Embark on a journey to the heart of Veridonia, an empire shrouded in tradition and mystique. The Golden Throne stands as the symbol of power, yet beneath its gilded exterior lies a realm of political intricacies and hidden secrets, waiting to be unveiled. In a world where politics, intrigue, and war are the norm, you must navigate your way through the complex web of alliances and enemies that surround you. This game is for those who love adventure, drama, and intrigue. It is a game where every decision matters and every outcome are different. It is a game where you can shape the fate of an empire and make history.
“Dive into the epic world of ‘The Golden Throne’ with its first book, ‘Crown of Conquest’. A journey you won’t forget!”
In the vast continent of Veridonia, a great empire stands on the brink of uncertainty. Emperor Varian III, the revered ruler who has led his empire with wisdom and strength for decades, finds himself facing a devastating reality.
As his health deteriorates, the absence of a suitable heir threatens to plunge the entire continent into chaos and ignite a destructive war between the kingdoms. Now, facing his own mortality, the emperor grapples with the realization that his thriving nation could crumble without a clear successor.
News of the Emperor’s failing health spreads like wildfire, reigniting ancient rivalries. The various kingdoms, each vying for power and control, sense an opportunity to assert their authority. Fear murmurs within the hearts of the people, and trepidation blankets the land.
Whispers of an impending civil war pervade the corridors of power, and tension begins to mount as rival factions strategize and secretly forge alliances in anticipation of the emperor’s demise. Drawing upon an elite advisory council, composed of trusted ministers, scholars, and military strategists, the emperor endeavours to explore all possible avenues to secure a peaceful transition of power.
Noble houses assert their claims to the throne, while whispers of treachery and deceit echo through the corridors of the imperial palace. A sense of urgency fills the air, as the emperor’s condition deteriorates, and time becomes the most precious commodity.
As the final days of the asserting claims and authority draw near, a solution begins to emerge from the chaos. King Aric, the king in the north, your/MC’s father, emerged victorious, chosen as the heir to the Golden Throne. In this epic tale of power, loyalty, and betrayal, will you succeed in helping your father preserving the legacy of his predecessor, or will Veridonia descend into a dark age of war and destruction? Are you ready to claim your destiny? Will you follow your father’s footsteps and become a worthy successor to the throne? Or will you carve your own path and challenge the established order? The fate of a continent hangs in the balance, and only time will tell. This is the thrilling saga of “Crown of Conquest”.
A rich and immersive setting inspired by real medieval history, culture, and geography.
A branching storyline with multiple endings and consequences based on your choices and actions.
A customizable character with four different personality options and various traits that define your skills and abilities.
A dynamic stat system that reflects your character’s growth and development throughout the game.
A diverse cast of characters with their own backgrounds, motivations, and agendas.
You can befriend, romance, or antagonize them depending on your choices.
Violence and Gore: The game frequently depicts gory, brutal battles and graphic acts of violence.
Frightening/Intense Scenes: There are many intense scenes that can be frightening for some readers.
Graphic Deaths: Characters often meet violent, graphic ends.
Torture Scenes: There are scenes depicting torture.
Sexual Content: There will be many scenes with sexual acts.
Dark Humor: The game contains dark humor, which may be unsettling or offensive to some viewers.
Sadistic Behavior: Some characters exhibit sadistic behavior which can be disturbing.
Substance Abuse: Characters are shown consuming alcohol excessively.
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Author's note: part 3 of Cedric's saga. Prev. Next.
tagged: @egrets-not-regrets
warnings: character death, graphic wound descriptions, canon-typical violence
Summary: Rescuing Civilians doesn't always go well.
Cedric loses a civilian patient, despite his best efforts ):
“Soooo, do you think that we will be able to find something interesting on this mission?” Dessias asked as a small lifted the corners of his lips up a little.
Rodron shrugged before he answered “ Who knows? Last couple of missions, we were stuck on the black lines doing clean up. Fuck, I hope that we are able to get some actually interesting combat in this time.”
Angrald rolled his eyes and pointed out “None of us have yet to earn our armor, Although from what I heard if we survive these next few battles, I think we may earn them soon. We've got to prove ourselves to our older brothers.”
“I know that, Angi… I hope to be able to continue to impress Brother Imeldis.” Dessias sighed, fidgeting a little with the butt of his bolter.
Cedric gently bumped his shoulder into his red-headed brother “You're consistently the best shot in our Aspirant squad, and you're able to pin all but Sevros and Dovo on the mats four out of five times in spars.”
Sevros - who had been dozing a little, looked over at the three of them and asked through a stretch-and-yawn "What's going on? I'm pretty sure that I heard my name."
"Angi's feeling a little uncertain." Dessias responded promptly, dodging Angrald's half-hearted swat. "What? It's true, though I don't know why. You're an excellent, dutiful brother."
Sevros hummed again and reached over to Angrald, putting him into a headlock, ruffling the shorter Astartes-aspirant's buzz-cut hair with a grin "Have faith in yourself, little brother! The rest of us do."
Angrald grumbled wordlessly as he tried to escape the choke-hold "Hey! You're what, three months older than I am, at most? That doesn't really count! And you all are right. I was just having a... A moment of uncertainty is all."
"We are in training, and so far have proven ourselves to our older brothers." Dovo pointed out "I may be the sergeant of the squad, but you're our best tactician, Angrald. I know that Dessias, Sevros and I wouldn't be in this pod, had you not spotted the psyker-bomb that the knife-ears left for some unfortunate soul to stumble into and get killed by. You were also the one who disarmed it safely."
Angrald nods, a small smile having lifted the corners of his lips a little "... True enough."
Dovo nods, before looking out the small window that was placed in the drop pod, squinting through the thick, frosted-over glass "We're going to make planetfall soon. In the name of the name of the god-emperor, we will reclaim this world from the knife-ears and the green-skins!"
Cedric, along with the rest of the squad shouted in response, eager to join in the battle "IN THE NAME OF THE GOD-EMPEROR, WE WILL RECLAIM THIS WORLD!"
~
The days and nights blended one into the next. Shoot at anything that wasn't a brother. Dodge return fire. Check to make sure that none of his brothers had gotten shot. Sprint to the next bit of cover while the others provided suppressing fire. Check through a burned and blasted out civilian village for any survivors.
Give a quick prayer that the dead he finds have already returned to the side of the God-emperor and bask in his light. Double check each room of the small houses and apartment buildings.
Set on fire any heretical messages or altars.
Rinse and repeat until this particular village was cleared, before moving onto the next, while trying to kill as many orcs and drukhari as possible.
Over and over again.
"Are there any Imperial Citizens trapped in this house? Please call out or make noise if you are alive." Dessias called out, just loud enough to carry throughout the small house the six of them had shoved their way into. The door had been barricaded with a bunch of furniture, and bore recent signs of life, so there was a possibility that someone was actually still here, taking shelter.
Or it was a Drukhari trap, or some tiny green skins were cowardly trying to hide from the righteous extermination they faced for daring to oppose the will of the god-emperor.
"H-Hello? Are... Are we rescued, finally? Praise be the god-emperor! We are in the basement, the door is hidden by a large rug. Please come help us, my father got shot by one of the invaders while trying to get food and he's not doing well." A young voice called out from beneath the stairs.
Rodron immediately started to head for the only rug in the room, but Dovo held up a hand, shaking his head silently, before hand-signing to the group [Check for traps]
Dessias, Angrald and Sevros silently signed back in understanding and began to check for any traps - while it was possible that these were truly civilians, this could easily be a knife-eared trap... And even if they were civilians it could be a trap anyways. The new scars on Rodron's arms were a testament to the cruel genius of the knife-ears.
Still, there was no need to worry potential civilians who needed evacuation - nor, conversely, was Cedric going to let the possible knife-ears be tipped off to them being wise to such a trap. "We are coming to rescue you, yes. You said that your father is injured? I am an Apothecary..." This world was one of the less advanced worlds, what was another word for Apothecary in such worlds? Oh, right! "A healer. Do you know where your father was shot? Are you hurt or sick? What's your name? I'm Cedric."
"It's an honor to meet you, Healer Cedric. I'm Lilliius. I'm seven and my papa is currently sleeping. He's got a really nasty burn on his chest, and cuts along his arms. I tried to help papa as best I could, but..." Lillius explained, their voice wavering a little in distress.
"There's only so much you can do to help your papa in the basement. Well, my brothers are coming to help you and your papa out of the basement. We're just making sure it's safe to do so." Cedric explained with a small smile. Dessias, ANgrald and Sevros signed [All clear.]
Dovo nodded and signed back [Good. Sevros, open the door. Angrald and Dessias on watch for trouble.]
The trio of young Astartes nodded, and Sevros reached for the rug, as Angrald and Dessias moved to cover him, bolters drawn and at the ready, just in case this was a foul xenos trap of some kind.
The rug was swiftly removed and Sevros pulled the metal hatch over to one side before setting it down.
A young baseline human who appeared to be around ten years old peered up at them, blinking from the ambient light in the room. They bowed and said "Thank you very much for coming to rescue me and my papa, lord astartes!"
Sevros knelt down and offered a hand to the child, ordering with a gruff "C'mere young one. Are you hurt anywhere? Cedric here's our Healer, and he's very good at it."
Lillius shook their head "I'm not hurt sir... Though I am kind of hungry. We've been running low on emergency supplies and papa says that we can only eat one ration bar per day, to keep the food lasting longer."
"That's a smart thing to do, but we do have some extra rations. Here you go, kid." Sevros responded, as he stood up with the young child in his arms, pulling a ration bar from his pack and handing it to the young one, taking several steps backwards so that Angrald and Dessias could do a check of the basement for any traps or shenanigans before Cedric went down and checked on the injured baseline human.
After a brief but thorough check, Dessias gave Cedric a silent all-clear signal, and the young apothecary went to check on his patient.
~
The baseline human appeared to be middle aged - a little bit of grey in his hair. His breathing was even and shallow, but Angrald and Dessias moving around - along with his child speaking - had woken the man. His eyes were glassy and Cedric noted that he had a low-level fever.
"Hello, I am a Healer of the black templars. Where are you injured?" Cedric greeted, pitching his voice low, so as to not attract the attention of the child - Sevros and Rodron were doing a pretty good job of keeping the kid distracted.
"They shot me in the gut, my lord, and stabbed me with knives. I played dead after they stabbed me, and the knife-ears eventually left me alone." The baseline human answered, voice also low. He pulled up his tunic, revealing a large, circular and infected wound. The energy-weapons that the knife-ears favored tended to leave cauterized burns that were equal parts blessing and curse to treat - especially after being neglected like this. Cedric could smell the necrotic flesh "I'm not sure it's a good thing that I can't feel the gut injury. My leg stopped hurting from where I was stabbed yesterday, and I'm... So cold." He pulled up his pants legs, revealing crusted-over bandages.
Cedric warned his patient "I'm going to need to remove these bandages to see the wounds beneath. It's likely that the scabs have adhered to the underside of the bandages and you're going to bleed again. I will staunch the blood as best as I can."
"I understand, my lord." The human responded, gritting his teeth. He let out a low sound of pain and flinched as Cedric swiftly removed the bandages and revealed -
Infected stab wounds. Blood began to ooze out of the center of the wounds, mixed with yellow-white puss that smelled absolutely foul.
Cedric could see bone in the deepest part of the penetrating wound, and the red, puffy infected flesh surrounding them was warm to the touch. He could also see something *wriggling* in the infected flesh and suppressed a gag. Several something wriggling. "Did you wash the wounds with water when you took cover?" On worlds like this, unless the water was boiled and the steam caught and collected, the water couldn't always be counted to be clean enough to be used on wounds. He could also see rashes radiating around the man's legs, originating around the stab wounds. He could trace the other's veins from the vivid marks on his body.
"I did, my lord. It wasn't much, but it was what I could do. I've also been keeping pressure on the knife wounds with bandages." The baseline human responded through gritted teeth. "I... Figured it didn't look good. So, how do I look, my lord?"
Cedric hesitated for a moment. With weeks of treatment in a proper hospital, there was a good chance this baseline human would recover well.... But on a feudal world, being actively invaded by both greenskins and knife-ears? Considering the fact that the man had *maggots* festering in his stab wounds, and was quite probably septic? His chances... Weren't great.
The baseline human chuckled wryly, patting one of his shoulders "I know that look. I've seen it before on other healers' faces. I proudly served in the local militia until age forced me to retire, have a child for the good of the community. Promise me you'll do your best to get my child to safety, aye? I've still got my old lasgun. I've heard greenskin patrols coming into this village to loot things occasionally. I'll draw them off while you get Lillius to safety."
"... I could amputate your legs and give you make-shift prosthetics. I can pack the gut wound and patch you up enough to be able to move without aggravating your wounds too much." Cedric offered, though part of him knew what the baseline human was suggesting was for the best. Even on prosthetics, he would slow them down dangerously.
The other's eyes softened a little, and one overly warm hand came up to gently pat his cheek "Oh, you're a good lad, my lord. But I can feel the fever eating away at my mind, and I'm pretty sure that the knife-eared bastards put something on their blades as I've been hallucinating off and on for the past several days. All I ask is to be able to say goodbye to my child. I'll tell him that I'm going to be clearing a path."
"... If you are certain." Cedric responded, the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth. He briefly glanced at his brothers - most of whom were gathered around the child. Their enhanced senses would allow them to follow the conversation, and from the set of Dovo's shoulders, he knew what the sergeant of their squad had already decided. "Then I will not stop you. Your bravery does you credit."
"Bah, I'm being selfish. I want my child to survive, and they're much more likely to survive with you lads, then if they stay with me." He responded with a shrug.
Cedric re-bound the man's injuries with fresh bandages, and helped him up to his feet.
Dessias set Lillius down, who immediately rushed over to their papa, hugging him tightly "So are you ready to go, dad?" They asked, a bright and hopeful grin appearing on their face "Lord Dessias was telling me all about how his older brothers have secured a base three days' run from here! We're saved."
"I've gotta help them keep the xenos from finding the base, kiddo. Their healer patched me up real well. You listen to the lords, alright? I'm going to be hunting xenos, to help protect you, and avenge your mama." The man explained, gently ruffling Lillius' hair. "Promise me you'll do what they say?"
"I...I... But papa, can't the lords astartes drive away the xenos? Why do you have to fight?" Lillius asked, tears beginning to fall down their face, clinging tighter to their parent.
"They've gotta protect you, and other civilians they come across during their rescue. I volunteered to do this. Come now, no more tears. I'll see you again, I promise." The man soothed, pressing a paternal kiss to the top of the crying child's forehead.
Sevros came forward, kneeling down and carefully pulling the weeping child away from their parent "Come with us, young one. Your father needs to do his duty. For you. For the god-emperor."
Lillius wailed, kicking and flailing ineffectually in the young astartes' arms "NO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAVE US! WHY DOES PAPA HAVE TO FIGHT? I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I-"
To prevent the child from harming themself, or potentially attracting the wrong sort of attention, Cedric quickly injected the young one with a sedative that would keep them asleep for several hours, though there was a yawning pit of emotions that threatened to swallow him whole if he let it.
Dovo ordered "We need to get moving... Thank you for your service, sir. May the god-emperor bless your shots."
"And may he bless yours." The baseline human responded with a nod and a grim smile, carefully telegraphing his movements over to the lasgun laying on an upper shelf in the basement. "I'll leave first, and draw the attention of any xenos who might be looking for trouble." With that, he left on shaking legs.
That was the last time that Cedric or his brothers ever saw that particular human.
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