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| 07 Jan 2016 10:07 PM |
Braced against the gate, you, plus hundreds of others feel the brunt of the ram crack into the wood. Knocked back by the force, a mate catches you and throws you back up, giving him a fast nod you both brace.
CRACK!
The gate bursts open, sending many flying back unto the dirt. You roll up and raise a shield in defence, watching as the enemy pour in with torches held high, scattering like roaches. In a stroke of luck, you cast a blow low and debilitate one, ending him rightly.
Leaping out of the way as a mounted knight misses you by inches, you attempt to catch your breath a second before another wave comes; and you can hear them cry. Looking around frantically, you spot a few discarded weapons; one of them your own.
Quickly! Take one:
A) Broadsword.
B) Poleaxe.
C) Mace.
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| 07 Jan 2016 10:10 PM |
B)
wastin' away again in margaritaville |
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| 07 Jan 2016 10:15 PM |
Quickly, you dart over and snatch the mace just in time. Standing tall, amongst the brethren that fall in line beside you, you all form a wall of glimmering golden shields and block the gate. Upon your shoulder lays a pike, held by an ally, followed by others down the line.
Barely audible at a distant, you can hear a man at arms screaming over the warcries and cannibalistic steel off in the city.
"Brethren, hold firm!" He shouts.
In a rippling fashion, down the line the men scream in confirmation a grunt. Off, down the path and through the dust clouds you can see the wave charging towards you like missiles. You can feel the line tense up, and the nervous gulps of serfs next to you
A) "FOR GLORY!"
B) "FOR THE KING!"
C) Incoherent shout.
D) Stay silent. |
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| 07 Jan 2016 10:27 PM |
Deep in your chest, a crumble shakes your very core as you open your mouth.
"In Glory, for the King!" You shout, as though backed by thousanda of men who have fallen before.
Subsequently, the line echoes in unison as the enemy thrashes in, nearly breaking your formation. An ugly, fiersome brute stands tall in front of you. With a swift, and devastating hit, you thwack his helm and knock him cold to be trampled.
The man beside you is felled, though he is replaced instantaneously by another. Your line refuses to give ground, and furthermore is increasingly beefed up by more and more as the man at arms screams. Annoying as it may be, he's helping!
Slowly, but surely you all manage to push the enemy back through the gate, where you hear-
"WATCH OUT!" A call from above.
A) Pull back.
B) Keep moving forward.
C) Stay firm. |
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| 07 Jan 2016 10:28 PM |
| (rumble* Writing on a tablet, sorry.) |
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