I have read a lot of complaints about the capture the flag style of warfare, personally I enjoy it. But I awoke this morning with an Idea inspired by a dream. I would like to hear your thoughts.
My idea is that we alter a room in every cabal to serve as a dungeon. These rooms would be very much like prison cells. Cabaled characters could choose to "capture" the enemy generals and hold them as prisoners of war. The victim in the cell can not recover his mind or health and sits at deaths door awaiting his execution. The cabal member who captures the enemy can enter the cell and kill their victim at any time, OR they can hold them in the cell for 100 hrs so that the enemy forces have no general for support. After 100 hrs if the prisoner has not been killed he will be released.
A couple of things;
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I intended this to work with the current system. A prisoner can not retrieve a standard. Hes a POW.
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This will make warfare more interesting between cabals where both sides may have goodies on their side. Such as was the case between the savants and knights in the past.
Now, the dream, because I know your curious.
I awoke as Enzekriel among the steps within the meadow. I heard my cabal guard cry out and I rushed to see if I could aid him. Arvelo, the warmaster, lowered his shoulder and bent my guardian low. I pleaded with the warmaster to stop but he claimed the lich Scorevale hid inside. I assured him he was mistaken, but he would not hear it. I tried to aid the guardian with curative spells of every measure, my mind was weak and I was failing the guardian. Suddenly I recieved news from a courier that the Knights had declared a vendetta against the tower. Knowing there was little I could do but rescue my standard later, I turned walked a short distance and began to gate away. Thinking better of it, or perhaps just glutton for punishment I instead turned back to the guard who suddenly cried out again. This time Patreus, the most powerful knight I had ever met was upon the guard beside Arvelo. I ran in to see what aid I could be, and suddenly Arvelo and Patreus turned upon me. I cried out in the name of all tranquility that they would surely kill me, but to my astonishment mercy was held. Dizzy and bruised I was dragged back across the ford and thrown into a dungeon to serve a sentence of four days.
