Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2255978/Twitter: https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuuYou look to the Wulfstruppen, the man’s eyes incisive and animalistic. The gaunt and pale skin makes them bulge out of their sockets, the dark rings giving him the look of some sort of human Ghul. It sets you on edge, just how far from normal the Wulfstruppen look up close. He breathes heavily, heaving with each breath and even from a few feet away you can feel the heat coming off each exhalation. Whether from the presence of silver or naturally he seems to move constantly, checking every sound and movement with a quick dart of his head. You feel as though you’re studying some unknown creature, far removed from the known safety of the light.You stand, looking back to the table that seats Siegfried and the penal soldiers. You can hear the clatter of the dice against their cups, the entire bar listening and watching intently. The spectre of violence hangs in the air, crooning in the ear of every watching soul. You cast another glance back at the drunk man and the Wulfstruppen across from him. The first lolls his head from side to side, a lazy rotation the threatens to end on the corner of the chair next to him. The Wulfstruppen’s eyes bore into you, looking you over as a predator would. “On now little Fae soldier, smells like the fun is about to begin. Don’t disappoint.” A grin stretches his face from ear to ear, pulling his skin taught to show impossibly long yellow fangs, dripping with salivation. You take the first step towards the table, your boots thumping on the worn wood like a drum. You work your way through the crowd, nudging past the gathered onlookers swarming the gamblers, reminiscent of corpse flies in the hazy noon. You find yourself standing over the penal soldier that was closest to you. His left hand sets on the table, clenched over an upside cup. His right moves under the shadow of the table, the glint of metal catching your eye every now and again. It’s clear that he doesn’t notice you, his gaze fixed on Siegfried who sits across from him. Siegfried sits in his chair calmly, a confident smile on his face as he leans back on the precariously tipped chair. The other men at the table are hunched, staring at the players still in. You count eight total, the number the merchant gave you. Six of the group are out of the game, their dice and cups pulled aside. Barely contained rage moves their features, twisting their brows. At least one other fiddles with something under the table, the others that you can see moving their hands to their sides or pockets. Cigarette smoke hangs over the table, a storm ready to break. You: Watch for the outcome Ready a weapon, if so which one Shovel the man you’re standing over Both 1 and 2I'm back everyone! Sorry for that few day break, I'm feeling as best as I can and as such we'll be back to normal. Let's get this show on the road!
>>2295902 Both 1 and 2>TRUSTY SHOVELAlso, Everything alright QM? First for Fae breeding pens.
>>2295910 Little brother spent all of monday telling me how much he hated me and how I'll never be part of his life. Going to take a long time to really get over that but I'm as best as I can and I missed writing. Fae breeding pens soon
>>2295910seconding all including spoiler.
>>2295923 Ah shit QM, I got ya. My mother told me that for years. For what its worth outside of almost rusing me into voting for us to become a Werewolve I think you're a pretty bitchin dude. Never soon enough, Also was joke. No bully Fae unless its the irish ones. Fuck those dudes, my homeland is full of cancer fae.
 Both 1 and 2>shovels win wars kids
>>2295902 Shovel the man you’re standing over
They don't call us Der Schaufelmeister for nothing. Vote closed and updating. Really can't stress enough how happy I am to be back. Thanks for everything guys.
>>2295975And we can't stress how fucking great it is to have a good quest come back. Most never come home ;-;
You wrap your hands around the fitted wooden handle of the shovel on your side. Twisting it and pulling back you manage to slide it from the cover without a noise. The dull gray of the sharpened side gleams in the light, flecks of blood and sinew still stuck intermittently between the teeth on the other side. It’s quite easy to imagine bringing the shovel up over your head and down violently on top of the skull of the man before you. You’ve done it before, you already know how it would end. A loud crack, and a spatter of arterial spray as you drive it all the way to the base of his brain stem, splitting his skull open and sending the contents spilling onto the table. You choose instead to wait, hopeful that the situation can be defused without an all out brawl to the death. You twist the shovel so the light won’t catch it and move to let it hang loosely next to your right calf. One of the penal soldiers breaks the silence.“How many do you bet big man? Best hope you’re wrong.” You look to the gravelly voice, the source of it a husky fellow to your far left. He sits next to Siegfried, a cigarette clenched between his lips so hard it bends in the middle. Scattered around him are at least two packs worth of butts, their ashes dusting everything in a six foot radius. Siegfried grins, and as you look at him you realize how dangerous he truly is. A mountain of a man that you call your friend, a viciously serrated bayonet attached to the stump of an arm he lost without missing a step. The smile that stretches his face chills you, far more than the Wulfstruppen ever could. It strikes you that he’s enjoying the situation, the odds stacked against him so high the chance of coming out on top wouldn’t even be considered by anyone here in the room. He lets the chair fall forward, and as he does you see the familiar sight of the ventilated barrel shroud of his shotgun between his legs. Siegfried looks around the table, taking in the expression of each of the men there. “Six ones.”The men stare at him. Any other situation would warrant an outburst of laughter from everyone present at the sheer impossibility of those dice. Now however on the brink violence, it seems it’d fit just right. You look down into the lap of the man, finally catching sight of the P44 Luger he’s fiddling with. The table and crowd wait with baited breath as Siegfried slowly lifts the cup off the dice he cast. In an instant, all hell breaks loose. The men stand from their chairs and draw weapons, a motley assortment of rusted bayonets and pistols. The one in front of you stays sitting, swinging the Luger up in a wide arc that sweeps the right side of the room. You: Cut off his hand Cleave his jugular Split his skull
>>2296051> Split his skullNot seeing any real benefit to let them get off with just a maiming.
>>2296051 Split his skull
>>2296051> Split his skull
Vote closed, splitting skull. Updating.
Things seem to move in slow motion as you focus in on the man in front of you. Your grip tightens reflexively, and in one quick motion your bring the shovel up to the top of your reach. It comes down easily, all of your considerable strength and weight put into this single blow. Just as you predicted, a loud crack that reverberates up the handle and into your arm. The edge of the shovel moves through bone and soft tissue easily, burying itself down into the base of his neck. Your right ear rings as his arm spasms, firing the Luger off as it swings through the air. The round finds a home in one of the other soldiers thighs, burrowing through and into the wood. Siegfried bounces to his feet like a spring, pistoning his right arm out to send the bayonet through the center of the man’s neck who sat beside him. He yanks the man’s body downwards, smashing his face onto the table before pulling the bayonet out and decapitating the writhing man. Arterial spray showers your side of the table, staining the green tablecloth a deep brown. You twist and yank, snapping the spinal cord of the already dead man and freeing your shovel. The men to either side of you look in surprise and shock, your presence having been unexpected. “Get the fucking bastards!” The man to Siegfried’s left yells out, only to be cut short by the thundering blast of Siegfried’s shotgun, the barrel having been leveled against his chest. The soldier’s upper torso is sheared from his body, the two halves tumbling down on each other in a spray of gore and bone. There are five more soldiers at the table. The two to either side of you are shocked at your presence, their reactions slowed. How do you proceed?
>>2296171Wide swing as we cut through there necks/sidesIts got a cutting side of the shovel after all, one motion should be all it takes.
>>2296181>>2296171This, we’re a pretty strong guy
>>2296181I want to go for a killing blow on one of the soldiers (whichever one is further from Siegried) and then attacking the arm or hand of the second one who will no doubt be going for a weapon by then.
>>2296171>>2296181>>2296213Like chopping wood, its all in the wrist
>>2296223To clarify, I was assuming Jaeger will be continuing to use the shovel.
So as I understand we cut through the necks with a wide swing in one quick move?
>>2296260Well, as many moves as it takes
>>2296272Alrighty, vote closed and updating.
Oh boy, here we go...
You look to your right, swinging the shovel up in a backhand. The teeth bite through the soldier’s throat and into his bone. Warm blood runs down the handle and across your hand. His hands come up, gripping the edge of the shovel as he tries to pull it from his flesh. You feel a blow strike your ribs as the man behind you drives his fists into your side. You pull back, the edge of the shovel slicing through his fingers and letting them tumble to the floor. One of the men jumps forward, tackling Siegfried. You lose sight of them behind the table, the sounds of their scuffle dulled over the shouts of the onlookers who try to leave. You turn around, focusing on the man who threw the punch. He steps back as you swing, the shovel cutting nothing but air. You see the gleam of a blade as he slips a bayonet out of its sheath, holding it tightly in his right hand. You ready yourself for a fight, only to have the breath forced from your body as one of the soldiers behind you yanks back on your shovel. You feel the handle lock around your throat like a bar, his intention to choke you out and leave you open for his friend clear. You’re being choked from behind with your own shovel. Siegfried is grappling with an attacker on the ground. The two of you have killed four of the eight. The man in front of you is ready to stab you with his bayonet. How do you proceed?
>>2296361Can we twist ourselves and our attacker into the guy who is gonna stab us way?
>>2296377You can do whatever is voted anon. Within reason of course.
>>2296361Horse kick his balls, then kick off the floor, push instead of pull, go as far as we can kick off and try to land on the reserve side or failing that, just fall flat on the dude behind us, knock his wind out and recover.Oh and if we can kick the fucker infront of us in the face, that'll be a plus.
>>2296361Use him as a side walk and run up him to do a back flip, then kick the guy who now ha sour shovel in the groin, and take our shovel back and swing it at the guy behind us then back to the guy in front.
>>2296399Use the guy coming at us with the bayonet.*
>>2296361Attempt to disarm the knife with a kick, then go for revolver kill. Hopefully on both
>>2296419Hopefully we have thicc boots
>>2296361This sounds feasible>>2296389>>2296399that's some matrix shit.
We are currently tied between: >>2296377 and >>2296389Vote to decide anons!
>>2296389Voting this then
Alright, we're going for >>2296389. Vote closed and updating.
You kick backwards, feeling your boot crush into the man’s groin. For a moment the handle of the shovel moves away from your throat, giving you half a breath. You push down, throwing your weight backwards and falling onto the stunned man. Your head bounces off his nose as you land, and you feel the warm spray of blood as it breaks. His grip on the shovel falls away, and you roll to the side, pulling your weapon with you. You roll under the table, the bayonet of the other soldier stabbing between the wood boards. You find yourself looking at Siegfried wrestling on the floor on the other side of the table. The soldier he fights is postured up, swinging his fists downward as Siegfried defends. A wrong blow sees Siegfried’s bayonet thrust up against his incoming fist, splitting the arm up to the elbow. You look up, a sawn-off double barrel affixed under the table by a wire. The soldier with the bayonet is above you and to your left, his weapon stuck in the floor. Siegfried is gaining the upper hand in his fight though you can see another soldier approaching. The man you landed on is recovering, albeit slowly. How do you proceed?
>>2296526Use the under table gun to kill the guy eith the baynet then flip the table over and use it to ram into the new comer to this fight
>>2296534The table is a large wooden octagonal poker table anon, far too heavy for us to move on our own.
>>2296526I'll back this guy >>2296534
>>2296537is the shotgun shifteable?Or only pointing in one direction?
>>2296543You could pull it out from under the wire, it was put there for secrecy.
>>2296526Pull out the gun and shotgun blast the guy with the stuck bayonet point blank.Then swing the shovel down into the face of the guy who's groin we smashed.
>>2296526Where did the luger get to? Grab that shotty and finish off our side of the fight. Warn Sieg about the new guy.
>>2296557Luger went spinning off somewhere when it was dropped, Jäger wasn't really watching.
>>2296549Then shoot pull it out then shoot the guy we are on then procide to beat a fuck with the stock
>>2296557We should go and pick it up later. A actual gun we can use without using up the precious ammo of our other sidearm.
As >>2296534 isn't feasible due to the poker table being too heavy, we don't have any option in the lead. Vote for any of the options stated anons!
>>2296574was thinking the same thing. Maybe even get Sieg a sidearm.
>>2296556This but point out the new asshole.
Seems we're going with >>2296556 Vote closed and updating.
>>2296599I'll support >>2296626
You reach up, grasping the sawn-off and yanking it free. The wire screeches along the metal of the barrel, flecks of black paint lazily spinning down through the air. You move the weapon, resting the barrels against the temple of the soldier. He stops trying to pull the bayonet free, glancing up at the new sensation. “Don-” You cut him short, pulling the trigger on the left barrel. The gun bucks backwards in a manner that feels as though it’d break your wrist, the burst of fire from the muzzle mixing in with blood and shattered bone as the man’s head explodes. Bits of brain and sinew fly into the air, spattering against the ceiling, wall, and floor. The smell of gore and gunpowder hangs in the air.You turn your body, bringing the shovel up in a crescent arc that ends on the stunned face of the other surviving soldier. The edge splits his face in half, burying itself in the back of his skull. The pool of blood you lie in grows, spreading further over the floor. You can see the Wulfstruppen at the other side of the room, picking a piece of meat off his uniform and swallowing it quickly.“Siegfried you’ve got another coming!”You’re unsure if he heard, the struggle on the other side of the table currently blocked from sight by the chairs. You rise to your feet, trying to keep steady in the red slick. The man who was approaching Siegfried has a Luger in hand, trying to aim over the shoulder of his struggling comrade.There are two of the soldiers left. Siegfried is wrestling with one, the other is standing over him. You’re standing up, with one round left in the double barrel. You also have your shovel. How do you proceed?
>>2296727Thow the shovel at the guy with the gun and then dive shot at him??
>>2296727>Take the shovel to the asshole standing over the two of them if we can't reach them in time.
>>2296727shotgun the lugermann, then shovel any survivors.
>>2296727Are there any people behind the man with a luger? Ending this guy is all well and good but getting the crowd as collateral damage would be bad. If it's empty just unload the final shot in the dude.
>>2296727Scream loudly at the wulftruppen and charge to distract the fucker. That he might turn and deem us a bigger threat.When close in range, shoot the barrel into the luger holder.
>>2296755the wulftruppem in minding his business eating people on the other side of the room.
>>2296727Throw the shotty at guy with Luger, then run for the melee kill. Dont wanna risk getting Sieg hit with weapon spread
>>2296758My bad but you know what i mean.
>>2296754The crowd has pretty much cleared.
>>2296773then shoot away.
It seems we are shotgunning him. Vote closed and updating.
You raise the shotgun, the soldier with the Luger having not noticed you. The left barrel still smokes slightly, light wisps rising into the air. Your finger clenches over the second trigger, and you feel it move back at a measured pace before breaking at the wall. The gun throws back again, smoke and fire obscuring your view for a moment. You hear a man scream out, confirmation that you hit your target. When you can see him again, his left arm is shredded. Thin spurts of red flow freely onto the wooden floor. Multiple holes perforate his uniform, dark stains spreading over the cloth. He looks at you, confused and dazed. The Luger in his hand swings towards you, kicking back as he fires a round. You can hear the tell tale tearing noise a round makes as it flies past, the bullet moving over your right shoulder. The man’s entire body tenses, the Luger falling from his limp hand. You notice finally, the dull gleam of a blood soaked blade pushed up into his groin. Siegfried rises, lifting the unfortunate man bodily. You can hear the tearing as the bayonet moves inside his body. Siegfried grins, yanking the blade out from inside his body and checking him across the room with his shoulder. The two of you stand, taking stock of the scene. Eight bodies lie around the room in various states. Two still sit at the table, the one whose skull you split and the other who Siegfried beheaded. Siegfried looks at you, wiping his blade on his uniform. “That’s all eight. The merchant said there may be another in charge of them however. Any ideas?”You glance around the room, the only ones still in the bar are yourselves and the Wulfstruppen. Your gaze falls on him. It occured to you then, that Wulfstruppen didn’t really need rest. Judging by the ones you ran into earlier, they didn’t care about rain nor wear and tear. By his uniform and manner, he surely wasn’t an officer either. He picks at the bullet wound in his stomach, a thin hole befitting of a Luger. It seemed as though the round fired found a mark regardless. “Well Fae boy, that was a damn nice show. Impressive as all hell. I can’t even begin to imagine what you could do if you were a Wulfstruppen. Care to find out?”How do you react?Sorry for the slow update, had to run and grab something.
>>2296913>Not at all Wulfstruppen, I will cling to my humanity as long as possible.
>>2296913"I'll pass, thank you very much. I don't really like the sound of it."Keep distance away from the wulftruppen. hand on our special revolver.
>>2296913Thanks for the offer but noNot giving up the breeding house
>>2296913No thank you.
>>2296913Not even close to being desperate enough for that.Just in case shift our hand closer to our revolver.
A rather resounding no is his answer. Vote closed and updating.
“No thanks. I think I’ll keep doing as I do. I managed just fine there.” You take a step back, dropping the shotgun and moving your left hand onto the handle of the revolver. You tighten your grip on your shovel with your other hand, the fresh blood on the handle sticky and warm. “Well that’s disappointing. A man like you, and we could have really done a lot here. On that subject however I must say it’s quite bothersome that the others died, stupid as they may have been they were still useful.” The Wulfstruppen stands as he talks, dropping his greatcoat behind him onto the bench. Fresh blood smears his chest, though you can’t see the hole from the Luger anywhere. Siegfried grabs his shotgun from the floor, moving next to you. “I’m going to need repayment for this. I don’t very well expect that you’ll be able to pay either. As such I’ll just be using you for food. Fair trade I’d say.” You hear bones shattering, as if his entire body cracked in unison. He hunches, wrapping his arms around himself as the skin of his back splits. You can see the vertebrae of his spine, a brilliant white stained red with blood. Dark splotches of fur sit between each, growing by the minute. The skin sloughs, slipping further and further off his body. Muscles ripple and flex of their own accord, inhumanely sized and glistening in the light. He looks up at you, his face splitting in half as a bone protrusion juts forward from his jaw. His voice is low and menacing as he chuckles.“This shouldn’t be too bad.” Each syllable reverberates. In the enclosed space, as if spoken twice.What is your course of action?
>>2297051Give him the silver.Headshot since he's gonna sit there and tank it and laugh it up like its no big deal like the semi-immortal hound he is.Use that pride against him.
>>2297051Two in the heart, one in the head with that sweet ass revolver.
>>2297051Shoot with revolver until he seems dead, then hack the body to pieces.
>>2297068We only have so many shots left though.We should save the ammo. Shoot him then behead him.
>>2297051>Round in the head and heart from the revolver if we can't take his head off with our shovel.
Going for an early kill. Vote closed and updating
You pull back the hammer on the revolver while lifting it from your trousers. You can feel the cylinder rotate, the hammer poised to drop like a guillotine. You let your arm drop, the gun pointed at the floor. The Wulfstruppen throws his body down and forward, hunched on the floor as he bones contort and reform. You swing the revolver up, snapping the trigger back in one fluid motion. The Wulfstruppen looks up at the sound, his face a mixture of rage and fear. The familiar buzzing noise fills the air as the round fires, a wave of static hitting you that sits in your teeth. The streak of silver flies through the air, impacting on the beasts forehead. Black ichor sprays out the back of his skull, the silver light traveling with it and punching through his spine. His body slumps forward with a dull thump. The skin around the bullet hole is gray, black veins spider webbing along his face. “Well shit Dietrich. I was looking forward to that. Might have been able to go toe to toe with me.”Siegfried steps forward, kicking the body over onto its side. “Where the hell can I get one of those fancy revolvers. Other than the headache that thing is sick.”You can’t help but grin at the man, who despite any situation can still make light of it. Siegfried smiles back, laughing softly. “Well Jäger. Think we should go to the officers and try to explain ourselves here? Or let them find us?”You: Go to the officers Go to the market, the officers will find you laterWith that guys, we'll be stopping tonight. Next session will be Sunday at 6:30PM EST. As always I'll be around for discussion and comments. Thank you all for bearing with my absence, it feels damn nice to run again. On a side note, I really enjoyed this last vote. I was surprised honestly that no one tried to talk shit or something.
>>2297219>I was surprised honestly that no one tried to talk shit or something.Talk shit, get bit.> Go to the market, the officers will find you laterMaybe if the officers find us at the market, some of the vendors will vouch for us.
>>2297219> Go to the officersMight as well. Thanks for running.
>>2297219> Go to the market, the officers will find you laterBetter to get the merchants to vouch that the guys we killed were trouble makers.Also is the old guy the werewolf was talking to earlier still around? He could also vouch for us.
>>2297219Loot that luger.
>>2297219> Go to the market, the officers will find you later
>>2297248We will anon. Promise. >>2297234Thanks for taking part!>>2297246He is in fact passed out drunk.
>>2297248And ammo/cartridges.Also the bayonet.
>>2297253Darn, probably for the best though since we just killed his chance at a new life. That won't put him in a good mood.
>>2297265He'll find another wulftruppen. They don't exactly seem the type to be picky on who gets to join.
>>2297219>Loot everybody and then  Go to the market, the officers will find you laterSee ya boss
>>2297219> Go to the officers
>>2297253Thanks for running, QM.I'll be re-reading this run. I like the violence, will probably use it as inspiration for my writing assignments. I hope you're okay with that,
>>2297468Not at all a problem anon! I'm glad I could do that for you, and I really hope you enjoy the backread.
>>2297272>ThisGetting our bro an arm before talking to officers
>>2297704Magaman arm gun?Big sheild in his other hand?Turn him into a walking havey wepons team/tank
Sorry guys but I think I'm going to cancel today. Sick as all hell.
>>2301465You a basic bitch Get better QM, Its all good.
>>2299657Why not a regular hand, so he can hold anything he wants with it.
>>2301727Not as cool
Hey everyone, next session will be tomorrow at 10:30PM EST
>>2306402>trip was off
>>2306404If werewolves are about, are vampires extant? What about any other monsters that transform others?Can't wait to see pic related
>>2306576>vampires extantIm pretty sure but since we havent seen any ic, qm hasnt/ wont tell us
>>2308415I like to keep some surprises.
“I think we should head to the market. At least there we’ll have people to confirm the men who died were criminals. Hopefully Command agrees with us.”Siegfried nods in agreement, stepping over to the ashen corpse of the Wulfstruppen. He kicks the limp form over, a cloud of dust rising up as the form breaks up on itself. The uniform gently collapses, the tinkling sound of coins and ammunition ringing quietly. You glance around at the carnage, blood and gore covering the floor and table. You could loot them, having spied a Luger or two in the fight. Maybe there might be more of use, but the longer you stayed the more you risked command walking in which would be even harder to explain. You: Just go to the market Loot fast, anything on the floor or in sight Loot thoroughly And off we go for the night
>>23088152 gotta loot fast boi
>>2308815> Loot fast, anything on the floor or in sightMost interested in a luger and what the wolfman had in his uniform.
>>2308815 Loot fast, anything on the floor or in sight
Gotta go fast. Vote closed and updating.
>>2308815> Loot fast, anything on the floor or in sight
You move across the room quickly, doing your best not to slip and fall in the blood. You cross over the spilled brains of the first man you killed, the empty casing from the round he fired rolling underneath your boot. Glancing around, you find the Luger he had used. You pick it up from the ground, sticky half dried blood staining your hand. You were surprised honestly, most often than not only officers had access to the P44. It shared the same look as the original P08, though with the advent of living horrors in the world it featured a an easily changed barrel for use of special “Freak” rounds as they were dubbed. High explosive .44 shells loaded by hand into the action after each shot. Along with such modernizations came a heavier frame and stronger parts. You slipped the handgun onto your left hip, reaching in to the stained coat of the cadaver to grab the two extra magazines. You glanced around, the only other objects of use being rusted bayonets and lengths of barbed wire. Siegfried had found a few shotgun shells to add to what he already carried, stuffing them into his pockets. “I think that’s all we have time for Jäger. Let’s get going.” Your comrade steps over the corpse of the Wulfstruppen, heading towards the exit. You follow, the two of you tracking blood along the worn wood. You glance back at the interior of the bar. The light in the center flickers, one side of it stained red from a spray of blood. Any patrons had vacated at the start, leaving only the dead and those too drunk to wake left. The two of you step into the trench, closing the door behind you and turning right. It takes a solid few minutes of walking to arrive at the Market, various merchants and vendors leaning over their tables to look down the trenchline from where you came. They share whispers and gossip, speaking of the news of a gunfight at the No Man’s Land bar. You spot the merchant at the far end, looking expectantly through the crowd. At the sight of you he raises his arm, waving it frantically and motioning you over.“Is it done? Is that what I heard all this commotion about?”You: Respond, if so how Let Siegfried do the talking
>>2308911> Let Siegfried do the talking
>>2308911 Let Siegfried do the talkingBrandish the big luger. Such a gun would be rare and he'd recognise it.
>>2308911Oh yea.Was there only one luger? Thought there was a second one that we could pass to sieg.
>>2308911 Let Siegfried do the talking
>>2308918The second one had gone spinning off to the side, and as voted we were just going quick.
>>2308911> Let Siegfried do the talkingSiegfried will probably make a better story of it.
Sieg can do the talking. Vote closed and updating.
>>2308943Did the merchant know if their leader was a werewolf?
>>2308994You know I kind of wish I had thought of that before I voted. Might have been able to haggle for a bigger reward.
You stay silent, and it only takes a moment for Siegfried to get the hint and step forward. He lets his shotgun hang on the sling, resting his good arm over it and letting the bayonet hang at his side. “Well, we found the gang AND the one they answered too. Bastard was even a Wulfstruppen. Managed to clean them out at Liar’s Dice, making a nice killing in the process. They took exception to that. As such, my partner and I resolved to end the conflict post haste. We even helped redecorate.”Siegfried grins all the while as he explains, and you carefully watch the expression on the merchant change between shocked, to surprised, and finally relieved. “So, they’re done then? Won’t bother the market anymore?”The both of you nod, and the merchant jumps happily. Before you can respond, he runs back inside the tent and the sound of metal on metal emanates from behind the tent flap. Siegfried glances at you, a half cocked smile on his face. You open your mouth to speak, but the merchant returns before you can. In his hands is an oil stained cloth, wrapped around a tubular shape. “Here, here! Try it on. I’ll warn you it’s going to hurt, but it’s the best one I have.”The merchant unwraps the cloth, a silver hand and lower arm with a half clenched fist in his grip. Each of the fingers are masterfully crafted, looking as human as possible yet still functional. The end of it however that would attach with Siegfried ends in a rather vicious bundle of spikes. “It’s one of the newest. The damn thing interfaces with your soul, as such that’s why it hurts like all hell. However, I thought I could make a few modifications from what I saw of you if you ended up getting this done.”The merchant rolls the prosthetic over as he speaks, showing a well machined groove along the side. “Perfectly fitted for a standard issue bayonet such as the one you currently have affixed to your stump. Anything else you can think of I can do free of charge for you lad. Now however, to get that thing affixe-”Siegfried interrupts him by grabbing the prosthetic, jamming the spike into his stump. You can hear a crack as it pierces bone, a gush of blood staining the brilliant metal. Siegfried hunches over, his breathing becoming rapid. “What a damn monster. Most people are anesthetized for that.” The merchant turns, looking at you.“Anything I can help you with perhaps? A good word with another seller?”Is there anything you need or want from the man?>>2308994He did not
>>2308999we could still do that
>>2309007Show him our pistol. Ask him what it is and ask him if he has rounds for our pistol.
>>2309007Pair of decent leather gloves for Siegfried, and ammo for our exotic guns.Ask if he could appraise our pistols. If both can fire special ammunition we probably should pawn the revolver and keep the Luger.
>>2309007Ask him if he knows where we can get more ammo for our revolver. I have a hunch that wasn't the last wulfstruppen we'll run afoul of.
>>2309021The Luger is standard issue to officers, as such it won't be hard to get ammunition for.
>>2309028What about the "freak rounds"?Did why no 9mm parabellum?I rather like 9mm paraThe name Parabellum is derived from the Latin: Si vis pacem, para bellum ("If you seek peace, prepare for war"), which was the motto of DWM.
>>2309035Did why no? Huh?
So from what I see that runs through every post is to show him the revolver and ask about ammo for it. Also gloves for Sieg is a good idea. Vote closed and updating.
>>2309007More silver ammo and uh.. anything special in for stormtroopers? Gas mask for our fae or a new one for ourselves if we lost oursWe have a coat or no?
>>2309045No coat, it was voted against. People wanted to wait for an officer's great coat.
>>2309021Pawn the Revolver?
“May I show you a weapon?”The merchant raises an eyebrow, clasping his hands in front of him and leaning forward. You pull the revolver from the back of your trousers, setting it in the hands of the man. He carefully examines it, letting the cylinder fall open and pulling out a round. “Incredible. This machining is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Each piece made and fitted by hand to such precision I don’t think it could ever be replicated. Absolutely astonishing…”The man falls silent as he stares at the round, softly speaking foreign words. “I’m not sure of this guns origin, the ammunition says something about a british group I’ve never heard of. The caliber isn’t one I’ve seen either, and judging from tips these are actually silver. Though it feels...strange as well. Where did you get this?”How do you explain the revolver coming in to your possession?
>>2309037Do they still use 9mm para?
>>2309062Found it in an abandoned trench full of rotworms.
>>2309071Yeah, I explained wrong I guess. The Luger normally just fires the 9, however with the barrel system you can change it to be a single shot .44 for use against harder or supernatural targets.
>>2309062Trenches full of rotworms leave rewards for those who venture into it
>>2309063I agree, I was pointing out another Anons insanity in saying we should pawn it over a Luger. One is a possible magic handcannon, another is a good german sidearm.
Battlefield salvage from a dead trench. Vote closed and updating.
Yeah! Let’s pawn in the lords own sexcannon, great idea anons....
“I found it in one of the abandoned trenches. Fought a hell of a lot of rotworms and managed to salvage it. Carried it with me since.”The merchant nods, looking over the weapon.“I was hoping for something to narrow it down but I guess not. One of the abandoned lines you say? No telling how long it has been there then. I might be able to get you some ammo however. I can check with the other merchants if they have any round like this, and I’ll get you the silver and blessing myself. Whatever powder it uses though I’ll have to check. To do so, I’m going to need to disassemble one of your rounds. Is that okay?”Well, is it?
>>2309110We are limited, one round for a dozen, go for it
>>2309110Sure, but if that fails then introduce me to a gunsmith if you know any.
>>2309110One round, for a dozen. If it fails however...well
>>2309110I'll vote disassemble. Hopefully, finding that luger means we won't need to waste the revolver's rounds on non-monsters anymore, so we can afford to risk one here. Even if it doesn't work out, hopefully we will at least know what to look for in the future.
Disassemble time. Vote closed and updating.
“I think it’d be worth it. So by all means go ahead. If it fails however, please point me in the direction of a gunsmith.” The merchant nods, closing the cylinder and handing the revolver back to you. “I think I can do this. I’ve had enough experience with strange things. Come back soon, it shouldn’t take me very long at all, perhaps a half hour at most.” With that, the small man turns and shuffles back inside his tent while muttering about something you can’t make out.You’re surprised by the cold grip that lands on your shoulder, spinning you around quickly. Siegfried stands over you, a grin on his face.“I’ve got a working hand again, and goddamn does it feel strange.” As if to illustrate his point it in front of you, flexing it repeatedly. It moves silently, the only noise the soft slipping of smooth metal on metal. “Care to look about the market? I’ve got a good amount of money burning a hole in my pocket now.”Do you shop around?  Yes: Armorer’s tent Yes: General goods Yes: Used equipment Yes: Unmarked tent No, just wait here
>>2309141> Yes: Unmarked tentMYSTERY TENT
>>2309141>unmarked tent>armorers tent
>>2309141> Yes: Armorer’s tentOur current rifle is rusted to shit.
>>2309152I wonder if we can actually take another rifle out of the store.
>>2309152didn't we pick a brand new automatic rifle from the armoury?
We're currently tied between armorer and the spooky mystery. Which is it, vote away anons!
>>2309141> Yes: Armorer’s tent
>>2309159Now that you specify it is a spooky mystery, I would like to change my vote from unmarked tent to armorer's tent.
>>2309165It was just a joke anon. I wouldn't worry about it.
>>2309141ALWAYS GO FOR MYSTERY BOX
>>2309141 Yes: General goods Yes: Used equipment>>2309166Who is this suspicious anon who speaks without a tripcode?
>>2309168I'd really like to know why it keeps vanishing. Alas oh well, I believe the vote stands to go to the Armorer. Closed and updating everyone!
You unsling the rusted rifle you hold in your hands. It clearly had spent some time in the muddy water of no man’s land, and though it managed to get you through a firefight you would be more comfortable with a working weapon. You glance at the Armorer’s tent, and nod in its direction to Siegfried.“A new weapon? Sounds like a decent plan. This one's on me Jäger. I’ve got more than enough after that session at the gambling table.” Siegfried motions for you to go forward, and as such you lead the way to the tent.The man sitting behind the table looks as normal as can be, a semi-clean soldier’s uniform hanging off his gaunt form. He speaks without looking up from the book in his hands.“Anything I can do for you gentlemen? A lot of this stuff you can’t get directly from the armory without officer’s permission. It’s still fine to have, but good luck getting it anywhere but from me.”The table is covered in various rifles, some you recognize and others you don’t. Do you pick: The 37EG, a semi automatic toggle-lock rifle chambered in 9.8mm. It is the standard issue rifle, as such ammunition is easy to come by. You are the most familiar with this weapon. It reloads rather quick, using an en-bloc magazine. Reliable, strong, and plentiful ammunition.[bold]This will cost one fourth of Siegfried’s offered money[/bold] Angriff-KruppGewehr 9.8. AKG98 for short. A gas operated rotating bolt rifle, capable of select fire. Also chambered for the 9.8mm Imperial, ammunition is plentiful. This was your previous rifle. Difficult to control on anything but semi, and the box magazines are rare. Standard issue of Sturmtruppen, second most familiar gun to you. [bold]This will cost half of Siegfried’s offered money[/bold] Krupp Schrotflinte 6. Though designated as the KS6, the troops lovingly call it “Das Biest”. Holding six six gauge shells in a rotary magazine this is the prefered weapon of Siegfried. Used in trench clearing operations it is incredibly effective against both man and beast. Ammunition is semi-difficult to find, and the recoil is massive. You are unfamiliar with the function and workings of the weapon other than what little you have seen of Siegfried using it. Can be loaded with specialized and even custom shot.[bold]This will cost three fourths of Siegfried’s offered moneyWill allow you to build your own ammunition in time[/bold] Krupp Grusel Gewehr 14.5mm. The KGG 14.5, known by soldiers as Hexe. Used primarily for extreme distance shots to eliminate high value threats. Capable of using specialized ammunition for near any situation. You are completely unfamiliar with the weapon, as this is your first time seeing it. Bulky, painful to shoot, inoperable up close, very rare and expensive ammunition. Unrivaled power, reported to put down Wulfstruppen due to severe bodily trauma. [bold]This will cost all of Siegfried’s offered moneyUnable to use in close quarters without more training or modification[/bold]
>>2309214> Angriff-KruppGewehr 9.8. AKG98 for short. A gas operated rotating bolt rifle, capable of select fire. Also chambered for the 9.8mm Imperial, ammunition is plentiful. This was your previous rifle. Difficult to control on anything but semi, and the box magazines are rare. Standard issue of Sturmtruppen, second most familiar gun to you.Hasn't failed us yet.
Looks like the AKG98 is what we're going with. Vote closed and updating.
>>2309214 Angriff-KruppGewehr 9.8. AKG98 for short. A gas operated rotating bolt rifle, capable of select fire. Also chambered for the 9.8mm Imperial, ammunition is plentiful. This was your previous rifle. Difficult to control on anything but semi, and the box magazines are rare. Standard issue of Sturmtruppen, second most familiar gun to you.[bold]This will cost half of Siegfried’s offered money[/bold]
“I’ll take the AKG98. I miss mine already.”The man behind the table laughs, an odd monotone sound. “I can bet, what with that rusted hunk you’re holding. Toss that beside the table, I’ll take some marks off the AKG and use that thing for scrap.” You do as he says, and Siegfried produces the required notes and hands them over, muttering under his breath about how he wanted you to get the shotgun.The shop keep hands you the rifle, along with four magazines that you fit inside your already stuffed pouches. Your new total round count is twenty rounds in twelve magazines, giving you two hundred and forty rounds. You sling the weapon, feeling much more comfortable with it than the rusted and barely working 37EG you had.“Well Jäger, anything else catch your eye? Just know I was only covering the gun though.” At the end of his sentence, Siegfried pushes a wad of bills into your hands.“This however, is your cut from that game. You saved my ass again there, so take some of what I made.”You have ninety eight bills to spend or keep.Do you keep shopping? Yes: General Goods Yes: Used Equipment No: Return to the prosthetics merchant[boldDespite your looking, the strange unmarked tent from earlier is nowhere to be found.[/bold]
>>23093032, I want that coat
>>2309303> Yes: General Goods
>>2309303> Yes: General GoodsLet's see if we can make life in the trenches more tolerable for us.
General goods it is! Vote closed and updating
You head to the general goods tent, a display of various commodities and clothing sitting before it. A crooked crone sits behind it, her eyes closed. You move to open your mouth and she waves her hand up at you, her voice croaking out in a grating tone.“Take a look, prices are detailed on the item. If you happen to steal it I’ll know.”You and Siegfried exchange a look before shrugging. “I’m going to head to the used equipment Dietrich. Back in a few.”You have ninety-eight marksYou look at the items of which there are: Chocolates, an incredible rarity. Enough to share with one other person. Twenty-two marks. A tin of tea leaves with a cartoonish picture of a Fae on the front. The dubious claims on it say it calms the nerves and strengthens mind. Eleven marks. A whetstone, useful for sharpening bladed tools. Seven marks. A folded length of rope, slightly frayed but overall in working condition. Ten marks per ten feet, one hundred feet total.  A carton of smokes, and a good brand at that. Sixty-three marks. A greatcoat, trimmed along the upper section with harpy feathers to prevent it from soaking through. The expertly mottled coloring lends it well to blending in near any environment. Ninety marks.
>>2309382I would go for the coat, but sharing the chocolate with Siegfried would be the right thing to do, my vote swings with the other anons
>>2309382> A whetstone, useful for sharpening bladed tools. Seven marks.> A greatcoat, trimmed along the upper section with harpy feathers to prevent it from soaking through. The expertly mottled coloring lends it well to blending in near any environment. Ninety marks.
>>2309394>Not sharing the chocolate with TinkWhat are you gay?
>>2309398We can share our share with her
>>2309382Whats a good length of rope to have? Can we ask the crone whats the most common length purchased
>>2309411"Most people buy twenty feet, though I doubt it ever gets much use. More of a what-if scenario I guess. All the old heroes had rope."
Alright guys, we're tied between chocolate and coat+whetstone.
>>2309382> Chocolates, an incredible rarity. Enough to share with one other person. Twenty-two marks.> A whetstone, useful for sharpening bladed tools. Seven marks.> A folded length of rope, slightly frayed but overall in working condition. Ten marks per ten feet, one hundred feet total.20 feetChocolate to share with our mates, rope for emergency uses and the whetstone to sharpen our tools.
>>2309435Chocolate and whetstone.
What a swing, as I count it looks like chocolate and whetstones with the overall votes. We'll be picking up here, and really picking up pace next session everyone as I'm getting quite tired. We';; be picking up on Friday at 10:30PM EST. I'll be here for questions and discussion before I fall asleep.
Apologies for dropping so quick guys, I feel like my writing is poor when I get tired so rather than force an update out I find it better to just wait.
>>2309447Thanks for running!
>>2309442https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRxvC3nV_hoYou and your stupid rope!
Ahh, sorry everyone. I've been very busy with work.
I'll be running a session tomorrow at 6:30PM EST. Apologies again, I haven't had a chance to get on my twitter today and say it needed to be postponed.
You motion to the chocolate, whetstone, and length of rope. The woman looks at you, and you motion with two fingers. She nods, measuring out the length and tying the end. You pull out the marks given to you, counting out the paper notes and setting them on the table. She quickly reaches forward, her skeletal hands wrapping around the notes and slowly pulling them into her lap. She hands you a paper wrapped package, motioning for you to grab it. You do so, letting your arm hang by your side. Glancing around you see haggling over a shovel, making exaggerated movements and pointing back at you repeatedly. You can’t help but smile, a grin quickly cut short by the murmurs that sweep the crowd from the far end. You look, the familiar sight of great coated officers stepping in lockstep, flanked on either side by military security. Siegfried seems to have noticed as well, stepping across the open center lane to stand next to you.“I think fun time is over Dietrich, and I didn’t even get my damn shovel.” Siegfried stretches to his full height, looking at the soldiers approaching. “Looks like Hauptmann is with them, and I don’t quite think he is happy. How we doing this Jäger?”The officers continue stepping forward, stopping only to ask each shopkeep questions. You can’t make it out from here, but by the gestures around it seems they’re searching. What is your course of action?
>>2319930>Head out to meet with the other stormtroopers, Trying to cut around said officers. We totally we're never here.
>>2319930Well, it seems they've found us at last.
>>2319930Well let's go meet them.
>>2319962>>2319971Guys, There is no proof that we are the ones being hunted for...yet
>>2319977Doesn't really matter. It'll happen eventually.
No real consensus on actions, so I'll wait a bit.
>>2319930>What is your course of action?Hide in the merchant tent that gave us the mechanical arm, say we would like to hang out in the back till the heat dies down.
>>2319930Meet the officers
Seems we're meeting them. Vote closed and updating.
“I think it’d be best if we just went to them. No need to drag this out and look like we’ve done something wrong.”Siegfried looks at you, his face a mix of emotions.“Are you sure Jäger? I’d rather not like to end up on a firing line.” You don’t think there are many other choices. Hiding would make you look guilty, though you still think you hadn’t done anything wrong. Pretending not to notice would just hurt your case more. You believed the best course of action would be to go to the officers. You held the paper bag close before double checking that your weapons were well secured so as not to arouse suspicion. You lead, taking the first few steps into the center lane as Siegfried followed. The officers and soldiers with them noticed immediately, turning to look at you with weapons held at the low ready. The group strode forward, making to meet you as quickly as they could. Hauptmann pushed his way to the front, looking quite displeased. With each step forward your heart sunk a bit, even though you believed to be in the right. Siegfried and yourself stopped a few paces away from the group, the soldiers across from you raising their weapons.Hauptmann opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by another officer who pushed him to the side. The man in front was clean shaven, with a sharp jaw. Whereas Hauptmann gave the feeling of a grizzled officer who knew what it was like as a soldier, the man in front of you had an air of superiority. He looked down the bridge of his nose at the two of you, silent for a moment.“Nine dead, one of which was a Wulfstruppen. Fleeing from the scene, though it seems you realized you wouldn’t get very far. Standard punishment is firing line and then meat bins. Anything to say?”Siegfried looks at you, clearly uncomfortable. What do you say?
>>2320081>Self defense and they were causing trouble in the first place... besides the fact they skipped out on a few deployments.I'm gonna be so disspointed if we end up in a fucking penal legion cause of this. I enjoyed our stormtroopers.
>>2320081"They were deserters, sir, who decided to oppress the people around here rather than serving our great nation."
>>2320081Self Defense. They drew first.
>>2320081The men were deserters who abandonded their duty fro mapenal batallion. They made their living shaking down the merchants here and gamed what they extorted away. The wolf man was their leader, you can ask anyone of the shopkeepers or merchants this and they will tell you.Say this very loud and hopefully the good people shopkeepers will back us up.
>>2320102*from a penal battalion.*Ask why these men who spread crime and extortion rackets, and neglection of their duty, not get any punishment but only the people who are against this do?
Alright going to combine it all. Vote closed and updating
Update is going to take a little longer everyone, I need to do something for just a moment. About five to ten longer than usual.
You take a step forward, measuring up to the officer in front of you. “The men we killed, died due to self defense. Upon losing a rigged game of Liar’s Dice they decided to attack my compatriots. The fact that they were criminals who extorted this section of the market. For their own gain only adds to the fact that they were useless as soldiers and citizens of the Empire. The men had dodged their previous deployment, and during such a trying time as this that itself is paramount to treason. As for the Wulfstruppen, he was the leader of that group.”The words tumble from your mouth rapidly, and all to quickly you find yourself angry at the situation. You had done the correct thing, and were liable to be shot for it. The shopkeepers around you look at you from their stalls, nodding their heads. “They did right!”“Bastards were bleeding us dry!”The young officer looks around, a look of contempt on his features. “You also killed them, instead of gathering the military police. Simply doing what you believe to be the “moral” thing doesn’t make it the right thing. However due to the fact your story has been corroborated by those who fled, and by the shopkeepers you can retain your life. Still, punishment is in order. Your officer will determine that himself, but it will be required.” The man looks back at Hauptmann, a cruel grin on his face. “If it isn’t suitable then I will make it so.” Hauptmann glares at the man as he passes. His expression softens just a bit as he looks back to you.“Well spoken Dietrich. For what it counts I’m on your side, however I still do need some form of punishment. What it’ll be as of yet I’m not sure, but it is going to happen. For now, get back to the officer section so we can write up a report.”Is there anything left for you to do here? Yes if so what No
>>2320188Did we go to the armor shop yet? If so>No lets go back
>>2320188> NoWhere's Dok?
>>2320199Back at the medical section.
>>2320194We had not
Seems the answer is no, and as such we're heading out. The mystery of our bullets will never be discovered! Vote closed and updating.
>>2320194Yeah lets finish here and go ditch digging and building fortifications, and clearing trenches of ghouls and rotworms, etc. that would sound unpleasant to any "in the rear with the gear" type of clean shaven "Kettenhunde".
>>2320251this is partly you fault for voting no.had to google chain dogs
>>2320261Serves me right.
>>2320243GOD DAMN IT, SERIOUSLY?
>>2320270>>2320271We are getting disciplined for the incident at the bar, the qm gave us a chance to look around and finish up before heading off to get punished, you guys wanted to get punished right away.If only we were lined up against the wall and shot instead, we wouldn't have to live through this.
>>2320280I mean people were against the greatcoat so I didn't really see a point to visit an armor shop. Did you remember?
You look back at the market, feeling as though you’re forgetting something. You push the thought out of your mind however, and focus on the now. Hauptmann motions a hand, leading the way. You find yourself walking back in the trenches, passing by more soldiers. It seemed a unit had just been rotated back, the men looking particularly dirtied and empty. Many of them nurse wounds of varying severities. You realize that this was in fact the line for clinic, having stretched back all the way to the market. The mud beneath your feet is an off red, the drops of blood mixing in with the brown mud. It squirmed underfoot, countless tiny rot worms feeding on the fluid that pooled in each foot print. You can barely make out the entrance to No Man’s Land bar as you pass it, the line of men blocking the entrance that is currently chained shut. Hauptmann looks back at you, a half grin on his face.“I’m honestly impressed. That was some damn fine work in there. Brutal too, I get why the guys have taken to calling you Der Schaufelmesiter. Split the cranium and snapped his spine? Impressive.”You can’t help but smile back. You feel safe knowing Hauptmann will be taking care of the punishment. Relatively that is. With another unit rotated back you wonder which will be taking their place. You continue to be lost in your thoughts as you pass the medical building, the line terminating on your left and being replaced by the wooden breastworks you would normally see. Hauptmann paused at one of the barrack entrances, casting a glance inside. You peeked over his shoulder, the familiar faces of your unit gathered around something. Hauptmann smiled, speaking in a friendly tone.“We’ll be back with your deployment orders soon gentleman, so stay on your toes. Try to keep anyone not of our own out of here as well. Wouldn’t want our secret to spread.”The men nod in response, a few of them giving affirmations in an excited tone. You can’t help but wonder what they’re doing in there, as the whole unit seems to be gathered around Dok. Do you stop to take a look?
>>2320286I thought we agreed to wait for a officer great coat when we get promoted?
>>2320295>Do you stop to take a look?YesIts pixel playing with a rifle bullet to help her relax as proscribed by Doc.
>>2320280I voted to go to the armor shop.>>2320295>Take a look.>Go get more fucking ammo for magic gun I'VE BEEN JEWED, REEE
>>2320304We could ask one of the guys to help us with our little bullet problem, maybe doc or Hauptmann?You know since ww1 hasn't ended the Balfour declaration probably never happened either.
>>2320303Is it wrong that whenever I hear the word Tink, I think of Nixie peeing on a metal helmet, but since shes so small it comes out as droplets and every time it hit the helmet it goes tink tink tink tink tink?
>>2320346I... yes Anon that's wrong and bad.
Looks like we're stopping for a look. Vote closed and updating. >>2320346I actually have no words
>>2320346You...need to leave and never come back.
>>2320346I believe this could be considered a war crime
>>2320363Could be =/= Should be.Currently isn't.
You try to push your way in through the door, and Hauptmann finally lets you pass with a grin. The men glance up at you as you approach, smiles on their face as well.“Dietrich! Here to see your friend?”“I would hope so, she can’t stop talking about you.”“Jäger?! Is that Jäger?!”You recognize the voice, the melodic sound of the little creature that had been by your side for the last week. You’re both relieved and confused. Why would Nixie be out an around the other soldiers? Dok had promised to keep her safe. You look at the man in question, who sits at the far side of the table in the middle of the room. Dok shares the same smile the rest of the soldiers do, a calm relaxed grin that speaks of how comfortable he and the others are. You finally push into the center next to the table, looking down at the person who commands the attention of everyone in the room. “It is you Jäger it is!” Nixie leaps forward, her small wings fluttering rapidly as she throws herself onto your chest. Gone are the leaves and petals that had made up her previous outfit. In their place, a miniature version of the Sturmtruppen uniform, sown with evident care. Her hair is pulled up in a bun, reminiscent of Ms. Katchen from your days in the school. It is quite difficult to process as to how this had came about, though Dok seems all too ready to explain.“I told you things were different with enlisted men Dietrich. The Fae are adored by any who heard the old legends of the forests. Out here they are seen as signs of luck, and victory. In fact Ms. Nixie was the one who had pointed it out, asking to be just that for us. I believe she said that the men could use something to believe in.”You look down at Nixie, who had returned to the table. The soft smile on her face hid emotions you didn’t quite have words for, but the most obvious of which was trust. “Incredible how fast they heal. If only we could do the same.” The men pat your shoulders, offering words of thanks for bringing the Fairy into their midst. How do you respond to the situation?
>>2320406Give her a salute and welcome her to the unit
>>2320406Missed you little buddy.
>>2320406"Good to see you up and about" I have something for you before I head off.Give her a quarter of our chocolate bar.
>>2320406Ask if the men are going to make her a little saber and brass knuckled bayonet?
AHA! I've figured out a way to outjew you! We should take Tink shopping into the same area we just came from while totally remembering our ammo! Like get someone to tailor a tiny uniform for her or something.
>>2320440But she already has a tiny uniform! Heinkel sowed it up for her.
>>2320406>Give her a head pat, And say it looks good on her. She might be able to keep up now...might and SMILEI'd hug her but she is tiny as fuck and adorable
Vote closed and updating. Just keep getting attached I promise I'd never do anything
“Good to see you feeling better Nixie. I missed you. I guess this is your official welcome to the unit.” She smiles up at you, performing a salute as best she can. You’re struck by how much she means to you, your earlier conversation with the dying soldier flitting through your memories. She stares up at you, the smile leaving her face to be replaced with a soft look as she kicks her feet back and forth on the ground. One of the soldiers leans forward, grinning. “I think the maiden might be spoken for gentlemen.” The other soldiers burst out laughing, slapping you on the back as they try to embarrass the two of you. Nixie stamps her feet putting her hands on her hips. “Hey! Leave me be! Make fun of him not me!”The men continue to laugh, enjoying the moment of peace that being out of combat has afforded them. Hauptmann clasps a hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from the table. “I’d like to let you keep hitting on our mascot, but we really do need to be going. She won’t be going anywhere Jäger. I very much doubt the men would let anything happen to her. Now come on, off to the officer’s section.”You smile at Nixie one last time, waving as the men pull out cards around the table and start to hand them out amongst one another. Siegfried and yourself leave the bunkroom, stepping back into the trench with Hauptmann and resuming your walk. “Just out of curiosity, any ideas for your punishment? Don’t go easy now I need valid ones.”Any ideas?
>>2320250see this post above.>>2320490
>>2320490>Let me go clean up the bodies or peel food for abit? I'm totally not trying to find a way back to the fucking markets to get our GUN SHIT BACK
>>2320530you want to peel skin off of corpses?
Going with >>2320513 as that was voted the most. Vote closed and updating.
“Anything that would sound bad to a Kettenhunde. Clearing rot worms perhaps?”Hauptmann laughs at your suggestion.“Much as I think that’d be applicable, I have the feeling it’ll be much worse. Abelard is known for such things. Whatever it comes to I want you to know I’m on your side.” You couldn’t quite ask for a better officer, you weren’t even sure they existed. Siegfried mirrored your sentiments though he spoke his rather than thinking it. “You’re a good man Edward. Damn glad you found us.” “Had we not I feel things could have gone much worse for us in various circumstances. You two earned your keep as far as I’m concerned.”Ahead of you, the wooden door to the officer’s section sits, guarded by two of the military security units. Hauptmann raises his hand from within his greatcoat, nodding slightly to the two. The men reach over, opening the doors and standing to let you through. You’re struck by how clean their uniforms are, as if they hadn’t seen combat in months. They glare at you, though the visage waivers slightly as Siegfried glares back. You cross the threshold into the Officer’s section, the wooden bulworks overhead removing any natural light and leaving you in the dim glow of lanterns. Hauptmann leads you through multiple forks and passages, finally moving into a large room. The oaken table is covered in maps of the front, some of them stretching over near half the great length. The yellowed parchment is covered in circles and x’s, clearly having been used and reused over the years. The officer known as Abelard stands in the center on the right side, two other men flanking him. They look at the map studiously, making motions and pointing to different sectors of the map. Abelard looks up at your approach. “Edward, welcome back. Strike my earlier comment for a fitting punishment, I think I know something that would be applicable.”You watch Hauptmann’s shoulders droop as he takes his position on the other side of the table. “Can you offer me an explanation then Abelard?”“Indeed I can, we’ve had to rotate one of our units back to these rear lines due to casualties. As if by the grace of god then your unit arrives, a unit in fact specialized in line breaking and sowing chaos. The French have been giving us hell, we’ve lost nearly twenty meters of ground. I need you to break their momentum. The two gentlemen here will be the first over the wall.”How do you react?
>>2320590>WorriedIts supposed to be 'punishment'
>>2320590I guess that's one way to get volunteers for the charge.
>>2320590Keep cool, orders are orders
And with that guys, I think I'm going to be finished for tonight. We'll pick up here next time. Thank you for participating again and apologies for having to cancel yesterday. Next session will be Monday at 6:30PM EST! As always I'm around for discussion and such. Two questions for everyone: How do you feel about interludes such as the one told from the American soldiers view? Have a favorite character?
>>23206201. I dig'em.2. Yes but I won't name them. So you can't kill them first.
>>23206201) They're cool2) Sieg, but I'm hoping we get to know some of the rest of the unit later
>>2320656Shhhhh, don't let him know that.
>>2320629>>2320652>>2320656Good to know, and thank you for the feedback.>>2320659I totally won't do anything with such info
>>2320659Oh right, uhhhh. Nixie is really great!
>>2320678OMG! Noo shes not! *Stomps foot*Its Heinkel! Or that guy who we went into the tunnels with and had a broodmother dirt initiation mating ritual.
>>2320620> How do you feel about interludes such as the one told from the American soldiers view?As long as we don't get usable information out of them it's fine.> Have a favorite character?1. Nixie2. Dietrich3. Siegfried4. Hauptmann5. Rotworm broodmother8. That bint back home that we fucked once
>>2321055I think he wants our guy to act worried and commented that its suppose to be punishment, not a potential death sentence.I think I read it the same way at first as you did.
>>2320590>Not WorriedIt's supposed to be 'punishment'we do that every other day
>>2320620>>23206201: Lovin it, would be cool to introduce new side characters this way2: Not telling :)
Quest begins tonight at 6:30PM EST. I'll be starting a new thread for it so keep your eyes out, and I'll link it here as well.
A slight delay everyone, we'll be starting a half an hour late at 7:00PM EST.
>>2325958 New thread here!