RisenDead

New Anathagos: Politics and Adventure in a Fantasy City

I could be convinced!

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

I'll manage it I am sure. Look, if we are going to fret about who is and isn't active, we're going to get nowhere. And honestly, the little parties you guys have visiting the lizards wouldn't be any sort of challenge for a massive invasion force. Additionally, why waste so many resources on such an invasion. I read the character sheets, they're a semi-tribal lizard people. Granted they sound really cool but they have nothing I want... If your alliance starts conquering things eventually we'll run into each other and the four of us can somehow continue this RP on our own terms.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Oh don't fret, you guys make your little alliance. I've got the whole world left to conquer.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

To Wage a War - Part 3

"They are coming!" The scream echoed down the stone staircase of the watchtower to bring an instant silence to the men who sat clustered around the small table, cards clutched in their hands, a pile of assorted coins before them on the table.

"Who is coming?" Demanded the officer of the day, his voice carrying back up the stairwell. His question was met with silence. The officer swore and stood, it was not uncommon for the garrison commander to do early morning inspections but they could hide the cards before he got there. "This had better be good." He muttered as he threw the cards down.

As if in reply to his words the alarm bell began to ring. Not the general tolling of a practice alarm but the frantic ringing of a someone who believes their lives depend on it. In an instant the cards were forgotten as men scrambled for weapons and armour, hurling themselves up the stairs as quickly as they could go.

The officer was first up the stairs, his sword clutched in one hand, helmet in the other. He burst onto the rampart and looked to see the sentry virtually hanging off the alarm bell as he pulled its cord for all he was worth. The mans terrified gaze was fixed over the wall and in the direction of the sea. Two steps took him to the edge of the stone and one look took his breath away.

The morning sun had risen just above the horizon and was nearly blinding to look at but against the brightness he could see ships. Thousands of ships. For a moment all he could was stand with his mouth hanging open. Where had it come from? Who were they?

"The Electorate." Breathed one of the guardsman who had joined him on the battlements. Other alarms were ringing now all down the wall. The guardsman pointed towards the centre of the fleet and it took the officer a moment to pick out the ship he was indicating but when he saw it, there could be not doubt. A mass of tall white canvas stood out above the mass of ships, great red crosses painted onto them. There was no mistaking a Grand Caravel of the Electorate when you saw one. And it wasn't just one. There were hundreds.

A sound like thunder rolled across the water and smoke blossomed from several smaller ships that they recognized as Ogre bombships, really little more than a huge mortar with Ogres pulling the oars.

"Incoming!" Screamed a voice and men scattered for cover as the first shells trundled overhead to explode in the streets of the city beyond the citadel. It was a ranging shot. There was a pause and then the next salvo slammed into the citadel and the dying began. Men screamed as the shells exploded, shredding flesh and armour like nothing. Other weapons, most likely purchased from Goblins, hurled smaller shells that smoked furiously and pumped out a purplish gas that could kill a man in minutes.

It had only been ten minutes since the enemy fleet had been seen and already the citadel was a blazing inferno, anything that wasn't stone had been engulfed in flame. The Grand Caravels, their massive shapes presenting themselves as they turned, added their huge broadsides to the bombardment. Culverins were dismounted from their seats, catapults smashed into kindling.

War had come to the Fenea Kingdom.

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

I was waiting for you guys to settle down somewhere so my poor wobegotten young lass has somewhere to fall off her horse...

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

@RisenDead

WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?

@Lauder

I could tell you but I then I'd have to kill myself.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

To Wage a War - Part 2

He was a big man, and not in a flattering way. Rolls of fat spilled down from his triple chins where they wobbled and jerked with every motion of his cannonball round head. At that moment he was jerking his head frantically from side to side, blood spilling down his cheeks from shattered eye sockets and onto his naked chest and belly. His breathing was short and sharp, desperate, frantic, punctured with terrified sobs.

"Please! I don't know, I don't know!" His words were desperate as he rocked back in forth in his chair. Both wrists and feet were secured to the heavy wooded frame with thick leather belts.

The chair was sitting alone in front of a window covered by heavy curtains, moonlight at the edges suggesting a beautiful evening beyond the horror of that room.. The desk that had once been in front of the chair, a symbol of the fat mans power and wealth, had been casually thrown against one wall where its drawers had come loose and scattered paper, ink, and numerous other items across the floor.

Another chair, much less opulent, faced the fat man. On it, his face shadowed by a hood, sat a second man. He was dressed in a long black coat, tall black leather boots, and a pair of black gloves that he was slowly cleaning blood off of. Between them on the floor lay a dead naked woman.

"Do you really expect me to believe that a man in your position doesn't know such a thing?" The man in black asked, his voice quiet and almost soothing.

The fat mans chins wobbled again as he tried to focus on the voice. His head cocked to one side like a dog listening to its master. He could not know it but his nightmare had only begun an hour ago. A candlelight dinner with his mistress, her fake laughter and smile while worth the money he paid her for the sexual prowess she used to rouse him to climax. She had been naked at the dinner, part of the purchase price. She had died badly, screaming at him to tell their uninvited guest everything. The man in black had sliced one of her achilles tendon when she tried to run for the third time and she had flopped about on the floor like some beautiful fish. In the end he had slit her throat to stop her screams.

"My dear Mr. Rews, all you need to do is answer my very simple questions and the pain will go away. I am running out of time and patience." The man in black continued to speak. A small table sat next to his chair, a bottle of wine and half filled glass sat next to parchment and pen. "All I can offer you now is an end to your torment, a quick one."

Fat danced as the head shook violently, a pathetic mewing sound escaping the bloodied lips. The man in black sighed and stood, taking a small clay container from his pocket and opening the lid. In two steps he was over the dead woman, had tilted the fat mans head back and dashed salt into the eye sockets.

The screams began again and the man in black returned to his chair, sipping at his wine as he waited for the screams to turn into sobs, sobs into gasps, and gasps in whimpers. When he was sure the fat man was listening again he put down the wine glass and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"Mr. Rews, tell me."

There was a pathetic whimper of pain and then Rews began to talk. They all talked in the end.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Looking good, I'll post tomorrow!

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

@Lucidnonsense I'm pretty sure this is intended to be a low fantasy setting. and your pitch sounds just a bit too high fantasy to work.

I'm not the GM though, so take my words with a grain of salt

@Natsucooldude

It's nothing we can't shoot down the ICBM's Ordensburg has secretly been building for years.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

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That is a nice post you got there.

@Lauder

Well thank you.