>>2646930
>Basic info sheet on the setting
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F40nnzNO8nrTbjUP-49m_ygMyNok-elalwBLVxyUhnc/edit?usp=drivesdk

>Magnus's Character sheet
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tMFQUUS6Tg-HUqIntR-_5ANsHLwh04muOBGwQpg10y8/edit?usp=drivesdk

Both text heavy but there you go!

>>2646930
Wellcome back

>>2646938
Well and good to see you again.

Good to see you back in action.

>>2646930
Nice. It's me, you're number one stalker.

Thin sunlight cuts through the canopy of the trees overhead as you march through the forest. If you were part of a smaller raiding party, you would be able to move along the roads and be free of this mess of brambles and tangled vines. For the tenth time in as many minutes, you kneel, gripping a vine and wrenching it apart with both hands as you scowl. Urhost chuckles behind you as he hacks away at the undergrowth with one of his heavy shortsword, the honed blade shearing through the plant matter with ease.

"Don't worry Magnus! Only twenty more miles!"
He laughs as he follows up behind you, the near single file line of your men behind you stretching back hundreds of yards. While your more heavily armored warriors struggle with the terrain, your skirmishers and raiders find the march much easier, being unburdened with the layers of armor. You wipe a line of sweat from your neck and take a swig of lukewarm, mildly bitter water from a skin and grimace.
"Which one of you is carrying me then?"

Arvel spits onto the path, wiping his lips with a massive, broad knuckled fist and snorts
"Think Dagmar and his greasy fuckers picked this way on purpose. 'M fuck'n dyin'. No reason t'go through the thickest patch'o nonsense in the valley"

>Respond (What say)

>Its just a hard march. You've done it before (Timeskip)

>>2646946
>>2646953
>>2646956
Good to be back!
>>2646960
Nongent inspired me to get back off my ass

>>2646964
who's nongent?
>>2646962
Silence, it's been a lot of talking. We should operate in quiet.

>>2646972
Nongent is the dude who ran the Side story. One of the oldest of the /Tg/ oldfags

>>2646962
Well point 1 is his a dickhead
Point 2 his pissed
Point 3 you said it yourslf no one would come though here makes it easyer to sneak in
Point 4 itl make the look on his face eveen better when we take his crap and have to make him admit we saved his sorry ass

>Stealthy Oper8r

>List of points

I need a tiebreaker folks!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2647021
Rollan

You tiredly shake your head and smirk to yourself as you retreat into your own thoughts. The last thing to do when youre on a hard march is to run your mouth and waste breathe that's already hard to come by.

Ahead of you, Dagmar and his rabble of raiders laugh and joke, cursing and stomping through the brush as they make their way along the game trail.

>Roll me 1d100 to see how the days march goes

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>Link to discord so you can ask me questions and see when I post. I actually prefer to keep discussion in thread however.
https://discord.gg/k69J7rD

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2647060

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2647060
glad to see ur back qm, the quest was missed

>85. Clear sky and clear trails.

It seems your earlier displeasure with the path is ill founded as you crest a small rise in the trail, finding it clear of obstacles and the depressingly pervasive tangled vines. The path is hard packed by hooves, the ancient trees overhead providing shade while a refreshing breeze swirls through the forest. You roll your neck and shoulders, adjusting your burdened pack against your back and resuming your practiced march.

One step ahead of the other.

>Hours later

The sun has set, the early fall clouds obscuring even the stars and moon, casting the forest in impenetrable darkness. Even Dagmar and his rabble have taken caution, their fires banked low and ringed with stones. Crude shelters and tents of skins and cloaks are erected quickly, the tired Crag Wolf raiders quickly tearing into their nightly meal.

Urhost leans against a tree trunk, carving a chunk of wood into a small figurine. Arvel snores nearby, his feet kicked up on a fallen log, using his pack as a pillow. Dagmar and his cronies sit around their campfire, passing around a skin and speaking in hushed tones. Dagmar catches you looking and nods, turning back to his men.

>Speak to Urgost

>Follow Arvels example, get some rest

>Speak with Dagmar

>Take a walk around the camp

>Other

>>2647150
>Take a walk around the camp

>>2647150
>>Follow Arvels example, get some rest

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2647060

>>2647162
Let us walk the camp.

>>2647162
Take a walk, take in the sights.

>>2647150
Take a walk around the camp

Maybe we might find a bear or deer to kill

You lever yourself out of your comfortable spot against a decaying stump and stretch. Cramped muscle and tendon pop as the tension of the day is forced away. Urhost nods at you, blowing splinters off of the small figurine, whittling a crude face onto the wooden chunk.

Striding over Arvel's sprawling bulk you walk along the outskirts of the camp. In the darkness beyond the fires, the sentries stand in the shadows or crouch in the low hanging branches of trees.

Men snore and snort in their sleep, leaning against tree trunks or sprawled beneath lean-to's and makeshift tents. The smoke of burned grease and damp wood swirls around the camp like mist, the cool night air drifting across your face. Crickets chirp in the darkness, somewhere an owl hoots as it scans the forest floor for prey. The moon hides behind layers of wispy clouds, obscured in vast stretches by the impenetrable canopy.

>Check on the night sentries

>Continue your walk around the camp

>step forth into the darkness of the old forest

>Other

>>2647225
Check the sentries, have they seen or heard anything strange while on watch?

>>2647225
>>step forth into the darkness of the old forest

>>2647225
step forth into the darkness of the old forest

>>2647225
Into the darkness we go

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>Into the Darkness
>Roll me 1d100 pls because raisins. First roll only

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>>2647289
>Raisins.
I've got a bad feeling about this.

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>MFW

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>>2647289
Did we leave/keep anything with us?

>30.

You step forth from the ring of sentries, the dimly flickering light of the campfires quickly obscured by the pillarlike trunks of the ancient trees. So complete is the darkness that the sentries never even notice your dissapearance, simply fading into a shadow between footsteps.

Leaf mould crunches under foot, the musty odor of organic decay tingling your nose as step after step leads you in a wandering path away from the camp. Crumbling wood falls into dust under your boot as you follow a path only your seem to know. Behind you, suddenly far behind you, the light of the campfire grows ever dimmer, only the faintest of glimmers between the encroaching tree trunks.

The dark has no terrors for you however. Men who have yet to see the darkness of the abyss fear the stygian blackness. You have glimpsed the eternal dark and this mortal umbra has no purchase on you. The gruesome scar winding across your forehead and brow, curving down over your eyesocket and cheek tingles as a rustle in the layers of detritus ahead of you, behind you, all around you. You grit your teeth, your hand on the pommel of your dagger as you peer into the impenetrable darkness.

You see...

>A shadow moves, black on black, a shape without form or substance.

>A slim figure, delicate limbs draped in vine and leaf.

>A shaggy haired beast, strange in proportion and size.

>Other

>>2647332
>>A slim figure, delicate limbs draped in vine and leaf.

>>2647332
>>A slim figure, delicate limbs draped in vine and leaf.

>>2647332
>>A shaggy haired beast, strange in proportion and size.

>>2647332
>A shaggy haired beast, strange in proportion and size.

>>2647332
>A slim figure, delicate limbs draped in vine and leaf.

Your eyes strain against the oppressive darkness, a faint figure slowly resolves itself. Your eyes narrow and you grip the hilt of your dagger as more and more details present themselves to your eyes.

Eyes the color of autumn leaves, golden brown and flecked with crimson, slit pupiled like a snakes. Skin tinged green with chlorophyll, darker green veins twisting underneath the delicate covering. Hair that resembles long summer grass and thin vines, hanging down low enough to brush against a waist garbed in a skirt of overlapping sheets of bark, the material shifting like a skirt of mail. Small, curving horns jut from under her hair, the color of dried and seasoned ironwood. Across her chest is an array of vine cords, strewn with the skulls of small animals, packed so densely that the skin beneath is visible only in narrow strips. Dark green lips pull back from teeth pointed like the fangs of a cat and the apparition smiles coyly at you, standing just out of arms reach.
"A child of Heroes? In my forest? Marked with the essence of the slayer of gods... Marked by the Destroyer and touched by the Devourer... Curious that the first to visit my court... Fallen that it is... Is you..."

The scar across your face tingles as you regard the nature spirit. The trees around you creak and groan, branches shifting in a phantom wind. The ground around her feet, hooved like a deers, sprouts a myriad of teeming mushrooms as she paces around you. Reaching out with a slim green arm, her slender fingers tipped with curling talons wave gently, a curious smirk across her angular features.

>What say?

>>2647403
Lemme smash

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>>2647403
Hello. My name is Magnus, may I ask your name?

>>2647403
"Magnus. You missed my name. Let me see if I can glimpse your soul so easily. Woman of the forest, daughter of cliff jumper, slayer of small animals. That I could view your court as it was, temptress. At least you have not yet faded."

>>2647441
>Manners
>In warlord quest

Boi

>>2647403
>has q bunch of animal Skulls
Oh good she's not a hippy. Ask her of opinion of the fake moon goddess. Also ask if she wants to go hunting.

>>2647455
Murdering in the woods. I like it. I support this. way more in character.

>>2647461
It'd be cool if we could made a Bro out of her.

>>2647432
Gonna add ask her if she has any weed. It's 4:20 somewhere.

>>2647403
Spit on the ground.

You step back, keeping your eyes fixed on the nature spirit as she halts, dragging a single clawed finger down the trunk of a tree, a branch groaning as it flexes. Moss spreads from the point of contact as she watches you, her eyes fixed on yours as the tree shift and creak.

You clear your throat, hooking your thumbs into your belt and speak
"You missed my name it seems when you peered into my soul mistress of the forest. I am Arch Magnus, War Leader of the Crag Wolves. I would pay dearly for your eyes, to have seen your court when it was at its height."
You incline your head respectfully and continue.
"I couldn't help but note the bones and trophies you carry. I would be honored to hunt with you Lady of the Trees"

The Spirit laughs softly, a sound like wind in the trees, water over stone and the crackling of dried bones as she taps a claw against the onyx dagger tucked into her skirt of bark.
"You flatter me Son of Doom... My court was once a lively place long ago.. Before your ilk came.. Before *HE* rose up and brought fire and Ruin upon us..."
She smiles widely as she draws the dagger, tapping its knapped edge against her finger.
"You offer to hunt? I doubt we would pursue the same quarry..."

She turns away from you, pacing along the small clearing, fhe soil shifting as roots twist underground, a drop of shining ichor falling from her nicked fingertip to land on the earth. She regards you from the corner of your eye as the air around you grows heavy and thick, the smell of decay and wet earth filling your nostrils. Her voice echoes slightly as her eyes narrow, a single white fangs pressing against a dark emerald lip
"Why are you here Child?... What is your business in my domain?"

>Flattery (what say)

>War (what say)

>My business is my own (Defiance)

>Other

>>2647463
>Adding a dryad to the waifu pile
I see you've played the other warlord quest

>>2647526
I thought I would find something interesting in this forest, and I have

>>2647534
>>2647526
>>Flattery (what say)
I like how both of these play out.

>>2647526
>War
Right now? Just a midnight stroll and enjoying the crisp air. Later? The daft moon cunts.
It's none of my business if the god of man fucked your shit up, but if you want a fight then it's a fight you'll get.

>>2647531
>Assuming this piece of ass is waifu-able

Fly you fools! This ass is beyond any of you

>>2647531
A warrior waifu would be cool.
Which other Warlord quest?

>>2647526
I'm switching my vote to flattery.

>>2647537
No ass is impossible to reach if you truly make the effort. Though, if we had some knowledge before hand the attempt of seduction would be easier.

>>2647538
Orc Warlord quest, it was amazing and filled to the brim with Waifus aplenty

>>2647540
And hardcore rape

>>2647526

> War

> "The sons and daughters of the moon gave me this scar and brought my life to an end once. I intend to return the favor, ten thousand times ten thousand times over until the last of the false godesses's altars lies shattered beneath my feet. Aid me in my quest and I will do my best to restore the glorious splendor of your illustrious court, this I swear upon Vall, greatest of men."

>>2647539
>Other (challenge) "Ive come here on my own will, and come here for as much as I can know. Are you so ill of character to reject good company away so soon? Too withered to hunt, or has it just been too long since your soil has been tilled, woman?"

>>2647566
Dayum
>>2647575
Fucking keked hard Nongent

>>2647579
We gonna best her then pound her?

>>2647604
Y not both at the same time

>>2647566
>>2647535
I vote for both of these together.

>>2647566
>>2647575
I'd support a synthesis of both;
>Other (challenge) "Ive come here on my own will, and come here for as much as I can know. Are you so ill of character to reject good company away so soon? Too withered to hunt, or has it just been too long since your soil has been tilled, woman?"
"Hear my story of the hunt while you consider."
> "The sons and daughters of the moon gave me this scar and brought my life to an end once. I intend to return the favor, ten thousand times ten thousand times over until the last of the false godesses's altars lies shattered beneath my feet. Aid me in my quest and I will do my best to restore the glorious splendor of your illustrious court, this I swear upon Vall, greatest of men."
---
I'm pretty sure its Vall who fucked her court up, but i could be wrong. however that data is meta, and I dont know if magnus would draw two and two.

>>2647534
>>2647535
>>2647538
Flattery
>>2647566
War
>>2647575
Lewd Challenge
>>2647615
>>2647617
>>2647604
War and Lewd.

Ask and ye shall receive.
>Roll me a flat d100 to seduce the last of the Wild Court. B03 you degenerates

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2647626
BEHOLD

>>2647538
Well if you voted for the fighter built red headed girl we alredy could have had that alredy

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2647626
Degenerate dice!

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2647626
>>2647631
Dam 1 off the best roll

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2647626

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2647626

>68<DC75. Seduction is a slight failure!
>Do you wish to use your banked Crit to meathammer the last of an ancient Spiritual Line?
>Y/N

>>2647675
yes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wep90GDJkpE

>>2647675
YES
We need a magic user in our back pocket

>>2647675
>Y
Fuck it

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>>2647675
Fuck it I guess we're actually doing this.

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>>2647675
>YYYYY

>>2647675
yes

Looks like we're gonna tongue punch her baby box.

>>2647675
In away we might be doing her a favor if she gets preggo. that means her Spiritual Line will live on.

>Crit used! Crit bank at 0/3!

You are silent for a moment, the forsaken nature spirit locking eyes with you, her slit pupils twitching as she remains motionless, one slim hands drifting across the trunk of the ancient oak. You step forward and she blinks, her hand twitching as you speak.
"Ive come here on my own will, and come here for as much as I can know. Ive walked many paths and seen a great many things My Lady. I come here not with insults but greetings. Are you so ill of character to reject good company so soon? I mean you no harm and the hands that destroyed your home were not mine"
You state pointedly, gesturing around to the darkened wood, the trees old and bent, their boughs creaking as they lean towards you like silent guardians. The Spirit blinks in shock as you continue, your voice a soft rumble in the gloom of the forest floor.
"To reject my invitation of kindness and company so soon, it makes me wonder. Are you simply too withered to hunt, or has it just been too long since your soil has been tilled, woman? Even the mightiest forest can be made to bear fruits under the plows of men"
You smile darkly as your eyes roam over her slim frame. Even hidden behind the layers of talismans and bark and vine, her figure is soft and womanly, enough ti catch the eye of any man. She takes a breathe, eyes narrowing in outrage but you boldly plow on, cutting her off.

"Hear my tale, my story of the hunt while you consider my...offer"
You can't help but take a step back as the Spirit clenches her claws and nods..
"Very well then... You truly are the son of Man aren't you human?"

You chuckle and drag a thumb across the horrific scar on your face and gesture towards the valley
"The sons and daughters of the moon gave me this scar and brought my life to an end once. I walked the land of the dead and was ripped forth by the Father of warriors himself and delivered back to my body. I intend to return the favor, ten thousand times ten thousand times over until the last of the false godesses's altars lies shattered beneath my feet. Aid me in my quest and I will do my best to restore the glorious splendor of your illustrious court, this I swear upon Vall, greatest of men."

The spirits eyes have widened, her breath coming slightly faster and a green tinge to her cheeks as she steps forward.
"You would assist me human? You do not seek the erasure of my court?"

>what say
Or
>What do?

>>2647710
>spaghetti erupts from my pockets

>>2647710
extend your hand to her
"Mark me as you see fit, woman. Let all know I carry your duty, so long as you carry for me."
--

>>2647710
>You do not seek the erasure of my court?
Why would I ever wish to do that? If would be a loss to the world to lose someone of such ancient grace and beauty. Perhaps we can take a stroll in your forest as we talk.

>>2647715
Don't you mean the knuckle bones of our slain enemies?

>>2647726
>>2647727
Combining these in absence of additional votes.

>The spirits eyes have widened, her breath coming slightly faster and a green tinge to her cheeks as she steps forward.
Quick, does anyone more words to seduce the magic lady some more?

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>>2647781
Benis xDDD

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>>2647795
>LoliConqueror

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>>2647727
This, stroll to a scenic spot beneath the moon and then offer to bring some new life to her old forest.

You step forward, your own boldness surprising even you as you advance toward the flushed and suddenly flustered Spirit. Her eyes have changed from slit pupiled orange to a soft green, the pupil rounded and wide as she regards you, nostrils flaring as she inhales your scent.
" why would I wish to do that? You have done me and mine no harm. The loss of your court would surely be a tragedy for this world. The loss of grace and beauty such as yours would be a tragedy for myself especially"
You allow a small smile to cut through your tangled amd braided beard as you pop the fastening bone buttons of your shirt, rolling it back and stepping closer, the Mistress of the forest seeming very anxious.

The Nature Spirit nods slightly, her full dark lips press together for a moment before she speaks.
"Do... Do you know of what you suggest? Such... Meetings do not leave the mortal unmarked... In our moments of unrestraint, our essence flows free and we may lose control of ourselves"

You raise and eyebrow and shrug the garment off, noting how the Spirits eyes flicker as she looks over scarred and rune marked muscle. You reach out slowly, taking her hand, the claws receding to little more than long dark nails, and placing it on the time decorating your chest. You release her hand, spreading your arms and looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Mark me as you see fit my lady. As long as you carry for me, I will carry your mark"

The light in her eyes seems very predatory all of a sudden as she steps forward, her nails digging into your chest as inexorable strength bears you to the ground, the suddenly nude nature spirit straddling your hips.

This may not have been a good idea.

>Roll me a d100 please. Not for performance, just what exactly happens.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2647804
MEATHAMMER TIME
It would be cool if we impregnated her with a Groot or something.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2647804

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2647804

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>>2647804
Rolling for number of babies.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2647804
>"Mark me as you see fit my lady. As long as you carry for me, I will carry your mark"
She's gonna scratch the fuck out of Magnus's back. you know because he'll be fucking her and she'll scratch his back as she's fucked fiercely?
I'm guessing this is to see if we can match her unnatural libido?

>>2647804
>Roll me a d100 please. Not for performance, just what exactly happens.
is this a roll for each of us or one of us?

>>2647821
Bo3. There could be been bad results

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>>2647813
>>2647825

>ill finish this depravity in the AM, gotta get some sleep boyos. Feel free to drop criticism, questions, comments, art, etc while im out. You guys stay awesome!

No criticisms, best quest 10/10, see you when you return.

>>2647858
Does Magnus' dick have stats?

been missing this quest, welcome back
>>2647815
>Rolling for number of babies.
lol

>>2648107
>Magnus wil never be able to conquer the world because he’s got 92 babies to pay child support to a fucking tree spirit.

Also just asking, but are you the same CursedQM as Xenoquest?

>>2648444
Yes I am. I had to abandon that because it was such a roll fest on my end I quickly got burned out

>>2647863
It counts as a great weapon with piercing and bludgeoning capabilities

>>2648788
Can it be utilized during combat?

>>2648829
It probably can be used in combat and it most likely does double damage to women and certain men.

>Cont

The trees around you bend and twist, their branches groaning as the nature spirit takes her pleasure from you. Roots curl from the ground, wrapping around your arms and ankles like manacles as her clawed fingers dig into your chest and shoulders, just deep enough to barely break the skin. Golden eyes flicker in the dark as a cool wind whistles through the trees. The scar on your face and the rune on your chest both tingle and itch as you are used for the pleasure of the long-forgotten spirit. You nearly yelp with pain as her fingertips shift into dark talons for a brief moment, piercing the flesh of your upper shoulder, drawing rivulets of hot blood. You grit your teeth and bear the pain, the sting quickly forgotten as the sensations within you both build once more.

>Hours pass

Finally, with an aching finish that leaves your vision gray at the edges and sweat rolling from your body, it is over. Mushrooms and flowers burst into life around you as high, shuddering gasp is forced from her lips. She slumps against your chest, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile curling her lips as she traces a clawed finger along your neck, chuckling softly to herself. Despite her energetic fervor, not a drop of sweat mars her skin as she licks one of her thumbs, dabbing at the quartet of weeping gouged in your shoulder. Your grunt of pain brings a sly smile to her lips and she shrugs, tracing the bleeding welts.
"I warned you didnt I son of man? We lose control of ourselves in moments of.... Distraction."

She rises from your prone form, her bark skirt and layer of talismans returning ti her in between blinks of your eyes as she smirks at your restrained nudeness. You roll your eyes and tug pointedly at the restraining roots. With a coy grin and a shake of her head, she gestures and you are free.

>"Now, what can I do for you?"

>"Who are you"

>"Wanna go again?"

>Run

>Other

>>2648855
>>"Now, what can I do for you?"

>>2648855
>>"Now, what can I do for you?"
>>"Who are you"
Both relevant.

>>2648870
This.

>>2648855
>Other
Get dressed
Got some magic to fix the scratch on the shoulder?

You rise from your impromptu bed of decaying leaves and thin grass, dusting yourself off as you buckle your belt, cracking your neck and grinning at the reclining nature spirit.
"Now, you said something about needing something done? What can I do for you?"

She cuts her soft green eyes across the clearing amd gestures toward a small silvery white flower emerging from the leaf mould with unnatural rapidity.
"That flower is created from a drop of my essence. It is a direct conduit to... me. To my realm. To what remains of the Wild Court. If you pluck that flower and plant it somewhere near humans, where it can be found... I could remain. Without it...I will fade away to nothing. It took very nearly the last of my power to create it... I will fade from this mortal realm soon, I must rest"

You look down at the silvery white flower, its curling ivory petals revealing an interior of vivid scarlet shit through with veins of gold. Its scent reaches your nose, calling forth the image of ancient trees, flowering meadows, ripening fruit.

You turn back towards the spirit, shocked to see her form melding with that of the tree she leans against, sinking into it like soft clay. You step forward in shock and she smiles softly and sadly, resting a hand across her belly she shakes her head.
"Take the flower and perform this task for me. Please. I do not know how I will repay you but I will be forever grateful to you"

As more and more of her flesh is absorbed into the tree trunk, you realize something
"Wait... Who are you? What is your name?".

All that remains of her is her eyes and her smile as she smirks at your question.
"You ask now? Human indeed... I am Cameera, Daughter of The Wild King. Farewell Magnus, son of Man, Heir of Ruin"
And with that, she is gone, absorbed into the tree like a heavy stone on wet clay. You look downward towards the blooming flower, its leaves glowing with a faint golden light.

>Pluck the flower

>Leave it.

>Other

>>2648924
>>Pluck the flower
Probably use it to dick over an enemy.

>>2648924
>>Pluck the flower
We can even plant it in the next place we raid, so that by the time reinforcements come, they get wild hunt'd

>>2648924

> Pluck the flower

We'll plant it in the fertile ashes of the next moon temple we raze.

>>2648924
>Other
Dig up the flower, roots and all, plant it at the crag near your home. We will lend strength to our own.

>>2648951
This

>>2648975
anon i don't think we want to have a flower of the wild hunt living near our civilians

>>2648986
I agree with this anon

>>2648975
Plus they might die from the extreme cold of the crag

>>2648986
I think its more of a shrine or temple. not a place to call for murder. I'd rather we pick who is paying homage to this growing spirit and potential ally, than to give it over to an enemy.

>>2648996
She was a good fuck, but I prefer we not worship her.

>>2648975
This anon is correct. The rest of you are low IQ.

>>2648996
well she did say "where it can be found," and her father is the wild king, who presumably does the wild hunt, so i'd say it's pretty dangerous.
But how about this; we can pick it, take it home and see what duergir says, THEN plant it somewhere

>>2649023
No wild hunt in this, her father *was* a powerful nature spirit.

>>2649027
I wonder what kind of retirement home houses all the ex-powerful ancient spirits

bingo night must be crazy

>>2649027
Intriguing... I'll still support picking it, I'd quite like to hear what duergir has to say before we plant

>>2649029
Considering Vall quite literally skull fucked them.... Probably not very nice

>>2649033
Vall had some weird fetishes

>Pluck the flower.

You crouch down, pinching the base of the faintly glowing flower between two fingers. It takes a surprising amount of force before the stem separates, coming free with a flat chiming sound. You look around as you wrap the faintly shining bulb in a scrap of cloth, tucking it into your shirt as you stand. You incline your head in the direction of the tree Cameera faded into and turn on your heel, making your way back towards the camp.

Maybe its your own endless stamina or just the invigorating effects of passionate rutting but you feel energized, your own fatigue fading away as you scratch at the tingling welts in your shoulder, your feet quickly carrying you back to the camp.

The sky above is slowly brightening with the rising sun behind the jagged peaks ringing the valley when you arrive back in the perimeter. The yawning, sleepy eyed sentries blink in shock as you stride from the forest, your clothes stained with soil and mashed leaves. You wave away their questioning gaze and make your way directly to a smoldering cookfire. Yanking free a hunk of dark bread from the hands of one of Dagmars men you dunk it into the steaming pot of stew bubbling over. Soft, boiled roots and stringy goat fill your mouth with savory saltiness as you tear voraciously into the food, your stomach gurgling with hunger.

With raised brows and shrugs, the surrounding men begin packing up the camp as you scoop out more and more of the stew, filling your belly for the days march. Urhost rolls out of his tent, blearily rubbing his eyes as he stumbles over to Arvel, kicking the brute awake.

>Speak with Dagmar

>Speak with Urhost

>Speak with Arvel

>Get on the road

>Othern

>>2649231
>>Speak with Dagmar
>>Speak with Urhost
>>Speak with Arvel
Tell them the story, and to keep it fucking quiet until we can figure out what we want to do.

>>2649238
Maybe we shouldn't walk up to people and tell them we had sex with a tree.

>>2649238
Seems kind of counter productive if you tell people and expect them not to speak word of it. if they believe it. Get em drunk enough and they might spill the beans you know?

>>2649231
>Speak with Dagmar
Ask his if anything happened while we were on our walk and how far he believes us to be from our destination.

>>2649242
>>2649248
They are our most trusted dudes but alright, I'll change my vote >>2649238
to
>Get on the road
if you want to keep it quiet

>>2649256
one moment
>Dagmar
>a trusted dude
felt like i had to say it.

>>2649258
My bad, got his name mixed up with our scout leader

>>2649266
one of these days i wonder if he'll be a bro

>>2649270
we'd probably have to beat his ass and see how he responds. if he takes to it as well as arvel i wouldn't necessarily be opposed

>>2649231
>Get on the road
I wonder what had happened if we got a low roll for the fug

>>2649282
Bad things

>>2649231
>>Get on the road

Within minutes, fires are doused and smothered, sending tendrils of smoke skyward. Heavy packs are stuffed with cloaks and hides, loading onto groaning back. Bladders are emptied and skins refilled from a gurgling stream and as one, the column of Crag Wolf infantry gets on the move once more.

By nightfall, you will be upon the first of the villages on your path to Crescent Hall.

Your men march behind you, weapons sharpened and faces set with determination as Urhost and Arvel flank you. Arvels hatchet and buckler are freshly sharpened, the another edge of the blade glimmering evilly. Urhost shoulders his axe, rolling his bald head as he shoves your shoulder with his free hand.
"Where did you wander off to Magnus? Ya get lost out there?"
He laughs as you snort.

Arvel speaks up, looking at you incredulously.
"Ya went out in the old forest by bloody self? What'n the fuck fer? Theres ghosts in there. 'specially at night!"

>What say

>>2649326
"I had a good piss."
>Magus spits on the ground
"Wanna hear about my shit you ugly bastard?"

>>2649326
"No ghosts. Just echos. Need to talk to the old man when we get back to the crag. Might of fucked a tree." let them take it as they will.

>>2649334
this

>any other votes before I call it?

>>2649326
backing this >>2649334

>>2649334
Supporting

>>2649334
This.

>>2649326
>>2649326
this for sure >>2649334

You smirk to yourself, looking sidelong at Urhost and Arvel and shrug, spitting into the thick soil along the game trail.
"No ghosts. Just echos. Ill need to talk to the old man when we get back to the Crag"
You rub the back of your neck, raising your brow and turning to smirk at Urhost
"Might have fucked a tree."

Arvel chokes as he takes a swig from his waterskin and Urhost blinks owlishly, working his cheek between his teeth.
"You what?"

Arvel finally gets a breathe and spits out
"Ya fucked a bloody tree? We've only left the Crag three days ago an' yer already hurtin' that bad?"

Your laughter carries through the forest as the confusion of your lieutenants brings you no end of mirth. Pointedly ignoring Urhost's confused scowl and Arvels endless questions and remarks about splinters, you focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

>Speak with Urhost (what about)

>Speak with Arvel (about what)

>Speak with Dagmar (what aboot)

>Focus on the march (Timeskip)

>Other

>>2649595
>>Speak with Dagmar (what aboot)
We're getting close, surely his scouts have done some stuff, let's see if there's any game plan changes.

>>2649595
>Focus on the march (Timeskip)

If we aren't careful at this rate we will fuck Urhost. lets just focus on the walk.

>>2649607
This.

>>2649607
ill support this. ONWARD.

>>2649595
>Arvels endless questions and remarks about splinters
>kek.mp3

>Speak with Dagmar (what aboot)
You any your men feeling ready?

>>2649607
He had scouts? I thought it was just Wren.

Where is he anyways?

>>2649595
this >>2649607

>Speak with Dagmar.

You heft your pack and quicken your step, calling back over your shoulder towards your companions.
"Gonna talk with Dagmar. See if hes got his head out of his ass"

Urhost snorts and Arvel mutters darkly under his breathe, likely not a compliment towards the raid leader. You quickly close the small distance between your men and Dagmars, shouldering your way through the rabble of hide-armored raiders. Curses and muttered insults filter around you as you barge through the center of the throng, pushing out just behind and to the left of Dagmar.

The dark haired and scarred raider turns his head, some story falling still on his lips as he regards you, the tattoos on his neck and cheek twitching as he worka his jaw. Meier, the redheaded sniper, glares at you but minds his tongue wisely. Ryk, the masked berserker, gurgles out a wet growl, his painted leather mask smeared with blue and red dyes. Dagmar rolls his eyes and laughs to his cronies as he locks eyes with you, his step never faltering
"Well, seems he already forgot the order of things. I owe you that knife Meier. Magnus, your men march behind mine. Can you remember that?"
His cronies laugh as you bite your tongue, inhaling deep through your nose and repressing the urge to twist his head off like a chickens. Seeming ti sense your irritation he laughs and shakes his head
"A joke Magnus. A joke. What do you need? You wouldn't have stomped on Kor's foot like that if it wasn't important."

>what say?

>>2649638
Wren is returning from his scouting mission against Crescent Hall. He will rejoin you tonight.

>>2649688
Ask for his opinion on the worst and best case scenarios and if there's anything else he suspects we might encounter.
Might as well get to know him before some moonfag kills him. He have any grand tails to retell? Anything outstanding in his career as a cragwolf?

>>2649688
Hold our temper and turn the jibe into productive activity.
>"So I should assume your men are ready to march then Dagmar?"

>>2649688
"Yeah, my men were hoping to stare at ye' pretty asses. Have ya front forces seen anything? I'd hate have marched with twigs up my ass just so we're spotted before the raid."

>>2649762
We doing friendly Banter now?

>>2649688
Just wanted to double cheack the plan for takening this place
Are we hiting it from differnt agnles or you just going to bum rush it?

>>2649688
lets keep it cool. "The time is almost upon us. A review of the plan, I want to make sure we block their arrows and stay clear of yours. Will we act the role of attackers while your men skulk and murder?"

>>2649875
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNTSoizcvME

https://youtu.be/perM4JVZsxo

You fix Dagmar with a flat and steady glare that seems to remind the cocky Raider that you are a full head and shoulders above him and much stronger. He silences his men with a look and nods at you. You glare for a second longer before speaking
"Just wanting to make sure of your plan. What do you have in mind? Are we going to be driving into these villages headlong or are we creeping in close?"

Dagmar nods, chewing a wad of herbs against his cheek and spitting a jet of dark saliva before responding
"Well normally, we would be creeping in close and getting in under the cover of darkness. Have the raid already underway before they even know their under attack. But.... This time we WANT the alarm to be raised. We want panic. We want runners. We'll let them go free, not even taking thralls, just burning the villages and moving on."

You walk silently for a moment, mulling over the plan before nodding.
"And when we get to Crescent Hall? Whats your plan then?"

Dagmar cuts his eye at you, a brief scowl twisting his mouth before he sighs
"Ive told you. When the alarm is raised, a detachment of the town guard and the lancers garrisoned there will be sent to deal with us. We hit them on the road, take their horses and gear, return as victorious heroes. When they open the gates to let us through, the rest of us charge in while they hold the gatehouse."

You absorb the information and file it away with the efficiency of a trained mercenary. Recieving changing orders on the road were a constant annoyance but it was either adapt or die. You nod slowly and put forth your final question.
"Which village are we hitting first? Got something special in mind?"

Dagmar and Meier share a look before the raid leader grins darkly, spitting the wad of pulped herbs before he responds
"We're headed for Yoel's Chapel. Big rabble of peasants around some old abbey of one of their saints. When we torch the place that will really pinch their balls"
His men laugh and jeer, promising death, blood and violations of the highest order to the unlucky and unarmed villagers they are marching towards.

>Ask Dagmar something

>Speak with Urhost

>Speak with Arvel

>Other

>>2650184
Fixed it

>Ask Dagmar something

>Speak with Urhost

>Speak with Arvel

>March in silence (Timeskip)

>Other

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>>2650200
>Most of the fuckers you'll be going up against in the villages

>>2650184
I've got nothing else to ask.

>>2650184
>>March in silence (Timeskip)
At this point, all we need is a report from Wren and a stout mind.

>>2650184
>Other
"We have issue to clear, here and now; I know your reputation, you know mine. Our command and conduct differ. Save the depravity and need for entertainment for after the victory. Needn't be differences, or our men killing each other, either way would slow us down. If you can keep your wolves controlled and disciplined, mine will mind where their blades swing. Where we differ is much, but victory is common ground. Is there agreement?"

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>>2650205
I have nothing other than timeskip after my dialog, regardless of the response.

also "the thought of death finally releasing him from this shitty job brought a pained smile to his face."

You chew your cheek and walk in silence for a short distance before you speak up, fixing Dagmar with a cold stare.
"You and I? We have issue to clear, here and now Dagmar"
You growl, your voice rumbling out from your chest and making the ragged raiders give you a wide berth. Dagmar stares at you in outraged shock before spitting out
"And that is?"

You don't even blink as you plow on, making sure the cocky sadist knows where he stands.
"I know your reputation, you know mine. You might enjoy carving the faces from screaming women but I will have none of it. Our command and conduct differ. Save your depravity and need for entertainment for after the victory. There needn't be differences, or our men killing each other, either would slow us down more than Im happy with. If you can keep your dogs controlled and disciplined, mine will mind where their blades swing. Where we differ is much, but victory is common ground. Is there agreement or are you going to continue this childish display?"

All around you is silence as the entire column comes to a halt. Dagmars raiders watch you in awed silence, Ryk and Meier watch their leader with wide eyes, a wet gurgle sounding from Ryks throat. Dagmar chews his tongue, his eyes dilated and nostrils flared as he turns toward you, one hand gripping a curved dagger so tightly his knuckles crack before he exhaled slowly, a red flush creeping across his neck before he nods.
"Theres no need for... Hostility, between us. You do your job, my men will do theirs. I will make sure they restrain themselves. Happy?"
Without waiting for a response he turns on his heel, continuing the march down the game trail. From behind you, Arvel's voice comes over the sounds of dozens of footsteps.
"Fookin'ell!"

>Roll me 1d100 for the days march. Lets see what happens

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2650248

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2650248

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2650248
FUCKING SHIT

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2650248
dice+1d100

>63! Barely scraped by.

While the weather and trails of the last few days have been agreeable enough, it seems the spirits have lost their patience with your group. Thick, heavy clouds roll in, bringing with them wind, howling through the treetops. Behind the wind comes fat, heavy drops of rain that splatter against your skin like snowmelt. You grit your teeth and put one foot in front of the other as the trail turns from packed earth to sucking mud, the icy slop reaching up to your ankles.

For hours on end, for miles without seeming end, your column of damp, cursing, swearing warriors continues on. Under the ancient trees, their branches catching gallons of the icy rain, streaming rivulets pouring down at the slightest disturbance. As the old forest falls behind you, the newer growth at its edges becoming more apparent every step, you grit your teeth and soldier on.

By the time you finally make camp, everyone in the war party is soaked to the bone, drenched and shivering. The endless drizzle prevents fires from being built, from dry bedding being available. You resign yourself to a cold dinner and a long night when suddenly a shout of alarm sounds from one of the sentries. A kicking imitation of his yelp issues out of the forest and out of the damp and gloom steps Wren, flanked by his fellow scouts.

Turning towards the startled sentry he flicks a acorn at the man, chuckling to himself
"Id rather be startled than dead Dyal. I could be put an arrow through your neck and youd have never made a sound"

>Meet with seen and your lieutenants.

>It can wait, you need some rest

>other

>>2650256
That's a sexy number

I thought the speech with Dag was needless but meh.

>>2650326

>Meet with seen and your lieutenants.

>>2650326
>Meet with seen and your lieutenants.
Aby news Wren?

>>2650338
*any

>>2650326
>>Meet with seen and your lieutenants.

>>2650326
Fucking autocorrect.

Seen shouldve been Wren

>>2650342
supported. Lets chat with wren and the gang, hear what he has to say.

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So happy this quest is back!

>>2650326
>Meet with Wren and your lieutenants.

>>2650326
>>2650326
Meet with seen and your lieutenants

>Speak with Wren and your Lieutenants.

You rise from the semi-shelter of a thickly canopied tree and stand, nodding to Wren as he notices, lifting a hand in greeting. You call out to Urhost and Arvel, the soggy warriors prying themselves from their damp shelter and following you with no small amount of grumbling.

Wren shakes his head, his hide hood shedding droplets of water like a hound as he strides towards you, grabbing your extended forearm with a laugh.
"You managed to get this far without me? Why do you keep dragging me along?"
He chuckles, his layer of treated skins smeared with dyes and crushed leaves, resembling a strange bush more than a man. He looks around pointedly and leans closer
"You know theres a sheltered ridge not a mile from here right?"

You, Urhost and Arvel share a look as Wren laughs at your misfortune, the scouts Wren took with him filtering back into the skirmishes, sharing greetings and jokes with their fellow warriors. You mean back against a tree trunk, icy water trickling down your cheek and wave your hand
"Its too bloody late for that Wren. Ive no interest in hiking through this mess in the dark. What did you see?"

Wren chuckles and nods, rubbing his gloved hands together at your discomfort
"Right then. We spent a entire day watching the town, me and Pek and Alem. Its a sizeable place, probably two, three hundred living inside the walls while there's a sprawl of huts around the outside. The town is built up against the cliff face, the walls built right into it. Thats where we found our first bit. There's a crevice in the Cliff face a few hundred yards down from the walls. Its narrow at first but it widens up into a proper little cave system once you're inside. Its cut by water from an underground stream so the ceiling is a bit low but nothing awful. This cave leads to a small underground pool that one of the towns wells dips into. Some nimble men could climb right up inside from there"
His eyes crinkle up behind his mask, a sure sign of a broad smile behind it as you nod and wave your hand for him to continue.
"Well, the Town itself sits on a hill for the most part, a good view of the surrounding area, the roads, the river, the forest, you name it. All except for this one overgrown ditch. Some lazy farmer let it get out of hand and now its just completely hidden from view by these scrubby bushes. If we hop down into that ditch, we could be within spitting distance of the walls before they ever knew we were there!"

>Wren had finished his report
>There is a hidden crevice that can allow a small team access to the town via a well
>There is a overgrown ditch nearby allowing stealthy movement nearly up to the walls.

>Discuss your strategy

>Timeskip to tomorrow

>>2651648
>>Discuss your strategy
God damn, we can have a strike team and a stealth squad, so while wren and others are going ham, Magus can be in and attacking with friends. And they're safe while Dagnar makes his big rucus.

>>2651648
>Strategy: Sneak through the ditch with the bulk of the forces, and have another smaller group take the crevice. The sounds of battle will be the signal for the crevice team to attack ~5 minutes after the fighting begins. They will do their best to assassinate the sentries. See if we can get Dagmar's sniper to piss off the guards and get them lured to the other side of the town as well. Our men break the walls, Dagmar's berserker heads in through the crevice as well, he will be a surprise for everyone. Once we are over the walls, and the guards are likely rushing back to meet us, the raiders come from the front gate thats left alone, and hopefully the assassination team has opened.

>>2651648
I mistook the town for the Chapel village for a moment.
if i get this right, some men will sneak to the over grown ditch while a stealth team will enter through the well to open the gates

Meier and his sniper will probably give us covering fire while we charge from the ditch to the gate.

>>2651648
>>Discuss your strategy

>>2651667
So if I understand you, you want three separate teams? One team to sneak in through the well to assassinate anyone they encounter and open the gates, one to stick to the ditch and be ready to charge into town, and another to be at some far end of the wall to harass and attract the attention of their snipers?
Good plan but if we do it like that then the town might have enough time to rally. Sort of?

What if Wren's team simply sneaked in and opened the gates?

What time should we do this? During the day or at night?

>>2651700
here is the order of events, and only if dagmar plays along:

bulk of Magnus's warriors sneak through the ditch. Assassins in the well. Raiders at the gates but out of sight. The sniper kicks it off by picking off guards and pissing people off. We jump the wall, cause havoc on our end, a minute or so later the assassination team slips through the town to get the gate open and let the raiders in while the guard are busy fucking with us.

for the guard's desire attention it would be: get mad at sniper, go after him: realize they were bamboozled and go after magnus and crew, then get double bamboozled a bit later when they have raiders at their back. We let the civilians slip away and take maybe some choice loot. Get some real food. Steal some horses. whatever.

>>2651745
>We jump the wall
Say what now? Aren't these walls super tall? Like, do you want Magnus alone to scale the wall and start running and chopping people as he goes?

>>2651745
>Raiders at the gates but out of sight.
But the only way for Dagmar's skirmishers to be out of sight is at the ditch. Isn't it? if someone notices the hoade of blood thirsty raiders on the other side of the gate they might catch onto our ploy, or so I assume.

What do you think is a safer time to kick this off? During the day while there is more viability but the guards are relatively lax, or at night with low viability but the guards are more or less alert?

>>2651768
our goal is to sew discord, I think at night might work, but at the same time, how far away is the cavalry?

Adjust the plan to use a small force of archer scouts to harass the guards, then book it. The bulk of the force from there pops up over the wall with the rest taking the tunnels. We might also capture someone important trying to run. I doubt we are the only ones who know of that route.

The scouts can sew a little terror for the people fleeing, make this force seem bigger than it is.

As for day vs night. The Cavalry is at a disadvantage at night, so if we attack at a point where it will be night by the time there is a response; that would be best.

>>2651787
Wait fuck shit I was confusing the plans l. We still have to attack the Cavalry guys so some of are guys can disguise themselves as Cavalry so they can sneak in and keep the gates open for our hoards.

I think we would have an easier time ambushing them during daylight on a trail leading to Chapel.

Which settlement are we plotting to hit up?

>strategy for assault on crescent hill in 3 days time seems to be
>Use disguised raiders to gain entrance to the town and hold the gates
>Have Skirmishers harass guards with sniper fire
>Have strike team of Wren and Ryk move through the well and attack from the rear.
>Magnus and second strike force scale the walls and sow chaos to draw away guards from the gates.

>Bueno?

>>2651829
Crescent Hall. Dagmar has the battle plans for the raids against the outlying villages. You'll receive them before the battle starts.

>>2651840
Looks fine to me

>>2651840
I guess!

>>2651840
lets do it.

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>>2651840
Do it

Your strategy decided, you spend the next hour or so hashing out details with Wren and Urhost. Arvel, knowing a conversation above his pay grade, excuses himself and retires to a huddled conversation with Balon and Lionel.

The valley of the moon, according to Wren, is mobilizing for war. Ragged streams of green recruits, armored columns of legionairres and bands of lancers march along the roadways. All headed north. According to the far ranging ears of the scout master, a horde of Highlanders has besieged the Gates, the painted madmen fighting tooth and nail to pierce the iron hide of the Legion. If that weren't enough, the Wildfolk seem to have risen as one, forged together under one banner. They aren't allied with the Highlanders it seems, but they aren't killing each other for the most part. Wren wraps himself with an oiled skin and leans against a tree trunk, watching the storm pass overhead.
"Theres never been a better time than now"

That phrase repeats in your ears as you fall asleep finally, well after midnight. Your dreams are murky, shadowy things, the healing welts on your shoulder and the carved rune in your chest burning and itching as conflicting presences twist and coil about your mind. A angled helm, horned and terrible in visage, wrought from ebon steel and carved with marching lines of tunic script, the eyes within burning with unholy rage. A crown of antlers and bone, living wood and leaf, twisted into beauty and ferocity. Two voices call your name. Two powers lay claim to your soul.

The Ruin and The Wild. Death and Rebirth. Iron and Bone.

You wake with a start as the internal conflict rises to a fever pitch, forcing you awake. Urhost withdraws his hand, his face drawn in concern as he crouches next to you.
"Y'alright Magnus? You were tossin' an' turnin' there."

You clear your throat and wipe sleep from your eyes as you sit up, coughing and nodding as you take a swig of a proffered cup, the water fortified with ale.
"'m'alright. Im fine. Just a dream"

Urhost nods sagely, taking back the cup and swigging from it before pulling you to your feet with a grunt
"We all have those Magnus. I know how they are"

You chuckle darkly and shake your head, striding on without an answer. He doesn't know these dreams. None of them do.

>Dawn assault on York's Chapel.
>You will be commanding one unit of 30 Raiders. Urhost and Wren are in command of 30 Warriors and 30 Skirmishers respectively.

>Timeskip to battle

>Speak with Dagmar

>Speak with one of your lieutenants

>Pray? (You have no tongue for it)

>Other

>>2652081
>>Timeskip to battle
Let's go ahead and get this done. There'll be plenty of time to talk when this lot is burning.

>>2652081
>Yoel's Chapel not York's

>>2652081
>Pray?
Pray to Vaal the all father for a badass fight

>>2652098
This but then straight to >>2652089
Putting off battle just makes the tension of waiting worse.

>>2652098
We pray to Vaal by having a by having a bad ass fight.

>pray to Vall then timeskip
>This may actually provide a bonus to things that shall remain nameless.
>What say?

>>2652124
>"Battle pleases you, Vaal, so grant me one request, grant me victory! And if you do not listen, then to hell with you!"

>>2652124
Pray to Vaal and ask what would be more epic: be a whirlwind of doom using our spear and lightning sword, or be a blunt for of death and punch everything to death.

>>2652141
Maybe not that last part, please? I do not want to piss off the guy who fucked all the gods raw.

>>2652144
*force of death

>>2652098
>Pray
"I've no tongue for beautiful words. Vall, you brought me here to conquer and bring conflict. I do this for you, and for myself! Guide my men today, for I handle myself. Do this and I will honor you with more conquest and conflict, and if you dont heed me? To hell with you. *Take a breath* Forest Woman, see that I live this day so I can honor your wants, and grant you your boon, to see you remembered in the minds of many as a great spirit...instead of a good rut. When I've finished up-heaving the world, you can claim your own plot."
>Speak with Dagmar
Let dagmar know your plan, see if he will play along. then
>Timeskip

Once you are away from the others, Dagmars men and your own being shouted into groups and formations, you stop and look upwards, taking a deep breath as your hand clenches on the pummel of your dagger.
"I've no tongue for beautiful words. Vall, you brought me here to conquer and bring conflict to this world. I do this for you, for my people and for myself! Guide my men today, protect them from their foes and bring strength to their arms for I handle myself. Grant me this and I will honor you with more conquest, more bloodshed, more cities razed in your name... and if you dont heed my request? To hell with you."
It may be your mind playing tricks on you but it feels as though a presence stands behind you for a moment, the hair on your neck and arms standing up.

Clearing your throat you continue. "Cameera, Forest Woman, see that I live this day so I can honor your wants, and grant you your boon. Guard my flesh this day to see you remembered in the tales of men as a great spirit...instead of a good fuck. When I've finished up-heaving the world, you can claim your own plot."
Again, it may be a trick of the wind but the trees around you seem to rustle against the wind, their branches waving with unnatural vigor.

>Cont

>>2652081

>Timeskip to battle
Our prays will be the sound of metal on fleash and bone

>>2652354
>Timeskip

You stand against the treeline, your men gathered at your back. To your left flank, Urhost, Arvel, Balon, Lionel and Run stand with a mixed force of Raiders and Warriors. Spears and axes, Shortswords and daggers gleam in the early morning light as they stand silently, eying the village of Yoel's Chapel.

To your right is Dagmar, the dark haired Raider twirling his serrated shortsword, pacing like a wolf. Fast and heavy, he breathes through his nose, working his neck as his men shuffle and fidget, the energy of oredators waiting to lunge. The dawn dew condenses on shields and weapons, dripping down their cured skins and dampening their furs.

At the far edges of the warparty, Wren and Meier stand with their Skirmishers. Bow and javelin, sling and the rare crossbow are readied. Egg shaped stones and sharpened bolts, stubby spears and barbed arrows await the chance to soar through the air with deadly effect.

Before you, across several hundred yards of fields filled with dozing livestock and ripening crops. Gourds and grains, tubers and bulbs, the sweat of these poor farmers brows and their defense against the winters starvation. Long and stout barns hold their summers harvest, food enough to feed their families and sell the excess.

The village itself is a collection of stone and wooden homes built in widening rings around the hulk of an ancient chapel. The resting place of some saint or another, it towers over the other buildings of the village like a bull among goats, its stone walls patched in places with thick beams and planks of hardwood. The roof at one time was shingled in stone and decorated by grinning visage of winged maidens and armored knights. Now it is sagging beams of weathered wood, bundles of straw and reeds slathered in sealing clay.

Dagmar stops his pacing as his men begin stamping and banging weapons together, the tempo and volume increasing rapidly. He hefts his blade, his jagged edged buckler held in a loose grip.

You reach your hand to the hilt of your...

>Select one or two weapons. Selecting one allows you to utilize a weapons special traits while selecting 2 to dual wield lets you deal more attacks. Selecting the shield allows you to utilize it defensively

>Storm-Blade

>DarkSteel Spear

>Throwing axes (can be used as hatchets)

>Blessed Great shield (+15 Armor)

>>2652483
>>Storm-Blade
>>DarkSteel Spear
All in

>>2652483
>Storm-Blade
>DarkSteel Spear
We can afford to go wild, thanks to the boon of he who hungers eternally

>>2652488
>>2652492
These.

>>2652492
we shouldn't be going up against anything too bad here. might as well go balls out.

>Storm-Blade: Legendary Great Weapon:2A 2D 2DD (3DD when wielded as Main weapon)
>DarkSteel battle spear: Enchanted Great Weapon: 2A 2D 2DD (3DD when wielded as main weapon)
>3/3 Heavy Throwing Axes: 1A 2DD eaxg
>200/200HP
>60 armor
>Check Character sheet for weapon skills.

You reach down to your hip, your fingers wrapping around the leather grip of the Storm blade. The tip heavy, curving greatsword slides free of the ebony and steel she's the with the smooth rasp of steel on steel. The hilt tingles the skin of your hand, electric pulses that speak of the ancient power locked within the blade. Reaching across your shoulder you pull free the DarkSteel spear, the thick ironbound shaft fitting solidly in your hand as you roll your shoulders, the familiar weight of the weapons setting your blood singing.

With a wordless roar, Dagmar charges forward, his raiders following him in a howling rush. Meier and Ryk lead their men after him, Meier curving around the edge of the fields, small groups of men breaking off as convenient firing positions are found. Ryk howls like a feral beast, his paired hatchets in his hands, his belt studded with an array of serrated daggers. Leaping and sprinting, the berserker pulls to the lead, following Dagmar like the dog he is.

You take a deep breathe and follow the example, bellowing into the sky so loudly the ground around your feet shakes. Your men bash their weapons against shields, their roar of bloodlust like the fall of an avalanche. Urhost and Arvel follow your lead, bellowing in challenge, your combined voices shaking dust from the eaves of Yoel's Chapel. With a pounding doorstep, you throw yourself into motion, blades gripped in white knuckled grip

>What do?

>You have 2 Orders available for Wren and Urhost. What do you have them do?

>>2652633
>kill guards, ignore fleeing civilians.

>throw flame onto the roof of the large building. The straw and clay with timber should catch quickly enough.

>>2652633
>doorstep

How the fuck does footstep autocorrect?!?!

>>2647068
>discord

Disgusting.

>>2652673
Anon, did you make a post just say discord is disgusting you fucking faggot?

>>2652639
But then we can't loot them on our way back from raiding the town.

>>2652633
A few of Wren's men keep an eye out for any surprises (i.e. early Calvary encounter). A few of Urhost's men will give chase after those who fee. Not to actually kill, just to scare the living shit out of them.

Other than that just kill em

>>2652633
We have to make a noise kill gurdd but let people leave
Mybe butn that saints place down that will get people coming

>>2652639
This, if only because the guards are a clear and present threat, and civilians are not. Burning buildings will cause chaos and possibly hinder defenders.

>>2652713
We not getting much loot this time anyway so it dosnt matter and all the nice shit going to be in the big town any ways

>>2652722
>>2652718
How about we burn just a few homes down so the cavalry can spot the smoke?
Can we loot the church before setting it aflame? I have a good feeling it might have at least one decent artifact for being dedicated to a saint.

If the majority are guards, what if we kill all the guards then intimidate the survivors into surrendering? We'll get a bunch of thralls that way. More Thralls means more people to carry the loot.
Can we keep the farm animals alive too?

>>2652753
We can try Anon, but this is a terror mission.

>>2652753
no thralls this time we want the enemy to respond to the fleeing survivors

>>2652753
And we onlt getting like 40% of total loot couse this isnt our raid

>>2652713
you fail to heed the plan. we sack the satelite towns around the big town, wack the nest enough to piss off the cavelry, kill the cavelry, go back to town in their disguise. win.


Alsoooo. Slaves are the best loot. Very big ROI.

>>2652799
We need booze for the young boys grad party and cooking stuff for thr cookies for our girl

>>2652799
Fair point. Maybe it's my greed talking.

>>2652813
Speaking of that dose anyone rember all the orders we had for this raid to bring back?

>>2652823
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2478352/
not really? the details are fuzzy.

>>2652823
>>2652834
Tagarth thinks this is a trap, so we're here as back up.

>>2652639
Why not

>>2652695
I sure did, blow me discord fag.

>>2652851
Okay, but I teeth a little.

Rolled 33, 60 = 93 (2d100)

>Engage Villagers and guards
>Urhost engages villagers and guards
>Wren and Skirmishers fire the houses and barns, maintaining a watchful eye for Lancers or patrols

>Roll me 3d100+15 for orders (drilling with your men has been a help) Best of 3. Beat my rolls. Your third roll must beat 50 to be a success

Rolled 96, 86, 83 + 15 = 280 (3d100 + 15)

>>2652880
Glad we did this training

Rolled 91 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2652880

>>2652889
I still need 2d100+15 m80

>>2652880
holy shit

Rolled 85, 95 + 15 = 195 (2d100 + 15)

>>2652892
oops

well that was some fucking brutality we just unleashed

>>2652897
hhhnnnnnnn 120 gonna bust a fat nut to this

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>>2652887
>>2652897
VAAL GUIDES US!

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>>2652887
>>2652897
>Mfw

>>2652904
dude roll that last Bo3.

Rolled 59, 86, 84 + 15 = 244 (3d100 + 15)

>>2652880

I think I need a change of pants

>96+15=111 vs 33. Your group does astoundingly well!
>86+15=101 vs 60. Urhosts group tears into the peasants
>95+15=110 vs 50. Wren and his Skirmishers set the fields and barns aflame

Your barreling charge takes you straight down the center, just to the left of Dagmar and his raiders. Already, the farthest homes from the chapel are being broken into, their screaming inhabitants silenced with the meaty smack of steel on flesh. Torches are flung onto rooftops and through windows, the clay daubed thatch catching fire almost instantly despite the damp. Arrows, their tips wrapped in burning oilcloth bury themselves in wooden walls and rooftops. Thick, dark ugly smoke coils upward in greasy streams as the raid punches into the depths of the village like a freshly mounted maiden.

You vault a low wall of stacked stones on the edge of a field, gourds pulled under your boots as a sleepy eyed villager stumbles from his home, his eyes widening as he takes in your visage. A giant, in his eyes, carved in chain and skins, fists of steel and face hidden behind scarred steel. Blades of blued and blackened steel clutched in those iron hands, their edges gleaming foul intent. His mouth opens in a impending shout of alarm as you step forward and *thrust* with Storm-Blade, the blade of legend punching through the center of his chest. Nerveless fingers drop the rusted hoe in his hands as crimson spreads across the ragged sack cloth tunic concealing his flabby frame. His eyes roll up in his head, his body simply giving up against shock and pain as you twist the blade, ripping it free and spilling his innards across the wall, spraying you with his blood.

Behind your helm, your face is locked in a rictus of rage and bloodlust, eyes wide and teeth clenched as you search for your next victim.

>Head for the Chapel

>Engage these peasants (engage groups of 1d4 opponents)

>search out the guards (engage 2 rounds of 1d3 opponents)

>Other

>>2652964

>Head for the Chapel
its where the valuables likely are, and more importantly, the moonies. these townies are worthless. Plus Dagmar and his men are in the bloodlust as much as you now, they will know what to do.

>>2652964
A peasant is a poor offering to the previous owner of this blade. To the chapel we go. There are probably some souped up priests and paladins/monks.