Day 3: The Siege of Verod

Chrispo: Verod under siege. Outnumbered 1-5 in favour of the enemy. Over.

Socks: Damn what to do. Over.

Chrispo: Brick says to have some of your guys carry over supplies for us. We're gonna get tanked hard. Food, medicine, knives, whatever. Over

Socks: Copy over.

The Northern Walls, Verod

"How far do you think they are?" Chris said. Raising his hand up to his eyes.

"I'd say either two hundred blocks or something." Zeron said, holding up binoculars.

"Is this thing loaded!?"

"Come on guys!"

Chris looked back upon the 'NPCs', recruited straight from the second rendition of the ancient warfare mod. They acted like real people, though there were some inconsistencies in their memories, fabricated stories even though they were birthed through the mod's mechanics. Many players were creeped out by this, akin to them being a clone army whose lives were under someone else's control. They could feel pain, joy, and other things a normal human would.

But at the same time, they weren't.

"We'll have to stick to golems by the end of this." Chris thought. Turning his head over the horizon, the line of it was covered with near countless hordes of monsters coming their way.

"Hey, hey! Flyers incoming!" someone alerted.

Chris looked up in the sky, the red sky, covered in swarms of silhouettes. He cursed, knowing they were unprepared for aerial assault. Some of them started shooting their lasers and bullets and eggs prematurely.

"Can it! We have to save ammo!"

"They're coming for us!"

"…Dammit."

Chris hoped Sock got home soon.

Ken Central (Newly Established), Merchant Quarter

"Buy all the iron and coal in the world! All the food, supplies, medicine, weapons, anything!" Sock roared on top of the crate. Surrounded by the delegations ravaging the market stalls in Ken. Probably ruining their economy in the process, with the mafioso joining in on the action.

Claudia Levantine watched from the sidelines, watching the Verodians scrambling for anything to save their countrymen from their fate and sighed. She had sent messengers across the seven kingdoms of their new visitor in the north. Remembering that time that they demonstrated their 'construction magic', seeing the shops they bought being completely renovated in a matter of minutes at a time. Some of the dwarva residents were impressed with their prowess in their rapid engineering.

Some of the all-female dwarva, began to show interest with some of their men who took part in the project. Some very blatantly. Earning a few chuckles from those who witnessed it.

When news of their city being attacked reached their ears, they went into a frenzy. Going around the fortress-city like people possessed. She made a decision to help them, due to the combination of both her ideals and the practicality of it. The first one was due to her sense of justice, and was outraged that the dark elves broke the temporary agreement for the truce, before backtracking to remember that they're the ones being besieged appeared out of nowhere, thus becoming innocents being punished by laws they've never heard of.

The other one being, that their masterful craft of building structures in a matter of minutes would be a boon to the alliance. Seeing reason to make good friends out of them, it helped that they wanted to open formal relations and trade.

"We shall aid you in your endeavours Lord Sock." she never quite knew how he got his name, when she asked about it before, he said that it was a 'code name', and that his real name can only be known to the ones he was close with. She supposed that it was his people's traditions, and accepted it as it was.

"Just call me Sock, I'm no lord." he crossed his arms. "How many are you going to send?"

"Four-thousands of my soldiers, including myself, shall help." she continued.

"The other kingdoms will also send theirs as well, when my messages get to them."

"From what I've heard from the radio, we were outnumbered one-to-five out there." turning his head to look at the slowly setting sun.

Another thing that made the Verodians valuable to joining the alliance, would be their devices that they have brought with them. As with magical mirror artifacts or crystal balls, they can talk from a distance using their radios, as part of the demonstrations they held in the town square. Her captain was so impressed, that she asked to buy them in bulk, unfortunately, though, they only had a limited few, needing 'osmium' for them to work. The captain, Maria Florentine, talked all day with Sock and made agreements and deals with the lead delegate, pointing him to Lulu's city, to find answers.

"How many people are in your city, Sock?"

"Hmm, I guess about two hundred I think." Claudia widened her eyes at such a small number. They wouldn't last a day! She narrowed her eyes and looked to the north, a grim face starting to form.

They have to get there in time, before it was too late!

The Dark Fortress, Upper Garan

The queen watched, as the soldiers of the city were swarmed by flying imps. A common tactic that these creatures would do, would be swooping in on people picking them up as they ascended higher, and then drop them. Cackling all the while. She frowned and looked back to her agent, kneeling down with one knee to her, the captive behind the spy was bound and gagged.

"Wake him." she commanded.

"As you command, my queen." Isabel got up and shot a quick water spell up his ear. The captive awoke, to find himself in an unfamiliar place. The walls were given a darkly mood, and three women and dark skin looking at him. "Filthy human!" Chloe started.

"Prostrate yourself before Queen Olga Discordia, The Dark Sorceress, Ruler of the Dark Elves and Eternal Garan! Mistress of the Monstrous Legions! Kneel, cur!" he felt the back of his head being pushed down forward with a boot, flashing red.

"Mpff!" he cried out.

Olga raised one of her eyebrows, curious at the reaction. The spy kicked him again in the back this time, and flashed red.

"Mmpfffff!" he tried to stand, but found that he was unable to. Discovering with growing horror that his legs were folded and tied together with rope. He looked at the. with panicked eyes, nearly tearing up. "Remove his gag Isabel, I have questions for him." she said smoothly, yet filled with disgust at such cowardice presented before her. Looking at him now though, he looked quite young as a human. His face still had a certain structure to them, making him look like he was fresh out of boyhood.

The Queen thought for a moment on what she should ask first, the reaction to him getting hurt, or why the humans broke the treaty that they had set up. Before deciding on the second option. "You humans have a lot of nerve for breaking the truce, tell me why." She sneered. "Why did your kind break it?"

"…huh?!" he got kicked again, flashing red.

"Answer the queen!"

"I… I-I don't know!" he cried.

"Liar!" Chloe clenched her teeth. "Answer the truth, or else…" flashing her blade, to get to the point. Meanwhile, the queen looked uncaring.

"L-look, I don't know…" he felt something on his neck, slowly realizing that it was a dagger owned by the girl that kidnapped him. He looked at her fearfully, really disliking the sick smile slowly widening on her face. He gulped and got his thoughts in order.

"I… I don't know about a t-treaty." he felt the blade inch closer. The queen still looked unimpressed with his answer. "Look… we.. aren't from around here." he carefully said, almost choking.

"You humans never belonged here, that is much as we know." The queen closed her eyes and stood up. Walking down the stairs with her boots, her retainer following her. "So you broke the truce then? To lull us into a false sense of security?" the queen looked down on him, making him feel small.

"I don't know…" he felt the knife get even closer. Maybe saying that he didn't know all the time wasn't a good idea. "…about this treaty. We just appeared, we don't k-know where we are." desperate to get to them that they weren't what they thought they were.

"Appeared?" the queen lowered her face to see him better. And god was she beautiful, he realized. But the fear of death was greater though than dwelling on a schoolboy crush.

"Y-yeah, we just appeared out of nowhere." he said, gulping again. The queen raised one of her eyebrows again. "Curious…" she said, and turned to Isabel, standing up again. "What did you see?" she questioned.

Isabel thought for a moment before telling her what she saw. The descriptions matched what she saw in the crystal ball, but what was odd about it was the land below it. The spy thought it odd for grass to be present in the badlands, even though it was dead, it didn't disappear like the rest hundreds of years ago. The dead grass that surrounded the city in a perfect circle.

When she got inside, not only were humans milling about in the fortress, but other strange creatures as well, working in tandem as they build, delivered, and do other things that made the city grow. The queen's questions began to grow as well and she asked the captive with one.

"Why did you glow red, when she hurt you?" she asked.

He didn't know how to answer that.

Warehouse 02, The Industry Bloc

*PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW!*

*DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!*

"THEY SHALL NOT PASS!" it has been hours since the city had been besieged. Countless respawns and deaths were being done as time passed by. Most of the non-fighters, refugees, occasional travellers, or worker npcs hid underground. The entrance to the tunnel was barricaded out of random blocks from what they could spare, behind it were npc guards who were deemed not fit to fight the flying imps.

ydDol fell from a high place

gonzonom fell from a high place

deez fell from a high place

Arturus fell from a high place

klankmix fell from a high place

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BABABABABABABANG!*

"Fucking hell! Shoot some fireworks to scare them away!"

"Bury the spawn bucket! Those fucks are picking them up!"

hazelmutt fell from a high place

Mr Krampus fell from a high place

"Take that!" devastation was present across the city, as buildings collapsed under the pressure of rocks and junk torrenting down from the sky by the nasty beasts. Less than thirty people and some volunteers were fighting the imps all on their own, letting loose their personal gear upon their enemies. For a while, they were overpowering them, with the use of flamethrowers, lasers, and machine guns.

But it was not to last as ammo slowly drained out, there were considerably less flyers around, but it was still enough to be a threat in the open sky. Realizing this, the fighters and defenders of the city hunkered down where they won't get swooped up into the sky, under wrecks or any space with a roof over their heads for cover.

Brick and his retinue retreated into the warehouse, due to the available ammo left inside, turning it into a makeshift bunker to hide in. An imp appeared in one of the windows, Brick blasted him into pieces with his minigun, killing the other two behind the creature into paste as well.

Zeron shot them down, one by one with a sniper rifle. Occasionally, spraying and praying with a light machine gun whenever one got too close. Chris and Kraz were busy defending the entry-spots in the warehouse. Flaming the imps whenever they got inside. Some people occasionally popped out of the hole under the warehouse, to give out ammo and supplies to the ones fighting above, hastily crafted with whatever materials might be left. The underground were not sitting on their ass.

Deeptown, Verod

Some holes were carved out of the plateau, to see visuals on the movements of the massive army that was approaching them. "They're coming!" a sentry yelled. Locke, a red-hooded man with elk horns, frowned. "How fast are we burning our resources!?" he yelled unto the hastily built assembly line.

"I think! I think we got a few minutes left!"

"At this rate, we'll have to hollow out the entire mountain!"

"It'll be too dangerous!"

"I know! I know dammit!"

Locke hoped that a miracle would come soon, he gripped his enchanted bone sword tighter.

The Eastern Wall, Verod

"Thank god they retreated…" Zeron huffed. Through their efforts, they have lowered the numbers of the flying imps enough for them to fly away, they've expended almost all of their ammunition, having only a meager handful left. Their canons were hulking wrecks, the ancient warfare soldier npcs were almost wiped out, their experience points drained, and half of their melee weapons were almost broken.

Now they had to worry about the armies marching below them.

"Everyone alright?" Brick heaved, his hands on his knees. A few yeahs and nods answered him, the rest were finding their dropped gear amidst the rubble that surrounded them. The rest of them heard footsteps, turning their heads to see the rest of the non-fighters joining them.

"Brick, we've all used it all up." Locke said, gravely.

"The refugees?" Brick said, trying to get himself in order.

"Secure, we've left some of our guys to dig a tunnel south to Ken. Radio said, they'll meet up with the mafia." Locke answered, looking concerned.

"Good, good… now for the tricky part…" gesturing to the lights surrounding the city. All of them looked over the wall, feeling a sense of dread and fatigue after the last attack. Thousands of demonic beasts and all-manners of lesser abominations were attempting to climb the cliffs. They looked over head to see the rest of the flyers circling above them, on all the walls, there was no open field to escape from.

"What a lovely fucking day…" Brick muttered.

The Disputed Wastes, Lower Garan Badlands

Night had arrived, the sleeping sun making way for a large moon illuminating the landscape beyond the mountains.

In the distance, a long column of light began marching forth. Illuminating the thousands of men and women in the dark. Mercenaries, knights, levies, and all kinds were mixed in-between them. Sock and companions were offered some horses to ride on, by the princess-knight of Ken. "You think this is enough?" Sock answered, his face mask on. "I know so," Claudia answered curtly. They were soon joined by a certain man, who also lent his services for a price.

Sock stared appraisingly at the man beside him, he wasn't quite familiar with him but then he remembered something, and read through the reports and what he did. He had matching descriptions, he had black hair, and a rough chin. Wearing dark clothing all around, except for his arms, which were tanned and muscular, and the only contrast to his attire was the bright-red pauldron on one of his shoulders. It had a symbol of a dog baring its teeth.

"I see it." Vult said, peering his eyes to the horizon at the distance. The veritable mountain of light present for all to see.

Sock saw him grin, and for some reason…

He really did not like the look of it.

AN:

29/09/21: Here is chapter six, enjoy. Update the info chapter later.

30/09/21: Transformed Claudia's 15000 reinforcements into 4000 knights (more like 200 knights and 3800 of mixed units), also fixed a minor paragraph error.