Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2219307/Twitter: https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuuYou look up from the ditch you’re in, beginning your struggle up the slick mud back up to the blackened trucks. Ahead of you, Dok stands over the dead American, a rather wicked hacksaw in his hands. You can guess how the fight proceeded after you had fallen, medical instruments strewn over the ground in a haphazard pattern around the open bag. The soldier he had stood over looks on with a dim look, his face still as stone and his eyes glazed over like a cloud covered sky. The corpse flies had already began their feast, picking at various places on his face with razor sharp jaws. Good meat going to waste. Dok looks back at you, then to the corpse. “Too bad, he was a good man and a decent shot. Is Penrod still in the truck?”You nod in response, and Dok moves around to the back. He lifts the canvas, the smell of viscera and blood wafting out in a wave. Penrod lies face down in a sticky pool of red, covered with various casings and pieces of fractured metal. Any trace of candles or halls of the choir cannot be found. You wonder if perhaps the non-stop fighting is breaking you slowly, driving you to madness. Were it not for Nixie, you may have died inside the truck stuck in your delusions. You become acutely aware that the breast pocket of your uniform feels light, and quickly raise a hand to press against it softly. The space folds in on itself, no fairy inside to hold it open. A knot of worry ties itself in the center of your stomach. Dok drops the canvas of the truck, closing the curtain on the grisly scene. “Mind helping me with the wounded Jäger? I’m sure some of them don’t have much time. Best you learn some basic medical as well.”You glance around, anxiety gnawing at you. Nixie could be anywhere, and it’d require the few precious minutes that some of the men have left just to find her. You: Hope Nixie is alright, help Dok Search for Nixie, if so where
>>2255978 Hope Nixie is alright, help Dok
>>2255985SupportingShe'll be fineRight?
Going to give this one a bit longer, see if anymore votes come in.
She'll be just fine I'm sure guys. Updating!
>>2256006She could've left us, back in the cavesWe're faced with the same choiceWhat if she just left us?This doesn't sit right with me man. I originally called to take her in and dispose of her later, but she grew on me man
>>2256016Shes not too badBut yer its werid shes not with us.But you know she dosnt have to live in the pocket.Hmm hope she isnt getting her wings pulled off
>>2256027If she doesn't stay in our pocket, she'll get discovered by our fellow soldiers though
>>2255978 Search for Nixie, if so whereFIND THE FAE. The others will handle her, Also goddamnit QM. important v
>>2256040Important v? Elaborate
>>2256033Giving them a show?Spiking there drings with some magic dust
>>2256043Sorry, was bitching and the fucking thing went through.Whelp Rip Fae. Time for shellshock or finding another marine defile her.
You nod at Dok, crouching down to help him pick up the medical tools that scatter the ground. You believe Nixie should be okay, at least that’s what you tell yourself. You try not to imagine the corpse flies and other scavengers picking at her small form piece by piece. Had she left you in the caves you would have suffered the same fate, torn piece by piece by the Rot Worm colony with no way out. She didn’t leave however, she very much rescued you. She dragged you from the Choir Hall as well, working herself as hard as she could.Dok remains silent as he picks up the last of the instruments and sets them into the bag, a neutral look set across his face.“Time to see what seeds Death has sown. Hurry along now Jäger. Lives hang in the balance.”You mentally add one to whatever number of lives that is. Surely Nixie wouldn’t venture out from her spot and risk being seen. That only left her being removed in some manner or falling loose. If it was the later, she must be unconscious or worse. You think as you walk, and thankfully Dok doesn’t pose any questions to you as you travel between the two trucks. You see Hauptmann, crouched next to another soldier who lies in the mud. His breathe comes out as a rattle, flecks of spittle and blood spraying out along his cheeks with each exhalation. A small trench knife pierces his chest, and a wicked slash has bisected his face down the center. Dok kneels and sets to work, opening has bag and cleaning each instrument by pouring alcohol over the end. The clear liquid falls to the earth, mixing with the blood in the mire underfoot. “The facial wound is superficial Jäger, but one of his lungs is punctured and filling with blood. Short of a miracle there isn’t much I can do here with the tools at hand. We’ll move to the next, see what we can do there and all we can do is hope he survives.”Dok stands, the face of the soldier he knelt next to hardening with determination. As you go to walk away, the man pulls at your trousers and looks up at you.“Can you..find me a cigarette? I want one last smoke before I go. Punctured lung or not I want a smoke.” You: Accept his request Decline and move on
>>2256090 Accept his request
>>2256090>Accept his requestTo fulfill a dying wish is the least we could do.Also, we can find Nix which looking for this cigarette.
Vote closed and updating!
You nod down at him, and throw a brief salute. You’re not quite sure however where to get any cigarettes. Siegfried doesn’t smoke so you can’t really bum one off of him, and you don’t recall having ever seen Dok or Hauptmann smoke. The man’s time left is short if what Dok says is true, as such you’d best hurry.Where do you look for a smoke? This little side quest is limited in time, the man will die in three updates. Vote's will be held on a five minute basis due to the nature of it and the updates will be quite short as you can see
>>2256152Check the Americans for smokes
>>2256152>besides Hauptmann and Dok who stood guard next to each other. The thin wisps of cigarette smoke rose from either side of them as they conversed in low tones. Ask them where they got their smoke, and if you could bum one from them.
>>2256161An anon did his research! Nicely done.
>>2256165Y-yea, I totally didn't just ctrl-f the archives;_;I'm sorry QM. I just want to win
>>2256152Well do as this guy said >>2256161 if they don't have any check the americans and for fucking fae.
Giving it a sec to see if there's any tie break for support, otherwise I'll roll for it.
>>2256168This is war son, a win is a win.
Nevermind, one of the options has been supported! Writing for >>2256161>>2256179You're a little behind anon
>>2256180All is fire in love and war
You nod down at him, and throw a brief salute. You’re not quite sure however where to get any cigarettes. Siegfried doesn’t smoke so you can’t really bum one off of him, and you don’t recall having ever seen Dok or Hauptmann smoke. The man’s time left is short if what Dok says is true, as such you’d best hurry.Where do you look for a smoke? Ask Hauptmann and Dok where they got their smokes while standing guardYou walk towards Hauptmann, remembering the previous day when he was smoking while standing guard. It seems like your graduation was years gone now, already having fallen into the cycle of soldiering. The captain looks up at your approach. “Jäger, I thought you were helping the Dok. Shirking your duties?”“No sir, trying to help another comrade.” Hauptmann nods at you, looking over your shoulder to the man lying in the mud. “Johannes? Let me guess, man wants another smoke?” You can tell Hauptmann is dismayed at the turn of events though he tries to put on a strong front with a chuckle. You nod, and Hauptmann sighs as he pulls out a stained and crushed pack of cigarettes. “Go share one with him if you can. Man needs it in his moments.”You walk back over to the man named Johannes, and pull a cigarette from the pack which he takes gratefully. You: Smoke one with him Give him the cigarettes and help Dok
>>2256219>Smoke one with himThe words of a dying man. The last whispers of life, ours to hear.I hope he lives.
>>2256219 Smoke one with himFucking fae is dead at this rate but I can't leave somebody to just die infront of us.
>>2256219> Smoke one with him
Smoking one with him! Updating in just a second getting something sorted
You grab one for yourself, though you’ve never smoked before. You’re not one to snub a man’s dying wishes, especially those of a comrade. The lighter bursts to life in your other hand, a dancing flame that moves rhythmically. You light his first, the rattle in his breathing more pronounced than earlier. The blood on his lips stains the white of the cigarette, and you watch as it travels up the paper like a spiderweb. You light your own, and take a quick drag. The smoke burns your lungs, though not as bad as the evacuated fumes from the cannon you grew up around. Your head spins as you exhale, a numb, heavy feeling setting in over your limbs. The silence reigns for a time, a rare appearance over the battlefield. “Thank you. You’re a good man Jäger. I had you pegged for a snotty nosed officer boy at this age. Way you stood up to your commanding dickhead was damn nice, the men all heard it. You and that Siegfried are one hell of a pair.” His speech is interrupted by intermittent coughs and hacks, along with the deep underlying wheeze that tries to work its way forward.“Glad we got to save your ass Jäger. Most of the guys wanted to stay back instead of jumping into another worm pit, and some were sore over Lutz finally snapping but I think it was the right call now.” Johannes talks around his cigarette, the bright ember bobbing with his words.“You got a girl Jäger?”Do you? Yes, Ivara Yes, Nixie Shouldn’t a soldier have as many kids as possible? No
>>2256321Yes, Nixie And who else knows when we finally get a break from the front line. Its a shame Nixie is fucking dead now though.
Going to give the votes some more time as this is important.
>>2256361well now you are worrying me that his gonna survive and tell everybody.
>>2256366Just affects how Jäger sees certain people.
Hmmm, unsure of how to proceed here. Though I respect the one vote that came in I'm not sure if I should delay this decision as it is important.
>>2256396I mean you delayed for abit at the start, and you've been delaying now anyway. Every action so far besides the smokes has been important?
>>2256405Importance of varying scales. Ah well, I guess we answer Nixie!
>>2256407That makes me wish I could probe your brain then so I know whats true importance and what just 'matters'
>>2256418Importance in the manner that one affects outcomes of events, others affect how Jäger acts and feels during background actions and situations. Sorry to be confusing anon.
>>2256419Not confusion, Its late and I just enjoy your shit boss. I'm a glutton when it comes to a good quest cause most are shit sense the move. Thanks for running something this neat.
>>2256423That really means a lot anon. I'm glad you enjoy it so much because I really try.
>>2256321> Yes, NixieI'll throw in the vote even if I'm 100% salty at abandoning fairy.
>>2256432No thank you for actually being a QM who put times and effort into his story and not just a stupid one off bullshit. I'm still salty about the split gook pulled on us.
You think for a moment, a few names and faces coming to mind. You can’t help but settle on one however, and find slight solace in the fact she isn’t here at the moment. You nod down at Johannes, taking another drag on the rolled tobacco. “Yeah, I think I do. Her name is Nixie.”“Interesting name, doesn’t sound very common but I won’t question. Not in much a state to do it anyways.” Johannes breathes in deep, the rattle shaking his chest as another line of blood trails out the corner of his mouth.“I met a girl once, inside one of the houses of course. Still, I felt something special there. The way her eyes sparkled, and in her laugh. Maybe I’d been on the front too long, but I’m not sure. Regardless…” Johannes falters, a wet cough seizing his body and sending the cigarette spiraling through the air and into the mud.You light another, handing it off to him and he nods in thanks. His eyes look sunken into their sockets, his face pallid and taught. “In that moment...I think I knew what all those people of old saw in families. I wish this war was over Jäger...I wish I could have a family.” Johannes takes a deep inhalation that sends him coughing, a grimace replacing the wistful smile. “I think I’m done fighting Jäger...good luck with your girl. Maybe you can finish all this and have a family. Name a kid after me will you.” Johannes laughs at his own joke, a weak chuckle that turns into a heavy rattle. The cigarette drops from his mouth, the embers flying through the sky as it bounces off the breast of his uniform. You look down to your left, pulling another cigarette from the pack and lighting it. You stare at the dancing flame for a moment, the light reminiscent of when Nixie had flown down to your rescue in the cave. Shaking your head, you take the lit cigarette and hold it out to Johannes. It takes a moment, but you realize that the man had finally passed, no hand coming to take the cigarette from you.You stand up, fighting back the tight knot in your stomach at the loss of a fellow soldier. As you look around you take the cigarette in your mouth, finishing it in his honor.You: Go back to Dok Go to Hauptmann
>>2256449>Find Nixie after letting Dok know he passed
>>2256452If it gets enough support I'll write this anon
>>2256449>>2256452Might as well find her corpse.
>>2256454I'm just hoping more fucking people show up and soon. I know most don't care about the pocket fae like I do but still, this shit should be getting the 3-4 dudes
>>2256457Seems to be a lot of other quests going on tonight, I'm not surprised that we're slow.
>>2256458I guess make up time for when 4chan broke yesterday or 2 days ago.>>2256456Why you gotta hurt me like that, She's just gonna be like raped or something not dead
>>2256463Yeah, I had to cancel my quest that night which sucked because I've had to cancel a few times in the last two weeks. I try to keep to a schedule but life gets ya sometimes.
>>2256465I was half worried you were gonna use that chance like an Old quest I followed to just fade into non-existance.
>>2256463I don't want it to be true but every other choice has had horrible consequences.
>>2256468Hell no, I have way too much time invested in planning not to see this quest through. No matter how damn long that takes.
Vote closed, looking for the Fae!
You walk to Dok, set on finding your friend. Maybe she means more, you aren’t quite sure. Dok doesn’t look up as you approach, his hands buried in an unconscious soldier’s arm. “Johannes is gone? Hauptmann told me you gave him someone to smoke with in his final moments.” Dok wipes his brow, uncaring of the blood he smears over his head. “I can tell by the way you’re standing there you have something to ask Jäger, go ahead.”You finish the cigarette, flicking the butt off in a lazy arc into the mud. “Sir, I need to search for a friend. I’m worried for their health.”Dok glances back at you, a soft look on his face. “Don’t let me keep you, I can handle this here. Johannes was the only serious one, god rest him.” You thank him, and turn to survey the area. Where do you search for Nixie? The truck The ditch Somewhere else
>>2256497 The ditchShe would've been found and called out/shot if she was in the truck. It still had grenades in there so somebody else would've searched it.
>>2256497 The ditch
>>2256497> The ditchProbably lost her during the melee.
>>2256528Its the last ditch effort to find her
To the ditch! Updating!
You walk back towards the ditch you fought your melee in, acutely aware of how much flailing about you did as you fell down into it. You pass by the body of Johannes, looking off into the grey sky. A few more steps and you pass by the man Dok had been defending, along with the American that tried to get to him. You try not to look at the back of the truck, pushing the thoughts of earlier away.You follow the slicked mud path that your body had created down into the ditch, the American you killed still lying face down. His skin is blackened and charred, the veins a deep purple. It seemed your revolver was more than what it looked like, and you’re glad you had it in that situation. You’d killed enough things with your shovel to know it would have been a vicious death. The image of the Harpy girl against the truck you killed comes to the surface of your mind, the tears on her face as she held her dead friend. You wonder if you’ll be left in the same boat.The mud is a uniform mottled brown, nothing out of the ordinary in it. You dig your hands through it, searching for Nixie as best you can. The panic rises in your stomach as no results are found.You: Search the truck Keep searching the mud Search under the American
>>2256552>search under the american and back track searching as we go. Along with calling out for her ab-lit softly. Fucking hell, If she's not here then she is in the truck which means somebodys gonna find her and soon.
>>2256552> Search under the American
So any bets on her having died already like the timed thing with the german soldier because we went to help learn medical and thats it?
>>225655990% chance she's dead.
Searching under the American and such. Updating!
We didn't pick her back up in the truck did we? Pretty sure she's there
>>2256565I thought she came out of the truck with us?I SWEAR TO GOD IS SHE IN THE TRUCK
>>2256566On the plus side she's much less likely to have drowned in the mud if she's still in the truck. Assuming the banshees didn't take her.
>>2256566Yeah no she just finished dragging our ass out of the thing man, she couldn't follow us or anything
>>2256570Whelp, may need to open last thread now just to keep on hand.
You lift up the dead soldier, his body crumbling into ash at your touch. You struggle not to breathe it in, his remains taking to the air like leaves. You’re left holding only his uniform, a tattered and stained drab green that you toss aside. Underneath, you find nothing but splatters of blood and imprints that the soldier left. You toss the clothing aside, working your way back up the hill. Each time you slip in the mud you worry more and more about Nixie and where she may be. The truck is in front of you, the canvas flaps moving slightly in the wind as you approach. Even from the distance you are away now you can smell the blood and gunpowder from within. You lift the covering, the dim light filtering in through bullet holes that perforate the vehicle. Nixie had dragged you out of the hell hidden in here, and sounded weak as she did. Perhaps she’d fallen inside?You pull yourself into the truck, your boots sticking into the drying blood. You kick aside empty casings, scanning the ground. Face down in the pool of red you see the wings of the fae you’ve come to hold dear to you. She doesn’t shine with the light she normally does, nor does she move. You scramble across the truck, lifting her into your hands. Her eyes are open, her head lols on her shoulders. You struggle to calm yourself, unsure of what to do.You: Put her in your pocket, hope she recovers Try to see if she’s injured
>>2256589> Try to see if she’s injuredripip danger sensing fairy.
>>2256589 Try to see if she’s injuredIf possible see if she is still breathing
>>2256589> Try to see if she’s injuredI finished Storm of Steel today, would absolutely recommend to anyone here. Really conveys how horrible front line trench fighting was, but also the thrill of combat. Worth noting the author, Ernst Junger, was on the front right from the start of the war till the end, while Remarque only stuck around 2 months.
>>2256600If you want some good WW1 content, listen to the podcast Blueprint for Armageddon by Dan Carlin. Very very good, in fact I believe he quotes Ernst a few times.
Checking the fae for injuries. Updating.
You lift her to your ear, listening to the light breathing that tickles against your lobe. It’s a good sign, but it doesn’t make you feel much better over the situation. You look at her again, carefully running a thumb over her to check for any injuries. As it reaches her collarbone, you feel a sharp point press against your skin. You pull the Fae away, looking down at her small form and the discoloration around her neck. You’re not sure what to diagnose or even do. By the way she’s unconscious it could be more serious than a broken bone, but you don’t even know where to start. You: Try to fix her up yourself Take her to DokAnd on that note guys, we're going to stop for the night. Next session will be this Friday night at 10:30PM EST. As always I'm around for questions and discussion. Thanks for showing up tonight guys!
>>2256618Ah fuck, broken collar bone. Fuck moving her around is bad. Let's try to just keep her stable and ask Dok about issues relating to those bones and go off that information. We can't actually risk anybody seeing finding out we have an 'enemy' of mankind until we know how the unit see's it and even moreso considering the fact of what happened the last time we heard humans and them interacted.
>>2256618Her breathing isn't raspy so her lungs seem fine.Since we can feel a sharp point it's safe to assume the collarbone break has dislocated enough to require realignment but hasn't shattered the bone to multiple pieces. I'd recommend seeing Dok for surgery to realign the bones to allow proper healing but if it's not voted for a cast to immobilize the arm will have to do. Hard to say if the bruising will be fatal or not but she doesn't seem to be in critical danger.
>>2256618Hey QM got a question, if all this spooky shit is happening in here is Italy like a mega religion state ?
>>2256651Yes, most states have turned to religion on even a governmental level.
>>2256654So whats germanys then by chance? Also, how the fuck was the soul ever 'proven' and then 'encased' ? Would us having gotten to the fae earlier done anything?
>>2256660Nothing done earlier, though she may think she heard some things in her daze about you liking her. Germany is a religion based on more pagan ideals, particularly care for the land and creatures and the divinity the exemplify. The soul was proven by the appearance of the supernatural, almost like a big bang. The despair and destruction reached such a critical mass and then boom, weird and wacky stuff abounds.
>>2256668We're doing pretty shitty then with the whole everything trying to eat us more then normal.How does one put a soul into the soul lanterns and other stuff?I guess I should apolgize to anons then the medical knowledge is gonna help us hopefully. Finally good night QM. It's 4am here, thanks for running again.
>>2256618> Try to fix her up yourself
 Take her to DokNow is as good a time as any to make her known.....
>>2256670Shhh don't let him explain it yet, I want to experiment with soul weaponry
>>2256618>>2256636> Take her to Dokjust realized I forgot to include a vote.
>>2256618> Take her to Dok
>>22566182] Take her to Dok
But make sure we warn him first and ask him not to kill her, mention she saved our life a couple of times.
Could you guys please fill me in on the setting? How do fairies come into WW1?
Hyped for tonights session, as always>>2257620This
>>2256618>Climb the rooftops
>>2259215oops wrong quest
>>2259215>>2259216What quest were you replying to? Assuming you are still here ofc
>>2256668I don't know how to talk to you.
>>2259682What do you mean?
>>2259665New fag please.
>>2259682Use your big boy words
>>2259682I don't know how to ask you if you're okay.
>>2260688What do you mean if I'm okay?
>>2260874Tom is Tsundere for you
You try to swallow, your throat hitching as you realize what you need to do. You’d not yet been trained in even basic medicine. As far as you knew a broken bone wouldn’t cause someone to be unconscious. You slipped Nixie into your breast pocket, resolving only to show the person you needed to. The familiar weight in your uniform was a comfort, despite her current situation. As you dropped from the truck you resolved to take better care of her. Your first meeting was far different than the relationship you had now, a small Fae challenging you to stomp her feeble form into the mud. The inferno behind illuminating the hate in her eyes as she bared her teeth at you. You still don’t know why you picked her up, right next to an officer at that. Nor why you took the fall for her when she got you in hot water the next morning. Had you not saved her however, the ways in which you could have died horribly were innumerable. You owed her at least this much, even if you were sticking your neck out again. You pass the first truck, and find yourself nearing the second. Dok stands with his back against the twisted black mass that used to be the engine and cab. You realized that you hadn’t yet seen the damage that had killed most of your squad a few days before hand. Scattered around the vehicle were chunks of fire warped metal, blackened with soot and explosive residue. You dreaded to see what was in the transport bay, the image of shredded and broken corpses surfacing in your mind. Dok looked at you on approach, his face as neutral as ever.“Did you find what you sought Jäger?”You nod, closing the gap that separated the two of you. He cocks an eyebrow as you stand there, building the nerve to show him a Fae. “Something on your mind? You look worried Jäger. See something unsettling?”“No Dok, I just need your help.” You swallow your fears, gently pulling Nixie from your hand and showing her to Dok, careful to only let him see.“She’s hurt, and I need your help. I don’t know what to do to help her.”Dok stares at your open pal, and then at you. You can’t tell what emotion swims through his eyes, and you shuffle your feet, waiting for the worst. “Where did you find this?”You: Tell him the truth Lie, if so what do you say?
>>2261013> Tell him the truth
>>2261013 Tell him the truth, and spin it to be as she saved us.
Vote closed, telling the truth.
>>2261013 Tell him the truthdon't neglect to mention how she saved our lives on more than one occasion. And that kofpne spider whatever they were called
“I saved her, and she saved me. Her forest was burnt down during basic, I found her in the mud. For whatever reason I didn’t kill her and I’m glad that happened. I’d have died in the tunnels like Lutz without her, or ended up eaten alive by the Kopf Spinne. I owe her.”Dok continues his stare as he listens, glancing down at the diminutive Fae. The words tumble out of your mouth, and you simply can’t help it. You feel like you’re talking your way out of a firing line. You finish your explanation and look at the man who could very well shoot you and be in the right. “I’d say those are fair enough reasons. We need every man we can get out here Jäger, not to mention you’ve been exemplary in every aspect. Besides that, I owe you for Johannes. He was a close friend…I wish I could have done more or at least shared those last cigarettes.”Dok cups his hand under yours, softly taking Nixie from your grasp as one would a live grenade. He shifts her around, looking at her closely before reaching down into his pocket and pulling out a semi-clean strip of cloth that he sets her on. “Her collarbone is broken, and judging by her state of unconsciousness couples with her eyes she has a rather serious concussion. She should be okay, but I can’t make many promises. I’m not sure how much of my medical knowledge translates to a Fairies. Light me a smoke would you?”Dok motions to his breast pocket, and you reach in and grab at the pack. You light it carefully, your hands shaking from the adrenaline. Nixie lies on the cloth on Dok’s lap, her chest raising almost imperceptibly with each breath. “You can stop worrying Jäger, you shake that hard and you’ll drop my smoke.” Dok takes the cigarette from your hand, the smoke haloing over his face.“Go get Hauptmann will you? He’ll love this.”You: Comply Ask him why he needs Hauptmann
>>2261013>“Where did you find this?”Maybe we need to "correct" Dok by saying "she/her". We gotta get assurance from Dok that hes not going to hurt or kill her before we hand her over.
>>2261121 Ask him why he needs HauptmannWe don't want her waking up and freaking out, possible attacking the big scary Doktor!
>>2261121 Ask him why he needs Hauptmann
Asking him why he needs the Captain. Vote closed and updating.
“Why do you need the Captain?”Dok doesn’t look up at you, gently prodding at the Fairy’s broken bone in an effort to ascertain how bad it is. “If I was going to kill the Fae I would have already. Trust me Jäger.”You look at Dok, your concern overwhelming you. Did you trust him and even more the captain? You felt as though you had become part of the unit quickly, but Nixie was something you still couldn’t tell people about. Only now that she was in serious harm was it necessary, despite how she had helped. You: Get the Captain Reaffirm that you’d like to keep this between you and Dok
>>2261201> Get the Captain
>>2261201 Get the CaptainIf Doks on our side and still hasn't killed Nixie I doubt he will let the Captain hurt her.Mostly just worried that Nixie wakes up and panics.
>>2261201 Get the Captainhis not wrong.
You nod, trying to push your worry aside as you leave Dok to tend to Nixie. It’s difficult to leave her in the open and in the care of another as you turn to find Hauptmann. If you’d shown Dok Nixie and he hadn’t killed her you doubted he’d let someone else do it. For whatever reason he wanted to speak to Hauptmann, and as such you’d trust in it.The captain is standing among the survivors of the battle, the unit being three less men than it previously. That brought the total number to twelve, thirteen if counted Nixie as part. “Ah, there you are Jäger. Done helping Dok?”You shake your head, trying to keep the attention off of you as the unit looks your way. “No sir, actually he’s requested your presence.”Hauptmann cocks an eyebrow the scars on his face making a mocking smile as he does so. “Is that the case? Well then, shall we take a walk that way?” You nod at the end of his statement, watching him turn back to the others. “The rest of you check your gear and keep an eye out for anything we missed.”The men give a yell of affirmation and begin to talk amongst themselves as they share ammunition and stories. Hauptmann walks up beside you, and motions for you to follow. “So Jäger, what happened in that truck? It took you some time to open fire and now I see Penrod ending up dead. Can you offer me an explanation?”What do you tell him?
>>2261292I attract a bad kind of attention.
>>2261292we've seen some shitlike, crazy shit
>>2261292>take a breath"I doubt you would believe me Captain so bare with me for a moment. I noticed a dark void trying to draw me into the truck earlier when we were ambushed in the trucks, but kept away from it until after I was ordered to take position in there to engage the Americans earlier. When I entered the truck I found myself in a dark and strange stone void that clearly was not the insides of that truck and in it there was a old boney screaming banshee of sorts wailing a song to draw me closer. My "friend" pulled me away and saved me from what horrid fate may have occurred to me had I not been pulled away. When I exited the void, I found myself back in the truck next to Penrod dead, with several Americans advancing on us. I am not sure exactly how Penrod died, but it seems to have been from the Americans most likely, I am sorry I could not have prevented his death."Or something like that, put a qm spin on it if you like.
>>2261292>I attract bad attention from the supernatural>The truth
>>2261302>>2261330As this got the most votes this is what we're going with.
Well that was wasted effort.
>>2261350Yeah, sorry anon I go with what gets support. I did enjoy it however, I wouldn't have needed to put any spin on it.
>>2261353I figured it was going to be a hybrid of all the things that got suggested and bits or sound bits that we liked.>literally say "The truth" to hauptmann>hfw
>>2261361I think I may start doing that, as I dislike leaving out all options that I like.
>>2261365Or give options on vague directions to how our MC respond, and write something up to the effect of what we choose.
“I attract a bad kind of attention Hauptmann. My friend has noted this.”Hauptmann looks at you, his face stern for what might be one of the few times you’ve seen him serious. “Were you anyone else Jäger I’d have you put on the firing line for the manner in which you try to play off another comrades death. However...you’ve proven yourself quite a few times in the short span I’ve known you. Along with that, you have this feeling about you like a cloud.” Hauptmann pauses, looking away from you and forward as he walks toward Dok. “I don’t like it. It feels like death around you Dietrich. Whatever attention it is you have taken the ire of, I wish you luck. Things in this world are far darker than it once was.”Hauptmann’s normal half cocked smile slips into place over his features as stands over Dok. Leisurely he puts his arm out and leans against the truck.“That doesn’t look like a soldier you’re working on Herr Doktor. In fact it looks like something we’ve been ordered to kill on sight.”Dok snorts, and you look over his shoulder at the progress he has made since you walked away. Nixie is has a tight bandage wrapped over her upper torso, the protrusion the broken bone made now gone. Around Dok are the cold butts of smoked cigarettes, their ashes scattered around.“It is in fact Edward, exactly as you describe it. However from what Jäger says, this little Fae is nearly part of our unit with how many times she’s pulled him from the fire.” Dok continues to recount what you told him, embellishing it in fact more than you did. Hauptmann runs a hand over his chin, looking between the two of you and the small Fae on the cloth. “Interesting. I guess our unit still needed some sort of mascot.” Dok and Hauptmann chuckle over the joke, a genuine laugh that slowly peters out. “Will she be alright then?”Dok nods, pulling another drag into his lungs and exhaling. “As far I can tell, she’ll be sore but fine.”Hauptmann nods, then looks to you. The silence between the two of you could be cut with a knife, and is only broken by the sound of Dok’s cigarette burning and the low voices between the unit down the road. “You’re full of surprises Dietrich, though I can’t really complain. Maybe the attention that finds you isn’t all bad. Years and years ago the Fae used to be signs of good tidings, maybe that can still hold true. Your call whether to keep her secret however. Things are different out here than they are back in training, the men need things to believe in.”You: Show the men Keep her known to only you three>>2261385That's very fair. Sorry if I disappointed you anon, I'll definitely be taking this under consideration.
>>2261389>Ask him if it would be wise, due to the fact that well...she's a fae and you know. >If he thinks they can, then sure show'em.
>>2261390If this gets support I can get behind it.
>>2261390This seems like a sensible course of action
>>2261391I don't any a fucking nanking happening, if you understand one of the various meanings
We're asking if it's wise and such, then we'll show them if it is. No Nanking as well.
>>2261389 Show the menmaybe have the captain introduce her first, or perhaps we should get a feel from the mens attitude first.Also, did we piss off Hauptmann?>>2261403pic related
>>2261389Let's allow her to recover and ask her maybe?
>>2261431Actually I like this better, let her heal up. Shes been living in our pocket for like the last week?
We could let our friend siegfried in on it, hes been a total bro and most likely cool with it.
Any changes to it now that >>2261431brings this up? I'll give it a few before I continue writing.
>>2261426https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_MassacreLearn your history kiddo, before you say Speak english>>2261445Eh, I guess I'll still support my right in but also hold off until she has an opinion
My word document has gotten so long it is incredibly laggy to type in. I'm okay with this.
>>2261447I have relatives who lived through that you dumbass.I'm asking what the hell are you saying >>2261403because "I don't any a fucking" makes no sense, let alone saying nanking with little to no relevance to previous posts is intelligible.
You look at Hauptmann, confused at his reaction. This hadn’t really gone how you had planned, in fact you had been ready for Nixie to end up dead like her other kind. You’re tempted to make the decision for her, but with what she’s done you aren’t quite sure. She had trusted you, and you’d do best not to betray it.“If it’s all good sir, I’d like to wait for her to decide on that.”Hauptmann nods, looking at you with a half grin.“How chivalrous of you Jäger. What was the name you said to Johannes? Nixie? That wouldn’t happen to be the name of this little Fae would it?”What do you say? Yes No
>>2261463I wasn't even aware of my fuck up. I apologize on that, shit's late here and I thought you were just being some dumbass kid.
>>2261468Ok well... Anyways, since I'm an autist for answers, what were you trying to convey?Genuinely curious. YesI call her Pixie sometimes if she misbehaves.or acts too cute
>>2261478I don't want a Nanking happening to her, if you get my meaning. Lonely soldiers on the front line and...well a rather adorable women, tiny or not. You can see my worries.
>>2261483There are no Japanese around, I wouldn't worry about it.
Sorry guys, gonna be a bit longer my internet keeps dipping.
Finally back, though it still isn't quite stable. I'll try to update with the yes.
“Yeah. Yeah that’s Nixie there.”For a moment it’s near completely silent between the three of you, until both Dok and Hauptmann burst out laughing. “Fuck Dok I thought that girl back at the House in Antwerp was strange. Goddamn I think Jäger has us beat. A damn fairy!”Dok tries to stifle his laughter, lest he ruin the final touches to the bandage work. You think you see Nixie’s eyes crack open as the ghost of a smile passes over her face. You can’t be sure though as it vanishes near as soon as you catch it. “Well, regardless I guess we wait until the young miss is awake. Rest assured though Jäger, the men out here aren’t going to be hostile to her. It’s about time we try to be a bit kinder to the Fae I think. Maybe they can even help us end this damned war and we can go back to some semblance of civility.”Dok nods in agreement, passing a cigarette off to Hauptmann as he does, and you realize that the two of them look rather tired. You can’t actually imagine having been on the battlefield much more than you have been, the constant danger and fighting already taking a toll on you. Now you realized, the threat of danger didn’t just hang over you but Nixie as well. “Tell me Jäger, do you know what it is that haunts you? Why is the specter of death following you?” The two men look up at you, expectantly. They’ve held your secret so far, and even been willing to help. Do you tell them about The Choir? YesWith my internet being unstable, and working early tomorrow I think I'm going to end it here. Since my hours are picking up again now that the after holiday slump is over I'll be moving towards a regular schedule of every other day. As such our next session is going to be Sunday the 29th at 10:30PM EST. I'll still continue to do impromptu sessions on days off as well! I'll switch to my phone with signal so I can be here for discussion and questions as usual. Thank you guys for coming, and sorry for the internet.
>>2261556>NoI think if we pass it on to them, they also become curse. I remember reading this in a previous thread.I'd look for it, but it's late. Good luck guys, don't kill Jäger
>>2261556>No and that worries me the most.
I asked a couple threads ago, and in the spirit of keeping this as best as it can be, any criticisms of scheduling or content anons?
>>2261556No.I'd rather this curse not spread beyond me. I fear that by telling you or staying with you too long it may come after you as well.We broke a watch and didn't throw it away or try to contain the "thing" that got out!
>>2261570Your in a different timezone than me so I'm always a hour or two earlier or late.
>>2261556Seconding first part of >>2261604
>>2261607That sucks anon, wish it didn't have to be that way.
>>2261766Not a huge deal, just looking for a reason any reason to complain till I fall asleep.
I'm glad I don't have to use my powers of lurking and remembering random crap to tell anons that talking about the choir is a bad idea, since someone already said it. Good job guys, now don't forget where Nixie is again because I'm always late.
>>2261556 YesMybe just saying you heard singing and some chick in a wedding dress covered in blood has jumped out aomethings
>>2261556>NoJust curious, are we ever going to have another option to change perspective? Might be fun to see what Ivara's up to
>>2262360We have beforAt lest 2 timesSo i guse next time we go to sleep??
>>2261570>criticism>contentIm not caught up yet (right now taking fairy to our breastpocket) but nevertheless I have at least one. We are a fucking snowflake. Best in the class, preferential treatment not only from officers but also from the general, we can go through grueling physical training and still have enough energy to sleepwalk around. Is this supposed to be grimdark? So far it seems like a themepark without consequence.
>noBut tell them that if I tell you then you get cursed too
>>2262564I think at that point that's a fair remark. I believe at least having written that it has gotten darker, though we still have some ways to go to the true suffering.
>>2262787>the true suffering.Be gentle senpai
>>2262787Eh, I don't see us having been snowflakes. If had been everybody would've been saved my our 'sudden' medical knowledge and shit.
>>2261478For what it's worth, a nod to your family for that. Shit was brutal, to put it very lightly.
>>2262787Last night, I had come to a realisation. And I hope you can take it.
>>2263656Go ahead anon.
>>2263651>mfw my mom dances along to the victory parade scene in City of Life and Death.
>>2263805But I hope you can take it, oh.>>2263937Haha. Nice pic related there. I'll stop talking before I turn into a sperg, but uh...yeah man. Respect. For real.Inb4 "y r u tinkling on this anon?"
>>2264008I can take it I'm sure. Go ahead anon speak your mind
>>2264008>"y r u tinkling on this anon?"what fucking country are you from?
>>2264008>I'll stop talking before I turn into a sperg>on 4chan role play boardTomanon..... I've got bad news for you.... for all of us.we aren't normiees anymore.>>2264043Kekistan?
>>2264048Who's Tom? You're referring to Tom Leykis? I didn't think he was known on 4chan.
>>2264086Your ID is ToM. Anon tell me your concerns
>>2264086Your ID has the name Tom in it.
>>2264095...Oh. I knew that the entire time!>>2264092I dunno man.
>>2264145You're acting like it'll end the quest or something. I'd like to know to improve.
>>2264145Just star off with some light constructive criticism.
>>2264176>>2264183No. I'll just leave the thread. I don't want to crap on something with potential. In a sea of mediocre quests this shit could change up this part of 4chan. And uh, we need that here.So I'll go. Keep doing what you're doing here QM (and voters).
>>2264291Alright man. Whatever it is hope I can fix it. Thank you for the compliment however.
The session might get delayed until tomorrow at 6:00PM. Trying to pull a family member out of a depression and I don't know if they'll want to do something at night. I'll keep you updated.
>>2265304You do you man, we can wait
Looking like I can't guys. Sorry, tomorrow at 6:00PM EST
We're on for 6:30PM EST tonight.
For a moment, you struggle not to let it all tumble out. About the Banshee’s, the so called Choir and their involvement in your life as of the last few days. Words of warning from earlier however, to hold your silence about The Choir hold you back.“No Sir, I’m sure it’s just a rather angry Revenant.”Hauptmann stares at you for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to believe you. His eyes carry a dangerous glint for just a moment, distrust and worry mixing with an anger only a seasoned officer would exhibit. “Alright Jäger, I’ll trust you on this. If you are keeping it from me I’m sure you have reasons. Regardless, we need to head back to the front line and rearm. The men could use some rest as well. Gather whatever gear your have, and inform the others.”You nod, moving to grab Nixie but Dok stops you.“With her collar broken like that she can’t be moved much. I’ll keep her somewhere more stable than a breast pocket.”Though you don’t like it, Dok is correct, not that you know enough to refute it. You: Insist to take Nixie Inform the men Loot the Americans
>>2268502 Inform the men
>>2268502> Inform the men
>>2268502 Loot the Americans
>>2268502>inform while you loot
>>2268553Which is it anon, either you'll have it tie or we'll inform.
Vote closed, we're gonna inform as it technically got 3.
You accept the reasoning, and rather than fight it you believe it’ll do her more good to be with the one who is medically trained. Turning on your heel, the mud squelching under you, you begin walking back to the gathered group. Siegfried stands in the middle, waving the stump of his arm about in a grand gesture as he motions about with his shotgun in the other hand. The men look enraptured by whatever tale he is spinning, and you can’t help but find it funny that he stands so tall over adults who’ve been part of the war for some time. Siegfried turns to you as you arrive, a grin across his lips. “Jäger! Just in time for the climax of our story, featuring you of course.” Siegfried grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you into the center of the circle as he builds up the finale. “Surrounded on all sides by those damned worms, we’re both out of ammunition and I’m still bleeding bad. Then this guy here, pulls out a damn shovel and fights like a demon possessed. He leapt of the bunker, telling me to run for it, whirling like a dervish through them. Every cleave was a killing blow, and had you guys arrived any later I’m sure he’d have killed all the things given enough time.”The men cheer, laughing and clapping Siegfried on the back. You hear mixed shouts of “Der Mauer” and “Der Schaufelmeister”. You can’t help but grin, the joyous spirits infectious. “Is it true Dietrich? Killed that many of them while wounded and carrying your nearly dead friend?”Siegfried looks at you, winking ever so slightlyYou: Downplay the earlier events Play it up with Siegfried
>>2268610> Downplay the earlier events
>>2268610> Downplay the earlier eventsIf we brag too much about killing them, we're gonna get assigned to handle all worm-related duties in the future.
>>2268610>humble brag"I only killed like 20-25 or so and I had the high ground, those worms are predictable, now that queen on the other hand..."
>>2268610>down play but make sure our friend gets credit too
Vote closed, downplaying the events.
>>2268610 Play it up with Siegfried
You wave your hand at them in a dismissive motion. “Nah, I just tried to stay alive. Siegfried here however, was a monster. Fighting while bleeding to death, a bayonet in one hand. He even ripped one in half at a point.” The men look to Siegfried in awe, very easily believing his ability to do such a thing. Siegfried seems slightly disappointed that you didn’t completely ham it up, but relishes the chance to flex to the crowd. “Damn straight, wasn’t any harder than breaking kindling.” Siegfried poses as the chance arises, laughing all the while.As much as you enjoy the light hearted feeling, you are still in a hostile zone. As such, you clear your throat, trying to quiet down the group.“Hauptmann says we’re moving to the frontline, to rest and resupply.” The soldiers cheer, yelling about whore tents and real food. Hauptmann steps up from behind, the cheers growing louder. “Alright settle down, I know we’ve been out here awhile so I think you all need some R&R before we kick some more Americans back home. Gather you stuff, and we’re moving in five.” The men disperse, still chatting happily as they go to get whatever they aren’t carrying.You: Time skip to the front Walk there
>>2268696> Walk there
>>22686961] Time skip to the front
>>2268696 Walk there
Vote closed, taking the long walk
You nod, moving to the truck to double check if you had left anything. You pick up your rifle from the ground, the beaten and rusted weapon still functional which made it better than nothing. Your shovel is still on your side, and the revolver in the back of your trousers. Tightening down your rig, you hold your rifle at a low ready and move to where the rest of the unit gathers. Dok approaches, his medical bag on his side and Nixie nowhere in sight. You’re sure she’s well cared for, as Dok knows what he is doing. You’re surprised that Dok and Hauptmann had accepted the Fae so readily, still waiting for the proverbial blade to fall. Siegfried stands next to you, his shotgun in the crook of his good arm.“Jäger, not much one for a friendly brag are you?”How do you respond?
>>2268784"Wouldn't want to get too full of myself...Now if we're at the breeding house..."and give him a nudge and a grin
>>2268784>Not really, I am no better then anything else out there fighting.
>>2268784I prefer action over word, Herr Doktor, and I will not forget what you have done.
>>2268818This is fine, gotta have someone like Siegfried to help us have a but of fun.
>>2268830Siegfried isn't a Dr though. He's our giantbro with a bayonet hand.
>>2268838Oh, my apologies, I read Dok in the first sentence and thought we were interacting with him. My mistake.The same still goes.>I prefer action over word, Siegfried, and I will not forget what you have done.
Alright, closed and updating!
“Not trying to get too full of myself here Siegfried, I fight just like everything else out here. If we were at a breeding house however..” You grin at him, and receive one back in kind. “I had you pegged for lusting after someone Dietrich, not really the charnel house kind of guy.” You shrug, keeping up the smile. “You go to one on graduation?”You shake your head no, staying quiet. Your encounter with Ivara was special to you, and you wanted to keep it to yourself. “Ahhh I had a hell of a time at one. Could lift the gals up like nothing. I can’t very much do that anymore…” Siegfried looks down at his arm, and for a moment you see a flicker of sadness cross the friendly giants face.“I’m sure I’ll find some other way to do it. Besides, don’t they say women like scars? This is more badass than that!” The two of you laugh as the rest of the unit lines up, what little gear they have left slung over their shoulders or attached to their rig. You cast a glance across them, empty grenade bags and little ammunition remaining in terms of munitions. It’s a good thing you were moving to the front, as another fight any bigger than a small skirmish would end with a charge as the Americans did.Hauptmann finally arrives, his greatcoat giving him an intimidating and fashionable aura. “Alright Sturmtruppen, best we be moving. Eyes to the sky and boots to the ground let’s make good time. We’ll be heading through the wastes, so keep your eyes open for any unsavory critters. Unit, march!” With his declaration finished, Hauptmann turns on his heel and sets off at a quick pace. The men fall in line behind and follow, a lively marching song spreading through the ranks. You soon leave the destroyed trucks and dead behind, the alien landscape of shell holes and fetid water stretching as far as you can see. In the distance the pounding of great siege cannons thrums a bassy note, every now and again a stray round landing within visible view of the line. You watch the grey skies, ready for any harpies to dive in on your unit. Occasionally you catch glimpses of other friendly units marching in various directions. In the distance, you see such a line. Their uniforms are tattered, blowing by strips in the wind. The men seem unperturbed by this, stepping at a pace that seems far too taxing for a long distance. The closer your two lines come, the more and more off you begin to feel about them. You: Bring your concerns up to Hauptmann Stay quiet and keep marching
>>2268894> Bring your concerns up to HauptmannAlso, we gotta get Sieg a cyborg arm or something.
>>2268894 Bring your concerns up to Hauptmann
Vote closed, telling Hauptmann
>>2268894 Bring your concerns up to HauptmannI'm late again.
You move further up the line, passing by the few others in your unit who walked in front. By the time you reach Hauptmann you can tell he feels uncomfortable as well. His hands are closed tight over his rifle, his face neutral as he looks over the approaching unit.“Dietrich, I see you’re also feeling it. See the way their uniforms hang? Those are Wolfstruppen. Be on guard, they’re known to have difficulties controlling themselves.” You nod, yanking back on your rifles action and chambering a round. You slow down, letting yourself fall back into your position in the line. Having noticed you, the other line turns and heads in the direction of your unit. As they grow closer you begin to make out fine details. What uniform remains on their form is blood stained and patchy, the rest hanging in tatters or simply missing. Dark circles ring their eyes, their hair long and face unshaven. At the front of the line, a clean cut man in a normal officer’s uniform waves in the direction of Hauptmann, a casual smile on his face. Hauptmann signals the line to stop, turning to the group.“I need two to come with me, any volunteers? A heads up, these are Wolfstruppen we’re dealing with so if anyone is afraid of dogs I’d stay back.” The men chuckle nervously in response, shifting from foot to foot.You: Volunteer Stay in line
>>2268991I know never to volunteer.I know never to volunteer.I know never to volunteer....I kind of want to volunteer.
>>2269005That's not a vote queer
>>2268991 VolunteerWe got a doggie treatits not pixie, baka!
>>2269023...actually, do you think they can smell her?
>>2269023>>2269036They'll smell her scent on us, but we don't 'have' her currently, and this is only if we're upwind.
Sorry for the wait guys, trying to clean my lizard's cage as it reeks in here
>>2268991> Stay in line
You step forward, volunteering yourself to stand guard. Hauptmann nods at you, and then Siegfried as your friend quickly follows suit. “Jäger, Siegfried. Thanks for volunteering. Hopefully this will be nothing more than a quick chat.”Hauptmann motions for you to follow, and the two of you fall in on either side of him. Siegfried yanks on the handle of his shotgun, the cylinder rotating and slotting a shell in the chamber. You hold your weapon tight, staring forward at the approaching man.“Edward, been a while.” The man motions to Hauptmann, whose name you have only recently learned.“Hanz, likewise. How’s your patrol been?” Hauptmann’s voice remains neutral, though you can make out a cold underlying note. “We had a run in with an American Harpy unit, who I think mistook the boys for just a regular soldier.They were ah...mistaken.” The men behind the officer grin, a unsettling smile that sets your hairs raising on end. You imagine the harpies didn’t fair well, before or after the battle.“We did have to leave a man behind though. He had become a bit too unruly. As such, if any of your men want a new line of work I think we can make some space.” The officer looks at you, his grin that of fake friendship. You can’t imagine what agreeing to such a proposition would entail.You:  Vehemently refuse Ask for more information
>>2269110No thank you.
>>2269110> Ask for more infoBut do it jokingly, try to keep it lighthearted and keep yourself separated from the notion of interest. We want info, not a commitment.
>>2269110 Ask for more information
>>2269110If we ask for more information do we get a chance to reuse if we do not like the offer?Don't want to be lured away so they can "show" us.
>>2269120Yes you'll be given a chance to still say no, but he'll remember you showed interest.
>>2269122Fuck you I legit want information about the Werewolves.
>>2269126W-whoa anon sorry
>>2269110 Ask for more informationAsk if they are "afraid" of silver.
It looks like information has won. Vote closed and updating.
>>2269110 Vehemently refusenope. nope. nope.
>>2269110Refuse, ask Hauptmann what they are after they leave
>>2269126This guy wants to yiff you.>>2269128
>>2269138>>2269139Just a moment too late guys or you would have won it.
“Can you tell me more?”Hauptmann looks to you so fast you’re worried his neck might break, but Hanz keeps the nice smile on his face. “What’s your name soldier? Interested in Wolfstruppen?”“Jäger, and I just want information.”Hanz looks you up and down, his smile remaining the same. “Well Wolfstruppen are the next step above Sturmtruppen. We are the elite shock troopers, breaking lines by ripping and tearing them apart. You can expect to spend most of combat in melee range, and performing most of your missions as night ops. Your pay grade is higher, as you’ll be expected to do more with less. On the subject of the actual Wolf part, it is irreversible. Due to some past issues, you will be forbid from breeding houses. However, anything else is...fair game.”The fact that he talks so nonchalantly about giving up your humanity sets you on edge, as does his ever present smile. “Well, interested?”Your answer?
>>2269163>No thanks, i wanted information and that was brief as can be. Thanks for putting up with the question however. >Keep some fucking distance from him, We are not giving up our humanity
>>2269164>>No thanks, i wanted information and that was brief as can be. Thanks for putting up with the question however.
>>2269163No, thank you.
>>2269163>>No thanks, i wanted information and that was brief as can be. Thanks for putting up with the question however.
A resounding no, proud of you guys for evading the shiny. Vote closed and updating
>>2269188Thats cause I'm not here to be a furry, I'm here to bang a fae and learn the lore of this quest.
>>2269197Good reasons anon
>>2269163Are you allergic to silver?
You shake your head. Losing your humanity is not at all appealing and the manner in which he talked about one of the soldiers from earlier being left behind doesn’t sit right with you. You step backwards behind and to the side of Hauptmann, staring forward. The officer frowns slightly, then smiles again. “Well that’s fair Jäger, it was Jäger right? You’ve sated your curiosity which is fine. There’s always a spot in the Wolfstruppen for anyone should you change your mind.” The officer looks away from you, and back at Hauptmann. “Well Edward, I can see by your direction you’re headed to the lines. Do be careful, we’ve heard reports of the Ghuls getting bold again. Must be having difficulties with food once more.”With that, the officer known as Hanz moves back to his line. You feel a weight off your shoulders as he leaves, the tense feeling you didn’t know you had fading.“Though I appreciate the pursuit of knowledge Jäger, Wolfstruppen aren’t to be taken lightly. They’ll take anyone they can, willingly or not. When you become a Werewolf, your only chance is death or those units.” Hauptmann sounds concerned more than angry, as if trying to protect you.The line resumes its march, heading towards the looming shape of the mass of trenches and tents.We'll stop here for tonight guys as I'm getting tired. I don't work on Wednesday as such we'll be doing a session then at 6:00PM EST. I'll be around for a bit for discussion and such.
>>2269241Are they allerig to fucking silver? Also, Do they not reproduce naturally at all and only via vemon?
>>2269258They're not allergic, it burns them like acid and is lethal when fired into a vital organ. They do not reproduce naturally, only via bite or ritual
>>2269241This might have been mentioned in previous threads but are there any other supernatural units used by Germany?
>>2269262Those will be shown soon. I'd rather like to keep them secret.
You guys don't find the every other day questing fatiguing I hope?
>>2269282Oh god no, I fucking love it. Is our Fae gonna die?
>>2269284If poor decisions are made it could happen. Or if we need more suffering
>>2269284She better, in thread 15 or so, after saving us numerous time and even saving the whole squad once. She is beloved by everyone. Her death will not be heroic, only tragic, meaningless, and hopefully heart wrenching. That's this quest.
>>2269282only if life calls.
>>2269284Hope not, but id rather have Ivara be the waifu
>>2269784Ivara is shit. Fight me 1v1.
>>2269784Isn't she Baren? Aka literally worthless
>>2269784You've got my support comrade, hopefully we can run into her on the battlefield one day
>>2269789Your opinion is shit>>2269890>Isn't she Baren?Sex without kids? Sounds good to me>>2269895Glad im not alone on this matter, just hope she hasnt lost all her humanity by the time we next meet her
>>2270063>Stuck in literally forever war>Sex without kids, awesome!Anon..
We'll be starting at 6:30PM EST!
After some time of mud underfoot and the constant drumming of artillery in the distance the unit comes upon the first line of trenches. The men are dirt covered, their eyes empty. They were likely just rotated from the front, spending a few weeks in the back line before being moved up further and further. The lines of trenches and tents stretch as far as you can see, and far over the horizon you can hear the sounds of constant machine gun fire. Hauptmann stops the line, motioning for you to gather round. “Alright men, Dok and I will be heading to the command bunker for a full report and further orders. Meet us there by nightfall, Line Forty Eight Section Six. Until then, you’re all dismissed to eat, fuck, and, be merry. Good work out there boys.”His piece spoken, Hauptmann motions to Dok to follow. You look on at him, worried about Nixie though Dok reassures you by patting his medical bag as he walks away. “Dietrich! Dok recommended I head to one of the medical sections to get this arm touched up. Would you head there with me?” Siegfried approaches you, his weapon slung and an ever present smile on his face. You: Go with Siegfried Decline, go to the mess hall Decline, head to the guard posts  Decline, look for somewhere else (write-in)
>>2272179> Go with Siegfried
>>2272179 Go with Siegfried
>>2272179> Go with SiegfriedDamn. Wish we could have gotten Tink back.
Vote closed and updating.
You tell Siegfried you’ll go with him, the both of you dropping down into the trench proper instead of walking above it. The wooden board down the center is covered in mud and water, the cold slop dripping in over your boots and numbing your feet. The water ripples around your steps, small concentric circles waving out from the two of you and the small bonefish that swim around the edges.“Thank you Jäger, I know it’s likely to be boring but I’d like someone with me, especially you and even more so since you were there.” Siegfried walks in front of you, passing by various branching paths and other soldiers. The sounds of constant chatter and exclamations fill your ears, civilization nearly drowning out the sounds of gunfire in the distance. It was difficult to imagine what the actual front was like, even now you were still miles away. The front had moved countless times over the years, thousands of men dying for each bitterly contested inch. The Somme had become a natural barrier between either nation, what was once a river now a choked trickle of churned earth and blood.The sign attached to the left wall shows the medical station just ahead, though you might have been able to figure it out by the buzzing clouds of corpse flies and dried blood stains that spattered the walls. The two of you enter, the front desk more of a butchering table. A muscled man stands over it, his leather apron stained a fresh red as he slices apart a fresh cadaver.“Gentleman, here to see the Doktor? Or here for some fresh cuts. We’ve got a damn choice one right here.” Siegfried looks to you.“You can either come with me to the examination or stay here, I’m sure we could use some good meat after I finish.”You: Go with Siegfried to the examination Talk to the butcher and get some meat
>>2272240 Go with Siegfried to the examinationI don't fucking think its proper meat. I think its human meat.
>>2272250Earlier in the quest it was told that human meat no longer has a stigma, most battlefield casualties are consumed.
>>2272240> Go with Siegfried to the examination
>>2272251more worded about the windigo possilbity.
>>2272240> Talk to the butcher and get some meat
Giving it a few before closing votes. >>2272278 I wouldn't worry about it
Vote is now closed, we're going with Siegfried.
“I’ll go with you Siegfried, we can always stop here on our way out.” The butcher nods to you, shrugging his shoulders.“Come back anytime stranger.” You and Siegfried move further into the bunker, passing by covered bodies mixed in amongst the soldiers that lie on the ground moaning in pain. Their wounds fester with maggots, the corpse flies quite literally eating them alive. Judging by the state of things, the French attack did enough damage that what medical staff there are have become overwhelmed with the influx of injuries. The surgical theater smells rotten, the man in the center covered from head to toe in what was once a white coat, stained a deep brown of dried blood. The surgical mask and goggles give him an inhuman look. “Ahh, Sturmtruppen. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?”Siegfried gestures towards the man with his stump, the bloodied bayonet still attatched. “Mmmm...I see. Good stitchwork on it, whoever your medical officer is did wonderful. Not much else for me to do. If you’re interested in a prosthetic however, I’d head down to the market tents. I hear there is an engineer out there that can do some fine work.” The Doktor looks to you, and you feel uncomfortable under the gaze of the goggles. “And why are you here? Do I need to look at something?” No, just here with Siegfried Yes, if so what
>>2272307Do we have any wounds? If not.  No, just here with Siegfried
>>2272307> Yes, if so whatHave that leg wound we got from the mother worm looked at.
>>2272307Supporting>>2272332Good catch, I knew we got a wound from there or the harpy fight
Checking our wound, good memory guys.
“I actually need something looked at Herr Doktor. I have an injury on my right calf.” The Doktor nods at you, walking around you slowly.“Just a bullet wound? Melee? A trip perhaps?”You shake your head, describing the situation of the tunnels that led up to the wound. “A Rotted Mother? Impressive, and a good thing you got it checked. Their forelimbs inject eggs into whatever they pierce. You best hope that it wasn’t a forelimb. Up on the table now cave rat.”You comply, moving onto the bloodstained slab that sits in the middle of the amphitheater. The dried blood is sticky and pungent, invading your airways and lodging itself deep in your sinuses. The Doktor rolls back your uniform, and you can feel the line of clothing that was stuck in the wound pull itself free. “I see you’ve been running on it. I understand that patrol calls for constant action but the least you could have done was check the stitches every now and again. Judging by the puncture however it wasn’t a forelimb. Though by the smell it’s been infected with something.”The Doktor doesn’t warn you before the alcohol hits the wound, the sharp smell hitting your nostrils as he empties it over your calf. You hiss through your teeth, Siegfried chuckling at you. “If you think that hurts you should try what I did. Maybe take your right one off, we can be like twins.”You struggle to grin through the pain, the needle biting through your flesh as the man sows the wound shut again. “That should do it. Try not to open it up again, and if you’re going to go into a nest remember what I said about forelimbs. If you’d please I have some more men to tend to, off you go.”Siegfried helps you from the table, the two of you walking out and over the wounded the way you came in.“Where to now Jäger?”You: Try to find the engineer Get something to eat Head to the armory
>>2272379> Get something to eat
>>2272379> Head to the armory
>>2272379 Try to find the engineer
>>2272379> Get something to eatFood then lets get you an arm to eat with.
Talking to butcher man for food. Vote closed and updating.
You turn to the Butcher on your way out, the cadaver having been sliced into neat cuts. “Welcome? Whaddaya buyin?”You have eighteen marks, the prices of the man's wares are listed on a battered sign on the front of the table. Prime cut-3 MarksGround thigh- 1 markBelly cut- 2 marks“Whatever you get, the canteen is next door. You can cook it there.”What do you buy?
>>2272425>Belly cut- 2 marksConsidering man is called long pig what does human bacon taste like?
>>2272425>Belly cut- 2 marks
>>2272437Apparently it's a milder pork, less salty.
Human bacon inbound, cooking and eating.
“I’ll take the belly cut please. Enough for the two of us.”“Hehehehe, good choice Stranger.”The man leans over the cadaver, taking his knife to the portion that resembled the stomach. It slices quickly, and as you watch you realize how hungry you are. The wind shifts direction outside, the smell of grilled meat and vegetables making your mouth water. The butcher wraps the meat in a brown paper, flies already landing on the outside of it.“Two portions, take it three to the left. Come again anytime stranger.”Siegfried takes the package from you, dropping the money on the table. You try to protest but the larger man shuts you down. “For coming along, I need to repay you in some manner. Now let’s go eat.” You follow your friend outside, stepping into the muck with the other soldiers. The sounds of merriment and chatter draw closer as you approach the canteen, your hunger growing with each step towards it. A faded sign reading No Man’s Land hangs over it, a few bullet holes having punctured it. The door swings open on used hinges, a warm glow bathing the two of you as you step inside. The canteen is far larger than you thought, stretching back to what must border the amphitheater. It’s quite full, the tables mostly occupied though you see a few openings on the far side.“Well Jäger? Bar or tables?” Bar Tables
>>2272491>Bar After this we should pay a visit to the armory, our now rifle is rusted and the granade pouches are empty
I just realized I'm over one hundred and fifty pages! Woohoo!
Eating at the bar, updating.
You motion Siegfried towards the bar, and the two of you walk over to it. The stools are worn but comfortable, and as you sit down you realize you haven't sat down in some time. The rest feels good, and in the recesses of your mind you worry if you’ll be able to stand and get back to work. The bartender walks to you, a weary look on her face. “What can I get you gentleman. For the record this is not a breeding house so don’t ask me for any favors, that’s across the street. Otherwise we have drink and food. If you brought your own we’ll cook that too.”Siegfried sets the meat on the table, the woman grabbing the package. She hesitates before walking away.“This isn’t anything weird is it? Last time someone brought their own meat it was from one of the Risen, damn meat melted into the grill and stunk up the place for weeks.” “No Ma’am it’s from the butcher at the clinic, just some belly cut.”The woman shrugs, moving to the grill and tossing the meat on it. The fat sizzles and pops, the smell of cooked meat wafting to you. Behind you and Siegfried, the loud shouts of soldiers gambling fills the air. You look back, someone having clearly won. Two of the seats are open, the men who lost scooping what they had and leaving. Siegfried looks at you, a mischievous grin on his face. “Shall we Jäger?”Do you go gamble?  Yes No
Vote is closed, updating to stay at the bar.
“Nah Siegfried, let’s save whatever money we have. Besides that we’re on a time limit, don’t want to start losing and need to make it back.”“Fair points Jäger.” You can tell Siegfried wanted to gamble by the tone in his voice, but he understands your reasoning. By the smell of the meat it’s nearly done, and you aren’t surprised when the bartender pulls it off the grill and sets it in front of you. “Eat up, you Sturmtruppen never really have a chance to stop.”The two of you dig in, thankful to have fresh food as opposed to rations. Around you the merriment continues, soldiers coming and going as they eat, drink and, gamble. You pay no mind, focused on the delicious food. The meat falls apart in your mouth, a warm greasy salt that warms you through. Siegfried seems to struggle keeping the bayonet pointed in a safe and manageable direction, settling to hold his arm stiffly at his side. “Fucking harpies, they weren’t joking when they said not to get in melee. I barely even felt the arm come of man. It just...fell off. I’d hate to face more than a few at a time.”You nod in agreement, your mouth too full to respond. Siegfried falls quiet again before speaking thoughtfully.“You think you can do a harpy Jäger?”You struggle not to spit out your food, a mixture of laughing and choking. In an effort not to let him catch you like that again you finish what’s left fast. Siegfried grins at you the whole time.“Where to next pal?” Market tents Armory Write-in
>>2272666 Market tents
>>2272666> ArmoryGet prepared for the next battle
>>2272666> Market tentsNeed to get our buddy a new arm.
Vote closed, going to the market
The two of you stand from the bar, walking towards the door. Behind you, the sounds of the gambling table grow more heated and you’re thankful that you didn’t join in. Stepping out once more into the trench, you struggle to stay on your feet as a wave of rats move by. They crawl around you and over your boots, fleeing from something further down. Judging by the shouts and animalistic screams it was likely that trench ghouls had burrowed out of a wall somewhere. The man with the Wolfstruppen did say they were becoming more and more bold on the rear lines. Thankfully, the sign heads you in the opposite direction. You travel with the wave of rats, the trenches slowly inclining further downward as they open up. Before too long, you find yourself in a wide space of what used to be an artillery position. Tents sit in neat rows, the vendors standing in the opening or in makeshift stalls in front. Exotic weapons, armor, and supplies stretch as far as you can see. Do you: Look for the engineer Browse the guns Browse the edged weapons Look at the supplies
>>2272714> Look for the engineer
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2272714> Look for the engineer
Vote closed, searching for the engineer. This'll be the last update for the night as this is the start of a mini quest line.
>>2272714 Look for the engineerSo are these folks also soldiers that have a side job or...?
>>2272756Civilians that follow the lines to make a living outside the fume towns, or former soldiers and the like.
Siegfried struggling with his arm earlier makes you wish to help him. You feel that Siegfried is your closest ally and friend you have, and though you’ve saved one another many a time you still feel indebted for the first time he pulled you off the ground and saved you from the Harpy that would have invariably ended your life. You walk past the various weapons and supplies, some interesting items catching your eyes. You resolve that if you still have money on the way back you will stop and see what some of the more exotic weapons are. A rather ornate tent at the end of the line seems to be your destination, an elderly man sitting on a rug. He perks up at the sight of Siegfried, particularly when he notices the missing arm.“You there, a fine soldier such as yourself could use a quality replacement to the arm you lost. I think I have just the piece!”The man grabs Siegfried by the good arm, forcefully pulling him in front of the tent before he vanishes inside. You can hear the sounds of rummaging and metal banging on metal, which ceases after a loud crash. The elderly man appears once more from inside, holding something wrapped in an oil stained cloth. “I’ve got...just the right...prosthetic! Only two hundred marks!” The man wheezes every few words, his long beard moving up and down with each inahaltion. You’re crestfallen at the price, as Siegfried and yourself have less than fifty marks between you. If Siegfried is disappointed he doesn’t show it. “I’m afraid we’ll have to pass old man, we don’t get paid that much.”The man strokes his beard, a twinkle in his eye that looks all too knowing.“I have an offer then, if you’ll come into the tent.” Without a chance to respond the man vanishes inside, a wrinkled hand beckoning the two of you to follow. Siegfried looks at you, tapping the bayonet on his arm. You nod, setting your hand onto your shovel. Together, the two of you move into the tent. You each lift a flap, the dim candlelight barely illuminating the metal parts and gears strewn about the makeshift home. The old man sits in the center, pointing to the rug in front of him. “Come on sit, sit, sit. I’ve got a proposition for you so you can have the arm, free of charge.” The two of you comply, crossing your legs, though you try not to laugh as Siegfried struggles not to knock anything over.“I am quite sorry about the price, but I can’t do anything. Since the French moved up on the front the officers have been too busy to keep any of the men in line. A local group has started a protection racket on the market, and they’re bleeding me dry. I’m sure you can infer where I’m going with this.” The old man pauses, looking over your shoulder and outside the slit of the tent. “Either pay them off, beat them senseless, whatever you need to do. Keep them away from my business and I’ll give you the prosthetic and any changes you want to it free of charge.”Cont.
Siegfried looks to you, expectantly.“I’m game if your game, I won’t be able to afford it for quite some time without doing this.”You: Agree to help Tell Siegfried to do it himself Decline, insist Siegfried just save upWith that guys, we'll be stopping tonight. Next session is going to be Friday night at 9:00PM EST. I'll be around for questions and comments as per usual. Hope you enjoyed the session guys, been more laid back than usual.
>>2272788 Agree to help
>>2272788> Agree to help
>>2272788Agree to help.
Apologies anons, I woke up quite early and work sucked. Since tomorrow is my day off we'll be doing the session tomorrow at 6:30PM EST.
>>2276603REEEEEEEEE I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO READING THE NEXT PART
>>2278044Don't worry anon, we'll be going again tonight.
You look to Siegfried, the soldier who has come to be your friend in the last few days. You’ve saved each other countless times, fought and bled side by side. In a way, his arm was your fault as he lost it saving you. The least you could do would be to help him. Besides that, the request set you on edge. Despite Siegfried’s size, a group of soldier’s willing to collect on anyone in a time such as this would likely not at all be opposed to violence as a means to an end. It’d set you at ease to help him, and watch over your comrade. “I’ll go with you Siegfried, can’t leave you to have all the fun alone.”Siegfried grins before looking at the merchant and outstretching his hand.“We can take care of the problem, I just want the arm afterwards.” The merchant nods repeatedly, clearly surprised you agreed to the request.“You’d be doing the whole market a favor, I’ll spread the word to them all!”The merchant rises to leave, only to be stopped by Siegfried who grabs him by the coat.“It’s rather important however you tell us what we’re looking for and where.”The merchant looks back at the two of you, before half smiling and walking back in.“I can’t believe I nearly forgot. They tend to hang around No Man’s Land bar. If not there, further down the Section Six line, past our little market here. The group is eight men, though I think they answer to someone else. Any questions?”Do you have any questions?
>>2279379Where's the bar?
>>2279379Do you know what unit these men belong to?
>>2279406The bar's the same one we just came from
>>2279423This anon is correct
>>2279423My apologies then.
Any changes to the vote then as we know where the bar is?
I guess since we know the location of the bar we'll ask what unit they belong to. Updating.
You look to Siegfried and then to the merchant. “Do we know what unit they belong to?”The merchant shakes his head.“I don’t have an exact unit number, but I believe they’re just standard infantry. They’ve been away from the front for some time. At least a month, and with the incessant fighting from the French they’ve managed to slip through being redeployed.”You nod, thankful for the knowledge. With that, the merchant opens the tent flap and heads out, gesturing for the two of you to follow. You and Siegfried rise, walking back out into the grey day. “Well friend, do we head to the bar or go past the market?” Bar Market
>>2279495>BarLet's settle this fast. Unless you guys think there's something useful at the market?
>>2279495While I remember check the type of ammunition our revolver uses.
Going to the bar and checking the revolver. Updating!
“Best head to the bar, see if they’re around their usual hang out.” Siegfried nods in agreement, taking the lead and beginning the walk back down the trenchline. You reach back, grasping the revolver in your hand in pulling it out and up in front of your face. You release the cylinder, letting it swing up and over to rest on top of the weapon. Three of the rounds are fired, the primer oddly missing in its entirety. The other three are stamped with a mark that is unfamiliar to you. A geometric shape that seems to turn on itself forever. Around the rim of the casing, the stenciled lettering in english. The numbers you understand, .454, however you aren’t quite sure what Casull means. Regardless, the ammunition is odd in general. You pull one of the unspent cartridges free, looking it over as you walked behind Siegfried. The silver tip shines in nearly any light, even glowing briefly as shadows cast over it. As you run your finger over it, you realize it leaves a powdery residue on your skin. You can’t quite understand what you feel, but you know the round has some sort of property you can’t place. You remind yourself to try to ask Nixie when you next see her. The sign above the bar is just ahead, the familiar sound of drunken revelry emanating from within. Siegfried stops outside the door, looking back at you.“Done fooling with your toy? How do you want to approach this Dietrich, shall we just slip back in or walk in and make noise.”You go in: Loud Act as a patron and go slow
>>2279610> Act as a patron and go slow
>>2279610 Act as a patron and go slow
>>2279610Goodness, a .454? That's gigantic
We're acting like patrons. Vote closed and updating.
>>2279653Man it's going to be a pain to find ammo for a wildcat. Going to have to pay a dedicated dude just to get brass for this bastard not to mention actually reloading spent ammo.
You peek inside. A large crowd of soldiers has gathered around the gambling table, their cheers ringing about the room as the stakes are raised. You can’t tell the group just by looking, and going in with the intent to stir trouble would make it far harder than it needed to be. “We’ll just go in normal, order a drink or such and watch for awhile.”Siegfried nods in response, pushing open the door and making for the bar. You slip the revolver behind you and into your trousers where you had kept it. The weight of it settles comfortably, and you’ve become so used to carrying it that you barely notice it. The shovel bounces on your right side with each step, swinging along with your motions. Siegfried leads the way to the bar, taking a seat at the stools you were at earlier. The bartender turns, looking the two of you up and down.“Couldn’t stay away I see, what can I get you two? A drink, some more food?”Siegfried shakes his head.“Just two drinks, something clean and weak.”The bartender nods, vanishing behind the counter to the sound of clinking glasses. You look around the bar, glancing at the various soldiers sitting around. The group at the gambler’s table is the largest, easily twenty people gathered around the chairs. You can’t see much over the men stood around, but whatever it is must be exciting by the cheers. To the left of the table in the center, four men are gathered around five drinks, looking pensive in their silence. To the right, the tables are mostly empty, their patrons having risen to watch the festivities in the middle. All that remains is two men, talking in hushed tones in the farthest corner.“Well Dietrich? Which group do we start with?”You talk to the group to the: Left Center Right
>>2279802> LeftI really don't have a reason for this vote so I'll change it if someone has a convincing argument.
We check the left table first it seems.
You stand, motioning for Siegfried to leave sat as you move away. He nods, looking back to the drink in his hands as he cases the room. The cheers grow even louder, someone having won big and the crowd going wild. You tune it out, walking closer to the four men at the table. You remember the merchant stated that you were looking for eight men, so you don’t believe these are the people you are looking for. However, you can’t help but be intrigued by the fifth drink with no patron to take it. One of the men glances up at your approach, elbowing his friend who quickly taps the table. The four of them look up at you expectantly though defensive. “Can we help you man? Need something?”You shake your head, unsure of exactly what you would say to find them out regardless. Instead you ask the only thing you can think of.“Why the fifth drink?”The men frown, looking back down to their table. The one who noticed you speaks first, a defeated note in his voice. “Just pouring it out for a lost friend. We just got rotated back, most of our unit bit it in a charge. Including the poor sap who the drink was for. Anything else you need?”You shake your head, turning to walk away. It strikes you however that the merchant had also told you the men were part of an infantry unit. You look back at the group.“Infantry?” The men shake their head. “Cavalry.”“My condolences.”You look back at the room. You’re left with center and right to check.You go: Center Right
>>2279966> RightI'm sure Sieg will enjoy casing the gambling table.
We're going to the far right, vote closed and updating.
Sorry for the delay anons, trying to figure out how to write this correctly.
You step forward, glancing at the gambling table in the center and then to Siegfried, whose eyes have followed you since you had left the bar. He nods once, standing to his massive height and walking towards the middle. You cross in front of him as he makes his way forward. Siegfried muscles his way through the crowd, trying to get to the table in the center. Incredibly, you lose sight of him. You realize he must have sat at an open seat and joined in.You reach the far side of the room, the dim electric lights here having gone out. The shadows are long, and hide most of the shapes of tables. You see the two men in the far corner, their cigarettes mingling with the low light of the lantern on the table. The man farthest from you is elderly, a beard covering the lower half of his face. The foam of his beer sits on his upper lip, mixing in with the gray mustache. The man who sits across from him is hard to discern, a hunched shape in a greatcoat leaning on the table. By his uniform he looks to be some sort of officer, though his uniform seems rather oversized and worn. You step into the light of the lantern, looking at the two of them. They look up questioningly. What do you say?
>>2280153A group of 8 infantrymen has been making trouble at the market. Know anything about it?
>>2280153>my name jeffBut seriously.>Gentlemen, how are you todayLet's try to have a convo with these guys. Pretend we're looking for friends
>>2280153>>2280185Supporting, maybe ask for a smoke too
We'll mix them both, vote closed and updating.
You nod your head at the two of them, trying to remain respectful. “Are all these seats occupied? Would one of them happen to be free?”The two men look around them, shaking their heads no in answer.You pull out the seat closest to you, setting yourself down at the head of the table. You motion the bartender, who thankfully sees you, bringing over three drinks. The men take them, surprised and thankful at your generosity. “How are the two of you today?”The elderly man responds first, a noticeable wheeze in his breath that is no doubt from chemical exposure.“Just fine, just fine. Might be more than fine soon, finer than I’ve ever been.” A hint of mirth makes its way to the forefront of his speaking, the smile that stretches his lips broad and genuine. The other man however, looks at you suspiciously. Oddly enough, he won’t stop sniffing in your direction.“This is Englan, I’m Frederick.” The elderly one, Frederick, gestures across him towards the man in the greatcoat. “And yourself? Not often someone shows up here to sit down and buy stranger’s a few drinks.”“Dietrich. Dietrich Jäger.” You keep your reply curt and friendly, still unnerved by the man to your right. “May I ask what you’re doing in the dark section here? Forgive my saying it looks rather shady.”Frederick laughs heartily before taking a steady drink. Englan makes to keep him quiet but is promptly dismissed as Frederick waves his hand at him.“I’m signing up for a new life. Far too old to do what I’ve been doing any longer, it has become much to difficult on my body. My compatriot here is part of the Wulfstruppen, come to alleviate me of these damnable aches and pains. A new life really.” You ready yourself to slip in the question you need asking, of the gang in the market however you’re stopped by Frederick. He raises his glass in a toast to Englan, who fakes the motion. As Frederick drinks, the Wulfstruppen leans in to you, his voice low.“You smell of silver, and Fae dust. I don’t like it.”How do you react?
>>2280288Really? I'd expect the smell of rot worm and blood to mask that but yes I am carrying silver.
>>2280288>I should've taken that shower chance when I had it.>Good luck Frederick, and enjoy yourself on it.
>>2280301Supporting.>Then, should I order another round to celebrate? To a new life!
Alright. Vote closed and updating for a mix.
“Damn, I’d have expected Rot Worm and blood to mask that smell. I am in fact carrying silver. Where you’re getting Fae dust however I’m not sure.”Englan leans closer, pushing a finger against the breast pocket that Nixie usually sits in.“Right here. Fae. By the...delicious smell...A female. I do so enjoy those, they’re quite delicious little treats.”You fight back the rising anger, remaining calm. “I’d guess your nose is wrong then. How odd. There’s no Fae in my pocket.” The man snorts, staring at you with considerable venom. You turn back to Frederick who is clearly the more receptive one. “A new life? Perhaps another drink then, to celebrate!” You slide your drink towards him, Frederick readily accepting. He laughs happily, starting on what is clearly not his second or even third drink. You decide he seems receptive enough, and pose the question you’ve been meaning to ask.“As an infantry man, you must know most of the others who got rotated back. Does a group of troublemakers sound familiar? Eight, maybe nine of them?”Frederick looks at you through the glass mug, setting it on the table and belching loudly. “Yes in fact it does. We had a few ah...reformed penal units mixed in to bolster our ranks. We’ve been taken a damn beating by the French artillery. So, they sent us some extras. Turns out most of them aren’t very reformed. Those that have managed to evade getting sent back up in the chaos have started sectioning off parts of the trench lines as their own turf.’Frederick tips back the drink again, finishing it and wiping his mustache on the coat of his uniform.“The ones that run this section spend most of their time here, gambling. I wouldn’t recommend joining, they tend to fix the games and if you manage to outsmart them they get rather unhappy.”You look over to the table, which you realize has fallen much quieter than it was. Clearly the game has gotten serious, and you can pick out Siegfried sitting in the center. The cup of dice is in his hand, a vicious smile affixed to his face. The man sitting with his back to you has one hand on the table, the other fiddling with something in his lap. The Wulfstruppen leans in to your ear, his breath inhumanely hot.“I think they’re getting serious there Fae boy. You might need to help your friend. Take your silver and leave.”What is your course of action?And with that guys, we'll be calling it tonight. Due to the way my schedule is falling the next session will be Tuesday the 6th at 10:30PM EST. We'll likely be in a new thread, so keep an eye on the catalog and the quest twitter for the exact thread. As always I'll be around for discussion and the like. Hope you guys are enjoying it!
>>2280447>Whelp, time to go kill some fucking convents. Good luck with your unit you two.
>>2280447Lovin it, though cliffhangers are kinda lame imo
>>2280466Ah apologies on that anon. The only other spot that would be decent to end it would be after everything is said and done and I don't think I can last that long tonight. I'll keep that in mind for the future however!
>>2280447Sneak up behind the guy with his hand on the table, revolver ready (I assume everyone will be focused on the game). And if things even seem slightly going south, cock the gun to get their attention.
I like that we can change our attitude on a dime. At first we were standoffish and detached, but now we're all friendly and generous with strangers.Our boy Jäger is a psychopath, guys!
>>2280517In his defense, we are faking it to get info. As was voted.
>>2280469Its k, im just diggin thisDo you have plans for any Eu-friendly sessions?
>>2280536Yeah in fact I was going to try and do one next week as I have a stint of a few days off. Likely around noon EU.
>>2280517I saw it as he's only detached when out in the field or on mission. He was friendly with the guards back in the fume town so its not too weird for him to be able to act buddy-buddy with people.
>>2280474Lets not waste good ammo on lowly cowards who barely deserve the title Infantryman.
>>2280655I wasn't hoping to start a firefight, just hoping to keep our buddy from getting jumped
>>2280655Better to pay in bullets than in lives.
That raises a good question though, how often do fights (Fatal or otherwise) between soldiers happen in areas like this? Also what would the punishment be for them?
>>2280711Then use a normal gun that fire normal bullets instead of exotic ammo.What are we gonna do, laugh the other 5 to death?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DLVojdo8Qk
>>2280798Oh yeah a full sized rifle is real subtle.
>>2280809Why would we use a full sized rifle?Shooting up a bar isn't subtle either.
>>2280447shouldn't we have started by now?
>>2292023Hey anon, did you not see my update on twitter?
Probably should have said we kill fae fairly often, can he smell the harpy we butchered?Too late now. Let's roll.