I have a nice wife, a nice fief too, a castle on a hill with a magnificent view. I have fertile lands, and villages that thrive, hundreds of troops who somehow stay alive. My coffers are heavy, my warband is fed, my enemies see my banner and occasionally drop dead. I have horses and armor, silver and grain, a hall full of nobles complaining again. By every measure, I’ve won at this game. I’ve conquered, grown wealthy, and built up my name. Yet I stand on my battlements when the campaigning is done, watching the mountains fade with the sun. My wife is beside me. My kingdom is strong. My vaults overflow. But something feels wrong. I’ve everything a lord could possibly acquire… Maybe what’s missing another fief to desire. submitted by /u/t-o-m-u-s-a [link] [comments]
I tried to go siege Tulga and blitz the khergits. Mind you I had 250 top tier units, all capitani d'assedi, chevalier barronet, and husbondir. Maybe 20 tier 5 units in my army and the rest are tier 6.
I saw the icon on the map and thought 'Oh it must just be one of those dinky patrols with 50 men they won't even try to attack me.' So i sieged Tulga.
Oh my gods, when I saw the pop up menu saying 'You have encountered Tulga patrol. You have 250 men against their 1800' I think the game is fucking with me.
But I am playing a realistic save so I went and did battle. Had 50 men on the field at first because of high tactics on Lezalit and having 500 man battle size.
The first wave was regular Kherghit units, I was a little worried. Just about killed them all when i was knocked out and decided to pull back for the next wave.
The second wave... its all peasant women. and farmers. FUCKING PEASANTS. I just told my guys to charge. So much blood. There must have been a deluge of it. The teal text to the right could not scroll fast enough, my men were killing them so fast.
I'm now at a point where all the peasants are dead and the rest seems to be just manhunters and caravan guards. I must have killed 200 of them myself before I went down. Woden only knows how many my men cut down. Donkeys and sumpter horses Everywhere... after the second wave of manhunters the central area became clogged with donkeys. My infantry had a field day with the stagnant cavalry.
I was unhorsed after a good few hundred kills with nothing by my lance and my loyal steed (as well as some very high quality plate armor.) I pull out my twohander and start flailing left and right in a frenzy like my only son's life depends on it. My armor was totally red, soaked in the insectoid blood of these endless hordes.
I called my army to rally on me. A circle of these vile manhunters had formed around me, encasing me in a wall of flesh. From the inside I was splitting heads with a kind of dispatch and fanaticism I did not know I possessed. My knights desperately cutting away at the edges to free their lord. All for naught, as I soon succumbed to the endless spam of "Recieved 1 damage."
And even though I am out, my troops, with their hearts burning full of passion and loyalty, they gather around the body of their fallen leader. They fight to the very last man around my fallen body, never faltering, never stalling or showing any sign of tiredness. No, they only know vengeance against this terrible mass of wretchedness. 40 manhunters are killed before another one of my men go down. Truly a battle worthy of song. We lived by the sword, and we died by the sword. And I would not have it any other way.
I don't even care if they will win the battle (Floris so they fight while I'm down). This is only way to end this savegame. I conquered half Calradia at this point. But it doesn't matter, this is where I want my end to be.
Submitted December 20, 2017 at 12:00AM by DEVOTIO_ http://ift.tt/2CJOf8J
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