Rules: consensus decides the course of action. If there is a tie, a roll will be called for. Link to which of the actions you want to see taken. The highest of 1d100 wins, only the first four rolls will be counted.

List Kedrik's equipment. If we're going to go fight a troll, it would be good to know if we need better goods or if we even have the funds to buy better goods.

You are currently in the Kingdom of Arkhan. Your Quest lies in the Southlands, past the Eldritch Forests and through the Petty Kingdoms, in the heart of the Troll Swamp.

You have: a full set of plate armour. Your father's sword. A trained warhorse. Trail rations to last a week. Ten gold pieces.

You have no lands, no retainers.

Your renown is 0.

>>18559561
Ten gold is nothing to sneer at, but its not going to get you anything better than what you already have. You could pick up something like a bow or lance, if you feel your sword isn't enough.

Your sword is a basic war-sword, a well maintained hand-and-a-halfer.

>>18559607

Can we pick up annoiting oil for the sword or poison?

>>18559613
You can take it to the Temple of Chivalry and asked for it to be anointed by a priestess. Its common practice for a knight to request spiritual protection before embarking on a quest.

>>18559641

Sword at your hip and task in mind, you head to the Temple of Chivalry to ask for a blessing from one of the priestesses within.

The Fortress-City of King Balthazar is one of tight corridors for streets, choked with traffic and street side hawkers. With your armour as symbol of you station, you manage to negotiate the crowd with little trouble, but the crowd grows thicker around the temple itself, and your armour and horse no longer mark you as particularly unique. Knights with retainers in tow choke the steps, yelling out jests to old comrades spotted in the crowd or boasting of deeds done and those soon-to-be-done. A dozen colourful pinions strapped to his back make a peacock of one burly knight, while another wore jester garb over his plate. Strange arms sat at the hips of veterans, each one an individual with the personal tokens and trappings separating him from the knight to his side. The mundane garb of your fellow neophytes made a mark of their own.

At the top of the steps stood the priestesses, young women chosen for their beauty and virtue, sprinkling water from a bowl upon the kneeling warrior before them. Garlands sat on their heads, and their slim form was encased in white ceremonial robes hemmed with gold thread. Each seemed a queen as the assembled men swore to commit some victory to their name.

>>18559779
It took all day before you stood before a priestess. One of the most beautiful women you had ever seen, a tall woman of nubile form with a mane of black hair spilling down across her shoulders.

"In the name of the light, I am Esme, and I bless you with the water of god. Go forth young knight and may glory ride beside you." She flicked the water upon your brow and armour, and smiled.

Before you can get a word in reply another young knight, impatient from the long wait, shoulders past you and takes a knee. Smelling of perfumed water, you return down the steps to your waiting horse.

Onward to Adventure!!!

>>18559855
As you prepare to be on your way you spot a familiar face in the crowd. Once a squire like you, Blair of Godwin had recently been knighted as well. You had been rivals since your first meeting, in a battlefield out in the Petty Kingdoms. Blair claimed to hate you because you were of noble birth where he was common, that you had been guaranteed success where he had been forced to struggle for even the smallest of glory.

You hated him because he was a jerk who had killed an unarmed yeoman.

He sees you and sneers.

"It seems we are on the same quest Kedrik!" he yelled across the temple square, "But the glory will be mine. Consider the troll already slain. Retire back to your father's acreage, before you bring shame upon his name."

The day is late, the sun is already sinking, and its many a week to the Troll Swamps. Smelling of perfumed water with Blair's insults ringing in your ears, you head out onto the road joining the evening traffic of farmers returning to their lands and merchants beginning their journey home.

so far in the heart of the kingdom, the trip is uneventful to say the least. Long used to hard journey, the peace of the road is like a bur beneath your saddle. Its only a week later that you find yourself in less reputable land.

>>18559946
The border marking the end of Arkhan and the beginning of the petty kingdoms was the broad water-horse road, a sweeping river that would swallow any man that dared to ford it, and the great stone bridge that stretched across it. Less a gate house and more a fortress manned the bridge, a first defence against any invaders. Archers manned the battlements, ready to bring death down upon those that would cross the bridge with evil intent.

By the bridge was a tavern with an accompanying wharf, house to many river-craft making their way along the trade routes and towns that called the water-horse home.

It was late in the day, the sun beginning to close down on the horizon. You could continue on into the uncertain countryside of the Petty Kingdoms, or take lodging for the night in the last friendly inn you are likely to see.

>>18559952
Continue on your way, or rest for the evening?

Just a bump.

Well, you might as well have a good night's sleep. It cleanses the mind, refreshes the soul and strengthens the body, dontcha know

>>18560109
As you approach the inn a stable boy runs out to fetch your horse. He bows low as you hand him the reins, and leads it away with a practised hand.

Entering the inn you are greeted by the smoke of the tap room, thick clouds of tobacco accompanied by raucous laughter. The field hands were in for the evening, sharing stories and drinks around the fireside. They toast your entrance drunkenly, a friendly greeting to a newly arrived stranger.

A rose cheeked, red faced rake of a man stands laughing by a tapped barrel of wine, handing out drinks for the serving girls to carry. A fiddler had struck up a lively tune, and the serving girls seemed to dance to it as they manoeuvred the crowd. One danced up beside you, a slim figure in a loose fitting shift with dark red hair close cropped around her ears.

"Take your ease m'lord, and have a pint, t' innkeeper is celebrating his new born grandson," she bobbed her head in the direction of the red faced man.

Strangers beckon you to sit with them, offering pinches of tobacco and drinking horns both.

Stay and enjoy the celebration, or retreat to a room for rest.

>>18560169
Enjoy the celebration for an hour or two, then retire to the room. If they ask, explain to them about your quest to kill the troll. Oh yeah, don't drink too much.

>>18560187
You let the girl take you by the arm and lead you over to the crowded tables. "Cheers to Jill and Harry both, blessin' of god on their baby girl!" a bull-frog faced man roared, sloshing around a horn of wine. The blessing was greeted with cheers. The girl slipped you into a free seat and danced away with a hitch in her step.

"Welcome traveller," a thick necked field-hand said, slapping your shoulder, "You've come at a good time." He spoke around a thin cigarette, spitting clouds of bluish smoke with each breath. A companion of his looped an arm around his shoulder, pulled him from his chair. They laughed as they wrestled on the common room floor, with wagers soon flying between the spectators. None betted more than a couple of silver.

Soon the girl was back at your side, horn in either hand.

"Drink with me m'lord, t' the health of the new baby girl," she said, slipping onto your lap.

"I'll not have much, but one can't hurt," you reply, drinking from the horn.

When she offers to fetch more you stop her. "I'll need a clean head tomorrow. I'm heading south to slay a troll."

>>18560245
Heads were drawn at the mention of the beast. "True, m'lord must be brave," the girl cooed, her eyes wide with excitement, "I had heard a troll can kill a horse with one blow, and turn invisible besides."

You shrug. Many stories were told about what a troll could do. You would discover the truth in time.

"They say their breath can kill, like choking poison," a man said, blowing a smoke ring.

"A brave knight would be its match though," the girl insisted, "And m'lord is a brave knight!"

"A toast to the brave knight!" a roar went up and wine continued to flow.

Keeping your wits, you bid them a good night and make your way up to a free room. The serving girl comes along. "A brave knight needs someone to attend to him, don't he?" she asked, face flushed from the wine. She leans close to your side as you open the door. "Would you like me to attend to ye?"

>>18560251
> turn her down, or accept her advances?

>>18560251
"Not today. I'd rather have that when I return, having slayed the troll. Thank you for the offer though."

>>18560277
You smile and reply, "Not today. I'd rather have that when I return, having slayed the troll. Thank you for the offer though."

She pouts, but the pout soon becomes a sly grin. Before you can get through the doorway she plants a kiss on your cheek.

"Yer a real knight, ye'll have no problem with that troll," she said before dancing away with a playful wave. You enter your room to find another fellow sleeping soundly in the other bed. Its often that strangers have to share a room on the road, and not the first time you had done so. Stripping down to your small clothes, you climb into the unoccupied bed and settle in for the night, your sword hanging from the bedpost for easy access.

Its not long before dawn arrives, and as your master had drilled into you, you rise with it. Pulling on your clothes and rebuckling your sword about your waist, you head down into the common room for breakfast.

The staff seems drawn out, but still cheerful. Many of the girls looked as if they hadn't slept. The red haired girl was, however, snoring loudly in the corner curled up by the fireplace, a drinking horn tucked under her arm.

A hefty woman saw you to a table. She had a thin smile but a hefty laugh. "Last night was a riot, you shouldn't have left so early. Poor Mara was heart-broken," she said, gently gesturing to the sleeping girl. "we've got bacon burned crisp with buttered bread and a cider to wash it down. That'll be three silver pennies," she took the coin and went on her way, quick to return with the meal.

>>18560355
Wolfing it down, you note the man who shared your room come stumbling down the stairs.

A tall man, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, he wore the garb of a forester. Blond hair stood in odd tufts on his head, the hair line severely receded. Despite that you'd count him as young enough to be contemporary, somewhere just shy of twenty.

He sat across from you and ordered the same. It occurred to you that you had little gift for tracking and hunting, and an experienced forester could come in handy further south. Perhaps this man was for hire?

>>18560360
Well, might as well ask him what he's doing here. Is he questing like we are? If he's going after the same target, we don't need to hire him.

>>18560360

'So, good man, what brings you to this place? Have you had a good night?'

can we buy a good strong lance?

>>18560419
"Say traveller, what bring you through this way?" you ask over the mug of cider.

He swallows his mouthful of bacon. "Work, there's rumour of a water-horse along the river drowning children. The petty king across the river has put up a bounty of thirty gold for its capture. The king on the other side has offered a knight-ship. Between the two I'm after the gold." He downed his cider in a single gulp. "You?"

"Hunting a troll," you say, toasting your fellow hunter.

"Tough one, trolls are smart. Remember to mask your scent before you go looking for it, the bastards have damn good noses. And don't trust your ears, they can mimic other creatures' sounds." He wiped the grease from his chin. "The name's Barton. Good luck on your hunting."

"Likewise."

He stood, dusted the crumbs from his tunic, and headed out the inn. The girls called farewells after him, but he did not turn to accept them. Before long he was gone.

>>18560456
There is a town across the bridge that falls under the domain of one of the petty kingdoms. You might be able to buy a lance there.

>>18560482

Huh. Do we know what a water horse is?

And can we ask him where he might be headed after the hunt? 'The better, perhaps, for a celebratory drink.'

If not, go to Mara and ask for her favour for the quest ahead. 'They say a good lady's good wishes is worth three strong lances in battle. And I'd need every strong lance I can get.'

>>18560482

Go and congratulate the innkeeper again! 'He shall be an honourable man, and good, like you.'

>>18560506
> Do we know what a water horse is?

A water-horse is a mythological creature. Its a malevolent horse that lives in rivers and lakes, enticing people to try and ride it, but drowning them in the waters. You are familiar with them.

Before you can ask after him, he has already disappeared out the doorway.

You stalking across the common room and rouse Mara from her sleep. She blinks up at you with a tired smile. "G'morning m'lord," she said.

"Lady, I have a favour to ask of you.. They say a maiden's favour is as good as three strong lances in battle. Would you honour me with one bestowed by your hand."

Her brow wrinkles in confusion before widening with surprise. "Uh, um, of course m'lord!" she said, her face burning as red as her hair. She searched herself for something appropriate, running her hands through every pouch and pocket. "I don't know, I'm not a lady," she said, pulling out lint and copper pennies, "I've nothing worth giving, nothing like a 'favour'. Just old dish rags." She looked up at you with shame welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry m'lord, I've nothing like that to give." She appears to be on the verge of crying as she fumbles uselessly with her belt.

>>18560547

Awww!

Smile and calm her down.

'Grant me a dish-rag, then, lady. If your well-wishes come with it, it is as good as gold-threaded silk.'

If she does give us a dish rag, I guess we could tie it to one of our weapons. Maybe the lance we're about to get.

>>18560581
You give her a smile and cup her chin. 'Grant me a dish-rag, then, lady. If your well-wishes come with it, it is as good as gold-threaded silk.'

A sob sounds from deep in her throat. She draws the dish-rag from her belt and hands it to you with trembling figures. Tears are spilling down her cheeks.

"You don't have ta mock me," she said between sobs. Brushing the tears from her eyes she made a tripping run out to the kitchen, choking back her sobs. You tie the rag around your wrist for now, planning to one day tie it about your lance. She thought it mockery but you had been sincere.

>>18560547

Take a copper and kiss her. Put copper somewhere in our armour.

Then, yes, we need weapons that would be good against trolls. Is a lance good against trolls?

>>18560616
> Is a lance good against trolls?

You don't know, you've never fought a troll before.

>>18560610

Oh dear. Well, now we have a reason to come back.

For now, though, let's go and get the lance. Do the rules of honour preclude ranged weapons for us? Yes, what other things would be good for fighting trolls?

>>18560488

lets make a quick stop at this place and get one then.


it should be useful regardless, especially when ya charge with your horse

Lance seconded.

Also, definitely coming back to town with rag around lance. We are a knight; we mean every word we say!

>>18560628
what do we KNOW about trolls. Now rumor, is there anything we know about them? I'd say fire would be useful.

>>18560634
>>18560642
You take you leave of the inn and the stable boy takes little time in bringing out your horse. Mounting up you give the boy a nod, which he returns with a gap-toothed smile.

Riding out to the bridge the guards see you through with friendly waves. It feels good to be on the road again, the roar of the river beneath you and the wind whipping your hair.

It occurs to you that you might be in need of a lance. There is a town only some hours ride away, a village under the protection of King Dominic, a local petty king little better than a well armed bandit chief.

With that course in mind you ride through the day, the roads still well maintained even as you break from stone to hard packed dirt. The village appears some way ahead, a collection of thetch houses spread out around a single round tower. The tower was King Dominic's 'fortress', a poor sight compared to the mighty castles of Arkhan but one of the best to be found in the petty kingdoms.

A smith's hammer rang out over the bustle of the town. Children ran passed dirty and half naked, chasing a dog with a stick.

You dismount by the blacksmith. Its a far cry from the sort you are used to, it was opened up the elements and seemed more suited to nails and horse shoes than to equipping warriors for battle. A skinny man with a sour twist to his mouth worked bare chested over an anvil, hammering out a shoe. His back was covered in hairy welts and he stank of rancid milk.

He glared up at you from his work, a mouthful of twisted green teeth bared.

"You want somethin'?" he asked.

"A lance," you reply. He burst out in laughter, a surprisingly sweet laugh for such a miserable looking man.

"I'll get ya one with t' cup of heaven beside. Just let me etch it out o' my vault!"

I propose we completely slather ourselves and the horse and weapons with mud to cover our scents when we get closer to the troll

>>18560702

'Pray be quick, sir.'

Also, slathering with mud actually sounds.... like a good plan.

>>18560668
You know they are big, nasty and eat just about anything. They can rip a horse apart with their bare hands. You also now know everything Barton told you. Everything else is just rumour and myth as far as you are aware.

>>18560714
>>18560702

How about weaknesses, any weaknesses?

>>18560713
He glares murder at you, hefting his hammer.

"Now I'll not be mocked by some up-jumped northern brat. This ain't yer land where a knight does as he please with no mind fer poor folk. We don't have no lances, and even if we did I wouldn't give one to a maiden chaser like you. You move on or I'll fell you where you stand. Got that?"

>>18560728
In your experience, chopping something's head off or ripping out its heart usually does the job.

>>18560731

Touch your sword. 'If you wish for mockery, sirrah, I can give it you. If only you had less things to mock! Between your smell and your filthy beard, rat, I could spend all day singing about your idiocies. You should really know better than to speak this way to your betters.'

>>18560761
"I fucking warned you!" he swung his hammer in a strong wide arc.

You dodge the blow with ease and your sword springs from its scabbard. He is intent on killing you, coming in with a strong overhand blow.

What do you do?

>>18560731

"why didn't you say so?!"

ask for anyplace that might sell one


oh, how big is a troll? like a little taller than humans or some sort of colosal giant?

>>18560772

Close in and batter him with our sword's pommel. We do not intend to kill, but an insult has to be returned!

>>18560774
> oh, how big is a troll? like a little taller than humans or some sort of colosal giant?

You don't know how big they are specifically. Some say they are as big as a big man, others say they can be confused for a hill at a distance.

>>18560781
He brings his hammer down and you catch the shaft on your sword. Stepping into his reach and twisting your blade you smash the pommel of your sword into his nose. A howl of pain and gushing blood, the hammer falls from now limp fingers and he lands square on hi backside, clutching his broken face.

Kick him, disarm, throw hammer away.

'Is there anyone else here who speaks and behaves like a human being?'

>>18560792

Foot on chest, sword to neck.

'Now, if you will kindly tell me where else I may obtain a lance.'

demand to know where we may acquire a strong lance

>>18560798
You kick him down, heft his hammer in one arm and throw it as far as you can down the road. It landed somewhere in the distance with a heavy thump.

"Does anyone here behave like a human being?" you belt at the town. A crowd had gathered, drawn by the quarrel, and they boo your declaration.

"Northern thug!" a woman yells, throwing a tomato at you. It splatters against your chest. They shake their fists, shouting insults and threats.

>>18560824

Ask for quiet. 'I merely come in hope of getting a lance.'

>>18560817
>>18560803
Ignoring the crowd, you kneel down beside the old smith and demand to know where you might get a strong lance.

"Two kingdoms south is Tregger, its got what you're lookin' for," he snarls through his shattered nose, "Best you get there before the lynchin' starts."

>>18560863

.... How big is a kingdom exactly? They sound rather tiny.

Well, then again, he's right. Let's get out of here and set course for Tregger.

>>18560863

Give the son of a bitch a smile and drop a gold coin in his hand.

Hop on your horse and ride off into the sunset

>>18560906

Second this.

Just a question, is it because our renown is 0 that everyone dislikes us, or is it simply because we're a knight? Just to be clear on this.

>>18560894
The Petty Kingdoms are well named. Each 'king' barely claims more than three or four villages, with barely a fortress to rule from. Most are pretty much robber barons, with dynasties that last about four seasons before they get knifed by their subordinates. Tregger is the most stable and one of the largest, with a king that has ruled for twenty years and a dynasty stretching back three generations.

Knowing where exactly Tregger is from your times as a squire, you mount up and be on your way, shoving the angry crowd from your mind. It would take a day to reach it, and the territory you would be crossing through is treacherous.

Barnsley is the next kingdom over, ruled by a vagabond from the north named Hogarth. The one after the was split between two men who had murdered their boss and were now fighting over his crown.

By sun down you are far from the nearest town, in a woodland known for hosting bandits. You can continue on in the night or make camp and wait for day break. Riding on through the night should bring you to Barnsley, but who knows what might be waiting in the dark.

>>18560937
Both. Northerners aren't well liked in the south. Famous knights are celebrities, and pretty much loved everywhere they go.

>>18560955

... If we make camp in the woodland that'd just be an invitation, though, wouldn't it?

Let's continue.

we could always set up camp and lay a trap/ambush for the fuckers.

kill em all and take all their horses and weapons and shit

>>18560973
Its too dark to ride safely through the woodland. Any large root or sudden hole could lead to a broken leg for your horse. You dismount and lead it by hand, carefully avoiding any trip-falls.

Its soon full dark, very dark indeed. The stars are hidden by the forest trees, and the sound of night life rings out. The yowl of a fox on the hunt, the shriek of an owl. By your judge it would be quieter if their were bandits about, but you are no woodsman.

Its a rough night of careful walking, paranoid glances and ears keen for the sound of approaching thieves. But despite your fears the night is uneventful, and though you continue on with sluggish steps soon the sun is breaking through the branches and the trees are beginning to clear.

You mount up and let your horse carry you out of the forest and into a road meadow. There is a farm house in the distance, and large brown cattle milling about.

>>18561027
> broad meadow

>>18561027

Hmm... ask if they could kindly point us the way to Barnsley?

Or just ride straight to Barnsley, really.

Keep riding!

we shall have that lance before the day is out, or die trying.

>>18561079
>>18561054
You ignore the farm house and eventually continue on, finding a road that led up to a village much like the one you had visited yesterday. Barnsley was as mean as the last, with suspicious villagers watching you as you passed.

Bone tired with belly grumbling, you devour one of your rations. Dismounting you lead your horse over to water trough. Other horses were tethered before it, dressed in saddles clearly stolen.

It wasn't quite an inn or a tavern you stood before, but it was a larger house than the ones around it and the sound of merriment came from within. A weather beaten man leaned on the doorway smoking a long stemmed pipe.

He had a sword at his hip, jewels tucked into his belt, and a disreputable air about him.

>>18561123

Blimey. Is there anywhere else we could go?

If not, maybe we should get out of Barnsley.

>>18561123

... let's go inside for a hot lunch. Keep purse close by, watch it carefully.

keep checking on the horse so it or your stuff dosent get stolen and ask the man where one might find a good strong lance for sale

>>18561175
>>18561167
You keep an eye on your horse as you approach the man. "Know where I can get a hot meal, or a strong lance?" you ask.

The weathered man gives an amused look. "Is that a come on?" he asked with a twisted grin. "Foods in there for the right coin." He grabbed his crotch, "This is the only lance I got. Won't cost you as much as a bowl of the brown in there."

You nod, and with a backward glance for your horse, enter the house.

Its obvious the men within are bandits. They threw gold back and forth with glee, coins and jewels both. None went without a scar on their face, most were missing a finger or two. One bushy bearded fellow had a snake carved into his cheek.

A battered young women with a clubbed foot limped between them, filling their bowls and drinking horns. Some casually slapped her arse, others were breasts. One pulled at her hair painfully, for no other reason than he could.

If any patrons weren't bandits, they had made themselves small enough to avoid notice.

>>18561237

Ask for some hot soup and a drink, then. Be nice, but don't try to attract notice. Keep purse and sword carefully.

get out and search for a smithy

>>18561237
You take a seat and call for a bowl of food.

The collective eyes of the bandits turn to you, and the merriment dies. The woman carefully limps over, and passes you a bowl full of a thick brown stew. You take a look at her face and see one ravaged before its time. Either from stress or illness her hair was threaded with grey and her face lined with wrinkles. One of her eyes barely opened, a small slit in a bruised face.

>>18561270

Mind our own business. Thank the woman, and eat.

>>18561289

second this totally.

fuck, there is gonna be a fight, isn't there?

alright then, subtly count up how many people are here, which ones look the strongest, and find the ones that carry ranged weapons and keep track of them.

>>18561289
You thank the woman and she nods listlessly before walking away. You eat your stew in a hostile silence, paying no mind to the glaring thugs thumbing their weapons. Its not a pleasant meal, but its hot an goes down easy. Your tiredness abates a note, but your legs are still heavy from your night of walking and a yawn soon breaks out.

"You gonna just sit there like a fool?" the snake scarred man asked, hand tight on a long knife at his belt.

>>18561319
Six bandits wearing a wild assortment of armour, mostly thread bare chain that couldn't stop an arrow. The snake scarred man is the physically largest, but a slick looking fellow with a bandoleer of throwing knives looks equally dangerous. Some have axes, other have long knives, but none amongst them has a sword or bow.

You aren't wearing your plate armour, that remains bundled up with the horse. You have on a padded blue gambeson and hose, with leather riding boots.

Why the fuck is everyone so damn hostile to us?
Pretty much everyone we've met we've manage to piss off, do we have a charisma score of 3 or something?

>>18561327

Look them over. Is the snake-scarred man a leader? Can we see if there are any leading figures?

If we're going to have to fight so many at a time, best go for the chief.

'No, sir. I did not wish to disturb your merriment, is all. Is anything the matter?'

>>18561348
The Petty Kingdoms aren't particularly friendly.

>>18561351
By your estimate the snake scarred man looks to be the leader. You give him a smile and say, 'No, sir. I did not wish to disturb your merriment, is all. Is anything the matter?'

"A northerner eating our gruel is disruption enough," the man drew his knife, "We can do this in here, or out there."

>>18561373

'I have paid for the gruel, sir. And, mind, it's not bad gruel, and I am grateful. Lunch is no occasion to fight.'

Seriously, this amount of aggro is beginning to wear a bit, OP.

>>18561348
>>18561384

Disagree with them. Carry on, OP. We can take it, it's no fun if everyone's showering us with lances and free food!

alright, IIIF shit goes down, go for the knife throwing fuck first. then look for the weakest looking person there and then absolutely destroy him, cleave the fucker in half in one stroke to strike fear in his fellows hearts

oh good. swords>axes

>>18561394
Dude, there's a diffrence between lavished with praise and attacked and almost lynched for trying to buy a lance.

How many of them exactly? Surely we've had enough time to take a good assessment.

>>18561399
>>18561394
>>18561384
'I have paid for the gruel, sir. And, mind, it's not bad gruel, and I am grateful. Lunch is no occasion to fight.'

The snake-scarred man smiled. "We need an occasion to fight?" he looked to his boys, who gave a bloody thirsty cheer in reply.

You nod thoughtfully, liking the last of the stew from your fingers. You point once, at the one with the throwing knives.

"You."

Its all you say before springing forward, sword snicking out of its sheath. He lost the top half of his head before anyone could shout. He stumbled backward with a terrible moan before sinking to the ground. A thin boy no more than fifteen, with a long weedy moustache, barely has time to raise his axe before you have him run through.

The remaining four came at you as one, knives and axes bared. You turn an axe blow to the head and return the cut in kind, scattering them back, a man howling in pain as he grabbed at his split face.

They back up as one too, the fight knocked out of them by your furious assault.

>>18561418
i think there are 6

it's fine if ya keep throwing hostiles at us or whatever.
makes this more fun

>>18561417
Kedrik was warned not to mock the guy, and assaulting a town's blacksmith isn't exactly going to endear you to the community.

>>18561475

'For King! For Arkhan!'

No one will stop us! Grab another weapon if we need to in the off-hand and attack mercilessly!

>>18561484

Well, no mocking was done here whatsoever, OP. We just got jumped by a whole gang for eating soup. Which we paid for.

"hahahaha, finish what you've started filthy wretches"

throw some water on em or throw something heavy and keep going at em till they're all dead.

>>18561485
You scoop up the fallen axe in your left hand and take your sword in the right. "For Balthazaar and Arkhan!" you roar, sweeping forward.

To the bandits you are death. They throw their wounded comrade at you and he falls beneath a hard blow from your axe. The remaining three are backed to the door, one tried to run and took the axe blade in the back of his knee, splitting open the artery with a liquid slap.

Your sword swipes around and takes off the snake-scarred man's knife hand. You put your boot in his chest and he flies out the doorway. The last tries to leap on your shoulders, his knife looking for your eyes, but you throw him off and take his head from his shoulders with a strike of your sword.

Standing amongst the carnage, blood rushing like a torrent through your body, you are greeted only by the moans of the dying. The crippled woman watches huddled in the corner, a mean smile splitting her face.

Just a question, OP, is nobility not respected here simply for being, you know, noble? Like, if we had a big banner saying 'I AM KNIGHT', would the bandits have backed off?

I'm not saying this because I expect it - just need to know what the attitudes are like. We can't keep going around getting into fights, and Kedrik will learn to prevent incidents quickly too...

>>18561526

Nod at her. 'My lady. I hope this does not trouble your establishment overly. Do you happen to have a towel, or some cloth, that I might clean myself?'

>>18561526
I'm dreadfully sorry for the mess, could you get me a cloth to clean myself, tell me where you want the bodies and another bowl of food, I'm afraid the fight has hungered me.

>>18561530
In Arkhan no one would give you shit, and most peasants would be deferential to you as soon as they knew who you were. You are, however, not in Arkhan.

The Petty Kingdoms don't give much of a shit about nobility. To them everyone with a sword is just another thug or wannabe king. Most of them don't live very long. The Petty Kingdoms are also poor as dirt, and don't like people from Arkhan, mostly because Arkhan is a much nicer place to live. Jealousy and pride makes them unusually hostile, more or less.

Give the woman a mean smile of your own.

go out and talk to the last bandit.
i say we find out who he works for and take em all out, to relieve the locals of bandits and more importantly to kill off the rest of the fucks that are likely to go after us for revenge.

at least then we might not be treated hostile anymore if we kill some bandits and even if they don't, free weapons and gold

>>18561557
>>18561544

Second these, also loot the bodies. Do any of them have a lance? Is a lance around? Take whatever weapons might be useful, who knows.

>>18561484
He was being a right douche to us, and when we responded in kind he attacked us with a hammer.

Everyone here is either fucking psycho or a khorne worshipper (like there's a diffrence).

>>18561566

Fair nuff.

Loot weapons, talk to woman. That woman's taken gyp from them for years, I bet.

>>18561544
>>18561557
She grins and gives you a rag to wipe yourself down with and a bowl of brown to eat.

"So long as I have this house, you eat for free. And don't worry 'bout the bodies. My pigs are hungry too." she gives a nasty cackle as she bends over to scoop up all the scattered gold.

You sheathe your sword and drop the axe, spooning hot stew into your mouth with gusto. The woman continues on her pillaging, paying you no mind.

Taking a seat again you feel the strength sapped out of you. A night without rest and this lunch-time battle has left you absolutely exhausted. You were threatening to collapse right then and there.

>>18561624
I'm sorry to impose on you madam but might I have liberty of a bed for a few hours? I have been riding without rest for a long while and this last fight has sapped my endurance.

Take a short nap, an hour or two and then continue on our journey, given our luck falling asleep on our horse will end badly.

>>18561624

Hmm. Actually, do second the talking to the living bandit.

Also, do we not get any share of the loot?

>>18561590
You salvage an axe and the bandoleer of throwing knives. Though you are far from proficient with either weapon, time might see your skills improve and the Petty Kingdoms were giving you ample reason to practice.

what about the last bandit? the one we kicked out of the door?

he is gonna be back with friends.
lets wear our armor to sleep or in the room with us if we're not gonna go hunt down some bandits

>>18561641
>>18561639

These.

Can we practice with axe after our nap? We really shouldn't ride at night if the day brings us this much conflict. Spend the evening throwing knives and swinging axe.

Maybe if we spent the night here, we could also ask the clubfoot woman what's going on and what she knows.

>>18561665

and where we might find a proper knight lance

>>18561641
> Also, do we not get any share of the loot?

Do you want a share of that loot? Its all stolen, remember.

>>18561639

You ask the women for the use of a bed and she jerks her thumb towards a stairway. Climbing the steps wearily, you give her your thanks. Cots line the little loft, and you find one with the least amount of lice to collapse on.

You meant to sleep only lightly, but the trials of the day had you waking at sundown. You had the loft to yourself, and a small package was bundled at your feet with a note attached.

It read: 'A gift for you Sir Stranger. Some spare sausage and a bit of coin. If I were you I'd get out of town. Those men worked for the local piss-ant currently claiming kingship. I'm going to ground for a time, hopefully he won't think to look for me. Cheers and good luck, Ellen.'

You can only assume it had been the cripple woman that had left it.

>>18561691
Wake up, stretch, keep the package and return to our travels, I'd rather not spend any more time here.

>>18561691

Hmmm. Kind of her.

Let's sneak out of town then, perhaps. Maybe we could use the cover of night to advantage.

OK, king here is basically a bandit, we should take all these fuckers on. head bandit calling himself king, so he is bound to have some mighty fine weapons and items just to display his kingship.

>>18561658
>>18561665
You look out a window to see the last bandit you had kicked out the door still lying there. He wasn't moving, and his body had been picked clean of salvage. The shock of amputation combined with severe blood loss, left untreated, often killed quickly.

Your horse is still there, but the mangy beasts belonging to the bandits had been taken.

>>18559534
>implying i am a knight
>implying i am a young man
>implying i am caucasian
>implying i hail from a kingdom
>implying i live in a country with a king
>implying i participated in a tournament
>implying trolls exist
>implying i am a paladin
>implying my boyhood dreams involved running around in heavy armor trying to find a monster that doesn't really exist

You were completely wrong OP. Im sitting here with my cushy $80k per year job, not being some idiot playing with swords. At least try and do some research before claiming to know anything about me.

>>18561712

Well, that's fine.

Let's get the hell out of there. Where are we meant to go for troll-hunting, anyway?

>>18561734
meh

>>18561712
fuck, we could have taken some horses. and the bandit died? fuck.

well we can lay in wait for his comrades to arrive and ambush em or just get the fuck out of here.
we never got our lance though so i'm all for fighting the bandits and taking one

We do have a time limit on the troll-slaying quest, right? Namely, we have to do it before that other douchebag does?

>>18561705
>>18561707
You pack up your possessions, stretch out and head down to the doorway. Picking your way over the noticeable blood stains, you come out into the clean night air.

Untying your horse, you mount up and ride on, keen to put as much distance between yourself and the town.

Despite the dark of night its an easy enough ride. The road, while not very well maintained, was none the less even and easy to ride. You pass a burned out wagon in the night, scattered parts of its former owners left for the crows. It might have been the work of the men you had killed, it might have been the work of another group. Either way it was several days old now, whoever had done it had done so a time ago.

The next kingdom over wasn't much any more. It had been ripped apart by a sudden civil war between the last king's captains. You rode through a burned out town, passed staked out bodies of men and women.

Inhuman butchery had been done here, and the wail of the night wind lent it a haunted air. Superstition had it that a land such as this left unattended by a priest gave birth to malevolent creatures, goblin-creatures that feasted on bones and drank human bile.

As you continue on your way you hear a terrible shriek in the night, the scream of a child soon followed by the barking snarl of a wolf.

>>18561778

Follow the sound. Quick!

>>18561778
Investigate, we could hardly call ourself a knight should we ignore the cries of a child in danger.

It may be a trap so be cautious but head quickly towards the sounds.

>>18561767
>>18561739
Sir Blair would love to beat you to it, and he's pretty much the only 'time limit' you have.

The troll can be found in the aptly named Troll Swamp, beyond the Petty Kingdoms in the heart of a territory called the 'Lost Kingdoms'. If the Petty Kingdoms seem rough and lawless, the Lost Kingdoms are even worse.

we are never going to get any renown or fame if we keep running away and not taking any initiative.
we didn't even get a lance now.
hope the troll isn't the size of a mountain.

run towards the child and save him!

>>18561795
>>18561798
You draw your sword and head towards the sounds. Fearing a trap you none the less ride in boldly. There you fin a snarling wolf, mangy furred and mean eyed, squaring off against a young girl brandishing a tree branch. Her hair unbound and her clothes torn and dirty, the girl looked as wild and desperate as the wolf.

Every time it would snap at her the branch would come down on its muzzle. She had quick hands but the wolf was growing more desperate. It wouldn't be long before the branch failed as a deterrent.

>>18561838

Hmmm. Run in and kill the wolf!

Ask the child how on earth she got here.

>>18561812
Its a mangy wolf, thin and starved. A danger to a child of someone less robust, but no danger at all to a knight on horseback. You ride it down with your horse, trampling and stamping it with iron shod hooves. It whimpers and barks before a hoof finds the side of its skull. The beast is soon dead, crumpled in a pathetic ball under your steed.

The girl looks up at you wide eyed, back still pressed against the tree. The branch falls from her hands.

>>18561876
Talk to the child, tell her it's safe now. See what information we can get about what happened and how she ended up in the woods like this.

We can't really justify leaving a defenseless child here so take her along, at least until we find somewhere safe for her, or if we don't we could always use a squire.

>>18561853
You ask the girl how she had come to be in this situation.

"I've been living in the woods since the attack. They burned down the village, killed everyone. I hid out here when it happened. Its the only reason I'm alive."

>>18561889

Second. Also ask her where her home is, and maybe we could bring her there at least. But if she doesn't, then I guess we get ourselves a companion for now...

take her with us!

>>18561894
How long have you been here, when was the attack?

Well looks like we have a travelling companion, Help her onto the horse and continue on our journey, give her a piece of bread and a bit of sausage.

>>18561894

'I see. Is there anywhere for you to go now, then?'

If not, take her along. Ask her name.

>>18561889
"Its safe now, come here," you say, climbing out of the saddle. She approached warily, uncertain of your true intentions. You take out a trail ration and throw it to her. Snatching it up, she gobbled it down desperate, almost choking on the crumbs. You throw her your water flask and she drinks deeply, pouring some over her head.

"Who attacked your village?' you ask.

She shrugged. "Someone, it doesn't matter which. They're all bastards." she eyed you carefully. "Do you work for those bastards?"

You assure her that you are your own man, a knight-errant about his own business. You offer to take her with you, or as far as it takes to get her some where safe.

"No where is safe," she replied, "But if you can take as far as Tregger, that would be good. I have an uncle there."

>>18561951
Come on up girl, we have some hard riding ahead of us.

I can't just keep calling you girl, what's you name?

I'm Sir Kedrik Connington, Questing Knight.

>>18561951

'That's just as well, I was headed there too.'

Help her on the horse, ask her name. Ask about Tregger, what it's like.

>>18561907
>>18561918
You agree to take her as far as Tregger and ask her name. "Charlotte, but most folks call me Charlie," she said, offering you her hand. You shake it firmly.

"Kedrik," you give her in turn. You hitch her up into the saddle. From the way she sits its clear she doesn't know how to ride. Opening you saddle bag you offer her the rind of the sausage, which she takes happily.

Taking the reins of the horse, you walk back to the road.

(your horse is unnamed, do you want to name it?)

>>18561982

Rocinante is the only proper name for a horse like ours.

Epona

>>18561976
As you walk you ask her questions about Tregger. She has little information to give. "Its bigger than where I lived. Its gotta wall too, big wooden one. And the men who work for the king all wear the same clothes. Makes 'em look kinda funny really, all dressed the same. Me uncle is one of them, a 'man-at-arms'. Boz, that's his name. My mother's brother. He has kids, but I don't like them much."

She doesn't talk for a long time, and it takes you a moment to realise she's quietly crying. There was no wailing, or great sobs, just tears down her cheeks.

Its another day to Tregger, and Charlie was falling asleep in the saddle. You weren't desperate for sleep, but you weren't fresh either. The Sun was rising on a rolling hillside. In the distance you could see smoke rising, too large for just a camp fire.

>>18562062
Get closer, try to get a vantage point and see what is actually happening before we charge in all heroic like.

>>18562062

... We should avoid the smoke.

'You don't have to go to Tregger if you don't want to, you know. It'd be nice to have a companion for my journey.'

>>18562092
Fuck yeah, a mini knight would be just grand

We could teach her to be sneaky and stuff.

... and hope she does not repay it by stealing all our things.

>>18562088
You slow your pace and leave Charlie atop Epona at a safe distance. Drawing your sword and stalking the high grass, you approach the billowing plume of smoke. It doesn't take you long to realise what it is, you had seen the result of a similar raid just the other night. Buildings put to the torch spat up thick black clouds while men hunted the streets, cutting down any that they came upon. At this distance they looked like ants making war, not the brutal massacre it must have been up close.

You estimate the forces and the very least it would be over twenty raiders. No uniform or sigil is obvious, but its more coordinated than the usual bandit work, and far too thorough in its wastefulness of human life.

>>18562132

Leave. Skirt the place. It's not our war.

Also, do make that offer to Charlotte. Ask if there's anything in particular she's good at.

Stow the child in a secluded area away from there and sneak up and kill the bandits one by one. remaining unnoticed for as long as you can

>>18562132
We're good but I'm not sure if we're good enough to take 20 coordinated trained men. Can we tell anything about what they're equipped with at this distance?

If they have good armor and equipment, even with our full plate I don't think we could take 20 on. If all they have are basic swords and leather/chain we might stand a chance.

>>18562172
>>18562157

Shouldn't we just try and get on with the quest? This conflict is not going to end if we take out 20 people.

but we are a knight
this is the kind of thing they do isn't it?

plus we should really try and build up some fame and renown while on our main quest so we can avoid all those hostilities we've encountered on our journey

>>18562149
You return to where you left the girl ashen faced. You are no virgin at war, but such butchery had yet to harden your heart.

You take the reins without talking and lead it away from the massacre, trying to skirt the forces far afield.

Once on your way you look up at Charlotte. "You know you don't have to go to Tregger if you don't want to. I could use a companion for my journey. The road is a lonely place without someone to talk to, and Epona isn't exactly the best conversationalist." Your horse whickered at the and you playfully rubbed her nose.

"I could mend you shirts 'n stuff. Mama taught me some needlework, and a bit of cooking," she thought the option over before giving a nod. "I don't like my uncle's family much. The road sounds like a better place to be than a stupid house. You can't burn down the road for a start."

"Girls can't be knight," you explain, "But I'll teach you to take care of yourself, how to fight and how to ride."

"Can I have that axe?" she asked, pointing to the one slung through your saddle.

You shrug, what could be the harm in that?

Gained retainer: Charlotte the Stray.

>>18562241

'Might this be a bit heavy for you?' Pass it to her.

Ride on to Tregger, look for weaponsmith. Looks like the best way to avoid trouble out here is to just do things quickly and bugger off.

>>18562241
aww, she can't be a knight?!
can we at least raise her up as an unofficial knight?

Can we have a renown check? Did killing those bandits do anything for us?

>>18562241
Give her the axe, when evening comes and we make camp teach her what we can. When we're done with the quest we can actually give her something resembling an education, reading, writing, etiquette and so on.

As long as our supplies are find avoid non-walled and protected population centers, they seem to catch fire rather often.

we're still going to Tregger for the lance, right?

>>18562257
Tregger is still some distance. You unsling the axe and hand it up to her. Its is a bit heavy, but she shoulders it stubbornly and seems to enjoy the heft of it in her skinny arms.

You reach the town just before nightfall. It was walled, just as she claimed, a high wooden palisade that would give a small force pause. Possibly the most impressive battlement you had encountered in the Petty Kingdoms, and the men that manned it had an air of professionalism equally impressive. Spear and shield armed, wearing a uniform of brown and grey with a star badge over the heart.

Refugees were crowding the road, men and women fleeing the troubles next kingdom over, and they were all being inspected before being allowed through. A man-at-arms came up to you, a blank look on his face as he took your measure.

"In you get," he waved you through without asking a single question.

Tregger was busier than the other towns, larger too. It had a stone courtyard built around a large well. Women took their ease by it as they filled up water pots. People seemed happier here, less dirty. The children didn't look starved or run around half naked. The men seemed open and honest, if not overtly friendly.

>>18562383
You ask one for the location of a smith and he points up at a round tower in the heart of the town. Shop keepers cried their wares as you passed. Meagre wares by the standards of Arkhan, they had the boon of being plentiful and affordable. Fish and meats alongside carts of harvested vegetables, food enough to feed an army. Haggling was loud and lively.

And men-at-arms kept the peace. A fight was stopped before it really started by the spear butts of the men-at-arms. They dragged off the trouble makers to some unseen punishment.

You found the smithy by the tower wall. A man oversaw the forges, barrel chested and bald save for his fierce mutton chops. He saw you approach and raised a gloved hand in greeting.

"What can I get you sire?" he called.

>>18562268
Your renown sits at a small 2. Killing those bandits put it up a tad, but not much.
>>18562264
In Arkhan only men can become knights. Women can only join the Temple of Chivalry as priestesses. They are trained as warriors at the temple, but are rarely if ever deployed on the field.

>>18562395

'Good day, sir. I seek some advice - what sort of weapon would be best for slaying a troll?'

'If you have no recommendations, sir, then I'd like to buy a long lance.'

>>18562395
I need a war lance Sir Smith, do you have any for sale?

If he asks why tell him that we're going troll hunting.

>>18562434
>>18562428
"A fool fights a troll and expects to win," the smith said, "But a spear might be good, to keep some distance between you and yon monster.A hammer might serve too, as I understand blades can't hope to cut a troll's hide, and the blade is damaged beside by its acid blood. Pulverise its bones or crush its skull, dead as dead can be. Not that I'm an expert hunter mind. And a war lance, eh? We've a few in stock, sold a few to a young knight just this afternoon. An Arkhanite like yerself."

Oh, also, do we have a good knife? For Charlotte, given the axe appears a little heavy.

>>18562481
You have the throwing knives, and a carving knife for your meals.

>>18562480

'Does fire injure them the way they say it does in the stories?' Maybe get a pole-hammer then...

Also, ah. So someone else has had the same idea. 'Did he just get a lance then, sir?'

>>18562480
Get a couple war lances and a good old warhammer.

Did the guy look like, [description of Blair of Godwin here]?

>>18562480

Damnit. Is that Blair?

'What other polearms do you have then, sir?'

can we get some javelins as well?
we could use some ranged weapons

oh
does the horse have any armor on?

>>18562492
>>18562503
>>18562500
"Was the knight a blond man around my age, kinda arrogant looking with a pouting kind of face and a girlish frame?" you ask. The blacksmith nods.

"As pole arms go we've got bill-hooks, pikes, spears, a halberd, a long handled war hammer. As far as fire goes I couldn't tell ya, hurts 'em as much as it would any other creature I suppose. You know I heard tell of a southron weapon that can spit fire like it was an arrow. Sticks to the skin by some enchantment. Nasty sounding thing, glad we don't have none of that up here."

If fire works on them, maybe a bow and arrow would help as well. Or a clutch of javelins, yes.

>>18562548
Your horse is barded, yes. And there is nothing stopping you from picking up ranged weaponry, though you aren't trained with any ranged weapons.

>>18562555

Get a pair of pikes and the warhammer. Ask for ranged weapons.

'How big are the damned trolls, in any case?' This sounds like the sort of hunt that would benefit from trapping more than fighting head on...

>>18562573
"Trolls don't stop growing until they are dead, and the more they eat the bigger they get. If ya want two pikes and a war hammer that'll be twenty-three gold. With a war lance that's twenty-seven. We've got javelins and the like, but you'll need to see a bowyer about a bow and his fletcher about arrers. Got twenty seven gold on ya?"

>>18562555
Get our lances and the long handled warhammer. We aren't trained with a bow and without a lot of practice we won't hit it anywhere important or be able to accurately use one with enough pull to actually hurt the fucker.

buy some spears/javelins.
hell we might be able to use em for a trap and knights are trained in their uses.

buy a lance, long strong one.

a hammer of some sort.

>>18562605

We have, what, eight gold?

... How did that common-blooded ninny Blair of Godwin manage to buy a few war lances!?

>>18562609
"For the lance and the war hammer that'll be thirteen gold, and that's a damn deal if you ever heard one."

>>18562615

forget the hammer

No, forget the lance. The hammer is a crushing weapon. We're not going to make headway with a blade against a rock-skinned beast with acid blood.

>>18562621
You have twelve gold coins. The woman who left you the sausage left you a bit of loot too.

I'm going to call for a 1d100 roll for a haggle. get over forty and you can cut the price down by three coins. Only the first three rolls will be counted.

Actually I have an idea. If we catch up with Blair of Godwin, we could just get a hammer, wait till the fight is about done, and cave the troll's head in with a well-aimed hammerstrike.

So we just need the hammer. And then we need to be quick to catch up, so ask the blacksmith how long ago the blonde knight passed through.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18562670
Haggling him down.

>>18562638
>>18562646
Just the hammer puts it to nine gold pieces, well within your price range.

rolled 56 = 56

>>18562670

Dice! Grant me eloquence!

>>18562674

Heh, and while you're at it we might as well cave Blair's head in as well? It's the middle of the swamp, no one will know...

rolled 67 = 67

but can we use a hammer well?

>>18562685
You haggle it down to ten gold pieces, which he begrudgingly accepts. He sends one of his apprentices to fetch the weapons, and he soon returns with both in hand. The long-handled hammer fits your tall frame and long arms well. The lance you sling into your saddle.

You pay the man his coin and asking him when he last saw Sir Blair.

"Around noon," he replies, pocketing the coin, "Said he would be in town for the night."

>>18562729
You know your way around a hammer. Its one of the chief martial weapons of a knight.

oh, i guess we can get the lance later then.

alright, lets head out for the troll marsh area and get a head start on killing the troll

>>18562752

Hmmmm.

Perhaps we should stay as well, then, and make sure to tail Blair to the troll's swamp.

>>18562797
>>18562794
It isn't exactly down the road. You still have some leagues to travel, all the way in the heart of the Lost Kingdoms.

Well, maybe we should set off then and try and get it done quickly - that'd make sense...

>>18562817

Let's head for another town before resting. If we can get a headstart on, we can learn more and have the initiative.

lets leave anyway and camp if we need to.
we'd probably run into Charlots uncle or our rival if we stayed.

Yes lets get going.

Did OP just give up?

>>18562827
>>18562905
>>18562908
Deciding not to waste your time with the comfort of civilization, you gather your new equipment and mount up behind Charlotte. You head out the southern most gate, your belly grumbling and eyes heavy, but heart high at the thought of the glory that awaits. The domain of Tregger lasts far longer than the other kingdoms, and even as nightfalls and sleep threatens to close in on you, it remains part of the seemingly only functional kingdom in the Petty Kingdoms.

Just off the roadside you set up camp, warm what is left of the sausage over the fire and gobbling it down before retiring for the night. Charlotte sleeps with the axe in hand, and you sleep close to her, back to back through the night.

When the sun rises you shake the girl awake and she stirs groggily. Unlike you she seems unused to a dawn start. You show her carefully how to tend a horse, checking the hooves and coat, feeding and drinking, taking her through your daily routine, the unconscious procedures drilled into you since you were younger than her, and explaining the whys of it all.

Soon enough you are both back up and on your way south. The next kingdom is a realm called Feron, and it sits by a magnificent lake that stretches across the horizon.

The town of Feron was part way station for travelling merchants, part trading hub. Lesser goods were sold on its streets, the grander goods destined for Arkhan up north. It was a gated community, its walls manned by bow armed mercenaries and its shore patrolled by boats.

Getting in was one thing, getting fare for the trip over was another entirely. Godseye Lake had a few treacherous elements only a captain familiar with its waters would know, and ships only departed at the earliest hours in pre-dawn light.

That was half-a-day away.

>>18563058
I had a sandwich.

>>18563086

Sorry bout doubting you, OP.

Hmm, as for fare... we've only 2 gold pieces left, right? Is there any way to look for work?

>>18563105
Captains are always looking to hire on extra swords as protection against pirates. Godseye Lake is lousy with pirates.

lets do a quick anti-pirate mission then

>>18563154

Sounds good. Let's offer our sword then, to a good crew.

'We are trained in the martial arts and will be of use to you.'

I think I'll wrap it up here. I'm tired and need sleep. I wanted to get to the troll before I went to bed, but I'm just too exhausted. Look for the next thread later tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for playing and I hope to see you all in the next thread.

First thread has been archived over at sup/tg/.