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And so it began, an eruption of clanks, screams, taunts, cheers and thuds as bodies fell on the ground.

Here we have the noble woman Rylen, locked in a flurry of parries and blocks as the blade of Mason Govier tries to pierce her defenses. Alas, the two merely dance with each other, a show of skill for sure, but an unproductive one.

Uriel Ultim however pays no attention to elegance, and with a brutal sweep of his two-handed sword, he slashed into the arm of Peter Kazier, a scream of pain escaping his throat as he stepped backwards a little, away from the blood-stained, shining blade.

He was relieve soon by his comrade, Tim XVI, whose spear went easily through the soft surface of Uriel's aketon, and stabbed deep into his body. Uriel couldn't restrain the gush of blood that erupted from his mouth, the world blacking out for a moment from the nerves' overload with pain.

On the side, a robed man keeps himself from the fray, covering behind the shield.

And back to Tim XVI we go; as he was locked in the melee, with skilled axeman, Athel von Scriver. His axe soon found it's way past the shield, past the leathery armor, and struck deeply into Tim's flesh, spilling the blood on the yellow grass beneath his feet.

Let's change our view - oh, here we have, this young man who comes by name of TOMIO. He charged the silent swordsman, Hamm, but the valiant charge soon turned out to be a bad choice; Hamm's mastery of the sword allowed him to parry the furious strikes. After finding an opening, he struck with his blade, piercing the layers of iron rings and wounding TOMIO's side. Fortunately, the wound is rather shallow, even if blood is trickling through it constantly.

Oh no! After horizontal slash of the halberd, head of Uriel Ultim flies upwards in an arc, blood marking the trail. He was slain by no one else than Peter Kazier, the very same one that Uriel wounded mere seconds ago. He died valiantly, that's for sure.

With a roar of anger, Hamm rushed at Peter, exchanging blows in attempt to avenge his comrade. However, Peter was seemingly too clever to take his chances, and the brief encounter ended in a flurry of metal hitting against metal.

Rylen, the swordlady, move from Mason and rushed at the other enemy, that one who had fancier outfit than other soldiers - his name was Athel von Scriver. The two commanders are tought but lady Rylen seemingly was out of synch - her movements sluggish, he almost losti t against Athel; praise to her swift, short blade that parries the strikes, and large shield that protected her from many blows.

Whilst Athel was busy, one of his soldiers, That guy, used the occassion and lunged at Tim XVI. Then, few seconds later, the massive battleaxe found a weak spot in Tim's defense, and, with a sickening crush, the axe almost split Tim's head in two, the blood and brain matter gushing out in effective fountain, staining That guy's face.

And this is merely the beginning.

Because enters the fray!
ALPHA BET joins his comrades!

//I'm 99% sure I haven't made any mistakes in the calculations below. Tell me if I did v:

Nooooooo, anyone but not him! ;____;

Goddamit... these series are so dramatic and epic! But killing one of the main secondary people, and one of the most likeable ones... waaaah ;^;

You've made an excellent decision. See everyone? See? You really SHOULD watch LoGH. But, I don't want to say too much because I don't want to spoil anyone/anything accidentally. Suffice to say it's really good - deep space war/politics, I promise you!

I'm right after ten episodes. It is truly glorious.

Go Jessica Edwards!

Started watching Legend of the Galactic Heroes.


Only went through two episodes so far, but I already found something I will stick to the end

37th Falcon, Year 198 of the Third Dynasty...

The autumn wind carried a flock of brown leaves right between two armies, which were standing mere hundreds of feet away from each other. Mean-looking mercenaries mingled between armed peasants and knights in shining armors. Both had equal numbers of approximately four thousand men.

On the left side, the banner of Ataraxian Army flew - beige field encompassed by purple rectangle. On the other side, the banner of Bullenburg Baron's shifted in the air, a lion's head on black field.

A young man, dressed in purple and silver robes, stepped forward from the ranks of Ataraxians. He had wavy, dark blonde hair, long nose and trace of perfume followed him.

"Baron of Bullenburg! Come and show your pig face!"

"I shall not stand insults!" A voice boomed from behind the lines of the second army. Soon, a short, tough-looking man appeared in the front. His battleaxe sharp, his clothes and leather armor bloodied, and his head indeed like of a pig: small charcoal eyes, round face and wide nostrils. His cheeks red, possibly from exhaustion, or maybe embarassement.

"Come back from where you came, wench! How dare you rebel against our noble king!"

"Noble king? Ha! Julian is just an oppressor of freedom, commerce and science, like his father, and grandfather, and those before them! Think, Baron! Join us, and you will see the road of enlightment!"

The pig-faced man laughed, and then spit on the ground. "I would rather die than join your merry group of vagabonds!"

"Then we do battle!" The young man in purple and silver clothes shouted back, and went between his men, just like his opponent did. Soldiers became uneasy as the orders were first whispered. Then, the orders were barked and commanders of their troops roused the men with fine and valiant speeches, speeches promising glory and loot and wenches.

"CHAAAAAARGE!" A raspy shout was heard from behind the lines of Ataraxian army, and the men rushed forward. The mass of armed men began to shout, and their opponents prepared themselves for inevitable, the distance between the armies growing smaller and smaller with every second. The noise of the stampede increased, before everything exploded in cacophony of sounds;

The battle has begun!

Goal:
First team to kill at least 20 opponents wins!
Ataraxian Army: 20/20 opponents killed
Army of Baron Bullenburg: 17/20 opponents killed

Remember: You can attack a player or defend yourself.
Stats will be updated in the first post.

Blargh. Too many people. Timezone intervention.

Waitlist.

I still need your name, side and skill :p

DOTH ART WELCOMED TO THE MEDIEVAL FODDER, LAD!

In Medieval Fodder, all you have is DESIRE TO SLAUGHTER!

For the glory of the Empire! Or Republic! Or the Union! Or whatever you're fighting for.

It is RTD which has basically only two rolls:

Hit roll, and damage roll.

Damage roll depends entirely on the weapon.

Hit roll (1d6) is more complicated:

The person who wins the roll deals damage to the player who lost the roll.
The roll, however, is modified by actions. Each player can ATTACK or DEFEND in his turn.
DEFEND'ing player doesn't retaliate in the same turn.
DEFEND'ing player gets +1 against ATTACK'ing player, but only if ATTACK'ers roll is higher.
Shields give a bonus to DEFEND'ing player just as if above rule is applied.
Shields benefit the ATTACK'ing player, with a -1 modifier.
WATCH OUT, because the defend/shield bonus will only equalize the rolls - you will never get higher roll than attacker.
The maximum of the Parry bonus is +4; if you rolled a 1 against a 6, sorry - better luck next life!

Example:
Hargh rolls a hit of 6. Phargh rolls a 3.
But, Phargh DEFENDS (+1) and is wielding a Small Shield (+2).
Thus, both rolled a '6', and the whole melee ends with few clanks instead of a gush of blood and pain-filled screaming.

In case of operating a wheel or doing something, a standard 1d6 roll will be applied as well.

THOU ART WHOM?

In Medieval Fodder, no backstories are needed. No multitudes of labels and bonuses.

All you need is:

Name: pretty obvious
Side: which side you fight for (A or B)
Skill: one of the skills, look below
HP: You start with random of 4 to 7 HP*. Rolled by GM.
Weapon: You start with random weapon*. Rolled by GM!
Armor: You start with random armor*. ROLLED BY GM!
Shield: You start with random shield. GUESS WHAT!? YES! ROLLED BY GM!

*-Those are modified (at least partially) by skill you choose!

THY FATHER TAUGHT THEE WHAT?

Skills of the game:

Agile: +1 for Parry/Block rolls.
Axemaster: +1 DMG when holding Hatchets/Axes/Battleaxes. Starts with an Axe-type weapon.
Commander: Starts with weapon of his/her choose. Includes Plate Mail into armor roll.
Healthy: +2 HP.
Swordmaster: +1 DMG when holding Short/Long/Two-Handed Swords. Starts with a Sword-type weapon.
Spearmaster: +1 DMG when holding Spear/Halberd. Starts with a Spear-type weapon.
Two-handed Mastery: +1 DMG and +1 to Parry rolls when using two-handed weapon.

THOU ART ALLOWED UNTO THE ARMORY!

Damage: obvious
AP: Armor points, how much damage is nulified when you get hit.

Swords:
Short sword: 1-handed, 1-4 damage, +1 to Parry/Evade
Long sword: 1-handed, 1-5 damage
Two-handed sword: 2-handed, 1-7 damage

Axes:
Hatchet: 1-handed, 1-5 damage
Axe: 1-handed, 2-6 damage
Battleaxe: 2-handed, 3-7 damage

Spears:
Spear: 1-handed, 1-3 damage, +1 to Damage against Chainmail/Plate Armor
Halberd: 2-handed, 2-5 damage, +2 to Damage against Chainmail/Plate Armor

Armors:
Aketon: 1 AP
Chainmail: 2 AP
Plate Armor*: 3 AP
*Available only to characters with 'Commander' skill

Shields:
Buckler: +1 to Parry
Small Shield: +2 to Parry
Large Shield: +3 to Parry

HEAVENS, THOU ART BLEED- AWW SHIT, HE'S A GONER, GUYS...

If you die, your adventure doesn't end!
Just tell the GM if you want to play again, and you will be tucked right on the bottom of waiting list!
Pick a new name, maybe a new skill, GM will roll equipment, and back into slaughter you go!
This will happen all the way until one of the 'sides' is victorious.