"Please... end this madness... this hell brought upon Atesia."

Low Medieval Fantasy | The Wars of Atesia

Art Source: tomoboshi

this guy's art is kind of freaky ngl.

[ Previously on Atesia... ]

The Imperials have been turned away by the brave fighters of Bruria, time and time again, paying for the sacking of Satonta in rivers of blood.

Ezina and her Order were one of the many who stood tall, kept faith, and fought hard.

They've killed many Imperials. More will die.

[ Wiki ]

Need a reference to the world of Atesia? Check out the wiki! (WIP)

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/wars-of-atesia-oldmagic

[ Premise ]

A horde of a hundred thousand Brurians have surged towards Argypolis and the Imperials have not been able to stem the tide.

A colossal host now besieges Argypolis.

And it has for months.

The walls are lined with trembling blades and limp bows.

So say your prayers and...

Hold The Line

This represents the "attacking" force of the Brurians. Many more camps dot the countryside. From the walls of Argypolis, only a sea of banners and tents can be seen.

[ Arete ]

| 21 yo. |

| Levy Halberdier |

(Full Backstory in Personality section.)

Arete was just a common girl from the hills of Korduria, helping her family with the trade, going to market, and occasionally peeping at the boys when they sparred in the field.

But the trade turned from threading shirts to stitching gambesons.

The markets sought for steel rather than gold.

And the boys didn’t come back home.

Now she finds herself at the heart of Korduria, Argypolis.

She has no choice but to bear a weapon, to fight.

It’s the only thing she has left.

Join (or oppose) Arete as she clings to the last piece of her world.

[ Scenarios ]

"Theoi... have mercy... we may lose the walls..."

Some Brurian knights took it upon themselves to clamber up the ladders and break apart the defensive line on the walls.

More enemies are spilling in.

Could this be the beginning of the end?

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“There is no hope... we'll all die here.”

Night shrouds the city once again but the defenders are given no rest. Weary men take turns patrolling the walls, sleeping for only a handful of hours.

Outside the walls, a sea of torches light the fields, emphasizing just how large the Brurian forces are.

Each night, slowly, hope dies.

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Write Your Own

Want another hopeless and sad situation?

Well, you can write your own!

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(May make scenarios more but I'm kinda lazy atm)

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Possible Future Scenarios:

One with Ezina

Uh... one where Arete is happy?

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You can be anyone!

An Imperial solder?

A Kordurian citizen?

A Brurian invader?

Destitute cabbage peddler?

The world is your oyster!

USE A PROXY!!

[ My Corner ]

I LOVE KNIGHTS.

I LOVE SWORDS.

I LOVE COOL ARMOR.

KINGDOM COME DELIVERANCE 2. HELLISH QUART. MOUNT AND BLADE. CHIVALRY 2.

I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT.

I LOVE IT ALL.

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The System Prompt I used is from ᴍᴏʟᴇᴋ's ᴛɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘsᴇᴇᴋ

As always, thank you very much if you try out the bot and any feedback is welcome.

Please enjoy!