@dustan: the good old M1 is fine by me if you're okay with it. I certainly think it's enough of an icon that it would be easy to imagine it popping up in a legend.
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You can if you want to, your choice if you want one and what it is.
And you can be a "bad guy" if you want. I'm not going to stop you. Whatever you guys decide to do, the world will turn (or burn) with or withour your involvement.
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Sorry. I've put you on the waitlist though.
Turn 1: Prologue
Darius GuileYou walk, looking at your feet. Another battle, another day you survive the odds. The ashes make little clouds as you plant your feet in the burner soil. Such is war, no honour, no one-on-one battles between heroes. Only frantic firefights and bombs dropping horrid fire on all those below. You're not even sure when this fight began. As you walk, your mind starts to warnder. What war am I even fighting? What f...
You stop. Your eyes focus on the ground below and all you see is fresh grass. You shoulder your rifle and crouch, taking in your surroundings. This is wrong, instead of a battlefield you're on the edge of a lush forest on a nice spring day. The forest is behind you, green and alive. In front, rolling green hills. Behind the hill you can see a plume of smoke. The only sounds you hear are the sounds of the forest behind you, and the faint sounds of steel clashes on steel coming from the plume of smoke in the distance. This is certainly not how you remember the end of a battle going. Still, the nice forest air is better than the smoke of bombed corpses.
NyakNyakYou wander through the snow. How long has it been since you simply left your tribe? Luckily, the furs and skins you wear protect you from most of the freezing cold. You put your arm before your eyes to shield them from a particularely vicious gale.
You stop and take your arm away. Instead of the cold frozen waste, you stand in a lush green forest. This is odd, just a moment ago you walking in the opposite direction fo your tribe in snowy landscape. It's rather nice though, the shade provides a lovely temperature and the forest...is just so
alive. It has been a while since you felt so many living things near you. You look up, and through the leaves you can see the blue sky. The only other thing you can see is a plume of smoke, far away.
Y.W.You awaken from your meditations. You find yourself underneath a tree. In the distance, you see a small town. Smoke rises from its center, and you can see armour-clad soldiers running around...and townsfolk running away. This is no world you've ever visited before. But clearly, the helpless are in need.
Cultmaster AkinaroYou wake up from your undying slumber. At last, new loyal mages to lead! Haha, what a splendid da-
It's rather dark in here. You're obviously in a coffin, underground. The fools, resurrecting you before digging you up. Good help is so hard to find. You knock on the top. What is this, wood? You distincly remember buying a nice marble coffin, with cushions on the inside. Thing cost a bloody fortune, too. The bloody nerve of some people, stealing a man's coffin. What's the world coming to?