The Final Battle would be at Tolgotha, where the Titan’s first descended. The landscape was twisted and torn from the energies unleashed by their arrival. You had prepared, however, sending out orders for thicker boots months in advance. This would improve the combat endurance of your forces by roughly 15%. You (Your name was Naomi, you remember now) stand in one of the border fortresses recently reclaimed from the Enemy. There was a bit of dried splattered blood soaked into the stones of the wall next to you, but that didn’t take away from the sight before you,
Thousands upon thousands of men, elves, dwarves, and orcs streamed before you, marching to the battle taking place to decide the fate of the world. The greatest gathering of peoples the world had ever seen. This is what you have wrought. The logistics were… nightmarish, as you joined clans of barbarians with stout Ironguards and lithe archers. Few nations had anything resembling a bureaucracy, most relying on their lords to handle raising their armies and foraging for food wherever they went. They complained about the taxes you levied, but the results spoke for themselves.
Thunder crashed and rumbled as the goddess Lustria fought the Titans next to the other Valiant. You did not need to be so close to the battle, you knew. But there wasn’t much of a point in being far away, either. If the battle was lost here, the end would come regardless of where she was.
The battle was a hard fought one. Neither side gave or offered quarter. The desperate servants of the Titan’s threw themselves upon the shield walls of the coalition, but they could not overcome their discipline. The hordes of the Titans have been drained in one disadvantageous battle after another, and here at this final battle they broke. Their Chosen tried to stem the tide, but the Valiant picked them off one by one.
Lustria, a goddess of light confronted the Titans in the depth of their stronghold. From the window in the border fortress you saw the Beam of Light lance into the sky, and dark clouds over the land parted. You knew, deep inside, that the goddess had won this day, and had slain the TItans.
The time that followed was a joyous one for the world, as the people celebrated the ending of the night. Lustria did not force a single world order, but spread a message of love, peace, and light, sending disciples far and wide. You were a minor noble, but now you bore the Seal of Authority, and kings and High Lords hung upon your every word.
But now, looking back upon it all, you saw the seeds of your destruction being sown.
What lead to your downfall?
A: A Forbidden Love: Choose between Prince Albright, a good hearted man was promised to another Valiant; Princess Malazaa, headstrong and beautiful and daughter to one of most powerful kings of Man; or the Handmaiden of Lustria, who has given nearly everything in the service of her goddess.
B: Fear and Greed: You had too much power over the nations, and slighted too many lords. Now that the war was over, you were too much of a danger to be left on the playing board.
C: To Make the World a Better Place: You knew the numbers, you had the power. Where there was corruption, you could root it out. You believed in the value of all life, and pushed for greater education, more rights, more freedom. Those in power grew to fear you…
D: Naomi the Dark Lady: Everyone else is incompetent. The heroes with their swords and blazing fire never understood what you did for them, Without you they would have been on their own. They didn’t have to see the noble’s mismanagement, what resources they squandered in their petty games while the world burned. Let them call you Dark. You will consign them to the ashes of history.
E: Something else?
(More of a flavor choice here, but I'm interested to see what you pick, as this could influence how willingly Naomi embraces power.)
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