Paul's Kingdom
"Alright guys, we're taking these Yuras on. I'm guessing they're only a small party of the ones who live in this area, and we have to clean it out eventually. Might as well be now. Now, we're going to split up right now. Restuit and Q'iol, I want you two to take the left side and flank them from there. Vero, Murgog, and I will take the right side."
Restuit looks a bit uneasy. "My lord, I do not like to question you, but I am not certain that only Q'iol and I can take half of these Yuras ourselves."
"Nonsense. You are my two strongest warriors. If anyone can take them, you can. Besides, we have no time. Prepare for battle."
And indeed, your observation is proved correct. The horde of Yuras are quickly descending upon you.
Restuit simply nods and scurries off into the woods with Q'iol. You, Vero, and Murgog make your way to the right.
You move as silently as you can as you try to sweep around the Yuras and catch them by surprise. But it is not to be. Your foot catches on a tree root and you trip. A Yura notices your fall and scurries over.
As you try to regain your footing you are smacked in the noggin by a Yuran stick. The blow knock you right back to the ground and you let out a yelp. The Yuran takes this as a sign of weakness and continues to pummel you.
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Your strategy was defeated. The Yuras overtook your friends. Only you survived. You go home in shame.
You are weak.
Restuit looks a bit uneasy. "My lord, I do not like to question you, but I am not certain that only Q'iol and I can take half of these Yuras ourselves."
"Nonsense. You are my two strongest warriors. If anyone can take them, you can. Besides, we have no time. Prepare for battle."
And indeed, your observation is proved correct. The horde of Yuras are quickly descending upon you.
Restuit simply nods and scurries off into the woods with Q'iol. You, Vero, and Murgog make your way to the right.
You move as silently as you can as you try to sweep around the Yuras and catch them by surprise. But it is not to be. Your foot catches on a tree root and you trip. A Yura notices your fall and scurries over.
As you try to regain your footing you are smacked in the noggin by a Yuran stick. The blow knock you right back to the ground and you let out a yelp. The Yuran takes this as a sign of weakness and continues to pummel you.
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Your strategy was defeated. The Yuras overtook your friends. Only you survived. You go home in shame.
You are weak.
