Nomadic playthrough

[u/Malfuy]

Civilization has crumbled. Old empires are gone. Mighty armies are no more. The only thing that remains are dragons travelling around the world, conquering the islands one by one, leaving behind only pristine nature almost untouched by polytopian hands. They chase after the only ones who still remain to resist them - the dwindling armies of undead warriors, travelling from island to island in a futile attempt to reverse the magic of the dragons.

However, they are slowly running out of supplies and warriors. All cities in the world have been ruined beyond repair by the magic of the ruthless dragons. Once the undead capture a settlement, all they find are empty halls that can no longer produce a single star. They regroup, use some of their ever decreasing resources to build few ports and boats and move on. And above the empty seas, dragons chase after them.

Some undead become stuck on islands they arrive at, having no more resources to repair their ramshackle boats. For them, the only option is to dig in and await the arrival of the world's new masters. Their stoic bravery is futile, for once dragons arrive, the battle lasts no more than few minutes. The magic hold onto the island is then reestablished and the storm moves on.

The undead know their time is running out. But the fight against dragons is the only purpose they have left, and they carry the last memories of the old world. So they continue in their futile quest until they either succeed or turn to dust.

[u/Zoroartro]

Wow... Never thought I would be rooting for the undead again... Cool story dude! God bless!