Hi all!! A few weeks ago I asked here how you wanted your infantry to fight ( old post ). The top answer by far was "make them hold the line", so that's what I built. It was called Better Infantry AI back then, now it's Hold the Line , and it's out as a beta. Available in Nexus Mods. What it does: No more moshpit: soldiers keep their place in the line and step in and back a little instead of turning into one big blob. AI formations that make contact switch to a charge, so both sides fight the same way. Shields in the front rank: shield and spear first, then other shields, then spears and pikes, then everyone else. Works in shield walls too. No more falxmen eating javelins and arrows in the front while the shield guys wait in the back. Rear ranks fight with spears: the second rank thrusts past the guy in front instead of hitting their back and getting stunned. AI spearmen also keep the spear out more instead of always pulling the sidearm. Deep format...
Prologue
Arken stood at the edge of the tree line. With the woods to his back, the majesty of the sprawling city lay before him. It had been years since he had last laid eyes on Praven, and in that time the monstrous metropolis had grown further still. Outside the protection of the city walls, many farms had sprung up, hoping to capitalise on the fertile soil the city had been established on. While the odd farm had grape vines and vast wheat fields, it was mostly a scattered variety of produce being grown throughout the valley. The one thing all had in common however, was a cow pen somewhere in the property. These majestic beasts were essential in the creation of the capital's number one export: Butter. Any form of cow related product was available in the city, and it had truly become a staple of every meal in one form or the other.
Beyond the gated horizon in the distance, lay the city proper. Thatch and wooden roofs peaked over the stone battlements where most of the city's inhabitants resided. The class divide was apparent as the quality of the sheltering improved with the elevation; the closer to the top of the incline that the city was built upon, the more extravagant and elegant the houses were. Classic Swadian architecture was apparent throughout the city, in every shop front and street, sharp corners and gothic statues adorning every spare space. Arken took a second to take in the familiar sights, letting the feeling of euphoria overtake him.
With excitement, the young man mounted his steed. Gently squeezing his thighs around the horse, he put the animal into a mild gallop, eager to enter the city. It had been slow going for the last few days, but the nostalgia spurred him onwards now. Closing the distance as he passed by the farmlands, his eyes were transfixed on the citadel that lay at the very top of Praven. Its tall spire was silhouetted by the setting sun, casting the ivory façade in a golden glow. There, his fate awaited.....
(Story continues here)
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Thank you all so much for the support on my previous post about sharing my writing!
This is the first Act of the story, and depending on how its received, i would love to continue.
This is the link one more time in case you missed it (SAUCE), and welcome back to Calradia :)
Submitted October 27, 2019 at 12:17AM by Uneducated_Guessing https://ift.tt/2pTqolO
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