Power Metal Quest

[Zedalb]

Love forbidden is twice as sweet.

Everyone knows you love the princess, but the son of a minor duke is not destined for such a marriage.
The princess was trained far better than you in the courts arts.

Which is why only you knows that she loves you back. Stolen glances and smiles in secret little moments. Coded language and futile gestures have been your love language.

Today though it is not enough.

Today the drums of war shake the stone of your home.
Today the guitars sing of glory and battle.
Today the dead themselves rise to reclaim the world from the living.

They lay siege to the capital, and the call has gone out for aid.

You should not answer it, but you couldn't stop yourself if you tried.

A choice lies before you.

THE SWORD lies in stone waiting for another hand to grasp it. It offers power forging your soul into a sword the way iron becomes a blade, by reshaping and removing what is not needed. None who have drawn that sword have lived a peaceful life and all have died still holding onto it. It would change you from the man she once loved but she would be alive to hate your choice.

Or you may trust in your Arcana and the secrets of the universe you have worked to gleam.

[] Draw the blade, cut the distance between you and the princess and stand beside her to protect her from the undead horde. Cut them as the scythe does the wheat.

[] Disregard the blade, literally reach into the sky and rip a lightning bolt from the sky to ride to the capital. Bring thunder upon the dead and leave only ashes in your wake.

 

[Zedalb]

You climb to the top of the tallest tower.

You stare up at the cloudless quiet night.

"THOR ODINSON HEAR ME NOW
I MAKE THIS SACRED VOW

SMITE ME DOWN
OR ALL WILL HEAR TALE OF YOU AS A FUCKING CLOWN"

Blasphemy works faster than any prayer.
Clouds start to pour thick heavy rain over the tower as thunder rumbles and stirs the sky.

Lightning pure and true banishes the night.
It's overwhelmingly bright.

It strikes with the wrath of a god but you grab it in your hand standing tall and defiant.
It burns down your body and sparks fly off of you.

Burns mark across your skin leaving the pattern of thunder down your body.
But you do not relent.

With a swing of your arm you crack the lightning still burning from the sky.
It snaps like a whip throwing you into the night sky dragging along the storm behind you. As you use lightning as a leash.

In moments you see the dead surrounding the capital a mass so large and thick it paints the ground black. There numbers are without end but so is your fury.

You crash into the earth like a comet and drag the storm down to the ground with you.

Lightning explodes all around you shattering the horde with explosions of white hot fury.
It kicks up a great fog of dust and death into the air.

You see a noble knights motorcycle in the wreckage of gore and battle and some part of you smirks at the idea.

Still smoking from the thunder you turn to see the army and the bike.

You must make a choice.

[] Get on the motorcycle, use a siege tower ramp to jump into the city and find the princess, slinging magical death at any nearby undead as you ride.

[] Stay and call upon the old magics of stone and fire. If any army of the dead threatens your love, then the army must be destroyed.

[] Sing the song of dragons and rise into the sky. You know that there is a commander to these forces, they must be found and destroyed.

 

[Donald Darf]

I gave the protag puffy pantaloons since he was raised as a noble and I thought it would be funny
I made him shirtless cause he got hit by lightning, that got burnt off

 

[Donald Darf]

Abomination of the undead hordes
The thing in his mouth is a worm

 

[Zedalb]

Like a hero of old you stand in the crater smoke and dust flying through air around you.

The endless dead start to raise surrounding you on every side.
But you do not hide. Instead you let out your battle cry.

You sing out the ancient war song of the celestial tigers.
Such creatures would not allow the undead to roam free.

Light cuts through the smoke and dust in the air.
From light the celestial tigers fly free taking the fight to the undead with ferocious roars.

The undead run down the crater you formed swords raised into the air.
You whisper secrets words to the moon in the sky.

And you grab a blade of moon light into your hand.
The blade of moonlight cuts through the undead as easily as it does the dark.
Leaving them in smoking piles around you.

Yet their numbers know no end and you are soon to be surrounded on every side.
Until fire rains down from the sky.

A celestial tiger roars flames as it flies past you. You reach out grabbing on and sliding onto it's back as it flies.
Your blade of moonlight cuts the undead as you fly on the tigers back.

but the undead do not lack for recourse and you see a great undead dragon rising into the sky. Upon it's back a lich sings the songs of death.
A foe worthy of your time but not your only choice.

you:


[] Crash to the ground fight the undead with your tiger army. You will fight your way to any worthy foes and destroy them completely.

[] Meet the undead dragon head to head. Celestial Tiger Vs Dragon, Lich VS Mage of the old ways. You will destroy this armies champion.

[] Ignore the undead it is time to get to your beloved princess. You can fight through this night together until you see the sunrise.