>>41370707
>"Well, why not burn down the forest? I mean, it's all gonna get reset in a week or two, right?"

>>41370707
>Head back to castle, train apprentice.
An action and another question.
>"Who's the royal spymaster? You've got one of those, right?"

>>41370773
Dammit, anon...

Going to keep votes open for a while longer!

>>41370707
>Head back to the castle, train apprentice

Well, you promised to train that kid, right? And if there's one thing you're not, it's a liar. Apart from taking a job where you have to lie to everyone, of course, but that's just business.

“Valiant first,” you tell Russell, mounting your ignoble steed and starting back for the castle. “Might as well get her up to snuff before dragging her anywhere too dangerous.”

The ride back is pleasant, with only one attack by a random monster (some kind of scaled bird) that's quickly dealt with. The unfortunate thing about being in a starting town is that while it's easy to level up lower skills, the usual weakness of the monsters rapidly makes it worthless for improving higher ones.

Soon enough though, you're passing through the gates of Vienta's castle, dismounting in the courtyard and passing word for Private Valiant to join you as soon as possible. Until then, you

>go to the training grounds
>go to the library
>look for (write-in)
>write-in

>>41371265
>>go to the training grounds
Time to beat some sense into her.

>>41371265
>>go to the training grounds

>>41371265
Training grounds. If there are any guards around beat some sense into them.

>>41371265
>go to the library
The autobiography of a mosnterhunter volume VI: Water Dragons

>>41371265
>go to the library
If there are any librarians around beat some sense into them.

>>41371265
>go to the training grounds

>>41371265
Palace room. If your brother the king is around beat some sense into him.

>>41371265
Kitchen, we're kinda hungry. Also if any chefs are around beat some sense into them.

Making your way to the training grounds, not too far a distance, you wave off the salutes of the various guards. It's a warm day, however the programming regulates it; the grounds are dry and well-lit, bordered by several buildings containing practice weaponry, though only a few people are currently taking advantage of it – a couple of recruits over at the area reserved for archery, another man unimpressively hacking away at a training dummy.

You stand there for a moment, taking the scene in; there's room on the archery range, space to duel, or maybe practice magic. Valiant would, most likely, prefer to practice with her longsword, but her training comes down to you, now.

Counting down the minutes to her arrival, you consider the options, and decide to train her in

>swordsmanship
>magic (type?)
>archery
>stealth
>beating the sense into people
>write-in

>>41371461
>swordsmanship

>>41371461
>>swordsmanship

>>41371461
>Beating the sense into people

>>41371461
>beating the sense into people
this is now a meme

>>41371461
>>swordsmanship
Man I apologize.

>>41371592
Thou know not what madness thou hast wrought.

Swordsmanship. It's a useful skill, and hopefully you can train her up in it to a point where she might – you can only hope – be useful. And if you have to beat some sense into her while this happens; well, that's just life.

You hear her arrive a few seconds later, already gasping for breath, and turn slightly to see her; she obviously ran all the way here, not even moderating her speed. She'll learn.

Drawing your rapier in one whip-fast motion, you point it towards the empty grounds. “Move there, draw your sword. We'll start at once.”

“My lord-!”

“No time for that.” You amble over to the place yourself, giving her a little time to recover. “You have a long way to go, and we have only a short time to train you up. Let's begin.”

>Go slow, train her at a steady pace (regular gains)
>Go fast, push her past her limits (randomized gains)
>Write-in

>>41371957
>Go fast, push her past her limits (randomized gains)

>>41371957
Gotta go faasstt

>>41371957
>Go slow, train her at a steady pace (regular gains)
nice and steady first, let's wait to get brutal later on

>>41371957
>>Go fast, push her past her limits (randomized gains)

>>41371957
>>Go slow, train her at a steady pace (regular gains)

>>41371957

>Go slow, train her at a steady pace (regular gains)

We're tied, going to wait five minutes more, and then roll if nothing's changed.

>>41372209
Sanic speed.

>>41372221
This is, for the record, a vote for fast.

In that case, roll 3d500, best of first three!

Rolled 123, 248, 89 = 460 (3d500)

>>41372261

Rolled 317, 65, 185 = 567 (3d500)

>>41372261
Follow me.
Set me free.
Trust me and we will escape from the city.

Rolled 12, 146, 12 = 170 (3d500)

>>41372261
triple 500's pls dice gods

Wow those are all awful
We shoulda gone with slow and steady

>>41372297
If that third roll had been triple 12s, I would have given you something fun! But alas, it was not to be.

>>41372324
Triple 12's were not the triples I asked for.

>>41372363
With those rolls, I think you shouldn't set the bar too high, anon...

Rolled 185, 321, 124 = 630 (3d500)

>>41372261
Rolling for sits and wiggles

>Valiant skill Longsword lv. 8 to 10!
>Gained skill Teaching lv. 2! You suck at teaching!

After nearly half an hour of slamming your barely restrained rapier skill into Valiant's face (and other body parts), she doesn't have much to show for it besides a faint improvement in handling her longsword, and being even more exhausted than normal.

“Sword steady,” you casually order her, while sweat drips from her shaking limbs. “You're not going to hit anyone like th-”

“I say! Are you two having a little duel, over there?”

Christ on a stick, that's the plummiest voice you've heard since they tried to reboot Downton Abbey. You pause for a moment (Valiant trying her hardest not to collapse in obvious relief), and glance over to the owner of said voice, mincing towards the grounds with a small entourage of men and women dressed as gaudily as the man himself.

He beams at you with utmost vapidity, clapping his whte-gloved hands together, as one of the woman trying to cling to his side airs herself with a fan. “Don't go easy on him, guard!” He chortles, obviously making the finest joke of his life. The sycophants around him giggle or guffaw as appropriate, making him puff in pride.

'Your 'nephew',' Russell explains, before you can do anything violent and role-breaking. 'The King's only son, and heir to the throne. Oh- and he's kind of a fop,' he adds unnecessarily.

>Tell the idiot to get lost. This is a training session.
>Stare at him blankly until he gets the message.
>Stay in-role and play nice (write-in).
>Encourage him to have a go himself.
>Write-in

>>41372645
>"We're training here. Actually, get over here, it's a great time to give you a lesson. Can't have the heir unable to defend himself if it comes down to it."

>>41372645
>>Encourage him to have a go himself.
Because surely you could show everyone a thing or two yourself?

>>41372645
>>>Encourage him to have a go himself.
TooOldForThisShit

>>41372645
>>Encourage him to have a go himself.

>>41372645
>Stare at him blankly until he gets the message.

You smile, perhaps a little grimly, and give a brief, barely there bow. “Only training for now. In fact, why don't you come here, your highness? It's a good time for a lesson, and I'm sure you can show everyone a thing or two.”

The rapid paling of his face is a wonderful balm. “Oh, I – I shouldn't think so! Why, my clothes are hardly suitable for such play, see?” He pinches a fold of silken shirt between his fingers; you're surprised it doesn't tear.

“Highness, DO have a go,” a younger man simpers, hand on heart, looking suspiciously wide-eyed. “It's not like you're going to get hit, are you? And we'd SO love to see your highness' skill with a blade.”

Apart from a slightly panicked expression on one of the women's faces, the fawning crowd seem to love the idea, taking up the cry, while the prince himself smiles queasily, eyes darting about the training ground. “Well, I – I suppose – that if one is called upon to perform such a task, one should – should do one's best, yes?”

You smile again, and for some reason, this makes your 'nephew' swallow hard. “Valiant, take a break.”

As the prince skitters into place, almost cringing as he takes a practice rapier one of the guards offers him, you resolve to

>beat the absolute shit out of him
>just 'barely' beat him
>let him 'barely' win
>write-in

>>41372960
>>beat the absolute shit out of him
No coddling in the training ground. We command the armies it's a rule.

>>41372960
>>just 'barely' beat him

>>41372960
>>just 'barely' beat him

>>41372960
>beat the absolute shit out of him

>>41372960
>>just 'barely' beat him

>>41372960
>>beat the absolute shit out of him

>>41372960
>just 'barely' beat him

>>41372960
>beat the absolute shit out of him

Yo guys voting for the brutal beatdown

You realize he's probably an actor being paid to act like this?

Four each to beating the shit out of him to just barely beating him.

Five more minutes, then rolling.

>>41373176
>>41373231
>>41373266
Samefag pls go and stay go

>>41373286
Oh well. Sucks for him. Though to be honest he's probably going to be a challenge as games have done that shit before.

>>41373286
Last we knew all the actors were on separate servers.

>>41373286
It's already been established that the other actors are in their own areas, anon.

>>41373286
Actors are in their own servers for now.

>>41373307
Uh, 3 of the 4 for the brutal beatdown are obviously samefagged.

notice how >>41373176
and >>41373266
are identical and just over 5 minutes apart?

>>41373310
Both options are pretty clearly samefag.
No one wins this battle.

>>41373351
Final destination it then

>>41373351
>implying this whole thread isn't just OP replying to himself

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>41373339
>>41373351
Fuck it, I might as well just roll. I can't tell what's samefagged and what's not.

Or I can make you fuck up and lose horribly, hmm...

>>41373386
Clever, VRQM, rolling without labelling the result. Now you can write whatever you want.

I'M ON TO YOU

luv u

>>41373386
You can watch for it
Votes for the same option within a minute of each other are most likely not samefag
Votes with the exact same text within 5 minutes of each other are most likely not samefag

Votes just over a minute apart that want the same thing, and have barely different text, like the extra carrot in the middle post of >>41373176
>>41373231
>>41373266
are almost definitely samefag

>>41373408
Oops. It's in order of the original suggested responses, so 'beat the shit out of him' comes first, and has won.

And I love you too, snookums.

>>41373424
Samefaggers pick the weirdest updates to jump on...

I hope there is a cursed mask for us to put on.

>>41373493
I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

>>41373493
Clearly someone, somewhere was very invested in beating the shit out of this young man.

As the pair of you salute each other with your practice rapiers, the prince's face ashen, you're struck by only one overwhelming motivation.

To beat the shit out of him.

He steps forward, the point of his ra-

You strike him in the stomach. Hard.

Flinching back with a gasp, he steadies his resolve and moves to-

Your rapier's point to his elbow makes him screech like a cat.

He-

Chest. Knee. Wrist. Stomach again, the same spot. Neck. A gentle motion, and you disarm him, sending the wooden blade flying across the grounds, taking advantage of his stumbling backwards to ram your point into his legs, throat, and then – as he stumbles to the floor, grasping at his throat and dry-heaving – you level the blade to his left eye, and smile.

“I do believe that's a win for me, highness.”

He stares, cross-eyed at the point, and swallows, still clutching his throat. “Yes,” he croaks. Just that.

>Help him up.
>Leave him there.
>Offer him lessons.
>Write-in

(I did a roll for this one, but from now on, samefagged votes will just be ignored entirely. Every time you samefag, a video games company goes bust. Just think of that, anons. Think of it.)

>>41373656
>Help him up and offer him lessons.

>>41373543
>>Offer him lessons.

>41373656
>Offer him lessons.

>>41373386
>>41373493
As a fellow QM, samefags gonna samefag. Either just roll with it without redervation (you can't prove samefaggotry on 4chan) or call for a final destination vote. The worst thing is rolling a die to decide, as that completely,removes player agency and leaves no one happy.

Fuck. Mobile. Captvha

>>41373656
>>Offer him lessons.

>>41373656
>>Help him up.
And offer him lessons.

>>41373656
>Help him up.
>Offer him lessons.

>>41373706
Yeah, I don't know why the hell I rolled except sheer stupidity. I've offered a way out though and it looks like players are taking it, so hopefully that'll work things out a little. Thanks.

>>41373656
>>Help him up.
>>Offer him lessons.

>>41373787
>I've offered a way out though and it looks like players are taking it
I swear I will relentlessly samefag
>spit in his face

I'll do it.
I really will.

>>41373656
>Every time you samefag, a video games company goes bust
You think we don't know this?
This is the only way we can get rid of EA.

They will make new companies. But the giants must fall.

'That... was a little violent,' Russell hedges, sounding reluctant. And hell, maybe the kid's right. This idiot's old enough to know better, except – well, that's the way he's been programmed, isn't it? Not his own fault he's a foppish moron. You can give him half a chance, at least.

Dropping the sword aside, you extend your other hand, face carefully bored. “You could do with some more training, or it wouldn't have gone so hard on you. How about a few lessons, bring you up to speed?”

He stares at you, almost motionless, before one hand twitches away from his neck to warily take yours, the white glove too smooth under your touch. No wonder he couldn't get a proper grip with those things on.

Pulling him to his feet, you clap him on the back, before calling to a watching guard to grab the abandoned practice sword and stepping back, casting a quick look at your nephew's lackeys. They stand around awkwardly, some of them covering their mouths in apparent horror, one of the women fanning herself rapidly in distress. The man who first encouraged him to fight, you notice, is letting the faintest smirk slip free, while the prince stares at you like a scared rabbit.

>Start training your idiot nephew. Fuck the audience.
>Continue training Valiant. She's had time to rest.
>Train both. You'll figure it out.
>Write-in.

>>41373889
>prince is sexually attracted to this
>is unkillable and stalks you throughout entire game, lusting after your saliva
Two can play at that, anon.

>>41374000
>everytime you samefag, EA purchases another company

>>41374084
>>Train both. You'll figure it out.

>>41374084
>Train both. You'll figure it out.
Have them fight each other, and correct their form and all that jazz.

Also, let's chat with the guy who wanted the prince to get his shit kicked in.

>>41374084
>>Train both. You'll figure it out.

>>41374084
>>Train both. You'll figure it out.

>>41374084
>>Train both. You'll figure it out.
Yell at the audience to leave or pick up swords of thier own and to practice.

>>41374269
lol
why does /tg/ go mad with power whenever they get any?

>>41374084
>Write-in.
"My prince, indeed you are a little ill-"suited" for this, with these silippery gloves no wonder you couldn't hold your own. Let me show you a thing or two.
Wouldn't want my favourite nepnew to get hurt merely because he was blessed with good taste in fashion."
(He is our only nephnew right?)

>>41374292
Because it's fun

>>41374292
Because most of us are 20-something neckbeard edgelords.

>>41374292
It's more keeping in character. He leads the army and decides what the rules are. People who waste time are scum and doubly so if they are in the training grounds. At least that's my view of it.

Roll 6d500, best of three.

Hopefully better than last time!

Rolled 358, 195, 131, 380, 264, 410 = 1738 (6d500)

>>41374398

Rolled 50, 212, 261, 175, 15, 185 = 898 (6d500)

>>41374398
I've got this

Rolled 191, 359, 404, 287, 409, 269 = 1919 (6d500)

>>41374398
go go go!

Rolled 456, 447, 429, 67, 119, 364 = 1882 (6d500)

>>41374398
Luck be a lady

Rolled 277, 388, 80, 87, 234, 127 = 1193 (6d500)

>>41374398

358, 359, 404
380, 409, 410

Surprisingly decent.

>>41374084
Train both, but give our "nephew" King pointers.
Stuff like "a good king is strong of mind or body or will, but a great king knows his weaknesses and surrounds himself people who make him stronger, not sycophants that only appease his ego"

>>41374527
Let's not forget we are BBEG. We are only nice to him to gain his trust.
We don't want to make him too competent, but easily swayed. Him sorrounding himself with idiots is perfect for us

It would be ridiculous to abandon your apprentice for the moment, but if your nephew leaves, he likely won't be back. “Valiant, get over here. You've had enough of a break.”

Startled, she pauses before grabbing her own sword and hauling herself up, moving towards you at a better-rested speed. “Sir?”

“I'll be teaching the pair of you,” you announce, your sharp tone removing any argument. “A great king needs to learn and remove his weaknesses, and I'll expect no less of my apprentice. “Both of you, stand ready – highness, stand like this, and take your gloves off, they're no help – good.”

A little slower and kinder than before, you begin.

>Valiant skill Longsword lv. 10 to 13!
>Prince Mirrim skill Rapier lv. 1 to 9!

Admittedly, it ends with of them exhausted this time, even more so than Valiant had first been – but that's fine. Valiant is somewhere approaching basic competence now, and your nephew is... not quite as bad. You've improved your own Rapier and Teaching skills a little as well, so that's a bonus.

Not long into it, the man was too involved in keeping himself as unhurt as possible to even care about his audience, who seemed torn between watching in silence or cheering him on, in case they got called out to fight themselves. By the time you let the pair collapse, panting, the group manage to give a quiet patter of applause for their prince, obviously uncertain as to whether one is meant to do so at the end of a lesson.

You suspect they don't see much training themselves.

A swift check of the time shows it's getting on for what's likely to be the evening meal; you

>compliment them on their progress
>criticize them
>write-in
AND
>release everyone to the myriad delights of food.
>keep them here and train further; learning to fight on an empty stomach is important.
>write-in.

>>41374897
>>compliment them on their progress
Draw hem in then bam!
>keep them here and train further; learning to fight on an empty stomach is important.
But send a runner for food for yourself and lots of water.

>>41374897
>compliment them on their progress
>release everyone to the myriad delights of food.

>>41374897
>compliment them on their progress
>release everyone to the myriad delights of food.

>>41374897
>>compliment them on their progress
>release everyone to the myriad delights of food.

>>41374897
>compliment them on their progress
>criticize them

Be nice, but not too nice. Compliment their progress but also criticize what they did wrong and give tips for improvement.

>release everyone to the myriad delights of food.

We can train them on an empty stomach later.

>>41374897
>compliment them on their progress
"See my dear nephew, you only need a little warm-up with your uncle, and you are all fighty-shiny"
I have no idea who the other guy is, but let's tell her she did well too

“Better than I expected, both of you.” The praise may be faint, but it's there, if they're not too stupid. “You've both got the basics down, at least, even if there's a long way to go to any real mastery. “Nephew,” whatever his name is, “I recommend you spend less time... socialising... and more time in the training grounds.” You fix him with a look that promises a thorough shredding if he speaks out, and by the way his jaw clicks shut and he nods frantically, the message was received.

“All right. The food should be ready for now.” You hand your practice blade to one of the guard, who seems in a good mood having watched the prince getting the wind repeatedly taken out of his sails. “You're free to go, unless someone wants to stick around and try it themselves...?”

… Your look around the assembled noble crowd seems to make them vanish awfully quickly. How strange.

Valiant glances between you and your nephew, reads the mood, and vanishes herself, bowing respectfully and fleeing to the safety of the women's barracks, while the prince holds himself awkwardly, putting his gloves on once more.

Battered, with rips and smudges on his silken clothing and hair windswept, he looks a little better than before – even though he'll likely need a healer to deal with all those mottled bruises he's coming out with. Huh.

“Uncle, I... Thank you for the lesson,” he says, the first part awkwardly, the second as if speaking by rote, and bows slightly but gracefully. “I have the shame of being – somewhat lacking in martial ability, I know.”

“Then get better.” Perhaps your response is a little blunt. “No-one gets good at anything without training,” you add, adjusting your own clothes – well-made, but practical, and not damaged in the least. “Will I be seeing you again for lessons?”

(1/2)

He hesitates, as if making sure you're serious. “Not tomorrow, uncle, with the festival happening; but - after that, if I may.”

Fest-? Oh. Right, for that goddess you got the sacrifice for. Well, the prince seems appropriately chastised, even if he'll likely turn back into a brat with time. You give him a confirmation and parting bow, and walk away as he limps after you.

>Five hours left in-game; spend the time training (what?).
>Start making preparations for dragon-hunting (write-in).
>You don't need to eat. So what? A royal dinner can't be missed.
>Write-in.

>>41375544
>Start making preparations for dragon-hunting (write-in).

Get strategy plans ready, I think.

Can't go in to kill a dragon without a plan.

>>41375544
>Start making preparations for dragon-hunting (write-in).
Look up former monster and dragon hunter's work in the liblary, WITHOUT anyone knowing about it. It would be really suspicious.
Sneak roll maybe?

>>41375544
>>Five hours left in-game; spend the time training (what?).
We are going against a water dragon right? Let's see if we can get our hands on its elemental weakness.

>>41375634
I'll give you a hint - it isn't fire.

>>41375544
>Five hours left in-game; spend the time training (what?).
Electromancy.

Rolled 3840 (1d9000)

>>41375700
Lava?

>>41375700
>>41375734

MAGMA

>>41375734
>>41375748
Electricity dimwits. Which can be used with fire to make plasma.

>>41375734
>>41375748
Don't be ridiculous. The ultimate enemy of water is... paper towels.

>>41375544

>Five hours left in-game; spend the time training (what?).
>Start making preparations for dragon-hunting (write-in).

more library time, while practicing teleportation on cooldown.

>>41375700
If my pokeymans is right then it's lightning.

Quick-vote!
>Research strategy (stealth y/n?)
>Practice magic (what?)

>>41375846
>Y
Electromancy.

>>41375846
>Research strategy (stealth y/n?)
Extra; try to move in and outside of the liblary without being seen. Perahps establish a permanent and hidden route or teleport point

>>41375846
>Y
Plasma

>>41375846

Strategy and Y

>>41375846
I say we go with earth magic
You can't burn dirt even

>>41375966
Forget this. I'm too high to type anymore

Looks like strategy wins, and you'll look for other types of magic while you're in the library. Roll 2d100+6 luck bonus.

Rolled 48, 67 + 6 = 121 (2d100 + 6)

>>41376093
Can still roll tho

Rolled 94, 10 + 6 = 110 (2d100 + 6)

>>41376093
Ever wanted to stab a baby?

Rolled 6, 72, 64, 26, 35, 99, 62, 17, 59, 77, 58, 37, 29, 54, 1, 50, 25, 19, 98, 85, 98 + 6 = 1077 (21d100 + 6)

>>41376093
If the world restarts, this knowledge will still be ours and viable right? No need to research again?

Rolled 74, 20 + 6 = 100 (2d100 + 6)

>>41376140
>>41376093

whoopsy-dasy

>>41376140
Given that we are an ACTUAL PERSON, probably.

>>41376140
Yep, this is a roll to determine what types of magic you find. Dragons are easy enough to read up on.

So that's a modified 100 and 73. Nice.

Aaaand I can barely concentrate due to lack of sleep. Will be running Thursday at 5 or 6pm GMT, including research time and horrific attacks on festivals! Hoora- wait.

Thanks for playing, and I'll archive this thread before I forget.

>>41376508

Thanks for running, VRQM!

>>41376508
>and horrific attacks on festivals
FUCK THE FAE

>>41376584
Vigorously.

>>41373386
I would have voted for a beatdown...