they have been unhorsing cavalry in cities since the start of their career. With crusader support he intends to push them out of the gate

He will also duel Isha if the opportunity arises

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>>2274513


The inner ring quarter between Aeoch and Isha’s district is in chaos. Black armor is everywhere, as are black and red flags. Bolts and arrows, boiling oil and rocks, all fill the streets.

And of course, worse things as well. For the army that attacks this quarter, attacks the quarter of the Arts Cabal. Learned men and women who may call on powers above that of the common person.

The people surrounding the quarter lock their doors and shutter their windows. They believed themselves to be safe. Merchants and craftsmen, tradesmen and land-owners. All who lived in the inner ring believed the siege would never reach them.

What they did not realize, is that the Dark City was large enough to host two sieges.

The black legion under Grand Marshal Tarvis throws itself at the Cabal’s quarter. Inside are legionaries under the command of Grand Marshal Baroque

By the frenzy and frequency of the attacks, Grand Marshal Baroque can tell Tarvis is offended that Baroque’s forces are inside the city. Grand Marshal Baroque is not the kind of man to smile at such a thing, but he can’t help but curl the corner of his mouth.

Baroque stands on the balcony of one of the Cabal Towers. Below the battle rages as Tarvis’s forces put ladders to the quarter’s walls. Next to Tarvis is an old woman named Segooie. She is rumored to be among the best of the Arts scholars, and Baroque wishes to see her rain death on Tarvis’s soldiers.

Segooie finishes mumbling something, then cuts her hand with a knife. At this height, the wind is fierce. Segooie lets the wind take her blood away. She then closes her eyes and utters a single word.

A bolt of lightning arcs down from the sky. It impacts on the street, in the middle of a legionnaire column. They’re sent flying, their bodies hitting the buildings that line the street.

The thunder follows.

“How precise,” Baroque comments, then turns away into the tower.

Inside waits an apprentice Arts user. He bows.

“Grand Marshal, I bring word from the Cabal master of tools,”

“And?”

“I am afraid we have nothing that may arm an army. Only knowledge, and scrolls for learned men,”

“Hmph,” Grand Marshal Baroque says. “Then we will have to devise a different strategy.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2275526
It was time to call an all out offensive, gathering the Cabal Art Users, his own Legion Sorcerers and the Shamans of Rhata Ghast they would summon a blizzard of such size the world had never seen.

With this the auxiliary troops would move forward and join with the Black Legion for a brutal push against the traitors.

>>2275548
Holy shit man 2,4,2

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>>2274546

Allatuis’s ships are fixed in good order. The sea lord and his crew retire to the town, newly rebuilt, then spend the night in rest in relaxation.

This of course means drinking.

The pirates and the new villagers get along well enough. The villagers can hold their drink, and give the pirates a run for their money in boasting. The sea people have also gotten a hang for drinking, and often drink the pirates under the table. This of course is seen as a challenge, and many games and boasts are had as a result.

Allatuis watches from his seat on the far end of the village’s tavern. Several of the village women have approached him with offers of drink and other things, but Allatuis has sent them away. His mind is on his plans, and the routes that would seem most beneficial.

Allatuis wakes the next morning still in his seat. A man is shaking him.

“My lord, my lord!” The man says. “Come to the beach, quickly!”

Allatuis gets to his feet and snatches his hat off the chair. The pirates and villagers are passed out all across the tavern hall. Allatuis runs over their bodies and follows the man out of the tavern.

Outside, Allatuis is greeted by the village, the beach, and in the ocean, twenty ships. His heart sinks.

He slows to a walk and approaches the beach. In the sand are gathered at least a hundred men. They’re standing in loose circles around Allatuis’s beached ships. The sea lord nears the group, and spots a man sitting on a crate. The man is dressed in peacock finery; feathers, medals, jewels and silks.

“Well well well!” The man says, opening his arms wide. “If it isn’t captain Allatuis!”

“Tobi,” Allatuis says.

“That’s King Tobi to you boy!” The man says, standing. He jerks a thumb back at the beached ships. “Those are nice ships you got there,”

“I’ve grown fond of them,” Allatuis says.

“You may be wondering why I’ve come to this backwards shithole of a coast, all up on your beach and in your business hm?”

“The thought crossed my mind,”

“Well boy, by the fact that I now expect you to call me King, you can probably gather that I’ve come up in the world as of late. That’s right, I’m a pirate king!”

“And how did you swing that, I wonder,” Allatuis says. He gazes at the men gathered on the beach. They stare back. The twenty ships bob silently in the harbor beyond.

“Well there’s a new boss on the seas, see?” Tobi says, hooking his thumbs in his lapels. “You best do well to remember that. His name is the Wave God, and he’s appointing pirate kings left and right. And as a pirate king, I have the right to pressgang whoever I want into my fleet!”

“That so?”

“It is boy,” Tobi says, staring darkly at Allatuis. “So get your crew, and these pathetic ships, and get them in the water. You’re joining the flotilla of King Tobi!”

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2275512
>>2275521
Hollering in victory, Ragga quickly leaves Simon and the Docks behind to ravage, raid and pillage his way through the first layer of the city, Slytongue taking advantage of the City's poor food situation to recruit citizens with promises of food, glory and 'The chance to see their dead relatives once more.'

There is also a copious amount of insults and challenges towards Aeoch, calling for a duel with Ragga. Most of this comes from the Conqueror himself.

>>2275560
Me, Ragga and Orion here, we have the best rolls in town folks. You won't find any higher or better quality rolls in the whole country, boy I tell you that

>>2275557


“And where are we headed, King Tobi?”

The pirate king smiles, waving his hand in the air. “The Dark City boy! The Wave God wishes to get a piece of the pie! The pie being the city!”
Tobi lets out a roar of laughter and walks away. Allatuis watches as the men head back to their ships. He looks one more time at the fleet, then turns back towards the village.

>>2275415

You can be a noble from Oggan if you wish, you'll just be in direct conflict with the Black Legion. But considering the Black Legion has territory everywhere, that's not saying much.

There's also other kingdoms that are similar to Oggan

>>2275560
>>2275566
Shit, forgot to put trip on but it's fine.

Also, fuck yeah, we're the best.

ALSO, despite this being fun as fuck, i'm kinda thinking of making or playing as a minor character just for shits and giggles.

>>2275576
Yeah but don't abandon Ragga bro what will we do without you

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2275580
Of course not, Ragga will never be lost, I mean, what the hell would you do without him?

Also in addition to>>2275560
I'm just gonna roll again to see if Ragga can get a personal wardog.

He shall be named Scooby.

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>>2275362

Mistress Hecate walks among the fields of Moeel in southern Ghomas. The reeds bend in the wind, and dark clouds roll above her.

“Hecate,”

The witch turns to see Ekeen, her friend and the greatest rune-writer in the ten lands. At least in Hecate’s humble opinion.

“Ekeen,” Hecate says, walking over to her. “How goes the words on the wind,”

“You need to come with me,” Ekeen says. “I’ve just gotten word, the Roma woods are in turmoil,”

Hecate hikes up her cloak and chases through the field after Ekeen.

“What happened,”

“The children of the forest have broken into all-out war,” Ekeen responds. “That prince from Messa, Orion, he arrived in the woods and allied himself with the Lydda court,”

“The Lydda’s?” Hecate says, furrowing her brow as she runs through the field. “In the south?”

“Yes, there were several other minor courts who joined as well. They’ve all marched into the Eddo court lands and have killed anyone they come into contact with,”

The two witches reach the edge of the field. Four-hundred knights mill about, some leaning on their horses, others sitting on the ground. Hecate runs to where a soldier has her horse, and takes the reins from him.

“Mount up!” Hecate says. The knights scramble to get on their horses. Hecate points at Ekeen. “Our kingdom is strong, we will cleanse these rebels and invaders. Gather what forces you can to the north,” Hecate signals the knights. “We ride for the Roma Woods!”

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>>2275603

As the four-hundred ride to join other forces, the Roma woods to the south are deadly silent. Orion, prince of Messa, strolls among the woods with his greatwolves behind him. Blackfur is there as well, keeping pace as he chews on a forest child body.

“They do not relent easily, do they,” Orion says, stopping to study the body of a fey. It is pinned against a tree with a spear.

“The little forest people hate each other almost as much as men do,” Blackfur says. He finishes chewing and spits the body to the side. One of the greatwolves behind him scoops it up and eats it in two bites.

“This war will take too long,” Orion says, gazing around the woods. “There are too many trees, to many hollows. Too many holes in the ground with which forest children can hide. They will fight among themselves for years,”

“Then let us leave these woods, and go after the witch,” Blackfur says. He leans against a tree and cleans his teeth on a branch.

“I agree old friend,” Prince Orion says, surveying the forest. “Perhaps we will stay here a bit longer and kill more fey. Perhaps we will move on. I will think on it,”

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>>2275160

Captain Bulduj wipes his nose with a gnarled finger. His fangbeast pants beneath him, itching to collapse on the soft grass.

There are a thousand other fangbeast riders behind Bulduj. They’re all ridden by orckin, and all are tired. Before them are the plains of Breveka, and beyond that, the black smear of the Dark City on the horizon.

The orckin riders have nearly killed their mounts cross the Syptian deserts, and then the south-spire mountains. But they’re unrelenting pace has paid off. They are in lower Romaes, and their target is before them.

A cry goes up from the rear of the pack. Bulduj looks behind him. A band of riders and soldiers is closing in behind them. Bulduj looks over their heads, and concludes they must have come from the woods.

The fangbeasts are near-exhaustion. On the other hand, the fangbeasts are starving. One of them cackles, and the others join in; their hunting call. The orckin know to grip tightly and let the beasts do what comes naturally.

The attackers rush to meet the orckin. They are armied with all manner of spears, halberds, pikes and maces. The fangbeasts are animals though, predators. And the orckin have weapons too.

The battle is quick, then men quickly break away. Buldju wishes to run them all down, but he knows the fangbeasts cannot take it.

It seems he will need to camp before he can raid the Dark City.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2275603
Hecate move as quickly as you can prepare your best spells

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2275500
Isha
repair the defenses and hold it with your men

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2275512
retake the docks using the same stratagy as the gatehouse

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>>2275276

The kingdom of Drolga and the Golden Cities marches forth into Tambri, against the city of Amayon in the kingdom of Sinobast. Siege slings and catapults hurl rocks and stones over the walls of Amayon, and soldiers rush to get ladders near the wall.

Lord Ruskiev watches from his stead, along with his guard. An explosion sounds behind the wall, fire wallowing up.

"Hmph," Lord Ruskiev leans back in his saddle. "What manner of devilry is going on behind those walls,"

"Likely they're storing powder," A knight says, lifting his visor. "The eastern lands are known to dabble in such alchemy,"

"Well it didn't pay off for them, did it," Lord Ruskiev says.

A sergeant comes running up to the knights.

"My lord, my lord!"

"Speak," Lord Ruskiev says.

"They're pushing us back, we need more soldiers to overcome the walls!"

Lord Ruskiev spurs his horse forward. He turns to one of his knights. "Go call one of the men at arms bands, I want that battering ram up here, we're starting an assault on the gates."

Two hours later, and much viscous fighting, the gates threaten to buckle in. The lord-mayor of Amayon waves the flag of surrender, as do many of the defenders. The city belongs to Lord Ruskiev

>>2275575
I’ve reconsidered, I’ll take Aeoch since he’s in need of a player and it’ll get me into the action quicker. If that’s alright.

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>>2275436

Smoke surrounds Xtatlak. Bowls burn, and the distant sounds of screams waft inward into the stone chamber.

The mummy lord sits cross legged on a stone block. As the smoke thickens, the chamber shimmers, and changes.

Leasea’s room comes into focus. Xtatlak can see her humming as Maldry brushes her hair. The mummy lord ponders whether to wait or come back later, when the room shimmers again.

Instead there is only darkness.

“Xtatlakkkkk,” A voice hisses.

The mummy lord smiles, he knows that voice. “Aeoch, Eater of Whispers,” Xtatlak says. “The last of the Demi,”

“You thought to creep around my tower like a thief,” Aeoch says. “Perhaps you wished to visit the child?”

“Perhaps I did,” Xtatlak says. “I do not see it as any of a servant’s business,”

“Even the lowest of Demi are greater than the greatest of your kind,” Aeoch says. “See how you profess to being the lord of sorcerers, and yet I have you here inside a dream,”

“An excellent trick to be sure,” Xtatlak says. “But I will crack your tower soon enough,”

“See that stay far away from me and my will, which is that of the Dark Lord’s,” Aeoch says. “Or I will drink the whispers from that skull you call a head,”

The blackness disappears, and Xtatlak is back in his stone chamber. He slowly gets to his feet.

“Next time, the spells will have to be stronger,” he clicks with his teeth.

>>2275654

That is a-okay, remember you can always change your mind later once you get a feel for the world.

On that note though, since I've answered everyone I think, I need to take a break and go to work, since that's a thing now. But I will resume tonight, as we continue on in the story

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2275651
Very good, things are going according to plan. Send word to the other lords of Sinobast and demand them to swear fealty to me. I offer stability and trade, something which the lords of this trading hub would surely like. Else, I'll get what I deserve the hard way.

>>2275654
help us kick these barbarians out

>>2275654
Welcome bruva

>>2275675
Ay who are the barbarians here

>>2275675
The land is rightfully mine, since I am the most powerful.

But all of us are pretty good.

Simon can fuck around with Isha, Aeoch's mine, Orion can deal with your religious types and the Grand Marshal can, uh...He'll be eaten by my undead.

>>2275690
[An unexpected player appears!]

>>2275698
I can beat your ass after Aeoch's too.

Judging by the rolls, Orion will soon have his wolves swallow Hecate whole. Or force send her witches fleeing out of their kingdom somewhere

Go gettem tiger. Consider invading Xtatlak with your navy afterwards since he's going to leave it basically empty soon

>>2275690
i dont care about the city i care about the civilians
>>2275680
you also thinking of making June child part of religion so i can get more believers

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2275557
>>2275567
Bastard. I am well aware that the wave viper could probably eat this upstart's entire fleet and still want dessert, but the things the man says trouble me. A wave god? The hell is a wave god? The men of the seas worship no god, and the only lords they answer to are themselves (especially this particular Sealord). Any human pirate knows that.
Any HUMAN pirate.
I will come with this boisterous buffoon for now. Maybe I'll even come with him all the way to the Dark City, and fight a war in the name of a magical little girl like the idiots the peasants inland call "rulers". But when the time is right, this King Tobi is going to die, by my hand. I'll take his title, his ships, his crew and his crown. In the meantime, I'll find my sea people and ask them if any have heard of this so-called "Wave God", and we'll see if he values men with ambition and cunning more than arrogant fools.

>>2275711
Me thinking about what? We are both have a different religion. Both of which seem to exterminate one another

Also Kinsee is supposed to be a selfish bitch so that "rescue civillians thing" sounds un-like you

>>2275723
kinsee heart grew a few sizes also the "you" was standing for the barbarians the rest was me just forgot the coma

>>2275725
Aaaah you got me fooled for a moment there Kinsee. You'll ship those civillians from danger... only to sacrifice them for your dark goals! Devilish Kinsee

Also I gotta say, if the defenders win this one they will instantly fall to civil war. Meanwhile the attackers have their alliance sorted out

>>2275727
no sacrifices and i do not care about the others they can kill each other for all i care all i want is civilians
so i can ship them to RaMeen and get more population over there

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>>2275727
There's so many factions vying for control it's any man or woman's game at this point, I do enjoy your guys' playstyle, as this has always been an enjoyable setting for me

>>2275735
kinsee is a nice person looking for ways to make peoples lifes happy

>>2275733
Just when I think you outdid yourself... bringing the civilians to RaMeen where they are unused to the harsh climate, and will slowly die from heat and starvation! My god Kinsee you absolute devil!

>>2275727
>implying that the attackers won't just use their newfound power to try and subvert the other attackers, bringing in a cold-war style game of political intrigue rather than open war

>>2275743
I dont think so. It doesn't seem like the attackers' goals contradict each other. Simon wants the june child and thats it. Orion wants "power and knowledge" so he'll probably take a pick of arts users. And Ragga just wants to pulverize, and since he gets what's left out of the city.. he'll have lots to smash. Simon would probably part with a dragon if need be, giving it to Ragga

>>2275743
>That entire greentext

What do you think Ragga is, gay?

Open war is the only thing he'll participate in.

>>2275675
I’m going to do my best

>>2275680
Thank you, but now it’s time to get you away from my citadel!

>>2275755
motives change and power corrupts. Power is what the attackers shall have, if they win.
>>2275757
Yeah, he seems pretty gay to me desu

>>2275772
Come on Allatius, you dont have to take out your frustration on us. We totally feel you getting all those.. 1's and 2's lmfao

>>2275741
Stop making me look like the bad guy here atleast over there they don't have to worry about getting killed in a battle every minute
>>2275769
Give me June child?

>>2275772
Despite your double dubs, I must return the insult and as such say:

Says the dude who's out in the sea for so long he's probably resorted to shagging men to satisfy his needs. Now go back to rolling 1s.

>>2275780
He literally can't, he's got a deal with some sort of creature of nightmares or something. I forgot who it was

>>2275788
HERESY

>>2275785
>Allatius
>being gay
Nah, he's confirmed straight. He has definitely banged at least one (and probably a whole lot more than that) tavern wench during his pirating career, and the dude's still pretty young.
I'll go back to rolling single digits now.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2275512
Aeoch, seeing an opportunity slowly smuggles a force from his citadel. Men slowly filtering out and avoiding detection, their arms and armor hidden under roughshod clothes or in carried baskets.

He would have them hold until it was a force large enough to take the garrison that Simon had left to guard the newly established beachhead at the port. He would bide his time, waiting for Simon’s troop to engage Isha and her knights of the moon and waiting for Ragga’s forces to disperse as they pillaged and raided the first layer of the city. He would even wait for the high priestess’ forces to engage the garrison and if they were successful he would join his forces with hers, if not he would enact his plan.

He would have his forces launch an attack to wipe out the garrison, pouring forth from positions of cover from all around the beachhead. If Aeoch’s forces eliminated the intruding force, they would have orders to don the arms of armor of the dead and pretend to be the garrison. Then lay in wait for the next stage of his plan.

>>2275820
Welp... it might have been a good plan.

>>2275648
>>2275820
Kek, good luck, guys.

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>>2275820
>all these terrible defender rolls

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>>2275820
Don't worry everyone rolls a one on their first roll!

>>2275826
We need a lot more then that
>>2275828
Yeah

>>2275828
Also this, it happens so often it can't be a coincidence

>>2275831
It's a curse

>>2275828
>>2275831
I’m sure it’s just the dice god’s way of reminding us that we need to make the appropriate sacrifices.

>>2275843
No sacrifices the dice gods can suck a dick

>>2275845
Well that’s why we’re rolling 1s!

>>2275851
Dice gods are cunts and they only like to see people suffer

>>2275845
Have fun with your 1's then.

>>2275854
>Says the priestess of He, the guy everyone calls the Dark fucking Lord

>>2275858
I'm going to kill my self so I can find the dice lords and beat them and then come back

>>2275840
>>2275843
Except for Ragga. Ragga rolled 20 for his first two rolls. Ragga is fucking unstoppable

All I can say is may the dice gods be in my favor :^)

>>2275860
Well thanks for telling me I joined the wrong side too late!

I propose we play this like we do golf, the lower the roll, the better.

>>2275864
It's ok we can defeat ragga in one way or another
>>2275868
>defenders start getting 20s

>>2275820
Don't feel bad, that's a DLID tradition for most new players

>>2275860
My predecessor was a great man, and I believe i've earned the name 'Ragga'.

>>2275864
Come fight me and if you put up a good fight, you may be spared.

>>2275876
>spared
>ragga

>>2275876
>>2275883
>spared
You sure you earned it?

>>2275883
>>2275888
By no means do I mean "Free Man" when I say spared.

He will be Ragga's bitch.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2275666
Prepare the troops to march and ready themselves for a opportunity to launch an attack from behind!

>>2275891
Exactly enslave all you want as long as I get to keep my religion and RaMeen I'm happy

>>2275623
Search for a place to camp to wait for reinforcements and rest while capturing the enemies for information

>>2275896
Well...

If you accept to be Ragga's side bitch, you will also be spared.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2275897

>>2275898
No lewding of kinsee

Where my boy Orion at, he needs to screw Hecate and then attack Xtatlak's unprotected kingdom

>>2275902
Lewding is not involved in the job contract.

The 'Ragga's bitch' position is exclusively a combat, support and underling position.

The lands of the employee will technically be under Ragga's control, with most of the taxes and tithes going to him, along with the power to order people around in that territory. Aside from that and an obligation to answer the call to battle, the employee will be free to seek any personal projects they want, though they shall report them to Ragga beforehand.

If you want to be lewded, apply for the 'Ragga's hoe' position.

>>2275915
I will take the first position

>>2275922
So what is Kinsee's plan? Take all the civilians she can get and pull back to RaMeen?

Or are you going to become Ragga's bitch now

>>2275928
Both
Trying to make RaMeen a magical place for culture and education

>>2275933
So are we memeing right now or are you actually interested?

If so, I am willing to start negotiating.

Also where's Lop goddamn. He taking a break? Thats perfectly fine but would be good to know

>>2275942
In the woods, presumably.

>>2275942
Sorry im phoneposting from work
>>2275668
Updates later tonight

>>2275936
Actually interested with a bit of meming

>>2275950
Later tonight? As in how many hours?

It's friday so I got all night but knowing is always nice

>>2275933
>Kinsee is absolutely single-minded in her love of herself.
Seems ooc but whatever floats your boat mane

>>2275952
Suddenly switching sides sounds very un-kinsee like, especially since she's gonna become a bitch

I have doubts lop would leddis happen but we shall see

>>2275961
Excellent.

State your terms.

>>2275956
Much later, it's a 8 hour shift so 10:30 my time

>>2275961
If she is so self centered and she believes the other side will win, I see no reason why she shouldn't switch sides.

>>2275964
>>2275966
Well except Simon wants the entire Temple of He torn down so it's no bueno for him

Don't expect him to cooperate with Kinsee's forces. And if Ragga offers the june child for her then he'll ruin everything that's been established in the alliance so far

>>2275957
More workers=more power
>>2275964
I want to own syptia
Leave my temples alone
Rights of owning all trade in syptia
Build me more temples
Want more snakes
Snake people have equal rights as everyone else
>>2275966
Yup

>>2275976
>I want to own syptia
Hold the fuck up

>>2275985
My part of syptia

>>2275973
Don't have any use of her except for religions means
>>2275976
Ignore the build me more temples part I can do that on my own

>>2275987
Well there's only room for one ruler of Syptia, you're lucky I wasn't able to march west

>>2275988
Well as long as Simon gets his child he won't fuck over Ragga or Kinsee. But don't expect Ragga-Simon relations to improve from Kinsee joining the attackers

>>2275976
Problematic, since I still need my boy Simon's forces.

I can allow you everything else freely but you can only build a very restricted amount of temples, say 5 grand ones.

Any that are still there will be left alone but under close watch by Ragga's loyal guards to make sure no fuckery goes down.

If Simon wishes for them to be destroyed, he'll have to do it on his own.

The Conqueror wishes to see if his subjects are strong enough to fight and win for what they desire.

Also, June Child goes to Simon. Any attempts to touch her will result in complete fucking obliteration.

>>2275999
As for our relations, you did say you'd swear loyalty to Ragga should he help you sufficiently in rescuing the child, no?

>>2275997
We have a entire desert and aswell we have been peaceful so far
>>2275999
Yeah but Kinsee-Simon releations will go up
>>2276005
I am very loyal
And just 5? Can I rebuild/ repair the ones simon attempts to take down?

>>2276005
It wasn't that simple as "help me out and I'll swear fealty". Besides, the way lop wrote Ragga-Simon interactions I don't think he would even let such a thing take action

Simon and Kinsee as allies are incompatible. Can't have everything

>>2276013
In time it will happen

>>2276015
Noooo man Simon wants to destroy everything dark lord. Allying with his worshippers is just not something that would ever happen

You either pick Simon as a big ally or maybe even vassal someday, or you get Kinsee

that's Ragga's choice

>>2276009
Like I said only room for ONE ruler
King Gaul already proclaimed Syptia as My empire, there's no changing his mind. He'll fight till the end to meet his goals!

>>2276019
*as his empire

>>2276016
Was going to make June child part of religion after this city siege is over
Idea was going to make dark lord bad guy and June child good so I get more followers
>>2276019
But you do have a part of syptia so that proclamation is done

>>2276026
There's nothing you can say to change my mind

>>2276031
But what happens if I use actions to change your mind?

>>2276031
Psst hey Gaul. Kinsee sent like 20k of her men into the dark city. Her lands are vulnerable

You get where I'm going at?

>>2276016
As a minor character, i'm not sure how much better you'd be than Kinsee but I trust you more.

Hmmm...

Decisions, decisions...

>>2276038
Please don't encourage him.

>>2276026
Anyway, this seems quite interesting, would you be willing to go along with this, Simon?

>>2276038
No it's 12k most of my forces are still in syptia
>>2276039
Kinsee is very trustworthy

>>2276039
Simon has one of the biggest kingdoms and literally the biggest army out of all. Without Simon Ragga will lose - kinsee only has 20k men in the city, and she already lost some 4k temple guard. You decide how much better he is

You're my top bro right now but bros come before hoes. I ain't working with kinsee

>>2276043
there all peasants

>>2276037
Just maybe bit highly unlikely

>>2276038
My army marches as we speak, King Gaul sent a raiding party to capture more alchemists his main army is in Syptia

>>2276048
Dragons, Trollogs, knights, dudes on lions and zealous crusaders - Simon's got them all

>>2276052
From Orion

>>2276053
Orion sent us 6k Thistle Goblins and a bone dragon. The white dragons are Simon's

Yar outmatched here Kinsee

>>2276059
I also have dragons

>>2276052
I'm just trying to take the whole fucking world over.

Why is this so goddamn difficult?

If Kinsee swears on her temple's honor to do whatever she says here>>2276026, will you work with her?

>>2276061
Well I guess it's Ragga's choice in the end - Simon or Kinsee

Both have pros and cons I suppose

>>2276065
Very difficult apparently

>>2276065
Simon's life goal is to undo the dark lord. He won't work with Kinsee under any circumstances

This is one of those video game dilemmas

What is lop's thought in this matter?

>>2276069
Simon- shit tons of troops
Kinsee- troops and syptia
Also i called on my own crusaders apparently people still believe in this religion I rolled a 20 on that
>>2276074
Even if I'm making the dark lord satan and telling the followers to disrespect him and ra place him with June child?

>>2276074
So you're telling me that even if the snake lady was baptised in the holy waters of your almighty lord and saviour or whatever the fuck, along with renouncing the Dark Lord in favor of the June Child, you'd still reject the idea?

>>2276079
You just contradicted yourself. You summon nat 20 of fanatical dark lord worshippers and basically disassemble the Dark Temple of He at the same time lol, they're gonna turn on you

>>2276093
I never thought that far ahead
It's ok they will leave us alone