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>>3441552
You awoke to bright light, and the scent of blood. You stood up to look around, and saw the land only dreamed about: Mashuk's kingdom. All around you, deep fog loomed, and the cries of war and the madness that comes with it filled the air. "Hello, Urizen," a great, and almost inhuman voice said, breaking through the endless warfare of this place. You bowed to the figure that now appeared silhouetted in the fog, who seemed to be sitting on a throne. "You may stand, my chosen warrior," the amused god said, now with his form visible not just as a silhouette: he appeared as an ordinary man, with a helmet and long beard, as well as a huge sword in his right hand (known as Zorm, the first sword of man). Now that the fog dispersed, you saw great warriors in this land, constantly fighting each other, and dying, only to be reborn to fight again. "I have summoned you here for one task above all others; to destroy all other memories of gods, and only let me MASHUK, be god!"
>Agree
>Disagree
>Ask for something else/write in

>>3441554
>Agree

>>3441569
You agreed to this plan, which made the figure towering over you smile as he lifted up his house-sized sword towards the sky, saying: "I send thee forth, to go see, and conquer the known world!" Just as you were about to respond, the vision of Mashuk seemed to get smaller and smaller, till he seemed miles away, until only darkness surrounded you.

You sat up quickly out of bed, feeling drenched from what was hopefully just sweat. You turned over so that you could stand up from the bed, falling over due to not realizing your prosthetic leg was not attached. You looked up from your fallen position, and saw Rathadu bending down to lend you his shoulder. After putting on the wooden leg, you were informed that you had been sweating off the poison for four days straight, sleeping through many things. First, you were told of the escape from the valley: Rathadu told you that he picked you up shortly after you falling unconcious, and put your body on his horses back, then he ordered the thirty Rattle-Tails hiding to give their lives for the king, which they did gladly, holding off the superior cavalry force of Thronus at the bottleneck of the steep valley. The gunmen managed to get a shot on Rathadu's horse, which forced him to walk for many miles with you on his back, getting to the Kadine Pass before the enemy could reach you. Rathadu is clearly eternally loyal, and so is his tribe: the Rattle-Tails.
You were also told that the scouts sent to the ancient city managed to map out a path to it, but once they got there, they chose to return to ask for more men, thinking that it was cursed:
>Send a detachment from the army to check the place out
>Make those scouts investigate without support
>Write in

You also heard of the siege of Gurvon; which both Murdas Brukus, and Mazgrund spearheaded. They began raiding the countryside, and setting up a siege tower and ladders, but before they could attack, a huge force of cavalry from Kurrlon attacked at their rear, forcing them to abandon the attack. Damn, that peace talk was, as well as lucrative for the enemy, a diversion so that both Rathadu and you were not the generals in the attack:
>March out: you're going to take Gurvon personally
>Send Rathadu with strict instructions to take the town
>Withdraw the effort, he clearly wants us to spread thin
>Go for a different town

>>3441730
Roll 1d100 for the second action's options by the way

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3441730
>Send a detachment from the army to check the place out
>March out: you're going to take Gurvon personally

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3441730

>Send a detachment from the army to check the place out
>March out: you're going to take Gurvon personally

Rolled 80 - 30 (1d100 - 30)

>>3441737
>>3441739
Rolling for siege:
23 -30 (Your abilities as a warrior and general, Mashuk's favor, superior forces, oil, guns, siege tower) = -7

Enemy gets -30 (flanking cavalry, walls, turrets, guns, veteran guardsmen, and second walls)

>>3441832
You had nearly the whole army sally out to take the town, now hell-bent on destroying the whole of Kurrlons religion and history, as your god demanded. You gathered all your men, with the greatest in the middle, to the town square, and told them of your vision: "I saw within fog and haze, a great figure sitting on his golden throne, wielding the first sword of man: Zorm. The figure told me that he was Mashuk, and that I am his chosen warrior." You let the men talk amongst themselves for a short while before starting again, saying: "blood... blood and skulls he wished for. Endless battle with honor and strength of will. He wanted a world where he held absolute power, and he was the only god worshipped. Come, my brothers, ride out with me, and give our god his greatest of desires!" The raiders all gave their savage war cries, and distant thunder clouds boomed at this speech, which made the men fill with a wanting of bloodshed and war. You got on your horse, and had the nearby servant pass you your spear and dog cloak, as well as the mask which now had a crack in it from Aegis. Your horse stood on its hind legs at the crack of some loud thunder, neighing and flailing it's front legs, with you on the back holding your spear skywards, then when the horse landed again, forwards. You kicked the reins, and lead the now bloodthirsty army out of the ever-growing town.

You reached the town within a few days (incredibly fast), and had the men prepare the siege tower, with the horsemen raiding and pillaging the nearby land. By that night, the army was ready to go, still riled up from the great spectacles you had given them. You lead the charge, going with the first men into the siege tower, while Rathadu commanded the forces in case anything unexpected happened. You unleashed your berserk rage on the defending men on the wall, enlivening your nearby comrades, killing double or even triple anyone else on the battlefield. You pushed through the men with your Crimson Chosen bodyguard behind you, eventually breaking their first defense. While you were in a frenzy to take the town, Rathadu had been dealing with a hidden cavalry charge from your flank, repelling it with the remaining men who hadn't sprinted to fight with their king. After a full day of fighting, the town was taken, and the men celebrated:
>Sacrifice... sacrifice them ALL (including the servants and slaves)!!!
>Sacrifice the captured men, enlisting or granting citizenship to the slaves and servants
>Sell them back to Kurrlon
>Enslave the captured men

Next, what do we do with the town:
>Disperse it's citizenry to all your towns
>Burn, raze and plunder the town, leaving nothing but a husk (Mongolian style)
>Enslave the citizenry
>Keep the town as it was, just make all the citizens promise allegiance to you, and Mashuk

>>3441858
>Sacrifice the captured men, enlisting or granting citizenship to the slaves and servants
No reason not to keep doing what we've been doing.
>Burn, raze and plunder the town, leaving nothing but a husk (Mongolian style)
Normally we'd leave it be, but the time has come to teach the treacherous king a lesson he won't soon forget.

>>3441858
>Sacrifice the captured men, enlisting or granting citizenship to the slaves and servants
>Burn, raze and plunder the town, leaving nothing but a husk (Mongolian style)

>>3441858
>>Sacrifice the captured men, enlisting or granting citizenship to the slaves and servants
>Burn it all Mongolian style
They will learn to surrender. This town will serve as an example. Yield before the Chosen of Mashuk and prosper, or expect no mercy!

>>3441858
>Sacrifice the captured men, enlisting or granting citizenship to the slaves and servants
>Burn, raze and plunder the town, leaving nothing but a husk (Mongolian style)

>>3441871
>>3441887
>>3441903
>>3442000
You had all the captives of the battle sacrificed, and enlisted the slave and servant folk to join your kingdom, though they would not become citizens of this town. After having your men take the women folk as plundered loot, you had them burn, destroy and kill all in the city, including the children. You came, you saw, you conquered.
After getting the men to tear down every building and wall from the town, you had them march out before retaliation could occur, and left that place within the day. This victory was incredibly quick and successful, making both Scoundrels-Toll, Black-Hands Deal, and your current allies swear fealty and vassalage to you. You now had Saltmarch, The Flats, Berkeran, Black-Hands Deal, Buckport, Harlotsville, Y'arak, Bollvine, The Kadine Pass, and Scoundrels-Toll. Leaving Kurrlon with just Ulmuran, Vitcur and itself:
>Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible
>Take Vitcur, or Ulmuran
>Wait for them to sally out

>>3442120
>Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible
WE ARE THE CHOSEN
HELL MARCHES WITH US
SUMMON ALL WASTERS TO OUR BANNER

>>3442120
>Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible
STRIKE WHILE HIS GUARD IS DOWN

>>3442120
>Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible
BATHE IN BLOODSHED

>>3442183
AND SEND HIS SOUL TO MASHUK, THE ONE TRUE GOD

>>3442120
>Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible
KURRLON WILL BUCKLE UNDER THE MIGHT OF MASHUK'S CHOSEN

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>>3442452
OOGA BOOGA

>>3442120
Now is the time to strike, take Kurrlon with all the troops possible

>>3442141
>>3442156
>>3442183
>>3442189
>>3442452
>>3442524
>>3443381
When you got back to Saltmarch, you heard of the small force sent to explore the ancient runes, and that none, except three, survived. In that vile place, dead things lurk, and abominations rule. This is clearly something worth investigating:
>Send a good amount of men to capture one of the abominations
>Send a detachment from the army to clear out the ruins, burning all the monsters
>Don't think about it for now

You had messengers sent out to all your new vassals, and town to gather their men, and meet at:
>Saltmarch
>Kadine's Pass
>The ruins of Gurvon

You rounded up your men, and had them
Urizen's army: 600 Veteran Rattle-Tail heavy cavalry, 300 merc light cavalry, 600 Elite Eye-Eaters, 800 Veteran Crimson Chosen, 1800 veteran elite raiders, 2400 elite waster raiders, 2000 waster raiders, 600 veteran elite crossbowmen, 60 biker semi-automatic gunners, 10 armored car turret gunners, and 300 veteran gunner infantry. (9,470 men)

Vassal armies:
Harlotsville's armies: 200 elite militia, 2000 militia (2,200 men)
Y'arak's armies: 100 Elite light cavalry, 500 veteran militia, 400 elite militia, 2000 militia, and 600 bowmen (3,600 men)
Black-Hands Deal: 1000 light cavalry, 2000 elite militia, and 3000 militia (5,000)
Scoundrels-Toll: 600 veteran raiders, 1000 elite raiders, and 2000 raiders (3,600)

Urizen has 23,870 men in total

>>3444052
>Don't think about it for now
We will investigate this ourselves.

>The ruins of Gurvon
Nowhere better to reveal the might of Mashuk!

>>3444052
>Don't think about it for now
>The ruins of Gurvon

>>3444052
> go ourselves

>the ruins of gurvon

>>3444075
>>3444189
>>3444197
You decided to ignore the ruins for now, and planned to go on pilgrimage there once Kurrlon is finished. right now, your goals were clear: destroy Kurrlon, destroy all other gods worship, and kill Thronus. You had the armies meet at the ruins of Gurvon, as a sign of dominance over your once oppressors, sending only a small amount of men to stay garrisoned at Kadine, so as to deter an attack on your flank. You waited for three weeks for the other armies to reach your desired spot, and prepared the assault. Just as you were about to send out your men, you received word from Balak, saying that an army was visible marching towards Berkeran. How could this be, a whole army from Kurrlon getting past you:
>It's a trick, don't separate the army
>Send a small detachment under the leadership of a lesser general to bolster Berkerans garrison
>Send a large detachment, under the leadership of Rathadu to help Balak in this endeavor
>Write in

Anyway, you had the men ready, and a plan was to be chosen:
>Attack Kurrlon straight off the bat, not giving them an inch
>Try to lead them into a trap
>Starve them out
>Write in
Roll 1d100

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3444371
>Send a small detachment under the leadership of a lesser general to bolster Berkerans garrison
Only for Balak

>Attack Kurrlon straight off the bat, not giving them an inch
BLOOD WILL RAIN

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3444371
>Send a small detachment under the leadership of a lesser general to bolster Berkerans garrison
>Try to lead them into a trap
Fight smart, don't battle on their terms

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3444371
>>Send a small detachment under the leadership of a lesser general to bolster Berkerans garrison
Send Brutus to reinforce
>>Try to lead them into a trap
Play it smart

>>3444401
> dat 8
I concede

>>3444401
You've saved us, anon

Rolled 99 - 25 (1d100 - 25)

>>3444373
>>3444387
>>3444401
>>3444416
>>3444419
Rolling for enemy:
8 -35 (Raiders are made for trapping, guns, oil, your prowess in battle, vehicles, superior forces, flanking manuever) = -27

Enemy gets -25 (Thronus is an exellent general, more manuverable due to smaller numbers, guns, vehicles, and grenades)

>>3446167
MASHUK WILLS IT! HIS WILL BE DONE!

>>3446167
So close.

>>3446167
Softskins on suicide watch

>>3446343
They have no cause for worry, since we'll kill them before they can kill themselves.

>>3446167
>>3446189
>>3446214
>>3446343
>>3446346
You sent some of the green units under the command of Mazgrund, telling him to bolster the forces at Berkeran, leaving most of the units to take on the threat of Kurrlon. You set up a trap/ambush at a large rocky hill line, and had the men wait behind it, and on one of the flanks with cavalry. You took the men just under your command with you, and had the vassal's wait at the chosen spot. You rode out to meet the enemy army waiting at the entrance to the Kurrlon fertile valley, and had the men engage, mostly with cavalry though. After a certain amount of time fighting the enemy, you had the men retreat, making noise and breaking formation as if they were broken, which made the enemy general order his men to kill the enemy running. Almost too easy. You lead your small army past the hill, so that the now winded enemy army couldn't see your now formed army. Just as the enemy was about to reach the top of the hill, you launched the attack, leading to the men quickly route the enemy army, which was winded and without formation. Then the flanking cavalry came out of their hiding place, and trapped the men, quickly killing them. You had the general shown to you, and saw that it was not Thronus, but one of his sons (the oldest), under strict instructions to hold off the men with the sallied out men of Vitcur and Ulmuran. After a day or two of torture, the young man informed you that Thronus left the second oldest son to guard the city with an elite troop, and that Thronus himself had marched his best army to the Kadine Pass while you attacked as predicted:
>March on the city
>March to Thronus's army
>Split the forces, to try and do both (choose which one you command)
Roll 1d100

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3446407
>Split the forces, to try and do both (choose which one you command)
We go after Thronus personally.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3446407
>>March to Thronus's army
If we come up the pass from behind him he will be trapped between us and the Kadine fortifications we set up. We can end this now.

>>3446625
His son will probably come to back him up by attacking us, which would reverse the situation by trapping us between the two armies. I want to put pressure on both of them to prevent the prince from reinforcing Thronus and flanking us.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3446534
I agree with this guy. We are controling this fight. Can't let either get an upper hand

Rolled 28 - 40 (1d100 - 40)

>>3446534
>>3446625
>>3446666
>>3448226
I'll consider that three votes for splitting the forces: Rolling for fighting Thronus though
24 -25 (Guns, oil, your prowess in battle and competency as general, vehicles, superior forces ) = -1

Enemy gets -40 (Thronus is an exellent general, they chose the battlefield, they set up a trap, fresh force that hasn't been marching, guns, vehicles, your nemesis: Aegis, and they have a few RPG's)

>>3448598
>they set up a trap
shit
>your nemesis: Aegis
WHAT THE FUCK, WE KILLED THAT CUNTBAG ALREADY
WE NEED TO BREAK HIS NECK, TAKE HIS HEAD AND BURN HIM TO ASHES

>>3448598
>>3448622
-1 vs -12 = Failure, but they have a pyrrhic victory

You had the lords of Y'arak, and Scoundrels-Toll split off to siege Kurrlon, under the supervision of Rathadu. You took your loyal troops, Harlotsiville's, and Black-Hands Deal's troops (with their associated lords leading them), and lead them east of the entrance to Kurrlons valley, to deal with Thronus once and for all. This little game of cat and mousse ends now. It was about midday when you reached the rocky valleys and paths of Kadine, and had your men prepare for an attack from any angle. You spent the next four days marching (slow speed due to large army), leading the men to the Kadine Pass, constantly setting up fortifications for each camp made. It was on the fifth day that the ambush happened, swift and unrelenting, with the enemy forces attacking from the cracked and rocky mountains that separate the pass from Kurrlon. They smashed into your flank before you could properly form the line, leading to a huge loss of men on your part. The vehicles sent in by your side were effective, until their elite RPG units blew a few of the armored cars up, giving their vehicles ample time to counter-charge.

You stopped leading the men near the end of the battle, when the cavalry (which had you in it) clashed with their so as to flank the opposing army. You went into a frenzy, cutting, killing, and throwing about the enemy men like they were wearing no armor at all. In the midst of glorious combat, as you let out a great war-cry, you were side tackled by a huge armored man, which knocked the air out of you. You felt your dazed self get lifted up backwards, and then suplexed over and over, till the enemy got on top of you, punching you over and over again till your face was a bloody pulp. "I was brought back..." the voice of the man on top of you said, before punching you again, "to kill you, Urizen of the wastes..." you recognized the voice of the enemy as Aegis, which made you give a weak laugh in response. You felt yourself get lifted to your knees, with the giant behind you, arms preparing to break your neck, "I saw Kurrlon himself in my unconscious state, and he told me that my one goal now was to kill you. I then woke up, and found my arm healed, to the surprise of everyone. I will complete my goal whether it kills me or not," the man said preparing to finish this war. You could see your men, against the shouted commands of Rathadu, retreating, while you were slowly getting surrounded by just the enemies men:
>This time, you're gonna stay dead, soft-skin
>Wait, your family... I have your family held captive (bullshit)
>Accept this fate
>Write in
Roll 1d100

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3448741
>This time, you're gonna stay dead, soft-skin
>Call upon Mashuk for the power to slay him once and for all

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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3448741
>This time, you're gonna stay dead, soft-skin
If we die, we die in Glory!
If this is the end of Urizen, let all gods bear witness!
Ride Eternal, Shiny and Chrome!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3448742
Ohhh this is nice! +1

Rolled 88 - 25 (1d100 - 25)

>>3448742
>>3448878
>>3448927
Rolling for Aegis:
12 -25 (Wooden leg [+5], master spearman, expert swordsman, Mashuks favor, lifedrain, Primal rage, and unconventional fighting style) = -13

Aegis gets -25 (Expert swordsman, stronger, better equipped, surrounded by the enemy, Kurrlons favor)

>>3448947
Glory! Blood for Mashuk!

>>3448947
MAIM! KILL! BURN!

>>3448947
Aegis... still a bitch

>>3448947
NOW he's fucking dead. Finally, we can eat his heart and blaspheme against Kurrlon.

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>>3448947
>>3448960
>>3449026
>>3449131
>>3449134
"This time, you're gonna stay dead, soft-skin," you said, barely louder than a whisper. Due to trauma and blood loss, you blacked out before he broke your neck, leading you back to talk to Mashuk. This time you did not see fog, you saw smoke, and were before you heard the glorious sound of honorable combat, it now sounds beastly, and beyond sadistic. You got up, and looked around, seeing the silhouettes of warrior clashing, and pulling out each other's intestines, eating the remains while the other still lived, and on the ground was not soft clouds, no, the ground was covered in human bones and skulls, as well as the occasional fresh organ and limb. You saw it then, a great figure on a huge throne, the smoke parted enough to see the monstrous form: with the head and body of a beast, and black armor that was covered in blood. You fell to your knees in disbelief, hoping that this was not the god you worshipped, the god that now pulled a great serrated black sword from their own chest, and pointed it to you, saying "You have FAILED! But I, Mashuk, am a generous god: I will grant you your strength back, mortal, for the small price of your soul... Do you accept?" You stood to your knees, and, rather than face a death such as this, accepted the terms. "Good my dog of war... good. Now go, slay, maim, MURDER!!!"

You were brought back to your own body, now fully healed and ready for a fight. You grabbed the arm around your neck, and pulled it off with surprising ease, confusing Aegis, and making you smile: you now don't have the strength of Hathon, you have the strength of Mashuk's chosen. You let go of the Aegis's arm, and let him stumble back with surprise. You grabbed your ripper spear that you dropped, and prepared for a good fight. Aegis went for a great swing with his sword, which you deftly parried, and went for the same weak spot that he had before, but, after it getting deflected, realized that it was reinforced since the last battle. Aegis went for another strike, which resulted in you disarming, and dislocating his shoulder. At this point, you found that you were almost surrounded, and your army was barely visible in the distance, so you dropped the killing of the huge man for now, pulling off a soldier from his horse, and riding after your men. You had never felt power like this, and never felt such bestial rage as well. The true power of war was flowing through you:
>Tell the men to return to the sieging army at Kurrlon
>Tell everyone to retreat
>Make the army wait at a specific point to stop theirs from escaping Kadine
>Write in

>>3449139
>Tell the men to return to the sieging army at Kurrlon
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

>>3449139
Oh, and roll 1d100

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3449143
Also, order some nearby men to bind the corpse of Aegis in chains and have him taken away.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3449139
>Tell the men to return to the sieging army at Kurrlon
This ends now.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3449139
>>3449170
WAR IS SAVAGE, AND WE MUST BE SAVAGE

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>>3449184
>>3449206
softskins detected

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3449139
>Make the army wait at a specific point to stop theirs from escaping Kadine
Demon Prince Urizen Soon
No escape for the Kurrlon dogs.

Rolled 85 - 65 (1d100 - 65)

>>3449143
>>3449144
>>3449170
>>3449184
>>3449206
>>3449213
>>3449253
Rolling for siege:
12 -35 (oil, guns, outnumber the enemy, siege tower, Chosen of Mashuk, competent general (you), and palisades set up) = -23

The enemy gets -65 (walls, second walls, third walls, keep, oil, turrets, grenades, elite guardsmen, RPG's, flanking force, guns, your nemesis: Aegis, and Thronus is a great general)

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>>3451174
>your nemesis: Aegis
So the motherfucker ISN'T DEAD YET
>we win even with a disadvantage of 30
>mfw

Be aware that Urizen does not appreciate knowing the fact that his god obviously malevolent. Urizen previous to this thought (and so did everyone else who worshipped the god) that Mashuk was an honorable warrior god that believed in strength above all else. It is becoming clear now to Urizen that this was just a facade to gain followers.

>>3451174
>>3451195
You made the men retreat, reinforcing the effort at Kurrlon, to the surprise of the men. It was a quick few days march to Kurrlon, where the sieging army had set up a small palisade around the enemy walls so as to deter a flanking attack. You hailed the guards, and entered the camp, ordering your men to wait and stay provisioned: this will be a long few days. You found out that these wall guard had a great amount of weapons and artillery, as well as a three-fold defense, having more walls than you have generals.
The city was huge, with the outside wall almost spanning the entrance to the valley, and the height being at least twice as large as the towns before. You prepared the siege tower, but had a new addition to it added: A battering ram on the lower level. At the end of the next day, the men launched the attack, with only three of the five siege towers breaching the walls. You decided to stay out of the initial wall battle, so as to prepare for the inevitable flanking force.

After fighting the guardsmen defending through the night, a large amount of the enemies forces were spotted at the entrance to the valley, approaching from the east: Thronus. You prepared your forces to defend against their attack, having the gunmen, crossbowmen, and bowmen up front, while the other forces waited for the enemy to get close. You felt something strange hit you in the face, then it hit you again, near the eye. You wiped your face, and when you looked at your hand, you realized it was water, and that rain was soon coming.
You readied the men, and had them prepare for a really muddy battle, due to the size of this cloud front, and that weather was on your side. You had them hold the line against the cavalry and militia, ordering shot after shot to be fired against the frantic enemy. By sunrise you had deterred the enemy flanking force, with your men running in to melee any units that got past the palisade, beating the exhausted enemy in a muddy struggle.

>>3451323
It was during the next day that you finally took the walls, now moving to the inner ones, which were taken after a few more days. Eventually, there was only the keep left, but your men were exhausted, and an enemy force was waiting at the exit to the valley. Just at this moment, you received a message from Balak and the force that was sent west: they were all defeated. "The enemy was too many in number, and strong in force, and defeated our small army within the day, causing us to retreat to the flats. We need your aid now more than ever:"
>You will have this town soon, they can wait at the flats
>Have Balak bring his forces here, we need his help
>Leave only a small amount of men to finish this job, and have the rest come with you to go back to Saltmarch
>Write in
Roll 1d100

Armies before the siege:

Urizen's army:
600 Veteran Rattle-Tail heavy cavalry, 500 Elite Eye-Eaters, 700 Veteran Crimson Chosen, 1600 veteran elite raiders, 2000 elite waster raiders, 700 waster raiders, 600 veteran elite crossbowmen, 50 biker semi-automatic gunners, 6 armored car turret gunners, and 300 veteran gunner infantry. (7,056 men)

Vassal armies:
Harlotsville's armies: 200 veteran militia, 1400 elite militia (1,600 men)
Y'arak's armies: 100 Elite light cavalry, 500 veteran militia, 400 elite militia, 2000 militia, and 600 bowmen (3,600 men)
Black-Hands Deal: 600 light cavalry, 1500 elite militia, and 2000 militia (4,100)
Scoundrels-Toll: 600 veteran raiders, 1000 elite raiders, and 2000 raiders (3,600)

Enemy forces: 1800 Kurrlon elite militia, 400 Kurrlon veteran militia, 500 Kurrlon elite bowmen, 500 Kurrlon veteran bowmen, 80 bolt-action gunners, 500 veteran heavy cavalry, 3 armored cars, 10 biker gunners, and 4 RPG gunner infantry (3,597 men)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3451324
>Keep the majority of your men here, and send a small amount to the flats to help Balak

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>3451324
>>3451331
+1 for this, but stay here to finish the job.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3451331
>>Keep the majority of your men here, and send a small amount to the flats to help Bala
Supporting

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>>3451331
>>3451634
>>3451671
Oh God why

>>3451693
save us anon

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3451331
PRAISE MASHUK

>>3452204
Holy shit

>>3451331
>>3451634
>>3451671
>>3452204
We're fucked now.

>>3452331
That 56 might save us if Kurrlon rolls high

>>3452208
>>3452331
Our ultimate victory will mean nothing if we don’t fight for it.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>3451324
Lol we should stay loyal till we take over All the kingdoms then kill mashuk and be the new war god

>>3452408
What plan are you supporting with that roll

>>3452446
Who ever wins the vote and wants to kill a god

Rolled 26 - 55 (1d100 - 55)

>>3451331
>>3451634
>>3451671
>>3451693
>>3452057
>>3452204
>>3452208
>>3452331
>>3452367
>>3452384
>>3452408
>>3452446
>>3452583
Losing faith in Mashuk is clearly why these rolls are so bad.

I'll go with you wanting to send another small force to Balak, and keeping the majority here. Also, you secretely plan on betraying Mashuk, and taking your soul back from his clutches (metal):

Rolling for the end of the siege:
31 -40 (oil, guns, outnumber the enemy, siege tower, Chosen of Mashuk, competent general (you), walls, second walls, third walls, exhausted men [+5]) = -9

The enemy gets -55 (keep, oil, turrets, grenades, elite guardsmen, RPG's, flanking force, guns, your nemesis: Aegis, and Thronus is a great general, starving you out)

Holy shit these modifiers are getting big

>>3453180
-9 vs -29 = close defeat/phyric victory for Thronus (and you've got more men, so it's not so bad for you)

You sent another one of your generals (this time being Murdas Brukus) with a relatively small amount of men to deal with the prevalent diversion, leaving the main force to continue with the siege. Murdas left at the crack of dawn with the green troops, while the units starving you out were switching patrols at the valley's entrance. Brukus lead the men west through the valley, and through an old goats path to the desert outside. You had sent the forces of Black-Hands Deal this time, and now had fewer men than you thought ideal.
The next few days were spent with wall and fire, brick and bullet; sieging the great keep at the town's center, losing many men in the process. Just as you were about to take the whole city, once and for all, you received word from a rather out of breath messenger, telling you that a force of the enemies men had managed to sap past the walled defense, and were fighting in melee with yours. You rode back, bringing your most elite troops across the huge city, ordering the gates opened, and for the men to put up spear and shield.
The roads were small, and were made of cobblestone. There were two sapping holes the enemy were pouring out of, and you had your gunmen engage by setting up barricades, and shooting at a distance. The enemy used grenades, and eventually broke the defense, and a melee was fought in the tight streets, lasting for hours on end, with each army fighting for survival, knowing they couldn't run anywhere. The body piled so high that it made a temporary defense for your men, who began discussing a new strategy. You had had enough, it was high time that you got into the brawl, tooth, and claw. Just as you were about to lead the crimson chosen, eye-eaters, and Rattle-Tails in a charge, you got word from an even more exhausted messenger from the keep, who informed you that it was taken, and that the men taking it were coming to reinforce the line.
After sendiing the messenger on his way, you looked at your men, and held up your spear in exaltation, letting out your now legendary war-cry, and launching yourself at the enemy, jumping over the wall of dead men spear in hand.

>>3453315
The day dragged on, and so did the fight, now much slower and sluggish than before, apart from you and your elite men though, who continued to push the enemy further and further back, now fighting almost constantly on dead bodies. You heard it then (you were out of berserker rage by now), the marching of men behind you, who were almost at the large piles of dead bodies. When you saw who it was, you called for your men's attention (gaining just the Rattle-Tails), and ordered them to form a shield wall at your flank, which was now being attacked by the enemy as well.
The enemy must have defeated your forces at the other sapped point, and were now sandwiching your men between foes. You tried to push past the men, to engage the enemy, but it was no use, you simply ended up squishing yourself more in the struggle, resulting in you not being able to move much more than an inch or two. Your now fearful men, who were only making it easier for their killers by trying to desperately escape, hardly held up a defense against the new attackers. You pulled yourself out of the tightly packed formation, pushed up above the me, and now just trying to breathe and not get disorientated. "YOU!" You turned your head towards where that was said, and sure enough, Aegis was there, mowing through your men, trying to reach you:
>Engage your nemesis
>Try to climb the side of one of the buildings
>Try to run over the tops of the anvil force of the enemy, using their tightly grouped men like a floor
Roll 1d100

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>3453316
>Engage your nemesis
This time we're going to chop him up into 13 pieces, see if he comes back from that.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>3453349
> 13 pieces
> 13 rolled
Enough of that betrayal shit, MASHUK IS WITH US

>>3453364
>rolled 91
It seems you are not one of us.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3453364
No he’s not, he cursed us to be a slave under his rule by taking our soul. We will go through out the lands of the living facing down all who stand in our way. We will feast on the hearts of Demi-gods till we have enough power to ascend to the heavens and challenge mashuk. There we will defeat him because he has become fat and lazy. And as he lays dying we plunge our fist into his chest tear his still beating heart out and make him watch as we become the god of war.

>>3452583
Btw same guy from before I’m just a phone poster.

Rolled 55 - 25 (1d100 - 25)

>>3453349
>>3453364
>>3453383
>>3453463
>>3453468
13 bits while rolling 13... Mashuk wills it!
Rolling for Aegis:
13 -25 (Wooden leg [+5], master spearman, expert swordsman, Mashuks chosen, lifedrain, Primal rage, and unconventional fighting style) = -12

Aegis gets -25 (Expert swordsman, better equipped, semi used to your fighting style, burning desire to kill you, and Kurrlons chosen)

>>3453463
Once we conquer the world, we shall do this.

>>3453496
>>3453505
-12 vs 30 = 13 pieces, here we come

You pulled yourself from the panicking men, and into the frey, attacking the enemy with all the ferocity of a wild animal, trying to get closer to your prey: Aegis. You saw him pushing past his men with reckless abandon, only having one thought in his mind: to fulfill his gods wish, and to have his vengeance. The both of you met with a clash of steel, and an exchange of blows, each dodging the others every strike and parry, making the duel drag on as the men fought beside you. He pulled you into a grapple, just like you wanted, and tried to disarm your spear.
You smiled at the confused man trying his best to take the weapon from you: ever since that day when your soul was taken, your strength and endurance rose to peak levels of human physical capabilities, with your muscles as strong as someone who had spent their whole life working them.
You looked up at the man, and gave a sadistic war-cry as you headbutted him, temporarily stunning him, which allowed you time to draw your sword, and stick it right between his metal plates. He looked down at you surprised, and tried to say something, but all that came out was blood. You pulled off his breastplate, and lifted your hand to the sky, then back down to the mans chest. You looked him in the eyes as you pushed your hand through, and pulled out his heart (by now you had warmed up to the taste), and ate it in front of him:
>Gain his knowledge of Thronus's plans
>Gain his strength (added to your own)
>Gain his knowledge of arms and amor (clearly he's quite the master of that)
>Write in

>>3453769
>Gain his knowledge of arms and amor (clearly he's quite the master of that)
We'll need this in the future.

>>3453837
+1 to this guy

>>3453837
Supporting.

>>3453837
Clear choice

>>3453837
>>3453981
>>3454025
>>3454202
You felt a surge of energy and knowledge course through you, and the power residing within Aegis that Kurrlon gave him. You looked at your men, who barely wore clothes on their upper bodies, even the elite, and veteran ones, and looked at your own weaponry and armor: scavenging equipment can only give you so much.
You turned to the enemy, and pulled out your war-horn, blowing it to gather your men's attention, and ordered a push on the flanking enemy with a point of your spear, which brought them all to their senses. Your veteran, and elite forces pulled themselves together, and pushed to the front of the flank, and held up all their weapons in unison, letting out a war chant. The enemy forces had disengaged temporarily after seeing their generals heart eaten. Your men had a Crimson Chosen and an eye eater next to them aligned in order, so as to have the greatest effect. The enemy held out their shields, and prepared to charge into your men, and you stood in front of your men, and blew your horn again, ordering them to push the forces back.
The eye eaters pulled back the enemies interlocking shields, and the Crimson chosen stabbed in with their spears. This process was repeated over and over, with both sides receiving casualties. The fight ended when the troop sieging the keep attacked the enemy rear, but allowed an exit space, which the enemy took over death, and fled back to their camp. You pulled back your forces to the second wall, allowing the enemy, who had sent in a good chunk of their men into the town, the first layer of the city. You were now trapped, but you had more men still.

You had luckily captured Kurrlonius's son for bartering, and waited with him at the wall, asking for Thronus to appear, which he did, in accordance to parley (the citizens of the city had escaped to the hills before the siege started btw):
>Ask for an exchange of hostages, then for free passage out of the city. They have won, but at the cost of many lives
>Say that this city is yours, or Kurrlonius's son dies
>Challenge Thronus to a duel for the city and his son (roll 1d100)
>Kill his son in front of him, with no words said, and continue with the siege (roll 1d100)
>Write in

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3455822
>>Challenge Thronus to a duel for the city and his son (roll 1d100)
Let it not be said that the Great Urizen is without some measure of mercy. Face us in honorable single combat!

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3455822
>Challenge Thronus to a duel for the city and his son (roll 1d100)

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3455911
Agree

Rolled 62 - 35 (1d100 - 35)

>>3455882
>>3455911
>>3456320
Rolling for Thronus:
16 -30 (Wooden leg [+5], master spearman, expert swordsman, Mashuks chosen, lifedrain, Primal rage, strength and speed of Mashuk, and unconventional fighting style) = -14

Thronus gets -35 (Master swordsman, the best equipped a person could possibly be, trained since birth to fight in duels, hidden handgun, semi used to your fighting style, fights real dirty, and Kurrlons descendant)

>>3457385
>hidden handgun
>fights real dirty
Yup...

New thread:

>>3461578