HOW EVEN TO BATTLE?!?!
May 22, 2016 11:30:46 GMT -8
Post by Lucerin on May 22, 2016 11:30:46 GMT -8
Because legions consist of thousands of soldiers, you may be wondering how battles would be role-played out if your entire army is made up of NPCs. Elsewhere in this role-play, you role-play in third person limited. That means you only know the thoughts and feelings of your own character and cannot control your surroundings or other people and NPCs. When roleplaying out a battle, you can switch to third person omniscent, in which you can control NPCs (not actual characters), and you can control your surroundings. Usually, it will be the Warlord of the legion who does this. It is possible that the deputy and/or lieutenant(s) will aid in this task as well. Elites and Soldiers do not have the power to control the army like the authorities do, but they may control individual NPCs. Elites and Soldiers may also kill individual NPCs of the enemy army. Authorities may do this as well, but they cannot state the mass death of enemy NPCs (i.e. cannot have their archers kill hundreds of enemies at a time). Authorities may kill off their own mass groups, however (i.e. the Otristan archers were shooting at the Pliadans, so Lucerin or Dauntis can state that a hundred of their soldiers were killed by enemy arrows). Below are examples of how this works. The first two posts are pre-battle posts. The following three are in-battle posts.
Lucerin (Warlord):
The Pliadan Legion completed their formation atop the hill, and began sharpening their swords and fixing their bows. They had made camp here three nights before, and spent each of hose nights preparing for this very day. They would continue to bleed from the tips of their perfection of weaponry to the end of the night, or week, or however long this damned war would last. Lucerin, the grand authority was standing in the front of his own elites who were already sweating in both the greatest of fear and the utmost of excitement. In came the thousands of heads and the thousands of glimmering suns that reflected from the swords into the eyes of another few thousand men. Because of the sun's placement in the center of the sky, the Pliadan's surely had the same effect, and so it was certain, the two opposing forces were aware of each others' readiness.
Dauntis (Lieutenant):
The lieutenant had worked closely with the elites over the course of several months, and he could see they were as ready as he was. They had sweat dripping down their faces, wetting the cloth beneath their armor, though their skin was roughened by the chills that defied the heat. They were hitting their shields in excitement, making noise to drown out the fear that surrounded every member of the legion, but this fear was anything but devastating. This was the fear they lived for, the fear that boiled their blood and gave them the strength and instinct to fight as if they had nothing to lose. Dauntis eyed Lucerin, along with the few hundred elites who eyed him as well, when the Otristans came into view. The army fell silent. No more clashing swords against shields and no more roaring rallies. The wind was audible as it whistled up the hill. The lieutenant was standing in the center of the elite line, directly behind Lucerin. He was not ready. No one was.
(and here, the Otristan warlord or other authority would make a few of their own posts)
Lucerin (Warlord):
Silence crept through the air as both legions stood still, quiet, waiting for an instigation. The warlord looked behind himself to his lieutenant, nodding once before unsheathing his sword. He held it in the air, and at the moment, the entire Pliadan legion shook in fear and the silence delve into an even deeper abyss than before, as if everyone's hearts had stopped. Lucerin gave it about a minute, holding his sword in the air to present his readiness and agreement to this battle to the Otristans, until the wave crashed into the rocky shore, and Lucerin thrusted his sword down to point directly at the enemy, and along with it came a roar, followed by a stampede of wild animals raging down the hill.
Lucerin and the elites, who for this purpose carried the larger shields, crashed first into the enemy. The collision was as it was in most other battles, a few second delay of shields clashing against shield and failed attempts to throw weapons over that shield. The archers were in the back of the formation, and in front of them were the the second group of elites, who for the benefit of the archers also carried the larger shields. The archers were protected by these shields and could safely stand at full height to aim and shoot their bows upwards, their bodies covered completely by the enormous walls that were shields. Their arrows flew straight into the sea of Otristans. These warriors were the luckiest of all the soldiers. The soldiers that occupied the majority of the army, were at the highest risk of being taken down by incoming arrows from the enemy. Their shields faced upwards for this reason, which exposed their bodies to any enemy melee jets who'd be running through the center of the formation. Their stomachs would be sliced by swords and trailing soldiers would be tripping over the innards that rested now on the ground, if they had not taken down their shields to block these jets only to be shot down in the cap by falling arrows. But these were the least valued members of the legion. Their greatest purpose besides to fight was to protect the more skilled, by being a mass distraction where the most attacks and kills would be directed.
Rory (Elite):
It was like thunder when the sword came down and the army roared forwards. Rory was frightened, he was shaking, and he was numb in utter fear. But when he clashed into the enemy, his shield banging against another while hitting him in the head, his instincts kicked in without his orders. His sword came around his massive shield, slicing through the enemy soldier not directly in front him, but but through the one diagonal from him. This cleared the path for his brother elite next to him. The brother elite to the opposite side of him did the same, clearing the path for Rory. This was the formation and routine they were told to carry out by the Lieutenant. During training, Rory remembered, Dauntis had told the elites that because the shields were so large, the enemy front line would not see these attacks and therefore would not catch on so quickly, but eventually, they would, especially a legion as smart and as tactical as the Otristans.
Otristan posts here
If none of this makes sense, you can PM me for more information.
Lucerin (Warlord):
The Pliadan Legion completed their formation atop the hill, and began sharpening their swords and fixing their bows. They had made camp here three nights before, and spent each of hose nights preparing for this very day. They would continue to bleed from the tips of their perfection of weaponry to the end of the night, or week, or however long this damned war would last. Lucerin, the grand authority was standing in the front of his own elites who were already sweating in both the greatest of fear and the utmost of excitement. In came the thousands of heads and the thousands of glimmering suns that reflected from the swords into the eyes of another few thousand men. Because of the sun's placement in the center of the sky, the Pliadan's surely had the same effect, and so it was certain, the two opposing forces were aware of each others' readiness.
Dauntis (Lieutenant):
The lieutenant had worked closely with the elites over the course of several months, and he could see they were as ready as he was. They had sweat dripping down their faces, wetting the cloth beneath their armor, though their skin was roughened by the chills that defied the heat. They were hitting their shields in excitement, making noise to drown out the fear that surrounded every member of the legion, but this fear was anything but devastating. This was the fear they lived for, the fear that boiled their blood and gave them the strength and instinct to fight as if they had nothing to lose. Dauntis eyed Lucerin, along with the few hundred elites who eyed him as well, when the Otristans came into view. The army fell silent. No more clashing swords against shields and no more roaring rallies. The wind was audible as it whistled up the hill. The lieutenant was standing in the center of the elite line, directly behind Lucerin. He was not ready. No one was.
(and here, the Otristan warlord or other authority would make a few of their own posts)
Lucerin (Warlord):
Silence crept through the air as both legions stood still, quiet, waiting for an instigation. The warlord looked behind himself to his lieutenant, nodding once before unsheathing his sword. He held it in the air, and at the moment, the entire Pliadan legion shook in fear and the silence delve into an even deeper abyss than before, as if everyone's hearts had stopped. Lucerin gave it about a minute, holding his sword in the air to present his readiness and agreement to this battle to the Otristans, until the wave crashed into the rocky shore, and Lucerin thrusted his sword down to point directly at the enemy, and along with it came a roar, followed by a stampede of wild animals raging down the hill.
Lucerin and the elites, who for this purpose carried the larger shields, crashed first into the enemy. The collision was as it was in most other battles, a few second delay of shields clashing against shield and failed attempts to throw weapons over that shield. The archers were in the back of the formation, and in front of them were the the second group of elites, who for the benefit of the archers also carried the larger shields. The archers were protected by these shields and could safely stand at full height to aim and shoot their bows upwards, their bodies covered completely by the enormous walls that were shields. Their arrows flew straight into the sea of Otristans. These warriors were the luckiest of all the soldiers. The soldiers that occupied the majority of the army, were at the highest risk of being taken down by incoming arrows from the enemy. Their shields faced upwards for this reason, which exposed their bodies to any enemy melee jets who'd be running through the center of the formation. Their stomachs would be sliced by swords and trailing soldiers would be tripping over the innards that rested now on the ground, if they had not taken down their shields to block these jets only to be shot down in the cap by falling arrows. But these were the least valued members of the legion. Their greatest purpose besides to fight was to protect the more skilled, by being a mass distraction where the most attacks and kills would be directed.
Rory (Elite):
It was like thunder when the sword came down and the army roared forwards. Rory was frightened, he was shaking, and he was numb in utter fear. But when he clashed into the enemy, his shield banging against another while hitting him in the head, his instincts kicked in without his orders. His sword came around his massive shield, slicing through the enemy soldier not directly in front him, but but through the one diagonal from him. This cleared the path for his brother elite next to him. The brother elite to the opposite side of him did the same, clearing the path for Rory. This was the formation and routine they were told to carry out by the Lieutenant. During training, Rory remembered, Dauntis had told the elites that because the shields were so large, the enemy front line would not see these attacks and therefore would not catch on so quickly, but eventually, they would, especially a legion as smart and as tactical as the Otristans.
Otristan posts here
If none of this makes sense, you can PM me for more information.
