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Completed King Arthur II : Katawa Legions
- Thread starter RK47
- Start date
Chapter 29: Just a little more...
Let them go in peace. Make sure you thank them for their assistance.
Very well, Septimus.
That leaves us with the Fomorian province.
We cannot negotiate with those kind. Prepare my army.
At once, milord.
The officers leave Septimus' quarters. Septimus rose from his seat and quietly makes his way to his wife's chambers. She stood there, eyes unblinking, towards the afternoon sky.
Naevia.
She turns around at the mention of her name and nods.
I'm leaving soon, my love.
Yes, Septimus.
Septimus gave her a farewell hug. He broke the hug to don his helmet, but was stopped by a sudden warm touch on his face.
Music: United We Stand
Naevia?
Her porcelain white fingers traces the contour of his face, before finally stopping on his right cheek. Silently, she undoes her black ribbon and ties it on Septimus' right wrist.
Septimus. Please, give this back to me.
Naevia...I...I shall return soon. Do not worry.
Septimus dons his helmet as they broke the kiss.
I promise we won't be apart once this is over.
The Sulla army marches onward...
Scores of demon-kin stands in their way. Three armies in all stands between them and complete control of Northern Britain.
Glory awaits us! Death welcomes them! CHARGE!
Sulla Heavy Cavalry prepares to ride towards the sides of the oncoming army as the flying talonkins were shot down from the skies.
They've got forest cover! Pull back and await my signal!
The Sulla Legion do as their told, the Undying Legion shrugging off the oncoming arrows with barely a shout of pain.
They're out of the forests! NOW! Advance!
The thundering hooves of the Sulla cavalry starts the finale.
Scores of demons in all shapes and sizes charges forth, only to be met with undying determination and steel.
Septimus' cold magic disabled scores at once.
The brave Publius Carbo leads the charge as well.
Storm rages, nullifying any archer advantages.
The Wolfbreed trasnforms as they defeated another infantry. Their beastial form gaining an increase of speed and ferocity.
The Balor army is swept aside.
That's one down. Two more to go. Send the assassins after the giant leader.
Alas, they've failed.
Doesn't matter. Let us attack!
Time is of the essence. Every 200 seconds spent, means an additional hell spawn emerge from the gates.
The Sulla army needs to cast away all caution and strike.
A dead man's crossing through the river, followed with a frontal assault.
Archers! OPEN FIRE! LEGIONS, FORM THE WALLS! DO NOT FALL BEHIND!
It was chaotic, the Sulla archers tried their best, but they simply could not deal with the winged beasts before they descend upon the archers themselves.
We're about to lose our archers.
It can't be helped. The giants are priority. Cavalry! INTERCEPT!
The three unit strong cavalry smashes at the advancing giants, but the massive foes remain standing. It will take a
while to overwhelm them.
Their archers are still alive! Drive swords through their heart!
Meanwhile, the flanking Celeres Light cavalry makes its way to seal the hell gates.
Good, now we grind our way to victory!
The Sulla archers are doomed.
Publius Carbo takes on the Giant leader.
Publius! Stand strong!
Septimus! We need something to deal with the archers!
I'm on it!
Gritting his teeth, Septimus grabs Hadrian's Wreath and invoked its terrible power of the Crimson Mist.
The engulfed demon archers fell dead in seconds.
The Sulla archers were wiped out. The winged beasts no longer have any soft flesh to devour. Septimus Sulla casts a freezing spell to shatter the remaining beasts before they can do more damage.
The Sulla army completely lost its archers in their second battle.
The Sullas are too deep within the enemy territory to retreat, and the third Balor army beckons.
This is it! We'll finish this here!
In the snowy plains, three Shadowy shrines will bear witness to the Balor's final charge.
We need to remove their archer advantage! I shall invoke the Crimson Mist!
The enemy rains lightning bolts as the Crimson Mist absorbs the Sulla's Magic Shield.
But the Dead Legion holds fast.
And the enemy is soon overwhelmed.
Well done, my Legion!
We've lost a lot of good men today. But we now hold the whole northern provinces.
Do not forget the threat of the Picts...we must return to Hadrian's Wall and gather our strength to meet them head on. This time, you will not fall, Septimus.
Yes, my friend. I shan't.
Winter passes, final preparations are made...
Yes, my Emperor.
Septimus tightened the black ribbon on his right wrist. He did not return to Eboracum after that Balor campaign, but surely Naevia would understand. There is much at stake here. Once the Picts are beaten back, he will always be by her side. Those blue eyes ...they will shine even brighter.
Milord.
Yes, Valerius?
They come.
Music: Strength of a Thousand Men
Commander, give me the word, and I shall charge with my retainers. The archers will then rain a thousand arrows upon my enemies, till none remains.
No. Publius, do not be reckless.
We've no choice Septimus! There's no end to their onslaught!
Emperor's Will preserve us.
Septimus. I hear you.
Scores of soldiers have given their lives here. Isn't that enough?
If that is the price of keeping the province safe...I offer my own blood.
No, that is madness! There has to be another way!
A body to inhabit?
You cannot win this without sacrifices! So CHOOSE! I will lead this war myself if I have to, or you will spill the blood of the innocents for the Greater Good!
...the price...is...
Septimus removes his helm and gaze at his surroundings, scores of his men, both mortal and ghosts held the line, just barely as waves and waves of Pict hordes crashed against their defenses. Another legion is trapped and is being decimated slowly by arrows and blades. Thousands more approach beyond the walls. His eyes caught sight of the black ribbon on his right wrist. He will have to choose. What will be his sacrifice?
Naevia...
The officers leave Septimus' quarters. Septimus rose from his seat and quietly makes his way to his wife's chambers. She stood there, eyes unblinking, towards the afternoon sky.
She turns around at the mention of her name and nods.
Septimus gave her a farewell hug. He broke the hug to don his helmet, but was stopped by a sudden warm touch on his face.
Music: United We Stand
Her porcelain white fingers traces the contour of his face, before finally stopping on his right cheek. Silently, she undoes her black ribbon and ties it on Septimus' right wrist.
Septimus dons his helmet as they broke the kiss.
The Sulla army marches onward...
Scores of demon-kin stands in their way. Three armies in all stands between them and complete control of Northern Britain.
Sulla Heavy Cavalry prepares to ride towards the sides of the oncoming army as the flying talonkins were shot down from the skies.
The Sulla Legion do as their told, the Undying Legion shrugging off the oncoming arrows with barely a shout of pain.
The thundering hooves of the Sulla cavalry starts the finale.
Scores of demons in all shapes and sizes charges forth, only to be met with undying determination and steel.
Septimus' cold magic disabled scores at once.
The brave Publius Carbo leads the charge as well.
Storm rages, nullifying any archer advantages.
The Wolfbreed trasnforms as they defeated another infantry. Their beastial form gaining an increase of speed and ferocity.
The Balor army is swept aside.
Time is of the essence. Every 200 seconds spent, means an additional hell spawn emerge from the gates.
The Sulla army needs to cast away all caution and strike.
A dead man's crossing through the river, followed with a frontal assault.
It was chaotic, the Sulla archers tried their best, but they simply could not deal with the winged beasts before they descend upon the archers themselves.
The three unit strong cavalry smashes at the advancing giants, but the massive foes remain standing. It will take a
while to overwhelm them.
Meanwhile, the flanking Celeres Light cavalry makes its way to seal the hell gates.
The Sulla archers are doomed.
Publius Carbo takes on the Giant leader.
Gritting his teeth, Septimus grabs Hadrian's Wreath and invoked its terrible power of the Crimson Mist.
The engulfed demon archers fell dead in seconds.
The Sulla archers were wiped out. The winged beasts no longer have any soft flesh to devour. Septimus Sulla casts a freezing spell to shatter the remaining beasts before they can do more damage.
The Sulla army completely lost its archers in their second battle.
The Sullas are too deep within the enemy territory to retreat, and the third Balor army beckons.
In the snowy plains, three Shadowy shrines will bear witness to the Balor's final charge.
The enemy rains lightning bolts as the Crimson Mist absorbs the Sulla's Magic Shield.
But the Dead Legion holds fast.
And the enemy is soon overwhelmed.
Winter passes, final preparations are made...
Septimus tightened the black ribbon on his right wrist. He did not return to Eboracum after that Balor campaign, but surely Naevia would understand. There is much at stake here. Once the Picts are beaten back, he will always be by her side. Those blue eyes ...they will shine even brighter.
Music: Strength of a Thousand Men
Septimus removes his helm and gaze at his surroundings, scores of his men, both mortal and ghosts held the line, just barely as waves and waves of Pict hordes crashed against their defenses. Another legion is trapped and is being decimated slowly by arrows and blades. Thousands more approach beyond the walls. His eyes caught sight of the black ribbon on his right wrist. He will have to choose. What will be his sacrifice?
Brother None
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EEEEPIICCCCC.
I say sacrifice Septimus. He wasn't meant to be alive anyway.
I say sacrifice Septimus. He wasn't meant to be alive anyway.
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Are we past the option to sacrifice people from Caracalla province? 
If so, then Sheptimus seems to be an hero type - I say go with sacrificing himself.
Bonus r00fle points if after possession the emperor sacrifices people anyway.
If so, then Sheptimus seems to be an hero type - I say go with sacrificing himself.
Bonus r00fle points if after possession the emperor sacrifices people anyway.
Whispers of Sorrow
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That's a tough one...
But he doesn't seem the type to break a promise to his wife. And unleashing the Emps does seem like the worst option. So... sacrifice random victims I suppose.
But he doesn't seem the type to break a promise to his wife. And unleashing the Emps does seem like the worst option. So... sacrifice random victims I suppose.
Yeah, Maximus Decimus Meridius Septimus Sulla will do whatever he can to be reunited with the woman he loves. Sacrifice the peons.
Fuck Hadrian and his commands, he is clearly without honor. Sulla is the true emperor! Gather people for the sacrifice!
Final Chapter: The Final Sacrifice
Music: Undying Love
If that is the price of victory, then so be it. Give me a moment.
You are making the right choice, Septimus...
Publius!
Yes, milord!
Septimus unbind the black ribbon on his right wrist. It took him several attempts, but he finally succeeded on removing the small little significant thing.
What are you doing, Septimus?
Give this back to Naevia. Tell her I am sorry.
W-what?
Promise me that you'll do it!
Septimus presses the ribbon hard on Publius' open palm, only letting go when his comrade tighten his grip around it.
I'll do it. But I swear you will not fall this day, Septimus!
I won't, I'll die standing.
So, you've made your choice...
This life of mine was lost and returned to me once by you...I owe you a debt, and it's time I repay it.
Very well, Septimus! Close your eyes and begin the ritual!
Well done, Septimus! You are worthy!
So this is my final battle...
Legions, rally me!
Dark beasts pours forth from the north, threatening Eboracum once more. We've beaten them back in the past, yet still they come...
This time, they will not return! We will purge their pitiful existence from our land and seal Hadrian's Wall in the name of Emperor!
I, Septimus Sulla, will hold the line! Publius, Valerius! Secure the Caracalla's keep! Now!
Your will be done! Legions! Attack!
Come! Witness the might of Sulla!
Fall! My Legions, you've sacrificed enough! Stand back and I shall protect you! Archers, do not hesitate! FIRE UPON ME!
What is Septimus doing? He's too reckless!
We need to hurry if we want to come to his aid, the giants have already broken past the keep's front door!
This is nothing! More!
MORE I say!
Quickly, finish them off!
The Colossus! It's moving!
Good! Now we go to Septimus!
A second wave of the Picts come, this time they've brought archers, and some spilled forth, ignoring Septimus completely.
Flying beasts descend upon the Sulla archers, tearing them apart.
You will pay for that! CRIMSON MIST!
Septimus, we're coming!
The momentum of the Colossus and cavalry charge paved the way for victory, the tides are turning!
Hundreds, no thousands of Picts lay dead at Septimus' feet as he cleaved one after another, drenching himself in the blood of his enemies! The darkness is cleansed before him, only a lone enemy commander charged at the Sulla army.
The last of the savages is swallowed by the Undying Legion, the Wall is safe, the Legion is victorious!
We've done it...
Septimus felt his consciousness slipping away, his vision grew darker by the moments as he toss away his arms. He gazed at his blood-soaked hands as he drew his last breath.
Naevia...I'm sorry, my love. My hands...are too stained to hold you.
The last sensation he felt was a slap on his bloodied back.
I told you I shan't let you fall!
All hail Septimus Sulla! All hail!
All hail the Emperor of New Rome!
ALL HAIL-
The Legions cheered as one...yet when their Emperor did not acknowledge them at the fifth cheer, they stopped.
Septimus?
No...
This cannot be...
Publius called his Emperor's name once more...and burst into tears when it came to naught. New Rome has lost its Emperor at its greatest hour.
Music: Undying Love
Septimus unbind the black ribbon on his right wrist. It took him several attempts, but he finally succeeded on removing the small little significant thing.
Septimus presses the ribbon hard on Publius' open palm, only letting go when his comrade tighten his grip around it.
A second wave of the Picts come, this time they've brought archers, and some spilled forth, ignoring Septimus completely.
Flying beasts descend upon the Sulla archers, tearing them apart.
The momentum of the Colossus and cavalry charge paved the way for victory, the tides are turning!
Hundreds, no thousands of Picts lay dead at Septimus' feet as he cleaved one after another, drenching himself in the blood of his enemies! The darkness is cleansed before him, only a lone enemy commander charged at the Sulla army.
The last of the savages is swallowed by the Undying Legion, the Wall is safe, the Legion is victorious!
Septimus felt his consciousness slipping away, his vision grew darker by the moments as he toss away his arms. He gazed at his blood-soaked hands as he drew his last breath.
The last sensation he felt was a slap on his bloodied back.
The Legions cheered as one...yet when their Emperor did not acknowledge them at the fifth cheer, they stopped.
Publius called his Emperor's name once more...and burst into tears when it came to naught. New Rome has lost its Emperor at its greatest hour.
Guess you shouldn't have trusted the skull 
Brother None
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You are so ridiculously good at LPs, RK47, That was epic. Well-written. Salute!
Pretty bad ending though. Guess we picked wrong. Or is every ending pretty much bad?
Pretty bad ending though. Guess we picked wrong. Or is every ending pretty much bad?
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Welp, that ending didn't make much sense, except 'herp derp game needed a bad ending'. What's with Hadrian's grimdark villainious tyranny? Oh, well...
Anyway, quality LP, as always. Any plans for the rest of KA2? I'm guessing sometime after the majestic ME3 LP, but hey, if you start KA2 before ME3 and just put it on pause for the latter, I'm sure no one will hold it against you.
Anyway, quality LP, as always. Any plans for the rest of KA2? I'm guessing sometime after the majestic ME3 LP, but hey, if you start KA2 before ME3 and just put it on pause for the latter, I'm sure no one will hold it against you.
Spoiler - it's not Hadrian.
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*gasp*
Hmm, alrighty then.
Curious: do the consequences of that possessed knight's curse come up anywhere in the game, or was that just flavour text?
I guess this ending made much more sense, the other one being Septimus being consumed by insanity from sacrificing so much.
Demon curse - nah, flavor text. (I think)
There is also a quest I did not undertake - the Alliance with Balor Kingdom to destroy the Sentinels. It never came up cause I wiped out the Sentinels so quickly.
Demon curse - nah, flavor text. (I think)
There is also a quest I did not undertake - the Alliance with Balor Kingdom to destroy the Sentinels. It never came up cause I wiped out the Sentinels so quickly.
Kashmir Slippers
Magister
You make actually playing the games not nearly as fun, RK47. This was brilliant.
While it's temping to LP King Arthur II, I felt I must hold myself back. It's a little bit much to proceed at this point. I must admit the challenge in the game is kinda low for 'Normal' difficulty. I'm more worried with Roxor impression with the campaign. When I guessed that the whole 'narrow focus' of the story turns the whole battles into 'game throws Walls that the player must smash through one by one', he agreed with it completely; I guess I wasn't too far off the mark. And that lowers my enthusiasm somewhat. Septimus tale carried the game forward. I'm not sure how the main campaign would grab me or the reader's attention since the 'canon' ending was the Good monarch - with Lancelot being the major knights.
Heads up: the King Arthur games are currently 75% off on steam. About 3 hours to go on this offer. 
That's my Cunning Plan as well. But 5€ for KA2 had me. So I bought that and Dead Legions both. M:
Luzur
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and now i need to see the other endings, but no one has uploaded them in youtube.
SymbolicFrank
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The King Arthur collection is on sale on Steam for 7.50 Euro. Worth it?
laclongquan
Arcane
People doesnt mention KA series much these days, even here at Codex.
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