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You are Evangeline Salome Rosalina de Fuentes, nobility of Alamos Primus. Your father, an Imperial Guard commander, died in the line of duty. Your mother died giving birth to your fourth sibling and only brother. Newly orphaned, you are now a cadet at the Schola Progenium of Loyola Tertius. This is your first training exercise.

>Character Sheet & Stats
http://pastebin.com/pRZUhxV2

>Previous threads/Archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Schola+Progenium

I've also put up a pastebin if you want to read all the story updates straight: http://pastebin.com/Rhs5ALQj

>System/Mechanics
http://pastebin.com/9j0yNNFv

>Experience Points
Attributes cost [current score x2] xp. Every session, the PC will gain a base of 2 XP, plus an extra 1 XP for certain things at my discretion.

>Twitter
@ValeForQM

I forgot to award XP at the end of last session. It was:
2: Base
1: Ambushed squad 8 and took their horses

Nobody says much as the eight of you secure everything in the saddlebags, mount up, and as flasks full of bland slab-water mix are distributed as breakfast. In fact, nobody has said anything since the beach landing besides giving affirmatives to whatever you or Ander said and planned, and of course, your conversation with Sabbatine in the night.

The woods are thick but not to the point where you aren’t able to travel at a good pace on horseback. Ander rides as an outlier to what might be called your formation, shifting from the far left and right, far front and back. His autogun held out to one side as he rides, you can’t help but be reminded of the Rough Riders you’ve seen in Munitorum propaganda picts. He rides well, but not as proficiently as Rena or Alizabeth. Alizabeth gazes forward as she rides with a blank and distant stare, the same stare as the first time you looked upon her haunted visage. Rena looks ahead with a determination in her eyes, focused on the ride. The two of you have started on a bad foot ever since she opposed looting the other squad. It might be something in need of amending, since you’re going to be roommates from now on.

You ride out in the front of the group. You’re getting used to riding again. Bartamaeus, Fortuno, and Sabbatine follow closely behind you. They’ve got about the same skill in riding as you do, you’d say. Bartamaeus keeps shooting glances in your direction, malicious or otherwise. Fortuno has been just as silent as Alizabeth since the beach, but his demeanor more similar to Rena’s. Sabbatine smiles as she rides despite the encounter last night, her strawberry blonde hair trailing behind hair in two tails. Jakko has the most difficulty riding and lags behind the group. You don’t think you’ll get much conversation out of him with his seemingly weak grasp of even Low Gothic.

>What do you do?

>>32298066
Head back to Jakko and see if we can help him figure out how to ride.
Honestly, given my experience with riding, he's probably just stopping his horse every time he sees something he is afraid the horse will stumble on.

>>32298066
>"We did well."

And we have, taking out that oppossing cadet group and surviving a cranky grox is no mean feat for a bunch of kids.

>>32298066
make smalltalk with the others and keep an eye out as we ride, regularly check out compass to make sure we're heading the right way too

>>32298066
An 8 man squad should generally have two outriders ahead, but it might be different on horseback.

>>32298327
Is small talk really viable? We only met them the other day, almost arbitrarily took squad leadership. We hardly know anything about them. I want to get to know them each better individually rather than idle chatter.

>>32298417
I second this, there'll be other times to get chatty.

>>32298435
We could focus on talking to just one of them in the meantime. What do you guys think? Who should we talk to?

Writing: "We did well" and trying to help out Jakko.

If you guys would like to talk to someone in particular, please do specify.

>>32298460
I don't think we should talk at all, we're still on a mission here. Dangers and other cadets could be listening, save the chatter for when the missions done.

And given we won't be doing any menial tasks, that'll give us time to chillax.

>>32298541
I guess we should ask Alizabeth if she is alright after we get things set with Jakko, but otherwise we should focus on keeping the group moving

>>32298541
we should talk with Rena, and start repairing that bridge

>>32298766
>start repairing that bridge
Sorry, I can't remember what this is about. Can you remind me?

>>32298845
she is our roomate and did not agree with us looting the other cadet squad we took out, it seems she might not think the best of us, and seeing as we're her roomate, we should probably fix that

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“We’re doing well, squad,” you say. “Slowing down another squad and taking their transportation for ourselves, and surviving an attack from a wild grox. We’ll be one of the first squads back, I bet.”

You’re answered by a chorus of “Aye” and a single grunt. Not quite chatty. You wonder if taking squad leadership among a group of other kids that you’ve only just met was to your detriment.

Looking back, you watch Jakko a bit as he rides. The trees here are thicker, older almost, the trees towering above and shading the forest floor. The ground is littered with small rocks and somewhat thick roots. Jakko swerves and stops to dodge every obstacle.

You slow down a bit and get about level with him.

“Hey,” you say. “Having trouble?”

He says something in response, something you can’t quite make out. It doesn’t sound like a form of Gothic that you know. You try to talk slowly, correcting the way he rides. He seems to understand, and now doesn’t lag behind as more.

>Alizabeth: “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
>Ander: “Thanks for the assist last night. What was that with the flask?”
>Bartamaeus: “We’re not going to have any more problems, are we? There is no dishonor in following.”
>Fortuno:
>Rena: “I know we got off on a bad foot, but we’re going to be roommates…”
>Sabbatine: “Are you fine after last night?”
>Keep to yourself and just keep riding for the rest of the day
>Other
Other dialogues may be suggested. http://pastebin.com/fsBP3qBM

>>32299018
>>Bartamaeus: “We’re not going to have any more problems, are we? There is no dishonor in following.”
Otherwise he's gonna pull a Diomedes Rangue and I want Rhade's sweet sword.

>>32299018
>Sabbatine: “Are you fine after last night?”

>>32298905
Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess we should probably talk with her about it, but maybe not in front of everyone.

>>32299018
He seems to understand, and now doesn’t lag behind as much.
Correction. Please do call me out on any errors you guys see.

>>32299018
>Rena: “I know we got off on a bad foot, but we’re going to be roommates…”

In your heads, how does Evangeline's voice sound? Her manner of speech, pace, tone?`

>>32299018
>>Ander: “Thanks for the assist last night. What was that with the flask?”

I like Ander, he seems to be the mildly nerdy type who severs serves as a cooler head when people propose rash actions. plus we need someone to give us insight into whats up in guys half of the squad

>>32299136
Light Catalan accent.

With a touch of clipped formality. She's a noble's daughter after all.

But also about as high pitched and kawaii as expected from a teenage girl.

>>32299018
>Ander: “Thanks for the assist last night. What was that with the flask?”
We really do need to thank him.
>>32299136
I suppose slightly imperious, but only because she is trying to do her impression of what she thinks someone who is in charge is "supposed" to sound like. Proud, but not unreasonably so. Somewhat short with her team, but this might just be because she doesn't know them yet.

>>32299177
Like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D33JksAXAQ?

Double value, the girl in the video is now how I imagine a grown up Evangeline.

Ander wins by a slim margin of one, unless you guys change your votes.

Writing.

>>32299136
sort of rapid fire, something like Ainsley Hayes form the west wing

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>>32299313
What.

>>32299313
well that like seems to have floped lets try that again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIlnwzU9y1A

>>32299313
>namefag uses forum links
So now we know where all these namefags are emigrating from.

>>32299338
Awfully southern

>>32299136
I like to think of her speaking in a very serious tone all the time, perhaps even monotone. Since she was trained by her father for most of her life, I have this idea of her basically being one of those perfect unquestioning soldiers in teen form.

>>32299018
Going over the squad's stats, Ander sure is mysterious
They are all interesting
What is the difference between heavy and light blades?

>>32299869
Light blades consist of single-handed weapons, for example: knives, sabers, short swords, rapiers, daggers.

Heavy blades are two-handed: zweihander, claymore, daisho, greatsword, the like.

Axes are their own category. Force, power, and chain weapons are separate subproficiency.

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Satisfied that Jakko is keeping up, you give a kick to your horse and pull just ahead of Bartamaeus just to see the look on his face. The glare he shoots you makes you grin a little back at him, only serving to harden his glare further.

You try to whip up some small talk, but you can’t think of anything to say to everyone. You know nothing about them except for the common origins of the five from Nereus Primaris.

Riding silently in a group breeds loneliness, and loneliness breeds stray thoughts. Your mind starts to move towards the family blade, currently missing from your possession. It’s useless to think of it now, though. You can’t do anything about it until you finish the exercise and return to the Schola.

Kicking again at your horse, you pull up next to Ander as the squad bounds into a clearing. The two of you currently ride to the front and left of the rest.

“Thanks for the save last night,” you say to him.

“No problem. You and Sabbatine woke me up with your chatter already anyways. I’m a light sleeper,” Ander says.

“Sorry about that,” you say. “I couldn’t sleep myself.”

You both ride for a little bit away from the rest of the squad. He switches his autogun from right to left hand occasionally, and back.

“What was that thing you did with the flask?” you ask. “Why did you put it over the muzzle of the autogun?”

He chuckles a bit, and answers, “I saw it in several picts. They make a few back on Nereus. Bread and circuses, also serves as propaganda. You put a plastic water flask, a cylindrical one, over the muzzle of the autogun, and fire it. It’s supposed to suppress the shot. I didn’t want to let it sound in the night because it might attract someone or something to our location. Guess what they show in the picts isn’t always right.”

(1/2)

You laugh at that, the loud and clear peal of your laughter eliciting turns of the head from the other six.

After that, the two of you split up and serve as two outriders, scouting what’s ahead and to the side. The eight of you ride until around high noon, to stop and rest for a bit and refill your water.

>What do you do now?
68/130 km
Captcha: Elizabeth sayvve
I think captcha wants you guys to talk to Alizabeth.

>>32300190
Instruct him on how to make a baffles for his suppressor. If we know how.

>>32300301
lolno

>>32300190
Let's check on Alizabeth. If she still has that look about her, see what's up. Otherwise, Talk with the Rena.

>>32300190
Go talk to Rena. We'll be bunking with her for a while.

>>32300190
I'll second >>32300397

>>32300301
>>32300309
By that, I mean that you absolutely don't know how to make suppressor baffles.

Evangeline has only been instructed in the following military-wise: what you see in her Skills; wilderness survival; rudimentary squad tactics and hand signals; and general military knowledge.

>>32300405
Yeah talk to Rena that might be a problem,. Speaking of problems bart might be a major problem, might have to create a "accident" for him, else we might have a knife in our back.

Checking on Alizabeth and talking to Rena. Writing.

>>32300481
nah, what we do is be friendly to him and then save his life during one exercise, we'll befriend the shit out of him

Well shit, I made a mess in the kitchen, cleaned it up, then had to talk to someone. Sorry, back to writing.

>>32301172
Glad to see you're still alive

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While you all rest for a bit by a stream, drinking slab-water mix as a meager lunch. It’s a rest of almost an hour, because every time you fill up your flasks, you have to drop an iodine pill in and let it sit for half an hour. The pill leaves a taste in the water, but mixing in the slab powder makes it go away, though not replacing it with anything tasting great either.

You’re all dismounted, leaving the horses to chew on grass and drink from the stream. Having obtained the horses by ambushing the other squad in a similar position, you all face outwards as you rest against tree trunks, covering angles of approach.

You sit between Alizabeth and Sabbatine in the rough circle. Alizabeth stares outwards with her blank gaze. Something is off about the girl. She seems meek, almost in need of protection. You never had much contact with your own sisters, being raised away from them as heir presumptive to the noble title, peerage, and military tradition.

You scoot over close to her. She grips her hatchet in both hands. Her sleeves are rolled up, exposing pale, freckled arms, and a thick cuff on her right wrist that you hadn’t previously noticed.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask.

For several moments, you’re left hanging there, mouth open waiting for a response.

“Please leave me alone,” she finally says, in a soft voice, turning her distant gaze slightly towards you.

That’s…unexpected. Not knowing how to answer, you move back over to your spot.

“I-okay,” you say. You sit there, watching and nursing your flask.
(1/2)

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Rena eventually comes up, leading the horses and says, “We should move out now.”

With general agreement, everyone mounts their horse and you check the compass set in the grip of your knife before setting out. You start riding west with the sun. Ander rides out to the side again, Bartamaeus deciding he’ll join him as outrider.

You ride up next to Rena and say, “I know we got off to a bad start. You disagreed with the ambush, but I didn’t want any injuries, and no one here wants menial work. Sabbatine told me we’ll be roommates, so I’d rather the two of us get along.”

She says to you, not breaking her forward gaze, “Yes, we will be. I realize that it was necessary, but it is underhanded nonetheless. We can start this relationship over when we return and formal studies start. Let’s cross that bridge first.”

>Drop it and ride until nightfall
>Try to get her to talk about herself. She’s not from Nereus like the other five.
>If you think that was underhanded, you’ll be sorely disappointed with the galaxy out there.
>Other
If you pick the third option, it would be very helpful to me if you do a roleplay and elaborate on what you’re going to say to her about that.

Rolled 18

>>32301713
Try to get her to talk about herself. Tell her about you for a start, little things like that.

>>32301713
>>Other
"Thats rather admirable of you, I guess my past and upbringing kind of swayed me to focus more on surviving first and foremost. Thank you, for disagreeing with me and what I did, it helps to have someone to remind you what principles and convictions one should aspire to stick to in life, sometimes its easy to forget them."

then
>Try to get her to talk about herself. She’s not from Nereus like the other five.

Writing.

where did all the other anons go?

Something is wrong with Alizabeth. Why does she have a cuff on her wrist?

>>32301948
It's 7am whereI am. I assume some went to sleep and others went to work

“I can settle for that,” you say. “It’s actually rather admirable of you. My upbringing, family and planetary history have put survival first and foremost. I haven’t had the luxury of having such ideals. Everyone, every leader, though needs someone there to doubt, question, and make them think about things twice. My father told me so. So I’ll thank you for being there to do that, and I would appreciate if you would continue to be that person for me.”

You can almost see a smile come to her face and something of a glimmer in her blue eyes, and you’re reminded of someone. You can’t place it. But her eyes, and her smile, are soft and kind.

“Sabbatine mentioned that you’ve been here longer than she has, longer than the five of them from Nereus,” you say after a while.

“Ah, yes. I’ve been on Loyola Tertius since I was born,” is her reply.

“Since you were born…? Your parents are natives?” you ask her.

“I—I don’t know who my parents are,” she says hesitantly. “I was found as a babe on the steps of the orphanage just as the first snow of winter fell. An omen, so the Sisters say. A blue-eyed angel heralded by the frost. There were few of us at the orphanage to start with, but when I was six, everyone else came. Several thousand other orphans. Some went straight to the Schola, the rest stayed at the orphanage. I had to help clean out the old, empty wings.”

Rena tells you how excited she was to have new friends. The new arrivals kept to themselves at first, crying or keeping dead silent. She got them to open up eventually. At the start of every winter, the children who had reached 12 winters of age would be sent off to the Schola. Snow and winter, two things that are very new to you here. Alamos Primus was tropical and humid most of the year round, raining often. The only snow to be found on Alamos is on the tops of the highest mountains.
(1/2)

She eventually stops talking, so you start to tell her about yourself. You were born shortly after your father, Capitan Ronaldo de Fuentes left for his first campaign, under his own father, the Lord General Esteban de Fuentes in the 117th Alamosian Guerrillas. The campaign was ill-fated, with the loss of your grandfather. Your father came home bearing the rank and title as the new head of the House. He deemed you ready to be trained as his heir presumptive, along with your cousins, sons of the branch families’ Coronels.

You tell her of the jungles of your homeworld, the “camping” trips you went on with your father, uncles, and cousins. You remember the faces of disappointment of all the relatives from the branch families when your sisters were each born, keeping you as the female heir to the House. Your mothers tears as your father showed her the marching orders from Warmaster Ultor to bolster the Clarent Crusade. Your brother was born many months after the muster, your mother dying to bring him into the world. The joy of the branch families at the birth of a male heir.

It quickly becomes night as you talk. Camp is quickly set up and everyone piles into the tents after drinking down a dinner of slab-water mix. Bottoms and legs hurt from a full day of riding. You’re left with first watch.

The night is dark with only a tiny sliver of the moon peeking out as you sip from your flask. The night is cold, and you wrap your blanket around you, trying to not sit so close to the covered fire. When you were knocked down last night, the tips of your hair had burned off. The clean, golden blonde hair of all the de Fuentes. Several bastards in family history were discovered by the color of their hair.
(2/3)

You hear a noise in the dark, and hold your autogun at the ready. Lost in your own thoughts, you had forgotten to load the magazine earlier, and you scramble to do so. Tonight, something else? You hear a thunk of a heavy foot and the whir of servo motors, a short chatter of lingua technis as the barrels of a gun-servitor gleam in the dim moonlight.

>What do you do?

>>32302757
>gun-servitor
oh fuck

wake the others quietly and keep low, stay away from the fire and try to spot weak spots on the servitor

>>32302757
Yeah, get people up and under the cover of darkness. Not that darkness will likely help much, but you know.

Please roll 1d20 on Willpower.
Note that Servitors are marked under the Fear section in the character sheet.
The Mechanics pastebin is updated for Fear.

Rolled 4

>>32302957
We're the fucking willpowerest.

Rolled 18

>>32302957
Whammies are not allowed.

Rolled 3

>>32302957
PRAISE THE EMPEROR AND OMNISSIAH

Looks like you don't freeze up in fear. Writing, though it's lamb chops for dinner tonight, so it might be a bit.

>>32303084
That lamb better be worth it! Haha

I've lost my momentum for tonight, guys. The lamb was worth it and I'll be running tomorrow.

>>32303852
want us to keep the thread alive?

XP gains for today are:
2: Base
1: Didn't dodge the issue with Rena
This puts you at 13 XP for spending.

>>32303870
No, that's fine, but if you would kindly archive the thread, it would be appreciated.

>>32303905
I just archived it but we may as well keep using this one, only 72 posts so far, and we can keep it going with discussion for spending some of that XP, also might want to update the pastebin for that.

My thoughts on XP:

- level both Endurance and Agility to 3 each, which costs 8 XP
- either level Perception or Intelligence up to 3, which would use another 4 XP and leave us with 1 in the bank.

>>32303905
Alright, thanks for running!

>>32304027
Alright, then please do keep the thread alive. I'll probably start at the same time as I did today, maybe earlier.

bump

>>32304446
anon, what do you think we should spend our XP on?

>>32304509
I'd rather keep our XP for now until we get back to the Schola. We need to get the Blade of Succession back, but if we can't then we need to spend on Weapon Skill in anticipation of Bartamaeus' antics.

>>32304675
>We need to get the Blade of Succession back
we are getting our blade back, if we don't because those fuckers gassed us, there will be blood spilled

>>32304847
Barring losing our blade and having to bump WS to 4, I'm for bumping up Endurance, Agility, and Intelligence.

Here's my reasoning:

OP said in the hugbox that he'll be introducing an Endurance save against getting Stunned.

Agility for upcoming physical training. High Strength might make us kinda butch, and the way OP has described the way we learned swordplay, "fencing", seems more dependent on agility, so that's how I'd like to play her.

Intelligence for "when we return and formal studies start," as Rena said.

>>32304027 here

>>32305181
you make good points, I'll second leveling End, Agi and Int up

when do you think we should bump them up, now or save the XP until we get back to the Schola and know more?

>>32305181
>>32305270
How about Perception? Things keep getting the drop on us in this forest, and there are only two squad mates with Perception above 2

My vote is for AGI and END, and saving the rest

I don't know why, but I really like Jakko

>>32305270
I think we can wait until we get to the Schola. For now, we have our squad watching our back. This exercise is about squad cohesion and performance. Once we're back, that's when individual evaluation will start.

OP thinks we don't watch out for him in the hugbox. The gun-servitor has rubber bullets. Unless he lied, of course.

Also two things I think Vale is foreshadowing, but it might be nothing:
Snow and ice. Gelus in Latin can translate to frost, ice, angel. According to Google anyways. Lots of Latin and Greek in this quest. Rena being an omen, a blue eyed baby at the first snow of winter.

de Fuentes always being blonde. Reminds me of Game of Thrones.

I'm probably just over analyzing.

>>32315846
I figured that the Schola wouldn't throw anything intentionally lethal at us yet, but that's good to know.
What is the so-called "hugbox" that I see being brought up in multiple quest threads?

>>32310773
I second this.

I'm sorry I missed this by the way, damn.

>>32316146
It's the IRC channel where lots of QMs hang out, #ques/tg/enerals on Rizon.

>>32316228
Vale said he'd be on again tonight, I think

Just woke up, new update in an hour or two.

bump

I'm gonna have to go back on saying I'll run today. I'm a bit unprepared and I found out that I have plans in a couple hours.

Tomorrow, Sunday, instead.

>>32320698
Okey dokes, mate. Hopefully catch you then.

>>32320698
Bump