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You float weightlessly, trapped between wakefulness and sleep. Slowly you become aware of the fact that you're submerged within some sort of fluid. Everything is dark, and quite warm. It's really very pleasant. However as you try to stretch your limbs you come into contact with some sort of fleshy substance. It surrounds you on all sides, entrapping you within this surrogate womb. Slowly you feel along the walls of your prison, searching for any cracks or gaps which you might be able to exploit.

Your fingers find a thin protrusion from the walls of your cell. Feeling along its length you find it's a cord, attached to your abdomen. Trying to pull it out sends pain shooting through your gut, so instead you try prying it off of the wall. You're far weaker than you remember being, but by bracing your feet against the walls of the cell and pulling with all your might you manage to rip the end of the cord off of the wall, ripping a hole in your prison in the process.

The fluid you're suspended in slowly drains from the cell, and with a little bit of work you widen the hole until you're able to slip through. You drop several feet to a metal floor, landing with a crash in a pool of viscous fluid, the same substance you were suspended in only moments ago. Wherever you are it's very dark, the only light streaming in through windows in placed high on the wall opposite a long row of fleshy sacks much like your own.

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You're naked and emaciated, your muscles atrophied. It's like you haven't moved a finger in years. Just pushing yourself to your feet leaves you gasping for breath. Only after slipping and falling on your ass half a dozen times do you finally succeed in propping yourself up against the wall. A quick glance to your right reveals an door made of thick steel open to a vast plain of wires and flesh melded together so perfectly it's difficult to tell one from the other. Looking left, all you see is row upon row upon endless row of flesh pods like the one you've only recently escaped.

Your choice is clear. Supporting yourself against the wall of this facility you stumble towards the door, progress unbearably slow. Just as you're about to step past the threshold a voice cries out from behind you, echoing through the dark halls of this strange place.

“Mik!”

You bolt upright, smashing your head into the ceiling of your cramped sleeping compartment in the process. Groaning you let your head slump back into the headrest, using just a touch of water magic to dull the pain now throbbing through your skull.
>Vys Pool: (40/[40])

Mortia is peeking at you from the foot of the sleeping compartment. “We've reached Nazir, we're rolling up to the gates right now. It's two hours past midnight so everything is locked up pretty tight, Darzi says we need you to talk to the guards, get us in to see your brother or father or whoever. She sounds pretty anxious.”
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The memory of that dream remains at the forefront of your mind, even as you shake off the last few dregs of sleep. You've never had a dream like that, a dream that felt indistinguishable from reality. Still, you've no time to dwell on it apparently. A Vatis' work is never done.

Sliding out of the sleeping alcove you sink into the plush upholstery of the carriage, Mortia slides out of the way to make room for you. The carriage is already slowing to a halt, and you think you can hear men shouting outside. Something about a curfew, you think.

>You're a Grandmaster Vatis, are they really going to refuse you entry? Pull on your robes and tell them to open the gates.
>Make yourself presentable and try to smooth talk your way in, tell them you're just traders.
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.
>Write-in

>>42690664
>You're naked and emaciated, your muscles atrophied. It's like you haven't moved a finger in years. Just pushing yourself to your feet leaves you gasping for breath. Only after slipping and falling on your ass half a dozen times do you finally succeed in propping yourself up against the wall. A quick glance to your right reveals an door made of thick steel open to a vast plain of wires and flesh melded together so perfectly it's difficult to tell one from the other. Looking left, all you see is row upon row upon endless row of flesh pods like the one you've only recently escaped.
We're in the matrix

>>42690688
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.

>>42690688
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.

Rolled 9, 6, 9 + 10 = 34 (3d10 + 10)

>>42690688
>>You're a Grandmaster Vatis, are they really going to refuse you entry? Pull on your robes and tell them to open the gates.
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.

Robes then namedrop.

I added a new pastebin to the OP: http://pastebin.com/gR0sgiFu
It's a definitive list of Samjan noble ranks, at least in the Shahdom.

Additionally, I know I started late but I have no classes tomorrow so hopefully we should get a full thread in.

>>42690688
>You're a Grandmaster Vatis, are they really going to refuse you entry? Pull on your robes and tell them to open the gates.
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.

>>42690688
>Fuck these guys, your family literally owns this town. Namedrop.

>>42690688
>>Make yourself presentable and try to smooth talk your way in, tell them you're just traders.

Why announce ourselves?

>>42690883
>>42690688
I'll support the two pronged assault.

>>42690688
>>42690883
+1

>>42690688
>You're a Grandmaster Vatis, are they really going to refuse you entry? Pull on your robes and tell them to open the gates.

We ought not to tell them we're Mikhael, since we aren't technically unbanished yet. We don't want to bother Kadir with that any more than we already have, anyways.

>>42690818
>>42690883
>>42690980
>>42691014
>Fuck these guys you're a noble AND a Vatis!

>>42690934
>You're just here to rob them of their hard earned money, what's the problem?

>>42690915
>>42690785
>You literally own this town, and you're not using literally as a general intensifier here.

>>42691094
>Wizard comin' through, make way dirty mortal peasants

Writin'

>>42690688
>Make yourself presentable and try to smooth talk your way in, tell them you're just traders.

Rolled 10, 6, 1 + 10 = 27 (3d10 + 10)

>>42691094
We have letters directly from the Shah

>>42691129
Christ you suck at counting: >>42690769

SO ITS RUNNING AFTER ALL

Texted Soumoto asking her to try to contact Soma to see if he's ded.

Did the popularity wane or is this just a slow day? God help us if the IRCfags make up the majority now.

>>42692285
Mwahahahahahaaaaa

>>42692285
>implying we aren't the majority
>implying the IRCabal hasn't been pulling the strings from the start

Banished Quest was a mistake.

>>42692325
>foil hats intensify

Thanks for waiting for me to make noodles, Soma. You can come back now.

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You reach into your cloak, pulling out your grandmaster's robes. They've been folded neatly, and you think they might have been cleaned as well. They smell like... well, it's hard to describe. Like citrus mixed with the sort of sharp stench that follows a lightning strike. You shake them out a bit before pulling them on.

By the time you get your robes on and everything properly layered the carriage has rolled to a stop. It sounds like the guards are having a heated conversation with Darzi, though it's muffled by the walls of the carriage. Smoothing your robes one last time you throw the carriage door open and descend the steps. The conversation between Darzi and the guards is cut off almost immediately.

The guards in question are dressed in the style of your family's elite guard. They wear a plate cuirass over chainmail reinforced in places by metal scales. The guards in question are rather richly dressed. What sets your family guard apart from most others is their elaborately patterned silk coats, each with your family's regalia of a broken chain above a crown embroidered on the back.

There are two guards, and you fix each of them with a cold glare before speaking. “Who rules here in the Emir's stead?”

The guards share a glance, before the one nearest you answers. “Sheikh Zaahir, his eldest son. He arrived only days ago with his wife to assume control of the garrison here. Who's asking?”

You smile wide, your tone as sweet as honey. “Grandmaster Mikhael, of the house Abdul-Hakim.” The guards stand up a little straighter. You think the one standing on the opposite side of the carriage, near Darzi, might actually recognize you. He certainly looks vaguely familiar. “I've come to tour my family's most recent acquisitions and alert my brother of a threat to the east.”

The one nearest you doesn't seem quite convinced. “Do you have any proof-”

(1/4)

>>42690664
>literally the matrix
soma are you already drunk

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He's cut off by his companion. “Shut it, Hasim! Look at the man, closely. You're telling me you don't recognize Sheikh Mikhael?” Turning away from his companion the guard addresses you. “We're terribly sorry, sir. We'll get the gates open right away!”

You hold up a hand, begging pause. “Hold on, hold on. His question is fair. I'll provide proof if he wants.” The guard nearest you, Hasim, is already starting to look worried. He fidgets uncomfortably in place, apparently unsure of what to say. Reaching into your cloak you extract your dagger, your mundane dagger, and place your hand against the side of the carriage.

Placing the tip of the knife against the flesh of your index finger, you push the blade forward. Your finger comes off cleanly, knife thudding softly against the wood. You don't feel a thing, nor do you bleed, but just for effect you hold your hand up so the guard can get a good look as it begins to regrow. First bone slowly reforms itself, then tendons. Finally muscle and skin. The entire process doesn't take more than a few seconds, and once done you retrieve your finger from the sand where it fell. “Convinced?”

The guard nods, mouth set in a thin line, and you shove the dagger back into your cloak before tossing your severed finger to the guard. He fumbles the catch completely, letting out a surprised yelp. Darzi just sighs aloud from the driver's bench. The other guard quickly bows low, retreating with his companion to the gates. There's an exchange of shouts before the massive wooden doors start to grind opening.

You're actually rather impressed with Nazir. There are seldom few fortified towns this deep into Pidjata, most Bays make due with a fortified tower, if that. Some just live in the biggest hut at the center of the village. By your admittedly rough estimate, the walls of Nazir are a solid thirty feet high all around with guard towers at each of the four corners probably reaching as high as fifty feet.
(2/4)

There is a village clinging to the walls composed mainly of marketplaces, housing, and barracks. There's also a small temple dedicated to Pani at one end of the village. As the gates swing fully open you're afforded a much more spectacular view of the city proper. While certainly no El-Amin, Nazir seems to be thriving. Multi-story shops line the streets, likely serving as both home and business to the shopkeepers who run them. The streets are lit even at this hour by glass lanterns hung from tall iron poles. You think you might see an inn up ahead, light still pouring from its windows even now.

You climb back onto the carriage as it starts rolling forward. The palace is the largest structure for miles in any one direction, its tallest spire seeming to touch the clouds themselves, so you have no trouble navigating there. You pass a large temple dedicated to Pani, colorful red, gold, and blue fish swimming through the waters of the ornamental pools which surround the enormous domed structure. You also pass a bath house, a theater, a small arena, and an empty market plaza; as well as all manner of money changers, jewelers, tailors, and spice traders.

You imagine in the day, filled with people and vendors hawking their goods, these streets would be quite impressive. Unfortunately you don't see another soul in sight except for a patrolling guardsman every now and again. Perhaps there was some sort of civil unrest?

Soon you arrive at the palace and the guards wave you through the iron gates up to the palace proper. Darzi pulls the carriage to a stop just inside the gates and slides out of the driver's bench to the cobblestones of the courtyard. You let go of the chain you'd been using to hold yourself to the side of the carriage and slap the door to the carriage's compartment. Mortia and Profectus emerge a moment later.
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A slave in white linen robes, an elven man, approaches your group as one of his compatriots slides into the driver's bench of your carriage, presumably to stable your camels. The elf speaks, his Samjan impeccable. “Sheikh Zaahir has asked not to be disturbed, but if you'll follow me I will take you to your rooms. I'm sure the Sheikh would be pleased to speak with you over dinner.”

>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.
>Sleeping? In a real bed? That sounds wonderful. The bandits will be incapacitated for at least the next few days.
>Write-in

>>42692541
>>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.

When have we ever fucking opted to sleep?

Besides, we just had a nap.

>>42692541
>Sleeping? In a real bed? That sounds wonderful. The bandits will be incapacitated for at least the next few days.

Rolled 6, 3, 3 + 10 = 22 (3d10 + 10)

>>42692541
>>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.

>>42692541
>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.

>>42692541
>Sleeping? In a real bed? That sounds wonderful. The bandits will be incapacitated for at least the next few days.
Need to recover fully and have more unoriginal dreams

>>42692541
>Sleeping? In a real bed? That sounds wonderful. The bandits will be incapacitated for at least the next few days.

>>42692541

>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.

>>42692541
>>Sleeping? In a real bed? That sounds wonderful. The bandits will be incapacitated for at least the next few days.

>>42692490
Well, the "Casually cutting off his own finger" thing tells me we should probably put that ring back on, and is probably more convincing that we're also Mikhael than any ID.

>>42692560
>implying we would be sleeping

Protip: Darzi's bunking with us.

>>42692541
>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to LET YOU wake your brother.

We should go spook him.

>>42692541
>>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.
we need them to still have the shits when we attack so that we can take many prisoners

>>42692636
No, we shouldn't.

>>42692541
>You're not here to make a social visit, damn it. There are slavers to kill! Order the slave to wake your brother.

Plenty of time to sleep later. They've got an army, and too many battles have been lost to overconfidence.

>>42692640
fuck off prisonerfag

>>42692636

Seconding. What's Banished Quest without Mik trolling some people.

>>42692640
>>42692636
>>42692601
>>42692586
>>42692578
>>42692560
>>42692653
>This isn't a god damn house call

>>42692608
>>42692597
>>42692588
>>42692568
>REAL NIGGA HOURS if u up rn why ain't you clik dat shit?

>>42692636
>>42692671
>SPOOP

>>42692657
Suck my anus, pleb

>>42692686
>REAL NIGGA HOURS if u up rn why ain't you clik dat shit?
What meme is this?

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>>42692750
Hiroyuki pls

>>42692624
Well we're socially functional at this level of insanity. Remember how Mik dealt with guards higher insanity? We sprinted sanic fast through Anthus, ripping apart infrastructure and pissing off every guard faction in the city in the process. We did this so we could view the library stock.

>>42692792
Well, yeah, but those were books on Magic motherfucker! This is just some dindu slavers.

>>42692765
soma pls, pics of animu Hiro-san acting cute? pls.

>>42692765
>>42693114
Wots this? Who the fuck is Hiro and what's he from?

chryssa a shit

>>42693203
The new owner of 4chan

>>42693203
>being this new
>>>/out/

>>42693203
He's Mootwo our new overlord

Hiro-san a cute! Want to bully with my penis!

>>42693246
>>42693203
Yeah, he's An Hiro, our new lord and savior

>>42693267
He's totally going to sell our information.

We need to get drunk and accidentally have sex with Chryssa while she's drunk as well

>>42693311
I better hide my dragon dildoes, then.

>>42693327
>still trying to get into worst girls pants
I thought you would have learned by now.

Drunk Chryssa wouldn't be more likely to fuck Mik at this point, just murder him in cold blood

>>42693409
>>42693410
Just imagine the awkward day after

>>42693410
Mik and Chryssa degenerate hatesex when?

>>42693539
she's too small, it'd be like trying to fit a dog in a party balloon.

>>42693566
We're a water vatis, we can control the amount of blood in our cock.

>>42693638
We can probably control the size too, tbh

>>42693638
and control Chrys' hormones

>>42693410
>>42693539

Dammit, when did you guys fuck up with Chryssa?

>>42693651

Probably only if we cut it off and grow a new one.

>>42693681
Have you ever had a cock?

>>42693681
back when they fucked a woman and live streamed it into her head

>>42693681
Have you not read the quest?

>>42693681
when we had sex with that other hot grandmaster vatis. And we crit failed on a joke roll.

Rolled 2, 5, 10 = 17 (3d10)

CRITICUS! GRANT ME A CRITICAL SO THAT IT MIGHT GO TO WASTE! THEN FEAST ON THE TEARS OF RAGE THAT FOLLOW!

>>42693729
What was the third problem we got from that roll?

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>>42693727

Only behind by like 50 threads.

>>42693712

Yes, but you've obviously had more than I.

>>42693729
>>42693727
>>42693725

As good a reason as any.

>>42693774
And Criticus said: "No."

>>42693786
>Only behind by like 50 threads.
Then why the fuck are you here? Go read the fucking quest you nigger.

Francis or Benedict?

>>42693791
did you not see that 2 in the front? This is obviously the work of Deuce.

>>42693774

Rolling for Vatis dick inflation technique.

>>42693814
He literally missed next to nothing

The last 50 threads can be summarized in a sentence

Rolled 8, 6, 10 = 24 (3d10)

>>42693774
You doing it wrong.

This is how you do it.

>>42693835
Here's a sentence for you

>>42693835
>>42693845
whoops
fuck off faggot

Rolled 9, 4, 2 = 15 (3d10)

>>42693828
whoops

>>42693817
Nazi Palpatine pope beats negro pope

>>42693845
>no punctuation
Invalid sentence. kil urself my man.

>>42693681
When she refused to accept us having a harem, like our father and his father before him and every other person of importance in our culture.

But yeah, Magic Mik's All Night Radio Sex Show was the final nail in the coffin.

>>42693786
Soma wrote smut.

>>42693783
Wasn't it being a lil bitch when we got the tattooed or was that a separate bad roll we could vys our way out of?

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>>42693335
I've got a place or two to put 'em.

>>42694105
The later. Anons literally voted against spending vys because "lol be a man!"

Even though we weren't a man then.

>>42693981
where?

>>42694152
>implying niggelves can become people

>>42694163
Go find it, you actually have to read the quest to reap the rewards.

>>42694250
Not that anon, I have read the quest. the only smut I remember was the fan made one with that girl we left at the vatis school that ended weird. When did Soma write smut?

>>42694437
>>42694163
Never

>>42694437
Soma did write some lovely smut. Demure, descriptive to a coy level.

Quite well done and difficult to locate, but it is in the archives.

Once the ebook is completed, it will become many anons favorite chapter.

1hr 33m

>>42694620
wait, do you mean when we had sex with the water vatis and critfailed?

>>42694696
BINGO.

>>42694152
Was it Vasuda reliving the gangbang parties then? This is gonna bother me until I forget about it/Soma reveals the last 1

>>42694743
Oh. that counted as smut?

>>42694795
They're easily impressed

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Holy shit Soma, i managed to get room spinally drunk and still no post, guess i can can catch the thread tomorrow.

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Fucking hell, I could have caught up on those 50 threads by now.

>>42694808

Apparently.

>>42694795
Soft porn smut is just as much smut as hard core smut and much more enjoyable for the writing quality and imagery.

Get your mind out of the gutter and elevate your tastes, anon. You will enjoy it much more than the wam bam thank you ma'am shit.

>>42694748
No. Vasuda was a result of alcohol and has been retconned. Attempting to fuck and reliving the gangbangs never happened anymore.

Soma has never said what any of the "boots" were. The live stream thing was clearly one, and anons are assuming Aisha being pregnant is another, but it's unconfirmed.

Nobody knows what the third boot is or if it's even happened yet. One potential is the humie bitch being pregnant. According to the Nigger Jew, he never confirmed that they used contraceptives then, just that they exist.

>>42694848
Meh

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You frown. What is your brother doing that's so important? “I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation. There's a camp of four hundred slavers sitting on the border between our lands and those of our neighbors. They plan to march through our lands raiding and pillaging as they go until they reach the coast, where they'll meet up at some prearranged location to offload the men and women they've captured. My companions and I have managed to poison them, but to deliver the final blow we'll need to raise the levies.”

The slave blinks, taking a moment to absorb all that you've just said. After a long pause he finally nods. “Right, then. Follow me to the main hall, the Sheikh will surely meet you there shortly.”

The slave turns sharply on his heel and starts marching towards the colonnade at the end of the courtyard. There are no doors, rather just a arched entryway into a foyer. You barely have any time at all to admire the carefully kept garden or the polished marble floors before you're led onward, into a far more intimate throne room.

Sofas line the walls, all turned to face the throne at the back of the room. It's little more than a gilded sofa with satin upholstery, a golden paneled frame spread out behind it depicting images of some forgotten battle, whatever paint originally decorated the individual panels has long since flaked away, leaving only the thin indentations of figures wrapped together in battle. At the center of the room is a fountain, flanked on each side by a woven rug.

The slave clears his throat. “Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back momentarily.” That's all he says before vanishing through a side door.

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Almost immediately Profectus occupies a spot stretched out amidst overstuffed pillows next to a hookah pipe. You opt instead for one of the sofas, as do Fulvia, Mortia, and Chrys. Darzi elects to stand rather than sit, pacing the room anxiously while waiting for your brother to appear. Coffee and tea are brought out, alongside slices of baklava. However, even after the snacks have been finished and cups drained you've still yet to see hide or hair of your brother.

Finally he steps out of the same side door the slave vanished through earlier, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair is tied back in a short ponytail and he seems to have hastily dressed himself in a rich red coat embroidered with gold thread and a pair of poofy white trousers which he's tucked into a pair of riding boots.

He slumps down into the throne at the end of the hall, the slave who escorted you placing a cup of coffee in your brother's hands before retreating to the back of the room, largely fading into the background. Finally your brother speaks. “Now then, what's this I hear about bandits on our borders, Mikhael? Are you sure it wasn't just a particularly large raiding force attacking one of our neighbors? The minor lords dotting our eastern frontier are rarely, if ever, at peace with one another.”

You stand, approaching the throne. “I'm sure. They were raiding not for plunder, but for slaves. Everyone in the Shahdom knows that enslaving a free man without cause is a death sentence. I also overheard a conversation between their leader and a insubordinate while I was poisoning their supplies. They were discussing whether or not they ought to raid our lands, ultimately deciding that they should.”

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You pause, thinking back on what other evidence you might present to convince your brother. “They also spoke Samjan with a strange accent which I suspect may be Samrajyan in origin, and many among their number bore the scars of Aghtaki.”

Your brother leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I think I've heard of these slavers. They've been raiding the area for years, from what I understand. They skirt the edge of the Pa'vala to get around the border and then ravage the countryside. Supposedly their leader is some sort of Vatis, never seen outside of his armor. He's gained quite the reputation for brutality, as I hear it. I don't think they've ever come this far inland before.”

Zaahir falls silent, momentarily lost in thought. “How long do we have until this poison of yours wears off, or is it lethal?”

You glance behind you at Mortia sitting on a bench, she stares back at you, clearly not comprehending the exchange between you and your brother. Switching to Rhynian, you repeat his question. “How long will the poison last, and what is it exactly?”

Mortia perks up. “Oh! It's, uhh...” She trails off, pursing her lips briefly in thought. “Well, it causes extreme intestinal discomfort. Vomiting, diarrhea, swelling, and pain are the usual symptoms. Usually it passes through the system in about three days, but some recover faster than others. Symptoms usually set in around an hour after initial consumption and they hit hard. I would be surprised if anyone affected is able to walk at all for the next several days.”
(3/4)

>>42694848
Soft core rape smut?

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Your brother nods, responding in Rhynian. “So we have two or so days to rally our forces? That's not a lot of time. I can send out messages to the various Istandar responsible for governing the divisions of our lands, calling for them to raise their levies and gather in Nazir, but-” He trails off, cocking his head to one side contemplatively. “I suppose counting the city guard Nazir can provide a levy of around three hundred men, give or take a dozen or so in either direction.”

He turns towards his slave, you're beginning to think that particular slave acts as something of an advisor. “How many troops would you say we have within two days' travel?”

The slave's response is surprisingly prompt, he doesn't even have to think about it. “At last count, Sheikh, there were five hundred and thirteen young men of fighting age in Nazir and its hinterlands. I suspect those could be reinforced with an additional one hundred and forty nine from the villages along the northern and western coast if you were willing to wait until sunrise tomorrow to begin the assault.”

Your brother nods, sitting up straighter. “Six hundred sixty two poorly trained peasant levies versus four hundred or so hardened military veterans too busy shitting themselves to fight, if you're willing to wait a day or so that is.”

>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.
>You were really just playing messenger, what he does with the information you've given him is for him to decide. You'll be gone by tomorrow morning.
>It's probably best to wait until you've mustered every last man of fighting age you reasonably can without missing the opportunity to attack them while they're weakened.
>Write-in

>>42694941
>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.

>>42694941
>>It's probably best to wait until you've mustered every last man of fighting age you reasonably can without missing the opportunity to attack them while they're weakened.

Sleeeeeeeeep

>>42694941
>>It's probably best to wait until you've mustered every last man of fighting age you reasonably can without missing the opportunity to attack them while they're weakened.
How many vatis do we have? they didn't have many, if memory serves.

>>42694941
>You were really just playing messenger, what he does with the information you've given him is for him to decide. You'll be gone by tomorrow morning.
No large scale battles for you, Soma. It's Jungle time.

>>42694941
>It's probably best to wait until you've mustered every last man of fighting age you reasonably can without missing the opportunity to attack them while they're weakened.

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>>42694941
>Consult the Spire of Spying but don't use it on boss man

>>42695018
Your font just keeps getting worse and worse.

>>42695018
the font is too hard to read

>>42695009
Well they had 3 nature vatis and 2 vatis that were meditating when we tried to sneak in, and their leader is supposed to be a vatis, so maybe 10+?

>>42695018
fuck you

>>42694941
>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.
Let's also scary his lion plated soldier.

>>42694941
>>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.
After some more sleep. lets get in top fucking shape.
And raid their plunder.

>>42694941
>>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.

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>>42695037
>>42695047
Eh

>>42694941
>Attack now, but call for reinforcements anyway.
If we like, have the other soldiers fortify Nazir we'll have a fallback position if shit goes south.

>>42695096
Still shit.

>>42695059
I don't think that's a lot for 400 men armies. there's probably at least some in Nazir, What with guards and public servants who build stuff and handle water... Not to mention pani's temple

>>42694941
>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.

>>42694941
>Attack now but still call for reinforcements.
Why not both?

>>42694938
It's very gentle and comforting. Lot's of cooing involved.

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>>42695092
>>42695092
>>42695070
>>42695062
>>42695109
>>42694987
>>42695131
>>42695131
>ALLAHU AKBAR

>>42695004
>>42695009
>>42695016
>>42695109
>>42695161
>Call for reinforcements

>>42695096
fuck OFF

font is ass, stop trying

>>42694941
>It's probably best to wait until you've mustered every last man of fighting age you reasonably can without missing the opportunity to attack them while they're weakened.

>>42695096
it's still no good man.

>>42695207
How many vatis can we muster up from Nazir?

So guys, let's discuss how to best leverage Zahak in this battle. Some lads have came up with the idea of dropping chemical nastiness from inside the cloak from above with Zahak. Any other suggestions?

>>42695207
You're doing this on purpose you railroading sack of shit.
>>42695011

>>42695244
Unleash the tentacles!

>>42695265
Kek

>>42695240
If the priest from the temple participate, you'd have about 20 Water Vatis on your side ranging in talent from Apprentice to Master. There are probably a handful of Earth Vatis of some skill who work construction for the whole town. Maybe one Metal vatis who's a smith. A dozen or so fire vatis scattered throughout and a handful of Nature vatis.

I'll say around 51 all told.

>>42695265
Swear on me mum m8, I'm just forgetful.

>>42694941
>You'll probably do just fine with just the five hundred from Nazir and its surroundings. You do, after all, have a dragon for an adoptive son. Tell him to mobilize the forces and you'll set out personally to lead them at dawn.

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>>42695212
Nah

Got an unnatural amount of energy tonight

>>42695351
Better. Much better. It still looks out of place, though.

>>42695351
much better 6/10

>>42695351
better, improveable, but better.

>>42694941
So, Im thinking some kind of ambush may be in order. As little straight out open fighting as possible.
Maybe, Set up some traps and a staging area in their path, or around that place they said they were headed, so if they try to take off, they get trapped between our forces?

>>42695351
saturation too high

>>42695440
nah, just begin be strafing their camp with Zahak. While they're shitting themselves they won't react very fast

>>42695351
Try these:
http://www.fontspace.com/cloutierfontes/cf-one-two-trees
http://www.fontspace.com/manfred-klein/plantsletters
http://www.fontspace.com/m%C3%A5ns-greb%C3%A4ck/botanink
http://www.fontspace.com/fontilizer/leaves

>>42695440
A partial encirclement, create sinkholes by eroding earth into sand in the opposite direction if they choose to withdraw.

Then begin strafing and slowly march troops forward.

>>42695527
>>42695464
>>42695440
Does Brother have a map of the are somewhere? Maybe theres something to take advantage of there.

Blood bending when?
Controlling dead bodies with water magic to fake necromancy when?
Putting souls of something into dead people to actually perform necromancy when?

>>42695631
never, anon

never

though I think something like bloodbending is possible in-setting

>>42695631
I'm honestly not sure how long we'd keep our companions around after performing necromancy.

Suggestion: We build tunnels through the sand underneath the bandit scum and collapse them at opportune moments. It shouldn't be too hard with our stone sleeve.

>>42695676
I think we could make giant fissures that swallows up entire contingents of their army, then close them right after, honestly.

>>42695676
Or we could strafe the camp riding on Zahak with a dozen or so illusionary dragons.

>>42695676
Giant golems made with stone sleeve
Play siege! With these faggots but on a full size scale

>>42695648
manipulate vys.

So how long have you been waiting to right larger, army based combat, Soma?

>>42695890
We should never have given him this opportunity.

>>42695927
It'll be good m8, I don't think he's that drunk.

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>>42695854
Fuck why not go small soldiers on their ass?

we could produce hundreds of golems right now, like the metal ones exclusively

and squad of large ones

>>42696358
Or a couple the size of houses.

>>42696379
Or one the size of the palace

>>42695207
Please tell me they beat the shit out of that guy immediately afterwards.

>>42696391
It could have actual battlements. A small mobile fortress for archers. And a mobile command center.

You've only got a three day window, if you spend the next two days gathering your forces some of the bandits will likely recover and it's almost certain that the affects of the poison will have started to abate. “I think it would be best if we attack in the morning, without waiting for reinforcements from the coastal villages. Right now we have the advantage of surprise and momentum, we need to maintain those advantages.”

Darzi is quick to interrupt. “Still, you should call up the levies from the villages and have them act as defenders of Nazir. If this battle does go poorly, which I doubt it will, we'll want to have a fallback position ready. Nazir is heavily fortified, but if we leave it entirely undefended I doubt they'd have much trouble capturing it from the women, children, and infirm left behind.”

The slave seems to agree. “Additional reinforcements could also serve to replenish a weakened army, should we not be able to crush the bandits in one decisive battle.”

Your brother nods once you've all finished speaking. “Right then. Gerasimos, I want you to send out messengers to the coastal villages as well as the villages immediately surrounding Nazir. Send messengers upstream as well, I imagine soldiers can be sent downstream faster than they can march. We'll attack at dawn, as Mikhael suggest.”

Gerasimos, the elven slave, is quick to follow orders. However, before he can vanish through the doorway Zaahir calls out. “Wait one moment, would you. An idea occurred to me. Get in touch with the Temple in Nazir and ask them if they'd be willing to serve as healers, and contact the Laborer's Guild about any Vatis they might be able to provide.”

(1/2)

>>42696414
Why would they? Is funny joke about Muslim culture.

The slave bows at the waist before slipping out the door, leaving just you, your elder brother, and your companions in the room. It's Zaahir who's the first to speak. “Well then, Mikhael. I think I'll retire for the night. If we're to do battle I'll need a full night's sleep. I recommend you do the same.” He smiles apologetically. “No offense, but you look like shit. Are you sleeping at all?”

Your brother always has tried to look after you. More than your parents ever did. “Yes, Zaahir. Occasionally that is. I only look so haggard now because of a meditation method I recently attempted. It left me drained and I haven't had the chance to properly recuperate with all this bandit nonsense to deal with.”

Zaahir stands, stretching his back until there's a loud pop. “The Gods know there's more than enough room to house you and your companions in this place. We have something like three hundred bedrooms in this monstrosity. Granted, most of those are the Slave's quarters and it simply wouldn't do to house family there, but- well, you get the picture.”

Gods above, this place makes your estate in El-Amin look tiny by comparison. You knew that just based on the fact that it's five or six times the size of your estate no matter how you cut it, but it's still hard to believe that this palace belongs to your family.
(2/3)

Your brother motions for you and your companions to follow him, and once Fulvia manages to get Profectus to his feet that's precisely what you do. It's as you're scaling a spiral staircase that Darzi's voice pervades your thoughts. {I want to take the field, Mik.}

You're a little confused. {Why wouldn't you? I didn't think any of us would just spend the battle sitting on ass sipping drinks and enjoying dessert.}

You pick up a note of exaggeration in the brief contact between her mind and yours. {I don't mean like that, I want to lead. At least on one flank.}

>Sure, you're fine with that. Really it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.
>Gently remind her that the last time she led men into battle they were slaughtered to a man and she was taken captive.
>You were hoping to keep the party more or less together during the battle, just in case things go south and you need to cut and run.
>Write-in

>>42696482
>Sure, you're fine with that. Really it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.

>>42696482
>Gently remind her that the last time she led men into battle they were slaughtered to a man and she was taken captive, however it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.

>>42696482
>Sure, you're fine with that. Really it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.
but
>You were hoping to keep the party more or less together during the battle, just in case things go south and you need to cut and run.

>>42696482
>sure
Sappy so long as you come back to me remark at the end, a-as a joke

>>42696458
I'm a muslim and I can confirm that 50% of muslims would have laughed their asses off at that. 49% percent would've rolled their eyes and the remaining 1% would shoot you in the head for making light of their profession.

>>42696482
>>Write-in
Lead the force our self.
>Get our commanding skill up.

>>42696482
>Sure, you're fine with that. Really it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.
>Why?

>>42696562
REMOVE MUDSLI--sorry,pardon me. I MUST GO TO /pol AT ONCE

>>42696598
maybe I'll join you there.
>>42696482
>Sure, you're fine with that. Really it's your brother she should be speaking to. He's your father's regent here.
>Write-in
she should take one or more of our companions with her. commanders are hot targets and I doubt she'd take well to being taken prisoner again.

We should tell her she can but only if she agrees to marry us, clearly Darzi has some ambition.

>>42696664
I'd be happy if she agreed to a poke

>>42696664
hahahaha nigger what

>>42696664
Only if you have sex with me would be a funny responce to give her.

>>42696697
I'll second this shit, would be hilarious

>>42696697
She isn't 14.

>>42696664
We should tell her she can but only if she agrees to marry Skull Kid.

>>42696697
yes

>>42696644
Seconding

>>42696644
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>>42696811
>Go for it

>>42696510
>Did you forget that you're incompetent?

>>42696526
>>42696644
>>42696811
>She should take a bodyguard.

>>42696567
>You'll lead the troops yourself!

Writin' for take a bodyguard and go for it.

>>42696482
> The field and our men have to be led by members of our family whenever possible, Darzi

> So, just what are you asking for here?

Then give in and tell her it was a joke.

>>42696482
It won't work well unless she looks samjan...

they won't accept her leadership (because she's a degenerate human/robot), or their morale will be significantly lowered, etc...

>>42696866
Can we go do some aggressive scouting and set traps on where we expect the field of battle to be? Even just basic sinkholes set so that we can drop their troops into them and such would be a great aid.

I also think we should stealth into their camp and feed their officers to our cloak. Anyone in a tent by themselves, pretty much. Start with the mid-level dudes, bring along our nature staff so we can scope out where people are, and use it to implant suggestions for them to go use the bathroom and stuff to get them alone for nomming.

>>42696903
>>42696929
>Darzi's voice pervades your thoughts.
>Darzi

>>42696903
>>42696929

> Darzi

> Not looking like a gorgeous Samjan Amazon from legend

> Lowering morale

> Not following that beautiful ass into battle

What the fuck is wrong with you faggots?

>>42696866
>they won't accept her leadership (because she's a degenerate human/robot), or their morale will be significantly lowered, etc...
will this be a problem?

>>42696953
>>42696950

My bad, I thought it was fulvia talking

YEAH
YEEAAAHH
FULL SCALE COMBAT HO

WE GET TO HAVE FUN WITH OUR HORRIFYING ABILITIES AND WEAPONS

>>42697010
you know what this would be the time for? Uzis. sure, we'd better save a fewbullets just so we can add "killed a dragon with a gun" to our achievements, but think about what it would do to their morale if we just straight up mowed down their front line within a minute.

>>42697047
We need to armor up our fuckmothering dragon and rape shit is what we need to do.

>>42697059
Guys. Point Defense on Zahak while he breathes napalm on slaver scum. Fund it.

>>42696981
That's not really a bad idea, though. I mentioned it before in the other thread, Fulvia has a VYS GENERATOR THAT HAS NO CAP AND IS CONSTANTLY CHARGING and she hasn't done sweet shit fuck all with it for the last while.

She can probably discharge all that is one glorious wave of destruction. I'm thinking cruelly barbed stone tentacles that tear up through the ranks of the enemy and raise them into the air impaled and wrapping around them before encasing their heads and blending off their bodies.

And then we leave that there as a stone forest of warning.

>>42697010
>FULL SCALE COMBAT HO
On Friday.

>>42697092
>Friday
>not Monday

>>42697086
Wait, we have the Nature Crown of the Elf King. Point Defense will have a *massive* bonus.

>>42697086
> Not just having him fly high up above them and dropping shit.

> Literal flaming dragon shit.

>>42697059
b-but muh gun-toting dragon rider

>>42697088
I bet she could unleash a magnetic blast powerful enough to deform every sword and shield in a quarter-mile radius.

>>42697107
I wonder if we can meditate to extend the effect to the whole army at the expense of not participating ourselves. and I also wonder if it would help advance our nature majykk.

>>42697108
What if he has an Diarrhea that day?
> We created Napalm Dung

soma?

>>42697631
no

>>42697631
Probably the last post coming up here.

>>42697631
Took him over an hour to post two updates last time, so it's probably going to take the rest of the week for him to finish up the prelude to the battle.

>>42697649
RIP

>>42697649
>implying you didn't fall asleep

soma is kill

>>42697919
llik si amos

>>42697938
pir

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You didn't really think you were going to be breaking your forces up into separate flanks and wings and all that nonsense, but you suppose it would make sense to do so even in a small engagement like this. {Sure, I'd be fine with you taking on some sort of command role. You'll need to talk to my brother and argue your case, since he's my father's regent and thus in charge of the army. I will say that I think you ought to take someone with you as a bodyguard, someone from the party. I don't want any of us getting isolated from the others.}

A curious mix of relief, fear, and resolve passes through the connection you share. {I'll take Profectus. Lazy and generally useless as he is I think he'll do well in actual combat. He was a professional soldier after all. I'm not asking for much, just a small ambush force or a flank to command.}

You get the sense that's not all she's really asking for, she wants more, but she's holding back. {What's got you so interested in commanding troops in the field all of a sudden?}

There's a pause. Darzi only responds once you reach the sixth floor of this tower you seem to be climbing and exit the stairwell. {I want to prove something, to myself really. That and I'm the most experienced commander here. I lead a force of two hundred El-Amin City Guard in an assault on Arsah, an old Hiacian fort that had been reclaimed by bandits. I doubt defeating a weakened enemy with superior numbers in an open field will be more difficult than dislodging a superior force entrenched in a fortified position.}

You think you might have heard about that actually. It was almost a decade ago, you were only nineteen years old at the time. Actually, just how old is Darzi? If she was already old enough to lead forces in battle on her own merits, after advancing through the ranks, she probably would've needed to be at least in her mid twenties. {How did you manage to accomplish that?}
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She seems to take obvious pride in recounting the accomplishment that probably earned her the rank of Captain. {I did my research. There was a sealed tunnel which led into the fort. I sent the bulk of my force through that tunnel while waiting outside with the rest of my men in hiding. The bandits fled the fort when it was clear their choices were lock themselves in the store rooms to slowly starve to death or abandon their base. It was a slaughter.}

Regardless your brother comes to a stop in the middle of a long hallway with doors. For the length of the hall, there are surprisingly few doors. Only eight in all. “Here are your rooms, it doesn't particularly matter which one you choose. I'll have my servants wake you once the troops are assembled and after a light breakfast we can discuss strategy in my study.”

Zaahir claps you affectionately on the shoulder before taking his leave, presumably returning to his own bedroom. Your party quickly claim their rooms, though Fulvia has to help Profectus to his. Honestly, what sort of dope was he smoking? He didn't really strike you as a lightweight.

You pick your own room, finding it as lavish as you expected. The first room of your suite is a sitting room with a fantastic view of the city below and a number of couches and chairs set out around the hearth. The other room is the bedroom proper, a comparatively small circular room with a large poster bed, silk curtains providing a degree of privacy.
(2/3)

Considering the fact you're still not fully restored after your last meditation, and you've only got a few hours to rest before the army is assembled, you quickly strip your robes and cloak off before crawling into bed. Real sheets and a feather mattress send you off with a caress into wonderful, dreamless sleep.

>EEEEEND THREAD
Really sorry about the late start tonight. I'll endeavor to start the Friday thread on time. Next thread you'll plan out the assault, begin combat, and (fingers crossed) finish the bandit plot line.
Also, ignoring the face tattoo and the hair color, some weird anatomy, and the lack of a stone arm this is a pretty good alt for Prof.

>>42698032
OFW our brother is in league with the slavers and is going to backstab us.

But Ricky eats the assassin.

>>42698032
Thanks for running, Soma.

And you never did say how long you've waited to do some large scale combat.

>>42698069
I've been waiting since Polopp, really looking forward to this and don't want to fuck it up. Like, for real. I want this to be fun for y'all. Gotta get my shit all together. Gotta put it in a backpack so it's all together, and I can take it somewhere.

>>42698069
He's been waiting since he dangled Polop in our faces.

>>42698085
You're making me schwifty here, Soma.

>>42698032
So all you need to do is ignore all the distinguishing features and he looks like someone else. Amazing.

Thanks for the late night run. Well, late night for me, anyway.

>>42698032
You need to running when you're not out of steam or otherwise reluctant to do it, soma. We don't want you losing your love for this quest

>>42698015
I'd do him.