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“Even the monasteries weren’t safe. From inside their morgues and crypts the walking dead came pouring. Poor souls that had died from the plagued rising up like rabid animals. Even those who had been buried for years rose from their graves. ‘It was as quick as darkness spreading when the candle goes out,’ my grandfather would always say. ‘There was little time to prepare and nothing you-.”
“Mi lord, scouts report some hordes incoming from the north. Just running aimlessly following the road.” A messenger came into Valdsgrim large tent interrupting his writing.
'Vlad' turned to face his messenger. “Any numbers?”
“They said not sure, rough estimate a few hundred, possibly more.”
“Tell Sergeant Imovich to set up a pike palisade in the road with three lines of pikeman behind! Get the riflemen into trees or any position off the ground but within range of the road! Hurry now, go!” The messenger ran from the room.
Vlad rose from his chair and began dressing leather gloves that had brass tipping over the knuckles. He tossed on a leather guard and holstered two pistols. He opened a chest by his bedside and pulled out a long nose carbine then rushed out the room. Men rushed into positions and Vlad rushed to the front of the line where his horse and twelve personal escorts waited. All of them were well equipped. Vlad mounted his horse and nodded to his companions.
Him and his personal entourage were right behind the picket wall. A palisade of long pikes facing outward and rows of pikemen waiting behind that. Wood so thick and strong that one alone could take down an elephant. In the distance a choir of howling began to come closer. The last of the riflemen found positions. “Steady boys.” Vlad stayed right behind his pikemen looking down the road anticipating what was to come next. “These monsters may have terrorized our grandparents but now is not their time!” The men cheered as Vlad spoke. The howling got louder. “For we have come back with a vengeance, all of us! Through blood and sacrifice we have overcome these vile demons. Once again they come at us in hordes and once again we will send them back to hell!” The men roared with bravery.
A wave of greyish blue skinned bodies came running into view. Howling and screaming they grew even more angrier at the sight of Vlad’s defensive set up. On sight they picked up their speed and charged. “Prepare for Embrace!” Vlad yelled.
“You hellish creatures!” Vlad fired his carbine at a good distance while yelling. He fired another shot, and another, and another, all striking a skeleton like ghoulish human body. Some looked more healthier than others but all had the same grim looking skin color. Vlad shot his carbine into the air just as the first row of ghouls got within thirty yards. From the trees riflemen began shooting.
Bodies fell in full sprint tripping up others. The first few rows splintered and instead of crashing like a wave into the pikes they wavered like water droplets. Smashed, and speared ghouls caught up among each other. They started to climb over one another to get pass the pike palisade. Pikemen thrusted their spears into the the bellies of the ghoulish humans. Rotten foul guts spilled out and a sour bloody smell filled the air.
“Steady boys! Steady! Their charge has been broken. Hold fast and keep them from getting over that palisade.” Vlad had an inspiring yet calm tone when he spoke. He spotted a ghoul come running around the left line and took two quick shots at it. It fell lifeless, “Royals I need you to cover our left flank, don’t let any get around us.” His entourage besides one rode to the left flank of the defensive line.
Riflemen continued their baptism of bullets. All of them were veterans, they had gained valuable experience throughout the years fighting in these dense woods. The traffic jam was growing bigger and bigger, the defensive line in the middle of the road had held strong. With nowhere to go the creatures stood around, momentarily waiting as they were picked off. After more minutes passed with no success of moving straight the infected broke into full sprints and started to race around. Like a dime they turned. They were now running underneath the riflemen in trees. Those who had picked a rock or a low branch found themselves catching the attention of any passing nearby ghoul. Several were pulled from their branches and devoured on the forest floor, others were now battling to keep swarms from overtaking their position. Sgt. Imovich was one of the riflemen in the trees. When he saw hordes of the infected running by below he pulled out a revolver and fired it into the air.
“Double Sided flank!” Vlad screamed at the top of his lung when he heard the distinct revolver sound. “Side out! Side out!” Pikemen in the last row turned from the front and formed two crescents covering both sides of the defensive line. Infected ran from the woods and the pikemen were soon in combat. To the left, one of Vlad's escort was over exposed and was pulled off his horse from the charging wave. Vlad analyzed the situation, as the position held Vlad scouted the numbers. He estimated that probably half of the total horde remained, the lines couldn’t hold for that long. With quick thoughts he raced through his side bag and pulled out a black grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it as far out into the trees as possible.
From the tip of the grenade a fluorescent white flame began to flare. The pressure of the flame created a high pitched howl and the noise covered the roar of the ghouls. The grenade made such a ruckus that it even got the attention of the horde and they angrily followed it into the woods. Like an insect to light they turned away from the men and ran towards the light.
“Reform! Reform!” Vlad fired his carbine at a ghoul running away, he had watched it slash one of his pikemen just before he threw the grenade. Here and there amongst the row soldiers laid lifeless. They had torn armor and clothing with broken limbs and smashed faces. “Reform on me! Two layer wall!” The pikemen obeyed Vlads commands.
“Royals! Ready heavy pumps!” Vlad slung his carbine away and then reached onto the back of his horse. Strapped with three belts was a large cannon looking gun. Vlad needed two hands to hold it. “Make sure it’s loaded!” His was.
“Riflemen follow me!” The company didn’t have much time. The grenade would only continue going for a few more minutes. The horde huddled around it. “Let’s go boys!” Vlad kicked the side of his horse and raced towards the clustering horde. His Royals followed from behind. His body filled with adrenaline as he raced closer. “Just a little further now,” He muttered to himself. The horses skillfully weaved in-between the trees while maintaining a quick pace.
The horse stopped, Vlad lifted his heavy pump and -BOOM-. A cannon blast of shrapnel flew towards the horde. The Royals circled up and -BOOM-. Rows upon rows of bodies fell over, those that remained standing had missing limbs. Moments later the grenade died out and seconds after that riflemen had caught up to Vlad and were opening fire. Vlad pulled out his carbine and joined the slaughtered. The horde, or what was left of it, was torn apart. Ghoulish bodies dropped and dropped. After allowing this volley to continue for several minutes Vlad raised his hand. The firing stopped. In the middle of it all bodies on top of bodies laid, mangled and thrashed. Their dark black blood oozed and their greyish blue skin had been ripped and torn from their bodies. After generations of fighting this plague horde humans had finally learned a thing or two.
“Mi lord, scouts report some hordes incoming from the north. Just running aimlessly following the road.” A messenger came into Valdsgrim large tent interrupting his writing.
'Vlad' turned to face his messenger. “Any numbers?”
“They said not sure, rough estimate a few hundred, possibly more.”
“Tell Sergeant Imovich to set up a pike palisade in the road with three lines of pikeman behind! Get the riflemen into trees or any position off the ground but within range of the road! Hurry now, go!” The messenger ran from the room.
Vlad rose from his chair and began dressing leather gloves that had brass tipping over the knuckles. He tossed on a leather guard and holstered two pistols. He opened a chest by his bedside and pulled out a long nose carbine then rushed out the room. Men rushed into positions and Vlad rushed to the front of the line where his horse and twelve personal escorts waited. All of them were well equipped. Vlad mounted his horse and nodded to his companions.
Him and his personal entourage were right behind the picket wall. A palisade of long pikes facing outward and rows of pikemen waiting behind that. Wood so thick and strong that one alone could take down an elephant. In the distance a choir of howling began to come closer. The last of the riflemen found positions. “Steady boys.” Vlad stayed right behind his pikemen looking down the road anticipating what was to come next. “These monsters may have terrorized our grandparents but now is not their time!” The men cheered as Vlad spoke. The howling got louder. “For we have come back with a vengeance, all of us! Through blood and sacrifice we have overcome these vile demons. Once again they come at us in hordes and once again we will send them back to hell!” The men roared with bravery.
A wave of greyish blue skinned bodies came running into view. Howling and screaming they grew even more angrier at the sight of Vlad’s defensive set up. On sight they picked up their speed and charged. “Prepare for Embrace!” Vlad yelled.
“You hellish creatures!” Vlad fired his carbine at a good distance while yelling. He fired another shot, and another, and another, all striking a skeleton like ghoulish human body. Some looked more healthier than others but all had the same grim looking skin color. Vlad shot his carbine into the air just as the first row of ghouls got within thirty yards. From the trees riflemen began shooting.
Bodies fell in full sprint tripping up others. The first few rows splintered and instead of crashing like a wave into the pikes they wavered like water droplets. Smashed, and speared ghouls caught up among each other. They started to climb over one another to get pass the pike palisade. Pikemen thrusted their spears into the the bellies of the ghoulish humans. Rotten foul guts spilled out and a sour bloody smell filled the air.
“Steady boys! Steady! Their charge has been broken. Hold fast and keep them from getting over that palisade.” Vlad had an inspiring yet calm tone when he spoke. He spotted a ghoul come running around the left line and took two quick shots at it. It fell lifeless, “Royals I need you to cover our left flank, don’t let any get around us.” His entourage besides one rode to the left flank of the defensive line.
Riflemen continued their baptism of bullets. All of them were veterans, they had gained valuable experience throughout the years fighting in these dense woods. The traffic jam was growing bigger and bigger, the defensive line in the middle of the road had held strong. With nowhere to go the creatures stood around, momentarily waiting as they were picked off. After more minutes passed with no success of moving straight the infected broke into full sprints and started to race around. Like a dime they turned. They were now running underneath the riflemen in trees. Those who had picked a rock or a low branch found themselves catching the attention of any passing nearby ghoul. Several were pulled from their branches and devoured on the forest floor, others were now battling to keep swarms from overtaking their position. Sgt. Imovich was one of the riflemen in the trees. When he saw hordes of the infected running by below he pulled out a revolver and fired it into the air.
“Double Sided flank!” Vlad screamed at the top of his lung when he heard the distinct revolver sound. “Side out! Side out!” Pikemen in the last row turned from the front and formed two crescents covering both sides of the defensive line. Infected ran from the woods and the pikemen were soon in combat. To the left, one of Vlad's escort was over exposed and was pulled off his horse from the charging wave. Vlad analyzed the situation, as the position held Vlad scouted the numbers. He estimated that probably half of the total horde remained, the lines couldn’t hold for that long. With quick thoughts he raced through his side bag and pulled out a black grenade. He pulled the pin and threw it as far out into the trees as possible.
From the tip of the grenade a fluorescent white flame began to flare. The pressure of the flame created a high pitched howl and the noise covered the roar of the ghouls. The grenade made such a ruckus that it even got the attention of the horde and they angrily followed it into the woods. Like an insect to light they turned away from the men and ran towards the light.
“Reform! Reform!” Vlad fired his carbine at a ghoul running away, he had watched it slash one of his pikemen just before he threw the grenade. Here and there amongst the row soldiers laid lifeless. They had torn armor and clothing with broken limbs and smashed faces. “Reform on me! Two layer wall!” The pikemen obeyed Vlads commands.
“Royals! Ready heavy pumps!” Vlad slung his carbine away and then reached onto the back of his horse. Strapped with three belts was a large cannon looking gun. Vlad needed two hands to hold it. “Make sure it’s loaded!” His was.
“Riflemen follow me!” The company didn’t have much time. The grenade would only continue going for a few more minutes. The horde huddled around it. “Let’s go boys!” Vlad kicked the side of his horse and raced towards the clustering horde. His Royals followed from behind. His body filled with adrenaline as he raced closer. “Just a little further now,” He muttered to himself. The horses skillfully weaved in-between the trees while maintaining a quick pace.
The horse stopped, Vlad lifted his heavy pump and -BOOM-. A cannon blast of shrapnel flew towards the horde. The Royals circled up and -BOOM-. Rows upon rows of bodies fell over, those that remained standing had missing limbs. Moments later the grenade died out and seconds after that riflemen had caught up to Vlad and were opening fire. Vlad pulled out his carbine and joined the slaughtered. The horde, or what was left of it, was torn apart. Ghoulish bodies dropped and dropped. After allowing this volley to continue for several minutes Vlad raised his hand. The firing stopped. In the middle of it all bodies on top of bodies laid, mangled and thrashed. Their dark black blood oozed and their greyish blue skin had been ripped and torn from their bodies. After generations of fighting this plague horde humans had finally learned a thing or two.
Set in Europe it is the year 1511 and instead of the bubonic plague ending in the 1300’s it evolved. Those who had been infected began turning into rapid like creatures, those who had already died rose from the dead. At first they coined the name, “The walking dead” but over time many new terms have arose to call these greyish blue ghoulish humans. “The horde,” “bodies,” “ghouls,” and “the infected,” are now widely used words. Of course everyone has their own creative spin on how to name things.
Since the spread of the infected European societies collapsed and for some time the world was in darkness. With three generations of history against these beast humans have finally been able to make a come back. Weaponry technology has excelled along with machinery, agriculture, medicine, and sanitization tactics. A late renaissance type of environment with primitive dieselpunk/steampunk study. Pikemen soldiers have proven their worth throughout the last fifty years of fighting and many states utilize them. The human population is finally on a steady rise. For now the horde is mostly contained but it could always evolve again. With emerging nations from previous states now touching again old historic tension have anewed. A map shows the playable states that have letters over them. The player will take control of a state and play as their leader +supporting characters throughout the game. Turns will consist of player moves, interactions, nation growth/development, trading and will happen after each player has time to respond. (This will be modified if a player takes too long.) Personal interaction through pm’s will occur as nations conduct diplomacy with one another and event actions with me (GM). Results, big events, and conflicts will be played out on the main forum as the game advances.
I still have a lot of things I want to add but I feel that to get an interest check this is enough. Just let me know what you guys think and whoever is interested in joining.
The dark territories are the “black zones.” The infected still conjugate and roam widely in these territories and it is rare to find any human life here. Towns and cities are where the biggest hordes are. The territories that have color but a white dot on them are NPC states free to influence, trade, and completely interact with. The map will change as the game advances depending on player moves.
S: Switzerland
B: Britannia
M: Milan
NOR: Norway
SI: Sicilian Nobles
S: Swedish Council
H: Hungarian Nobles
F: Finnish Enclave
P: Polish Commonwealth
D: Daneland
BE: Baltic Erebus
G: Germanic Union
R: Rusia
N: Kingdom of Normandy
O: Ottomans
U: Umbria
I: Iberia
S: Switzerland
B: Britannia
M: Milan
NOR: Norway
SI: Sicilian Nobles
S: Swedish Council
H: Hungarian Nobles
F: Finnish Enclave
P: Polish Commonwealth
D: Daneland
BE: Baltic Erebus
G: Germanic Union
R: Rusia
N: Kingdom of Normandy
O: Ottomans
U: Umbria
I: Iberia
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