As the slave convoy passes, a ragtag band of fifty soldiers enter through the gates, bearing General Burke, badly wounded, on one of their few horses. The shell-shocked lieutenant leading the group stutters in his speech as he is interrogated by the Royal Guard at the gate.
"W-we thought they were dead! There was only a hundred of them left! G-G-General B-Burke... he smashed Sauron's SKULL! We shot the prisoners! And then..."
"They all got back up. It's like the bullets passed through them! There were eighty-four of us left, and they stood back up!"
"Who got back up, Lieutenant?"
"A-All of them sir. The 100 prisoners and Sauron both. We're the only ones left. Just us fifty."
"And you expect me to believe he and his 100 men killed thirty-two of our best trained and altered men?"
"Well, sir, if anyone else shows up, then you can shoot me. But nobody else got out alive."
"Alright then, son. But what about Sauron? Can we still bring him down?"
"Gone, sir. We grabbed the general and got out of there, and we turned around to look and they were gone. Nothing left but bodies rotting in the sun."
[spoiler]Going AFK cause I need to sleep.[/spoiler]
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Lol mind reacting this kek?
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Or at least altering it so it fits?
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OH right sorry! Was busy ha ha.
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Bump of Revolution
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Bump of freedom for the downtrodden
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Bump of really you haven't realized that a hundred people who should have been dead got back up and took on an army of fifteen hundred and left only fifty to evacuate their commander and tell the tale?
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Not when you assume that the force that attacked you is much much smaller and composed of surgically and arcanely altered humans. You make my character flimsy as to buckle under the raw assumptions and careless mistakes you sometimes make. Clear it up with me next time you jack my characters.
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Well I object to being murdered on the field, so please clear that with me as well. Other than that, we won't have any problems, and neither of us will have to do any char-jacks.
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I crushed [i]something.[/i] I never said it was your skull and I fell asleep before I could ask what you wanted to do. Also, I remember you saying killing him was preferred, so I left it up to you.
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Oh. Well I assumed he was dead and you were non-responsive, so I played a trump card. I can retcon the entire sequence if you had a differing objective in mind.
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It's alright, I guess. The fact that there's fifty of them now is good for when they become a boss fight, but to clear it up: there was 84 to begin.
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Ah. I assumed they were a far larger chattel force, seeing as your empire is rather large and slave-based.