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Anonymous07/18/26, 04:31No.6442993The Never Falling
Hundreds of carriages line the soon-to-be battlefield, with men-at-arms pouring forth from them as the kingdom's first line of offense.
"Brace yourselves, everyone! The dead approach!" the older officer calls out.
It doesn't take long for all hell to break loose. Before even the first hundred men storm the once-bountiful field, they are met by twice their number.
"Christ's blood... they're underneath us," the man in front of you mutters to himself.
The look on the man's face is devoid of expression, save for one of rising terror.
In contrast to the innermost banqueting fields of your realm, these lands are poisoned by filth and pestilence, brought about by the rise of the undead. Of all the kingdoms on this continent, none have found a permanent solution. Though they may be cut down, for every hundred you kill, countless more seem to rise in their place.
It would seem the man is right, however strange it may be. They're somehow learning new tactics as well, their martial prowess increasing considerably.
High above, countless crows soar as they circle the battlefield, while vultures waste no time descending upon the promise of a fresh meal.
Many soldiers, brave or otherwise, storm the battlefield. The sounds of blades clashing against steel and cutting through flesh echo across the landscape.
"They've breached the first wall of men!" a lightly armored soldier yells as he spreads the news to the inner lines of defense. His roughly made pistol bangs against the leather equipment at his side as he rushes onward.
Still, inside your carriage, the man ahead of you lies frozen in fear. As the battle continues to rise in fervor, time is of the essence.
>Quit wallowing in your dread, the enemy feeds off of it!
>Push the frozen soldier aside. His frozen form is an embarrassing example of this armies morale
>Put your hand on his shoulder. Reassure him that though we may die, we do it for our homeland.
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HhE
Anon07/18/26, 04:43No.6443009
>>Push the frozen soldier aside. His frozen form is an embarrassing example of this armies morale
Awesome premise!
oCh
Anon07/18/26, 04:46No.6443012
I really hope we have some magic to counter the undead...otherwise they'll use attrition to grind us down to nothing eventually. Plus tireless and no logistics.>Put your hand on his shoulder. Reassure him that though we may die, we do it for our homeland.
LB6
Anon07/18/26, 05:10No.6443024
>>Push the frozen soldier aside. His frozen form is an embarrassing example of this armies morale
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Anon07/18/26, 05:39No.6443032
>Push the frozen soldier aside"You waste our time, coward!" You say, calling out the man in front of you.He turns to face you, but it's not for long as your powerful grip gets to his shoulder you and push him aside. Your musclebound form is no joke! the ease of effort it took to move the soldier aside deters some of the braver soldiers from intervening.You're brutish build is honed with long days spent on the training grounds!
You have the passive 'Broad Shoulders' making attack rolls and others that require strength checks gain a bonus of +1!The screams of other soldiers can be heard both in triumph and dying terror. Morale is quite mixed around your brethren. The sight of such demoralized spirit sends a jolt down your body when you spot one of the more hopeless looking whelps."BASTARDS!" You roar as the chest of equipment is revealed to you.Frantically digging around the mix of weaponry at disposal, you desperately search for your main wielding. Those sons of whores! Christ banish them all, if they dare forgot your weapon.You eventually find it though, further plundering into the many scattered items and assortments.Your days spent on the training grounds of your kingdom, you only got to engage in light sparring for the most part. Being a low ranking soldier, you don't face many of the more renowned knights of your realm, if save for a good laugh amongst nobles that are and have been.The chest fumbles forward almost as you pull out the weapon.Finally, you have...>'Ivory Pillar' - The two handed blade you were once given as a whelp. It's metal reflects the sunlight from the darkening sky as if the dawn shone on you all. It was originally given to you as a weight training tool, though now you can nearly wield it efficiently with one hand>'Lionheart' - A short sword and wooden shield with your childs scribblings all over it. Lionheart is messily scribbled via finger with ink on the middle of the shield. It's not much to look at, but it's been a lucky charm.>Bloody spiked gloves. They are far too worn out to be given a special name or have something on them. The gloves are rusted from use and much of the spikes are decorated with miniscule remnants of organs and permanent blood marks.>'Enchantments Of The Saharan Kingdoms' - A tome gifted to you by one of your teachers from when you were younger. The contents of it vaguely explain turning the tides of battle to your favor through outside means. A foreign short sword styled with a curve sits atop the book. The back of the tome has a stamp that accredits the location of this book previously belonged to some fantastical library from one of the sand covered kingdoms.
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Anon07/18/26, 17:30No.6443209
>Curse the witch, seek her out
>Help the first assaultRoll a 1d20+1 for efficiency
No DC the higher the number the better_________________________________________________
THE WAY ROLLS WORK IN THIS QUEST:
-The highest roll will be applied to the end result
-No 'first of' rule, everyone can roll once
-Rolls are no longer counted after I announce I'm updating
-20's and 1's take priority and can only be cancelled by each other in which case the next best roll will take precedence
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Anon07/19/26, 03:58No.6443441
>Highest roll was a 17
Pretty good start