tl:dr GOD WILLS IT

o lawd is dat sum medieval S.T.A.L.K.E.R trench-warfare?

ALLAH AKBAR

Is this sum religious WWI?

Cool beans.

The Song of Roland is the most popular tale exchanged in Greater Christendom at the moment.

The tale of the famous knight of Charlemagne, his last moments attempting to preserve his lord's life- only to fail in the face of the pagan hordes appeals well to the feelings of the petty heirs to the Western Roman Empire. The False Church frowns on this, Leo the 3rd feeling that it encourages defeatism.

One needs only look at the acres of land lost along the Pyrenees to see that victory was Pyrrhic at best.

The Emperor then, Basil the First, at the sight of our ancient enemies spreading their reach into Spain sought to take advantage of the chaos, sending some of our young scholars with gifts of weapons to the Lord of Ariège, confident that the tide might be turned.

They are an inventive people, the Franks. And the interception of some of the devices by the Khalifah did not help matters.

Peace is there only by merit that the only nation winning and benefiting from this conflict is ancient Hades. A twilight hellscape burned and poisoned by the greatest minds of our generation.

They say that the greater part of the land has been so saturated by bleach and chemical, that the ammonia in urine gives rise to caustic clouds of poison.

I hear word that a crusade is being called. Jerusalem is the target.

Heaven help them.

GET OUT OF HERE CRUSADER

>>3938847

I have to know what this is now.

>>3940626
Sometimes, people on /tg/ write things for no reason other than it was an idea in their head and they thought it was original and what the Hell /tg/ was right there so go for it.

>>3940637

Then there is only this;

OP: CONTINUE.

>>3940647
I'm... I'm not sure where I could go with this.

I've already miserably let an idea die tonight that I thought was pretty good, and I have classes tomorrow.

I can try, but it'll just end badly.

>>3940626
Some time ago, a bot was released to lurk and troll on /tg/ and only now it approaches a measure of coherence. Watch for the day it becomes intelligent.

>>3940653

Fear not, friend inspirator. We can help... kind of.

As far as I can tell, the Middle Ages has a biblical-scale chemical freakout and it sparks some manner of Crusades because, well, everyone thinks the world's turned into Hell.

>>3939084

>Charlemagne

...

FUCK ME well all I would do without this is play Empire: Total War

I know the songs of the Hashmallim.

I hear their heavenly chorus from here, high in our side of the Pyrenees. They have constructed an especial alcazaba here, for me and the rest of the philosophers. We all stand out at the terrace, to stare beyond to the Frankish lands.

It should be cold here. And it is, at times. Then, we hear the whistles of the Hashmallim, and feel the hot breath of angels sweep over us.

I was once far from here. Far, far to the East. I was born among the Turks, and I can feel the slight of the others, that the Arabs must withstand not only Moors and Berbers, but the presence of a barbaric Turk- but I care not.

I thought I had found Allah in numbers. That in the grace of that universal certainty, that I saw the steps to the road to Paradise inside of a dingy cottage with paper and ink and my own mind.

But now?

The others go up, wearing the especial masks made by the people of Al-Andalus. I once did that too. Even with those on, you catch the terrible scent, your eyes water, your throat starts to burn. Allah does not wish me to close my eyes. Allah wishes for me to see.

I stand there, at the balcony, with the others. They attempt to measure, to write, to draw in clumsy leather gloves. How could Adam know good and evil by only seeing the fruit before him? One must smell, feel, taste the gifts of God.

I hear their shock and alarm as I break free of my fetters. The Hashmallim. I see them, drifting clouds.

I am burnt without fire. I am blinded without light. Beautiful.

>I am burnt without fire. I am blinded without light. Beautiful.

I liked that.

Am I a faggot?

>>3941274
>>3939084
>>3940762

you must continue this work as your goal in life, OP

if not for yourself then for us

>>3941314
Man, I think you're the only one that cares for it. Thanks though. There's no way it'll work, but it'll be one more thing in the back of mind for me to peck at in hopes of not forgetting it when I'm bankrupt and a bum.

>>3941344

Well, there are at least two of us who like it, being as I'm not >>3941314

It is time once again to discuss Hotaru's Law.

Hotaru's Law is the same as Odin's but the only difference is that it is HOTARU'S. Hotaru honors the chosen dead warriors who have honored her by spilling blood and killing on the damned battlefields. These chosen few, mostly of Nordic descent, shall enter the Gates of Valhalla. Hotaru is a Fascist and Hotaru will tolerate none of that faggot communism, Liberalism, or Democracy. To die with your boots on honors Hotaru. Everytime you life a mug of Mead to your lips you must show gratitude to Hotaru and Odin. Hotaru tolerates no cowards. To die is but gain, for a Warrior's Fate gains you Valhalla. Hotaru demands that the strong rule the weak and destroy the undermen. When the Northern winds blow, you can feel Hotaru's cold breath and hear her voice on the wind. She promises glory and victory.

Submit to Hotaru's Will.

Hotaru is Valkyrie to all chosen warriors.

Her Celtic Hair, her Nordic Eyes. The fiery spirit that consumes her.

She is become Death, destroyer of worlds. Ragnarok rests in her fingertips. Deny her, Blaspheme her, she will endure.

Hail the New Dawn

Hotaru demands Devotion to her Holy Fascist cause.

Throw off the shackles of Communism, Left Wing Lies, and Democracy. Angels from Hell watch over all of Hotaru's Chosen. The Mighty Screaming Horde of Valkyries.

For Hotaru I'll say it, Mein Ehre Heisst Treue.

Hotaru Ist Leben

I ask you....Are you really so happy with your goddamned Democracy or your fucking Communism?

Don't you ever yearn for more and better? Don't you ever want Fascism?

Hotaru promises good times ahead. Strength and cruelty in battle, Honor and Blood in peace.

Hotaru roams the Universe like it were crossing the street.

The streets will burn with the Holy Fire of Hotaru's Law. Oh Jackbooted Kaiserin...MY LIFE FOR YOU!!

Hotaru ist Leben.

Blood to you all.

>>3941395
Alright, what the fuck is an old /k/ troll doing here?

>>3941370
bawwww

How about I try to write a book about it?

Might as well try, anyone have a map of Europe at about 800 AD?

bump

This thread... this is some very awesome writefaggotry. That, and then there's >>3941395. Where the hell did that come from, anyway.

Chemical crusade is a great idea though, misguided and fanatical people dabbling with what we know commonly today, but they only vaguely grasp their dangers. An endless meatgrinder - or, rather, vat of acid - that swallows men by the thousands at the command of gods.

Battlefield Jerusalem, trenches, redoubts and clay granades with angelic breath contained within, burning the skin of pagans from their flesh. Five hundred children, no older than ten will stage an attack on the left flank today, so the rest of us won't be burned by the greek fire during our charge. Zero hour at first light. In the name of God, amen.

Some thoughts;

Cavalry would become unfeasible due to the chemical contaminations, so that could be a contributor to trench warfare. See also: crushing depression, etc. Expect "before the horses died" to be a time marker for reference.

Well remember that at Tours, in an odd case of battle, the Franks were able to defeat several heavy cavalry charges by compacting themselves into a sheildwall formation and standing tight, killing their commander. On another note, I would see a return to artillery-weapons like carroballistae as well.

Bump

Papal Bulla 812 (As translated from latin)

In this year, eight hundred and twelve years after the death and ascension of our Lord, Jesus Christ, the Agent of Heaven on Earth issues this decree, having been communicated to him by the Almighty God:

First proviso, that in war against the pagan, the infidel, and all the myriad agents of Satan and enemies of Christendom, that to serve in this Great Undertaking, one may be forgiven of all their Earthly sins, before and during the undertaking of the crusade SO LONG AS the sins in question do not serve to sabotage the Great Undertaking.

Proviso the Second, those weapons odious against Christians (Crossbows, quicklime, deathgas, Greek fire, etcetera) are hereby allowed to be used outside of Christendom's soil, upon the already tainted ground of the pagan, EXCEPT in sites most Holy and Beloved by God (The Church of Bethlehem, the Manger, Mount Zion, Golgotha).

Provisio the Third, due to the uncleanliness associated with the production of the weapons of alchemical warfare Mother Church will NO LONGER permit the propagation of further sites to create these abominations; forthwith, limepits, poison kilns, and crossbow shops are forbidden from being ten leagues near holy ground!

Deus vult.

Last chance.

LE FUCKING BUMP

Needs more alchemical metaphors.

I suppose that might be more the domain of the Mohammedans, though.

>>3946915
Have any handy dandy online alchemical guide?

All is going well for the defenders of Christendom untill the dreaded Moving Fortress of Al Andalus is sent against them. Impervious to fire and acid, with balistarias allowing infidels inside to launch volleys of arrows without fear of reprise.

The noble call of battle is dead, resting fitfully in a grave dug by the hands of poisoners, magicians, and opportunistic Jews. Our kings, the men that claim divine right, who speak of their desire to protect Christ and continue Rome's glory sequester themselves with perfumed merchants and reeking alchemists, dreaming of new nightmares to put on the battlefield.

Once, war was a test of man against man, where those purest of heart, strongest of arm, and bravest in spirit would win.

Now?

Now where once shining lance and sword glittered under the sun, ranks arranging themselves, the soft noise of whinnying horses punctuating the air, before the thunder of a charge and the victorious screams of battle; there is clanking ranks of huddled rubber, ranks holding vast lines of sheep gut filled with vile poison- these are the soldiers that replace the flower of chivalry?

My horse, I lost him, my, my fair Cirrus. I fought at the gates of Genoa, when King Louis made a bid to try to unite the land- accursed fish fucking Italians, there we were- lined up. Ready to charge.

They came out. Not even with spears. Just those bloody hoses. The gas...

It's not war anymore. Now it's just men trying to corral each other. Pissing on the Earth, fouling it forever, making the other man trip into mud that burns. Oh my horse, my horse. The mask. Those bloody, fucking, Italians.

There are no more knights. There are no more soldiers. Just rats, each trying to lure the other into their vile traps first.

God help us all.

Dear Christ almighty, /tg/, this is magnificent. Bravo anon, consider this notepaded. I will mention you whenever I use this for whatever I make from this.

Maybe those guys would have done better if they had pseudonatural templates applied to them. I wonder what that would have looked like.

>>3947994
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM

>>3941274

No.

This whole thread is Awesome

Pic related.

>>3948015

"This is my new campaign mates. Think World War I crossed with the crusades and some bio-warfare thrown in as well. (that'd be my first thought addition). I got the main idea off of /tg/ from some brilliant motherfucker and ran with it like the dirty thief I am. Let's make some horrorstory grimdark warfare possible romance awesome.

This is a good thread, seriously. We need some more.

>>3948135
oh okay thanks though the big WALLS O' TEXT are the only things that are mine, the little entries are other very awesome and nice anons.

My family has been running for as long as I remember.

Sometimes, the ghetto was not large enough. Sometimes, a terrible thing occurred and we were conveniently blamed for it. Sometimes the locals just failed to like us. Sometimes my father was too good a trader for them.

I had lived in nine different towns by the time of my Bar Mitzvah.

Then the horses died, and no place was safe any more along the Moor Border, for Jew and Gentile alike. Not from the Poison.

My mother fell into a pool of acid when I was fifteen; barely a bone of her remained for the funeral. My father became something less than living after that, exhausted and sick and wroth at this world of stupidity. He took his own life when I was sixteen.

I took over my father's business, and kept running.

I found a proper girl to marry, of raven black hair and fair skin, and took her away. She bore me two beautiful children that brought us joy, but did not deserve the punishment of living in this poisoned land. "God will deliver us all," the rabbis had always said; but where? The Poison is everywhere.

Now I hear voices outside my home. They come for us with torches and pitchforks and those blasted crossbows. They are afraid, like us, of the Poison, and they want to take the rubber I sell.

But I know them. They are the same people I have been running away from all my life: those who hate us for being of the People, those who think we bring about all evil and abomination, those who honestly believe we created the Poison. In a way, they are right: Man created the Poison, and now dies to it.

I am done running. My sword is over the table, unsheathed and ready; my Rebecca is bringing the footman's axe to the hall; my children stand in the doorway, brandishing twin daggers.

We are lucky. The Poison will not have us.

>>3948522
That's a good idea.

Rubber, imported and used by the Jews to sell as a way to keep people safe from the horrible chemical warfare being put to use around them.

It would require some route to Brazil (Unless there was some other rubber tree source that might conceivably be discovered).

Those mysterious Granadan masks might now have a better reason behind them. Hmm.

>>3948577
Is there anyway rubber could be artificially made? This world has super alchemy already, so it wouldn't stretch things too much, I think.

Of course, you can always have a route to the Americans and "Endboss: Mesoamerican leaders messing up with Europe before staging a massive invasion" , but I'd keep things Europe and Middle East centric.

And last bump from me for the night. This thread better be up when I wake. Is it archived yet?

>>3948613
There are a variety of synthetic rubbers- it wouldn't be impossible for some processes to be perfected. And with the Jews serving as the medium of trade between the Christians and the Muslims, it would not be inconceivable that they start getting a stereotype as the rubber providers.

Mesoamerica...We'll leave them out. It's still six centuries before Columbus historically set out, and I think that miring Europe in chemical warfare is enough historical tweaking.

>>3948644
>>3948634
Gleeeee! More WWI arts.

Thankee kindly.

>>3948613
>artificial rubber
>stretch things too much

What you did there, I see it.

>>3948657
No dude. Leave them out of the main campaign/story, yeah, but make them the "OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE/JUST AS PLANNED" endboss. Turns out the whole chemical warfare thing was through their manipulation so that THEY could invade Europe (instead of the other way around). Cue Aztecs with flamethrowers.

>>3949149
>Indigo Prophecy

Fuck that.

>>3949149
Forget the flamethrowers. They have catapults with pots full of bees. BEEEEEEEEES!

So the Byzantine Empire is now making cash off of chemical production and selling it to everyone else?

It won't stop raining.

God why won't it stop raining?

The trench is flooded. Horace drowned in a mud pit this morning, he was the third to go that way this week. I don't think I will live much longer here, if the gas, mud, disease does not get me then one of those Muslim scimitars will. I am dead already. My weapon has not left my hand since we were sent here. Its scabbard is pocked with the effects of the rain. Any water here is undrinkable. Do you remember how we used to drink from the river as children? Such a thing is not possible here. The rivers are clogged with bodies. Poison

As I write, the catapults are launching the canisters of Greek Fire at the enemy's trenches. Soon the horn will sound and we will charge.

I think this letter will be my last.

>>3949205
Wait, what? What does that game have to do with anything?

anyone feel like archiving this?

>>3950242
suptg, google it. Archive. Next time, try it yourself.

Looks like somebody added it to suptg and hadn't posted to the thread yet.

Neverending Crusade was the name I came up which is a damn sight better IMO than " World War I Crusades".

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/3938847

I was thinking that with the male populace being swallowed by warfare and the Poison, women would take traditionally male roles in society if only because there's no one else to do the job.

Female city guards, scholars, artisans, etc.

Shameless bump.