Quills: The Medieval War

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Battle of Herrings!

While the Siege of Orleans ensued, the English troops were desperate. The siege was at a stalemate, and the French were holding their ground. A convoy of supplies was sent from Paris, led by Sir John Fastolf.

A relief force led by Charles of Bourbon wanted to cut off this attempt and set a trap for Sir John. The French had about four thousand soldiers and a really strong Quill at Charles of Bourbon’s side: A Flame Quill named Pyros and a Scottish lord named John Stewart of Darnley.

Lord Stewart was against the usage of Quills and a strong adversary on this point since the days of Agincourt. He uttered these concerns to the lord, but Charles of Bourbon was adamant and wanted to continue this offense despite the Lord Steward’s wishes. This created a subtle conflict around them. A silent dispute, a slowly growing displeasure. Charles de Bourbon was unaware of it at that time, and he trusted the Scottish lord’s enmity towards the English, their long-time rivals.

When Sir John was near the town of Rouvray, he heard through his scouts about the approaching army. Against four thousand men, he had only one thousand and six hundred. He knew about the Quills and their power. Although outnumbered, he conducted a brilliant plan and informed Lord Arthur, and attempted to make a deal of his own with a powerful Quill.

In the meantime, he had to be on the defensive. Nearby towns weren’t fully fortified and would trap him against the enemy army. So, he conducted a desperate plan: A fort made with wagons. They tied the wagons together and created a standing point against the French. This newly-found fort proved to be a challenge against the French.

On a nearby pond, Sir John did what Lord Arthur taught him: Step into a realm where power was waiting. A Radiant Quill named Celestial came to him. Offered a hand and promised for destruction. Sir John took the deal, and when Pyros rained fire on them with his magic and artillery backing up this hell, Sir John was steady. He waited for them and baited them into attacking, waiting for an opportunity.

Amidst the blast, with the help of Celestial, Sir John learned the subtle problems between Lord Steward and Charles of Bourbon. With the cover of the night and some protective magic from Agravaine, a spy infiltrated their ranks. This spy was successful enough to boil the waters among their ranks, and the Scottish men launched an assault despite the orders of Charles of Bourbon.

English longbowmen wounded them greatly and killed many men in the first strike. The fort of wagons held, and when the Scottish were overwhelmed, Sir John unleashed the power of Celestial and smites from heaven rained on the enemy troops.
The French had no choice but to back the attack and unleashed their power as well. Blood that spilled that day was legendary. Sir John’s plan worked, and the French slowly retreated back to where they came. Sir John slowly but surely advanced to the Siege of Orleans to deliver a fresh breath of air to the besieging English.

However, a young woman named Joan was already on her way to Orleans and was ready to change with the tides of war.

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“Through the ashes, I summon thee, from the unseen.”
In the Temple of Mars, the first Rift opened — and mankind gazed upon the Quills for the first time. Power was no longer divine… it had a shape.

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The city of Orléans stood proud yet burdened with the ongoing war. It was surrounded on all sides by English forces. Wooden bastions and stone keeps lined the walls, battered from months of bombardment. Inside the walls, the morale and spirit of the French army was about to wither but only held on to life with a small whisper: a girl was coming. A girl that heard the voice of God.

The English siege, led by the Duke of Bedford and executed by the Earl of Salisbury, was bolstered by their own circle of Quills who gave the French a hell. Among them was Eidolon, a Shadow Quill, advisor to Salisbury, and a master of stealth and fear. With him, English soldiers used the veil of silence, setting fire to French supplies and poisoning wells. Eidolon’s whispers made allies suspect one another, and his illusions fractured unity.

Hope for the French soldiers did not arrive from nobles or their precious thrones. It rode on a white horse clad in rusted mail armor: Joan of Arc. She was a peasant girl in looks but in fact she had a fiery spirit and a strength that is not matched. She claimed the long gone saints had given her this power and she envisions a future where the French are free and their own king sitting on the throne. Some swore she communed with a Quill of Light, though no mirror could prove it.

Inside Orléans, she met with Lord Dunois and the defenders. They were exhausted, without a glimpse of hope. But Joan’s presence could melt icy mountains and strike fear in the heart of the frozen devils. With Joan, the sun was shining upon the French and in secret, she lit a candle at an old cathedral’s mirror. It shimmered. She did not flinch.

A Celestial Quill answered, not one of radiant pride like Agravaine, but a being named Elierva, calm and ancient, understanding and patient. She did not speak; she simply laid a hand upon her shoulder, and Joan assumed it was the power of the saints that flooded her veins. No one can know for sure but she showed resilient and power before being blessed by Elierva. Did she find a way to summon this powerful Quill with God's will? No one knows.

From that moment, Joan moved not as a girl, but as the rising dawn itself.

Outside, the English prepared their next strike, building a bridgehead across the Loire. Their Quills whispered that the city would fall within days.

But Joan led a sortie, with fire in her hands and prayers on her lips. She struck not at the walls but at the supply lines and outposts. Galvin, the Flame Quill who once fought at Rouvray, was said to have looked down from the heavens and wept as her fires burned purer than his.

Salisbury fell early in the siege, a mysterious explosion tearing through his tower—the locals whispered of divine punishment. Eidolon tried to unravel Joan’s image, but found her mind untouched, her will incorruptible.

On the final day, with storm clouds boiling above, Joan led the assault on the Tourelles, the strongest English fortification. Dunois begged caution, but she rode ahead. Elierva’s magic was subtle, powerful and unseen. No one knows to this day if it was Elierva’s magic that saved Joan from every attack, every arrow and every strike that came her way.

The French swarmed the fortress, emboldened by what they believed to be a living miracle. The walls fell. The siege broke.

Orléans did not fall – it rose. And with it, a legend.

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Quills!

The war is heating up, and magic is spreading throughout Medieval Europe!

Our Epic Games store page is live! Wishlist now! ⚔

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Quills! Join us on our game's early-alpha opening! Witness how the magic reshapes Europe's future!

We will be at the Tokyo Game Show on the 25th and 26th of September. Visit our booth at Hall 1, C14!

"Mankind’s wars are their sport..." ⚔

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The war has begun. ⚔

Magic stirs. Alliances will shatter.
Witness the first glimpse of Quills: The Medieval War, a third-person medieval combat game where powerful magical Quills decide the fate of kingdoms.

Teaser now live:
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