The bell rings loud and true throughout the village, signaling to all who populate this humble land that it's safe to come out now. Life wasn't always like this, in fact things used to be quite peaceful, sure the occasional war might've broke out from a particularly power hungry king. The times were never this dire though. The first occurrence of the end times took place in the exotic lands of the east, it was in a land known as Japan when the first horde showed itself and devastated an entire culture of people. Through the co-operation and unity of many renowned and accomplished wizards, the eastern lands had been closed off from the rest of the world, sealed away by an impenetrable magic barrier.

The ringing throughout the village continues, it takes it's toll on your eardrums as you shake your head and try to rule out all the noise around you.

"It's them! The bloody militia got more o' them bastards!" A distant bystander screams.

Though you can't see the nearby area around you, you can make out the noises of a large crowd gathering around the buggy you and a few others are forcefully being held inside. The bag over your head is tightly wound from your neck, nearly suffocating you to the point that even to look in a different direction causes you discomfort.

"Freaks, impure! Why'd ya bring em here then eh?!" A woman from the gathering crowd furiously yells.

You feel the horses dragging this buggy along stop abruptly. It's only moments after where you feel a burly person grab you and haul you back onto your feet.

"Come on now, get a move on then! Ain't got all day out here." A deep voice booms from just outside your door.

You can't tell exactly, but you think you can make out the gasps, and muffled words of three others in the same situation as you inside this buggy. Wrongfully accused of aiding the impure hordes, you've been brutally beaten and arrested by this lands local militia. In earnest truth who you really are is..

>>6253060 (OP)
>Sir Hans Richter, a locally renowned knight from your homelands in the Germanic territories. You were sent as a messenger by minor nobility to deliver a plea for foreign aid, the hordes have been tearing through your knightly circle and your nations armies. The fellow guardsmen employed to escort you, and yourself were attacked by a small party of the impure, caught off guard from the attack, your fellow escorts were ruthlessly murdered. Upon hearing the footsteps of more than a handful of the local militia's horsemen, the cowards fled leaving you worse for wear and framed as a murderer with no proof of your titles or message to deliver. You're unsure why this crowd calls you impure, or why it seems they want your head. Something within you stirs though, an unclean feeling let's some unknown taint course over your body making you feel strange in a way you can't make sense of.

>Yuno Takashi, one of the few Easterners left still in this ever growing dark world. You've managed to break the walls rumored to be impenetrable by magic or force. The wizards were foolish to think that otherworldly relics could not have an effect either. Unsure of it being the god's smiling upon you or playing a cruel trick, you had found a strange relic wielded by one of the impure hordes fallen generals. The short, cursed katana cut through the magic barrier like a newly folded and sharpened masterpiece. You didn't manage to get far though as one of the wizard's responsible for establishing the wall managed to sense it being sliced open. They somehow managed to put some sort of hex over your being that a small party of bounty hunters had been tracking for some time. No matter what you did or how hard you tried they eventually caught up to you, delivering you to this lands militia for a reward. Being a woman in these times, the men who captured you never took you very seriously and besides securing the cursed blade from you, left you relatively unharmed.

>>6253060 (OP)
>>6253063
>Gregor Eskildsen, your fellow clansmen never had one true place to call your home. Growing up in a nomadic clan far up north, the harsh and chilling environment of where you're originally from was one of the last lands to see the invasion happen. The impure hordes have seemed to struggle the most there, the new and dangerous environment taking a toll on the unfamiliar monsters. The woman who birthed you and the man who put his cock in her were hardly the ones to take care of you, through the rights of your clan when you were just a boy they cast you out for the first time, having to fend for yourself and kill your own food. In some capacity you understand the creatures of the impure hordes and their desire for bloodshed. It came as no negative mind to your own when the ship you and your clansmen were sailing on drifted into a naval battle between the English bastards and the infernal freaks. You all saw only one way to finish your journey and that was to charge through them. Many men human and otherwise tried boarding your small vessel for their own advantages, you all collectively slaughtered as many as you could. The Englishmen eventually scored a marginal victory and captured the sole survivor of your clan, yourself. You were brought to these lands and are now in chains and wrapped in many restraints struggling to keep you contained within them. Many people of other cultures and nations don't understand the barbaric tribes of the Northerners, few rarely ever live to see one in front of them, causing those of the north to be treated just as alien as the invading hordes.

>>6253063
>>Yuno Takashi, one of the few Easterners left still in this ever growing dark world. You've managed to break the walls rumored to be impenetrable by magic or force. The wizards were foolish to think that otherworldly relics could not have an effect either. Unsure of it being the god's smiling upon you or playing a cruel trick, you had found a strange relic wielded by one of the impure hordes fallen generals. The short, cursed katana cut through the magic barrier like a newly folded and sharpened masterpiece. You didn't manage to get far though as one of the wizard's responsible for establishing the wall managed to sense it being sliced open. They somehow managed to put some sort of hex over your being that a small party of bounty hunters had been tracking for some time. No matter what you did or how hard you tried they eventually caught up to you, delivering you to this lands militia for a reward. Being a woman in these times, the men who captured you never took you very seriously and besides securing the cursed blade from you, left you relatively unharmed.

>>6253063
>Yuno Takashi

>>6253063
>Yuno Takashi

>>6253063
You're Yuno Takashi, you remember when the horde first descended upon your homelands. Many of the best samurai had come together to deal with the masses and in turn all that resulted was a slaughter. The once proud and noble lands of Japan have since then become nothing to the plain eye but a burial ground of it's people, and a demonstration of the infernal armies strength.

Picking battlefields wasn't something uncommon to those who sought fortune in an illicit way. Your father was previously a vagabond, and your mother a thief, they together gave you the skills of a thief. When you had gone to see the aftermath of Japan's first contact with the horde, it was a grizzly sight with the nation's most powerful warriors and their innards falling out of their bodies. The bones of the many soldiers picked clean of their meat, serving as nothing more than fuel to the unstoppable tide of monsters that inhabit those lands now. Fortunately for yourself you came across a strange blade, wielded by a strange looking creature.

The runic symbols and the ice blue faint shimmer it exudes had told you it was no ordinary steel. You tested it on the magic barrier, a fool's errand which fortuned success for your curiosity. Without looking back once, you made your escape from those lands raped and razed to the ground, your home no longer existing. You didn't make it far, many a strange monster now inhabit the lands, seas, and air since the impure horde's arrival. You made short work of what you could on your directionless journey, only to be pursued by a highly skilled group of bounty hunters. It wasn't until their relentless pursuit and capture of you was finished that you had a bearing of just where you were, and how long your travels had been.

After travelling by sea and many, many more days on foot you've arrived at a village called Glendenburg, the hosts to this land and their strange tongue as alien to you as the first contact with the impure. The horse and buggy that you and few others are in has stopped now, your cursed blade has been stripped from your possessions, and yet.. you hear it calling to you. Not in a literal way, but the removal of the blade from your side is progressively evoking a stronger emotion out of you and how you feel in your situation. It's almost as it's causing you to feel...

>Hatred

>Madness

>Arousal

>Greed

>>6253210
>>Arousal

>>6253210
>Arousal

>>6253210
>Madness

>>6253210
>Arousal

>>6253210
>Greed

>>6253210
>Arousal

Unsure of what it is, you can't help but feel a tingling sensation in your most private areas. The rope tied around your neck holding the sack over your head grips at your flesh, suffocating in such a way it almost immobilizes you. Oh to be tortured, gagged, and made a spectacle to a crowd of people! It leaves you.. it.. it leaves you feeling aroused. You want more people to experience this, to feel punished, exiled, pain, all of it. A smile cracks it's away across your face, you go to touch yourself but realize that you can't with your hands bound the way they are and the realization of this only causes you to become more aroused and wet.

>Unlocked the passive: Pleasure & Pain
>Bruises, burns, and scars only serve to deliver you pleasure and fuel your taboo desire for more. You can take a much higher threshold of pain than many others, in turn when someone else be it friend or foe is hurt, you gain a massive increase in strength!

The tingling sensation through your entire body doesn't last much longer. You and the others are hauled back up onto your feet and guided outside, the bags are lifted off each of your heads and you become quickly acquainted with your new surroundings. The village of Glendenburg casts a dark shadow over the once proud English territories, what was once a fabled land of prosperity and trade has now seen far better days. The people, it's architecture and it's security are all ragged and weary looking. Tens of eyes from a gathered crowd watch you and the other captives as a couple militiamen walk you up to your noose and wrap it around your neck.

"O' nameless traitors, you are gathered here to be executed under the most treasonous crimes of them all.. Aiding the infernal hordes!" A man cloaked in green rags and steel armor proclaims to you and the crowd.

"Ser, if you would please just lis-OGH!" Exclaims the knightly prisoner, before he is interrupted with the pommel of a blade to his stomach. He crumples as close to the floor as he can before the noose around his neck begins choking him, foreshadowing the events to come.

"You will receive no luxury in these affairs, no last words, no loved ones to visit. You have all performed some of the greatest sins imaginable! May God deny you you're eternal rest" The militiaman yells, spitting on your foot as he finishes.

"Jag ska slita av era lemmar när jag kommer ut härifrån!" The monstrous northerner yells.

The militiaman signals for the executioner to pull the lever, as he does you all collectively drop. The rope around your neck causing you to stop abruptly mid fall and snap even more tightly around you, causing the air trapped in your lungs to not be able to escape.

You feel the blade calling, the pain coursing through your body causes your muscles to swell and your nether regions to soak, your eyes roll into the back of your head. As you feel your life slowly slipping away, an explosion is heard outside the towns walls.

>>6253245
Screaming can be heard as your vision starts fading into darkness.

"A bloody horde is here!" Proclaims one of the soldiers running for the gates.

The crowd that was once here all quickly run back into hiding as an army of monsters prepares to siege the defended town.

You jerk, twitch, and fight for more air, anything to give you a few more moments of experiencing this feeling. When it all feels as if you're about fully slip away into the dark cesspool of death, you get a burning thought in your mind.

>Tear apart your bondages

>Let out a blood curdling scream

>Try to pleasure yourself in your final few moments

>>6253250
>Let out a blood curdling scream

>>6253250
>Try to pleasure yourself in your final few moments

>>6253250
>Tear apart your bondages

We're stronger now in pain, but we could still die here. I wonder if the others got the other passives, though only madness or hatred would likely help them if their abilities are at all similar to ours.

>>6253250
>Let out a blood curdling scream

>>6253250
>Let out a blood curdling scream

>>6253250
>Let out a blood curdling scream

The stimulation is too much to handle between desperately fighting for the air around you and your body slowly losing the energy and will to fight. You let out a shrill, ear piercing cry expelling all the pent up lust and anger coursing through you. The other two being hung do nothing but look in your direction, too weak themselves to fight for much longer either. When you let out your scream, you're unsure of how but the foundation of the structure the nooses are built on begins to crack. You scream, shout, and cry some more cursing the heavens and the infernal beings for putting you in this position. Eventually, the noose and the station they're attached to buckle under the pressure and cave.

All three of you collapse on the floor, the only ones left in the square are you lot, everyone is either hiding or fighting for their lives against the horde. Far off beyond the crumbling safety of the gate and it's walls you can hear the sounds of steel clashing and the war horns sounding off on a very one sided battle as the militia is no doubt being slaughtered by the invaders.

The massive northerner takes huge gulps of air, his eyes dilated with nearly no white left visible, you can't make out what he's saying both because of the different language and the way he just never stops speaking to himself or to either of you.

When your face was first uncovered, the knightly seeming man was so calm and well tempered even in the face of his death, now his skin is as red as a tomato and he breathes through gritted teeth. The sounds of the distant battle produces a chuckle out of him and he immediately goes running to the gate.

In a nearby chest you can feel the haunting glow of the blade you once wielded, it's beckoning you to receive it once more. To pop open and free the blade from it's confinement.

>Attempt to speak to the northerner

>Obey the blades calling

>Try to catch up to the knight

>Get the fuck out of there

>>6253456
>Obey the blades calling

>>6253456
>>Obey the blades calling

>>6253456
>>Attempt to speak to the northerner

>Waste no time; head for the blade while speaking to the Northerner

Ok I'll blend the two choices.

>Roll a 1d20 to attempt reasoning with the huge tribal warrior

>DC is 16

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>6253511

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>6253511

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>6253511
Best of one, or what?

>>6253527
Best of 4

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>6253511

>Beckon the call
>Attempt to speak to the northener.. failed

The irresistible feeling beckons you closer to the chest, unable and unwilling to resist the temptation you pop open it's confinement and have it in your hands once again. Wielding the blade once more the methods of swordsmanship come back to you through muscle memory. The light weight and nimbleness of the unholy steel giving you a form of mental reassurance that it could cut through magic or steel like butter. You feel a calming sensation spread through every nerve in your body when you wield the unholy relic once more.

You take advantage of the moment your senses start coming back to you and scan your immediate area. The town known as Glendenburg carries a heavy and doomed aura with the attack going on, stumbling around town center is the giant man who was taken captive with you. It's probably no use speaking to him in your tongue but maybe he will understand hand gestures? You go up to him and take the chance.

When he hears you approaching from behind he stops briefly, still talking to himself this entire time up to now even when he turns around to face you. This beast is trapped in his own head.

"varför springer du inte iväg?" He asks.

You stand there dumbfounded, and before you have a second to respond he continues.

"為什麼不逃跑?" He asks again not even a few seconds later.

That wasn't the same language was it? No, it sounded completely different.

"Why are you not running away?" He asks you in your homelands tongue. The entirety of his eyes have been overtaken and hyper dilated, the whites aren't visible at all and are pitch black!

"What happene-" you're cut off by him.

"Foolish woman, not even in control of your own destiny. Your strings are being pulled Yuno, you are a pawn being guided along by others.." he pauses. "Run away, hell thief. Those attacking the town may kill me but you will not be so lucky, they will rape you many legions over before they kill you." He says before you have a chance to speak.

He continues on his way ignoring anything you say back to him after and resumes walking in circles. Seems like he wants nothing to do with you. The knight is gone, the battlefield seems much quieter save for the roars of the bold, mad knight who charged forward upon freedom. Just how is it he's still standing?

>Get the hell out of this place

>Go see what's happening beyond the gate

>>6253567
>Get the hell out of this place

We are a thief, watching battles is for chroniclers, participating in them, for warriors. Once the battle is over, we can pick the corpses clean, as is our custom.

>>6253567
>>Go see what's happening beyond the gate

We cannot dishonor the blade

>>6253567
>>Get the hell out of this place

>Get out of here

Not wanting to get caught up in the battle outside the gates, you decide to pack up what you can and leave. You're short supplied, very much so in fact. You're also mostly unfamiliar with these lands and to go out wandering aimlessly would surely deliver you a quick death. Do you stick around until the battle is over to loot the corpses and any buildings nearby for more survival supplies?

>Yes

>No

>>6253690
>>Yes

>>6253690
>>Yes

>>6253690
>Yes

>NO (GTFO)

>>6253690
>Yes

>>6253690
>No

>>6253690
>Yes
we might meet up with our former condemned again or at least pick through their belongings to see what is useful
>besides the slaughter is really getting us going isnt it?