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Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.
- Thread starter Magoose
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Vasily: You touched ma Waifu!!!
Mongol Quest: Oh shit!
Magoose
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In an alternate universe where we play as the Mongols, that would be the player base reaction to losing one of their best generals to the main antagonist.
Edit: 15 of that bonus is from Vasily's personal combat skill, the rest is from the morale.
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Not Husbando Rage from his quasi psychotic obsession with Zima?
Disappointing.
Magoose
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If I did that, it would be a +100 and Vasily would kill all the Mongols on the right flank by himself. And that wouldn't be fair for the Mongols now wouldn't it?
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Vasily has a 39 in personal combat bros. He's essentially Achilles without the heel!
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That's wrong, he has a heel. It's being a man with an unhealthy obsession with making sure his family stays safe.
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Well, I suppose, but that's not really something he should have to worry about in battle. His Wife just forced her way onto the battlefield, so yeah, she's a bit daft. I don't think it will be a recurring thing.
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Don't tempt fate. Or the dice.
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Don't tempt fate. Or the dice.
I beat Kingdoms of Amalur, Fate doesn't scare me!
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FTFY.
I've read the Fate/Hollow series.
You should be.
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No. No. I think it's going to be a pretty common thing. Not only is she a pretty great commander in her own right, but it's been shown time and time again that Vasily can't say no to her.
I realize that you have plans to end this quest after the war ends, but oh God, that sounds like the set-up for an incredibly tragic tale right there.
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Trust me.
I have plans for if Zima gets captured.
You will hate me.
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Oh God. Can I ask, is it closer to "focus all attention on that spot," or "leave that bitch to burn?"
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War is tragic, painful and only causes suffering no matter how you spin it, fought by men and women who contain within them the most evil monsters from hell.
Now that would be telling.
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Poetic, but I was thinking of the more personal Greek/Shakespearean-style "ruined by his own flaws, destroys the things that he loves," sort of tragedy.
Always Late
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Vasily would sooner take his own life, or let his wife take his, than hurt her.
She kinda means that much to him.
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I hope it won't be a recurring thing, especially when she's pregnant with twins. Hoping for otherwise is just silly, and Zima was not thinking when she forced her way onto the field.
Always Late
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She was. Just not about the little factor of 'who will save you'.
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There is no question about that... Now if he had to choose between his kids and Zima, then he would hurt her if only for the fact she would do the exact same thing to protect the kids.
Both would understand each other's choices if that was the case.
Battle of Yamatau Part 2: Continue the Fight
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Battle of Yamatau Part 2: Continue the Fight
Vasily was tense and focused, he felt his blood boil as he charged at the man who had attacked his wife. He was so angry that he could barely control himself from screaming to the heavens and ripping the man apart with his own hands.
But Vasily had his sword, and he needed to end this man as quickly as possible to make sure Zima was alright. He was civilized after all.
Two knights rode up next to Zima, helping her off of the ground. "Get her a horse," Vasily shouted over his shoulder. "And rescue Fulk! We need his men to relieve the center!"
Vasily than turned, and took a step forward, towards the cowardly leader that was now quivering in his boots. The man's hands could barely hold his blade. He saw the blood that coated Vasily's armor like the rain. "You tried to kill my wife." Vasily murmured. The Mongolian showed no indication of understanding him that Vasily could see. Vasily screamed a wordless cry and then ran towards the man like a demon escaping from hell.
BLOOD RAGE!: 1D20 => 16+20=36 vs 1D20 => 1
Vasily broke through the man's defenses with a swift strike of his sword, shattering the arabic blade of his foe into a thousand tiny pieces, the glittering metal bouncing off his armor.Vasily never noticed the metal that hit his face and started slashing at the man who dared to attack his wife.
Blood started to coat Vasily's armor even more than it was before, the metal itself no longer shining through. Only the red stains from the blood of the Mongols remained.
Even on the ground and knowing that he would die, the Mongol warrior tried to beg for Vasily's mercy. The mercy of a fellow warrior on the field of battle.
Vasily knelt down to whisper in the warrior's ear. "You called me weak. Incapable of rule. Just a boy worthy of a second thought. That my wife is someone you can touch. Your men will never forget what I'm going to do to you."
Then the Mongol's screams began to echo across the battlefield.
Mongol Morale lost: 20
Mongol Right Flank Morale: 65/100
Mongol Center Morale: 15/100
Mongol Left Morale: 45/100
Center Rout Roll: 1D100 => 3 vs 1D100 => 92
Center is still fighting.
This Vasily Aristov was not the man the Mongols were told not to fear. This man was a monster from the deepest pits of hell, one that not even the Mongols Great Khan could defeat. He was a demon baptized not by the waters of god, but the blood of man. To some who knew the old stories of the Greek and Roman gods, he was Ares. He was Mars.
He was Death. And unlike the stories of old, he was alive and real. And his rage was legendary.
Vasily inhaled a single breath as he removed the warrior's head from his body. "TO FULK!" He screamed, his voice seeming to carry over the entire battlefield.
The Polish Hussars, the Russian Knights, and mounted nobles heeded his command and charged through the Mongol Lancers towards Fulk's fort.
(POV Change)
Zima heard the call from her husband, and she knew would succeed. But first she had to get through the Lancers in front of her.
To Fulk: Center Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 34 +20= 54 vs Enemy Roll: 1D100 => 29-5=24
Enemy troops Lost:1D10000 => 9379
Allied Troops lost:1D1000 => 92
Right flank Allied Morale loss: -2. Current Allied Morale: 98/100
Right Flank Enemy Morale decreased by 10.
Right Enemy Morale: 55/100
Enemy Troops Remaining: 200,000(?)
Zima's calvary broke through the line of the Mongol forces like a hot knife through butter. She was thankful that Vasily had rescued her. She just hoped that the little ones in her were going to be alright.
The siege line was scattered, the Mongols were not protecting their backs, and the skeleton crew that were still there to maintain the siege were wiped out by the thundering hooves and long lances of her men. Fulk would now hopefully be able to assist the army.
The General himself was waiting at the gates, surprised by the arrival of Zima.
"My Princess…" The general looked like he was drunk. "Forgive the troublesome guests that have delayed me in welcoming you."
"It is fine Fulk. But I need your help." Zima stated.
"Just tell us where we need to go," Fulk replied before he looked at his troops. "Get up you lazy bastards, we've got some Mongols to kill, and I don't care how hungry you are! We're fighting!"
Fulk has been rescued. Now hopefully, his forces will now take to the field.
(POV Change)
Ionnos had to change his target. The center forces had fallen back out of range, and he did not want to waste ammunition on them. What he needed was to turn his cannons to the left flank. Basilius was in danger, he could feel it in his bones. He could feel the desperation coming from the left.
"Are the cannons loaded!?" He demanded from one of his gunners.
"We're loaded sir!" the gunners replied. "Waiting for orders!"
"FIRE!"
Hell, Blood and Iron: Center Artillery Tactical Roll 1D100 => 78+35=113 Vs Enemy Roll: 1D100 => 35
No Allied Troops lost.
No Morale Penalty due to Leaders Traits
Enemy troops Lost: 1D10000 => 9164
Enemy Morale decreased by 20
Left Enemy Morale: 25/100
Enemy Rout roll: 1D100 => 91 vs 1D100 => 45
Mongol Left Flank is Routing.
Enemy Troops Remaining : (???)
And then the Mongol horse archers on the left flank started to run.
(POV Change)
Basilius saw the Mongols start to retreat the moment the cannons fire again. The thundering sound of the guns firing was a welcome one. But when he looked up from behind his shield, he saw the Mongols running away.
The Mongols on his flank, the horse archers that he feared would force him to resort to drastic measures to defeat them, were breaking.
And there was only one thing he could think of doing, something that Basilius thought impossible. Rout the Mongols from the field, and slaughter as many as he could. "CHARGE!"
(POV Change)
Khan Enx watched his battle line fall apart around him. His left had collapsed at the first volley of cannons at them, their casualties near-total, and was riding as fast as they could away from the field. His center was nearly depleted and his right just watched their beloved commander be tortured to death. Many of his officers were dead, and there was no possibility of winning this battle now. Enx was old enough to remember the raids the khans decades had made on the Chinese frontiers, the rockets and cannons that their armies employed to shatter less disciplined forces. The latter of which Enx now found himself standing across from once again. The Chinese secret weapon was in the hands of the Imperials.
Had the Dragon betrayed their alliance? Had the Chinese supplied their enemies the weapons or had they lost their control over the gunpowder they prized and kept so secret?
The latter was the most likely, knowing the emperor of Europa and the defector's stories about him were to be believed.
He only had one option left to save the rest of his forces from certain annihilation.
Mongol Retreat Roll: 1D100 => 76 vs 1D100 => 9
The Entire Mongol Army is in retreat.
"Sound the horn, we're retreating." He ordered.
"Sir-"
"Do you want to join the slaughtered?" Enx asked.
The Hornblower nodded. "It shall be done, my khan."
The horn blew and Enx turned to run away. He had lost enough, losing his own life to Vasily Aristov was not a plan. He would not survive the monster's care, not after what happened to Teju.
He'd rather be a coward now and a hero who could still fight and make up for his shame later.
Would you like to chase the routing enemies?
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Would you like to Change tactics:
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AN: Enjoy.
Vasily was tense and focused, he felt his blood boil as he charged at the man who had attacked his wife. He was so angry that he could barely control himself from screaming to the heavens and ripping the man apart with his own hands.
But Vasily had his sword, and he needed to end this man as quickly as possible to make sure Zima was alright. He was civilized after all.
Two knights rode up next to Zima, helping her off of the ground. "Get her a horse," Vasily shouted over his shoulder. "And rescue Fulk! We need his men to relieve the center!"
Vasily than turned, and took a step forward, towards the cowardly leader that was now quivering in his boots. The man's hands could barely hold his blade. He saw the blood that coated Vasily's armor like the rain. "You tried to kill my wife." Vasily murmured. The Mongolian showed no indication of understanding him that Vasily could see. Vasily screamed a wordless cry and then ran towards the man like a demon escaping from hell.
BLOOD RAGE!: 1D20 => 16+20=36 vs 1D20 => 1
Vasily broke through the man's defenses with a swift strike of his sword, shattering the arabic blade of his foe into a thousand tiny pieces, the glittering metal bouncing off his armor.Vasily never noticed the metal that hit his face and started slashing at the man who dared to attack his wife.
Blood started to coat Vasily's armor even more than it was before, the metal itself no longer shining through. Only the red stains from the blood of the Mongols remained.
Even on the ground and knowing that he would die, the Mongol warrior tried to beg for Vasily's mercy. The mercy of a fellow warrior on the field of battle.
Vasily knelt down to whisper in the warrior's ear. "You called me weak. Incapable of rule. Just a boy worthy of a second thought. That my wife is someone you can touch. Your men will never forget what I'm going to do to you."
Then the Mongol's screams began to echo across the battlefield.
Mongol Morale lost: 20
Mongol Right Flank Morale: 65/100
Mongol Center Morale: 15/100
Mongol Left Morale: 45/100
Center Rout Roll: 1D100 => 3 vs 1D100 => 92
Center is still fighting.
This Vasily Aristov was not the man the Mongols were told not to fear. This man was a monster from the deepest pits of hell, one that not even the Mongols Great Khan could defeat. He was a demon baptized not by the waters of god, but the blood of man. To some who knew the old stories of the Greek and Roman gods, he was Ares. He was Mars.
He was Death. And unlike the stories of old, he was alive and real. And his rage was legendary.
Vasily inhaled a single breath as he removed the warrior's head from his body. "TO FULK!" He screamed, his voice seeming to carry over the entire battlefield.
The Polish Hussars, the Russian Knights, and mounted nobles heeded his command and charged through the Mongol Lancers towards Fulk's fort.
(POV Change)
Zima heard the call from her husband, and she knew would succeed. But first she had to get through the Lancers in front of her.
To Fulk: Center Tactical Roll: 1D100 => 34 +20= 54 vs Enemy Roll: 1D100 => 29-5=24
Enemy troops Lost:1D10000 => 9379
Allied Troops lost:1D1000 => 92
Right flank Allied Morale loss: -2. Current Allied Morale: 98/100
Right Flank Enemy Morale decreased by 10.
Right Enemy Morale: 55/100
Enemy Troops Remaining: 200,000(?)
Zima's calvary broke through the line of the Mongol forces like a hot knife through butter. She was thankful that Vasily had rescued her. She just hoped that the little ones in her were going to be alright.
The siege line was scattered, the Mongols were not protecting their backs, and the skeleton crew that were still there to maintain the siege were wiped out by the thundering hooves and long lances of her men. Fulk would now hopefully be able to assist the army.
The General himself was waiting at the gates, surprised by the arrival of Zima.
"My Princess…" The general looked like he was drunk. "Forgive the troublesome guests that have delayed me in welcoming you."
"It is fine Fulk. But I need your help." Zima stated.
"Just tell us where we need to go," Fulk replied before he looked at his troops. "Get up you lazy bastards, we've got some Mongols to kill, and I don't care how hungry you are! We're fighting!"
Fulk has been rescued. Now hopefully, his forces will now take to the field.
(POV Change)
Ionnos had to change his target. The center forces had fallen back out of range, and he did not want to waste ammunition on them. What he needed was to turn his cannons to the left flank. Basilius was in danger, he could feel it in his bones. He could feel the desperation coming from the left.
"Are the cannons loaded!?" He demanded from one of his gunners.
"We're loaded sir!" the gunners replied. "Waiting for orders!"
"FIRE!"
Hell, Blood and Iron: Center Artillery Tactical Roll 1D100 => 78+35=113 Vs Enemy Roll: 1D100 => 35
No Allied Troops lost.
No Morale Penalty due to Leaders Traits
Enemy troops Lost: 1D10000 => 9164
Enemy Morale decreased by 20
Left Enemy Morale: 25/100
Enemy Rout roll: 1D100 => 91 vs 1D100 => 45
Mongol Left Flank is Routing.
Enemy Troops Remaining : (???)
And then the Mongol horse archers on the left flank started to run.
(POV Change)
Basilius saw the Mongols start to retreat the moment the cannons fire again. The thundering sound of the guns firing was a welcome one. But when he looked up from behind his shield, he saw the Mongols running away.
The Mongols on his flank, the horse archers that he feared would force him to resort to drastic measures to defeat them, were breaking.
And there was only one thing he could think of doing, something that Basilius thought impossible. Rout the Mongols from the field, and slaughter as many as he could. "CHARGE!"
(POV Change)
Khan Enx watched his battle line fall apart around him. His left had collapsed at the first volley of cannons at them, their casualties near-total, and was riding as fast as they could away from the field. His center was nearly depleted and his right just watched their beloved commander be tortured to death. Many of his officers were dead, and there was no possibility of winning this battle now. Enx was old enough to remember the raids the khans decades had made on the Chinese frontiers, the rockets and cannons that their armies employed to shatter less disciplined forces. The latter of which Enx now found himself standing across from once again. The Chinese secret weapon was in the hands of the Imperials.
Had the Dragon betrayed their alliance? Had the Chinese supplied their enemies the weapons or had they lost their control over the gunpowder they prized and kept so secret?
The latter was the most likely, knowing the emperor of Europa and the defector's stories about him were to be believed.
He only had one option left to save the rest of his forces from certain annihilation.
Mongol Retreat Roll: 1D100 => 76 vs 1D100 => 9
The Entire Mongol Army is in retreat.
"Sound the horn, we're retreating." He ordered.
"Sir-"
"Do you want to join the slaughtered?" Enx asked.
The Hornblower nodded. "It shall be done, my khan."
The horn blew and Enx turned to run away. He had lost enough, losing his own life to Vasily Aristov was not a plan. He would not survive the monster's care, not after what happened to Teju.
He'd rather be a coward now and a hero who could still fight and make up for his shame later.
Would you like to chase the routing enemies?
[]Yes
[]No
Would you like to Change tactics:
[]Yes
[]No
AN: Enjoy.
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Well, the cannons were worth it. No imagen that with a large line of muskets, and a lot more cannions.
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GIIIIIT DUNKED OOOOON!
Vlad approves.
And that is how you break a line.
Dude, drink when you're dead.
Mop up the center. We've got runners to kill.
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Oy. You lot with the bows and lances. Where the fuck do you think you're going?
GET THE FUCK BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCHES! YOU'LL ONLY DIE TIRED!