Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20180704164953

An Order army has been fleeing Demon Army forces for about six months, trying to make it back to Lescatie. The food is running low, and they’ve lost thousands.

The original raiding army was over one million in number, with heavy steel weapons, a dozen heroes, muskets, and all the most advanced seige weaponry. They attempted to enter Royal Makai by force. Big mistake.

Demonic energy arrows blotted the sun out for miles, as Dragons, Wyverns, Succubi, and Baphomets (little pricks) brought apocalyptic fury down onto the army. Swarm upon swarm of monster soldiers, far faster and stronger than the human army, barraged the platoons in what could be described as waves.

All the women were monsterised by demonic energy before the attack even started, due to the demonic energy crackling in the air. All the heroes were gone in weeks as they attempted to hold the line. For every metre of ground gained, at least a thousand men were lost to the hoardes harlots.

In a few short weeks, they lost half of their men, all the heroes, most of the siege weaponry, and all the morale. Men have resorted to stealing from monster camps, there are monster spies everywhere, and its not uncommon to wake up ten people short.

You are a eegular soldier. You were there since day one, when the vast gates to the “Hell City” as they called it, opened up and the momster hoardes rushed out to greet the humans. You saw comrades dragged off, kicking and screaming. Pulled underground. Snatched into the skies lightning fast beasts. Friends you’ve known for weeks dragged into the rolling fog of the mist continent in the time it takes to blink. Thrown overboard in a last ditch attempt to lose weight on a warship. Even outright sacraficed to slow down the hoardes. All to no avail.

You and the rest of the remaining 100 men are one mile from Lescatie, shivering in cold, having abandoned four people the past day to try and gain ground.

The air suddenly feels heavy. Rumbling comes from behind you. It’s the hoardes. They’ve come.

WWYD? 