It lives!

>>2351106
You havent updated the old one with this one

But yes we awken

>>2351106
Arch Magnus "Magnus the Mighty, Gate-Breaker and Friend of Giants"

150/150Hp

Death Touched. Your brief jaunt through the land of the dead gifted you with superhuman durability. +10 armor

Spirit blade. Fallen warriors of ages past whisper in your ears, Guiding your strikes. +10 to attack rolls and damage

Huge- Magnus is a big guy. Even for you. +50 to Hp and +10 to feats of strength. Allows dual wielding of great weapons and allows the use of Ultra Weapons.

Combat Skills-
Iron Fist Counter. When dual wielding and defending, your highest success roll will result in a counter. Roll 1 damage dice.

>Ruinous slash-Great weapon skill. A single, powerful attack that removes 1/4 of your enemies armor and does +1dd damage.

>Gear
Magnus's Hammer. (Great Weapon) A heavy, brutal weapon with a serrated, angled head, a vicious spike on the reverse and a butt cap of solid steel.

Battle Spear (Great Weapon)- the bastard love child of a sword and a spear. Improved with the Dark Moon blade of Reinhart Sonum, this weapon carves through flesh and leaves ice in the veins of your foes. 3d100 damage when used as your primary weapon.

3 Heavy throwing axes. Perfect for burying in a mans skull from twenty yards.

Fighting Dagger. Great for surprise blows under a jaw.

Mail-Reinforced Leather armor- boiled leathers reinforced with mail offer substantial protection
+30 armor

>Warrior Helm-This angular, brutal looking helm offers decent protection while keeping your vision clear. +5 armor

>Spiked Pauldron-Your left shoulder and bicep are coated in overlapping steel plate with a vicious spike jutting from the center. +10 armor

>IronCapped Boots-Thick, reinforced, mildly spiked boots that guard your shins, toes and calves. +5 armor

Heavy gauntlets. Thick articulated gauntlets that extend to your elbows, allowing you to block enemy blows easily even without a shield. +5 armor.

Blessed Great shield- a massive slab of silver engraved steel adorned with decorations of the Moon goddess and her seven hundred saints. You really need to redecorate it. +15 armor when equipped.

Trophies-
Eolhim's Legion Longsword and Dagger. (1handed)
Harald's Saber (1handed)

Current loot hoard-
6L in various goods, furs, Trinkets, coins and other valuables.

Property-
Aella of Rhya's hill. Can be gifted to others.
Mylea-Claimed after raid of Rhya's Hill.
Ysolde-Claimed after Raid of Rhya's Hill.
Keera-Claimed during the sack of MoonBend

>>2351167
Shit forgot to update Hp and add giant rune.

>200/200Hp

>Runes-
Rune of the giant-+50hp, +10 to strength checks and an additional swing with great and ultra weapons.

>>2351173
>200/200Hp

Jesus Christ Magnus is a beast.

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>>2351178
I'm so hard right now.

>>2351167
Didn't we give Aella to Shalla, or did I get confused last thread?

>>2351197
No we gave the son and daughter away the mother we still haven't gifted her yet.

A once great God of Battle lies broken, his armor and proud flesh rent and ruined. A blade, forged in ancient ages past lays shattered, sundered into uncountable fragments. A man plants his foot upon the titans chest and roars triumph, armies scattering to the winds as great beasts of war descend upon them, howling warriors charging, shrieking like demons.

And nations burned.

The vision fades

A great city, carved into the face of a lonely mountain. Its lofty walls of white stone blackened by soot and stained by blood. Towers and siege beasts beset the defenders but they repel the assault, arrows falling like rain. The great warrior, slayer of kings, ender of nations, watches his sons fall. The ruinous blade is unsheathed and the warlord takes to the battlefield.

And the mountain itself bleeds.

The vision fades.

Armor as black as the deepest night sky. Eyes that burn like the coals of hell. The warrior towers over the lesser men he strides through, dealing death contemptously to the bronze armored warriors. He levels his gaze upon a man who could dare to challenge his might, an honor guard of nine hundred and ninety nine. This pretender, this *fool* who would call himself a god. The ancient warlord levels his blade and howls his fury. The fury that broke the wings of the storm drake. The fury that shattered the will of the giants. The fury that scorched the lands bare and left nations dead behind him.

Vall roared.

And the gods trembled.


You awake, sweat rolling from your body as Mylea and Ysolde watch you carefully, Keera crouching against the far wall. Mylea dabs at your forehead with a cool cloth and pats your hair, concern etched on her face. Ysolde places her hand on your chest, feeling your pounding heartbeat, her face tight with worry.
"Are you okay?"
She asks
"You were tossing and turning, talking in your sleep and we couldn't wake you"
Ysolde says, rubbing her hand across your chest gently

Mylea sniffles, the pleasant girl unused to worry
"I was about to go get Duergir or Shalla! We thought you had a fever!"

Keera swallows, looking at you carefully
"Are... Are you alright Magnus? You threw me off of you like I was trying to kill you.."

>"just a nightmare. Don't worry"

>Ill be fine. Just a dream

>Im...im not sure what that was

>Other

>>2351197
That was the daughter. You still havw the wife.

>>2351223
>>Ill be fine. Just a dream

>>2351223
>Ill be fine. Just a dream
>Other: Are you fine Keera? I didn't intended to hurt you.

>>2351223
>Ill be fine. Just a dream

>>2351217
>>2351226
Ahhhh, gotcha.

>>2351223
>I'm not sure what that was.

>>2351223
>I'll be fine

God, the more I read about this Vall guy the more he sounds like a huge homo. I hope we get to kill him at some point.

>>2351242
He's already dead and the spirit who gave us his mark.

>>2351223
>Other

Look contemplatively and say "I have been having dreams of great import, the greatest of the ancestor gods has chosen me to do his will. What plans he has in store I do not know, but I believe that he has been sending me glimpses of his fell deeds and great conquests. The storm drake, the giant king, and now a slain war god i have seen rent and crushed beneath the heel of Vall. It seems he wishes to reveal his greatest victories to me." Shake your head and get up. "Nothing to be concerned about at least for now, but I'm destined for greatness you know? Crushing and driving all before me and all that." Then Chortle Mightily.

>>2351223
this >>2351249
but like clean it up

>>2351242
What the fuck are you talking about Anon? Vall is basically a mix between grimnir and khorne and he wants us to follow in his footsteps. He already gave us a rune that boosted our stats and we'll get even more in the future with his help.

Also that ruinous sword from the last vision got mentioned again and while vall killed himself I'd wager that his weapon did not go to the afterlife with him. A weapon capable of killing war gods in the flesh is nothing to scoff at and I say we try to find the tomb or cairn of vall.

>>2351254
Okay how about this

Magnus looks thoughful before saying "Vall has been sending me dreams last couple a days. All kinds of visions of battle and whatnot. don't know what it means but Duergir said he chose me to follow his path in life." Smile and chortle mightily. "Didn't you know by now I got a great destiny in front of me?" then get up and start our day.

>>2351262
Definitely a gay. We should kill his spirit and take all the marks by force.

You sit up, Ysolde and Mylea moving aside as you swing your legs off of the bed and hold your head in your hands, the visions of sheer, raw, MIGHT, swirling back for a moment. You shake your head and extend your hand to Keera, the already darkening bruises on her upper arm shaming you.
"Im sorry Keera. I didnt mean to hurt you... That was... A BAD dream"

Keera tentatively accepts your offered hand, letting herself be pulled onto your lap. Mylea gently traces a finger down the gruesome scar crossing your forehead, cheek and chest.
"Was it about.. *this*?"
She asks nervously

You chuckle, shaking your head at the three girls handling of the subject.
"No my dear. It was worse. Do you see this?"
You place a finger on the black rune on your upper chest
"This is a rune of power. A gift directly from Vall, the greatest of our ancestors.."

Ysolde blinks, looking at you carefully
"Vall? Vall the Destroyer? But hes been dead for... Well for thousands of years!"

You grin as Mylea and Keera both nod affirmative, obviously having been told different stories than you.
"Yes my dear, Vall the Conqueror, The 'Destroyer', the Butcher of Kings and Slayer of Gods. He gifted me this rune and a tiny portion of his strength"

The response from all three girls is immediate and simultaneous
"But why?"

You shrug massiveky and stand, pulling on your clothes to disappointed looks from your women
"Fuck if I know. Maybe he sees something in me. Maybe he has a plan for me. Maybe hes bored. All i know is, he spoke to me, touched this time and now ive been having some *REALLY* wired dreams"

You leave the conversation at that, bidding your women good day as you step outside, pulling your shirt over your head. The sun is peeking over the mountains and the day is just beginning.

>Go see your friends (who)

>Go see Duergir

>Go see Throth

>Go see Barbas

>Go for a hunt

>other

>>2351306
>Go for a hunt

Since warlord showed us that list I want to see if we can capture a big beastie or gather some ritual materials.

>>2351306
>>Go for a hunt

>>2351306
I'll dig this >>2351317

>>2351306
>>Go for a hunt
let's do stupid stuff.

>>2351306
Tell keera sorry then hunt

You decide that its been far too long since you went for a hunt. The mountains and valleys around the crag are home to numerous creatures, many of them very good eating. While there are dangerous beasts you are more than capable of taking them on.

>Who take (up to 3)

>Arvel
>Wren
>Urhost
>Falhim
>Torbos
>Pek

>>2351411
>Arvel
>Wren
>Falhim

>>2351417
supporting

>>2351417

>>2351411
Do any of our companions have any specialties when hunting?

I would expect Wren and Pek are good trackers and obviously archers, but what do Falhim, Torbos, Urhost, and Arvel bring to the hunting table beyond their considerable martial skills?

>>2351424
Urhost and Arvel are strong as hell and good hunters while not the best archers. Falhim and Torbos are just your buddies and would probably wanna go.

>>2351411
>Arvel
>Wren
>Falhim

Seems like a good mix hunter/archer/buddy

>>2351411
>Wren
>Arvel
>Falhim
I have been following since day 1 and hoenstly forgot who some of these characters are.... would you consider a pastebin maybe, qm?

>>2351473
I can outline the characters we met for you anon hopefuly QM will patebin the characters so we can keep track of them.

Falhim and Torbos: Raiders that accompanied us during the first thread when we ambushed the moon knights high in the mountains. They are our long time friends since we joined the crag wolves.

Then we met

Shalla: a crag wolf herbalist and healer that we seem to have a pleasent friendship with. She is single.

Duergir: The crag wolves shaman who is a mentor of sorts and is our guy for runes and rituals as well as advice about spirits.

Barbas: The crag wolf warmaster who trains the young men and boys to be warriors, he also shares a mentor like relationship with us by giving us special moves and combat techniques.

Wren and Urhost: Two veteran raider and fellow crag wolf clansmen who went raiding with us as our left and right hands. Urhost is a big warrior and Wren is a archer/scout.

Throth: Our chieften and the undisputed leader of the Crag wolves, we report to him on important news. He seems to approve of us and holds us in high regard.

Hemmik: The son of Barbas and the best smith in the crag he handles weapon and armor upgrades. He is partially crippled due to an injury in childhood by his father and due to this they are not on speaking terms.

(Cont.)

>>2351411
>Falhim
>Torbos
Wren

Fishing i mean hunting trip
With the bros

>>2351473
thanks! I'll change my vote to >>2351473
to
>Wren
>Falhim
>Torbos

>>2351473
Ive got a Google doc I can drop for you guys once I updoot it.

>Arvel
>Wren
>Falhim
Wins!

Writing.

Mylea Ysolde and Keera: Our thralls and concubines who we took when we raided the villages earlier. Mylea and Ysolde are from Rhya's hill and are the daughter of a farmer and tavern owner respectively. They are both warming up to you. Keera is a pretty thief from moonbend we took out of three candidate women, she is shy but is also warming up nicely.

Bur Lun: A huge ass giant we befriended when we raided the villages. Seems like a chill guy and will be a strong ally in the future.

Elohim's family: I cant remember their names but we took the family of an old legion veteran from Rhya's hill. We gave the son to barbas to be a warrior. The boy is strangely okay with everything that has happened. The daughter we gifted to Shalla so she can learn to be a healer. The mother we have not yet gifted or sold.

Arvel 'Giantson': A huge warrior we knocked out in an impressive critical hit in a brawl after we sacked moonbend. We shook his hand and became buddies and caroused with him and Urhost all night. Seems like a swell guy.

Vall: The biggest baddest motherfucker in history, He was is an ancestor spirit of unbelievable power and is more or less on the top of the afterlife totem pole. He has taken in interest in us and is sending visions of his great deeds and has also given us a shred of his power.

The squire: can't remember his name but he is the son of a moonlord who was squired to a darkmoon paladin we rekt and has been given to barbas for training. He is acclimating well and being assimilated. Won't be long before he becomes another crag wolf and raids and kills moon lords for fun.

Amazon lady and Moon acolyte lady: Two possible thralls we could have taken in Moonbend. We don't know what happened to them, but they may come up later.

Deciding that hunting alone is a bad idea even for men such as you, you decide to seek out some backup. Arvel is found in the Pits, thrashing a pair of young warriors in an early morning sparring contest. You wait until he finishes spinning one of the young men over head before approaching. Your offer of a hunt brings a smile to his sweaty face and after retrieving his shirt and rifling through his opponents pockets he joins you.

Wren is teaching a group of young boys and girls archery. The quiet scout master keeps his scars with a cloth mask over the lower half of his face. The children dont seem to mind and work hard to earn the eagle eyed mans approval. After the lesson he approaches, giving you a pleasant nod. His eyebrows crinkle from a unmistakable smile as he accepts your offer of a hunt, jogging off to grab his hunting bow.

Falhim, you like awake with a finger, looming over the hungover raider like a gargoyle. He wakes with a start and After some brief curses he agrees to join you, staggering off for a spear and his pack.

Arvel leans against a a rock and gestures at your lack of equipment
"You gonna go strangle the beasties?"

You laugh to yourself and turn to one of the storage caves where weapons and spare armor are stored.

>Grab 2. You don't get your regular weapons for hunting trips because who hunts with a Warhammer? Not you that's who. If you specifically go after monsters (trolls, Wyrms, ogres, etc) THEN you get your weapons. You have your dagger and your throwing axes.

>Hunting spear. Long reach and easy to handle. Can be thrown if you're strong. Which you are.

>Boar Spear-Heavy, thick shafted with a blade the size of a dagger and a wide crossguard.

>Net and line- a seriously strong rawhide net and braided cord can subdue large creatures.

>Javelins. Short, light throwing spears. Don't put your eye out kid.

>Hunting bow. What it sounds like. Go play giant Legolas. Comes with a quiver of 12 arrows.

>other (write in)

>>2351548
>Hunting spear. Long reach and easy to handle. Can be thrown if you're strong. Which you are.

>Hunting bow. What it sounds like. Go play giant Legolas. Comes with a quiver of 12 arrows.

>>2351548
>Boar spear

>>2351548
>Net and line- a seriously strong rawhide net and braided cord can subdue large creatures.
>Hunting spear. Long reach and easy to handle. Can be thrown if you're strong. Which you are.
we're trying to tame some fuckers, not kill them

>>2351574
That depends if we are going to specifically catch something. If I remember correctly the ritual of the mountain king needs a granitehide boar as an source of ingrediants

>>2351583
that's why i split the difference; kill with the spear if we want, subdue with the net otherwise

>>2351548
>Boar Spear-Heavy, thick shafted with a blade the size of a dagger and a wide crossguard

>>2351548
Other Yes

>>2351548
>Boar Spear-Heavy, thick shafted with a blade the size of a dagger and a wide crossguard

>>2351548
>Boar spear
>Javelins

I'm a huge spearfag, I know

Boar spear is locked in. What's your second choice?

>Boar Spear and Bow

>Boar spear and Net

>>2351583
Just a tusk.

>>2351548
B-but i want to go hunting with a Warhammer!
>Hunting spear
>Warhammer (pls)

>>2351621
>Boar spear and Net

>>2351621
>Boar spear and Net

Yeah a capture would be nice my guess is that we can hunt more than one beastie and wren will probably be packing a bow anyways.

>>2351621
>Net

>Boar Spear and net

You quickly snag a sturdy boar spear, it's wicked double edged blade and thick crossguard will come in handy. On a whim, you grab a large rawhide net and line, just in case you want to bring something back alive.

You grab a large pack, stuffing it with some dried meat and fruit, a bedroll and some flint, a large waterskin and shoulder it, hooking the net to your belt and using the spear as a walking stick.

Your hunting party awaits you, Wren leaning on a long, slim bow that looks backed with some kind of horn. Falhim has his spear over his shoulder and a pack on his back stuffed with essentials while Arvel simply has a thick quiver of javelins and a hatchet through his belt. Falhim looks at your net with a raised eyebrow and laughs
"Planning on going fishing Magnus?"

You chuckle, punching him in the shoulder with slightly more force than necessary and plant your spear in the ground.
"In case I see a beast I want to break harder than I do to you in the Pits"

Arvel and Wren both laugh as the scout master unfurls a map etched onto a roll of hide. Various beasts and their territories are scrawled on it in dark ink. Wren looks to you, his brows raised curiously
"So Magnus. What are we hunting?"

>Something useful (mounts, beast of war, utility beasts, etc)

>Something dangerous (Predatory mounts, War beasts, attack dogs)

>Something Big (Mammoth, Stone Breakers, Giant Bears, etc)

>Something tasty (just a regular animal.)

>>2351679
>>Something dangerous (Predatory mounts, War beasts, attack dogs)

>>2351679
>>Something dangerous (Predatory mounts, War beasts, attack dogs)

>>2351679
>>Something dangerous (Predatory mounts, War beasts, attack dogs)

>>2351679
>Something big

>>2351679
>>Something useful (mounts, beast of war, utility beasts, etc)

>>2351679
>Something dangerous (Predatory mounts, War beasts, attack dogs)

You grin viciously, looking over the predators and dangerous beasts listed on the map Wren had carefully constructed over years of ranging.
"Something with a bit of fight"

Arvel laughs, clapping you on the shoulder
"Fuckin'ell Magnus. Going after somethin' wit' some teeth eh? I like your style"

Wren and Falhim both shrug, the latter parking slightly and leaning over the map
"What did you have in mind Magnus?"

>Dire Wolves

>Varg Beasts

>Lesser Wyrms

>Great Eagles

>Griffins

>Trolls

>Other

>>2351748
>Griffins

Holy shit! Deathclaw! Deathclaw! Deathclaw!

We will descend from the heavens atop our mighty steed and skull fuck all who dare opppose us!

>>2351748
>>Griffins

>>2351748
>Griffins
Just seeing us is enough to make a man shit his pants, so imagine us on a fuckmothering griffin!

>>2351767
I know right and if the those moon fucks think they can hide behind any walls we'll just fly overthem and drop off the top of their castle. If we can capture enough griffins and take them by surprise we can basically have a griffin dragoon unit. We and some elite wariors drop off at a key area (where the lord of the castle is) and quickly duel and decapitate the defenders leadership then do hit and runs whereever we want on out terms. Really really useful.

>Griffins is the overwhelming pick. Deathclaw mode go.

You smile grimly, laying your finger square on a single, especially tall mountain.
"We're going to The Roost and catching some of those Griffins"
You declare, turning to point across the range to the mountain, miles away.

Wren blinks in shock. Falhim swallows audibly. Arvel is silent for a moment before bursting out into laughter.
"By Valls COCK I thought you was mad before?! Im in!"
He shakes your shoulder, grinning like a loon.

Wren and Falhim shake their heads in resignation, giving each other a look before nodding
"Alright. Lets go"
"I guess im in too"

Your quarry decided, you set off along the mountain path after wishing women and families goodbye. Arvel runs off to speak with Hemmik and his friends for a moment, a secretive grin on his face as he returns.

>Take the route through the mountains (the long way 3-4 days)

>Cut through the Valley. There may be more patrols to contend with but you'll get there faster (2-3 days)

>>2351813
>>Take the route through the mountains (the long way 3-4 days)

>>2351813
>Cut through the valley

Shorter trip and a chance to eliminate our enemies? Win-win

>>2351813
>Cut through the Valley. There may be more patrols to contend with but you'll get there faster (2-3 days)

Might as well take our new found strength out for test drive and fuck up some moon turds.

>>2351813
>>Cut through the Valley. There may be more patrols to contend with but you'll get there faster (2-3 days)
By they way just as a thought we should try not to waifu the bed warmers. I mean at most their like pets like a loyal dog, but not a wife.

>>2351832
Concubines for warlords or kings in the past were members of the household who were afforded various rights and protections due to their status as a lover and more importantly as the mothers of children sired by the warlord/king. They were more than pets and more along the lines of family members, but the relationship is inherently based on mutual benefit and respect more so than love. Hell even marriage is based on love but a combination of pragamtism and attraction and respect.

>Cut through the Valley 2-3 days.

>can I get 1d100. Best of 3 to determine if your first day goes well?

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2351873

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2351873

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2351873

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2351873

>>2351900
Lol good thing that theirs already three right QM

wow three nearly identical rolls. Also dodged a bullet there with the nat 1.

>>2351900
That was close.

>>2351910
what would have happened on a nat 1?

>67. Happy trails.

You make good time down the mountain trail, the air gradually growing slightly warmer as you descend. Arvel plods along behind you while Wren and Falhim pick out oaths, Wren being happy to pass down his knowledge to the eager young warrior.

The green of the valley floor grows ever closer the longer you walk, the ground growing less stony and richer the farther you descend. With a uncomfortable *pop* your ears adjust to the change in pressure and you work your jaw, taking a swig from your waterskin.

>Talk to Arvel as you walk (what say)

>Talk to Wren as you walk (what say)

>Talk to Falhim as you walk (what say)

>Walk in silence (Timeskip to camp)

>>2351914
Bad bad bad things. I was torn between an ogre napping on the path and a full patrol of moon knights. (You aren't really armored either)

>>2351921

> Walk in silence (Timeskip to camp)

>>2351921
>Talk to Falhim as you walk (what say)

"Hey Falhim what were you and your sister talking about yesterday when you were having supper? Looked like it was kinda serious."

>>2351921
>Walk in silence (Timeskip to camp)
nothing good to say

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2351924
Can we ride the Griffins

>>2351921
>Walk in silence (Timeskip to camp)

>>2351921
>>Walk in silence (Timeskip to camp)

>>2351935
After breaking them and with a bit of training... Yes anon. Yes you can.

>Walk in silence

You walk on with the tireless stamina of one who has spent years plodding from one fight to the next. You are content to let the others chatter and joke, your mind wandering through your recent dreams and Duergirs words.

Almost before you even realize it, the sun has sank below the horizon, the night chill already enveloping you. Wren leads your hunting party to a sheltered cave under a stream, the interior dry and safe.

Arvel kindles a fire while you refill your waterskin, taking a large gulp of the clear, sweet water. The burly warrior curses as the tinder refuses to do more than smoke unhappily.

Falhim lays his bedroll out and collapses on it, pulling out a skinning knife and whittling a lump of bone.

Wren leans back against the wall of the cave, rubbing some kind of oil onto his scarred, twisted feet. You arent sure what the black hands did to him but you can tell it involved fire just from looking at him.

>Speak with Wren

>Speak with Falhim

>Speak with Arvel

>Grab some grub and hit the hay.

>>2351971

> Grab some grub and hit the hay

>>2351971
>>Grab some grub and hit the hay.
I would like to do some talking with Wren about his skills and plans at some point, but the call of stabbing giant fucking deathbirds is too strong

>>2351971
>>Grab some grub and hit the hay.

>>2351977
Try not to stab them to DEATH as the goal among you guys seems to be to catch a few.

>>2351971
>Grab some grub and hit the hay.

>>2351983
I mean if we have to grill a few chicken wings to get the rest of them in line, oh well

>>2351971
>Grab some grub and hit the hay.

>Food and sleep.

You would normally interact with your companions more but you're tired, your mind is cluttered with the visions of Ball's past and their implications.

You gnaw a piece of dried fruit and some jerky, washing it down with a few mouthfuls of water. You stretch out on your bedroll, using your pack as a pillow and thankfully fall quickly into a dreamless sleep, warmed by the small fire Arvel manages to coax to life.

You wake as Wren nudges you with a foot, the early dawn light filtering through the curtain of water falling over the entrance to the cave.
"We'd best get a move on boss"
He rasps, his eyes crinkled in a grin.

You pull yourself up and roll your neck and shoulders, poking Falhim awake with a toe and smacking Arvel on top of the head.
"'m up!"
"Gah ill kill ya- oh. Mornin' Magnus."

>feed me another d100 for the days travel. Slightly harder.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2352022
So im i

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2352022
Better?

>>2352030
Someone save us

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2352022

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2352022

Now we hope nothing too dangerous blocks our path, but since this is the riskier path i'd say something will since the DC most likely went up.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2352022
I'll save you

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2352050
no, no you will not

>>2351971
What's/who's the blacc hands?

>>2352027
>>2352030
>>2352050
>>2352101

Hoo boi we're in for a bad trip

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2352022

The last travel took the highest of 3 and although QM didn't specify I don't think we are in big trouble as the highest of the first 3 is 55.

>>2352022
Mr WarlordQM are you still on I want to catch me some Griffin tonight

>mind is cluttered with the visions of Ball's
>visions of Ball's

I know it was a typo still it made me chuckle.

>>2352195
Yeah im on sorry had to run to the store and to get pizza with the gf.

>>2352211
FUCK MY ASS WITH A PITCHFORK

>>2352214
It's cool dude
Talk to a bunch of sweaty neckbeards < pussy

>55. Evenly hit the DC.

You walk the paths Wren picks through the forest and meadows, staying out of sight for the most part. Arvel and Falhim flank you, the broad warrior sniffing the air nervously. You give him a look and he shrugs, tapping his nose
"Something smells. Can't quite place where it is but its in the air"

Falhim sniffs the air curiously and scoffs.
"I don't smell anything"

Wren suddenly hisses, holding up a fist and crouching. You immediately drop low and shuffle carefully over to the ranger and follow his pointing finger.

A group of six lancers, their light blue and white tabards stained with mud and sweat sit around a small fire. One of their number sits under a small shelter, a festering wound in his upper thigh leaking pus through the bandages.

Falhim crawls up on his belly, his spear clutched in his hands and eying the moon scum nervously. Arvel crouches behind a tree, grinning viciously
"We can take 'em magnus"

Falhim nods nervously, Wren shrugging.
"We can get around em no problem"

>Those ARE some nice horses they have

>Sneakybeaky

>Other

>>2352244
>>Sneakybeaky

>>2352244
>Those ARE some nice horses they have
One is already wounded, get the drop on them and it's some quick loot

>>2352244
>>Those ARE some nice horses they have

>>2352244
>Those ARE some nice horses they have
Six on four, and we have the element of surprise, plus wren with a bow? no contest

>>2352244
>"...I like their horses."

>>2352244
>>Those ARE some nice horses they have

>>2352244
>>Those ARE some nice horses they have
This is our valley. I woldn't let them live if it was suicide.

>>2352244

> Those ARE some nice horses they have

Is Magnus aware of his enhanced strength and vitality yet? Nothing you've said indicates he realizes the full effect of the rune.

>>2352244
Also why did Magnus not bring armor or at least 1 large weapon? With two giant increases it can't be that much of a burden to him.

Maybe Magnus is expecting to have to carry back some dead griffins or a batch of griffin eggs. Or maybe even having to wrangle a pack of babby griffins.

>>2352319
Your armor is being upgraded and your weapons remade.

>>2352319

I'm sure a boar spear and leathers are enough to handle these lancers, especially when we have the element of surprise.

>Gib horse.

You grin viciously to your friends, patting the dagger and hatchets on your belt
"We'd move a LOT faster on horses"
You whisper, Wren snorting quietly and Arvel nudging Falhim with his elbow

"Ready to get your hands dirty newbie?"
He crouches down, pulling his hatchet from his belt.

>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.

>See if you can separate them

>Charge in like right proper barbarians

>Other

>>2352344
>>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.

>>2352344
>>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.
>>See if you can separate them
Both at once.

>>2352344

>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.

>>2352337
Gauntlets?

>>2352344
>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.
THEN WE THROW AXES

>>2352344
>Have Wren Ghost one or two of them to draw them out.

>>2352403
we just have the hunting gear

>>2352422
>>2351548

>>2352424
we have the boar spear and the net

>>2351548
>You have your dagger and your throwing axes
We have the axes

>>2352429
>>2351548
>"You have your dagger and your throwing axes."

>>2352429

It explicitly mentions we have our throwing axes in the greentext anon.

>>2352433
>>2352435
did not see it woops

>>2352449

You're a goober.

>>2352371
You do have your gauntlets and your boots. So you have a total of 25 armor

Rolled 92, 89, 35 = 216 (3d100)

>Gf demanded my 'attention' for a bit there
>give me 3 rolls of 1d100+15 to see how many of the group Wren Ghosts. Beat my rolls

Rolled 90 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2352537

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2352537

Rolled 92 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2352537

Rolled 98 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2352537
>3

>105>92. Lancer #1 is ghosted!

>89>79. Lancer #2 is alerted!

>107>37. Lancer #3 Dies quiet!

>Writing

>>2352541
>>2352552
Ugh so close to perfect

You give Wren a nod, the slim scout pulling a long bladed dagger from his boot.
"Go get em Wren"

With a wink, Wren melts into the brush, there one second and gone the next. Arvel curses quietly in amazement and you can't help but be jealous yourself.
"Sneaky fucker"
Arvel grunts quietly, looking through the brush at the lancers.

Falhim starts as a faint rustle in the bushes draws his attention, the leaves shaking ever so slightly. A lancer pushes himself up from the campfire, wandering over to the bush and undoing his breeches. He looks up tiredly just in time to notice the foot of razor sharp steel being rammed through his eyesocket. Wren takes the sagging corpses weight in his arms, pulling the body quickly and quietly into the brush.

You smile predatorily as the lancers talk amongst themselves, passing around a canteen of some sort of ale. The wounded lancer groans for aid and one of the men pushes himself upright, wandering over to give the dying man a drink. As he hands the parched cripple the canteen he suddenly squints, looking around carefully.
"Jeor!? Where the fuck are ya? Ya drunken fuck did ya pass out in yer own piss again?"

Walking over to the bush of many uses, he kicks it with a laugh, the cackle dying on his lips as he notices the spatter of blood on the leaves and his comrades boots poking from behind a rock. He turns, drawing his shortsword and taking a deep breath to bellow a warning.

And Wren makes his move.

Dropping from the tree above the mens campfire, a dagger in each hand he lands lightly, lashing out with his foot he knocks the cinders of the campfire into the eyes of the men, leaping through the spray of flames to drive both daggers into the upper neck of a unlucky lancer. Blood gushes from the mans mouth as his lungs fill with blood, Wren twisting the daggers cruelly

Turning his leap into a roll, Wren wrenches his arms forward, flinging the dead man over his head to crash against the trunk of the tree he had leapt from, leaving a spray of gore across the bark.

The scout crouches like a cat, daggers held in underhanded grips and waving like angry serpents. He looks at the four men facing him with foul intent and calls out calmly

"Magnus? Arvel? Falhim? Could use a bit of help here if you don't mind"

>Throwing axe. Split some skulls.

>Charge in with your spear. Make a kebab or 2.

>Throw your spear and tackle somebody (FoS)

>Other

>>2352579
>>Throwing axe. Split some skulls.

>>2352579
>THROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWING AXESSSSSSSS

>charge in and remove kebabs.

>>2352583
Are you the original AxeAnon?

>>2352588
I am indeed.

>>2352590
Please namefag because I like your enthusiasm.

>>2352579
>Throwing axe. Split some skulls.

>Throwing axes.
>Its four on four so you'll just be against one opponent.

>Magnus has engaged

>Lancer Private Podrik
>100HP
>15 armor

>Throwing axe attack. You are out of immediate melee range so Lift in cannot attack you yet. Roll me 3 1d100+10 for your throwing attack. Bo3. Beat Podriks dodge.

>>2352600
I serve at the pleasure of the QM.

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352610

>>2352610
>Lift in.
What the holy dick phone.
>Thats supposed to be Podrik

Rolled 30 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352610
NOW LET'S FUCK HIM UP WITH MUH AXES

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2352610
I swear im not drunk. I promise.

>>2352617
FUCK

>>2352620
It can still be saved. I allow Samefagging on combat rolls.

Rolled 51 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352610
>>2352626

tryin this again, then

Axeanon should do it.

Rolled 98 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

360 tomahawk this bitch

>89>62. Podrik dodges

>Close to melee range. Skewer him

>Throw again? Ill have you guys roll again after I write up the update.

>>2352634
Oh my sweet kek

>>2352634
Your name is truly accurate.

>>2352631
DAMMIT
>>2352632
I tried.
>>2352634
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU

I'm going to sleep, somebody else throw some axes and I'll rejoice in your victory in the morning

>Anybody here with me?
>Crickets.mp3

>>2352635

>Throw axe again

lets hope we have better luck this time.

I took a nap earlier and I got nothing tommorrow so I'll be here till whenever you sign off.

>>2352635
>>Throw again? Ill have you guys roll again after I write up the update.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>Throw again

Your free hand flicks down to your belt as you, Falhim and Arvel charge forward from the brush, bellowing at the top of your lungs. The lancers turn, stunned, into momentary inaction. Wren seizes the opportunity, lashing out with his curved daggers and laying one of his opponents cheek with a taunting strike.

Arvel drives his opponent back, a lanky spearman with a limply drooping moustache. His hatchet carves chunks from the mans shield, his face tight with pain as the wood cracks under the sledgehammer like blows.

Falhim lunges forward bravely, his spearhead carving a line through the cloth of a stocky youths tabled, revealing the mail underneath. The young man, little more than a boy really, cries out in fear and rage as he flails back with a small hand axe, Falhim leaping backward with a laugh.

You select your target, a young man with the patchy growth of a beard that has been several days without a shave. His half helm sits crookedly on his head, obviously ill fitting. He braces his spear with both hands, tensing as you stop several places away, flinging the hatchet in your hand at him.

You arent sure what rabbit is in his ancestry but the man jerks back with reflexes that would make Wren jealous, the axe whistling by his head and thudding into the trunk of a nearby tree. He looks back at it in shock and laughs incredulously to himself, grinning cockily at you
"You missed You barbarian FUCK! Now come on! Come on!"

You pull another hatchet from your belt, spinning it in your palm and circling the young man. You want very badly to sink a hatchet into his smirking face.

>Roll me 3d100+10. Beat Podriks defense roll

Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352708
Ah hell yeah get split bitch ass!

Rolled 19, 43, 41 + 10 = 113 (3d100 + 10)

>>2352708

>>2352717
Fuck i meant 3 separate 1d100+10. Sorry. Im off my damn game today.

Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352708
>>2352727
thats ok
do you want me to roll again or you can pick one from the set

>>2352727
No problem all the rolls made beat Podrick's roll anyways. Now the satisfying skull splitting can commence.

>78>15.

>Magnus Hits Podrik!

>Give me 1 2d100+10 pls.

Rolled 59, 70 + 10 = 139 (2d100 + 10)

>>2352753
Die Moon scum!

>>2352754
By Vall's Balls Anon

>Podrik damage
>139-15=124dmg
>100-124=-24. Dead center.

>>2352756
Axeanon signed off gotta make sure to pick up the slack.

Rolled 76 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2352727
Im here to save your rolls

You twirl the hatchet in your hand, eying your foe carefully. You let the noise of the small skirmish fade away, letting your eyes focus on the bead of sweat rolling down the young lancers brow. The world moves in slow motion, the droplet hanging from his brow for an impossibly long moment.

Your hand flicks out, blurring fast, the hatchet whistling as it slices the air with a carefully honed edge. Podrik has a moment for his eyes to widen before nearly the whirlwind of death embeds itself directly between his eyes, less than a hairs breadth from the now falling droplet of sweat. The axe sinks up to the shaft, the tip of the blade emerging from the top of his split skull, the bottom jutting out through his cloven nose. Podrik's limbs go slack, his spear dropping from limp fingers as he topples backward, blood and pulped brain spilling from the gruesome wound as he falls with a wet thud.

You roll your boar spear across your palm and snort at the boys misplaced bravado
"Shoulda worn a better helm kid."

Looking around at the now one sided skirmish you decide to...

>Help Arvel, hes been hammering that shield to kindling.

>Help Falhim. Neither him or that boy seem good enough to land a blow

>Help Wren. Hes bleeding his opponent but hes no good against a shield.

>>2352762
>Help Wren. Hes bleeding his opponent but hes no good against a shield.

>>2352762
>>Help Wren. Hes bleeding his opponent but hes no good against a shield.
I feel like eh's the most in danger.

>>2352762
>>Help Falhim. Neither him or that boy seem good enough to land a blow

>>2352762
>Help Wren. Hes bleeding his opponent but hes no good against a shield.

Aaaaand we're back.

>>2352762
>Help Wren
Let's spit that guy.

Is the crippled lancer dead? Was he the second guy Wren killed? Just asking since I just reread the last few quest posts and I wonder if it changes the situation if one of our comrades is fighting the cripple.

>>2352913

> Let's split that man

That's kinda gay anon...

>>2353139
Hey mane by ancient barbarian standards it's not gay if your the one giving and not taking.

>>2353139
The meathammer isn't a sexist and doesn't discriminate, anon.
also I said 'spit' not 'split;' as in to impale on our boarspear

... wow that still sounds gay

>>2352762
>Help Arvel
He might get tired using all energy on the shield
>>2353160
U forgot ur name axe-boi

>>2353175
I know, I've been bumming around other boards where the namefaggotry is unnecessary and I forgot to put it back on

>>2353160
"The Meathammer"s name is Brutus please refrain from using that disgusting term

>>2353269
what, 'discriminate'? I agree, the Meathammer shouldn't even have to declare that

Does anyone know when QM will start again?

>>2353699
Either late at night or the next day around noon-ish

Whew ok im back. Sorry guys its been a horrendously busy day and I haven't had the opportunity to post until now. Ive got some quick errands to run (groceries dont buy themselves) but feel free to discuss or ask questions in the interim!

>>2353916
What groceries are u buying?

>Help Wren Wins.

>Throwing axe: 1/3 remain

>Spear thrust from behind.

>Spear Throw

>Crush him (FoS)

>Other

>>2353940
Stuff for dinner (taco ingredients), some drinks, some bathroom sundries and some fruit for snacking.

>>2353949
>Spear thrust from behind.

Vlad Tepes this bitch

>>2353949
>Spear thrust from behind

>>2353949
>Choke-hold from behind (FoS)
Letting Wren stab the fuck outa him

>>2353949
>>Spear thrust from behind.

>>2353949
>>Crush him (FoS)

>>2353949
>>Crush him (FoS)
changing

>>2353949
>croosh da foocka

>>2353949
I'll samefag and switch
>>Crush him (FoS)

Might as well take the new strength out for a test drive.

>>2353956
Support

>>2354166
swap to
>Crush him (FoS)

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>Crush him. (Write in of what you do to the poor sap is encouraged)

>Magnus has assisted Wren against Lancer Private Sath
>86/100Hp
>20 Armor

>Roll me 1d100+20. Bo3. Beat my

Rolled 66 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2354226
We must break him. We grab him from behind and bear hug him. We apply so much pressure we destroy his entire torso.

Rolled 34 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2354226
No problem

Rolled 66 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2354226

>>2354226
By the way since were basically crushing him rather than cutting or bludgeoning him shouldn't we ignore his armor? I assume he only has mail and leathers which would provide next to no protection to being compressed to death.

>>2354247
I think we already are. If not, qm would have added +20 to his roll.

>>2354287
Nah man armor is for damage reduction and doesn't affect the to hit roll. He has 20 armor but we have not rolled damage yet.

>>2354293
oh, you are right. My bad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

>>2354309
No problem

>86>46. Private Sath has been grappled!

Changing up the grappling system a bit so instead of instagibbing him as You would have before, you'll roll an additional 1d100 damage die for every +10 strength modifier you have on top of the 1d100 you would get as a normal sized guy. This is intended to show the effect of your inhuman strength.

So that comes around to 3d100. First come first serve.

>Break him.

Rolled 15, 13, 15 = 43 (3d100)

>>2354339

>>2354347
well fuck me running.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2354339
One individual d100?

>>2354352
No it would be 3d100 Damage. Which
>>2354347
Rolled for.

>Private Sath damage
>Grappling damage= Bypasses armor.
>86-43=43HP remaining.

Rolled 13, 22, 100 = 135 (3d100)

>>2354339
I'll try

>>2354391
Well shit I should have let you roll.

Test

>>2354403
hi

You charge up behind the young Lancer, his upper cheek layed open to the bone and a shallow puncture on his upper arm. He jabs and slashes at Wren with his short spear, his iron rimmed wooden shield protecting from Wrens daggers.

The Lancer steps forward, hoping to skewer Wren but yelps in shock as a massive hand grips his shoulder, yanking him backward. Arms as thick as small trees wrap around his chest and upper arms from behind, pinning his shield to his chest. The cry of shock turning into a gasping, choking wheeze as you suddenly squeeze, driving the breathe from the Lancers lungs. You slowly, inexorably tighten your grip bit by bit, your newfound strength coursing through your muscles as you do. Faint creaks and pops issue from the Lancers chest and upper arms, his face taking a purple hue as his eyes and tongue jut from their housing. His legs kick feebly, the metal rim of his shield warping around your arm as the wood cracks and bends.

You finally release the poor man, letting him flop to the ground like a rag doll, his legs having lost their strength. His arms go about his chest, cradling his bone-bruised and cracked ribs, gasping for breathe like a landed fish. You look down at him contemptously before giving Wren a shrug and a cocky smile.
"Looked like you needed some help"
You laugh, planting a ironshod boot down on the Lancers back, driving him face first into the ground.

Wren shrugs, gesturing to the lancer.
"What are you gonna do about him?"

>Knock him out.

>Kill him.

>Let him regain his feet.

>other

>>2354403
Yo

>>2354443
>>Kill him.

>>2354443
>Kill him

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2354443
>"Who?" Proceed to smash his skull with his boot giving off a crunchy squishy sound

>>2352927
There were seven lancers originally. Six of them were combat capable with the seventh being wounded. Wren killed two of them and you killed one, turning the fight to 4v3

>>2354443
>>Knock him out.
For interrogation, after which he can learn how to fly

>>2354443
>Kill him.

I'm real sore about not breaking him in half.

>>2354443
>>Knock him out.
Guys, let's take a prisoner.

>>2354494
we got the wounded guy for that.

Rolled 16, 99, 19 = 134 (3d100)

>>2354339

>>2354443
>Knock him out

>Knock him out.

The winded and dazed Lancer manages to raise his face from the dirt for the briefest of moments. He looks up weakly as you shrug to Wren
"Hes already on the ground. Might as well ask him some questions later"

Wren nods, his hand dipping to one of the small, curved daggers in his belt. You look down at the young Lancer, his eyes bloodshot and a trail of bloody saliva hanging from his lips. Your ironshod boot cracks across his face and he collapses limply, blood trickling from the split in his cheek. For a moment you feel you had killed him but the faint rise and fall of his chest affirms he is still among the land of the living.

Unfortunately for him.

Arvel roars in triumph as he finally hammers through his opponents guard, the moustached lancer crying out in pain as the hatchet bites into his arm. He doesn't suffer the wound for long as Arvel's fist comes around, a thick bladed dagger glinting evily as he buries it under the mans jaw. Ripping the dagger free, Arvel finishes his mortally wounded opponent by burying his hatchet in the mans neck, the blade lodging firmly in his spine.

Falhim cries out as hid opponent lashes a thin gash into his forearm but presses on undeterred, lunging with his spear he manages to catch the clumsy lancer off guard, the blade piercing his thigh with a wet *snik*. The youth's scream of agony is matched by Falhim's shout of triumph as he lunges again, his spearhead punching into the boys throat and out the other side. Blood fountains high as he rips it free, kicking the dying youth backwards.

You stand over the unconscious Lancer, the sun still shining high and hours left in the day. Arvel pants, a bloody grin on his face as he kicks the body of his opponent.
"A fine fight Magnus! Id have liked a few more'o these little men to kill but eh, can't be choosy can I?"
He laughs,spitting on the Lancer and digging through the mans pockets.
"I say we take their horses, cut that damn cripples throat an' get a move on in case they got some friends about"

Wren wipes off his daggers, searching them behind his back and retrieving his boot knife from where he had buried it into the drunken lancers eye.
"Still time in the day if you want to move Magnus. This is a fine spot to camp if we decide to though. Water, cover, a ready made fire and hell, we have their tents and supplies."

Falhim nods, wiping sweat and blood from his face with the back of a shaky hand, grinning madly.
"First man I ever killed one on one like that. Usually got the advantage or hit em during the night. Its something else.."
He looks incredulously at the gore on his Spearhead
"I can see why you like it"

>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.

>Camp here. Interrogate the wounded and unconscious men.

>Other

>>2354575
>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.

You don't need two men to tell one story and I want to make more time to get to the griffins. Grab the extra supplies the horses and let's get toward the mountains. Moonies are less likely to be there on account of the monsters.

>>2354575
>>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.
Slit his throat, we're on a time table and don't want anyone going for help

>>2354575
>>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.

>>2354575
>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.
Kill the cripple

>>2354575
>>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.
kill the wounded and gtfo with horse

>>2354575

>Camp here. Interrogate the wounded and unconscious men.

>>2354575
>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.

>>2354870
Wanted to take that wounded guy for interrogation

>>2354575
>>Push on, Take their horses, leave the wounded man and gain some ground.
Cant we kill the poor guy if we are leaving anyway?

>Push on.

Wren pulls a strip of cord from his pockets, binding the unconscious lancers hands behind his back. You grab the bound man like a sack of turnips, slinging him over your shoulder easily.
"Lets get a move on. Plenty of time left in the day!"
You laugh, making your way over to the where the nervously shuffling horses are hobbled. Gesturing with your spear at the wounded man, his sweat slick face tight with pain, you look at Arvel.
"Handle that will you?"

Arvel looks at where you point, nodding with a shrug
"Aye Magnus. Better to finish the bugger now"

Slinging the limp Lancer over the back of one of the pack horses you can hear the crippled mans weak pleas for mercy abruptly cut off into a wet gurgle.

After securing the Lancer to the horse, you quickly walk Arvel and Falhim through how to saddle a horse. Your time in the Warhounds served you well and you quickly manage to teach the inexperienced men how to secure the saddles and mount the more aggreably of the horses. After ensuring they can mount and ride without breaking their own necks, you retrieve your axes before turning to Wren.

Wren swings himself easily onto tje back of a dappled brown gelding and takes the reins in one hand, his eyes crinkle up in laughter
"Had to teach myself when I was trapped behind a Moonie garrison"
He explains

You chuckle and swing yourself up onto the strongest of the beasts, the horse snorting and looking back at you suspiciously as it adjusts to your weight.
"Lets ride!"
You laugh, urging the horse on.

>Roll me 3 1d100 to see if you avoid trouble again

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2355419

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2355419

That poor horse...

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2355419
We spent a nice day riding, judging by that 93.

>>2355506
oh yeah we're riding a bunch of regular geldings rather than proper huge warhorses.The one we picked I imagine will be in bad shape by the time we get to the mountains. We'll probably need to ride the griffin home.

>>2355534
Well the lancers are a LIGHT cavalry group. If you want warhorses, you'll have to attack an actual Moon lord army or raid a castle or small town.

>93!
>Mounts reduce travel time!

You were sure that your weight, the rough terrain Wren chooses and Arvel and Falhim's inexperience would slow the trek.

You were wrong.

The horse you ride bears your weight agreeably, snorting slightly when you mount or dismount to lead it over rough trails. Arvel and Falhim quickly adjust, handling their mounts with increasing skill, even going so far as to race each other over clear ground.

The miles melt away under the plodding endurance of the horses and The Roost quickly appears overhead as the daylight fades. The spire of stone juts into the heavens like the sword of some ancient god, clouds swirling around its summit along with faint, black shadows. The faint, eagle-like shrieks of roosting Griffins reaches your ears. You look around to your companions, the horses sweating and panting from the days ride and smile
"Ready to hunt some Griffins?"

>Make Camp at the base

>Push up the mountain and make camp in a cave.

>Climb through the night.

>>2355698
>Push up and make camp in a cave

>>2355698
>Push up the mountain and make camp in a cave.