Now you have to figure out a plan that’s going to prevent you from getting executed. You figure your brother’s plan isn’t exactly a bad one. Your record is good enough that you’d probably be believed. You think up a lie explaining that you were captured by a particularly sadistic vampire who was planning on draining you slowly to keep you as ongoing food. He took you to a cave in the hills where you barely killed him and escaped with your life. You would’ve made your way back sooner, but there were large groups of marauding orc raiders and demons escaping the ruins of the former Tulan kingdom that caused you to be extra cautious and forced you to hide for a few days.
Yep, that sounds good. You head out with the plan of meeting up with Captain Eckard’s company which is surely at the Tulan Kingdom now.
Eventually you reach the same town you were at when you made your decision to try to leave. You find it occupied right now, it’s not your company, so you’re about to press on, but someone on patrol sees you.
“HALT! Where are you supposed to be soldier?!”
“Oh…uh…” you say getting caught off guard. You mentally curse yourself for not being more aware.
“Speak up! Wow, you look a little worse for wear…what company are you with?”
“I was with Captain Eckard…but…”
“Captain Eckard’s company? Holy shit! We thought they all got killed! The undead reached the Tulan capital first and ambushed them! But why am I telling you? You were there! You must’ve just barely escaped! Don’t worry; you can avenge your friends, we’re gathering strength to attack soon!”
You don’t believe this…
The guard begins speaking to you excitedly and asking you how you escaped. You just continue to say you don’t know, it all became a blur when the ambush occurred and how you attempted to fight, but it was just too much. The guard sympathizes and tells you that you can explain more to his captain. You notice he isn’t wearing Zalan armor, he’s wearing Azi Republic armor. You can only assume that perhaps this is a Grand Alliance company.
Your ideas come true when you do indeed notice several kinds of troop types, though the Zalan Empire soldiers seem to be leading, as the captain is wearing the armor. Your heart sinks when you recognize her and she recognizes you. It was years ago, but you both remember.
“…what are you doing here?” the female captain asks. “Last I heard you were in Captain Eckard’s company. A company that was reported to be wiped out completely. Have you managed to avoid death once again? You are the lucky one aren’t you?”
Suddenly surrounding soldiers start to recognize you more closely. The Zalan ones especially.
“Holy shit it’s him! You fuckin’ survived not one but TWO overwhelming undead hordes! We gotta take him captain, he’s obviously good luck!” the guard says a little misguidedly.
“Good luck? If you haven’t noticed, only HE seems to be getting out alive on these things! I’d say he’s bad luck!” someone else says.
“Nonsense! I heard how he’s killed countless demons with his bow! We could use someone like that in our next attack.” another says.
“Isn’t he the guy that plays the lute really well?”
A few people start arguing until the female captain speaks again.
“ENOUGH! I’ll handle this. You in my office now, I’ll speak with you in private. And for the rest of you, get ready to move out. We’re attacking tomorrow.”
She turns away and enters a building; you slowly follow, while everyone else disperses.
When you enter the wrecked “office” she closes the door and tells you to sit down, but she doesn’t. Instead she stares at you hard at you and draws her sword.
“Okay Mr. Survivor. Convince me.”
“Convince you of what?”
“Convince me that you aren’t some fucking undead spy!”
“WHAT?! How? I mean…”
“Easy! In the two encounters you had with the undead on any major scale, you’ve been the only one to survive. Once, maybe. But twice? Mighty suspicious…”
“But I mean…I’m not undead! Look I even walk around in the daylight, I’m not even pale!”
“I didn’t say you were undead, I said you were a spy. There are few of those misguided traitors that think their necromancer overlords will be kind to them, by killing them last. Madness.”
“But I’m not a spy! I killed…” you begin to stutter under pressure.
”Yeah, yeah, you killed demons. Big deal. The undead and demons weren’t friends either. What better way to be a spy than to make yourself a hero?”
“But I’m not…”
“You’re not what?”
“I’m not…”
“What? More lies? Spit out the truth spy!” she demands pointing her sword at your throat.
Yep, that sounds good. You head out with the plan of meeting up with Captain Eckard’s company which is surely at the Tulan Kingdom now.
Eventually you reach the same town you were at when you made your decision to try to leave. You find it occupied right now, it’s not your company, so you’re about to press on, but someone on patrol sees you.
“HALT! Where are you supposed to be soldier?!”
“Oh…uh…” you say getting caught off guard. You mentally curse yourself for not being more aware.
“Speak up! Wow, you look a little worse for wear…what company are you with?”
“I was with Captain Eckard…but…”
“Captain Eckard’s company? Holy shit! We thought they all got killed! The undead reached the Tulan capital first and ambushed them! But why am I telling you? You were there! You must’ve just barely escaped! Don’t worry; you can avenge your friends, we’re gathering strength to attack soon!”
You don’t believe this…
The guard begins speaking to you excitedly and asking you how you escaped. You just continue to say you don’t know, it all became a blur when the ambush occurred and how you attempted to fight, but it was just too much. The guard sympathizes and tells you that you can explain more to his captain. You notice he isn’t wearing Zalan armor, he’s wearing Azi Republic armor. You can only assume that perhaps this is a Grand Alliance company.
Your ideas come true when you do indeed notice several kinds of troop types, though the Zalan Empire soldiers seem to be leading, as the captain is wearing the armor. Your heart sinks when you recognize her and she recognizes you. It was years ago, but you both remember.
“…what are you doing here?” the female captain asks. “Last I heard you were in Captain Eckard’s company. A company that was reported to be wiped out completely. Have you managed to avoid death once again? You are the lucky one aren’t you?”
Suddenly surrounding soldiers start to recognize you more closely. The Zalan ones especially.
“Holy shit it’s him! You fuckin’ survived not one but TWO overwhelming undead hordes! We gotta take him captain, he’s obviously good luck!” the guard says a little misguidedly.
“Good luck? If you haven’t noticed, only HE seems to be getting out alive on these things! I’d say he’s bad luck!” someone else says.
“Nonsense! I heard how he’s killed countless demons with his bow! We could use someone like that in our next attack.” another says.
“Isn’t he the guy that plays the lute really well?”
A few people start arguing until the female captain speaks again.
“ENOUGH! I’ll handle this. You in my office now, I’ll speak with you in private. And for the rest of you, get ready to move out. We’re attacking tomorrow.”
She turns away and enters a building; you slowly follow, while everyone else disperses.
When you enter the wrecked “office” she closes the door and tells you to sit down, but she doesn’t. Instead she stares at you hard at you and draws her sword.
“Okay Mr. Survivor. Convince me.”
“Convince you of what?”
“Convince me that you aren’t some fucking undead spy!”
“WHAT?! How? I mean…”
“Easy! In the two encounters you had with the undead on any major scale, you’ve been the only one to survive. Once, maybe. But twice? Mighty suspicious…”
“But I mean…I’m not undead! Look I even walk around in the daylight, I’m not even pale!”
“I didn’t say you were undead, I said you were a spy. There are few of those misguided traitors that think their necromancer overlords will be kind to them, by killing them last. Madness.”
“But I’m not a spy! I killed…” you begin to stutter under pressure.
”Yeah, yeah, you killed demons. Big deal. The undead and demons weren’t friends either. What better way to be a spy than to make yourself a hero?”
“But I’m not…”
“You’re not what?”
“I’m not…”
“What? More lies? Spit out the truth spy!” she demands pointing her sword at your throat.
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