And I love every improvement or changement so far. Well I am 1 hour into a new campaign but I liked th new stealth system and just looking at the encyclopedia relations seems a bit more complex. Loved also the new small things such as troops shouting down your orders. So far soon cool BUT There is one thing which really suck for me and that is the new light system. I really can't see shit in battles, unless with a sun shining at midday. Other than that impossible to fight in the shadows at dawn or even afternoon. And I can't tell if the ai is better or I simply suck. Please tell me there is a fix to this because battles are just becoming a frustrating nightmare... submitted by /u/Plopita [link] [comments]
Day 2. The Kraken Cultists
Pendor is home to no peace. Kingdoms under siege, lands razed, lives uprooted. The Sarleon host have sent the first vanguard into the western shores to reclaim lost fiefdoms. Particularly, the southwestern shorelines. From there, advances could be made to move north and from the east to easily crush the 'Green Horde'.
Deep in the dark chasms of Windholm's ancient vaults, a banner stands hung, placed maliciously over dim lit torches. A mythological beast stands woven into the fabric, a very old sigil, banner, of a noble family now long lost. Spread out across the cold stone floors, men and women lay bowed facing the ancient banner. The Great Hunt must be upheld, no matter the cost. If there is no time to hunt the seas for beasts, than man shall pay the price in its stead. War is the perfect opportunity to feed The Great Hunt and feed it shall have. The cultists look up to the banner, some for the very last time, some for the first time, and all stand. The masks are donned, the serpentine faceplates made of what some would say are bones of those who have been fed to The Great Hunt, both human and otherworldly alike. The Storm Sisters take to the surface to mount up and ready the horses as the men ready to march for the glory of their culture and heritage.
After many skirmishes, and pushing back the Sarleon host into the heartland of the kingdom, the cultists happen upon radical fanatics, much like themselves but not. Their small numbers didn't stop them from assulting with heathen rage. Cultists against Cultists, the skirmish ensued only for the dark men to be violently crushed beneath the waxing moon. A dark knight looks up to the great moon, and in that stoppage of time, prays that dark entropic forces pay waste to these opposing mortals. For the only way to stop the Hunters, is to hunt them back, with something far, far, worse. Deep cries of hellish nature soon filled the night over the rolling hills.
The Great Hunt has only begun.
Submitted January 20, 2018 at 11:42PM by MitchyMatt http://ift.tt/2EYZdIw
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