I’m a vasal with the Khuzaits and I feel like the AI is not doing me any favors. We were at war with Sturgia and the Aserai at the same time which was a nightmare because everyone was running north and south. Not at war with Sturgia anymore but as soon as we made peace with them Monchug went and declared war with the western empire. I have 15 fiefs and they all border the western empire. So while every place I own is getting attacked Monchug and all the other assholes have been fighting over Shibal Zumr Castle. One side takes it and back and forth so most of the army is over there. And I’m in the same situation over at Onica castle. I own it but they take it and then I take it back. No one is getting anywhere. I want to go on the offensive and take Zeonica but I just don’t have enough people and I don’t think I can get anymore. Any tips for this stalemate? And where do all their troops keep coming from? They keep coming with 1100 troop armies and I keep destroying them, shouldn’t the...
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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