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Memories of Bordeleaux came into the mind of the Knight as the scent of sea water came to him. It was a distinct smell that rubbed against his throat with tang. The subtle smell of algae joined it as the always present water became a spawning pool for mold.

After what was weeks underneath the earth Lucian did not deny himself this grace. That he could see the sun dancing above his head was enough to brush away any foul emotions that grew from being in the sunless underearth.

His eyes looked upon the vessels that were scattered across the docks. They were all resting in the river basin which led to the proper sea. A weird place Lucian learned was both filled with salt water but also fresh water.

Underneath him he could feel the powerful steps of Nightshade. The beast just as happy as he is for being outside in the sunlight.

“That there!” Adok called out as he pointed a finger towards one of the vessels, “Saint Windel, they are the ones who will drop us off at Albion.”

Lucian’s eyes glanced upon it, focused on the numerous men working on the deck. All of them had beards but short hair, something that was extremely common among the Imperials he realized. In Bretonnia catching a man, let alone a noble, with a beard was impossible. Yet here in the Empire it was common for their kin.

They were just about to walk upon the docks when a pair of guards came up to them. In a practiced motion Lucian unbuckled the parchment from his belt and shined to the assembled swordsman the numerous documents that he carried about his waste. One from Bordeleaux, another from Bastonne, and a third from Karak Ziflin. The men looked at these documents then glanced at the massive monster that was the Kroxigor Bok.

Swordsman they were, the warriors backed away then, allowing the group through without saying a word.

Lucian saw Adok giving him a smile and the Knight had to share the same.

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The room the group of warriors and priests arrived at was large, too large to be a standard barracks. This was because in his wisdom Adok had purchased a storage hold within the ship instead of a series of rooms. With the sheer amount of beasts they were all transporting made it a necessity.

Lucian laid himself on the wooden floor, placing his head on Nightshade’s stomach as he did so. Adok was sitting on the rear of the wagon working on the scythe that he had created in the bowels of Karak Kol. It was a finished blade but finishing touches were a constant effort.

“Close we are.” Tee-Nee-Tyny said as it looked over the room, “Tee-Nee-Tyny shall control the winds to steer our course true, unless the forces of Chaos send their warriors on the sea.”

“Northman raids have not been happening too much from what I gathered.” Adok told the group as he washed the blade, “In his death the Bretonnian High King gave them quite the wound.”

“Are we sure to say that?” Lucian asked as he sat himself on the horse’s stomach, “Our trip through the underways was too smooth. My blade has not bled a single monster since it was forged.”

“Thats because we got the blessing of Grombrindal! And he gave me a good set of directions.” Joked Adok as he stopped working at the blade and looked up, “By my Ancestor's Beards I met the White Dwarf! I can return to Karak A Karak in triumph!”

“The Spirit who walks the ages asked that he not be spoken of.” Tee-Nee-Tyny told Adok as he licked his eyes.

Adok simply gave Tee-Nee-Tyny a distasteful look as a good point was made. He shook his head in annoyance with a huff.

“So how long upon the waters do you think we will be?” Lucian asked as he felt the vessel slowly move and shutter.

“A week I am told, but our friend here can made it shorter.” Adok said as he presented a hand towards Tee-Nee-Tyny with little gusto.

They did not spend much time there, only a night in the grand city of Marienburg. Yet Lucian had learned his lesson to not stay within an area for long lest he run the risk of Chaos rearing its head. Now upon the ship he would need to do something to take off the fact that something was surely going to happen out in sea.

>Help out the crew, they could always use a strong hand
>Explore the vehicle, perhaps go through the storage
>Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power.

>>5901473
>Practice and meditate with the scythe.

We are a commoner no more. Let them do their work

>>5901473
> Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power

>>5901473
>>EXPLORE
MEETING PEOPLE
TALKING
FUCKING ABOUT
SHOWING OFF!!!

>>5901473
>Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power
This is their Lady appointed task, just as the Destruction of Undeath is ours, it would damage the honour of all involved

>>5901473
>>Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power.

>>5901473

>Explore the vehicle, perhaps go through the storage.

We'll have all the time in the world to train on the boat, and it's been a while since we explored a non-hostile location.

>>5901473
>Help out the crew, they could always use a strong hand

Practive
>>5901490
>>5901507
>>5902071
>>5902201

Explore
>>5901511
>>5902414

Help the crew
>>5902609

For the record it looks like smiting won the last vote:
Rune of Flight
>>5898240

Rune of Banishment
>>5898537
>>5898646
>>5898811
>>5899426

Rune of Smiting
>>5898615
>>5898670
>>5898736
>>5898918
>>5899117

>>5902674
So funny thing, the rune is technically from the Axe of Dargo, which is the legendary weapon of Karak Kardin. Karak Kardin is specially known as the Karak of Slayers, with the Slayer King upon its throne.

I guess Lucian will not be escaping the Slayers.

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Lucian could feel the ship move from one side to the other. It reminded him of his battle against the Hellpit Abomination. A monster so large that its attacks caused the very ground to become so much less solid than it should have been. Here he experienced it in a slower, but constant form that threatened to work at his senses.

Falling to it he did not though. It was not that he did not feel the pain of it all but that his mind and body was somehow above that threshold of pain. He could tolerate far more than a normal man, and even Dwarf, as Lucian had last seen Adok lying in bed grumbling in pains.

Within his lap was the newest creation of the Dwarf, a scythe of blackened metal and whose size was somewhat greater than before. Previously it was a farming instrument that was steadly increased in quality and strength by the Dwarf’s hands but this one was no longer that. Made by Dwarfen Steel in the dead keep of Karak Kol it was far stronger than the last one in a material sense. It was also far heavier than before, like trying to pick up a beast.

He was strong enough though. Slowly taking the weapon into his hands to feel out the weight of the instrument. As he did so the rune that was settled upon it, Kel-Thezar, glowed with a powerful yellow light as Lucian felt his flesh shaken by it. Responsibility was what weighed within his hands for he knew in an instant that the scythe was no longer just a simple weapon.

There was barely a thing he could compare it to. While the enchantment did not fight him he felt as though there was no holding back. If he made a simple strike against the nearest wall, Lucian will rend a hole into the side of the ship as large as a small child. If used against a man who was unlucky, Lucian will not only cleave the man in two but tear asunder the entirety of his flesh.

Where the armor wanted to give into wanting fury the scythe threatened it. It was a threat that Lucian needed to be wary of.

It was as the weapon was so delicately balanced within his hands that Lucian saw someone come towards him from the right.

The man looked… foreign. The Knight could not place exactly where he was from for he did not sport the massive beards of the Imperials nor did his hair looked as cared for as a Bretonnian Noble. Lucian would call the man a well off Peasant, similar to what he was before the destruction of his home.

He looked over Lucian’s weapon with curiosity and a close eye. Lucian felt like he wanted to hide away his scythe, or perhaps keep it close away from the prying eyes of a man who looked as disheveled as he.

Not to mention that the man had a stench of the dirt upon him. A scent the Knight was all to familiar with working both the Gardens of Morr and walking through the Underway for the last few weeks.

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“Do you need something?” Lucian asked the man as he eyed him.

“Quite the nice scythe you have there Sir Knight.” He said taking Lucian’s words as an invitation to get even closer, “Your weapon and armor are excellent Sir Knight! I don’t think I have ever seen a set like yours.”

“Thank you…” Lucian felt the oddness increase as he flushed his hand, “As I asked before, did you need something?”

“Is there a problem with a man admiring good things?” The man said in something that was not an accent. It was a gummier way of talking that he never really heard others use, “I don’t think it's a crime. You’re so decorated, Sir Knight, you look like something that's jumped out of the pages.”

“Flattery will not get you anywhere.” Lucian told the man as he made sure his green eyes were sharply turned in his direction.

The man acted there as if he did not hear it. Or perhaps he did not understand what Lucian was trying to get at. If he was born on the wrong side of the shed then that would make a little more sense.

Or was it something else. If Lucian learned anything from the fool Wigmar it was someone might not be who they present themselves to be.

“C-can I touch it?” He asked with a hesitant hand.

A stupid idea, Lucian knew, for the man could surely feel the magic that was contained within the rune. While Lucian did not feel defeated or overwhelmed by the weapon, that was because he had gotten used to having only a single rune active. He feared what would happen if a normal man did do something as mundane as touching it.

Would he explode? Would he simply pass out from the strain? Actually Lucian was a little curious but would he allow it to take his sense of right?

“Are you sure?” Lucian asked to make sure, “This weapon is of magic, and can harm you greatly if wielded so lightly.”

“I don’t think it will do much if I touch it.” The dullard said in a gummy mock.

>Sure, touch it
>You can wield it for a moment
>No, definitely no
>Remove him with reasonable force.

>>5902706
>No, definitely not.

Our oath is to pay respects to all peasantry as they are due. Letting them get zapped by dwarven rage magic is not inside that definition.

>>5902706
>No, definitely no
This 100% feels like a classic Arthurian set-up, this guy is going to be some kind of crazy monster that steals our scythe
Also
>Lucian the Man-Slayer

>>5902706
>>No, definitely no

>>5902706
>No, definitely no
>Write in
>take the scythe and fully raise in height.
>"Don't make another step toward me"
>"This is my weapon, and cannot and will not be touched by hands that cannot understand its power. It will do much if you touch it and i take the decision now to spare you from it. You are dismissed, leave me to my training and do not ask again to touch my scythe."


Ask tyny and adok if they feel anything in the ship (its a small area so i doubt they will have issues), also go and give a pat to Truffles and Nightshade.
i never heard a human voice being defined has gummier, i doubt Lucian did has well. SO keep our guard.

>>5902706
>No, definitely no
>This weapon represents a blessing and a curse but it is only mine to bear

>>5903158
Id post a pic, but that would be a spoiler.

>>5902706
>>Remove him with reasonable force.
NOGET
MERLINSTHE FUCK
IN MYOOOOOUT
QUEST

>>5902706
>Sure, touch it

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Lucian rose from his place, easily standing over the man with his full height. Lucian might not have been a Knight for all his life yet he grew like one of the Nobility. It was only clear to him more as he was easily a head taller than the man who began to look meek under his gaze.

“Do not make another step towards me, Peasant.” Lucian made sure to accent his words as an attempt to stamp into the head of the other what his desire was, “This is my weapon, forged in the Grey Mountains by the hands of a Dwarfen Runesmith. Someone like you cannot understand the power that a Runesmith placed into the weapon.”

“But-”

“I am doing this for your own safety as well as all upon this vessel.” Lucian admitted as he gave a glare at the puggy face of the fool, “I seem to value your life more than you yourself do. Morr will not take you today, so leave.”

There was a sudden sneer upon the face of the man who had been so thoroughly rejected by Lucian. He showed his back to the Knight but kept up a series of glances as to keep his eyes upon Lucian and the weapon.

The fool was trouble.

The Black Knight made his way back to his room. There he could see the worn out Adok rolling amongst the cart as Truffles ate some hay that they gathered from Marienburg. The white haired donkey looked happy eating. If the donkey had any issues walking across the entire continent then Lucian did not see it in those eyes. If it remembered his home was another fact he did not know. It has been a long while.

Glancing over Lucian saw in one corner the large form of Bok sleeping. Well, Lucian guessed the Kroxigor was sleeping but it looked more like a statue lying on the floor. No real movements, it even looked like it had stopped breathing. Looking above its head was the Skink, a small flow of magics dancing across his hands as he focused on

“Tee-Nee-Tyny.” Lucian said somewhat formally, “Can you, uh, see if there are magical things on the ship. I just had a meeting with an odd man and wanted to make sure he was not some foul omen or worse.”

The Skink opened an eye towards Lucian for a moment, “Warmblood suspects treason upon this watercraft?”

“Yes, I do.” Lucian said simply. Really why wouldn’t he expect trouble, he does tend to find things that bring ruin.

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Tee-Nee-Tyny closed his eye and focused once again upon the magics that were dancing across his hands. Lucian could not help but stare at the odd colors that were dancing within his palms. They were soft, almost as if the Skink was holding a bright cloud within his hands that subtly glowed. Thin flows of electricity flowed in between his fingers as he twisted his wrist in another direction.

If there were symbols Lucian could not see them. If there was a method here Lucian did not know it. Beyond even Runes these true magics and sorceries was something that he did not know of.

“This one does not feel the presence of active magics besides what is known.” The Skink said as an eye once again opened, “If Chaos is afoot, this one has already told the ruinous he is here.”

“They… already know you are here?” Lucian checked to make sure he was understanding his fellow Priest correctly.

“Because Tee-Nee-Tyny practices so openly that Chaos knows.” He admitted with a slow nod. Lucian would admit first and foremost that Tee-Nee-Tyny looked somewhat cute still, an odd sense of the beastial person being somehow pleasing to the eye. Yet there was something aged within his words, “Slowly will this one be able to stop, but together with the warmblood can search the vessel for foreign magics.”

“Are we talking an hour, or will it be tomorrow?”

“When next the star rises.” It answered while licking its opened eye.

>Leave things be for the moment
>Go on an investigation with the Skink
>Look around alone

>>5903659
>Investigate with The Skink

>>5903659
>>Go on an investigation with the Skink

>>5903659
>Go on an investigation with the Skink
Hell yeah, we'll play goodskink badknight investigating all up this ship

>>5903659

>Go on an investigation with the Skink.

>>5903659
>Go on an investigation with the Skink

If he smells like dirt is he a grave robber?

Also we made a vow to treat peasants with respect.

>>5903659
>Leave things be for the moment

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The day went by as Lucian waited for Tee-Nee-Tyny to get to place where the Lizard could leave his magics be. Why it took so long Lucian could not guess, but perhaps it was because of how dangerous the magics he worked were.

If it was anything like the Runes that were settled on the blade and armor of the Knight, then perhaps it was as dangerous as they were. His Scythe now could easily bring this vessel to the bottom of the sea, the magics he wielded could probably do so by accident.

Standing near one of the few stairs that led to the surface of the vessel, Lucian watched as Tee-Nee-Tyny brought his hands out and began turning them as if he was moving something extremely delicate. The same misty lightning seemed to crawl across his hands as he tapped into the winds of magic.

“Senses and eyes opened, sight has been gifted to Tee-Nee-Tyny.” He said while brushing his hands across the scene before him, “Guide this one, for safety of themself and others.”

Lucian gave an affirmation while taking a position infront of the Skink. With him as the vanguard the Knight was able to guide the Skink across the boat and the area as one would hope and expect.

There were a few sailors, a mix of Imperials and Bretonnians from Lucian’s reckoning, who almost ran into the Skink. For those who were Bretonnian just a simple movement of the armor to get their attention quickly drew the men to bow in reverence of the Knight. Imperials took a little bit more, with one of them having to be carefully handled by Lucian.

No harm was brought upon him, but Lucian could tell the fear the man had as he noticed the green eyes of the Black Knight.

They made their way across the deck. First they swept the top decks to make sure nothing was hiding in plain sight before following their way down through the bowels of the ship. Going through the numerous cargo holds and even a few rooms.

A few hours had gone by after just taking a look at the top of the vessel and a few of those rooms and holds. It was only when they made it into another of the cargo holds that they met him again.

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When they turned into the next cargo hold the man who looked somewhat decrepit was facing the two of them with a little confusion. He gave a smile, one that did not have all the teeth in it, “Sir Knight!”

“Peasant.” Lucian said as he brushed off the man.

Or at least he tried as the man simply stood there without getting out of the way.

“Sir Knight, what are you doing here?” He asked as his gums flapped and spit was parsed through his lips.

“We are investigating for any signs of Chaos.” Lucian said straightly as he stared down the man, “Are you going to stay in my way?”

“B-but are you?” He smiled as he spoke those words, “Your eyes, they are mutant.”

That was a horrible insult. So horrible that Lucian could not even call himself offended by hearing it. Lucian knew the man was hiding something now, nearly guaranteed, for he clearly was not doing so because he feared Chaos. It would have been like those sailors earlier, their fear written upon their face.

He was simply standing in their way.

>Hold him back while the investigation finished, just body blocking
>Use some force against him
>Perhaps it is time to interrogate him
>Leave him be, perhaps we stalk him now

>>5904592
>>Perhaps it is time to interrogate him

>>5904592
>Perhaps it is time to interrogate him
Still so upset with Anons for choosing glowing green eyes in a setting where only the evilest shit glows green

>>5904734
We THOUGHT it was a punishment.

>>5904592
>Interrogate it

I am not sure... I don't want to break the oath about mistreating peasants, but is this one a peasant? If somene is not a noble then they are peasant, just like that no matter how well off? Is tinytiny a peasant... I don't want to go full jew trying to bend the rules and go lawful evil.......... Look, the thing he wants the most is to touch the blade or us. TOUCHING seems to be the key here... are they a fey, chaos, mutant or something else? What are they...

>Leave him be

>>5905264
>Perhaps it is time to interrogate him

He just besmirched our honor and the cities rulers and knights for allowingus to walk around. Think that puts us in the clear.
>>5904592

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Lucian’s hands moved fast, his hands reaching out towards the tunic of the rotten man and pulling him towards the Knight. Lucian felt ease in this move as the man barely weighed anything against the horrors that he had seen. The Black Knight had challenged giant bats, Hellpit Abominations, and his fellow man without another thought.

If this man, this peasant, thought he could stay in Lucian’s way then that was going to be a problem.

“You listen to my words, peasant.” Lucian made sure to apply the same kind of venom that Gillot had given him. The kind that was clearly meant to scare the daemons of any man lesser than he was into compliance, “You’ve been standing in my way for long enough and tried to play us. No more.”

“C-come on Sir Knight,” He tried to weasel his way out of the situation as if that was always what he could do, “You would not hurt an innocent man. Arn’t you Knights suppose to be the most noble?”

“Obstructing my duties is not something a peasant can do. For while I vow to protect others, the Gods know that you are not to be counted as the meek.” Lucian announced as he raised his hand. It was an easy move, doing so bringing up the unnamed man with ease, “Who are you, and why are you obstructing me?”

“Hehe, Sir I don’t think I need to answer to you.” His gummy face grew a smile as Lucian starred into him. That fear that radiated from the numerous peasants and sailors on this vessel was non-existant.

Lucian held his confusion as the man yelled, “HELP! I AM BEING REPRESSED! HELP!”

The bellow of the man rocked the ship easily. Lucian glanced at the man with an incomprehensible expression as if he heard something most stupid. After all, was it not the normal lot of life for peasants to be oppressed. He was on the other side of that coin and knew no one would care.

But it was when the people gathered from both the deck and the depths of the vessel. Numerous sailors of the same mix from above, Imperials and Bretonnians, each of them looking in wonder at the situation before them.

While those from his homeland looked with some understanding, it was the Imperials who looked upon Lucian with sickening eyes. It was as if Lucian was a monster preying upon their fellow countryman. That he was committing an action so foul that it bordered on taboo.

And then a man whose dress was closing in on Lucian’s own decor walked in from the deck.

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“By the name of Ulric, put that man down!” Bellowed the decorated man as he walked onto the scene. Lucian felt confusion upon his brow and did not move, causing the man to yell his commands again, “I said put that man down, knight!”

Lucian was starting to get a sense of what was happening, so he slowly placed the gummy man on the hardwood floor so that he could fully face the man, “This man was getting in the way of my investigation. As he was imposing, he perhaps know something I need to know.”

The man looked at Lucian with something close to contempt, “Bretonnian, this is a Marien Vessel! Our city-state had escaped the tyrant grip of the Empire long before you were a fledgling. You do not have any authority here to commit acts of violence on my ship!”

“I am a Priest of Morr.” Lucian said as he released the grubby man to face the man completely, “Surely this vessel recognizes the Death God’s authority in matters like these.”

The man focused on Lucian and then glanced towards Tee-Nee-Tyny. The Skink was giving an eye at the man, his magic stopping as this situation started. His words were reaching Lucian and were making some sense. He had remembered Adok talking about these things but he did not expect someone to call an authority against him.

“I am Captain of this vessel, Morrite.” He spoke with a force of will that rivaled Errant Knights, “It doesn't matter who you are, even Ulric or your Lady, my word upon this vessel is equal to one of your damned Royarch and you will respect it as much!”

Glancing at the peasant Lucian could see the wide scheming smile on his face. This was exactly what he was hoping for. Even if Lucian was not bound by oaths to keep harm from coming to the innocent, these sailors were needed to keep the vessel afloat and moving. If he killed too many of them it would be impossible to make it to Albion.

As for the temperment of the people, glancing at the sailors, Lucian could see a hatred that was growing amongst the Imperials. The Bretonnians seemed almost flabbergasted by the actions of the Captain. Perhaps, Lucian guessed, they were expecting him to lash out and teach him who was really his better.

>Let the situation go
>Continue arguing with the man
>Lets see if this vessel can be ran by Bretonnian sailors only

>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man.
For his and his sailors sake more than ours. We will try to be reasonable but this guy is fucking up to something and if this Captain wants to throw the gauntlet over protecting him then so be it.

>>5905057
A punishment for what? Especially when it was explicitly labeled as a Blessing.
>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man
Respect his authority as captain, but his man has grossly overstepped his bounds

>>5905837
>>Continue arguing with the man
backing off that easy? no

>>5905837
>>Continue arguing with the man.

>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man.
No, you moron, We will not. You will abide by my authority against the wicked or you will join them.

>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man

> You do not have any authority here to commit acts of violence on my ship!”
I am not committing violence, I am searching for chaos. Do you wish to Harbor enemies on your own ship?

>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man

"Captain, this man has already seen fit to attempt seizing my property, a Bretonnian noble's property. I have grounds for suspicion that this is not his first attempt and am prosecuting the investigation."

>>5906517
>support

>He besmirched my honor and the honor of all the knights and lords of this city. And everyone that has signed our writ.

"“We are investigating for any signs of Chaos.” Lucian said straightly as he stared down the man, “Are you going to stay in my way?”

“B-but are you?” He smiled as he spoke those words, “Your eyes, they are mutant.”

That was a horrible insult. So horrible that Lucian could not even call himself offended by hearing it. Lucian knew the man was hiding something now, nearly guaranteed, for he clearly was not doing so because he feared Chaos. It would have been like those sailors earlier, their fear written upon their face."

By calling us mutant. We have the RIGHT to defend our honor. Regardless of where we are.

"Just like you are the captain of your ship. I am the captain of my honor. Would you deny me my right? Would I then be forced to deny you yours?" You muse out loud rhetorically.

>>5906735
He even besmirched the captains honor by implying hes a mutant lover. And consorts with chaos.

>>5904734
same

>>5905837
>Continue arguing with the man
>>5906517
>>5906735
support, if the captain tries again with this is my ship, we can remind him that chaos doesn't not care of that and acts when it wants it.

>>5905837

>Continue arguing with the man.

There are many sailors in this world, if this captain thinks that hurting the honor of a Bretonnian nobleman could somehow end well. Them maybe he's not the best choice to take us north.

>>5906735
Good points but I expect the Captain will not allow the witch hunt or the redress of honour. In this way we bring another charge of attempted theft that we prevented earlier through force.

Looks like we are going to be arguing a lot with this man. This will be fun.

But I know what fun I will be having here for the next week I am already having flashbacks to building Clanrats.

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>>5907065
Hehe, forgot the image

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Lucian felt his anger simmer of the surface. It was not a strong anger, not one that would awaken the rune that was placed upon his breast but the kind of anger from someone who was slighted. He was simply brushed off the wrong way, a common thought against someone who clearly was in the wrong.

“My apologies Captain.” Lucian felt it was best to be courteous to the man as he spoke. After all while he was a Knight of Bretonnia the man was correct in his points. He was essentially a Duke and should be respected as such, “But I cannot stop my investigation now.”

Upon the words of Lucian the man seemed to somewhat calm himself. He was given proper respect and now felt he could talk more calmly, “And what investigation are you committing as a Morite Priest?”

“I suspect that he,” Lucian gestured a hand towards the man that was so sharp it would poke the man, “is hiding something of Chaos on this very vessel.”

Lucian’s words seemed to wound the Captain as they were spoken. A dagger of possible treachery being dug into his heart as even the idea of there being evil in his presence was heartbreaking. Lucian noticed that among the group of sailors many of them tensed at the mere mention of Chaos, their flesh itching as phantom warts appeared within it.

The Black Knight had been amongst the company of stronger folk, or those already damned, that he did not think what mentioning their great enemy openly would cause.

“I dispute! Dispute I say!” Shouted the gummy fool as he stepped forward, “Look over me Captain, check my clothes and my flesh, I do not have any stigmata on me! Look through my things too if you wish!”

“Yet you still stopped me!” Lucian shouted at the man only for the Captain to get between them once more.

“Silence!” The captain yelled as his face was obviously peeved.

“Look at him! Everyone look at Sir Knight!” roubleroused the peasant as he pointed towards Lucian, “Look upon his eyes, is that not the Stigmata of Chaos!? A sign of mutation!”

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The bowels of the ship became heated quickly as the crowd that was forming became agitated. Even the Bretonnians, each of whom were thoroughly bred to fear the Nobility, became almost willful as they heard such a clear accusation.

Lucian could not let it sit and made his step towards the fool, “You dare besmirch my honor Peasant!?”

“I only say how I see it.” Laughed the porky man as he kept that finger pointing at Lucian.

“Stop it you, and you stop moving!” The Captain said as he placed his hand on the sword.

“He defames me, see him doing it!” Lucian told everyone quickly, “See how he preaches my damnation.”

“Shut up Mutant!” yelled one of the crewmen as he took a bottle and threw it in the direction of Lucian. The glass shattered easily upon Lucian’s left pauldron into several pieces that danced across both the captain, the Skink, and the fool.

“Who is the fool who threw that!?” Lucian yelled as the flowing of magic came through his veins. Such a dismissing attack by his honor required retaliation.

Yet as he stepped forward the Knight realized that he did not see where the attack came from.

“By my orders as Captain, invoked by the Guild of Sailors, I hereby declare everyone here dismissed to their quarters!” The Captain shouted as fast as he could, “That includes you Knight!”

It was clear the man was not wanting to cause problems. Not when he knew for a fact there was at least one Runesmith on board who could destroy their vessel with a single stroke of his hammer. He was also not someone who was going to go against Lucian for something like glowing eyes, not when it was clear Lucian was of another standing than mortal men.

His crew on the other hand did not share the same sentiment.

>Take the chance to disengage
>Lets shatter this vessel

>>5907124
>Lets hijack this vessel.
Enough games. We will do what we must and if the Captain stands in our way then so be it.

>>5907124
>>5907125
Actually think
>Ignore the Captain
Is a more correct prompt for what I want.

>>5907124
>>Ignore the Captain

>>5907124
>IGnre the captain
I dolik e this one

>>5907124
>Lets shatter this vessel

>>5907124
>Time to purge anyone who would stop a priest of the death God. We will find enough gold on this vessel to hire sailors. Or blessed people wanting be our followers.

Don't we still have the writ of inquistor? I believe we were just told to tell the Duke before we did it in his lands if I remember correctly. Time fully investigate and then hang the chaos lovers. We shall detain any man or woman who would stop our investigation and investigate them too.

>>5907124
>Ignore the Captain.
You dont get to flee gummy man and we will kill those who defend you

A thought occurs. Is he trying to goad us into a slaughter, from which we will be stranded in the middle of the sea?

That would be a sneaky chaos move.

>>5907124
>Ignore the Captain
>"This is your vessel captain, but the gods are above us. I will do what i have to do for the gods regardless of you or your men choices, do not be in my way this is my last warning."
>Knock down people or wound them up if they attack us.

Unfortunately for them the armored fists of a demigod trained and experienced in war and combat, hurts a metric ton and sailor clothing do not help. They shall meet the ground and gasp for air there. Also Tyny can probably put to sleep a lot of them or use other spells that aren't super destructive, he is probably ready to do something for the chaos little shit. Mortals shouldn't be killed even if they don't understand a basic, like : don't walk in the way of Morr Chosen. Of course for knocking down people, has in : anyone that isn't chaos shits or that doesn't want to kill us for nothing ..... . Anyone else gets the scythe tornado murder blender, especially that little rat that is escaping. I think cutting his legs should help :) in that regard.
>>5907385
No, we had exchanged for his sign on the writ for Tyny and Bok (we have Count Remon sign, Duke Guion sign and the Dwarven King that wasn't given a name).
And what you are talking about was only for the duke Guion of Bastonne, in his lands not anywhere else.

>>5907520
very possible that seems the angle here, i think he has something in the ship storage/his room to use, which is way his legs are the first to go. Maybe a chaos sea monster is coming too or a ship full of n*rscans and chaos warriors.
Morr might make a call to Mannan if needed, i doubt he likes the idea of us stopped on a ship.

>>5907128
Are you all sure about this? Doing so risks the lives of innocents.

>>5907124
>Reply
"Captain, you have your oaths that you are bound by and your authority you are due for them. I have my own oaths to Morr and the Lady and the authority that entails to stop the undead and Chaos in whatever form presented. You will not stop this and you bring me to conflict in attempting to."
>Then ignore the Captain

>>5907548
I'm sure this is less about Chaos and more about the guy slighting a noble. We're looking for any excuse that fits in-character, reasonable or not.
Meanwhile Tyny is in the room with his sight the entire time. What does he say?

>>5907548
Honestly with the way of how you written the scene, it seems many want to die for that other sailor and if the situation is left like this it will develop in something worse (like the chaos dude enacting something foul and convincing the rest of the crew which seems very easy by this reaction), then for negligence Lucian & co that could have prevented something, would have done 0, nada, nothing.... because a ship captain said so. Picture this : holy warrior told by an officer "n-no !" for check the barracks of his men (plus bottle thrown). If Lucian was a sigmarite warrior priest, the head of this guy would be already outside flying.

Neither captain or sailors seem to care about the very heavily armored holy dark knight opinion, that was minding his own business for several days and not interacting with them until now. Which is tremendously and recklessly stupid in warhammer.
I would be open to not follow in to this, but it doesn't look like its a good choice for the current desire to attack us displayed, the fact they call us openly mutant (us a knight and chosen of Morr), the fact they don't really care of what we said or of us (heavy armored dark knight, pitch black armor), and how the chaos dude seem to know nothing can happen to him in the immediate and afterwards too.

>>5907559
>I'm sure this is less about Chaos and more about the guy slighting a noble. We're looking for any excuse that fits in-character, reasonable or not.
No this is about chaos. This sailor has been acting too suspicious and when we where minding our business searching, this sailor started it again.
The fact that another sailor throwed a bottle, is just a plus but this sailor smells. Who the fuck comes bothering mr holy dark knight ? No one beside this strange and slimy dude

>>5907548
Honestly, yes.

The crew is turning hostile and they have already thrown a bottle at us. I'd like to spare the Bretonnians, but we only need about half of them to pilot the ship.

Remember what you told us, threads ago?
>When in doubt, listen to what people say. Even peasants know when it is acceptable to badtalk a noble who has lost his honour.
We need to recitfy this before their "talk" becomes action.

>>5905057
Actually a good amount of people understood it was an aesthetic blessing by Morr, and voted for other colors or aesthetics blessings. Which made sense since Morr further empowered Lucian with divine power at that time.

I remember the ones that voted green did so for liking the color or for lucian green part of his symbol, the others thought about the warpstone that we had seen fighting skavens before, and people associated the color.

>>5907571
They don't really care about his opinion because he has glowing eyes and shows it proudly. They also came in when you fellows started the interrogation on someone who actually has a head on those shoulders.

So the question becomes, are you too proud to back down, breaking your Oath to respect the peasants, or come back to it when emotions die down.

>>5907578
oh this breaks our oath. Fuck sake.

>>5907405
>Change it to disengage.
This will not be forgotten, tiny man.

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SO EVERYONE GETS THE MEMO.

>OATH BREAKING

And we don't wanna do that. I'd have thought the attack would permit retribution.

>>5907578
>glowing eyes and shows it proudly.
i would agree if it was a common man, but... this is getting nowhere. i don't think you understand our position and just accepting insults and a bottle like this is not normal in warhammer. Man that oath is bad, did it include even doing nothing if they attack us ?

>>5907124
>Take the chance to disengage
>>5907534
switch from my vote here. really don't like this but i am not breaking an oath. Keep our guard high and i guess do nothing beside waiting in our room armed and armored. The ship is getting chaos'd and we will murder blend it in a few weeks.

>>5907581
Against maybe that one guy, but once the slaughter starts the sailors protect their own. I'll write it in that the Captain can have whoever threw the bottle lashed if you all want.

>>5907583
Keel hauled preferred, but so long as Punishment is meted out. Better their justice than our scythe.

>>5907583
idk if nothing happens then they can do whatever with us. Which i am expecting to happen regardless with their stupidity

>>5907578
How is this Oath breaking? Our problem is with the shitstirrer, if the others intervene and try to fight us on his behalf than that's their bloody decision. Respect to peasants isn't to let them do whatever they want.

>>5907578

QM what is the limit of our oath? Do we have to respect the peasants no matter what they do? With all due respect, tell me a Knight of the Realm who would tolerate this individual's audacity.

Not to mention that as other anons have already said, this level of audacity is not normal, "but the eyes show that we are a mutant." And our armor demonstrates the will of the gods, if these sailors in their right mind wish to try their luck in the afterlife, so be it.

Not to mention that we can fight these sailors without killing them, when they are all tied up and properly educated on the reasons for not provoking the noblewoman, we will resolve everything peacefully.

>>5907621
>Not provoking the noblewoman

BY THE WILL OF GRIMGAR, I WIELD THE FURIOUS HANDBAG!

>>5907124

>Ignore the Captain.

These sailors will rudely discover why peasant revolts don't exist in this part of the world.

>>5907621
If they are a force of Chaos they're fair game. If they attack you they're fair game.

the issue here is not only will you be killing a bunch of sailors who see themselves as defending their vessel and you will inadvertantly kill the truly innocent who had nothing to do with it as the vessel essentially becomes unsailable.

>>5907623
Peasants arent worth breaking our Oaths over CE.

>>5907632
> If they attack you they're fair game.
> the issue here is not only will you be killing a bunch of sailors who see themselves as defending their vessel
These two contradict each other.

Also nobody here is advocating for a rampage. It's to keep interrogating the shitstirrer and if anybody tries to stop us then use escalating force.

I doubt anybody will be so willing to do so after the first guy gets gut punched by the demi god.

>>5907634
read the rest of the sentence. By removing the bastards here, the ship will become unsailable due to the lack of manpower.

Killing them, if we don't fix this shit quickly and get to land.

>>5907681
If that's the problem than the "who see themselves as defending their vessel" is irrelevant. It would also open up a whole can of worms of us having "killed" numerous innocents indirectly by killing any bastard who is comitting evil deeds but has innocent lives depending on him

We also will not be killing anybody. Like I said, the sailors won't be suicidal enough to attack the demi god.

>>5907686
>support this line of thinking.

>>5907695
Also if they are inadvertently working for chaos because they let chaos sway them with honeyed words. They are technically helping chaos. And like other's have said we work for the God's. We aren't bound by mortal standards. The path to hell is paved with good intentions. Doesn't matter if they think they are good if they are actually doing the work of evil and chaos. And our standing should be beyond the reproach of peasants to question. Especially if they dishonor us. Especially purposely we are the Black Knight our deeds should be well known. Even here. And we were the colors of Morr and are clearly blessed by him.

>>5907681
We have not left the docks yet. We could still get more sailor's. I bet we could get disciples of Morr to volunteer on our most holy mission.

>>5907695
>Ignore the captain continue our investigation. If anyone uses force against us. We use it back. If they don't attack us they have nothing to fear unless they get found as a chaos supporter. Self defense dictates that they're the aggressor. And we have the right to defend ourselves.

Plus the dude has no evidence that we are a mutant or a member of Chaos. We have not acted in any way to give that perception. So I'd say the onus is on the the accuser. Otherwise it's a defamatory statement of a GRAIL seeking knight. Blessed by morr seeking out to destroy evil and chaos. And our writ from the dukes and king of the dwarves. Would then defame their honor too for giving a mutant or member of Chaos the writ. It's not just our honor they are calling into question but a ton of other very honorable and high standing lords and knights.

>>5907706
??????

Holy shit really? I must have misread, I thought we were on voyage and passing the time. Fuck THESE people. Only issue now would be getting a ship once these bastards natter on us to the guild of sailors or whatever.

But we can pull our punches and only break a few bones with people who try their fucking luck.
>>5907710
Lets not kid ourselves anon, our eyes freaking glow. That's all you need for these retards who are not at all interested in the truth and a specific fuck is trying to rile his friends up so we either let him go or have to instigate violence.

We are evidently unnatural and that's being leveraged.

>>5907686
To put it simply, at this point, they are. Also they do not know who Lucian is, the fact he can kill everyone on this ship does not cross their minds. At this point the men would want to tie Lucian to a post on the ship and throw eggs at him.

Do not think this is a rational situation. It's not.

>>5907716
Really? The sailors would continue to attack Lucian after he punches one of them across the room? If they do then they really deserve it and we're not breaking our oath.

>>5907712
He's wrong, you are on open sea.

>>5907722
Again, we'll continue to interrogate the twat and if they want to stop us then that's their problem.

>>5907722
Enough guns tend to take down even the Champions of Chaos.

>>5907727
With big guns sure but whatever pistols these lads have? Lmao. This still doesn't break our Oath anyway

>>5907724
Yeah, Thought so.

Still, wish to say fuck these people, but restraining myself.

>>5907727

Boss, how about this: the fight will inevitably occur but it doesn't have to be a bloodbath.

We and any of our allies who join the fight will use non-lethal methods, after all their captain himself is obviously not a suicidal madman. And because we are going to "hold back", the fight would be much more difficult than normal.

Obviously the result would be your judgment. If the dice rolls a critical failure I would accept that the oath was broken, and that we just murdered an innocent person. But if we succeed we will have to take care of several injured and bad-tempered sailors afterwards.

Of course you want boss, this is a possible solution to this impasse.

I'm sorry but I don't see a noble, especially one from Bretonnia, letting a situation like this happen without any retaliation. Even within the history itself so far doesn't allow our favorite mutant to accept this humiliation. Please compare this to the situation when we executed that peasant who refused to obey our orders, when we were organizing them for war. In our little Lu's head, would there be any real difference? He's just another ignorant peasant getting in the way of our duty.

>>5907750
The problem is two fold:
1. People want to ignore the Captain. Let alone Lucian's mutations, the crew will not stand someone disobeying the Captain of the vessel.

2. Many of these men from the Empire and Marienburg. Marienburg to my memory is a fiercely soverign and won't accept being under another's thumb easily. Imperials are similar.

I get what you guys are saying, but the Captain has given this order to everyone. While you are right a normal Nobleman would not accept this, you are on a foreign vessel who does not recognize Nobleman as natural tyrants. The Imperials will fight you, and as Lucian cannot be brought down Non-Lethally they will bring out the guns.

You guys got played and the situation sucks. Either accept that you've been played or pray for forgiveness later. You are not getting out of it on a technicality.

>>5907757
We're not getting out of anything on a technicality. No part of ignoring the captain of defending ourselves breaks our oath.

>>5907774
“I hereby swear, under the guise of the Lady and the Grail, that I shall show first penance for deeds committed against both my senses and blood. I shall not mistreat a lesser man upon my journey and each shall have the respect that they are due.” Lucian announced as he continued to cow his features to the statue, “Such shall be my Oath of Penance.”

The Knight took in a deep breath as he spoke his next words, “I hereby swear to Lay Low the Tyrants who are living within the Lands of Albion. Three great beasts shall I slay in those lands, and in doing so endear the people of those lands to Bretonnia.”

They aren't respecting us.

So I'll add to my argument that we declare who we are. And if they continue to not respect us as is our due for being a priest of Morr.

We aren't mistreating peasants if they're attacking us. Especially if they get guns which are lethal means of killing us. It would actually be a crime on their part. Priests of Morr are protected by law are they not? I would say them ignoring us and not respecting us. To the point of allowing someone to call us mutant while we carry Morr's colors.

>Make sure the captain understands who we are. And what we're doing. Then if they try to attack us...

There is no way we are mistreating them. If a peasant asked us to not stop their arterial bleeding we would not be able to comply. We would stop the bleeding. Doing what they asked would be mistreatment. If there's chaos on board they're all in danger including us. Us not doing anything would be mistreatment. Since it was in our power to help them. And I don't think a captain counts as a peasant. Isn't he closer to a knight or lesser lord. So he might count as a tyrant in this situation since he's stopping a priest of Morr from fighting chaos and protecting everyone.

>>5907807
>each shall have the respect they are due.

-_-

>>5907825
And if they attack us then the respect that they are due is zero.

>>5907757

Boss I don't want to take up more of your time than necessary so I just want to know just this, most of the crew that is against us come from Marienburg?

,The part of the empire that declared independence?

The state that is a merchant republic that exterminated its old nobles?

That it was the target of several invasions from the kingdom of Bretonnia?

Because if so they would not be classified as peasants, after all they rebelled against their feudal lords. They are literally rebels without the protection of our laws and customs, we have no legal obligation to them.

>>5907831
-_-

>>5907831
Nope.

Firstly they are independent citizens of a different country. Their soverign status doesnt actually matter.

They are not nobles and they are below us on the social hierarchy. They are peasants as according to bretonnian custom and our intended oath. "We wont mistreat the none nobility".

As has been said before, suck it up or pray later. I'd prefer we suck it up and have the little fuckers handled by the captain so we can not break our divinely watched oath and still deal with what happens.

>>5907916
Actually fuck me, the oath is even broader.
"Lesser men". This cocksucker definitely qualifies.

But way it is looking is that it is too late to turn back now, most voters arent changing.

>>5907920
We're not changing because it doesn't break the oath and no amount of "-_-" QM posts will change that. He can still use QM fiat but if he does so, it will be a complete asspull to make an oath relevant in a situation that it isn't.

>>5907916

My brother in Sigmar we are not talking about a nation on the other side of the world, we are talking about an old enemy on the edge of our nation with many wars in the past. Not even the Lady will find us at fault if they shoot first.

After all, it wasn't our scythe that killed them, but their arrogance.

>>5907926
Asspull "paladin falls" it shall be, but that doesnt change the fact that it is occuring. As is evident that we are not changing his mind.
Whats your rebuttal to that? The options being stand there and take the consequences for a broken oath, or avoid the hit.

>>5907937
Fiat says that she will.
And again, it is irrelevant these peasants social situation or contention of rebellion because A] they are not bretonnian anyway so their status as rebel or not is indistinct from being a soverign band and B] even if we did give a shit about them being rebels or not, they are indisputably lesser men and should be afforded notice. The captain of the ship is ordering peace, as is his right. As of current we have one confirmed target for war and one suspected one. The rest we cannot touch till they get ornery

>>5907954
>Whats your rebuttal to that?
Stop playing this quest. If the QM can break his own rules for the sake of railroading us into a binary decision then this isn't a quest worth reading.

>>5907958
You may as well hop on then, since I dont imagine Machine gives two shits about said outcome.

That besides, that isnt a move to make, thats a quit. And quitting provides no worthwhile imput on how to proceed.

>>5907961
> That besides, that isnt a move to make, thats a quit. And quitting provides no worthwhile imput on how to proceed.
Because there is no other move to make. The points have already been stated and QM simply ignored them and has seemingly clung to this false moral dillemma and there is nothing that I can do about that except leave.

After all, "They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion."

>>5907954

I would like to summarize a small history of this universe to demonstrate a point. You may not know this but the elven nations of this universe are very powerful, and there are few occasions when they show weakness of any type.

One day, in special and rare circumstances, human pirates leaving an Imperial city managed to plunder elven trade ships. In retaliation, the elves attacked this port city and killed many innocent people. They justified these actions on the basis of the argument that they facilitated the actions of the pirates, which I would like to make very clearly that the pirates were not even in the city anymore.

The name of this city is Marienburg, and their elven gods do not condemn them for doing anything wrong.

Anon, I'll be honest with you Bretonnia is not a perfect nation, far from it. But it didn't go around attacking other nations without a good reason. Why do you think there were so many invasions of this city state? Honestly, I think the biggest difference between them and the chaos cultists is that the cultists are honest in their intentions.

>>5907958

I disagree QM is a talented writer, it's just that this particular situation didn't turn out as well as the others.

>>5907978
>I disagree QM is a talented writer, it's just that this particular situation didn't turn out as well as the others.
I didn't say they weren't but they are a bad QM. If they want to disregard the choices of the players for the sake of forcing this false dichotomy then write a book not a quest.

>>5907978
I uhh, didnt know that. And honestly not big on fantasy history that isnt about the sigmar cult, karl franz or the vampire counts.
I know the "secret" about the lady of the lake though.

Anyway while I appreciate the lesson and would appreciate more Lore about elves and Manisberg (because getting it from a person is usually more digestible than wiki trawling) I dont quite see the point.
Is this an argument to convince the Qm or are you saying that that the lady would view our oath as confined to Bretonnia? Or are you saying that they deserve this?

Ignore the Captain
>>5907128
>>5907167
>>5907274
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>>5907385
>>5907534
>>5907405
>>5907710
>>5907551
>>5907623

Disengage
>>5907580
>>5907582

Alright these are the votes. For those questioning how this thread went, this is basically the DM going "Are you sure?" Normally I write it up, take a nap, and see what happens. In situations like this one of you usually get smart, realize whats happening, and then I don't need to interact like this and just watch. This time around I took a more active approach since this was an "Are you Sure?" moment.

Luckily with some time to think I can write a better story then everyone gets murdered by the demi-god or the demi-god kills/disables part of the crew and then forces everyone to take him to Albion.

As for my talent as a writer, meh. You guys can insult me but you're just players who can't get the point the DM is trying to make. The situation is "Do you try to keep your vows or your honor" which you have answered. I was afraid of the later option because my plan was not very good.

Well, until now.

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An injury was not something the Knight could abide with. His eyes turned upon the men at the other end, their anger somewhat extinguished as his eyes looked upon them. He searched the crowd, looking for the one who threw the bottle at the Knight.

“Who threw that!?” He demanded as he turned his attention towards the crowd of fools, “Who attacked a Knight of Bretonnia!?”

The Captain gave another roar but it was lost as the crowd responded to Lucian with renewed anger. Instead of causing them to shutter in fear against a demi-god in their presence Lucian was instead throwing oil into the fire instead.

Peasants of the Empire were maddening! Let alone them harming him, they were growing in anger as he approached them. Throwing insults of all kinds like mutant, witch fornicator, and rat taint were all things that Lucian could not allow now. He had sworn to kill a man in the courts of Bretonnia for committing such acts, it won’t be so different here.

“STOP!” Shouted the Captain in a roar that carried itself over the crowd with enough force that it caused even his sailors to stutter in the numerous insults they were throwing.

He did not stop for there are no reason to stop. The Captain had no authority over a chosen to the Gods and a Bretonnian Knight. He was but a simple merchant, a peasant from a guild who did not carry only value for war. Once the offender is disciplined he will need to fix this vessel, for that porky fool was surely hidding something mighty if this was the kind of chaos he was willing to create.

Then he felt a pull on his arm, the Captain putting his hands upon Lucian while yelling something the Knight could not hear over his men. The Knight brushed him off, sending his hand away with enough force to make him know who his betters were.

It was then that the Mob advanced.

Their Captain, who was keeping the sailors back, had been done a great injury by Lucian brushing him off. By acting against their liege the peasants were going to defend him with all the force they could muster.

Lucian was able to brush away the first three, using his arms so as not to do too much injury upon them, sent them flying across the floor. Behind them five others came and each of them grabbed the Black Knight by the arms and legs.

Lucian had faced greater threats, daemonic bats and abominations from hell. These people should have been easily thrown off and allow him to advance towards the surface so that he could get his bearing.

Suddenly, everything was so very heavy.

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All the strength that he had for his whole life seemed to ebb away in that moment. It was a strength that had been building for quite some time under his service to numerous masters and the gods themselves. Damned be these mortal men should not be able to bring a Titan of divine wroth down!

Yet, Lucian’s knees waivered.

The men, seeing that there was success amongst their kind, threw themselves at Lucian with all their might. Each of them grabbing another piece of his armor and holding it tightly as Lucian tried to thrash against them. So many of them became present that he was lifted off the ground, the over half dozen sailors able to commit the action with enough of their number.

It was then that one of them came with rope.

Quickly they tied knots of all kinds around the knight’s arms and legs. Each of them a binding that Lucian knew he should have been able to break away from. His confusion was so great that he did not even know where his companion had gone. Only that the sailors were bringing him up from the bowels of the ship like some pork ready to be roasted.

One of them shouted something and quickly they all moved. He did not know who was the person who made the call but the peasants had settled him upright and were now slamming him onto one of the masts that held the mighty sails above their heads.

One, twice, three, and a several dozen more times the rope went around and around the person of Lucian. There was not dignaty in this or even the potential for matyrdom, for the Knight realized that their actions were no longer with malice but the work of organized men.

Looking across the deck the Captain of the vessel looked at Lucian with calm eyes. He was approving of his men’s work, taking care to contain what might be the most dangerous person on the vessel.

“We have a King!” Joked one of the sailors as he backed away from their handiwork.

The Knight knew things were not finished as someone from the lower decks emerged, a box in his hand of food that smelled rancent. Peasant food Lucian remarked, but when they started throwing them at him he realized it was not for their eating.

They were going to defame him with fruit and vegetables.

As the first fruit slammed into his face, Lucian wondered what just happened. Why was everything so much heavier?

>The Sick Dwarf
>The Wise Lizard
>A Besmirched Captain
>A gloating fool

>>5908057
>>>>A gloating fool
THIS, THIS RIGHT HERE
this was the best option, QM, despite you going "u sure?" finally... in every goddamn quest I see the main character as more perfect than the gods themselves, but this? This is REAL

Now from all four of those options, who is the one that will go to Lucian ASAP?

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>>5908060

Fucking idiots.

>>5908021
Well officially railroaded. Stole our blessings. Smh. Time to go slaughterbot on everyone as an antipaladin and embrace chaos.

>>5908057
>>A gloating fool

>>5908060
this is bad for me not the best option, i even switched the vote. Lucian was hardly perfect, having some initial good didn't make him perfect. average normal if you want.

>>5908057
>A Besmirched Captain

Interesting direction this all took. I want to know his take.

So by my count we have the following to account for:
-gummy man still trying to grab our stuff on the loose, potentially harbouring who knows what
-crew member throwing the bottle
-crew dogpiling, binding and "slamming" Lucian against the masts. then throwing food at his person
-captain who sees and approves of all this while his men threw a bottle and actually committed violence.

Meanwhile Lucian has been sighted lifting or threatening a guy who then called for help. He then shoved off the Captain who also tried binding Lucian (from Lucian's PoV) and it really isn't clear that Captain was holding his men back. It didn't stop the bottle throwing.
>for the Knight realized that their actions were no longer with malice but the work of organized men.
I disagree with this realisation. I think this is organised malice.
That the lady seems to have withdrawn her blessing is her business but it's fair to say now from PoV that she is unworthy if this is what it takes.

Our lizard wizard is unaccounted for in all this and is probably high as shit seeing magick in the air. It's the only explanation considering Tyny is meant to be next to us the -entire- time.

>>5908057
>The Sick Dwarf

>>5908057

>A gloating fool.

I only have one desire at this moment, to ensure that no Imperial returns in one piece from this trip to the island. If there's a group of people in this quest that deserve a heavy dose of FOFO, it's these sailors.

>>5907990

Sorry for the delay, my point is that the oldest races in this world are not governed by values remotely similar to ours. An example of this that is very prevalent among elves and dwarves is the concept of guilt by association. For example in this case it doesn't matter if the crew members are the holiest people in the world, at the moment that individual threw the bottle, and the other crew members supported him. They have left the fate of their souls in our hands. Not for our values but for the values of this world, killing them all is a fair act.

And what I want to say about Marienburg is that it is a city of mercenaries, pirates and merchants who change professions between these three frequently. They are famous for many things, being good people is not among these.

>>5908873
Im very much in agreement with that desire.

Annoyed and frustrated that people didnt turn their ass around as soon as the QM went "well I'm not listening, this breaks your oath.' What did any of you think he was going to do?
Also quite annoyed with the QM, "which do you value, your oaths or your honour? Well by choosing honour, you have lost both." Thanks, yeah. That was a worthwhile trade worth exactly fuck all in exhange for getting reamed.

My only amusement is that wherever we go trouble follows, So when the gummy fuck summons a sea monster, it can fuck around for a bit while we enjoy the view.
And I dont want to hear a single solitary shit about any degree of "protection" for these fuckers after this. Being bound was about enough to be justifiable, there is a fucking grudge now.
Morr can have them, if the lady is unwilling.
Even thinking about this stupid fucking set of events is making my blood boil all over again.

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>>5909092

>>5909230
Silence me, ignore me or engage me faggot. Spoilered images ain't saying shit

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There was a good bit of pain as he hung there on the Mast. The sailors saw it fit to throw food at him for roughly a quarter of an hour before going back to their usual duties. If their stopping was because they had quickly become bored of throwing rotting food at him or they had ran out of rotting foodstuff to throw at him. Whatever the case was those moments he had never experienced in his time in Bretonnia.

Yet, as he remembered, he did see others experience it. Hoodlums and mischievous cousins who had run afoul of another family member. They would be given punishments like running the grainery in rags or being tossed into the cope of birds. Things that were sundering of one’s honor and thus shamed them.

The sun had sunken over the horizon. The sailors paid him no heed while Lucian sat there thinking. Lucian indeed felt hatred for these fellows, each of these damned Imperials striking at him with glee as they mocked a son of Bretonnia. Yet his anger was nothing in respect to the Gods and what they had done.

They’ve taken away his blessings.

For a few moments Lucian felt anger towards them. His patrons abandoned him in this dire moment for no reason he could recall. Yet hanging there with little to think about and no one to talk to the Knight slowly realized that they had not fully abandoned him. If they had, then the armor he wore would not only have become heavy but had killed him in an instant. No one damned by the Gods would so easily carry their instruments.

So what was happening?

The smell of the man came before Lucian could see him. The corpse stench of a grave was thick on his skin as the porky fool stepped out from the darkness before Lucian. That wide smile of his not leaving his face even for a moment since Lucian had been captured.

“Sir Knight hanging on a stick.” He said as he held a rotting food in his hand. He danced it around his hands for a moment as he continued to speak, “Taken down by the revolution, it seems! Here I thought I would only ever see that in the Border Princes.”


Lucian glowered at him.

“Not one for talking I see. Well you don’t need to say anything because I know I won. I am standing here on the ground, you are up on a stick.” He laughed as he took the fruit he was holding and threw it at Lucian.

The impact was a harsh one, slamming directly into his cheek. The sting came as Lucian realized the fool had placed several shards of wood into it, causing his entire right cheek to light with a mortal pain that Lucian had never felt before.

He gave a yelp of pain as it stung deeply into his flesh and soul.

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“Now then, I wonder what my Lord will think of you?” The fool spoke as he gave a smile, “Perhaps he would like to come out here and give a gander at you. He’s been itching for something fun to do after all.”

Taking a wad of spit, Lucian sent it flying at the man. The impact slamming easily upon his face with the practiced precision of a bored peasant. It was hilarious watching as the man began running his hands across his face multiple times with vigor. So surprised he was that the man almost fell over from the simple attack, and Lucian wished he did fall over the railing to the open sea.

“Damn you!” He shouted as he shook his hand in the air, “I shall tell my Lord about this! He shall tear you into pieces!”

“You.” The words came from another man that was carrying a lamp. It was a sting to Lucian’s eyes but they adjusted in the next moment.

In a single moment Lucian recognized the man to be the Captain of the vessel. In his left hand he unsteadily carried a lantern that shined a beam of light upon both Lucian and the fool who came to antagonize him. His other hand however had a dirty rag wrapped around it, leading across his neck so that it would be held up.

Lucian had seen such a horrid injury a great many times during his life in Verac. The weak limbs of his brothers made them break bones at least once a month it seemed to him. Lucian wished the injury came from an accident, yet he knew for certain it was from his own hands.

“Leave.” He said sternly to the fool with a sharp bark.

The face of the man became a sneer as he disappeared into the darkness underneath the ship. What he was to do Lucian did not know, but he felt like the danger of that man had just jumped considerably.

The Captain turned towards Lucian, shining the lantern in his face with a scowl on his face. He was clearly looking over the man, studying to see what injuries his crew had done to Lucian. He showed no enjoyment in the action, simply a farmer looking over the injuries one of his beasts of burden had suffered.

Finishing his examination his light shined in the face of Lucian, then the entire hood of the lantern was lifted so that everything, including himself, were lit.

“Calm down yet?” He asked as he balanced the light between the two of them.

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“You have done a terrible strike to my honor, your men did.” was the first thing Lucian said as he starred the man down, “Not only did your men manhandle me, but to be tied to this post and be a target with food. Perhaps I should ask the gods to damn thee.”

The Captain did not flinch at those accusations. He simply kept the light between the two of them for a minute allowing the force of that threat to become a cold dim flame. When he did speak he did not acknowledge the words but instead gave his own, “You understand that if I did not give the orders, my men would have thrown you overboard. Do you?”

The Knight could not help but give an expression of surprise as the words were given. The man did not seem affected by them and instead kept giving it straight, “These are troubled waters where a lot of problems can happen, Bretonnian. Rowdy passengers tend to have less rights than even rats, though thats probably because we can’t tie the rats up like a man. Even if you could break the rope, that armor of yours would sink you to the bottom of the sea.”

“Is that a threat?” Lucian asked him simply.

“If you take it that way. I would prefer you realize that causing a ruckus on the ship, and then not listening to me, almost got you killed. A Captain is King of his ship, with only Mann above him. Doesn’t matter if its the Lady or Sigmar, Mann rules the Seas and he makes it known daily.” He held off his lecture for a moment in thought, “Know that I was told that you were not a pompous Bretonnian Knight, someone who would so easily throw the lives of others because they called you a bad name. It's one of the reasons I was allowing such a heavily armed group onto this vessel.”

From his belt the man took out a knife and balanced it in his hands, “That… lizardman, came to me in my quarters and helped heal the wound you gave me.”

“The wound you got when you tried to restrain me!” Lucian barked with anger.

“The wound I got for trying to get your attention. You were ignoring me and running…” His bark petered out as he realized the words were going to fall on deaf ears, “Do you want down or not? Vow to me that you will listen to my words as Captain and I will cut you down. Perhaps, even, you can shed some better light on what that Lizard was telling me about.”

>I shall not make such a vow
>Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain

>I shall not make a vow.

Eat shit and die. We can talk from the mast and the time we're needed we'll either be able to break free of it or the ship will be dead from. . . Norsemen? the pirate chaos champions.

>>5909271
>I shall not make such a vow
We are getting to Albion in one piece, as long as someone gives Lucian some water... and if trouble comes, well...
>Remember this Captain, you will beg me to get off this pole

>>5909271
> >Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain

We need to get him to believe that the man he just dismissed is in the service of some necromancer. He threatened us harm via his “lord” and since he said he might want to get a look at us himself, I assume his lord is hiding below deck.

We also need to realise that even though we thought we were justified in repelling the captain, the gods think differently. We should ask the Lady for another chance so we can get our strength back

>>5909271
>Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain
>"Calling someone mutant ? And you define me pompous for be offended at that and a bottle thrown at me ? I don't even need your answer for this but you need one for yourself perhaps you forgot what usually happens with those words on land."
>"I have barely anything to show a better light on captain, thanks to being constantly blocked, interrupted and ignored. The man you freely allowed to talk above me and insult me, acted suspicious around me the other day and did so again when i went down for investigate. Whatever he did, he no doubt moved it away from there so i have to start again. The man though was here before, and talked about his 'lord' and what he would do to me."
>"I do hope you have enough mind to realize until yesterday, i was by weeks exercising and not even once doing anything to your men or interacting with them beside taking food and water. Now where is my equipment or do i have to start suspect the worse ?"


a "bad name", mutant in warhammer ? More like dead sentence lmao ! People get publicly brutally murdered and shamed forever when that happens ......... wow :o !

On one hand... Letting them call us mutant is a bad idea. On the other hand. We lost our strength because of something weird.

... Did we get poisoned or have a spell cast on us?

>>5909271
"I will listen, but may not heed your words. Let us speak right here and get to the heart of the matter."
There's going to be in-character skepticism on both sides, and anything else seems disingenuous to either Captain or Lucian.

>>5909271

Honestly I don't care, if our only option is to act like a 5th Edition D&D paladin then so be it. I just want to forget this whole boat part ever existed.

>Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain.

Do not vow
>>5909297
>>5909437

Vow, bitching about it on the way
>>5909729
>>5909938
>>5910033

>>5911012
Voting for this: >>5910033

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Lucian gave the man a once over, looking over the man who was dressed in pompous clothing that was clearly marking him as someone greater than the others. He did not care about that, but that the man was still trying to close that damned bridge between the two of them after Lucian breaking his arm.

“Calling someone a Mutant is not something that one lets slide.” Lucian pointed out as he gave a small sneer, “In my village we burned people who were called that. They were creatures that we feared would spread the taint of chaos to the rest of the family or run off into the forest to bring a herd of their fellow Beastmen.”

The man did not respond quickly, weighing the words carefully, “You got a point, but I got the final say in those matters. These sailors knew that disobeying me would bring the wrath of the Guild down on them, let alone the wrath of Mann. I can see both sides, you see, but the situation you placed yourself in made it so its now impossible for me to deliver punishment.”

“It was that fool, the man you scared away.” Lucian gestured with his head towards the stairs to the decks below, “He’s got something hiding, and you allowed him to talk over me. There was no chance I had to defend myself.”

The man thought to himself for a moment before leaning in, “You walk into a room, seeing one of your paying passengers being lifted by a heavily armored man with green eyes. That man who is being held paid you to protect him from the seas and others, now you find him about to be beaten up. Thats what both I myself and the crew first saw, and where you should have just left.”

“Let him roam? He is hiding something from us. I know that with certainty. The stench of the grave is thick on him.” Lucian pointed out.

The man shrugged, “Probably could if this was a Bretonnian Ship, but this is a Marienburg Vessel. If I arrest a paying customer without reason, and you come up empty handed, then its the Guild’s name on the line. If there was evidence though…”

“So if I vow to listen to your words, you’ll let me investigate the fool?” Lucian asked with a little bit of suspicion in his voice.

“Aye, to an extent.”

“Then I hereby swear on the Lady’s name to listen to you, the Captain of this vessel, until my departure to Albion.” Lucian gave to the man.

With a smile on his face the man went forward and hacked at the ropes. Within a few moments the bindings came undone and Lucian fell onto the ground.

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The fall was not too pleasant, falling onto his face with an impact that shook the wooden foundations of the ship. He gave a small tug at his arms, feeling the limb lift under the sheer weight of the armor.

He had his strength, just enough of it. With a push of will Lucian rose from his crouch and shifted onto his feet. His body felt weird all over from not being used for an entire day and night. He felt a little fear at taking the first step, at the pain that it was going to cause him, then pushed it aside so that he could do exactly that.

A thousand needles flushed his legs then disappeared to be left with stiffness. He gave it a few more shakes as it became more and more like his old flesh. Painful, yes, but he was able to move now.

“Now, because of your recent dealings I cannot really have you wondering about the ship by yourself. Not when the crew still has a bad taste for your guts.” The Captain said as he walked infront of Lucian.

“But what about the investigation?”

“You got a few options there.” He said as he nodded to himself, “First and foremost, you can take a few of my men with you on the investigation. They might bitch and bicker to you, but in truth Knight this kind of thing happens often enough. If there’s a drunken brawl what's happened to you is what we do with the Drunks.”

“Including the throwing of rotting fruit?”

“Usually if someone injures another member of the crew.” He pointed out while shaking his head, “Anyways, a few of my men with you will make it an official duty. Just know that you're still a foreigner on this vessel still and would need to listen to their judgment.”

“What else?” Lucian asked as he felt a pang of annoyance at how little power he had in this short time of not being in Bretonnia.

“Spend a day working with the Crew. If they see you doing good work then they’ll have your back above any of the other passengers.” The Captain said as he titled his head, “Or, wait a couple days and wait for tempers to die down.”

>Take the assistance to start the investigation immediately
>Work with the Sailors to build rapport
>Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants.

>>5911049
>Inspect our Scythe first and foremost, then inform Adok.
>Take the men Immediately.

If I was more well disposed to them, You would build rapport as the best option. But I still want them all to die a stinking death, out of spite by this point.
The news he is a passanger is interesting.

Lacking authority and permission, the investigation is going to be mostly ineffectual, but again, fuck them, fuck you, die to a sea monster.
The crew will also be useful since you can ask them for where they smell dirt and rot.

>>5911049
> Take the assistance to start the investigation immediately

Surprise investigation!

>>5911049
>>Work with the Sailors to build rapport

.... Something is fishy.... If it's not chaos, it's Ranald.

If it's Ranald....He has an aspect of screwing over nobility for being douchebags.

...could this have been what happened to us?


So much for keeping the peasants safe from the slayer Dawi stuff.

>>5911049

>Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants.

This is the perfect response, our enemy depends on us acting so that he can take advantage of the situation. Furthermore, it may not seem like it but we are not alone on this journey, our companions can find the enemy for us.

When everything goes to hell and the screams start, we will be able to act in our strength. Which is to kill the monster without the moral ambiguities that repress us at the moment.

Besides, I want to know what happened to them, none of them even showing up in the fight and that makes me worried.

>>5911629
Adok is disabled by motion sickness.
The Lizard saw the clusterfuck and elected to do damage control.
the big bastard is too big to be a bastard on the ship without breaking it.

The "fight" lasted a minute, at most. It's not hard to see.

>>5911756

Very good so they can do our work at least once without any problems. Lucian can finally catch a break.

>>5911049
>Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants.

Start the investigation immediately
>>5911100
>>5911317

Build Rapport
>>5911542

Wait a few days
>>5911629
>>5911871

Can I get a die breaker in here? Like really soon I don't have much time to write.

>>5912041
>Switch from investagtion to wait for a few days

I'm ftg

>>5912041
>Switch from wait for a few days to investagtion
I'm ftg

Voting for
>Loiter

I wanna see lucian moping all upset. Maybe in these few days he doffs the armor because it hurts so much. No fear in people stealing it, because they won't be able to pick it up, hah!

Sadly no update today, but I'll make tomorrow's a long one.

>>5912107
>>5912210
>>5912214

Thanks... lol.

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In the end Lucian decided to simply wait out the tempers and humors of the sailors. Indeed he did not really like these people, their temperment not being to his ideal of a Bretonnian bred where they were to always pay him some heed. So it was probably best that he stay away from them for the time, for it was his own humors that were imbalanced as well as theirs.

For the time he stayed within his room the Knight steadily cleaned out his gear. The armor was covered from head to toe in some form of rotting plant flesh. The smell was somewhat overwhemling, but that was only because it had been more than a year since he had smelled something so rotted.

A reminder of home and the life he left behind.

Lucian did not need anyone to tell him what was happening. He had days to wonder why the Gods had cursed him so, and it was obvious yet he did not want to accept it. For just a little bit of time he had allowed the attitudes of Prince Gillot to swell within his head. Fueled by the powers of the Gods he forgotten his oaths.

Did these people deserve respect? The Gods thought so. Lucian would disagree with them for they had conducted themselves with such brazenness and evil that he would have mistaken them as brigands if on the roads of Bretonnia.

As he ran the rag through one of the many joints of his armor he knew what he was feeling. Spite. Spite for what they had done to him and the god’s insistence in protecting them from his wroth.

Yet he did it to himself. The reason other Knights could kill people like these without worry, who had so easily sollied their honor, was because they did not swear a vow to respect and protect them. If there was someone who played Lucian it was himself not seeing the problems such a vow made for him.

Vows were a precious thing to all but Morr. The Lady taught her men to commit themselves to upholding vows and Dwarfs were build upon Oaths. In his retaliation he had risked angering two of his patrons.

As the fourth day’s sun rose over the horizon the Knight settled the helm upon his head. He did so not to hide himself, but the odd feeling he felt here today. It would take some time for the Knight to fully regain his powers, perhaps through heroism he will return to the full strength of a Demi-God.

Lucian left the room where Tee-Nee-Tyny continued his magic and Adok rolled painfully. His eyes not missing the ravens who flew in the morning skies above.

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Lucian made his way towards the bowels of the ship first and foremost, a crowbar within his hands. On his back was the blessed Scythe of Ruin, the Knight hesitant to fully wield the weapon as his blessings from the Gods were fickle. Strength had returned, but he was no herculean juggernaut of war as he once before. If he was not at his peak, would he be able to bear two runes?

As he made his down the stairs he noticed two men standing in his way. They were sailors, each of them having cleaner faces than many of the other crew members. Perhaps of higher birth? Lucian could guess that, but he had known peasants who enjoyed to be clean. Those such as himself.

“You going to be digging through the cargo?” Asked one of them as he gave him a sharp look.

“Does the Captain want to stop me here after I waited so long?” Lucian asked the man with a clear malice in his voice. The man did not seem to flinch, but perhaps that was because he had seen Lucian humiliated earlier.

Lucian would make sure if that happened, that he would have good cause to fight back. Then the Gods would allow him to use his full strength.

“You’re good, captain just wanted us nearby to make sure no one pesters you. Help you out so that you don’t wreck the entire shipment.” He pointed out as he got a crowbar in his own hands, “We have an entire hull of goods down there. Gotta keep them safe from all.”

Those last words Lucian sensed were not directed at him. Perhaps, perhaps it was a joke about people being thieves. Well they were all still peasants and clearly they did not hold too much honor, Lucian would not be surprised if anyone attempted to steal a few things as they were working.

These were the people the gods protected, protecting from him. Yet he knew that he was painting them with too broad of a brush, that they were not all in fact sycophants and thieves. Honest people working an honest job, thats what many of these people were and he almost killed all of them.

All over being hit by a bottle he knew could not even hurt him.

Lucian shook his head, a subtle amount of anger coming up. If he did find out who did that he was going to give them a lesson in what not to do. After all the Gods would not protect a man if it was a just action. He wouldn’t hang the fellow, perhaps he should tie him to a post.

With crowbar in hand they began their work. Lucian easily popping the lid off the first crate with little effort. It was simply a crate full of exotic furs destined for some Lord’s Court. Feeling his annoyance the Knight placed the lid back of the crate and slammed his fist to imbed the nails.

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They continued to work more and more, the group checking each and every box they could. Wool, clothes, spices, and even some tobacco were all among the things that they found working together. Lucian could see the light from the sun slowly dimming as it approached the horizon.

“Huh, this one’s pretty light.” One of the men said as he rolled out an oddly shaped crate.

It was a rather long one, roughly the length that Lucian was tall. There were no markings on it besides some injuries done to the wood at the lip. From looking at all the work that he had done Lucian had guessed someone had busted this one open before.

As if proving his point, the sailors were easily able to pop it open.

“Huh, its empty.” One of the men said before he covered his nose, “By Sigmar, what is that smell!?”

Lucian kneeled into it, the two sailors getting out of his way as he did so. The Black Knight knew this smell, he knew it well. It smelled just like that fool, and he smelled just like grave dirt.

He kneeled there for a few seconds, processing exactly what was happening. He looked into the coffin in the dim light and there he could see dusting of dirt everywhere within it. As if someone had either had something full of dirt in it, or was working near it when this was opened.

Lucian quickly rose to his feet. He could feel the rune settled in his chest heat as panic realization sparked in his person. He glanced at what light he could see of the outside and could see that it was starting to become red.

The red of the bloody sunset.

>Run to Tee-Nee-Tyny
>Find that fucker
>Ask the sailors where dirt can be found

>>5913531
>Do nothing
If the gods so favored these children, let them protect

>>5913531
>>Run to Tee-Nee-Tyny
Gather our group and tell the men to get the captain and meet us in our cabin. We need swift action but we can't afford to leave the captain in the dark.

>>5913568
There's a time for spite, and then there's the time for Killing Undead.
I wanted a sea monster for exactly this reason.

>>5913531
>Ask the sailors where dirt can be found
>Tell the other one to tell that captain that there's a vampire on this ship.

>Ask the sailors where dirt can be found
>Tell the other one to tell that captain that there's a vampire on this ship


This is very well done character development. We broke an oath. We learned the lesson.

And now we're at half strength in front of a vampire.

>>5913852
No it isn't, yes we did, No we haven't and yes we are.

here's hoping a few die to dracula

>>5913526
>why the Gods had cursed him so
mohercker you got de-blessed

>>5913531
So this ¿necromancer? waited for Lucian to be disabled to make his move and whatever was insi- A VAMPIRE??????? SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO CHOOSE
>RUN TO TININI

>>5913531

>Find that fucker.

The gecko will appear eventually, what matters now is that we learn that all human life is sacred regardless of the actions of that life. And that we will only be useful again when the leech on the boat dies.

>>5913568

This reminds me that Karl Franz himself feels sorry for the innocents killed by the inquisition but he knows it is necessary evil to prevent a greater tragedy.

Every sailor killed in this fight can be put on Mrs. Epstein's account. If she simply accepted that some sailor would have their bones broken, all of they would all make it to Albion. But now these deaths are no longer our fault.

Find the Fucker
>>5913840
>>5914024 - The lesson is, 'Don't break or play around your Oaths'. If people die they die. Gods only cared that you failed to uphold the vows.
>>5913852

Find the Skink
>>5913574
>>5913931

Do nothing Breaking all the Oaths apparently this week
>>5913568

>Every sailor killed in this fight can be put on Mrs. Epstein's account.

LOL

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Lucian felt his heart racing as he grabbed one of the men with the swiftness of a seasoned interrogator. There was sudden terror there, the man not comprehending what was happening to him as Lucian began barking in his face, “Is there dirt here? Any place where there could be dirt!?”

“Y-yes!” The man garbled out with unnatural fear. Lucian could see his fellow also quaking in fear, but not at the sight of Lucian bullying his fellow but the opened crate. The man’s eyes began to unfocus as the terror was settling in.

“Where!?” Lucian shook the man, trying to get his attention upon him long enough for the man to snap from the terror.

“The Ballast!” He shouted with fear clutching his throat, “U-under the floor!”

Without a thought Lucian released the man, not even staying there for a second to watch as he collapsed onto the ground paralyzed with fear. Lucian could not blame him for the air was heavy with fear. The winds of Shysh were being brought into the area as if someone was preparing themselves for a great return.

The vessel was not terribly deep, Lucian having to go down two more decks of the vessel as fast as he could. As he ran he could see men either paralyzed with fear or running from the area to get higher ground. They should, and in truth if they valued their lives they would throw themselves overboard to a holding where their lives could last that little bit longer.

Lucian had a feeling that the seas were far less dangerous than what he was about to run himself into.

There, under the last stairs, he saw the squatting form of the fool dragging a large crate from a place. Without any hesitation Lucian threw himself in the direction of the bastard, slamming his fist into the fat man’s stomach and putting a blow so hard that he slammed into the crates he already moved. Lucian watched as dirt ran from the opening. Displaced dirt…

HIs hands quickly threw themselves onto the final crate, a heavy tug from his muscles causing the final crate to move just enough to the side to expose the wound the fool had done to the vessel. To the ballast that should have been completely filled with dirt.

Instead Lucian started at a coffin. The man shattered the top of his with a mighty blow of his fist and he ripped what he could see to silver hair.

The Black Knight, after nearly two years since the event that took the life of his people. Having climbed the social ladder that should have been too steeped to even ascend. He who had killed monsters and demons who threatened the livelihood of cities, stared at the first monster he had ever witnessed.

Then, her eyes opened.

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Lucian snapped out of it quickly for he had to. There was not another moment lost as he took the wood that was being held within his hands and attempted to drive it into the chest of the Vampire! He had summoned all the strength he could bear, that he was still blessed with, and prayers that more could be given for him to strike at this fatal moment she was most vulnerable!

He watched as the wood shattered against her skin as if it was made from parchment. The predator’s eyes widening as she slammed her fist against his stomach and send the Knight across the lowest deck towards the staircase.

Half dazed Lucian was thankful that he had equipped his helm today. While his vision seemed to double here and there he was still able to rise to his feet as he reached for his scythe.

He hesitated, wondering for this moment if he could wield it. For if he could not, that he was seen as unworthy to the Gods, his life would end before he could make another strike.

“Woldgir, I did not expect you to have a pleasant meal already arranged for me.” The Vampire said as he rose from her coffin and glanced at the body of her fallen minion, “Oh my, it seems you’ve killed him.”

“He deserved it!” Lucian barked as he was halfway from drawing his weapon. Speaking so that he could have those precious moments to figure out whether he would risk his life here and now.

“Oh I can taste spite in those words oh Sir Knight.” The Woman said as she took a long finger and stuck it into the neck of the man, “If I was one of those… Pleasure Cutlist, I would have enjoyed savoring the amount of scorn you had for Woldgir. Oh I lie, it tastes delicious.”

Lucian watched as the woman licked her finger with a dangerous smile on her face. She was savoring each and every moment that she could walk in the Night, thinking herself night invulnerable.

She might as well be if Lucian stopped fearing death! Yet… if he dies here then all will be for naught!

“Oh, Knight of Morr,” She opened with a grin upon her lips, “I have heard that these Peasants had treated you oh so brutally. Robbing you of your honor as they tied you upon a post and peppered you with bloody fruit.”

Lucian could hear the laughter in her voice. How it sliced through the air like a cold knife against animal fat. That… odd noise you could hear when a butcher was at work.

“Tell you what, Knight of Morr, if you let me go I will kill all the Crewman on this ship.” She said with a smile, “I can do you that much for killing my pudgy minion.”

>Bare the weapon against her
>Let her go.

>>5914402
You are correct, I scorn them, I detest them for the wound they've done me. But guess what you fucking bitch, I revere Morr and hate you More.

>Bare the weapon.

I swear, a sea monster would have been so much easier to sit out.

>>5914402
>let her go

>can your gods give me strength?

Time to convert to chaos

>>5914402
Also, Lucien, Man the fuck up.
Since when has our inability and Weakness held us back from the fight? Morr calls when he calls, And you're either dead later when you use the scythe to survive or dead now when you can't use it.

Shake off the woman's aura and Kill this bitch.

>>5914545
>>vampires
>>gods
¿¿??

>>BARE THEM WEAPONS
We are in such a deep place... one misplaced swing and the ship sinks...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyY5FfL3c7E
hmm...

>>5914402
>>Bare the weapon against her
Even if Lucian were stark naked, it would be inconceivable to let her go.

>>5914402
>Let her go.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GY6LvdsM-3k

>>5914402
>Let her go
It's time to let go.

>>5914402
>Bare the weapon.
We promised ourselves to kill this bitch, I'd die before letting her get away again.

>>5914402
>Bare the weapon against her
There is no way we can let her go, it is vengeance time

>>5914925
I mean, bitch yes, but this bitch in particular¿? dunno

>>5914402

>Bare the weapon against her.

They soiled my honor, but you destroyed my life. There is no God, demon or entity that will save you from my blade on this day.

Finally! It's time to show the beauty of Morr's plans, let everything that fell stay on the ground.

Bare the Weapon
>>5914514
>>5914563
>>5914709
>>5914925
>>5915240
>>5915350

Let her go (Join Chaos)
>>5914545
>>5914747
>>5914749

It seems the choice has been made.

You know what. rolls, Bo3

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5915837
We join Morr.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5915837

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>5915837
Very well. I will save you.

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Lucian looked at her with a glare, his eyes sharpening as he did so. It was a steady growing of will as he began to remember everything that was to happen. All the pains and troubles that she had caused him from the moment she slaughtered his people.

It was not just him that suffered though. Sure he hated these people, these sailors, but the Knight remembered that he had others who mattered far greater. It was this fact that his oaths were made, and to that end that his prise should shutter. Shutter at the duty that he held.

His hand reached onto his back and unhooked the blade. His hand gripped it, and suddenly the power that was kept within the weapon flowed from his hands into his chest, stomach, and legs. In his hands Lucian carried a mountain who had the power to crush anyone it was placed over.

“You…” Lucian spoke as he took the weapon from its holder and gripped both hands upon the shaft, “The Monster who took everything from me and killed all I loved.”

Lucian could see the vampire tilting her head in confusion. The whimsiness dimmed as she tried to realize what he was speaking, “What kind of nonsense are you speaking? I don’t remember attacking one of the Knights of Bretonnia. If I did that then your Dukes would have surely hunted me down.”

Lucian presented his weapon to her, the runes of the scythe glowing just as the runes on his chest still glowed, “The dishonor these men have done to me is incomparable to the deeds you have done to me. You are my greatest Foe, Vampire.”

“It seems you wish to fight then?” She asked while getting out her own sword. It was a slender weapon, one clearly fashioned from the Empire of Man instead of the forges of Dwarfs, “Very well, it would have been sad if you fell for my little trick.”

“In the name of the Living and the Dead, I take vengeance for VERAC!” Lucian yelled as he charged her.

He could see it in her eyes. She did not recognize the words that were spoken. It did not really matter to Lucian who brought the scythe to bear against her.

In the next moment, scythe and sword met. And the world shuttered.

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Against Lucian’s opening strike the Vampire had thrown up a parry. The woman trying to leverage her immense strength against the man so that she could simply overwhelm and rip out his neck. What she did not expect through was the moment their weapons connected, that the Scythe seemingly sparked with a burst of lighting that sent her across the deck.

Lucian’s arms screamed as he felt the blow back of the attack. Even as the Rune of Drengi, the Rune of Slayers, sang for what was his greatest grudge of his lifetime he did not feel the full strength he was capable of wielding. Looking at the place they made contact the floor had been shattered to reveal the dirt laden ballast that was underneath.

“Fool! Are you trying to destroy this vessel!?” The Vampire screamed at him as she examined her sword for damage, “This is now where we should be fighting if you are carrying a cannon as a weapon!”

Lucian charged her, not caring for her words or reason. Lucian was going to kill her and that was all he really reasoned for the moment. The speed she moved at though was something he could not belive. How the Vampire narrowly slithered like a snake around his blade, wary that its blade was more than enough to kill her with a single stroke.

He could see her, witness her, but he failed to strike her. Yet as she tried to strike like a serphant Lucian was already blocking the blade and trying to slam her with his fist. She was impacted, yet the strength of Lucian’s blow was dampened by that rock hard skin he knew to expect.

She rode the blow, being blown back just enough that she was one the other side of the stairs that Lucian had been blocking. She gave a smirk as she ran up in a blur of motion Lucian could barely see.

He gave chase, the burning hatred of all that were living festering in his chest as he did so.

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The top deck was alive with mayhem as Lucian arrived. He could see her laughed as half a dozen of the men were attacking her only to be killed with strikes to either the necks or the hearts. Hardly believing it Lucian could see them all, each kill stroke that took the life of a sailor so greedily. She was a siren of death who reigned in the confusion that she was causing. Lucian saw with a flick of her wrist as three of the sailors halted, each of them grabbing their chests as purple-green light escaped their mouth and eyes.

All of this was lit by the moon of Morrslieb. The evil grinning moon laughing as it partook in the despair of all that was damnation and hatred and chaos.

She looked as Lucian for a moment, then quickly seizing one of the sailors for a vampire’s embrace. It was a quick feeding for her as she took what she could and ripped out the still bleeding neck overboard. Blood scattering over the waters for the fishes and monsters to partake in.

“I wonder how your blood taste oh noble Knight!” She shouted as her eyes glowed with red fury.

Lucian felt his chest burn and his eyes water. His mind ached as something was seemingly either being ribbed or gripped by her magic. It was the winds of Shysh being possessed by the damnable woman that were threatening to rip Lucian’s own soul out of his body, or entangle his mind in an web that would take his limbs and puppet him.

He crushed her connection. Though he was but a simple Priest of Morr he took the tangles that made the winds of Shysh and severed their connections into his body. The Lord of the Dead and his Priests have control over such magics, and so he too held enough sway to both resist and disenchant himself from their grip.

He could see it in her eyes, disdain for the failure of magics she tried to cast on her. That her magics were not enough to take the mind of a Noble Knight and twist them to her folly.

As the two faced eachother down the dead began to rise, the quick slaughter she did and the moments she gained cursing Lucian were enough for her to commit the greatest sin that came naturally to Vampires.

Lucian could not help the sailors, only he and he alone could kill this bitch.

>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne
>Try and taunt her, taint her into making a mistake
>Focus on buying time till support arrives.

>>5916044

>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne.

No tricks, no delays, this is the time. For everything we've been through, everything we've faced, this bloodsucking bitch is going to die today.

This was and still is our first oath. This monster will be torn apart and thrown into the sea, even if it costs us our lives. May Morr guide our blade.

>>5916044
>"Stay back you foolish bastards and Hinder me no further, She is MINE!"
>Charge her

6 down? Good start bitch but you've a lot more to do before we're done.

>>5916044
>>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne
The more this fight goes on, the more Lucian will be fatiged and the more zombies will rise!!!

>>5916044
>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne
Slay all day

>>5916044
>Focus on buying time till support arrives.

>>5916044
>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne
"This is a vampire, and this is my fight, sailors !"
"IN MORR NAME, IS TIME TO DIE UNDEAD SCUM !"

Cut her, slice her in a millions pieces. She dies today and hell, you know what ? Last thing she will see is the ass of Truffles, then crush her head and throw it in the sea.

>>5916416
Ive been contemplating a few things to taunt her next turn.

Like "still scared of an Ass?" Or "Two years ago I slew your wolves, Now I shall slay their Bitch." Or finally "You told me I was the first of the Lowborn to face you of their own will, am I also the first of the Lowborn to send a von Carstien fleeing?"

I want to use the "lord" thing that the servant said in an insult, but nothing comes to me.

>>5916491
damn those are pretty good, i will support them next vote if shes still up and running

>>5916491

Good job, those insults would definitely make the leech focus on us.

why we hm, asuming it's the same vampire? just saying

>>5916791
Because it is stated to be the same one, It uses the same reference picture, Lucien recognises it as the same one and acts as such.

It is not an assumption.
If this female mage vampire with stone skin is not the same female mage vampire woth stone skin from 2 years ago, it is because the QM is lying to us. Which honestly I dont put it past him, but see no valid reason to assume he is.

>>5916791
Because it is

ROLLS, Bo3

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5917114
First for vussy.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5917114
For morr

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5917114

>>5917199
o.o

>>5917199
Ah. Fuck.

>>5917199
Alright, honestly on a technical this 100 does not count. If enough of you are willing to accept a critical failure we can move forward with it, but I'll just be making things just that little bit worse.

>>5917224
He rolled it. Count it.

>>5917232
Yeah buts its best of 3, thats the worst of three.

>>5917233

The phrase literally is the "best of three" this 100 is not the best of three.

>>5917224
If it doesnt count. . Then, we still take 42? Ill be homest chief I'm not seeing the issue.

Sure I'm Glad to get another chance at a better roll, in which case, hey Chivalry, Roll again.
But I dont understand why this 100 doesnt count, since you could ignore it if it is best of three without a hold up.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

I'm just rolling the dice out of curiosity, ignore me.

>>5917244
Id prefer if we didnt, but hey ho. Such is life.

>>5917240
>>5917242
Read the rules:
>The aim for rolls is low.

A 100 is a critical failure. So, you guys want that to be the chosen roll?

>>5917244

Of course NOW, the good number comes out.

>>5917248
We get that we want the low number.

What we dont understand is why you are telling us this? Is it an offer to roll again?

Like hell, I'd greatly prefer the 4 or 42. But if criticals override then they overide.
If they don't, then we still get the 42 anyway.

You know what, Im overthinking this.

>NO QM, PLEASE USE >>5917119 OR >>5917244

>>5917248

I don't want to, what I want is to accept what I rolled now as a reroll. Like a blessing of Morr that can happen once per fight, but the rules are the rules, do what you think is right QM.

>>5917252
I try to make a joke but writing while writing does not work it seems.

>>5917233
>>5917248
>>5917253
A critical supersedes normal rolls, regardless if it is good or bad.

>>5917259
His joke is that if it was truly best of 3, he shouldnt take the 100.

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Witnessing the blood of murder of his fellow man, even those he hated, gave Lucian a burning heart of anger and rage as he witnessed it. The burning of Grimnir’s fire seared his flesh as he advanced forward with the scythe bear in his hand. He shouted at the top of his lungs as he advanced towards her with an anger that was threatening to cloud his entire mind, “IN MORR’S NAME, IT IS TIME TO DIE VAMPIRE SCUM!”

She looked towards Lucian with a grin upon her face, welcoming the assault with full glee. Lucian made a quick slice towards her neck, the vampire weaving her blade through the air in such a way that it diverted the blade towards in the air so that she could get that good slice into Lucian.

The Knight saw the attack coming and welcomed it, seeing the blade slam across his armor as the Vampire realized that he wore the armor of Dwarfs. Even an enchanted weapon, which he for sure expected her to wield, would not so easily pierce the armor of a Runesmith’s creation.

“Two years!” He shouted as he swung the weapon around and this time tried to reach for her unarmored arm, “You took everything from me! You killed everyone!”

Lucian watched that inhuman blur of man’s form flow towards his weapon, shuttering it towards one side as to get another strike. Yet as the weapon appeared to be seeking the non-existent exposure in his armor to slice into and sever the Knight was already upon her. She was forced to strike a failure on his armor as he came with another strike that aimed for her legs.

She diverted this strike into the nearby staircase, shattering the nearby staircase into a thousand pieces.

Each and every strike Lucian was redirected but the Knight was keeping up. Sometimes she would get one or two strikes in yet the Knight was still standing. She had not time to kill him in the constant onslaught that he was projecting towards her.

All around them pieces of the ship were shattering from his weapon. Once a pair of doors were shattered while another had the railings and wall kicked out. One of the masts had themselves shattering, falling over taking undead and man alive towards their graves in the open seas.

One of these moments though Lucian felt a sickening strike. A tear into his shoulder that caused the vampire to laugh in enjoyment as she had worked at a part of Lucian’s armor. The inhuman strength of the Vampire being just enough for her to not only mend the armor, but worm her blade into his shoulder.

Lucian gave a yell of anger as he backed away from her for the moment.

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“So you run from me, so unvaliant.” She said as she took the weapon and licked it, “Look at all the ruin you have caused Knight. In trying to save these people you have damned your journey.”

Lucian felt out his shoulder, the pain so immense and while he felt himself growing stronger with every second of the fight the blood was his life.

While a clock was started and she had proven herself. Lucian kept his head high. She was probably taking him seriously, but he wanted her to realize how much he hated her.

“Two years ago, I slew your wolves and you were scared away by an Ass.” Lucian said as he felt utter hatred well him, “Now I will slay their bitch.”

The Vampire looked confused at Lucian. Then, slowly, her faced turned into a hardening realization as a raging wildfire of anger began to cross her features until her face was anything but that of a human.

“YOU!”

A single word filled with complete and utter hatred for his being as Lucian heard it. In an instant she was upon him and Lucian swung his weapon in her direction so that he could get a kill. Instead though she slammed her hands into his arms and sent the attack wide so that she could get her claws upon his helm.

Lucian felt an explosion of magic rupture just before his face as the runemagic that held his armor together was disrupted with the baneful magics of the vampire. Narrowly Lucian’s face escaped the claws as they rendered through the helm, making four slits now ran across his helm vertically.

So large were these that the Vampire could see Lucian’s face.

“DIE!”

Hatred now manifested in magic Lucian watched as she raised her hand towards Lucian. A sickening purple edged off of her hands before it shot forward like a viper. Then in the next second Lucian heard an explosion so great that it sent both him and the Vampire sprawling across the deck.

His ears rang, though as his eyes drifted he could see what had caused the explosion. Standing there, in a crater of wood, was Bok holding Tee-Nee-Tyny like the obedient servant it was.

Lucian did not know what happened, or why the Kroxigor appeared to be covered in ash, but what the Knight knew was that the Skink had just saved his life.

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“DAMN YOU ALL!” Yelled the Vampire as she rose from her impact and stretched a hand towards the Kroxigor. Lucian watched as Bok shuttered with purple energies that were so violent that he could see the odd skeleton of the monster. Then he saw as the magic seemed to string back towards the Vampire.

Before he knew it he was running. Lucian slamming his shoulder into the Vampire as to disrupt the casting so that the Kroxigor would not lose its life. He went for a strike with his scythe and the Vampire simply went around the blade.

He was too slow.

Yet as the Vampire took her hands ready to dig her claws into Lucian’s face everyone’s balance was disrupted and then shattered. The very boat itself began to shutter and shatter in half as something massive came from the waters below.

There Lucian realized why one does not spill blood upon the open seas, for the Captain did not lie that Mann guarded his realm jealously against all. He was only the God of Manann because manking respected the God of the open seas.

A monster with three heads and so many limbs came up and slammed them into the foundation of the ship. Drawn here by the powerful magics and blood that was spilled into the sea, Mann had sent forth one of his terrors to get rid of the spawn of Order and Chaos.

This boat was damned. Finished. None were going to survive as the leviathan tried to take them to Mann’s realm underneath the seas.

Bleeding from the shoulder Lucian knew that beyond all goals was the Vampire, yet he had sworn other oaths. He did not know of what was happening to Adok and Tee-Nee-Tyny had just saved his life! One is clearly dying and the other was underneath the ship, he who Lucian had sworn an Oath to take to Albion!

Would Morr punish him to not take this moment to slay the Vampire? Would Lucian’s family not damn him for trying to kill the undead? But those were the matters of the Divine and the Damned, for what happened to those Lucian had fought alongside with?

Lucian looked over and saw that the Vampire was in no good shape. While she sported no injuries, the sheer chaos meant that Lucian might, might, get the strike upon her he needs.

>Go for the Vampire
>Save your Friends

>>5917286
>Save our friends.
Weakened as we are, We are not likely to get the hit we need. We will get her next time.

Glad she remembers us. Very Glad Mann elected this option.
Come on Adok, Come on Teeny and Bok and truffles too. Lets leave them to their fates.

Lets hear how this upsets Morr who's only command is kill undead and respect the dead.

>>5917286
>Save your Friends

>>5917286
>>Go for the Vampire
This is when we lose it all, blinded....

>>5917286
>Save your Friends
I am fairly sure Manann doesn't act like a dick toward other benevolent gods, so i will simply consider this Lucian being an average Brettonian noble (lack of knowledge), because that thing created in AI looks like something out of the Sea of Claws and hyper chaos infested. Not exactly what a poseidon-like deity would want has a divine servant, to be frank.
The vampire is still here so unless she can shoot herself out of the ship like a ballistic missile, or has some teleportation mc guffin, she isn't going anywhere.

From now on best to stay clear from retards, has a golden rule for us.
Or better yet, no more searching on your own and we just say to the main leader guy that we have to talk with, in the occasion of that time, of what we can do. Want our help, good. Don't want our help, we will do something else that helps people. Simple, doesn't create issues for anyone, we do our job and if bad shit happens wasn't our fault since there was a clear refusal and desire of inaction. Who would have thought turning down the help of a holy warrior wasn't very smart. I am very much not interested in this happening again, has it has completely block Lucian growth for me and i lost some of the interest for the quest. Despite my investment from first thread.
I wonder whats the captain doing right now, a classical sleepy head. Will his jaw hit the deck when he sees a chaos monster and a vampire ? Either way killing this chaos beast and saving everyone should be enough to restore our demigod status, its a terrific creature.

>>5917788
I dont think the sea monster counts as a great beast of Avalon.

It might, we don't know if it causes issues for fishing ships or whatever, but given our location and the creature being a servant of manann, I doubt it.

Regarding retards. Requiring their express permission to investigate seems like it is going to damage our efforts in the long term, which shouldnt be abided in the hunt for the undead.
Allowing the necromancers and vampires to kill people before we step in is just aiding our enemy. Even if the "told you so" is worth a lot.

>>5917286
>Go for the Vampire

>>5917902
I didn't say Albion.
I meant right now, the gods have took away our blessings. Killing this beast and saving the crew and our companions should be proof enough for regaining them.

Nah is best if we ask, i really don't want to be forced to do violence with mortals and i don't want to see this issue again. It wastes our time, and we don't want their blood on our hands. Especially with powerful people, but we have also to consider common people due to our oath.
If they listen is better for everyone, if they can't it was best like this. We can consider it a punishment of the gods for them, for their hubris.
I am pretty sure we need to let the vampire walk out of here for today, because otherwise we risk to lose our important companions that have been with us for quite a bit. Losing them would just harm us for no reason and so far we didn't manage to do much to the vampire, that "might" looks like a lie. I don't see Lucian abandoning his companions and it just seem like a poor decision. This ship travel has been nothing but bad from the start.

>>5917286
>Go for the Vampire
Yeah. "Go" for the Vamprie.

>>5917788
>>5917425
That's true, the vampire is not getting away... do they float?
Changing from
>Vampire
to
>Friends
@QM

:)

>>5917286

>Save your Friends.

They just saved Lucian live, I think that even blinded by hatred he wouldn't ignore them.

>>5917286
>Save your Friends

Friends
>>5917295
>>5917415
>>5917788
>>5918114
>>5918156
>>5918402

Vampire
>>5917938
>>5918037

Alright, I think I have an idea on how to write this to go with the three monsters. Real spoiler; Three monsters, three deeds that will restore Lucian's honor to the gods. At the end, as a new man, shall he ascend.

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In the Chaos Lucian looked around himself. So many men and people dying across all forms of travesty. The sailors were being killed by the undead who rose, Lucian witnessing the last stand of the Captain as the man attempted to fight off the undead. He witnessed as Bok with one hand cradled the fallen Tee-Nee-Tyny while also fighting off the giant sea monster with the other hand.

His hatred full, yet hatred always fades. As he looked upon his fellows he knew what needed to be done. The scythe in hand Lucian tried to gain his bearing upon the ship, his eyes staring at the chaos happening closest to him.

“Captain!” Lucian shouted as he slammed his weapon towards the undead. The sheer shockwave was enough to shatter the winds of Shysh that acted as their bindings, “Safety! Where is Safety!?”

“tenders!” Shouted the man as he pointed at one of the small boats that landed on the vessel, “GET AT tender!”

Seeing what he needed, the Knight knew what he needed to do. His eyes looking across the ship for those who he could save. So much of it was destroyed in a single blast that the Knight had to regain some understanding of the ship’s structure. He was no sailor and he was not married to the vessel, so the Knight had to ask the Gods themselves, no matter how fickle, to guide his scythe.

In the green moonlight Lucian saw it. A single shadow from the clouds above in this green bleach of the world. Rushing towards it Lucian felt his heart struggle and his breath become haggard. The beating, oh the beating of the heart, was thumping against his neck and slamming into his plate.

“SHATTER!” He shouted while striking the deck and turning it into a hole that dug deeper into the vessel. Lucian could see Adok trying to get himself up but falling from one side of the room to the other. He stumbled like a newborn, the seas wrecking his senses.

Without another thought Lucian jumped down into the deck below. Water ran up to his knees already and more water was coming in. He could not think, only acted as he grabbed Adok at the elbow and lifted him.

“L-Lucian?” He asked confused as he tried to get his footing in water that was up to his stomach.

“You are not dying here!” Lucian declared as he hefted the Dwarf forward towards the stairs of this level.

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Each and every step was a trying one for the Knight as he had to carry so much more weight. The power of the gods, however mighty, was stagnating as Lucian felt there was a debate of wills happening above his head. Whatever damnation that Manann allowed had caused Lucian to injure his vows to Morr, yet the Lady of the Lake surely agreed with his decision to maintain the vast majority of his vows and oaths. Grimnir was giving some, but as Lucian ebbed more and more away from the berserk battle his influence was waning greatly.

Yet as Lucian got Adok out he saw the jet black hue of Nightshade standing at the door. Behind him was Truffles, the Donkey treading water just as well as Adok at the moment but the wang was still connected to him.

Without a second though Lucian threw Adok into the wagon and grabbed some rope. As if Nightshade knew what to do the horse gave Lucian its neck, soon pulling on the cart through the water with its mighty form. Lucian watched as Truffles quickly loaded themselves onto the wagon, getting mostly out of the water.

Without much else Lucian went into the back and pushed for stability and support. Both he and Nightshade shoved the cart through the deck and up the stairs with so much blood and pain that Lucian could not say.

Coming out onto the surface things had not gotten any better. Lucian saw the Vampire had risen from her defeated state, his sword slicing a tentacle from the giant monster flinching as the strike came near them.

“Lucian!” Shouted the Captain as he fired off a shot that took the head off a corpse, “The Dwarf, bring him here!”

Time was trying and vows needed to be kept. Lucian carted Adok close enough that the Sailors were able to unload him and the boat.

The Captain’s eyes glanced at Truffles for a moment, the Donkey not too scared and moving with the Dwarf as if they were long friends, “Why is there a Donkey!? We don’t have enough room for it with you!”

“GAH!” The sounds of anguish came as the Vampire raised a hand towards them, the woman covering her eyes as the white pelted donkey came within her eyes. As if taking the chance the sea monster slammed its tentacle into her and sent her flying into a wall.

“That!” Lucian shouted as he unhooked Nightshade and ran with it in the direction of Tee-Nee-Tyny.