This is my very first AAR and as such if you see anything that could use touching up please do not hesitate to tell or show me how to do so. With that, on with the adventure.
General Gameplay stuff
Combat Ai: Good
Campaign Ai: Good
Combat Speed: Fastest
Damage to Player: Normal
Damage to Allies: Normal
Battle Size: 150
Difficulty Rating: 112%
End of Gameplay Stuff
The ship pulled into the docking yard on the outskirts of a city whose name Gythan though of to be rather odd sounding, like a name a northern would name his strange yet suprisingly delicious pastry. Jelkala, the city was called. It lay in a valley surrounded by the very mountains Gythan had admired but a few hours ago. The wind was not nearly as bad in the city as it was outside the protective vale of the mountain tops, which sheltered the city folk from the icy undertow. Gythan's body ached for a comfortable dorm in which it could rest off the stress it had accumulated during the travel up country towards the city. The man, now clad in his armor that he had stashed away in his ship quarters walked around the dimly lit streets to find a tavern in which he could stay. It took him no time at all to find and settle into one. The rent was fairly cheap for the night, and having had his foreign currency exchanged for Calradian denars he could afford to stay for much more then most men. He casually admired the view of the street front from the windowed room he received from the tavern keep, watching as one by one the townsfolk crept home to avoid any dangers that lurked after dark. After he had watched the last of them creep inside, he too finally retired for the night.[/center]
Gythan followed the man back home reluctantly, watching as Luigi cautiously looked out into the street to see if they were followed. When he was satisfied they were not, he cautiously shut the door and beckoned Gythan over.
Well thats all I have right now, just a sort of proof of concept idea, that and this has taken me about an hour or so of writing. Tell me what you guys think about it. Next part coming soon
General Gameplay stuff
Combat Ai: Good
Campaign Ai: Good
Combat Speed: Fastest
Damage to Player: Normal
Damage to Allies: Normal
Battle Size: 150
Difficulty Rating: 112%
End of Gameplay Stuff
Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings
The ocean air was bone chilling, the wind ravaging the bottomless waves from all sides, the galleon on the horizon creaked back and forth as Poseidon's breeze rocked her to and from.
The sun above hung so delicately in the sky at just about late afternoon, no doubt by the time they arrived at their destination would the air nip at the very hairs in their nostrils and the land will be blanketed with the bitter shroud of night.
Gythan stood at the bow of the ship, to a more creative fellow he would resemble that of a hero from folktales told around a bonfire in the company of good friends and lovely women.
Off in the distance he could see them, if he squinted hard enough through the freezing hail of turbulence he could just make out the white tipped mountains of the land he had decided to venture to.
Not much was known of the land of Calradia where Gythan was born, any ties had been severed long ago with the passing of alliances and that of kings to their graves.
The sun above hung so delicately in the sky at just about late afternoon, no doubt by the time they arrived at their destination would the air nip at the very hairs in their nostrils and the land will be blanketed with the bitter shroud of night.
Gythan stood at the bow of the ship, to a more creative fellow he would resemble that of a hero from folktales told around a bonfire in the company of good friends and lovely women.
Off in the distance he could see them, if he squinted hard enough through the freezing hail of turbulence he could just make out the white tipped mountains of the land he had decided to venture to.
Not much was known of the land of Calradia where Gythan was born, any ties had been severed long ago with the passing of alliances and that of kings to their graves.
"'scuze me sir, we're about a quarter to away from the mainland of western Calradia, no use bein' up 'ere there is."the ship hand incited. Gythan turned from his distraction he had placed upon the peaks he could barely make out along the horizon towards the man who stood behind him. Young Lad, not much of a speaker but good none the less. Gythan gave him a curt nod, unheard of to do even such a thing to peasantry where he was from,any spoken word from the lower classes of society was usually met with annoyance or beating, his father had made sure he knew how such a feeling felt. Gythan pulled his cloak tighter to his chest and proceeded into the depths of the ship where the wind could no longer assault him and his consciousness.
The ship pulled into the docking yard on the outskirts of a city whose name Gythan though of to be rather odd sounding, like a name a northern would name his strange yet suprisingly delicious pastry. Jelkala, the city was called. It lay in a valley surrounded by the very mountains Gythan had admired but a few hours ago. The wind was not nearly as bad in the city as it was outside the protective vale of the mountain tops, which sheltered the city folk from the icy undertow. Gythan's body ached for a comfortable dorm in which it could rest off the stress it had accumulated during the travel up country towards the city. The man, now clad in his armor that he had stashed away in his ship quarters walked around the dimly lit streets to find a tavern in which he could stay. It took him no time at all to find and settle into one. The rent was fairly cheap for the night, and having had his foreign currency exchanged for Calradian denars he could afford to stay for much more then most men. He casually admired the view of the street front from the windowed room he received from the tavern keep, watching as one by one the townsfolk crept home to avoid any dangers that lurked after dark. After he had watched the last of them creep inside, he too finally retired for the night.[/center]
In the morning he awoke early and decided to take a walk around the streets, strapping all his gear to his body as non-restrictively as he could. As he proceeded downstairs to the street below the barmaid on duty offered him a warning. That, as of recent, bandits had infiltrated the city walls and have been eluding capture from the town watch. Gythan thanked the bar maid but assured her he would be alright if he were to encounter such a troublesome man inside the walls, and with that he stepped outside the tavern to explore the town. The air was a tone of mildew as a fog hung in the air throughout the town. The clomping of boot leathers echoed throughout the still empty streets as Gythan wandered through alleyways and plazas.
It was at the moment of highest security that he heard it, a sharp yet audible rasp as a blade exited its scabbard. Gythan unstrapped his shield and now readied his spear in the direction he was facing, thinking the sound to have come from a stranger up ahead. A man to his right gave a short yell as he attempted to bring the sword down on Gythans flank. The warrior managed to guard just in time to block his attackers advance, stumbling slightly from the impact the blade had on his tower shield. With a grunt of effort Gythan pushed the man back into the openess of the plaza, a good distance from him at that, and gave a wrath-filled thrust of his spear aimed at the mans chest. A sickening cacophony of tearing a puncturing sounds rose up following the mans cry of pain. Gythan looked at his victim, who at this point was marveling at the shaft impaled in his gut. With a tug Gythan tore free his spear from the bandits abdomen as his bodied smacked the cobblestone with an unease silence to follow. The man was dead.
It was at the moment of highest security that he heard it, a sharp yet audible rasp as a blade exited its scabbard. Gythan unstrapped his shield and now readied his spear in the direction he was facing, thinking the sound to have come from a stranger up ahead. A man to his right gave a short yell as he attempted to bring the sword down on Gythans flank. The warrior managed to guard just in time to block his attackers advance, stumbling slightly from the impact the blade had on his tower shield. With a grunt of effort Gythan pushed the man back into the openess of the plaza, a good distance from him at that, and gave a wrath-filled thrust of his spear aimed at the mans chest. A sickening cacophony of tearing a puncturing sounds rose up following the mans cry of pain. Gythan looked at his victim, who at this point was marveling at the shaft impaled in his gut. With a tug Gythan tore free his spear from the bandits abdomen as his bodied smacked the cobblestone with an unease silence to follow. The man was dead.
Gythan had barely a moments rest in order to collect himself after the senseless battle before he was rushed upon by an odd looking man. A Merchant he would soon discover, by the name of Luigi Mazzocchi.
"Are you all right?" Luigi inquired. "Well.... I guess you're alive, at any rate. I'm not sure that we can say the same for the other fellow. That's one less thief to trouble our streets at night, although Heaven knows he wont be the last.... Anyway, Maybe you can hel me with something, let's talk more inside. Out here, we don't know who's listening."
"Are you all right?" Luigi inquired. "Well.... I guess you're alive, at any rate. I'm not sure that we can say the same for the other fellow. That's one less thief to trouble our streets at night, although Heaven knows he wont be the last.... Anyway, Maybe you can hel me with something, let's talk more inside. Out here, we don't know who's listening."
Gythan followed the man back home reluctantly, watching as Luigi cautiously looked out into the street to see if they were followed. When he was satisfied they were not, he cautiously shut the door and beckoned Gythan over.
Well thats all I have right now, just a sort of proof of concept idea, that and this has taken me about an hour or so of writing. Tell me what you guys think about it. Next part coming soon
