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Keldulas posted:Does it matter if they're both made of murder? Couldn't have put it better myself.
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# ? May 29, 2016 17:22 |
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# ? Jun 2, 2024 03:39 |
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Keldulas posted:Does it matter if they're both made of murder? Though it is a shame to lose that personal touch.
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# ? May 29, 2016 20:54 |
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We may have actual Loose Cannons but they get the job done damnit
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# ? May 29, 2016 20:55 |
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Would a more idealistic character get a different battle description, about glory and patriotism?
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# ? May 29, 2016 20:58 |
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I'd hope not, the bleak battle descriptions are boss
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# ? May 29, 2016 21:34 |
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Does it matter? More blood = better
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# ? May 30, 2016 00:07 |
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T.G. Xarbala posted:I'd hope not, the bleak battle descriptions are boss The writing in this game is pretty solid. And its obvious the author is a history nerd, and I love the little details about gunpowder era warfare and equipment.
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# ? May 30, 2016 20:11 |
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BurningStone posted:Would a more idealistic character get a different battle description, about glory and patriotism? It is slightly different, yes, and other stats, especially Intelligence, change it too. It's similar to how Charisma can changes how conversations go. Asking Welles about Garrett, for example, would have been a bit more awkward with a lower score. quote:The more you think about it, the more the dichotomy of 'banecasting vs. machinery' seems to you a false one; if banecasting is capable of killing a certain number of the enemy, and machinery can kill a certain number more, then why choose betwixt the two? Why not employ both, in the situations which they are best suited to, for maximum effect upon the enemy? quote:You are ripped out of your thoughts by a low, rippling reverberation: the splintering crackle of musketry made dull echo by the vagaries of distance and terrain. The sound comes from your far left. quote:Within moments, the sound of the battle becomes a jumble of echoes and gunshots. The isolated white drifts of smoke turn into great sheets of acrid, breathable debris. At Blogia, the very sun had been blotted out by the powder-smoke. Today, it is only thanks to the stiff morning breeze that you can see any of the battle at all. Don't think you're getting these squadrons back. If you send them, they're going to be committed. quote:
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# ? May 31, 2016 19:45 |
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Let them die.
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# ? May 31, 2016 19:52 |
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Sorry, Hartigan. Infantry should be able to hold the line on their own.
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# ? May 31, 2016 20:05 |
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Send Cazarosta. Less chances of him trying to kill us again.
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# ? May 31, 2016 20:18 |
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ButtDoktor posted:Sorry, Hartigan. Infantry should be able to hold the line on their own. Against peasants? Pffft, No
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# ? May 31, 2016 20:51 |
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Garrett, we'll send the protagonist and ourselves at real threats.
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# ? May 31, 2016 21:04 |
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Ignore, the infantry can do its bloody job.
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# ? May 31, 2016 21:14 |
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gently caress a Hartigan
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# ? May 31, 2016 22:47 |
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The Merry Marauder posted:Ignore, the infantry can do its bloody job. This, the prince hasn't even sent the church hussars or their new professional line infantry at us yet
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# ? May 31, 2016 23:35 |
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I'm sure Hartigan's got this. He certainly should have going up against the rabble.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 11:18 |
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Ignore.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 13:33 |
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quote:"Cornet," you begin. "Please convey to His Grace my regrets, as I do not find it practicable to detach a squadron at this moment." quote:Your next few minutes pass with some anxiety; what if you misjudged? What if Hartigan had understated the danger? What if his battalion is already disintegrating, routed by a force which might have been repulsed had you sent aid?
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 13:36 |
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Go, Garret, go!
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 13:47 |
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Send Cazarosta
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 13:54 |
Keeping horsemen from skrimishing with infantry at will? This sounds like an actual job for the Royal Dragoons! This seems a job for Caz
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 13:58 |
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Garret, this is yours.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 14:05 |
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Garret. Have to save Cazarosta to charge uphill.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 14:12 |
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my dad posted:Go, Garret, go! if poo poo really gets crazy we want the protagonist available to deal with it
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 14:47 |
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Garret
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 18:33 |
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Garret
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 20:07 |
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Caz! Away with you!
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 20:19 |
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Stopping flanking manoeuvres is what we're good at. Hop to, Garret.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 20:31 |
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Bugger 'em! The Highlanders are tough old sods; they can handle things fine without us.
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# ? Jun 1, 2016 20:39 |
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quote:You turn to your senior Lieutenant. "Findlay, you are to go to Captain Garret and inform him that he is to take his squadron forward, make contact with Lieutenant-colonel Havenport of the Highlanders, and render what aid he sees fit," you command. "Having done so, you are to return directly to me, understood?"
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 00:29 |
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It's not right to just delegate murdercrimes, we should be committing them ourselves!
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 03:10 |
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I suppose this is the price of high command. Leave the skirmishes to the LTs. We'll satsify our bloodlust whe we run down fleeing Antari at the end of the battle, like light cav should.
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 03:35 |
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I actually prefer this. This allows me to dictate my horrors and it ensures im alive to enjoy them. Whats not to love?
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 04:24 |
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ButtDoktor posted:I suppose this is the price of high command.
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 05:03 |
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Keeping us away from the warcrimes? That poo poo ain't right. That poo poo ain't right. That. poo poo. Is. Wrong.
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 07:44 |
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Ikasuhito posted:I actually prefer this. This allows me to dictate my horrors and it ensures im alive to enjoy them. Whats not to love?
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 12:28 |
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Okay, a three-way tie. Not something I honestly ever expected to see, but the next vote wins.
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 18:05 |
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it aint right, those other guys are stealing my war crimes
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# ? Jun 2, 2016 18:10 |
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quote:You know that it is what the service requires of you. Lieutenant-colonels cannot follow the movements of every detachment under their command. You must remain behind and coordinate the rest of your command, not hare off at the head of single squadrons. +2% Idealism quote:There is no sign of Garret's squadron now. Even the dark outlines of its men and horses have been swallowed up by the battle, the sound of their hooves and the jangling of their equipment drowned out by the dull cacophony. quote:It is only when you feel a fresh gust of spring air upon your neck that your thoughts are interrupted. With a start, you realise that the wool of your tunic has begun to pull and billow, that the powder-smoke begins to bestir itself, lifted by the blustering howl of a rising wind. Bit by bit, the grey haze is torn away by the sudden wind, its smoky tendrils receding like an army of fog being driven into the sea, revealing more and more of the field in its wake. quote:Through your field glass, you watch the first of the Antari horsemen splash out of the water and onto the muddy riverbank. Even from the distance of a kilometre and a half away, you can see him raise his sabre in triumph as he spurs his mount forward, his comrades close behind, towards the low ridge that is the only thing separating him from Cunaris's brigade headquarters. quote:Your ears begin ringing as the rolling thunder grows only stronger. The very air seems to tremble and waver before your eyes as you turn your field telescope towards the source. quote:When the leading squadrons of the cavalry brigade reach the Antari flank, they do not so much make contact with it as they simply overrun it. The forward formations of onrushing men and horses plough into the mass of enemy foot with ease. Surprised and disordered, the mob of peasant infantrymen offer little more resistance than a field of wheat, more concerned with escaping the path of the charging regiments of horse than offering any resistance. quote:You hear from behind you the rising sound of hooves drumming rapidly against the packed turf. You turn in time to almost find yourself bowled over by the rearing horse of a Dragoon subaltern: Lord Renard's younger brother Laurent, his face as pale as a Takaran's in stark terror.
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