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Youngmans Quest To Not Feel Down 2016-05-24 02:46:01 Post No. 175949
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The deep thwack of trebuchets sounds almost beautiful, like a quartet of death lutes. You hold your weapon close as soldiers mill about the smoking castle square. Flaming boudlers arc through the sky, like comets, constant and never ending.
You remember when you were drafted into this war. Your father was solemnly proud of his young boy going off to war. Your mother held back her tears as she hugged you for the last time. The trip to the army grounds was brutal, the cart ill equipped to carry thirty men over rocky and twisting roads. Twice a horse was spooked and dove off of a cliff, taking it's occupants with it. But as soon as you arrived, you felt something. The fluttering of thick cloth banners and the constant clamor of soldiers and servants felt natural. You were directed to a gruff looking man on a stoll behind a felled tree.
>"Oi you shite, what regiment are you enlisting in?"
A good question, and an important one. The Kings Army was huge, but five regiments stood out to you:
>The Royal Swords, a band elite footmen, armed with the best swords and shields in the kingdom.
>The Royal Fingers, a unit of tightly knit halberdiers, with insane courage, it would seem.
>The Winged Riders, a cavalry unit seated on thick warhorses with lances the size of tree limbs.
>The Veiled Shadows, incredibly agile swordsman, using dual curved swords to slash through opponents like butter
>The Hawks, fantastic archers, both crossbow and regular woodbows. Eyes as sharp as a hawks, of course, able to shoot a commanders throat from hundreds of feet away.
>"You haven't got all day! I 'ave a quota!" The burly man slams his fists on the fallen tree.
Well you have to make a choice, what is it?
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>>175949
>Hawks
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>>175949
>The Winged Riders, a cavalry unit seated on thick warhorses with lances the size of tree limbs.
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>>175949
>The Veiled Shadows, incredibly agile swordsman, using dual curved swords to slash through opponents like butter
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>The Veiled Shadows
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>>175949
>The Royal Fingers
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''The Royal Fingers'' My name is Vietnam Faggot. Still less of a Faggot then you.
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>>175949
>The Veiled Shadows, incredibly agile swordsman, using dual curved swords to slash through opponents like butter
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Protip OP: Make a post to say you've started writing the next update.
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>>176034
Rude.
>>176082
You don't know where it came from, but something was telling you to join the Veiled Shadows, the mysterious group of warriors who fought as if they weren't even in control.
You spent five months training, five terrible months, twisting your body and spinning in ways that nearly broke your back. Soon after all that peasant muscle seemed to flatten into thin and smooth bulk, almost as if you were malnourished.
Then after you were allowed to draw your swords. Only a trainee who was able to follow the master earned his swords. The process was foreign and slow, but in the end your new weapons felt light, almost non-existant. You examined the shine of their edge, and the way they curved viciously in a crescent. Their thick wooden grips spun in your hand as fast as you could move your fingers.
It didn't take long before you were flipping and twirling and cutting practice dummies into shreds and clean cuts. You donned the armor, the blackened and visor less sallet, draped in black cloth, fastened to the chest. A boiled leather jerkin sits snugly over a sheet of ringmail. While the armor is very minimal compared to the plate and scalemail of the other regiments, you feel invincible. You become a regular serjeant of the Veiled Shadows when the banners are called. The army camp is quickly disbanded and you begin the march for Balleront, capital of the Empire, your foe in battle.
A while into the long march south, you begin to examine the other regiments. The Winged Knights in their full plate and their huge lances, the Royal Fingers, in their scale armor and their thick swords and axes, and metal shields. You keep your curved weapons close to you, as they become part of you. After days of sore feet and weary eyes, you come to Balleront.
A massive and regal castle, well, when it's not covered in flames. You read that the walls of Balleront were impenetrable. Apparently book lie. Huge gaping holes in the outer walls, which used to stretch over a hundred feet high are plugged with ranks of pikemen, covered in blood. The huge iron gate creaks and groans under the force of a huge steel ram. You watch, mystified, as catapults on the wall rain down pots of boiling oil. You're indecisive on what to do?
>Join in with the main assault
>Go near our siege engines and watch them work
>Rest yourself with your regiment.sorry for shit writing i'm going to bed real soon
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>>176178
>Rest yourself with your regiment.
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>>176178
>Join in with the main assault
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>>176178
>>Rest yourself with your regiment.
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>>176178
>Go near our siege engines and watch them work
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>>176178
>Rest yourself with your regiment
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