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]
It happened to me both in Bannerlord and Warband. I'd go gather a considerable party of fresh recruits, I'd run around raising them to a bigger level, I'd run around the map doing whatever it is you do, then I'd go in a battle.
And then another one... And another one... Until I'm left with only a fraction of my troops.
Am I the only one who feels remorse when that happens?
Everything felt so real. Everything from the moment I walk into a village, as if I come to pick up those young villagers and help them escape their monotonous lives, hoping to have an opportunity, we have an adventure together and then it's all gone with the strike of a blade or the flight of an arrow.
I know none of this actually happened to any living, breathing being, but it made me realize, I'm not the vicious, sadistic, conquerer, hellbent on taking over the world that I thought I was.
Submitted May 31, 2021 at 02:40AM by Selfish_Princess https://ift.tt/2TtlISy
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