rolled 5 = 5

Zuvassin up in this

rolled 12 = 12

Tzeentch up inis!

rolled 11 = 11

Let's undivided this up!

>>15425287
Just as planned...

rolled 2 = 2

>>15425287
Well fuck you, Tzeentch! Rolling for Slaanesh in hopes of cockblocking that dumb bird.

>>15425319
JUST

AS

PLANNED

>>15425287

Lo and behold, child of the Raven God! The twisted old seers of your tribe have bent the ear of your warlord, casting you out past the village gates and into the wilderness! Their envy is of little matter to you, though, even as you shiver in the cold, naked save for your dogfur cloak and the pittance of a dagger they have given you. Though this may be misfortune to some, you know that this is but another test from your patron. Too long has your village drawn from the other three Chaos Gods, and soon you shall prove their folly in placing Tzeentch on the same pedestal as his lesser brothers! For now, though, you are hungry and the leering eyes of the archers patrolling the tops of the palisades do little to comfort you. The wild woods are to your left, the beaten road barely indistinguishable from the snow lies ahead, and the sea roars to your right.

Where do you go acolyte of Tzeentch?

(First post after this gets to pick which direction).

>>15425392
To the sea! Sailor on the Seas of Fate!

To the sea!

>>15425415
>>15425412

Follower of the Changer you may be, still you are Norsca! Mother Sea has called, and her draw is more than compelling than any other of this land. Your forefathers have made their fortune on the waves, and so shall you! You make your way to the sound of the surf, purpose laying your hunger to rest for the moment. Soon you reach the craggy rocks and grey sands mixed with snow of the Northland beach.

But wait!

You scurry behind a moss covered rock, peering past it's side. A skiff is moored at the beach, but it's fine lines and elegant carvings are not the spartan designs of any Norscan ship.

You peer in the darkness, trying to see if you can recognize the markings.

Roll a d12 to see what kind of presence is on the beach with you now!

rolled 9 = 9

>>15425491
Rolling

rolled 9 = 9

>>15425491

rolled 6 = 6

>>15425491
I hope it's Elves. They have such wonderfully musical death rattles...

>>15425513
>>15425506

(heh, guess that's that.)

The inky black gilding blends a bit too well into the night, and the movements of the occupants are too graceful of any man that you have seen. You know they are elves, and as you see them haul weighted iron nets from their boat, dread begins to form in your gullet. Dark Elves, and slavers! It is too late to withdraw without their notice. Be it by guile, the favor of the Raven God or force, you must act soon while they still find themselves encumbered with their tools and without weapons. There are only so few, and only one is armed with a crossbow.

What do you do? (2 D12 and your action. The second number is the effectiveness of your action. The first number is going to be what I'm looking at from the first four posts. Greatest number will be taken, unless it's toooooo idiotic for the context.)

rolled 2, 4 = 6

>>15425568

Some kind of magic disguise? Even three dark elves are three dark elves too many.

rolled 5, 9 = 14

>>15425568
I look for any possible protection or weapon to use

>>15425568
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD...wait no thats not right ... look for a weakness in ther ship/personel

>>15425662
roll

rolled 6, 10 = 16

Call upon the powers of the raven god

Already rolled. Just bumping now.

rolled 4, 5 = 9

Change to Khorne and give them a righteous thrashing.

>>15425727

You offer up a plea for the aid of your patron. Silently, you mumble his name in the many forms it has been revealed to you, imploring for a solution eventually, you feel suffused with his nebulous power, and you feel the spell release from the nether. For scant moments, you wonder what has happened, and you peek to see if the enemies have been struck down by the Raven's God's awesome might! But they still seem to be unscathed, still unloading their gear on to the beach. You curse yourself, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong when you hear a flap of wings beside you.

"My my, I think I heard a lost little whelp calling out for assistance? I don't see anything here that would have the mental capacity for it. Perhaps you've seen a priest of the illustrious Tzeentch's cult, mortal?"

You look up to see a raven staring down at you from the top of the rock. Though diminutive and slight, the unnatural turn of its beak gives off a sinister grin, and its eyes burn with a shimmering corona of colors.

"Well then? Speak up, fool." it caws again.

What do you say to the bird? (d12 with words. First 4 posters again).

rolled 6 = 6

>>15425984
"I require power if I am to serve the changer of ways. Also it'd be nice if you could kill those dudes over there.
Both would be nice, but I can do with one or the other"

rolled 9 = 9

>>15425984

"Your servant seeks only your aid in overcoming these adversaries, whether it be through trickery or magical power."

rolled 7 = 7

>>15426042
"I demand power. You are to give it to me, otherwise a loyal servant of the Raven Lord dies this day"

rolled 12 = 12

Trying something else out.

"Yes. Maybe you can summon a flamer or pink horror? You're not really what I was imagining..."

>>15426126

The raven boggles at you, his eyes glowering red for a moment before his crooked grin widens and he lets out an ever louder caw.

"HAH! I expected many replies. That one too, of course, but the chances of that one stumbling from your lips were very slim in this lifetime! You deserve a reward, cheeky little acolyte."

The raven preens and ducks its head under its wing, plucking one multi-colored feather and letting it flutter to your hands.

"Use it well. Perhaps you may find yourself in the possession of another!"

It caws and flies off, leaving your with the mysterious plume.

What do you do now? (d12 again, first 4 rollers, etc etc.)

rolled 1 = 1

>>15426154

And we have no fucking clue what it does. I suppose this is our first trial in our journey then, figuring out how to use it.

I suppose saying thanks to our patron, then seeing if we can concentrate on it or feel any sort of power coming off of the feather.

>>15426167

SON OF A BITCH

rolled 4 = 4

>>15426154
Charge the enemy holding this mighty artifact of our patron aloft!
Just because we are followers of Tzeentch does not mean we are sages.

rolled 12 = 12

>>15426154

Well fuck, didn't think the first stupid shitty thing would work. How about another?

Eat the feather!

>>15426198
I...
Oh god.

>>15426210
That thing you are feeling.
Like right below your left ear.
That's me, attempting to hate you to death.

Holy shit whatever happens next, it's going to be sweet.

>>15426198

So your patron enjoys unexpected actions from you? So be it. You think of the most arbitrary and idiotic thing to do with the icon of power you have in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you swallow the feather, gagging as it goes down your throat. You hold back the urge to vomit as an explosion of flavor rocks through your mouth, like tasting a rainbow.

But now, you feel a change overcoming you. Your bones begin to crack and your muscles shift and tingle. You can't help but scream in pain, and you know that the elves have heard you, the clanking of iron nets a din in the background of your agony.

You writhe on the ground on all fours, but as you close and open your eyes in pain, you find that the sand and snow is getting further and further from you.

You find yourself, for lack of a better term, in the form of a mammoth tusker, staring down at the shocked dark elf corsairs.

What do you do now? (d12 etc etc first four rolls)

Whisper a litany in thanks of our god.

rolled 1 = 1

>>15426260
Charge them and crush them beneath our feet!

>>15426260
Time to rip/tear

rolled 9, 3 = 12

>>15426260
We fuck their shit up with our Tusks and Trunk.

rolled 11 = 11

>>15426262

This.

THEN charge the fucker and stomp their pointy-eared heads in.

rolled 10 = 10

>>15426260
Start a new happy life as a mammoth.
Content with the change we have undergone, surely Tzeentch will be pleased.

>>15426260
Savagely maim them except for one.

rolled 5 = 5

>>15426280

Actually, this is a better idea. Cripple the last one, but leave him alive so we can question him. Best to get some knowledge about the area and other possible enemies before wandering off again.

>>15426275

What begins as a whisper comes out as a mighty trumpet. One of their number is stamped under foot, a satisfying crunch of bone and armor. Another is gored and hangs lifelessly from your tusk. The last two dark elves scream in their tongue, one desperately trying to push off their skiff, while the other raising a crossbow and firing uselessly on to your shaggy pelt. Your trunk swats the one with the weapon away and you hear a thud on the snow.

You trumpet again in the name of Tzeentch and smash their boat with your massive bulk, impaling the last dark elf on to your free tusk.

Relish in your victory and make thunder on the ground. Soon enough, though, the spell ends, and your form shifts back to that of a meager human, shivering and naked in the cold.

You look around in all the chaos and destruction. (d12 with what to do next. Highest of the first 4 posts)

rolled 11 = 11

>>15426327

Loot the bodies, see if there are any armor or weapons we can use, or anything else of value left behind.

Is the boat salvageable?

rolled 3 = 3

>>15426327

Burn the bodies in a sacrifice to Tzeentch. See if you can summon the raven again.

rolled 8 = 8

>>15426327
Scavenge the dark elf clothes, weapons and supplies. Give Tzeentch a thumbs up.

rolled 9 = 9

Looting the bodies is too obvious. Eat the corpses.

>>15426356

Really glad that didn't get a 12 again.

rolled 3 = 3

>>15426327

Say a prayer to your god and then sail the boat to raid and plunder

rolled 1 = 1

>>15425268
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>15426337

You find yourself in a daze for a moment, unable to comprehend if what just happened was reality or not. Two thuds in the snow, the bodies of the dark elves that had been until that moment suspended by your tusks, break your concentration and bring you back to reality as they land next to you one after the other.

Shouting praises to your god while blubbering at your good fortune with snot and tears of joy running down your face, eventually you compose yourself enough to take stock of your situation.

Already by a glance you can tell that their armor would not fit your frame, and besides, who would want a breastplate with a gaping hole, anyway? But you do make off with one of their longer, curved daggers, much better than the needle that your tribesmen gave you for your journey into the wilderness.

You look to the remains of the boat. Your prodigious size had collapsed a good half of the skiff, and from where you stand you can see the innards of its hull. Apparently, the slavers had already been successful as of late. Strewn about the sand and snow are the body parts of what you assume to be more dark elves and their slaves. Still, as you go nearer, you can see the inside of the hold.

Chained to the remains of a post, a dwarf and a human girl stare back at you, only marginally better clothed than you. From the look of the girl, the Dark Elves had passed through Brettonia to pick up one of their diminutive red-haired slips, while the dwarf looks to almost boil over in rage as he tugs at his chains and screams curses at you.

What now? (2 d12 and action, first dice being the one I base which to chose from, and the second dice being the effectiveness of your action.)

rolled 4 = 4

>>15426421
Take the red-head as a slave. Kill the dwarf to make an example to her if she resists.

rolled 7, 12 = 19

>>15426421
Release them both.

>>15426431
This.

rolled 7, 11 = 18

Sacrifice the dwarf to Tzeentch (too troublesome), keep the girl as a pet/sex slave/companion/emergency food.

rolled 11, 9 = 20

>>15426421

Another OBVIOUS test from Tzeentch. Ignore the call of Slaanesh. Sacrifice the girl, then fuck the dwarf for the glory of the Raven God.

>>15426449

Goddamnit, you fucker...

>>15426449

YOU FOOL THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SLAANESH WANTS!

>>15426446

Can you tell me how you roll without the email field going all blue? I've been away from /tg/ for quite a while and forgot. I know "noko" goes first.

>>15426471

>Look at top of page
>sticky

rolled 10, 7 = 17

>>15426421
Have consenting missionary sex with girl for the purposes of procreation. Kill dwarf and skin him.

>>15426449

>implying fucking a dwarf is less Slaaneshi than fucking an attractive girl.

>>15426475

Oh sorry. Reflex of ignoring the sticky has been on. Thanks. And now I'm outta of your thread.

Need a little DMing here.

Ignoring >>15426431 due to lack of second roll and >>15426449 for trolling stupidity. One more roll to go, guys.

rolled 9 = 9

Kill them both.
No one must know of your powers... yet.

rolled 4, 3 = 7

>>15426533
Search the boat and take anything that seems useful. Free any of your countrymen you can find, and then torch the boat.

rolled 10 = 10

>>15426544
second roll for effectiveness

rolled 7, 7 = 14

>>15426533
Use dwarf as a host and girl as ingredients to summon a lesser daemon. Go on adventure with daemon.

>>15426482

While you have been blessed with the favor of Tzeentch, your attachment to a single Ruinous Power has left you ostracized from your former tribe even before the seers had exiled you in their jealousy. The taste and feel of girlflesh is a distant memory, and seeing such a ripe young woman, you can't help but fall to the lure of Slaanesh for a bit. You make your way towards her, a hungry gleam in your eye. She cowers before you though, and she kicks and screams as you finally approach her. Try as you might, you can't make her do anything that you wish.

As you struggle with the girl, you feel something wet and gooey fit your face. You look to the side, and are met with another wad to your eye. You curse out loud. The damned dwarf has spat on you twice now, and you can see he wishes to murder you as much as you do to him.

You smile and draw out your knife. Perhaps a sacrifice for the favor of the Raven God again will be in order, you think, as the dwarf's eyes go cold.

You don't give him the chance for a struggle, screaming and lunging at his throat. The knife does not land true, though, but still sinks squarely into the dwarf's chest. Still, in his death throes, the dwarf butts you in the nose, breaking it and causing you to stumble backwards. He cackles one last time and hocks another glob of spittle and blood at you, though it only falls a few feet in front of the dwarf instead of your face. The light slowly dims in his eyes and you sit, bleeding and nursing your ruined face.

What now?( 2d12 and action, first die for your priority and second die for the success of your action, etc etc etc.)

rolled 8, 3 = 11

>>15426630
Use dwarf's body as a host and girl as ingredients to summon a lesser daemon. Go on adventure with daemon.

rolled 2, 12 = 14

>>15426630

Call a favor from the Raven God from your sacrifice of the dwarf. The girl can wait. I like smut as much as the next guy, but first things first.

rolled 5, 9 = 14

Ask for another feather from your dwarf sacrifice. Those things are pretty kick ass.

rolled 7, 9 = 16

Find something to eat. I like how this is going but all this hunger imagery makes me think that there might be some DM dickery if we don't get to eat something soon.

rolled 10, 4 = 14

Offer your sacrifice to Tzeentch, then tell the girl to either starve chained to the hull, or come with you to relative freedom and (depending on her behaviour) maybe a little comfort.

>>15426665

That blow has cleared your mind. No time for pleasures of the flesh when the work of Tzeentch beckons as well as your revenge. Standing shakily, you retrieve the dirk from the dwarf's chest. Painting his chest with the flaming eye of Tzeentch, you look maliciously at the girl. Perhaps it would have fared better for her if she accepted your advances, but no matter. You take no risks this time, and you come at her from behind. Taking a handful of her red hair, you cry out the seven names of the Raven God revealed to you, and you slit her throat cleanly!

As she writhes weakly in her death throes, you can see her body start to shrivel and shrink to dust. You laugh again, feeling the power surge through you. The dwarf's body begins to jerk and twitch like a macabre puppet, and the corpse's lips begin to echo your words of Tzeentch's name!

However, just before he says the final name that has been revealed to you, his eyes roll back and stares at you, and in an unearthly gravel he says "I changed my mind..." and his eyes roll backward in death again. His mouth continues to work, though, and beak and two technicolored eyes begin to wriggle out. The raven bursts out from the dead dwarf's mouth, laughing at you as it alights on a broken beam.

"Now now, you didn't think that you would have so many favors in a day, did you?" the bird sneers.

What do you do now?(2d12 again. First for priority, second for effectiveness)

rolled 7 = 7

>>15426706

I second this suggestion.

She either sit here in chains and starve to death in the cold, or come with us and hope that her death will be postponed just a little longer.

rolled 8, 4 = 12

>>15426796
Eat the bird.

rolled 10, 6 = 16

>>15426796
Take his jesting in good nature. It is the way of Chaos and the Changer of Ways. Now let's search that boat and hopefully find some armor and weaponry, maybe even fellow Norse.

rolled 7 = 7

>>15426796

"I suppose looking for so much power beyond what I can earn for myself is a bit presumptuous. But in order to spread your will throughout the land I will need all the aid I am able to scrouge up.

That you still see me as worthy enough to speak to is enough."

rolled 8 = 8

>>15426831

Derp, forgot my second roll. Here it is.

rolled 10, 7 = 17

Ask for another feather!

Bumping

rolled 1 = 1

>>15426826
>>15426889

Rolling between these two. Evens means search, odd mean ask for another feather.

>>15426796
>>15426665
Well fuck this shit, I'm out of here.

>>15426920

You implore the bird once more. After all, wouldn't having servants in better positions of power do better in the Great Game?

"Presumptuous presumptuous. You're veeeery fortunate that you haven't been turned into a spawn right here and now!" The bird tuts, using it's claw to tap at it's beak.

"But, as for feathers...." it grins again.

The bird lets out a caw and you feel something materializing on your back. A shawl of black feathers fits snuggly on you, and you grovel and thank the raven for it's generosity.

"Perhaps you will be of some use... if you can survive the night..." The bird smiles again before flapping it's wings and disappearing into the darkness.

What next? (2d12 and an action, for priority of roll and success.)

rolled 11, 10 = 21

>>15427011

We really should be thinking about finding some shelter and food for the night. We can use the remains of the boat and the wood from it to build a fire. Maybe do some hunting for dinner.

>>15426989

umad cus the quest didn't devolve into having a pet loli?

>>15427011

Oh, forgot to mention etc etc first 4 rolls. 3 more rolls to go, btw.

>>15427011
Do we know any magic OP?

>>15427072

No real spells yet. Just a vague idea of what to do and 7 of the infinite names of Tzeentch that we can say to try and have him help.

>>15427032

rolled 4, 4 = 8

>>15427020

This. Because it's the sensible thing to do.

rolled 9, 2 = 11

>>15427011
collect the body parts of the dwarf, human and the elves and form a little pile
or, instigate a little symbol of OUR LORD with it

Man this thread makes me sad warhammer online didn't end up better. It had really good art direction and graphics, too bad the gameplay didn't hold up.

>>15427011
Search the ship.

rolled 12, 6 = 18

roll for: >>15427098

>>15427108
Didn't.. we already do that?

rolled 8, 5 = 13

>>15427108
>>15427020

Can we possibly combine these two suggestions? Search the ship for usable stuff and then set up camp for the night?

rolled 9, 5 = 14

>>15427011
Prop up the corpses as drinking buddies and sing a drunken song to them

rolled 3, 6 = 9

>>15427122
No we stabbed a dwarf, got cockblocked by a ginger and then got trolled by tzeentch.

>>15427108

The absence of the raven's taunts make you realize that you are so very, very alone. No without the distractions of the girl and the dwarf, you can see at least what the ship's hold contains. At the very least you won't be reduced to eating the flesh of the dwarf or the elves as you see salted meats hanging from broken racks. You can't seem to see much more than that, though, as the very dead of night nears, Morrslieb and Manslieb obscured by the heavy clouds in the sky.

You sit with a seasoned ham, chewing thoughtfully at the raven's words. What could he mean by surviving the night?

What do you do now as you sit and eat in the wrecked ship? (2d12 and action. First number for priority of roll, second for the success of action. First four rolls)

rolled 2, 10 = 12

>>15427147

Build a fire, preferably one sheltered out of the elements. It'll keep up warm and hopefully keep away any predators for the night.

rolled 7, 3 = 10

>>15427147
self flagellate

rolled 2, 10 = 12

>>15427157

Well fuck you too, /tg/ dice.

rolled 8, 6 = 14

>>15427157

Seconding this suggestion.

rolled 4, 2 = 6

>>15427147
Spread the iron nets over the hole in the ship as best we can. We can then use them as a support to layer up dead people's clothes and spare sailcloth. With luck, the rig will keep out the chill, as well as any low-grade scavengers, and give us warning enough to wake up if something big or determined comes along.

>>15427173

Sounds like Sigmarite talk there, buddy...

>>15427175
>>15427157

rolled 9, 7 = 16

>>15427147
Make preparations to burn the ship along with the bodies. Hell, burn it all.

rolled 10, 9 = 19

>>15427179

Ah crap, >>15427157
here, this sounds like a much better course of action. Can I change add my support to it instead?

rolled 3, 2 = 5

>>15427011
Take the dwarf's and the girl's clothes and adjust them to your body.

rolled 9, 12 = 21

skin the corpses for clothes

>>15427157
>>15427178

With what little skill you remember, you make a hasty little fire with some of the timber from the skiff where the ship ends and the beach begins anew. Stoking it, you try to set your nose, but wince an save that for a later day. The bleeding has stopped anyway, mostly. Now all that is left is to think on the words of the raven. Knowing Tzeentch is to know nothing, and the bird could easily be testing you once again by making you stay up jumping at shadows, weak and weary come morning, or sleep in certain danger...

What do you do? (2d12 and a plan, first die for priority and second for effectiveness of implementation. First four rolls considered.)

>>15427095
Agreed, btw.
I had much love for WAR, perhaps too much and was blinded to it's faults.

rolled 1, 5 = 6

>>15427220

Do what this guy suggested. >>15427179
Rig some of the iron nets to make noise if something enters our camp, so we'll at least be awake if something's coming.

rolled 1, 5 = 6

>>15427220
Man up and set your nose.

rolled 8, 4 = 12

>>15427235
i agree

>>15427237
Well, fuck you dice.

rolled 11, 10 = 21

>>15427248
Agreed, I propose we change allegience to Khorne.

rolled 1, 2 = 3

>>15427220
Set up a few corpses next to the fire as decoys while you rest warily, hidden not far away with knife ready.

>>15427157
>>15427175
This seems unlucky.

>>15427235
>>15427237

Tzeentch! You have abandoned us! Why do you forsake us?!

>>15427235

rolled 12 = 12

>>15427259

NOPE.

>>15427242
>>15427235

Agreeing with this as well.

rolled 9 = 9

>>15427276

Oh goddammit, forgot my second roll again. Here you go.

rolled 9, 1 = 10

>>15427259
I agree

>no one is serving Tzeentch

>>15427259 (Forgive this simple DM, but even that would be too much of a character change. Here's a big, burly Tzeentch Chaos Warrior that's kinda halfway...)

>>15427242

A plan hatches in your mind and you set out to rig the hole in the ship to better protect you from the outside world. However, though you may be fortunate and skilled enough to call forth the Changer's powers, it seems as if the manipulation of the metal nets and cloths is beyond you. At the very least, the nets do dangle and cover most of the hole of the wreckage, and you still have all the clothes for blankets. Now you are faced with the decision to sleep or to wait.

Which do you make, or do you have another idea? (2d12 and action, first being the priority, second being the effectiveness. First four rolls considered)

rolled 9, 11 = 20

>>15427302
With nets in place, now do this
>>15427260

rolled 7, 3 = 10

go to sleep already

>>15427314

Would a roll of 3 mean that he fails at sleeping? :P

Bumping.

rolled 2, 12 = 14

hang the corpses up outside as warnings

>>15427302
I will tolerate this lackey of the trickster god. For now.

>>15427302
Sleep sounds good. Position decoy corpses around the fire with strings attaching them to loud metal things to serve as a crude alarm if they're disturbed.

Wait and meditate upon the workings of Tzeentch. Sleeping in the cold could kill us, and waiting with no aim is a waste of time.

rolled 12, 3 = 15

Roll for: >>15427461

rolled 12, 6 = 18

>>15427463
Wrong Field, hopefully this will work.

>>15427311 (BTW, whenever you relink back to a previous suggestion, I take the success of the most recent post instead of the original)

Perhaps it would be better to use a bit of guile for the night. You reason that staying awake for the entire night would be as dangerous as sleeping in the wilds of Norsca anyway. A decoy or two would be most wise. Unfortunately, the only corpse left in one piece is the dwarf that you had sacrificed earlier. Propping him up next to the fire in a squat, you reluctantly cover yourself in the rags and discarded cloth, hiding away in a corner of the ruined hull.

Your shallow sleep is disturbed, however, as you hear a commotion outside. Curses of another language fill the air, and you can hear the stabs of metal on flesh.

What do you do now? (2d12, you guys should know the drill by now.)

rolled 2, 2 = 4

Use our cloak to cover our movements in the night and go investigate the commotion. Involve ourselves only if it seems like we'll be able to overpower the winning side.

rolled 4, 7 = 11

Hide in a barrel.

rolled 3, 7 = 10

>>15427479

Surprise ambush attack! They'll never expect it!

rolled 5, 2 = 7

creep out from your hidey hole and try and see whats going on

rolled 7, 3 = 10

Find the fight, cut off the dwarf corpse's head and throw it into the melee. Then observe the reaction and forma plan.

rolled 4, 5 = 9

Yell out: ZWEI HANDERS
THIS IS YOUR DEATH
and then yell out
YOU VILL NEVER KILL UHZ KAYOZ SKUM

>>15427556

You try to creep out of your corner, but you stumble on the covers and clatter down on to the floor of the ship, making a terrible sound as your dagger skitters off to the side. Lying prone on the ground, at least you can see the intruder. Much to your surprise it seems as if a dark elf has survived! The elf seems to be favoring its side, though, hunched and straining as it tries to pull out the sword that it had used to stab the dwarf corpse in the back. Unfortunately for you, the gaze of the elf falls on you, and it struggles even more to pull out the blade.

Both of you are in terrible positions, but perhaps the next few seconds can make the difference! What do you do? (2d12 with an action, first being the priority, second die being the effectiveness of the action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 7, 7 = 14

Lunge at the elf's legs as best we can from our prone-ish position. If we can get him before he gets to his sword, a Dark Elf slave would please the Master in an ironic fashion.

>>15427622

A dark elf as a slave? Brilliant!

rolled 5, 2 = 7

>>15427605
Oh god! We forgot to check the guy we knocked away with our trunk to see if he was alive! Oh fuck!

Tackle that elf's legs out and grab his sword!

>>15427622
Enslaving the slaver would seem to be a good Tzeentchian twist.

rolled 5, 5 = 10

scream at him skyrim style

rolled 10, 3 = 13

Tackle and headbutt him.

rolled 2, 5 = 7

Fall on Sword

rolled 11, 8 = 19

>>15427622
This one

>>15427662

You attempt to jump up from your position on the floor, but unfortunately for you, a few rags still hang from your body, catching on to the metal nets. You disentangle yourself as best as you can, but the dark elf has already succeeded in freeing the sword from the dwarf corpse!

What now?! (2d12, first die for priority, second for effectiveness of the action. First four as usual.)

rolled 2, 6 = 8

Kick him in the balls, subdue and take his sword and then enslave him.

rolled 7, 3 = 10

Pull the weighted nets down onto the elf. We didn't secure them very well to begin with, and capturing the slaver elf in his own net would please the Master.

rolled 4, 7 = 11

>>15427702
Forget the knife, go with what's closest, a wooden stick with splinters and a chain from the net.
Now stand up and fight and hope the elf has as much trouble moving around as you did the last two moves.

rolled 12, 12 = 24

>>15427702
wait for him to strike, then use whatever opening we can find to strike back

rolled 6, 11 = 17

>>15427735
This one

>>15427741
TZEENTCH REWARDS TACTICS

rolled 12, 10 = 22

>>15427702

Also voting for kicking him in the balls and taking his sword.

rolled 9, 9 = 18

>>15427735
supporting

>>15427741
PRAISE TZEENTCH, THE CHANGER OF WAYS!

>>15427741
>>15427741

Bracing for epic

The changer may be caught in his own web of deciet >.>

>>15427812
Leave this place

>>15427741

Already the elf is recovering from the momentum of pulling the blade from the dead dwarf. You hear an unearthly battle cry from it's helmet, as it pulls back its sword to skewer you through!

You have no weapons, and you have no more spells of magic tokens of Tzeentch left to you. The elf charges and you blindly reach for anything to defect the elf's oncoming rush! You grab at something furry and raise it up, adrenaline aiding you heft whatever load it is up against the mad charge.

A soft thunk of flesh being pierced reaches your ears. You open your eyes warily, fully expecting to see a sword through you stomach. Instead, you meet the surprised gaze of the elf behind the black visor, and you take stock of what has happened.

In your panice, you had grabbed the corpse of the dwarf an lifted it with the instinct of a desperate man! A third stab wound now reddens as blood drips from the elf's sword, and the disbelief starts to leave the both of you. Acting fast, you remember the most painful attack that had been dealt to you today, and with the same offending skull, you ram the dwarf's head into the elf's helmet, a resounding clang ringing through the wrecked ship as your enemy falls back, knocked out cold even with the armor and sprawled out on the sand.

Well done!

(2d12 with what to do now with all the same rules as we've been using so far etc etc)

rolled 12, 7 = 19

>>15427845
remove armour and tie him up and gag him to replace the dwarf if anyone/thing shows up

rolled 1, 9 = 10

>>15427845

Tie up the elf (securely!) and wait for him to come around. Make sure to strip him of his armor and weapons and any other tools first.

We will question him when he wakes up.

rolled 4, 8 = 12

>>15427845
Inspect corpse

rolled 7, 3 = 10

>>15427845
Make him a slave!!! Tzeentch would be pleased

rolled 8, 11 = 19

>>15427881
whoops, meant to say inspect his wound
a dead slave is a bad slave

rolled 8, 1 = 9

>>15427845
realize that as Tzeentch has endless names, every single combination of letters you say is one of them.

be rewarded for this fact

enslave the dark elf.

rolled 2, 8 = 10

>>15427893

I'm pretty sure the only wound he recieved was the blow to the head. He stabbed through the corpse that we held up, we headbutted him, he went nighty-night.

Tie him up, THEN inspect wound.

>>15427872

You try your best to remove the warrior's armor, but to no avail. Either your hands are too nervous after the heat of battle or too cold from sleeping away from the fire, but for now, the armor stays. You do relieve the dark elf of the nasty sword, and you're fairly certain that you've secured the warrior to the mast with the old manacle chains to the same post the dwarf had occupied and one of the iron nets. You do notice that the latch on the elf's helmet has been beaten away, and you slowly slide off the iron.

You are much (un)surprised to see that the elf is a woman! The idea of women warriors is not unknown to you and your Norscan people, but it is jarring to see such a dainty elf, pale as she is, to be a part of a raiding party. Perhaps unconscious she does not have the characteristic sneer of her people, but you have in your possession a dark elf slave.

What do you do now? (2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts etc.)

rolled 8, 5 = 13

>>15428043

Wait for her to wake up. We will question her to see if there are any other dark elves in the area that we need to be wary of.

Also, take this time to prepare something intimidating to say. The fact that we handily beat her in combat should help our case.

rolled 12, 10 = 22

>>15428043

Much as I am pleased by this turn of events, it will only be so long before some douche comes in with "sacrifice her" or "eat her" or some stupid shit, so pre-emptive roll.

Firmly place the irony of having a Dark Elf slave in your head as more pleasing in irony to Tzeentch than eating her or sacrificing her. Oh, and wake her up if you can, I guess.

rolled 4, 12 = 16

>>15428043
Continue with previous plan of sleeping with decoy.
When she wakes, ask her if she would die or be your slave.
Proceed to do the opposite of her choice.
If she is willing to be a slave, sacrifice her.
If she would rather die, keep her in chains as your slave after eliminating immediate methods of suicide.

rolled 8, 8 = 16

Wait for her to wake up and interrogate her about whether there are any of her fellows elsewhere on the shore.
Leave the threats for the Khorne worshippers, instead tauint her about her weakness and trick her into revealing more about herself and her mission.

>>15428079

>reasonable response to trolling
>12 and 10

/tg/ dice I forgive you.

rolled 5, 2 = 7

>>15428043
set your nose and then realize this.
>>15427896

rolled 12, 9 = 21

>>15428099 Here

I would like to second >>15428079, more as a general decision than a course of action.

rolled 10, 12 = 22

Let's not forget to take the sword as well!

Also, do we have a name yet?

rolled 4, 4 = 8

>>15428079
>>15428106
these 2

>>15428123

I think we can easily combine the two suggestions. The first one for overall direction, and the second for immediate action.

>>15428079

To have the slaver be the slave? What a novel proposition! You rub your hands in glee at your original and uniquely inspired thought. You are shaken from your revelry, though, as you hear a groan from your prisoner's direction. It seems as if you had bound her just in time before she came to!

What do you do now? ((2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts etc.)

rolled 2, 9 = 11

Repeating this now that we've got that squared away!

Wait for her to wake up and interrogate her about whether there are any of her fellows elsewhere on the shore.
Leave the threats for the Khorne worshippers, instead taunt her about her weakness and trick her into revealing more about herself and her mission.

rolled 7, 4 = 11

Beat her and demand she becomes your slave, if she refuses kill her.

rolled 2, 9 = 11

>>15428164
Inform our new guest in a level and reasonable tone that she is now our creature, to live and die by our command, for our own personal glory and the greater glory of Tzeentch; then slash her lightly across the cheek with her own sword to drive the point home.

By the by, I think it's introduction time all around here. What's her name, and what the hell is ours?

rolled 2, 12 = 14

>>15428164

"Ah, so the proud dark elf slaver comes to, only now it seems that you are the slave. And I am your master. So I would advise you to listen to me, or you shall be tasting my whip."

To make our point, give her a good slash across the face. Show that we are in charge here and we are not afraid to draw blood if necessary.

Then once we have her attention, question her about anything in the area that we need to watch out for, more dark elf patrols, monsters, etc.

rolled 4, 12 = 16

>>15428164
carve on her forehead the mark of Tzeentch so that all will know who truly owns her

rolled 11, 7 = 18

>>15428225
>>15428223

I'm liking these suggestions.

As for our name? I haven't a clue. Anyone got a good fantasy name generator we can use?

rolled 1, 3 = 4

The worst fate for an Dark Elf is to let someone else have power over them, so torment her with what will happen to her as a slave. Formulate a plan to scout further down the coast.

>>15428188
>>15428223
>>15428225
Tzeenntch plays his trickery once again

>>15428244
>>15428225
>>15428233
A combination of the above. Souls and ironic cruelty for our master, Great Tchar!

>>15428214
I guess beating her it is

then can we cave a mark into her? also, who's to say she'll be able to even speak Norsca?

Since dark elves crave power offer her a proposition: she can choose to work for you and help you on your quest for power and she can share in the gifts that Tchar has already shown to favor you with. She will not easily forget the mammoth that savaged her. As Tzeentch is also the god of scheming and planning her attempts to betray you and schemes to steal power for herself will please Tchar as much as your own.

>>15428266

I'm also liking the idea of carving Tzeentch's mark into her forehead. Let her forever be branded as our slave and a slave to our god.

>>15428214

The elf blinks awake and she stares at you with the more familiar look of vile revulsion that her kind has of humans. You politely tell her of her situation as your property, but she just swears and once again you feel spit on your face. You feel anger boiling up inside you and you smack her on the side of the face. Again she just snarls and curses at you.

You try again and again to inform her of her position, and again and again she aggravates you into teaching her respect for her owner. Unfortunately, by the time you realize that she can't understand you, you've knocked her out once more, and the sun has started to peek through the horizon.

What now? (2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts etc.)

rolled 11, 2 = 13

>>15428278
I have failed at rolling /derp

rolled 5 = 5

>>15428294
Set her on fire.

FIRE: THE GREAT COMMUNICATOR

rolled 12, 4 = 16

>>15428316
durr

rolled 7, 12 = 19

>>15428294
Fuck it. She's too much trouble. Kill her and set out, hopefully finding a warband we can join, or some way we can prove ourself to Tzeentch.

rolled 8, 9 = 17

It is a new day, and we have a new sacrifice!
Subdue her, carve the sigil of our God into her skin and sacrifice her for the glory of Tzeentch!

rolled 1, 2 = 3

>>15428294
she doesn't speak our language and is unlikely to be broken

as such, I say we carve Tzeentch's symbol onto her forehead and drag her back to either our village or some other settlement in attempts to sell her

if she struggles too much, we just lop her feet of so she cannot escape

rolled 2, 6 = 8

>>15428294

If she cannot understand our words, then she will understand our actions.

Demean her and treat her like the slave she is. Eat yourself and give her only the scraps, If we leave camp, drag her in her chains. If she protests, make it even more painful.

She will learn her new place or die in her futile struggle.

>>15428340
truly, I've lost Tzeentch's favor

rolled 12, 11 = 23

>>15428294
Okay, here's how we do it up.

First, we carve the Flaming Eye into our palm (carefully, mind, we'll need that hand later) and let the blood pool up.

Then we pluck a single feather from our blessed cloak and run it through the blood in our hand.

This accomplished, we recite our seven Names as we force her mouth open and place the bloodied feather on her tongue.

Because if that isn't a Chaos-flavored Comprehend Languages spell, I don't know what is.

>>15428362
Nine names. Nine is our master's sacred number, after all. Every little bit helps.

rolled 8, 10 = 18

Fuck no, we are not sacrificing her this early on.

Seconding this >>15428343

And also adding that we carve the mark of Tzeentch on her forehead.

rolled 9, 3 = 12

>ELF SLAVE WAT DO

Rape her. With magic.

Duh?

rolled 8, 12 = 20

>>15428340
Seconding this

rolled 11, 11 = 22

Wake her up and carve the mark of Tzeentch on her.

rolled 10, 1 = 11

>>15428294
Well, tie her up, carry her along.
A dark elf has their uses, food at the least.

So I think we can all at least agree that this morning for our new slave will involve A.) more pain and B.) carving the mark of Tzeentch into her.

The beatings will continue until morale improves.

>>15428426
>>15428426
Agreed

>>15428426
Hey, I rolled a 12 for setting her on fire.

>>15428316
>>15428305

(humoring these)

She comes to soon enough, probably feigning unconsciousness as a trick she picked up from her own slaves. Again you try in vain to communicate with her, but it's made abundantly clear that she has no grasp of the Norscan language. You entertain the thought of setting her on fire and being done with her, but the embers are already dying and what little kindling and oil that you found from the ship is all but spent.

What now? (2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 7, 3 = 10

>>15428472
retrying
>>15428340

rolled 9, 6 = 15

Carve onto her the mark of Tzeentch. Then drag her with you, she might be useful later.

rolled 7, 2 = 9

>>15428472
Kick her in the face.

rolled 3, 12 = 15

Drag her to closest village.
Sell for profits.

rolled 2, 1 = 3

>>15428472
Best quest thread in a while.

Carve an eye into our forehead, using anything shiny as a mirror and press it against her own forehead, see what happens.

rolled 11, 2 = 13

>>15428043
lop of her limbs and see how she writhes. perhaps we may get some entertainment by neutralizing this woman.

rolled 6, 3 = 9

Carve the sigil of Tzeentch on her torso, or head if her armor prevents the former.

rolled 10, 4 = 14

>>15428558
d12, not d6, a durr.

rolled 10, 12 = 22

ELF RAPE: THE OTHER GREAT COMMUNICATOR

rolled 11, 9 = 20

>>15428558
do this except carve sigils on all exposed skin. It might take a wile but at least it shows dedication.

>>15428580
>rape
>super effective
...bueno

rolled 8, 4 = 12

Someone archive this shit.

I feel a series coming.

>>15428612
already one bro
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15425268/

rolled 2, 3 = 5

>>15428628
Delicious.

Now OP, hurry up.

>>15428606
>>15428589

rolled 2, 9 = 11

>>15428580
YOU FOOL! She'll probably LIKE it!

>>15428512

You take the moment of silence as she glowers at you. Grinning evilly, you think of just how to transcend the barriers of language. You've been going on instinct so far to defile and call upon Tzeentch's influence, but a marvelous idea happens upon you. Taking her own sword, you carve Tzeentch's all seeing eye into your palm. You carve the same image on to her forehead, after of course you apply an "anesthetic" to stop her from struggling by way of the butt of her sword. You feel the power coursing through you, and through the palm. Her eyes shoot open with unearthly light, and you hear her cries in agony. This, you did not expect. Of course you knew that such actions would result in a spell by the winds of magic, but an act of cruelty would not bring out such a change!

You take a faltering step back as she thrashes in her bonds, and you suddenly see what is causing the disturbance. In her wild throes, you catch a glance of another symbol tattooed on to the elf's skin! Already it burns with a suffused pink light, but there is no question. She has been marked in ink with the brand of Slaanesh! You see the blue spider marks like veins crawling down from her forehead and pink tendrils worming their way underneath her skin from the Slaaneshi tattoo. Small items begin to shudder and float around you as the two chaos marks struggle against each other!

You slave is proving to be far more interesting than what you have thought! What do you do now?(2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 5, 10 = 15

>>15428675
Chop off her head and use her blood to tattoo our arm in the marks of the changer of ways, hoping to encur a mutation.

rolled 8, 3 = 11

>>15428675
Carve some more marks!

rolled 10, 7 = 17

Wait and see what happens, if it appears that the mark of our glorious God falters, eviscerate her. If our mark begins to win, begin chanting the seven names of the Changer of Ways!

rolled 2, 8 = 10

>>15428675
punch her in the cock she invariably has.
and then say "the only rape that will happen today, is the rape of your mind, dark elf."

rolled 5, 10 = 15

Quickly sharpen several quills from your cloak, dip them in your blood, and pierce the Slaaneshi tatoo.

rolled 3, 9 = 12

>>15428675
interesting indeed...

carve as many marks of tzeentch into her as we can

dip one of the feathers from our coat into our blood and force her to eat it

worst comes to worst she explodes into chaos energy or something

rolled 12, 1 = 13

>>15428675
Cut off the patch of skin with the Mark of Slaanesh on it.

rolled 10, 11 = 21

add a mark of Khhorne and Nurgle to her

>>15428704
ooh, I like this one

I'm glad it won

these raiders (or at least her in particular) must have been part of some dark elf Slaaneshi cult

>>15428704
Nine. Nine names. Nine is our master's sacred number. Seven is the number of accursed Onogal, the Pestilent Beast.

>>15428754

We only know seven names, not that we think there are only seven names.

rolled 7, 10 = 17

>>15428754
>Taking a handful of her red hair, you cry out the seven names of the Raven God revealed to you, and you slit her throat cleanly!

Read the thread goddamnit, I'm a stupid fucking chaos warrior and I only know 7 names.

>>15428787
>>15428772
THEN WE FUCKING MAKE UP TWO MORE, THE ARTIFICE WILL PLEASE OUR MASTER GREATLY

>>15428787
>I'm
that's WE'RE, bro

lots of other people in here

>>15428675

You watch in morbid fascination as the elf continues to struggle. It seems the scars you've carved into her head and the blood that you've spilled is more powerful than any simple ink. Still, her thrashing is making you worry as more and more of the debris begin to float and the embers of the dead fire burst into life again.

What do you do now in the slow struggle as the mark of Tzeentch begins to work its way through the elf?(2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 9, 10 = 19

>>15428802
Praise the Changer of Ways and chant what names we know of our God.

>>15428802
Our faith lends strength to our master, does it not? Chant his names and lend our will to the metaphysical struggle.

rolled 5, 7 = 12

>>15428802
chant the names of Tchar

try to strengthen the effects of whatever is happening

again, worst case scenario she just explodes

THROW MAGIC AT THE WALL, SEE WHAT STICKS

rolled 10, 1 = 11

>>15428802
Carve more sigils!

rolled 10, 4 = 14

>>15428802

Wrap her within your raven cloak and restrain her as best you can while chanting oaths to the Lord of Change. A few moments in our Lord's embrace will quiet any resistance from the pleasure-filth in her veins.

rolled 6, 5 = 11

>>15428800
Get the hell out of my head! I only know seven goddamnit, and you fucking warp anomolies are fucking messing with my dedication to the Changer of Ways!

rolled 5, 5 = 10

>>15428802
Use her own soul as a vessel to power us, hoping to bring on a change in ourself.

rolled 3, 7 = 10

>>15428802
I support
>>15428716

rolled 10, 6 = 16

>>15428754
9 is right, http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Tzeentch

Pray to Tchar to take this feeble offering and make it a worthy tool to help further his plans and your own schemes of power... rape is why we can't have nice things.

>>15428826
DO YOU HEAR THE VOICES TOO??!?!

rolled 1 = 1

>>15428825
>>15428822

Odds: Carve more
Evens: Chant names

>>15428675
>no elf rape

rolled 7, 7 + 2 = 16

Shout praises to Tzeen'neth, Grand Architect of Fate!

>>15428895

You approach her and try to carve even more insignias of your God into her flesh, but the lack of any proper place and her constant shifting do you no good. Instead, as you try to tighten her bonds to secure her for your blade, a blast of pink energy pushes you back into shipwreck. Slowly, you see the mark of Slaanesh being surrounded by Tzeentch's blue veins, but the tattoo seems to glow even brighter. The elf howls in pain as her armor cracks and chinks, and the head of a daemonette explodes from ther breastplate staring at you in beautiful fury.

You gasp, clutching the sword tightly, backing away from the horrific sight, and once more, you hear the sound of wings.

"Hahaha... you've survived, you've survived! Oh dear me, you are an entertaining one. Now can you survive this, little cultist?" a familiar voice cries out in the din, and you see the raven circling above you. The daemonette sees the bird and lashes out with a whiplike tongue, but the raven easily dodges it and cackles once more.

"Hahaha! What shall you do, acolyte? What shaaaall you dooooo?" he taunts.

Well, what shall you do?(2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 2, 12 = 14

Our steel will be of little use. Plunge raven quills into the daemon's eyes and hope for the favor of our Lord.

rolled 2, 11 = 13

>>15428953
UTTER TCHAR'S SACRED NAMES AND FOCUS OUR WILL IN THE PAIN IN OUR PALM

TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE STRONG MAGICAL WINDS AND BLAST HER

rolled 4, 10 = 14

>>15428953
DISEMBLOW HER.

rolled 3, 4 = 7

>>15428966
Tzeentch wills it!

rolled 6, 10 = 16

>>15428968
!!!

rolled 2, 9 = 11

>>15428953
FOR THE LOVE OF TCHAR, CHANT. If it's only the head of a daemonette so far, we might be able to drive it back in if we're loud enough.

rolled 3, 10 = 13

>>15428953
Drive our sword into the demon-stomach-face's eye nine times!

Try care not to kill the elf before it leaves, though. Doing that might make the demonette manifest fully, and then we'd be superfucked.

rolled 5, 4 = 9

>>15428966
I second this, for the glory of Tzeentch!

If we need a name Umhang may suffice for now... It means "cloak". Maybe Vogel Umhang the Cloaked One?

rolled 4, 1 = 5

>>15428966

This might work, Go Quills!

>>15428969
I don't know what disemblow is, but it's going to be awesome!

>>15428968

As much as you relish the idea of your suffering entertaining your patron, you do have the enough presence of mind to think that your continued existence may prove to be more amusing than a bloody death to a daemonette. The lash-tongue wraps around your hand, and it's pain is addicting. Already you can see fever visions of pain and pleasure in your mind, but the cackling raven brings you back to your senses. You grasp the tongue with your hands, and you scream out the names of your God as the blood trickles on to the daemonett's whip. She howls and tries to withdraw, but from your hand the same spidery veins glow and travel like electricity down the tongue and engulfs the daemonette in azure lightning. She screams again and burns away, and the tattoo at the elf's neck stops glowing as it too is wrapped in Tzeentch's wrappings.

Though you are broken and bloody, you have dispelled the pleasure creature back to the Warp, and both you and your slave are still in one piece (even if you yourself are a fair amount more battered and bruised while the elf only suffers from the carvings on her forehead).

"Excccceeeelleeeennntttt..." the raven drawls out, landing on the elf's shoulder and inspecting the tattoo.

What now?(2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

dice+2d12
Jack your knife right into it's forehead. Be careful of the tongue!

>>15428953

Step 1: Offer up our body as a new host

Step 2: Trap demon in our body and chain it down mentally

Step 3: ???

Step 4: Demonic Abilites

>>15429050
oh apologies I am a newfag.

rolled 2, 9 = 11

Victory dance... if this is a 1, I'm gonna laugh.

rolled 3, 10 = 13

>>15429046
>>15429046
praise Tzeentch and ask if you may be rewarded for your efforts

>>15429046

(Argh, I messed up. Sorry, but let's just go with this and exorcising a daemonette is the same as disemblowing.)

rolled 3, 9 = 12

Cut off the piece of flesh bearing the Slaaneshi tattoo and burn it in the newly-awakened fire, chanting a prayer of thanks to your patron.

rolled 7, 11 = 18

>>15429046
Ask the raven if there are any warbands nearby that we may join and continue to serve the Raven God.

I fear if we ask too much of our patron he'll make us a spawn. That could be bad for our quest for glory and power.

rolled 7, 4 = 11

Supporting with rolls.
noko+dice+2d12 in the email field, kiddo

rolled 1, 7 = 8

>>15429074
This, but cauterize the wound afterwards. no sense tempting Nurgle.

>>15429085
aww yeah

rolled 6, 7 = 13

>>15429085
Supporting this fellow

>noko+dice+2d12 in the email field, kiddo
thanks brah, I think I got it now

Also, we need a name. What's a good Norsey name that's not overused.

rolled 9, 9 = 18

>>15429085
>>15429074
Do both.

rolled 4, 10 = 14

>>15429123
I think Vogel Umhang was pretty decent. I don't think we're impressive enough yet to have a title though.

rolled 12, 9 = 21

>>15429123
We should ask Tzeentch to bestow a special name upon us as a mark of his favor.

>>15429141
>Just_as_planned.png

>>15429141
No damn it. No more asking the raven. It's going to get tired of us, and then it's spawn-time.

>>15429139
Umhang sounds hesitant. How about Vorgel Urhang?

>>15429085

The raven laughs and looks down on you.

"In travelling distance? Nowhere that your feet can take you. All those that fight are already bound at sea, and your village would never take back one such as yourself. No... no warbands at all..." The raven mocks.

"Unless..." he smirks, preening again as he stares at you. "You are prepared to take more risks? You do wish to serve, don't you?"

(2d12 with reply)

rolled 1, 2 = 3

>>15429141
Why? All we did was kill some slavers and forcibly convert a slave. Let's just ask the Warp Aberration (since it obviously speaks our language) if it can relay commands to our new slave wench.

rolled 2, 10 = 12

>>15429165
risks are nothing compared to the glory of serving Tzeentch and the power he can offer

rolled 9, 3 = 12

>>15429165
MY LIFE FOR THE RAVEN GOD, etc.

rolled 12, 3 = 15

>>15429165
"Yes, yes, oh herald of the Raven God!"

rolled 7, 6 = 13

We always shall server the changer of ways!

"For the Changer of Ways, I will take any risk! I shall serve the Raven God!"

>>15429165
Respectfully decline, saying that you do not wish to tax your amsters patience any longer and will spin your own schemes without his aid. Then wander in search of food...and glory.

rolled 4, 7 = 11

>>15429165
Laugh derisively, and say "My life is forfeit. What would you have me do?"

We have to really earn a title, so far we've only blasted one demon so far. If we ask for a title we may have some !!FUN!! in store for us. I'm using the DF interpretation of fun here to clarify.

rolled 6, 1 = 7

>>15429165
"Sure, I could use a change of scenery."

rolled 8, 3 = 11

"What is required of me, raven?"

rolled 9, 8 = 17

>>15429191

Supporting this option.

>>15429182

"Stop grovelling, worm. I don't want you to spoil my appetite..." the raven mutters, hopping down from the elf's shoulder and pecking at one wriggling chunk of the daemonette's tongue that still clings to the material realm.

"To the woods with you, then. You wish for a warband? Then make one, acolyte..." The raven says, pecking once more before picking up the tendril and flipping it in the air to swallow it whole.

"Oh, yes...." he says, eyeing the unconscious elf. "Good work on that one. Deplorable creatures, these dark elves. You'd think they'd be more in line with your way of thinking what with their plots and schemes. But no, they live for that ponce Slaanesh..." the raven sighs, flapping once and landing on the elf's shoulder again

"Here's what I think of that." it chuckles, bending it's legs and grunting, voiding itself on the tattoo. As disgusted as you are by the display, you are amazed to see the tattoo wash off as the bird dropping slide down her neck.

"Perhaps this one will be a start..." the bird laughs, flapping away as the elf begins to wake up.

What now? ((2d12 and an action, first being priority and second being effectiveness of action. First four posts considered.)

rolled 7, 6 = 13

>>15429257
Slap her for the hell of it. Slap her several times. She made us go to all that effort, after all, and we need to teach her her place while she's still making the transition from one god to another.

rolled 9, 9 = 18

>>15429257
Give her a casual wakeup slap and ask her how she's feeling about her conversion.

rolled 11, 10 = 21

"Any beastmen make their lairs nearby? They are always willing to serve the Gods."

Just remember to show them our cloak and our mark.

rolled 9, 7 = 16

finish searching the ship for goods (including more slaves), give the elf a leash and kick it awake

>>15429302
Double nines?
This option is clearly favored by the master.

Also, I think we've hit autosage. Who's up for a new thread? The night is young yet!

rolled 5, 8 = 13

>>15429257
>forming our own warband
Awww yeaaah, fucking shit up for Tzeentch and going where ever the wind takes us!

As for right now? Wake that bitch up and tie her hands behind her back, we're going back to the village. Throw her at the gates, give the sentries the finger, and swagger on out of there.

Making a new thread. Give me a second.

>>15429450

New thread.